This is our true story—a journey where we turned a mundane train ride into something unforgettable. Let me take you through the most thrilling moments of our desi escapade.
I’m Sohail, 28, and my wife Fatima is 25. Both of us are big-time pleasure seekers. Whenever we got an opportunity, we wasted no time diving into passion, clothes off and game on.
Initially, it was just us exploring each other. But after I introduced Fatima to blue films, her curiosity blossomed into boldness. She started experimenting with different styles and fantasies with me.
One day, I asked her, “Fatima, would you like to try partner swapping?”
She smirked and replied, “Only if the guy matches my taste.”
I agreed, and soon after, we went to Goa to fulfill her fantasy with a foreigner. That trip opened the floodgates for us. From then on, we began indulging in swapping whenever we found willing partners. Sometimes it was just one guy for her; other times, it was a proper foursome.
It was November, and I had gone to pick up my wife from her parents’ place. We had a train booking in the sleeper class, but none of the seats were confirmed. After some hustling, we managed to get an upper berth somehow. Fatima and I squeezed ourselves into that tiny space.
Across from us, on the other berths, there were two young guys. They were seated on the upper and middle berths, chatting and eating. We settled in, ate our dinner, and tried to get comfortable for the night.
Soon, the guys across from us brought out chicken and beer. They were drinking secretly, hiding their bottles to avoid trouble with the TTE (Train Ticket Examiner). They were traveling to Indore, while we had to get off at Ujjain. We were all from Gwalior, which felt like a fun coincidence.
After dinner, Fatima began to feel sleepy and laid down. The guys across also seemed to wind down after eating and drinking. Thinking everyone was either asleep or on their way to it, my naughty side kicked in.
As Fatima rested beside me, I couldn’t resist teasing her. My fingers slowly found their way into her warmth, and she squirmed as soft gasps escaped her lips. She was enjoying it. I could feel her body react, and soon, I couldn’t hold back either.
The train lights were dimmed, and I assumed the guys across were asleep. Quietly, I slid beside my wife. She opened her legs, ready for me. With a sense of thrill, I entered her, the gentle rocking of the train adding to our rhythm.
Little did I know that one of the guys on the upper berth had been watching the entire time.
After we finished, I noticed the guy sitting up and looking directly at me. My heart skipped a beat, but then he leaned in and said, “I saw everything you two were doing. Now it’s our turn. If you don’t let us, I’ll tell everyone on this train what just happened.”
At first, I laughed internally. What can this kid do? Let him tell whoever he wants. But then I realized this could be an opportunity to explore something new and exciting.
I turned to Fatima and asked, “What do you think? Do you want to try a new lund tonight?”
Fatima, by now, had grown into quite the adventurous partner. The mention of a new lund excited her, and without hesitation, she said, “Yes, but only if both guys play by my rules.”
The guy smirked and replied, “Done, but I’m not doing this alone. My friend will join too.”
Fatima, bold as ever, leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Both of you can, but where will we do it?”
He suggested, “Let’s go to the bathroom. We’ll take turns.”
Fatima nodded, her excitement barely hidden. Without wasting time, she stood up and headed to the bathroom, signaling me to follow her. When we were alone, she whispered, “Do you really want to watch me get it from them?”
I smiled and said, “Yes, I want to see it all. It’s thrilling for me too.”
We entered the cramped bathroom, and I undressed her, leaving her completely naked. Then I opened the door slightly and called one of the guys inside. He was taken aback by the sight of Fatima standing there in all her glory. His eyes widened as he muttered, “Bhabhi, you’re stunning.”
Without wasting a moment, he stepped closer, grabbed her breasts, and started kneading them. Fatima moaned softly, enjoying the attention. She then reached for his pants, pulled them down, and held his lund, stroking it gently.
The guy couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed his lund towards her mouth. She knelt down and started sucking him off, her hands moving rhythmically while he groaned in pleasure. Meanwhile, I stood leaning against the wall, stroking myself, completely mesmerized by the scene unfolding before me.
After a while, the guy pulled her up, lifted one of her legs, and pushed his lund inside her. The cramped space and the rocking motion of the train made it even more intense. Fatima moaned louder, and the guy thrust deeper into her, holding her waist firmly.
For nearly 6-7 minutes, he pumped into her before letting out a guttural groan as he finished inside her. As he withdrew, I could see his cum dripping from her. He quickly dressed and stepped out, leaving the bathroom for his friend.
Fatima cleaned herself up a bit, her body still flushed with arousal. Before long, the second guy walked in, his eyes scanning her lustfully.
The second guy stepped in, locking the bathroom door behind him. Fatima was still naked, her body gleaming with a mix of sweat and arousal. Without wasting any time, he grabbed her and pressed her against the wall. His hands cupped her breasts, and his mouth found its way to her nipples, sucking and nibbling with fervor.
Fatima moaned softly, her body arching to meet his touch. After teasing her for a while, he moved back, unzipped his pants, and revealed his lund. Fatima smiled coyly and knelt down, taking him into her mouth. She began sucking him, her lips moving skillfully while he groaned in pleasure.
“Bhabhi, you’re amazing,” he muttered, running his hands through her hair.
After a few minutes, he pulled her up and turned her around. Fatima placed her hands on the washbasin, arching her back slightly. He grabbed her waist, positioned himself, and thrust into her from behind.
The train’s movement added to the intensity as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Fatima’s moans filled the small bathroom, her body shuddering with each thrust. He wasn’t gentle, and it was clear he was enjoying every second.
