After he went we were all prepared to sleep and our compartment was dark and everyone had slept.My wife was sleeping in middle berth and I was on the ...other middle berth. I slowly took my hands and placed on her boobs and massaged them and she was moaning in sleep.While doing thi I also slept as I was tired. My sleep broke suddenly due to stop of train and I could hear my wife moan again. But my hands were not on her. The man sleping above her berth was pressing her boobs and she was moaning. A very large bulge was visible under his orange boxer shorts. My wife rubbed the considerable lump in his boxers and began to pull them down. "I see you are gifted in other ways," she said. Ben pulled his butt up from the couch so my wife could remove his shorts. She tried to pretend she wasn’t impressed and turned on by the size of his thick prick but her saucer sized eyes told a different story. His penis extended midway up his torso and her hand barely fit around his gigantic shaft. She took. As a good host, I had offered her a few drinks as she deliberated. Like any good host, I was drinking right along. Like a good guest, after the first one, she started mixing her own. My mind traveled back ten years to prom night. I remembered getting drunk after the prom and then nothing until waking up in my own bed the next afternoon naked, with my cock glued to my thigh by dried cum. All these years I had wondered if I had relieved myself after a frustrating after prom date or if Shelley. He then grabbed my right wrist and put something around it, it felt soft. My are got pulled forwards and to the side, then my arm was secured. Going to the other side of the bed, he repeated the process. He trailed his fingers on my back making me arch into his touch until he reached my ass, then the fingers were gone. "I have brought you here for a reason, I hope that you will enjoy this. This is going to be different from everything that we have ever done. Are you okay with it? With whatever.