His Wife on the Train

I covered my face, still half-asleep, as I stumbled toward my bunk.

I don't even know how many times I got groped on the way.

These migrant workers riding the old green-skin train hadn't seen a woman in years. A woman like me–an eye-catching one–suddenly appearing in their midst instantly brought out their true natures.

As soon as I stepped into the sleeper area, a wave of foul stench nearly knocked me out. This tiny space was packed full of men.

The moment they saw me enter, all of them sat up. Their eyes swept over me shamelessly. One short man even jumped down, snatched my luggage from my hands, and before I could react, squeezed straight into my arms.

"Beautiful lady, let me put your luggage up for you."

"I… I can do it myself."

Seeing one of them already taking advantage of me, the other three could not sit still either. They jumped down from their bunks and surrounded me, trapping me in the middle. Their hard, muscular chests pressed so tightly against me that I could barely breathe.

Their enthusiasm went way too far. Before I could even finish speaking, I was pushed and squeezed right into the center of the sleeper car.

That was when I felt four or five hands wandering under my skirt.

I was shocked, yet at the same time, a wave of unbearable heat surged through my body. I had not been with my husband for so long that my whole body had become extremely sensitive.

If… if these four men surrounded me from the front and back, I was not sure I could handle it…

Just thinking about it made my legs tremble. In a panic, I pushed the men away, snatched my luggage back, and pulled out the small privacy curtain. I quickly hung it around my bunk.

Even after I slipped behind the curtain, my heart would not stop racing.

The four workers, seeing that I was not an easy target and not wanting to make things too ugly, cursed a few times and returned to their own bunks.

The night grew deep. I curled up on the hard sleeper, listening to the snoring all around me as waves of heat rolled through my body.

Lying there with complicated feelings, my mind kept replaying the scene of being surrounded by them. Their scorching hands, their strong, solid bodies… Although they were a bit dirty and rough, they were all sturdy, powerful men. They should be…

No. I should not be thinking about any man other than my husband.

My face instantly flushed red. I shook my head hard, subconsciously pulling the thin blanket over my head. Unable to stop myself, I squeezed my thighs tightly together.

This was my first time sleeping in such a cramped space with a group of unfamiliar men. The feeling made my face burn. My fingers unconsciously slid onto my thigh.

At that moment, a large, rough hand suddenly clamped over my mouth.

"Mmph!"

I panicked and tried to struggle, but I felt my entire body being pinned down, completely unable to move.

Terrified, I tried to secretly pull my hand back, but the man noticed. He let out a low, amused chuckle and pinched my cheek, forcing my head up.

I was made to lift my neck out of the blanket. A young but tough, rugged face appeared before my eyes.

"So, lady, you're really hungry, huh?"

It was the man who had bumped into me earlier on the train!

"Mmm… mmph!"

My pupils shrank as I struggled desperately. Pressed tightly against him, I could feel every inch of his body, muscles full of explosive power.

His burning palm slid slowly down from my collarbone, stroking me inch by inch, occasionally squeezing and kneading. The hand that had covered my mouth moved to grip my waist, skillfully caressing as it explored downward.

My vision blurred. Through the gaps in the small curtain, I saw several pairs of eyes glowing with lust–the four men from the same carriage staring straight at me.

"Don't… there are people…"

"Lady, don't make any noise. It won't be good if you attract attention."

The man whispered softly in my ear, then directly kissed my lips.

It was too stimulating…

The restless heat that had been building inside me finally found an outlet.

I had not had sex in so long that I could not resist at all. My whole body turned soft and weak, completely powerless to fight back.

"This… this is in the train carriage…"

I tried to resist with a soft cry, but I didn't dare make another sound. The man had already slipped under my blanket…

All I could do was open my mouth and moan helplessly as he toyed with me.

In my mind, I knew I should scream and escape.

But my body was drowning in electric waves of pleasure.

This man… he knew exactly how to play with a woman!

Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed into me. I could not hold back my excitement. My breathing grew heavier and heavier. I desperately wanted to cry out, but I could only stuff my hand into my mouth to muffle the soft, shameful sounds.

"Ah… mmh…"

In the dark, quiet carriage, I felt my legs being forcefully parted. Strong hands gripped my waist as a burning, hard heat pressed against me…