Thrill seeker Geeta fucks Suman as his wife is fast asleep in the same compartment of the train on the way to Bombay

My wife and I planned went on our first trip to north India in December
2001. I had been to Bombay previously but it was the first time for
Geeta to the north. We had 4 weeks to spend which we divided between
Calcutta, Darjeeling, Delhi and Jaipur. In the days preceding the trip
we were anxious but equally eager to make the best use of the time
available. The night before the trip we had a steamy sex session and we
naturally discussed about planning some encounters for my wife during
our holidays. I knew how much my wife was looking forward to it. It was
a bit of a boring journey from Bangalore, but as the night approached it
looked promising. We were in the first class AC compartment and shared
the coupe with a family of husband, wife and two boys. The couple were
in their early forties and were very friendly, although I noticed the
man to be particularly friendly with Geeta. We learnt that the couple
were called Suman and Jashbir. His wife was very simple to look at and
Suman was certainly taken by my wife’s good looks. Suman was also
ordinary looking but quite smart. Though inconvenient for travel
Geeta wore a saree for the obvious reasons and Suman was regularly
scanning my wife’s torso during our conversation. It was 11 pm and most
people were asleep but we were still awake and so was Suman.

We realized that he was very interested and if presented a chance he
would grab it. When he went to the toilet I told my wife, “Geeta
please go for it”. “How?”, she asked. “We need him to get close to you
first. Why don’t we ask him to help with opening the window on your
side?”, saying so I quickly jammed some paper bits on the crevices of
the window and pulled it down. Luckily it was shut firmly and made it
tight to operate. Just as Suman approached the coupe, we pretended to be
struggling to open the window. He promptly offered his help and my wife
moved back a little to give him space. Suman was struggling as well and
I and Geeta closed in to help. Geeta did not waste any time and
leaned onto Suman to take him by surprise. As all the lights were off it
was very convenient. Suman’s wife and children were on the top berth and
deep asleep. Geeta was wearing a nice lavender perfume and that must
have lured Suman even more. I winked at my wife to encourage her and she
let he saree-front slide down and pushed her chest forward onto the back
of Suman’s right shoulder. He was stunned and stopped briefly to assess
the situation.

The window appeared to loosen slightly and I suggested we carry on. Once
we were back at the window, I noticed that Geeta was just leaning
against the window for support while she pressed her soft boobs onto
Suman back and shoulder again. At that point the window opened up, but
Geeta was already on her erotic trip and was licking her lips with
her tongue as she continued to massage her breasts against him. Suman
was very shocked and he withdrew himself and had a look around to ensure
no one was watching. Then he looked at me blankly. “She’s all yours” I
said pointing to my wife. He lowered himself to sit down and I noticed
he was breathing fast. Seeing no response from him I reached for
Geeta and sat her on my knees. We were soon locked in a passionate
kiss and my hand was fumbling with her blouse and brassiere. It shocks
me today, but the mood then was so intense that I made Geeta topless
and started squeezing her breasts gently.

Even in the darkness her breasts were clearly visible and I rolled her
erect nipple between my fingers. Suman could not take his gaze away from
my wife. I whispered to Geeta,” I am sure he’s hard and horny by
now”. In the next instant Geeta swiftly moved next to Suman, picked
one breast in each hand by supporting it underneath and held it towards
him saying, “My milk is for you. Please drink it”. Suman had reached his
threshold and involuntarily put his arms around Geeta to embrace her.
My penis was rock hard as I saw them put their lips to each others and
kiss passionately. He must have felt very lucky to kiss the lips of a
very beautiful woman that moment. While they were at it, I desperately
tried to squeeze my wife’s boobs again, but she pushed my hands away and
replaced it with the strangers. I moved back and resigned to just
watching the act on display. Suman kneaded at my wife’s breasts
carefully and gently with his hands before burying his face onto the
hanging mummeries. She held him tight and fed a nipple into his waiting
mouth. He suckled at her nipples one after the other making wet noises
constantly, added to Geeta’s moans and gasps. I had to warn them to
calm down to avoid the risk of waking others. He seemed to reduce his
sounds but my wife was not bothered by my warning. That’s the problem
with her. She’s very noisy during sex and sometimes craves for attention
from others. Sometimes when we have guests at our home, I am quite
conscious of others’ presence, while my wife will just say, “don’t
interrupt the rhythm Vishy. I don’t mind anyone listening to our noises.
Let them come and watch.

I will let them fuck me and they will be ok.” She knows my weakness and
by this time I will have ejaculated violently inside her. While Suman
was fondling her breasts, I failed to notice that Geeta had one hand
on his crotch. She had already unzipped his fly and had her hand inside.
Soon she pulled his penis out and I gasped at its enormous size. I
noticed it was circumcised and it was throbbing visibly. Geeta calls
my cock ‘big’ and I could imagine what she thought about Suman’s.. It is
of course a gamble in deciding if the person is clean and safe. Suman
looked like a decent family man and surely a good target for my wife.
She loves sucking cocks and I knew how impatient she must be to put her
mouth to the stranger’s huge phallus why I am saying this is because to
some very close and intimate friends, she will sometimes shock them by
reaching for their zip the moment she sees them. On a few occasions some
of my friends have received a ‘blow-job’ welcome into our house during
their visits. It is embarrassing to say that one of my close friends
told me once, “Vish, do you know that in the last 3 weeks I have wasted
no semen at all. Every drop is inside Geeta” The fact was that she
had sucked him at least 9 times and got fucked by him about 6 times in
that period.

