Someone Else's Wife on the Night Train

The moment I stepped into the dimly lit sleeper car, my eyes locked on her. Elena was already there, legs crossed in tight yoga pants that hugged every curve of her juicy ass, her tank top stretched over full tits that rose and fell with each breath. She was my client, the married one who always lingered after sessions, but tonight we were stuck together on this overnight train to the city. The air felt thick with tension, her wedding ring glinting under the low lights as she bit her lip and said, "Mark... I didn't expect to see you here. My husband booked this for me after our last workout. He couldn't make it."

I slid the door shut behind me, heart pounding. "Lucky me then. You look like you need a private session already." The train lurched forward, plunging us into the rhythmic clack of the tracks. We had the compartment to ourselves, and the desire hit me like a wave—her flushed cheeks, the way her nipples poked through the fabric. Fuck, she was someone else's wife, but that only made my cock twitch harder.

Elena laughed softly, but her eyes dropped to my shorts, where my growing bulge was impossible to hide. "God, Mark, you've been teasing me for weeks in the gym. All those hands on my hips during squats... I go home wet every time. My husband hasn't touched me like that in months." She stood up, closing the gap between us, her breath hot against my neck. "I can't stop thinking about your big cock stretching me."

The explicit heat exploded fast. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against me as our mouths crashed together. Her tongue was eager, moaning into the kiss while my hands roamed down to squeeze that firm, sweaty ass I'd admired for so long. "You sure about this, Elena? Cheating on the train like a horny slut?" I growled, nipping at her ear.

"Yes... fuck yes," she whispered, her hand sliding into my shorts to wrap around my thick cock. "I want it. Make me yours tonight." She stroked me roughly, thumb circling the leaking tip, her wedding ring cold against my hot skin. I yanked her tank top up, exposing her heavy tits, and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while she arched and gasped. "Oh shit, Mark... that feels so good. Suck harder."

We didn't waste time. I spun her around, bending her over the narrow bunk as the train swayed. Her yoga pants came down in one tug, revealing her trimmed pussy already glistening with juices. No panties—naughty married bitch. I dropped to my knees, spreading her cheeks and diving in with my tongue, licking from her clit to her tight asshole. She cried out, gripping the sheets. "Fuck! Lick my pussy... yes, right there on my clit. My husband never does this."

Her taste was addictive, sweet and musky, her thighs trembling as I sucked her swollen clit between my lips. I fingered her wet hole, two thick digits pumping deep while she pushed back against my face. "I'm gonna cum already... oh god, Mark!" Her voice broke into a moan as her pussy clenched around my fingers, squirting a little down my wrist. The train's vibrations only heightened everything.

I stood up, cock rock-hard and throbbing. "Time to fuck you proper." Grabbing her hips, I thrust into her soaked pussy in one smooth stroke, burying balls-deep. She was tight, gripping me like a vice. "Holy shit, you're so big... filling me up. Pound me!" Elena begged, her voice husky.

I started slow, savoring the wet slap of skin, the way her ass jiggled with each thrust. But the rhythm built fast—harder, deeper, my balls smacking her clit. I reached around to rub her swollen nub, making her whimper. "You like cheating on him with your trainer's cock? Say it."

"Yes... I love it. Fuck me harder than he ever could. Use me like your slut." She was panting, pushing back to meet every slam. We switched positions quickly, her climbing onto the bunk on her back, legs spread wide. I climbed between them, hooking her ankles over my shoulders and driving in again. The angle let me hit her G-spot perfectly, her tits bouncing wildly as I fucked her raw.

Sweat slicked our bodies, the compartment smelling of sex and her vanilla perfume. Her nails dug into my back, leaving marks. "I'm cumming again... don't stop!" Her pussy fluttered and spasmed around my dick, milking me as she shook through another orgasm, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

I couldn't hold back. Pulling out, I stroked my glistening cock over her tits and face. "Open up, Elena. Take my cum." She did, tongue out like a good whore, and I erupted—thick ropes painting her lips, cheeks, and spilling into her open mouth. She swallowed what she could, moaning at the taste, then licked the rest off her fingers with a wicked smile.

We collapsed together, the train still humming through the night. She traced patterns on my chest, her ring catching the light again. "That was insane... best workout ever. My husband will never know, but I'll be booking more private sessions." I kissed her deeply, already feeling my cock stir for round two before dawn.