The wife was passed around for the first time.

I'll tell you how my wife was turned into a whore and I was turned into a cuckold. So, this story happened in 2023. We went on vacation to Astrakhan to visit relatives. We bought train tickets, and that's where it all happened, on the train. Everything told is real.

We are an ordinary couple, from Moscow ourselves, married for 11 years. I'm Alexey, 35 years old, slim build, I work for a construction company. And Irina is 32, works as an accountant, short, full-figured: she has a bit of a belly, a big ass and third-size breasts, a pretty face, wears glasses. Nothing unusual—an ordinary accountant. In sex, everything had become very

boring, nothing new: quick fucks in the same positions once or twice a week. My wife is very closed off, uptight, and shy with me in sex. As they say, "no anal, don't cum in my mouth," etc. She's afraid to try anything new. But if she drinks, she behaves completely differently—a slut awakens in her! She loves rough sex with humiliation, handcuffs, etc., loves being called "whore," "slut," "cum dumpster," etc. Sometimes she'd blurt out things like:

— Yes, fuck me like a whore! Fill me with cum!

— Fuck me in all my holes!

It seemed to me she wanted to try MFM or MMFM, and I started imagining it. Myself in the role of a cuckold, and it really turned me on. Watching other guys fuck your wife right in front of you. That your wife is such a slut! How to see such a whore from a modest woman. Once I decided to start this conversation with her: like, would you want to be with someone else besides me? She just stayed silent and didn't really answer. I hinted repeatedly—all in vain. But I myself didn't understand if I wanted it. Maybe it was jealousy mixed with arousal, but my dick was rock hard.

Well, our vacation arrived. We have 14 days, and today tickets Moscow — Astrakhan. We booked the entire compartment so we could travel alone and no one would bother us.

On the way to the station, we stopped at a store, bought whiskey and wine. Basically, to drink and have snacks, so to speak, to make the trip more fun. We arrived at the station around 3:00 PM, stopped in front of the carriage, decided to smoke, and there was a queue for boarding anyway. Mostly shift workers were traveling. We entered the compartment, settled in. Wife on the lower bunk, me on the upper. The train started moving, and we happily went to relax from all the hustle, from work, from chores. We traveled, drank, talked—everything was fun. We decided to go have lunch. We left the compartment, took the whiskey with us. And there were guys standing opposite their compartment talking about something. I asked them which way the dining car was. One of them answered:

— To the right and through two carriages, it'll be there. Well, follow us, we were heading there too.

We arrived, ordered food, sat, drank, ate, talked. There were a lot of people there, noise and commotion, music playing, everyone sitting, drinking, and talking. Irina's phone was on the table charging, and opposite sat those guys from the neighboring compartment who showed us the way. One of them came over, greeted us:

— Hello! Could you help out?! Lend a charger, literally for 5 minutes, otherwise my phone's about to die.

— Irina: Yes, of course!

He took the charger and went to his table. And we continued talking, drinking. And about 10 minutes later he came back with the charger:

— Thank you so much, you saved me! I had to answer urgently, and the phone was dead.

— Irina: Don't mention it, you could have charged it more.

— No, that's enough, I'll charge it in the compartment later. Why are you sitting so boringly? If you want, join us, we're having fun. I'm Dima, by the way.

— Me: Nice to meet you, I'm Alexey, and my wife Irina.

— Dima: So, come on, join us, we're having fun!

— Irina: Well, maybe a bit later, we need to talk.

— Dima: Well, look, if anything—we're waiting.

Well, we continued drinking, talking, more about work, nothing interesting. And about 15 minutes later Dima shouted from the table:

— Dima: Lyokh, what are you doing there? Come join us!

— Irina: Well, let's go, it'll be more fun with them, and it's a new company.

We took our drinks and snacks and joined them. There were four of them, age roughly 30-40. We got acquainted, started talking about where everyone was from and where they were going.

We answered that we were on vacation to Astrakhan to visit relatives.

