I'm going to tell you all a story about a late night train journey. I'm only telling anyone becouse I have to tell someone for my sanity's sake and I obviously can't tell anyone I know. Thin of this what you may but I'm not ashamed of myself (although I was for some time), I'm just quite shocked that I let it happen. I'm 54 married to a man I love very much but as he is quite a bit older than me I have felt that I am missing out on the sexual side the relationship which has left me quite frustrated. So on with my story. Last January I needed to attend meetings in London which involved a long train journey. As the meeting was to end with a meal I had intended to stay over but after more wine than I should have had I decided to catch the last train home. As I tend to travel 1st class on the train I expected it to be quiet so I could relax. I shared a taxi with my new 'friends' and the reason for this story, they are a couple who had attended the same meetings as I had. Carol and Andrew are quite a bit younger than I am and extremely attractive and well suited. As is always the case, the train was late and due to the cold and the rain it was quite a dismal delay and to top it all I sat on a wet seat which soaked my skirt and knickers which I made me so uncomfortable I had to remove ( the knickers not the skirt). At long last the train arrived and I made myself comfortable. I was alone except for half a dozen people including my 'friends'. Instead of sleeping we talked for some time. After a few stops we had the carriage to ourselves and continued our chatting. They where very complementary,telling me how attractive I was and so on in fact he was quite flirtatious. I'm not sure how this came about but as the carriage was a bit colder than I had expected I ended up sitting next to him with his girlfriend opposite us. I produced a large shawl and offered to put it round myself and my young friend. As time went on I told them about my deposit with the wet seat and even told them about the fact that I had needed to remove my underwear which they said was very sexy. I said that I felt guilty that I was using the shawl and offered to give it to my her for a while but she suggested that we snuggle up together and he even suggested I sit on his lap to there was room for the three of us to sit together. Thinking back about it now it was obvious what they where planning as there are seat's long enough for three to sit side by side but I suppose the wine had make common sense go out the window. After a little while of sitting on his lap the conversation became quite suggestive with Carol telling me that I had nice breasts. I gave her one of my ' do you mind' stares but she just smiled. Andrew had his hands on my waist and I could feel his hands moving slowly up so the bottom of my breasts was resting on his hand and I have to be honest it felt quite erotic. I told him that I should move to avoid crushing him ( although I'm quite petite) but he held onto me, his hands moving up again so my breasts touched even more. Over the next half hour or so things progressed with Andrew commenting on my legs and backside whilst Carol giggled. I suppose I found the attention quite nice. So much so I didn't do anything whilst they both tugged at my skirt pulling it up inch by inch as though I wouldn't notice. I reminded them I wasn't' wearing any underwear and Carol just smiled and said she knew. There was quite a bit of fumbling and before I knew it my skirt was up around my waist. Carol gave Andrews trousers one big tug and I found myself sitting on a stranger lap, with his quite large cock resting against my thigh. We didn't really say anything for quite a while, Andrew moved me up and I felt his nice thick cock nudging my pussy, we had to manoeuvre for a little while and then with the help of Carol his cock found me and he slid himself in and to be quite blunt about it, we fucked very gently in a dark empty railway carriage. It was surreal, I had never had an affair or even kissed another man and here I was sitting on a train with a stranger deep inside me with his wife sucking me. Carol undid my blouse and enjoyed herself sucking my breasts stopping only when we pulled into a railway station. I sat there under the shawl with this young man's cock still deep inside me. No one came into our carriage so we continued, Andrews thrusting getting more urgent until I felt warm cum enter me quite forcibly several times. I tried to stop any noise but my orgasm was so strong I couldn't stop a loud groan. Carol giggles and said ' he comes quite a lot doesn't he. I moved of him and Carol produced some tissues and helped me clean myself up but even as I got in the taxi at the other end this young man's cum was sliding down my legs. Now I miss the fun of sex and fully intend to catch up on what I have missed.