I am an ordinary married woman. My life is measured and monotonous, without any special upheavals and adventures. But I also had a case, when I recollected about it, everything sweetly compressed inside me, throws me into a fever and an inexplicable pain appears in the middle of my palms.
We traveled with my husband and his friend on the train, in a compartment. It was a late evening, it was stifling in the car and the men were stripped to the waist. We sat down to eat, the husband and his friend, let's call him Arthur, drank a little. Men are completely discolored, and they climbed on top of their shelves. I, too, decided to lie down, undressed, and stayed in some shorts.

Conveniently stretched out on a shelf, covering her bare chest with a sheet, she began to fall asleep. She came back from the feeling of some kind of presence. Opening my eyes - my husband is sitting and putting his hand on my thigh, fingers caressing my pubis right through the sheets. His short and thick penis literally bulges out of his underpants, leaving a moist spot on them.
I whisper evil to him
“You’re crazy, we're not alone.”

Grab his hand and try to remove it. The husband intercepts my palm, and immediately puts it in his pants. My fingers are immersed in his soft and delicate pubic hairs, and following further they touch the warm and hard shaft of his penis.
I get excited, my chest swells, and my nipples harden and itch. The husband pulls off the sheets from me and wraps his lips over my left nipple, gently sucking and caressing him with a wet tongue.

I pull his penis out of his underpants, hold him tightly with my hand and rub him, then I feel with my fingers and stroke every swollen wreath. I reach his big and hot head, touch the hole and smear a droplet of released lubricant over the entire surface of the head.
The fingers of my husband, in the meantime, pushing the panties gently touch my hair. Stroking and caressing the labia, carefully pushing them apart, grope the clitoris. I begin to moan softly, hearing my husband's heavy breathing.
From his caress I have a keen desire, and I hug his free hand by the neck, whispering that I really want him.

My husband immediately takes off my panties and spread my legs, hanging over me. His strong cock rests on my tummy, leaving a wet mark. Then slowly and teasing moves down. And now his head penetrates me and stops a bit. I throw my foot on the back of my husband, and the other down on the floor. From such a pose, the head moves a little deeper and rests against the anterior wall of the vagina and slightly to the side.

Not much hesitation, giving my vagina get used to his cock, he jerks abruptly and enters completely into me. I scream, the husband begins to move increasing the pace, his testicles slap on my buttocks. From this sound and from his heavy and hoarse breathing, I start looking for some more and cry out with each of his blows. Turning my head, I see out of the corner of my eye that Arthur is not sleeping, but is looking at us with all our eyes. But the excitement is so strong that I immediately forget about it.

I begin to shake a little and my muscles involuntarily squeeze the penis, as if pulling him inside. I feel the approach of an orgasm, and I understand that my husband is also on the verge. He kisses me firmly on the lips, almost biting them and moves abruptly inside me several more times and taking out a member of the hot trickles of sperm splash on my pubis and lower tummy.
The exhausted husband falls on me, gradually our breaths calm down and he gently kisses me on the lips and strokes his face, whispering gentle words. After making love, he always smokes a lot, and this time he also got up and pulled on pants and trousers, took cigarettes and winked at me and left the compartment.
I leaned back and bent my knees with a damp cloth and began to wipe off the effects of our passion. Suddenly I lift my eyes and see Arthur in front of me, he stands absolutely naked and his cock sticks straight in my direction and twitches.Frankly, I couldn’t even imagine such a huge manhood.

For a while, numb and not reacting to nothing, I stupidly looked at his sticking penis. Gradually it dawned on me that I was naked and in front of me there was also an absolutely naked foreign man with a clear intention. I abruptly sat down with my legs on the floor and grabbing the sheet tried to hide behind. Arthur, turning quickly, closed the door on the lock, grabbed my hands and lifted me from the shelf with my back turned and pressed to the table.
Leaning on, he began to passionately kiss my back and neck, whispering that I would not resist. His huge penis strokes my thighs and buttocks. Spreading my legs with his knee, Arthur, sweeping the crotch over my crotch, gently slid it into my pussy halfway, pressing me closer to me, began to caress my breasts with his hand and stroking them.

Frightened, I began to cry, but feeling his warmth on my back, and the vagina part of a huge member, from the gentle touch of his hand to my chest, kisses and gentle whisper, I suddenly came into wild excitement. She relaxed completely, stretched out her arms and laid her head on them. Arthur felt it immediately pushed his penis completely into the vagina.
It hurt me, but this pain was so sweet and not ordinary that I only wanted to continue. and he continued, then entering, then almost completely leaving me. Our desire and arousal was so strong that we both ended almost immediately. Arthur trembled violently, squeezing my buttocks, leaving bruises on them and filling me with his hot sperm, and I started to feel the strongest orgasm. He turned me towards him and began greedily kissing my face and lips, and I firmly hugged his neck for the last time tightly pressed against him.

Then he carefully put me on the shelf, covered the bed sheet and kissed me goodbye on the lips, opened the door and quickly climbed into his seat and turned to the wall.
At that moment, the husband entered the compartment, crouching down on me and bending down to kiss, I was afraid that he would smell Arthur, turned away and said that I wanted to sleep. Stroking my head and sighing, my husband climbed onto his shelf and soon subsided.
This is the case that happened to me, and how our train journey continued was another story.