— Dima: Ooh, we're all from Astrakhan ourselves, heading home from a shift. We work in construction in Moscow.

In short, we got talking: me with the guys about fishing, about Astrakhan, etc., and my wife with one of them about something about Moscow, etc.

The guys turned out to be alright. We sat, talked for about an hour, then everyone went to smoke in the vestibule. Me with the guys still about fishing, they were telling where it's better to go, and Irina was talking off to the side with one of them. I don't know about what, couldn't hear. We smoked and went back, sat down and continued drinking. Irina and I were already "good," we'd drunk more than half the bottle.

Irina became very sociable and talkative, sat, laughed, had fun, and it was clear she was interested in the company, talking to someone new. Other guys often came over to us, they were their acquaintances, also traveling from a shift. They greeted us, introduced themselves. Everything was very fun. We finished our whiskey, and Dima suggested:

— Maybe we buy a bottle of cognac and go to our compartment? We're sitting so fun, and we have things to talk about with you.

— Irina: Yes, we're all for it! We're having a good time.

Dima and I went to the bar, bought more cognac, beer, snacks, drinks, etc.

And everyone gathered and went to their compartment.

Walking to the compartment, Irina was already walking cheerfully, swaying a bit, and we were all roughly already "good." We entered the compartment, Irina started setting the table.

— What a great wife you have, such a homemaker!

— Me: Yes, she is.

We continued drinking, talking. And at the moment when one gave a toast, Irina was just about to drink, one of them stood up and accidentally bumped her arm, and she spilled the glass on herself, on her t-shirt.

— Oops, sorry! Here, take a napkin, wipe it.

— Irina: No-o, thanks, I'll go change my t-shirt.

Irina left. We continued talking. After five minutes she came back, and she was wearing such a revealing nightgown with a cleavage on the chest, a push-up bra with straps around the tits, lifting and accentuating her already large breasts. Everyone looked and literally froze staring at her tits. I liked it too, but there was also jealousy and arousal that everyone was gawking at her tits. And then the jokes started:

— Wow, that's some size!

— Irina (embarrassed, lifting her breasts a bit with her hands): Yes, a good size, third! 😂

Irina was already tipsy, not shy and in a good mood.

And everyone was the same. There was noise, laughter, music playing. More and more compliments with sexual undertones were heard towards Irina, and Irina's eyes were already shining, and she reacted positively, and answered the guys in kind. She sat with them, flirted, laughed, and admired them. Further attention was more on her. Everyone was drunk and more open, and jokes on sex topics started, and Irina supported them in conversations. They started teasing each other. One of them:

— Well, fuck you!

— Fuck you yourself! Actually, Irinka is more suited for that job! 😂

Everyone laughed together. Irina also just laughed and, playfully, bit her lip, and her eyes were already burning from so much male attention. Periodically, their friends still came in: they'd come in, drink, chat for five minutes and leave.

— Dima: There's a stop in about five minutes. Let's go outside to smoke, get some fresh air and also go to the store, buy more drinks.

I agreed too, as I was already "good" and in a kind of fog.

Stop. We started to go out.

— Me: Irin, let's go outside.

— Irina: Oh, no, I'm so drunk, I won't get off the train, I'll sit here.

The three of us went outside, and Irina stayed with two in the compartment.

The stop was about 30 minutes. We went to the store, bought everything and came back to the platform. Dima says to us:

— Let's stand, smoke.

— Me: Ok, at least get some fresh air.

And the third guy went into the carriage. We stood, talked. I say to Dima:

— Let's go.

— Dima: Oh, let's stand a bit longer, when boarding starts, then we'll go.

And he's texting someone and talking to me. I already want to go back, but he's kind of stopping me. Well, we stood like that until the end, until boarding started. We were gone for about thirty minutes. We entered the carriage, and he says to me:

— What to do there? Let's chat here in the vestibule.

— Me: No, let's go, and Irinka will lose me.

