This incident happened to me a long time ago, in the early nineties. The union just collapsed, a mess reigned in the country. I then studied at the institute and for the winter holidays they decided to send me to the “village” home of my father. Now I don’t remember why, but this is not the main thing. I only got out of the army in the spring, recovered from the institute, and I was twenty-one. I rode the train, a ticket, of course, bought a second-class seat. It was January in the yard, it was cold in Moscow, but there was little snow, but as soon as it was done, everything turned white. The car was almost empty, given the off-season and the situation in the country. It turned out to be only a few places, not even whole reserved seats. Next to me was a married couple - a husband and wife, about thirty years old, or rather, it was difficult for me to judge, considering my age. In the tail, near the toilet, six men-Ukrainians rode, for me absolutely grown up, if not old. Forty years. And in the second reserved seat, an elderly grandfather rode, which almost immediately after the departure went to bed.

The men, whispering with the conductor, moved to the next with our reserved seat. They were driving from work, from where it came from the Urals, home and leaving for them just before me. I had to go thirty-six hours. The train scored cruising speed and rolled, knocking at the junctions of the wheels, flying over woods, fields and crossings. The hard workers sat down, laid out on the table any food collected on the road and put on the table a bottle of pure alcohol, which they washed down with water. Soon the conductor sat down at the table with them, and then they invited me too. The foreman poured them. I splashed some alcohol on my finger in a crumpled aluminum mug, spread it on a black crust of homemade canned meat. I was the youngest of them and everyone, including the conductor, looked at me closely. I drank in one fell swoop, zyuhal "black man", ate, but did not drink. The company exhaled in unison. Apparently they were waiting for the performance, but I served in the North at a military airfield and alcohol, especially in the second year, we were with warrant officers. So, I knew how to do it. In addition, I almost did not take alcohol, and even now, on the threshold of fifty dollars too. The matter immediately went easier, began a conversation, went to the course of the card. A little later, a husband and a wife from a neighboring reserved seat were invited to the table.

Probably half an hour passed and the brigadier Misha and the conductor, smiling conspiratorially, got up and left. Left without a leader, the hard workers reached into a nearby wagon, where, as it turned out, their countrymen were driving - the second half of their brigade. The three of us stayed here and, quite unexpectedly, we started a conversation with my husband. I will explain why unexpectedly. Before that, he spoke little and by his appearance this company did not greatly pleased him, and when Misha and the conductor left, it’s understandable where and why, he just sighed with relief, and when he heard from me that I served in air defense aviation we have a common topic of conversation. It turned out that he was a former pilot, decommissioned for health, which he then did in civilian life, I did not remember. They drank for zanakomstvo, talked, drank again for aviation. The man has already led, after all, alcohol is alcohol, I also “swam” a little, but I tried to hold on. Probably an hour later, happy Misha returned and without special ceremony fell asleep in his reserved seat. I tried to change the subject, noticing that the wife of the former pilot was not enthusiastic about this conversation and frankly missed. Then the conversation went about my studies, plans for the future ... And then I noticed that his wife looked at me strangely. She was already dressed in a dressing-gown and was sitting on a shelf, as women often do, with legs, which made her beautiful, slightly full knees clearly visible to me, and when she changed her position, white juicy thighs flashed and a couple of times I saw a strip of her white panties.The woman was also drunk, laughed a lot, chatted all sorts of nonsense and invited me to visit when I returned to the capital ...

Fair? I did not even make any plans. Yes, he dreamed, but ... she is married, her husband, but here he is near. And the most important thing. Yes, I already had girls, we fucked and quite a lot, but it was not at all that. I could not even imagine that I would be with this aunt, who is ten years older than me ... Yes, okay! We then were not so raised, and I was not such a formidable ebakoy. In short, I shot my eyes at the woman's charms, and I was sure that she had already noticed this, was sweating from his own fantasies and poisoned anecdotes. Husband once again went out for a smoke and I ventured to tell a rather raunchy joke. The reaction of the pilot's wife surprised me. Instead of. to shame me, she, blushing, whether from pleasure, weed away from her thoughts, burst out laughing and answered me with a perfect vulgarity. I also did not remain in debt, and these stories clearly led her, especially the series about how the husband comes home ahead of time, and there ... A woman suddenly remembered something and climbed onto the upper shelf, supposedly getting something, for which she had to stand with her feet on the bottom, the robe reached up and I opened her plump legs and the same fat ass in white panties. The wife of the neighbor in the car, twirled a little like that, as if deliberately giving me the opportunity to examine her charms, and then, as if nothing had happened, she sat back.

The husband came. I decided that I would go to the toilet and then go to sleep, which I told my companions about. Returning from the toilet, I heard a conversation in our reserved seat and, apparently, I walked very quietly, so I managed to hear something. My wife showed off to her husband what impression she made on me, how she “shone” with her legs and asshole, and I, according to her, didn’t finish right in my pants and “probably jerk the puppy in the toilet”. My husband responded drunkenly and giggled that he said something in reply, but I did not hear. It was a shame, but ... not to baptize children with them. I silently climbed onto the upper side - it was more convenient for me there, lying along the train - I covered myself with a blanket and pretended that I was sleeping. The little family still sat at the table, talking about some of their affairs, and then it became quiet and I felt that someone was standing next to me and was looking at my face. Then the voice of his wife said:
- "Asleep ...".
I waited a couple of minutes and slightly opened my eyelids, so that it was possible to see, but from the side it seemed that I was sleeping, and in the dim light of the car I saw this picture. The husband, with his pants down, stood in the aisle, and his wife, sitting on the bottom shelf, sucked him. The man, putting his hands on the top shelf, and his hands on his head, snuffled and sighed heavily when his wife swallowed his cock deep into his throat. My wife smacked and mooed too. She held her husband by one hand for the balls, and with the other he gave him, apparently, a sluggish end. Finally, she brought him into working condition and her husband, having laid his wife on his back, climbed on top of her, throwing a sheet over himself. They fumbled for a long time, sighing and giggling until he got to the right place and did not begin to fuck her clapping her body about her body. Under these characteristic claps, I dozed off, then I woke up. The husband beat his spouse with cancer, having thrown back the sheets, and was breathing heavily in time with the blows, and the wife had already begun to moan softly. I terribly wanted to go to the toilet, pee, but here it is ... The most strange thing is that I didn’t experience much excitement from what I saw. In the army, prapor brought porn magazines, German, Finnish, there was also sex there, but what he saw now was like something sad and not exciting. In short, my husband finished, climbed on the top shelf and snored, and my wife fell right where he fucked her, pulled a sheet from above and fell silent. I lay down fry and silently went down from the shelf and rushed into the toilet ...

When I returned to the car it was very quiet, not counting the sniff of sleeping passengers. The pilot's wife slept on her side, the sheet fell off on one side and, in the weak light of the emergency lighting, her round ass glowed with a white moon with a hairy cunt blackened against a white background and a dark circle of points. I resolutely pulled down my sweatpants and shorts and sat down next to a woman. Puppy? Now you will be ...She lay with her legs tucked together, making her cunt like a palm, still wet, with shiny wet hair and sperm flowing out of her in a thin stream, apparently her husband had finished inside her. I'm careful ...