In about 5 minutes, he reached his climax, releasing himself inside her. Fatima’s body trembled as he withdrew, panting heavily. He smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and said, “Bhabhi, you’re incredible.”
He adjusted his clothes and stepped out, leaving me and Fatima alone again. I could see the satisfaction on her face, but her eyes still held a spark of desire.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked her, pulling her close.
She smirked and said, “You know I did. Watching you watch me made it even better.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. Right there, in that tiny bathroom, I pulled her towards me and began making love to her passionately. The bathroom walls seemed to disappear as we lost ourselves in each other.
When we finally finished, both of us were exhausted. We cleaned up and stepped out of the bathroom, only to find the TTE standing nearby.
As we stepped out of the bathroom, we found the TTE standing nearby, eyeing us suspiciously. He had noticed the two guys lingering near the bathrooms earlier and seemed to be piecing together what had just happened.
When he saw Fatima with me, his expression changed. He knew we were together from earlier when he checked our tickets, and the fact that the other two guys had been loitering around raised questions in his mind.
He said sternly, “Aap log yahan kya kar rahe hain? Kuch toh gadbad lag rahi hai.”
Sensing trouble, I whispered to Fatima, and she instantly knew how to handle the situation.
Fatima flashed a charming smile and walked up to the TTE, leaning closer. “Sir, hum bas thoda relax kar rahe the. Koi dikkat toh nahi hai?” she said in a soft, flirtatious tone.
The TTE, clearly taken by her beauty and confidence, softened his expression. He glanced around and said, “Aap log chaliye mere saath. Aise situations public mein create mat kijiye.”
He led us to the AC coach, where a private cabin was vacant. “Yeh cabin ab aapke liye hai,” he said, locking the door behind us.
Fatima turned to him with a playful smirk. “Aapko kaise shukriya karein, sir?” she teased, making her intentions clear.
The TTE’s demeanor changed instantly. “Agar aap sach mein shukriya karna chahti hain, toh mujhe bhi thoda maza de dijiye,” he said, unashamedly.
Fatima glanced at me for approval, and I nodded with a grin. “Aapki duty khatam nahi hoti, sir,” she joked, walking up to him and placing her hands on his chest.
He quickly removed his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Fatima helped him undress, and when he finally revealed his lund, it was massive—easily over 10 inches. Even Fatima, who had seen her share of men, was visibly surprised.
“Kya baat hai, sir. Yeh toh kisi negro ka lagta hai,” she teased, stroking him gently.
The TTE laughed. “Yeh toh bhagwan ki den hai,” he said proudly.
Fatima knelt down and began sucking him, her hands moving skillfully as she took him as deep as she could. The TTE groaned in pleasure, running his hands through her hair as she worked her magic.
After a while, he pulled her up and said, “Ab mujhe tumhari chut ka maza lena hai.”
He turned her around, bent her over the seat, and entered her slowly. Fatima let out a loud moan, “Mar gayi! Dheere karo, saale!”
But the TTE wasn’t in the mood to hold back. He gripped her hips and began thrusting harder, his massive lund stretching her in ways that left her gasping.
As the TTE pounded into Fatima, her moans echoed through the small cabin. She was completely lost in the moment, gripping the seat tightly as she begged him to go slower, but he didn’t relent.
“Yeh toh bas shuruaat hai,” he said with a smirk, thrusting even deeper. Fatima’s body trembled as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
I sat back, watching the scene unfold, stroking myself while enjoying every second of this intense encounter. Fatima’s expressions were a mix of pain and ecstasy as the TTE took her to the edge repeatedly.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the TTE let out a guttural groan and emptied himself inside her. Fatima gasped, her body trembling as she collapsed onto the seat.
As he got dressed, the TTE looked at me and said, “Maza aaya bhai. Tumhari biwi toh kamaal hai. Agli baar kabhi train mein safar karo, toh mujhe zarur bula lena.”
He handed me his number and added, “Main jo bhi TTE duty par hoga, usse recommend kar doonga. Tum logon ke liye hamesha ek khaali cabin reserve rahega.”
Fatima, still catching her breath, smiled and said, “Aapke jaise TTE har train mein hone chahiye, sir. Aapne toh safar yaadgaar bana diya.”
He laughed and left the cabin, promising to send us something special from the canteen.
As the train approached Guna, another TTE came on duty. The previous TTE had already briefed him about us, and it wasn’t long before he knocked on our cabin door.
“Main abhi free nahi hoon, par thodi der mein zarur aaunga,” he said with a playful smile. Fatima winked and replied, “Hum bhi so nahi rahe, sir. Aapka intezaar rahega.”
The second TTE returned an hour later, carrying a bottle of whiskey. He poured drinks for all three of us, and we shared a few laughs before the fun resumed.
Fatima, ever the seductress, stripped down and teased him, saying, “Toh sir, aapka lund kahan hai? Pehle dikhao toh sahi.”
The second TTE wasted no time and dropped his pants, revealing his impressive size. Fatima smiled mischievously and got to work, her mouth and hands bringing him to life in minutes.
After thoroughly enjoying himself, he bent her over and took her hard and fast, making sure to leave her completely satisfied before the train reached its destination.
As the train neared Ujjain, both TTEs ensured we were well taken care of. They even escorted us off the train, joking and laughing as they said their goodbyes.
Fatima, exhausted but happy, leaned on me and said, “Yeh safar kabhi nahi bhoolenge.”
And neither would I.