An ordinary trip to Sochi
When our head of security returned from vacation, he immediately came to see me in the trade union office. It was the end of the day; usually, the trade union office is crowded with people, but now it was quiet and empty. So, understanding his eloquent look, I sent the accountant Larisa home and, closing the door, we set the table for a modest men's dinner, naturally with a bottle of "Tavria" — the best remedy for depression, shock, and just nerves. And after the second shot with a decent snack, our "Nicolas," as we jokingly called him after the series "Hélène et les Garçons," told us about his unusual adventures.
...My wife and I had long planned to go on vacation
to Sochi, just like in the movie "Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears," where the main character states that "Every normal person has been to Sochi at least once." So I suggested to my wife that we become normal people — we took our daughter to her grandmother, bought tickets, and packed very few things for the trip. Is that really a lot — just one suitcase of my wife's things and one field bag for me, convenient, with a shoulder strap, and I could even carry my wife's suitcase with it.Well, our adventures began almost immediately, as soon as we boarded the seventh compartment of the express train "Moscow — Adler." As soon as we handed our tickets to the conductor and started settling in, two tipsy Caucasian men barged into the compartment and immediately: "Wow, what a girl! Let's get acquainted, let's have a drink, wow! Girl, so beautiful, we fell in love with you right away!"
My wife and I started refusing — who drinks straight from the morning, and try refusing them — they shout and almost force glasses of wine into our hands. This abnormal situation with vulgar compliments directed at my wife, along with the demonstrative ignoring of me as her husband, as if I were just empty space, I didn't like at all, and even more so... So after an hour of this yelling and harassment, I decided to act, best to move to another place, and went to the conductors' compartment. The conductor in our carriage was a very attractive and shapely woman, tall, athletic build, and everything was in its place, which I noted out of male habit.
I went into their service compartment; she was alone. I took only my waist bag, which contained our documents and money for the trip. After describing our unpleasant situation to this sweet and understanding young woman, I asked her to help us if possible — to change compartments or come up with something else... She was experienced, despite her youth, and quickly figured it out, maybe also because I offered her additional payment — for our arrangement, so to speak.
She offered me another option — at the next stop, she would sell our tickets to people who couldn't get tickets but wanted to leave; this route was always fully booked. Then, soon there would be a long stop; my wife and I should go out onto the platform to buy some groceries, and she decided to arrange for us to stay in her compartment, a two-person one for conductors' rest, small but comfortable. And we'd sort out the money together later; everything would be fine.
Well, no problem, I cheered up. Just then, the train started slowing down. I rushed to our compartment to tell my wife about the conductor's plan, and there was the expected scene — one Caucasian was already sitting on our berth next to my wife, trying to hug her, then brazenly forcing her to drink. I called my wife, saying the stop is coming soon, let's go to the market, buy some groceries and fruit. Then this "mountain eagle" grabbed me by the bag, simply not letting me into the compartment, clearly already worked up from my wife's articles and full of lust, and he says this! — "Listen, go yourself, yeah! Don't interfere!" Well, I'll be damned, I just flew into a rage and yelled so loudly that everyone shuddered:
— Take your hands off, you mug! Get your hands off, where are you reaching into my bag! That's my money, take your hands off! — and he, in his frenzy, doesn't let go of the bag, and I'm yelling at the top of my lungs.
The second guy even jumped up, like, wow, what money, and I'm still yelling at them. Then the conductor rushed in, also started yelling, snatched their caps off and whacked one in the face with a cap, yelling, I'll call the police now, give back the money, you scoundrel-bandit. He threw some money on the table, the conductor took it and kept yelling, saying if this happens again, you'll be sitting in the police station, there are policemen traveling with us on the train.
Amid this noise, commotion, and arguing, my wife and I rushed out onto the platform, went to the toilet, as that lively young woman advised me — she seemed very experienced, in every sense, as I understood during our conversation. Then we quickly bought some groceries and apples, and just as quickly, like spies, slipped into the service compartment, and the conductor locked us in. We were a bit shaky from the adrenaline rush, but then the train started moving, and Marina appeared, as she introduced herself, and suggested we all have a shot, by the way, of cognac, which she had taken from those tough mustached guys. We, of course, drank and with pleasure — we needed to relieve the stress, and for such an unusual acquaintance!
