Incident on the Train Part One
It's been 2 years since the breakup with my wife. When we were together, we had MMF encounters. Now I came to her in St. Petersburg, we met and decided to go to Moscow together for a few days. We chose a train, bought a whole compartment. After drinking a fair amount of cognac, we remembered our encounters with partners. And decided to repeat something in that spirit. We decided to go to the dining car, she put on a black skirt just below the knees, black stockings, and low-heeled shoes. She put on bright makeup and wore a white shirt on top. Dasha looked very provocative and sexy. Arriving in the car, we noticed a guy sitting alone at the end, away from everyone, looking about 35 years old, who was
literally our neighbor in the compartment, we boarded together. He saw us and fixed his gaze on my wife. We sat down next to him, and Dasha sat opposite the guy. When she sat down and crossed her legs, he didn't take his eyes off my wife, clearly devouring her with his gaze. I told her we could try to involve him in our plans. Previously, we hadn't been in such situations, only planned meetings. Only the last one was spontaneous. I'll write about it later if you want to hear. Let me know. I saw she was shy and understood I needed to take the initiative into my own hands. I went and got two beers, approached this guy, and asked if he could spare a minute of his time to talk privately. We moved to the vestibule, and I briefly outlined the situation to him. "We can try. It's interesting," he said in the end. I called him to come with me, and we sat at the table with my ex-wife. I introduced them; his name was Marat. Marat sat opposite Dasha and looked at her more and more decisively, now at her legs, now at her size 4 breasts. I pulled Dasha to me and whispered for her to go to our compartment and wait. "Go on," I said in a commanding tone and slapped her leg hard, then squeezed it in my hand. She stood up, looked at Marat, smiled, and went towards the exit from the dining car. "Let's go in together, maybe I'll leave you alone for a bit," I told him. And after 5 minutes, we headed to our compartment. Opening the door, I saw Dasha sitting on the bunk, her legs crossed, stretched out in front of us above the floor. We entered; I let Marat go first and closed the door. "Go to her, let her suck you off," I said. Marat stood in front of the girl and told her to put her hands on his cock. Obediently, Dasha placed both hands palms down on the man's fastened fly. "Take it out," "Fuck, be more energetic." I said and put my hand on her head, pulling her towards Marat's crotch. Her hands unbuttoned the belt on the jeans in front of her, unzipped the fly, and at that moment, Dasha received two slaps from Marat. "Do you like it like this?" he asked her, hitting her face again. I didn't expect him to get into it so quickly; I watched Dasha's reddening face. "It hurts a little, but I like it." She looked at him with caution in her eyes. In front of her face, the jeans were pulled down; Marat brought his dick, bulging from his underwear, right up to the girl's face. He was already hard and looked very impressive, about 20 cm. And quite thick. I took out my dick and started jerking off while watching them. I approached Dasha from the side, brought my cock to her face, and told her to take it in her mouth. She turned to me, and I entered her mouth very sharply and all the way. "Come on, choke on it, bitch." I held her by the back of her head and didn't let her go; my dick was in her throat. She started choking and trying to break free. I held my dick in her throat for a couple more seconds and let her go; she spat out my cock and started gasping for air. "Now you," I said to Marat. He took out his cock and turned Dasha, taking her by the hand, towards him. He brought his large head to her eyes and started rubbing his precum on her eyes and face. He ran it over her cheeks, brought it to her nose. It looked arousing. When we were walking to our compartment, I told him he could be rougher and allow slaps and insults. He said he'd try, that he liked the theme of submission. Then he brought his balls to her face and told her to lick them. Dasha began licking the rather large balls that were pressed against her face. His hand was on the back of her head and didn't let Dasha move her head. "Lick harder, bitch. Try better." He roughly uttered these words, pressing them even harder against her face, taking his balls in hand and pushing them into her open mouth. Dasha's tongue diligently polished the man's balls with all her might. Then he lay on his back and pulled Dasha to him. He kissed her and, roughly taking her face, started kissing her, thrusting his tongue into her. His other hand held her thigh. I approached her and, placing my dick on top of her ass, started moving it over her. "Suck him off," I said. "Give it to her in the mouth already, man," I said, looking into the face of her fucker. He looked at her and, giving a slap, said, "Get down and suck." Obediently, Dasha lowered her face to the man's cock. She took it in her hand and, bringing it to her face, started licking his precum. She diligently ran her tongue over it, and my hand at that moment lowered to the back of her head, bringing her face to the head of Marat's cock, and told her to take it in her mouth. She swallowed the precum but didn't go further to suck. Taking the cock out of her mouth, looking at Marat, she said, "You have a huge dick, I'll try to take it all in my mouth."