— Dima: Yeah, it's all good, she's having fun there.

That made me tense, and he seemed like he didn't want to let me go there. Well, I went anyway, he followed me and still tried to stop me. Then I open the door and at first don't understand what's happening. Everyone is standing, and I don't see Irina. And then between them I saw Irina sitting on her knees in a circle between them and sucking them off! 😳

I was just in shock from what I saw, I was speechless. I was just furious.

— Me: Irina, fuck, have you lost your mind?! What are you doing???

And Irina is sitting with her breasts bare, just in shorts, greedily sucking dick and jerking two off. Cum is dripping from her chin onto her tits.

— Irina: Lyosha, fuck, get out of here!

— Me: Have you lost your fucking mind?!

— Irina: Well, please, let me have a proper time for once! Let me try something new! — and put the cock back in her mouth.

— One of them: Lyokha, seriously, don't interfere! Let us relax, and you see, she's not against it, we didn't force her.

And they closed the door in front of me. And Dima and I were left in front of the compartment. I freaked out and went to the vestibule, and Dima followed me. I walked and didn't understand my feelings: both anger and jealousy. I was furious and in a fog. I nervously lit a cigarette.

— Dima: Come on, it's all good, she wanted it herself. And let the guys relax, they haven't had anyone for three months.

— Me: This is fucking insane! That's my wife, and they're giving it to her in the mouth like some last whore!

— Dima: So what, if she wants it herself? Let the woman have fun!

I opened the cognac bottle and started drinking from the neck and smoking, and he kept convincing me that everything was fine and nothing happened. We stood, talked for about 15 minutes, I had calmed down a bit.

— Dima: To be honest, I really want to try your wife myself. We're all fucking starving, three months without women.

— Me: I understand everything, but not my wife!

— Dima: Lyokha, maybe we should go, join in? Why stand here now?

I stood, nervously smoking and drinking, and the thoughts themselves: how is my wife polishing dicks there? After about five minutes, three guys were walking from the neighboring carriage and approached us. They were their acquaintances.

— Listen, Diman, seriously, you guys got some whore going there? 😂😂

— Diman: Yeah, the guys in the compartment are giving it to her in the mouth.

— And what, like a whore? All holes working?

— Diman: Don't know, but she's a good sucker. Well, I think they'll work all her holes now, ahahah! 😂😂 (there's laughter)

— What, was she traveling alone?

— Diman: Ahahah, nooo, here's her husband standing! 😂😂

— No fucking way??? Bro, what are you looking at? 😂😂

— Me: To be honest, I'm shocked by everything happening.

I stood and was in shock. They're standing there, discussing my wife, a whore!

— Guys, alright, we're going too, otherwise we'll miss everything.

Dima and I stood, drank and smoked.

— Diman: Lyokha, let's go join in too, otherwise we'll miss everything, there's probably already a line! 😂😂

I took another sip, and we went. Approaching the compartment, we hear noise and laughter, and two guys are standing near the compartment. I approached, started opening the door, and the guys standing nearby:

— Guys, wait, there's already a line, the compartment is full.

I opened the door and see the scene: 6 men are sitting on the sides, and my wife is on her knees polishing cocks. And they're holding her by the back of her head and shoving her mouth onto cocks and passing her around. And the men were discussing among themselves: "Knows her job, bitch!", "Her tits are just fire!" And the wife tries even harder. One of them grabbed her head and shoved her onto his cock all the way to the balls and started growling and cumming right down her throat. Irina started wheezing and choking, and he pulled out. And Irina was wheezing with cum in her throat. Further, from compliments they moved to commands: "Come on, slut, work!", "Take it deeper!" — and she moved to the next cock, greedily took it in her mouth and jerked two others. There was laughter in the compartment and rough male voices with humiliation: "Whore, tell me, do you like sucking?"

— Irina: Yes, I'm your whore! I want you to fill me with cum! I'm your cum dumpster, I