Then we heard loud noise in the corridor; it turned out those two guys were yelling — like, where are the previous passengers, there was a beautiful girl, and now some two men have sat with them, and they reek of garlic and even stink. Marina chased her shot with an apple, then leisurely floated out into the corridor and started yelling at these heroes herself — since you behaved so brazenly, harassed and tried to steal money, the previous passengers sold their tickets to others and decided to return home. That's it!
Well, these heroes didn't calm down and decided to search the carriage; they seemed upset that such a girl had disappeared. But Marina called for backup, and then two huge bruisers in uniform appeared with rubber "democratizers," so these eagles immediately calmed down sharply and fell silent. Marina retrieved our suitcase and bag from that compartment, telling the police she would store them; nothing gets lost on their valiant railway. The policemen laughed, saying the eagles could continue enjoying the smell of garlic, and after having a shot in Marina's compartment, they left satisfied. But then in the evening, the most interesting part began!
Marina said that "she likes both boys and girls," meaning she is bisexual and very pleased because she can get pleasure from both sides. We drank again to our wonderful savior, and then Marina stood behind my wife and let her playful hands into the neckline of her dress. And, judging by the sweet moans of my beloved, she started caressing her fully, while also kissing me on the lips. Well, then both women whispered and decided — turning off the light in the compartment, they started loudly demanding "male affection."
Well, of course, since such a passionate young woman hadn't had sex in a long time, and here were such passions on the verge of a foul, then cognac, caresses, and kisses from both me and my wife, especially since we both liked her! Well, I finished, at my wife's insistence, into the sweet, waiting mouth of my beloved — it was so incredibly good! Then we fortified our strength again, as Marina joked — with "firewater," and then my wife demanded sex, so to speak — by legal right and from strong arousal from our muffled moans of passion.
Marina's skillful, hot mouth quickly raised my "old friend" to a state of combat readiness, and with great pleasure, in such an unusual but incredibly intimate atmosphere of our, one could say, sex compartment, I positioned myself between the beautiful, as I know for sure, but invisible in the darkness of the compartment, sweet legs of my beauty.
And when she, after my prolonged, as always in the second "round," thrusts, restraining her ohs and ahs of pleasure, started thrashing strongly in the sweet languor of orgasm, the quick-witted and seemingly very aroused again Marina unexpectedly offered me her appetizing ass — saying, so my wife wouldn't get pregnant in the heat of passion. And very timely — I was already inside the second woman today, and my sperm was just bursting to be free! Now, with my help, the lovely ladies switched places, and the silky and clearly well-developed ass of Marina did not disappoint my expectations — moderately firm, moderately tender, and very yielding to my onslaught. So soon, I came into her tight, hot hole with a light growl of pleasure. After lying a bit on Marina's strong body, I reluctantly got off her, especially since my wife's hand started slapping my back — time to sleep. And we fell asleep so soundly, like never before!
Marina refused our money — she sold our tickets quite well, plus the "bonus" from those eagles' money, but she had an interesting offer for us. Indeed, she voiced a very interesting proposal — she gives us the address of her relatives on the outskirts of Sochi, but the place is quite nice and will be very inexpensive for us, and now she suggests we "communicate" before parting. She lowered the leatherette curtain on the window, and in this resulting intimate semi-darkness, we all started passionately kissing, then, judging by the sweet, quiet moans, I understood that Marina was caressing and kissing my wife's breasts.
Then my wife suggested I please our wonderful savior and, raising my cock with her mouth, she suggested Marina undress quickly, which she clearly did quickly and with pleasure, pulling off her skirt and panties. Then, getting on the berth in the "affectionate kitty" position, she received my burning cock into her no less hot vagina, and suggested I finish in her hospitable ass.
To my regret, this time I didn't manage to bring her to orgasm, but Marina looked very pleased. She also invited us to be at the station in ten days — she would seat us in her compartment. And before we got off, she gave me and my wife a couple of passionate kisses each, saying she was very lucky with us. And on the platform, my wife quietly whispered in my ear:
— You owe me, my dear. You pleasured Marina, but not me. You'll work off the penalty double, — and she laughed quietly but so arousingly with her cooing laugh.
We finished the excellent noble drink, and I told my interlocutor that everything was fine, there's nothing to be upset about, you didn't do anything bad, and as for unexpectedly receiving such pleasure together with your wife — well, I only envy you. And I saw such a satisfied "Nicolas" to the exit, feeling a bit envious of him in my soul. All's well that ends well!