The Midnight Train

We were returning to India after our weeklong gateway to paradise Island in Thailand. We went on this special trip to reconnect with each other, though we hardly had any special connection previously and I doubt we are going to have one now.

Me and Prashant, both of us were brought up in traditional Indian families and we hardly had any sexual experience prior to our marriage except for porn. It was a typical Indian arranged marriage and we went along with the wishes of our families.

My life long foolish dream of our wedding night was a nightmare I don't want to ever experience again. There were sweat, blood, and semen everywhere but no pleasure. Prashant has certainly improved himself after his hideous performance, but there was nothing much his 4inch erect penis could do. I bought a vibrator at the suggestion of one of my friends and thank God, I can finally understand bliss. Prashant got to know about the vibrator but didn't make a fuss about it as it kept my mood swings at bay.

After 6 months of our marriage, our families started pestering us about having babies. How can I tell them it is not possible for us to have babies if your son is unable to fuck me. So, this vacation was basically planned by them as our 2nd wedding anniversary gift. But things didn't change dramatically when we went to a magical place, they stayed almost the same.

We returned via a flight to Kolkata airport, and we had a day's journey to visit Prashant's parents before we set off to Delhi, our professional home. Due to the last moment change of our travel plans, there were only 2 seats left on the entire train. One of them was in the first class and the other one was in 2 tiers. Prashant persuaded me to take the first-class seat as he insisted that it will be a safer choice.

We boarded the train and decided to put both of our language below our respective seats. Other than me there were 2 distinguished-looking gentlemen, one in his 60s, Mr. Das, and the other in his 70s, Mr.Bhargav. The man in his 70s also had a wife who was in her 60s and traveled in the same cabin. Mr. Das was a fit gentleman of 6 ft. with a slight beer belly, peeper colored hair while Mr. Bhargav was about 5'6 has a larger beer belly and with a slight balding and white hair and Mrs. Bhargav was outright obese.

Prashant tried to sit with me in the cabin but the other co-passengers didn't approve of the situation, so I tried to sit with him in the 2tier but the Ticket collector removed me twice.

I returned back to the 1st class cabin at 9 pm after having dinner with Prashant and found that my elderly cabin mate, Mr.Bhargav has occupied my lower berth in a semi-seated position, leaving the little seat for me. Mrs. Bhargav was already packing her belongings and I thought, "Thank God I will get rid of these two then certainly I can sneak Prashant in the cabin". Mr. Das and Mrs. Bhargav were sitting in the opposite berth. I managed to squeeze multiple in between Mr. Bhargav and the window as he showed no sign of giving me extra space, his elbow touching my thigh.

Coldwater spoiled all my perfect musings as at 9.30 Mrs. Bhargav was the only one who packed her bags and climbed down the train leaving her big-bellied husband with us. I didn't want to make a fuss, so I didn't inform Prashant about being alone in the cabin.

I was wearing a flowy skirt and spaghetti top, kudos to my tropical vacation. Having a 36C bra size made it quite risque but then again I was returning from a tropical vacation.

I went to the washroom and removed my bra, as I can never sleep with my bra on. My big boobs and nipples became visible through my semi-sheer top. On returning back to the cabin the eyes of my cabin mates bulged on seeing me.

I sat back in my previous position, but contrary to last time Mr. Bhargav faced and eyed my tits openly. I ignored both of them and made my nightly call to Prashant.