Night Train to Krakow

by Carlos

Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, True Story, Cheating, Cuckold, Wife Watching, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, .

Desc: True Sex Story: My wife (and I) discover things about her we didn't know. From a stranger. True story from my view. I obviously made up the dialogue between my wife and a guy named Craig.

They were headed back the next day and we were leaving that night on the train to Krakow. Hal and Mary were mid-60's but Chris and Hal worked together and were good friends. Chris and I traveled alot over the years and were more "seasoned" travelers. Having the last of 4 children out of the house had given us a sense of freedom for the first time n 26 years and we were using it do things we had sacrificed raising kids. Chris is a physician and I am a housewife. We are mid-50's and have good marriage. Not very exciting sex and frankly I wouldn't miss it if we never did "it" again. But he likes it and I try to be a good sport. I don't think of myself as sexy. You see I am handicapped. I have an artificial leg. But I am attractive, blond 5'7" and 135#. I think I feel more matronly and that kills my sex drive.

So we had been at train station for about 30 min. Really nasty place. Almost like still communist. No one was helpful. We really felt lost and I felt kind of scared. Sitting there not sure what train, it looked like it would leave in 1 hour but really no one would help us so very insecure. People were scavenging out of garbage, one man drink some yellow liquid and spit it out. To say the least I was nervous. Across the lobby of about 100 people Chris pointed to a tall man and woman companion coming around the corner commented they looked "American". I wasn't sure why but then the man said in a loud voice,"Krakow. Anyone for Krakow". Chris stood and waved them over. They were as lost as we were. His name was Craig James and his girlfriend was Amanda. They stacked their stuff next to bench and we started comparing notes and decided we were in correct place and train did leave in an hour. As we sat we got to know each other. Craig was 35, investment banker in NY, and Amanda and he had met by accident in Italy and been traveling together. Craig was huge, about 6'7" and looked about 200#. Amanda was drop dead gorgeous about same age. They had been in Bucharest about 5 days and were pretty much traveling free around Europe. Craig was single and Chris asked if he ever played basketball. "No, in fact I was always a fatty until I had gastric bypass 2 years ago and lost 150#". He had pleasant demenor and I must say the four of us hit it off well. Amanda had made money in dot-com before the bust, got laid off when the tech industry crashed and was just traveling.

At 8 pm we went to track. There was no one there except one elderly Japanese couple who spoke no English. As the train pulled in the Pullman car was first car behind the engine. The porter was a rather slovenly middle age man who didn't smile but did help us with our luggage. As we boarded it was obvious that no one else was in the car. We tried to communicate with the porter but it pretty much useless. We did determine that we had no dinner coming. Craig and Amanda had some fruit and snacks and so we went into their compartment. Chris brought some scotch and he Craig started knocking that back. Amanda managed to get three small bottle of wine from the porter but he said that was all he had. So as we snacked and drank we compared notes about what we liked best and least as travelers and strangers tend to do. Because they were 20 yrs younger they had obviously hit some different sites than we had, including a "rave" bar which we thought was hilarious behind the iron curtain. We asked what they did in rave bars and they tried some extasy. Chris commented that our generation was old fashioned and we had only grown up with marijuana. At that Craig and Amanda exchanged glances and a smile and Craig said well in that case did we want to "party". Amanda rummaged around her backpack and came up with a box of Camel. She she brought one hand rolled.

"This is all we got but you two are invited". Chris and Craig had been hitting scotch pretty hard thinking that was all they were going to get to do so the whole group was kind of "lit" already. I had had only one small bottle of wine like on airplane. Amanda was ok also. Now the anatomy of pullman berths was a couch from window to door. Above a second bunk had already been folded down and made up since we boarded train at night. Amanda was by window, then Craig was in middle, and I was at end of couch closest to door. Chris had been standing in doorway drinking most of last hour. As the train rolled along thru the night no one was feeling any pain. We started passing the joint around and just having a delightful time. After 3 "tokes" i kind of passed on next two rounds. I remember Craig showing us the loose skin on his arms where he had lost so much weight. Time sort of stood still as the train rocked along. I remember at some point Chris saying he didn't feel well and climbed up to the top bunk. I was really stoned and sort of seeing more colors than I remembered ever seeing with dope before. Course I hadn't had any in many years. I teach SS now and have been pretty much tied up in kids lives the lst 20 years. I remember dreaming that I was on the beach and the sun was hot on my breast.


I was drunk before Craig pulled out the dope. Well pleasantly drunk. The alcohol had been a great social lubricant so we had pretty much gotten past the fact that we were different generations. Craig was very funny and witty and we were competing with story telling. Amanda was really looking good. I thought it was funny she was with Craig cause frankly he wasn't that handsome. You could tell he used to be a fatty. But he obviously had money and I suspected that was part of the attraction. Wondering if it might be fun to flirt with her if we hung together in Krakow. Was looking forward to it when suddenly felt bile up in my throat. I had been looking at the pretty lights outside the window over Amanda's head for about and hour it seemed like it. I really felt sick and new I had to lie down. "Yall excuse me, I don't feel so good" I said as I climbed up to top bunk to lie down just a little while. It was kind of pleasant to lie there looking at the patterns swirl and listening to them laugh and talk down below. Patterns ... I realize this is hallucination. Not supposed to be. Uh-oh. was the joint laced with something. Oh well just keep looking and don't close eyes.


Umm, it feels so good. So good. i am so wet what is happening. I open my eyes, Chris sucking on my left nipple, I arch my back forward and moan. Mmm, good. I put my hand on his head and pull him to me. Can feel his hand between my jeans. I spread my legs a little. oh oh so good as I hunch on to his hand. So different. Bigger. What. UMmmf. Oh god it is Craig. What happened to my blouse, umm god my hips roll up by themselves pushing against the sweet pressure. I cum. Hunching. hunching hips. nipples lips wet.

Oh jesus what have I done.


Time passes. Quiet. Train rocks and rolls. What time is it. Where has everyone gone. I roll over to edge and look toward window. Amanda is asleep sitting up. i look down and Lois is lying back asleep but ... her blouse is open. Craig is fondling her left breast and bra is pushed up. I start to get up. But before I move i look at Lois' face again and she is not asleep. Her eyes are closed but her hips are moving. As i watch I see her tongue lick her lips. Oh shit I think. what am i seeing. I roll back and look at ceiling one foot from my face. What do I do? What do I want to do? Should I do something? The train is rocking. Just rocking. This is rape. She is stoned. Surely she doesn't know what he is doing. Maybe not real. a dream ... I slowly move my head slowly slowly. He is doing something. he is moving his head. I can't see her face, just her hand. Oh! ... He is is kissing her and her hand is in his hair. That piece of shit ... oh god but this is erotic. I glance at Amanda, her head is slumped forward on her chest. Why doesn't she wake up. they are right in front of her ... I move back. The colors are still there. The train is rocking...

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