Wife in the Compartment

The train swayed gently through the night, sparse lights flashing past the window. In the cramped compartment, only a dim nightlight glowed. I, Anna, sat across from Sergey—my husband's best friend—and felt that forbidden heat already building inside me. His knee accidentally pressed against mine under the thin blanket, and instead of pulling away, I spread my legs slightly. Sergey's gaze darkened, and he licked his lips.

"Sergey…" I whispered, not breaking eye contact. "You feel it too, right?"

"Anna, fuck…" he breathed hoarsely, keeping his knee right where it was. "You're Vitya's wife. But your eyes… they're practically screaming 'fuck me.'"

His hand under the blanket slid slowly up my thigh. His fingers brushed the hem of my short nightgown, and I arched involuntarily. The compartment smelled of his cologne, coffee from the thermos, and that wet arousal already pooling between my legs. I knew my husband was asleep in the next compartment, but that only made it hotter.

"Then don't stop," I exhaled, spreading my thighs wider. "I'm already wet, Sergey. I've wanted you for a long time."

He stood up abruptly, slid the compartment door shut, and locked it. In one motion, he ripped the blanket off me. I was left in my thin nightgown, nipples already poking through the fabric. Sergey dropped to his knees between my legs, roughly pushed them apart, and pressed his face to my pussy. His hot tongue found my clit immediately.

"Oh fuck… you taste so sweet," he muttered, licking me greedily. "Vitya has no idea what a slut he's married to."

"Yeah… I'm his whore, but right now I'm yours," I moaned, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. "Lick me deeper… just like that… ahhh!"

His tongue worked me hard and skillfully—flicking fast across my clit, then plunging deep into my dripping slit. I bit my lip to keep from screaming through the whole car. Sergey's fingers pushed inside me—two, then three. He fucked me with them fast while sucking my clit relentlessly. My hips trembled, my pussy squelched, and my juices ran down the inside of my thighs.

"I'm gonna cum… Sergey, don't stop!" I gasped out.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I arched off the bunk, pressed his head into me, and came right into his mouth, shaking all over. He kept licking, drinking down every drop.

When I came back to myself, Sergey was already standing, unbuckling his belt. His thick cock sprang free—rock hard, swollen head, veins bulging. I licked my lips.

"I want to suck it," I said hoarsely, and took him in my mouth immediately.

My lips sealed around the shaft. I swallowed him deep, all the way to the back of my throat, drool running down my chin. Sergey grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth, thrusting his hips.

"That's it, Anna… suck your husband's best friend's cock… good little slut."

I moaned in pleasure, feeling his dick pulse against my tongue. Then he pulled out abruptly, spun me around, and bent me over the bunk. My nightgown rode up to my waist. I spread my legs, showing him my wet, swollen pussy and my slightly parted asshole.

"Fuck me, Sergey… hard. I want to feel you fill me up."

He spat on his palm, smeared the saliva over his head, and slammed into me in one powerful thrust, balls deep. I cried out. His hips slapped against my ass, his cock going so deep I felt every inch. The compartment filled with the sounds of wet fucking—my pussy squelching, skin smacking against skin, our heavy moans.

"Your pussy grips me so tight… better than I ever imagined," he growled, picking up the pace. "Tell me—whose slut are you right now?"

"Yours! Fuck me harder… I'm gonna cum again!"

He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and pounded me like an animal. I came a second time—my pussy clenching hard around his cock, fluid spraying out of me. Sergey roared, drove in a few more deep thrusts, and started cumming. Hot semen shot into my pussy in thick streams, overflowing and running down my thighs.

We froze, panting. He pulled out slowly, and thick white cum dripped from my slit onto the sheets. I turned around, took his half-soft cock in my mouth, and cleaned him thoroughly, staring into his eyes.

"That was… fucking incredible," Sergey whispered, stroking my cheek.

"We're not done with this night yet," I smiled, running a finger along my cum-filled pussy. "We've still got half the trip till morning… and I want you in my ass too."

He swallowed hard, and his cock started stiffening again.