As expected Suman was in heaven soon as my wife’s nimble fingers were
massaging his shaft while his knob was inside her warm mouth. She
resembled a woman from a porn film giving head to a guys cock. Her head
was rhythmically bobbing up and down. Suddenly Geeta pulled her face
away and I realized that the man was erupting and spewed out a lot of
his semen into her mouth. She could not swallow it all and her face and
chest were covered in gobs of his sticky semen. I could smell it
strongly from my position. Curiously enough I reached out and ran my
hand over her face and chest and ended up smearing my fingers with the
strangers cum fluid. In an instant I unzipped myself and pulled out my
penis, engulfed my semen smeared hand over it and started to jack myself
off. I kept looking at my wife still licking Suman’s semen from around
her lips and I emptied my load on the floor of the train within the next
few seconds.

Now Suman was starting to explore my wife. He pushed up her saree and
skirt inside to look at her panties. It was difficult to look clearly in
the dark, but Geeta made it very convenient by spreading her legs
nice and wide. Suman was a man in a hurry as he buried his face into her
crotch and started to sniff there. Although familiar with my wife’s
intimate odors, I too kneeled beside Suman and tried to sniff between
her thighs. I just wanted to get an idea of what the man could smell
from my wife’s genital area. No surprises for me, Geeta was very
smelly as usual. Both Suman and I had our noses together on her panty
covered muff. The panty was drenched wet and the emanating pungent odor
was a mixture of her cunt juices, urine and sweat. My wife had been
wearing this panty all day and you can imagine how it must have really
been. If the lights had been on, the discolored panty stains will have
been easily visible to Suman because my wife’s panties are always have a
yellow brown stain after she has worn them for long. Many times when she
was asleep, I have just watched her panty crotch and masturbated. It is
pure pleasure watching her liberal vulvas lips protruding against her
cotton panties. If her dark cunt lips and hair are sticking through the
sides and if there is any dirty stain on her panty I masturbate like mad
and cum in no time at all. Sometimes my close friends also join in to
masturbate if my wife’s panty covered buttocks or cunt is exposed while
she is asleep. Sounds strange but it thrilling.

We might sniff at her crotch or bum but rarely wake her up from sleep.
Geeta usually sleeps on her belly and a common thing my friends love
is to gently slide her panty over her bum to one side to try and look at
her asshole. Everyone then gets a good whiff of the smell between her
bum cheeks while at the same time wanking their cocks. Watching all
this, I will usually come before anyone. Very soon Suman was lapping at
my wife’s puffy cunt lips buried amidst her bushy hair jungle. Geeta
was holding her panty to one side to make things easier and she was
writhing about like hell and moaning and hissing like a real bitch in
heat. It was obvious that she was having multiple orgasms one after the
other. Suman in his hurry to wind up the act, without warning placed his
thick cock against my wife’s vulvas folds but struggled to gain entry. I
had to help by holding the panties to one side while Geeta took his
tool in her hand to guide it into her vagina. She gasped and grunted as
Suman pushed it between her labia into her wet hole.

She must have felt stuffed due to its size but she enjoyed it without a
doubt. For the next few minutes I watched them both fuck like crazy.
They were literally jumping and rolling about before cumming together
and locked themselves in a deep embrace. I too had ejaculated without
much effort. I was so turned on that I kneeled on the train floor and
buried my face into my wife’s crotch. Dirty business, to think of it
now. But my mood was such that I just buried my face between her thighs
and pulled her panty aside before sticking my nose into her by now messy
genitals. At that time I did not mind getting my face sticky with her
secretions mixed with the stranger’s semen. I got hard again and a few
minutes later Geeta let me fuck her while Suman tried hard to bugger
her bum hole. As he was struggling my wife helped by applying
lubrication to her asshole with her saliva and spread her bum apart with
her hands.

She let out a short muffled scream as Suman entered her anus. “Deeper,
please…..” she begged him. Suman too must have felt pain as he grunted
to shove his cock deeper into her rectum. She changed her position to
accommodate his penis better into her shit hole. I had to withdraw
briefly from her vagina, but very soon Suman and I sandwiched her until
she orgasm again. We were dead tired after 2 hours of aggressive sex in
the moving train and fell into a deep slumber. We felt very emotional to
lose Suman as he got off at Bhubaneswar the next morning. But we passed
on our contact details to him. He never contacted us. We love sharing
our experiences with those of you who are open minded and enjoy these
regular habit of ours. For some it may all be filthy and dirty, but you
are different – that’s all. The pleasure cannot be explained

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