The train pulled out of the station early Friday afternoon. It had been my idea to go to Paris for the weekend to celebrate my birthday and Carol (my wife) had promised to make it a memorable one. Whilst very much in love we each other we both liked to enjoy different sexual experiences and attended parties, hosted by trusted friends where I could fuck another man's wife whilst watching him fuck Carol. I think she loved to play the role of a whore and would shout "fuck me harder you bastard" at her partner as she approached orgasm and would also urge me on saying "Give it to her, fuck the bitch hard", later when reminded of this she would always act surprised and deny using such language claiming it was most unlike her to swear.
Carol, now in her late twenties, was wearing a flared skirt with tailored jacket over a silk blouse, her legs were sheathed in fine cream stockings which I new would be attached to an equally delicate garter belt with matching French knickers (her contribution to the French flavour of our weekend). We settled into our seats on board the train that would take us through the countryside of south east England, under the sea and then rapidly into the heart of Paris.
I glance across to my wife in the window seat and noticed that her jacket was open and that her nipples pushed hard against the silk of her blouse, for she wasn't wearing a bra. She noticed the direction of my gaze and smiled, wetting her lips at the same time. She leaned across and said "Touch me."
I looked around the carriage to see who might be looking but the seats opposite were empty and the other passengers seemed to be other wise occupied. I put my hand on her breast and she let out a small gasp of pleasure so I proceeded to pinch her nipple between thumb and finger and kissed her deeply at the same time. A man then sat in the seat opposite and we both sat up, but her hand went under the table that separated the two seats and rubbed my growing cock, she said "I'm horny and need you to fuck me."
I told her she would have to wait for it, but had an idea. I told her to lean back in the seat and pretend to sleep. This she did and I put my hand under the table and slowly moved it along her stocking covered thigh, she let out a gasp as my fingers found there way into her loose French knickers and slid up and down her already wet pussy. I then gentle finger fucked her letting the rhythm of the train and my fingers bring her to orgasm. She did her best to keep quiet but a groan left her lips as her body shuddered against me. The man opposite who I would guess was about thirty and who up till that moment I hadn't taken much notice of was smiling at us, my wife blushed at first but then looked straight at him and said "Did you enjoy watching me?"
He replied was in English but with a strong French accent, "It is always a pleasure to participate or watch an act of passion however I could not have had the same degree of pleasure as you experienced."
We all laughed and he introduced himself, his name was Anton, we got talking and the subject of what fun could be had in Paris if you new the right places and people. Anton told how he and his wife Claudia like to explore different regions of their sexuality and had experienced threesomes, with the wife of a friend and then on another occasion with the friend and how Claudia like to expose herself and be fucked in public places. Claudia also had a collection of toys and costumes which she used to live out her fantasies. I could see that Carol was excited by his talk and readily agreed when Anton suggested that we meet for drinks that evening in a small club which he knew to be very discreet.
