Polar Sexpress

We boarded the train just in time. Our flights North had been cancelled because of the snowy weather, and if we wanted to make it to my in-laws for Christmas, this looked like our only option. A 24-hour train ride booked at the last minute.

I was pleasantly surprised when the train had pulled into the station. I had been absolutely dreading it since we jumped in the taxi at the airport. The thought of a sleepless 24 hours on public transport was not going to get me in the Christmas mood. Instead the train was practically glamorous. It had a glass-domed section in the back of only three carriages.

The whole thing had an art-deco vibe, and was very luxurious. This was very different from railways back home in the UK.

"How much did this cost?" I asked my Canadian wife.

"Who cares, the airline are paying for it!" she replied, "although the agent never mentioned a dress code."

The customer services woman at the airport had been super helpful, but my wife was right, everyone else was dolled up like they were going for a night at the opera, and we were looking worn out and stressed, dragging our massive suitcases and wearing Christmas jumpers... or 'holiday sweaters' as my wife would probably say.

We showed our tickets to the guard, a young brunette woman with a beaming smile and a very tight-fitting uniform.

"I'm not sure we're on the right train, our flight got cancelled, and the airline gave us these," I said, half expecting to be turned away.

"Definitely the right train, Sir, and good thing too, this is the last train North before the holidays" she replied. It felt weird being called Sir, especially as she was probably less than a decade younger than me.

"Sorry, we didn't get the dress code," my wife smiled politely. (She's Canadian so she does everything politely.)

"No worries at all, completely understandable," she smiled back, "the airline did only buy you standard tickets though, so you don't have a cabin overnight, but you won't be the only ones sleeping in the main carriage, don't worry."

She pointed us to the left to the seating area, we stowed our suitcases in the baggage area on the way past.

Some of the other passengers looked up as we walked in, underdressed and disheveled.

There was an older couple who looked at us like sour grapes, a family of four with two young adult daughters, another couple who looked about our age and a few couples in their 40s.

We found some seats near the rear of the train, close to the couple who looked about the same age as us.

Another two groups boarded the train, a guy in his 30s with a slightly tipsy looking girlfriend (it was just before lunch) and a man who looked like he came straight from a boardroom with his wife and either his daughter or his secretary.

***

"What a wild way to end up on this train," Helen laughed. We had got chatting to her and her husband Brad pretty early on in the journey. They were the couple that we had sat near. We had explained the situation to them, which they found hilarious.

"Yeah, not how we expected to spend the 2 days before Christmas, but it gets us into my folks' place on Christmas Eve, so that's what matters," my wife, Georgie, said.

"So that means you have no clothes for tonight," Helen replied, "or did you have anything packed?"

"What's tonight?" I asked.

"Fancy dinner, 5 courses, the works," Brad replied. I got the sense that Helen was the one who had wanted to come on the trip and liked the finer things in life. Brad looked like he'd be more at home drinking beer and talking sports in a bar, when he was not lifting weights at a gym.

"Oh, no, we didn't..." Georgie replied.

"I can lend you something, we're about the same size right, and I couldn't decide what to wear, so I packed about 4 options, come on," Helen said, pulling Georgie to her feet.

Helen and Georgie were about the same size. Georgie was perhaps a little taller, and had brown hair while Helen had blonde. Their figure was similar though, reasonably large chest, slim figure and a firm tight bum.

I dragged my eyes away. I probably shouldn't be comparing my wife and her new friend's bum, especially not in front of that friend's husband.

Brad smiled at me. The smile of two men left to talk, while their wives ran off together.

"So, how about the Jets season, eh? Reckon this is the year we break the curse?," Brad asked.

I knew just enough about the NHL to know what he was talking about, but not enough to actually reply.

Canadians and their hockey...

***

My wife looked stunning. Helen had lent her a floor length gold sequin gown with a slit up the side of her leg and onto her hip. My wife dressed nicely, but black-tie was not her usual style. Helen was in a red silk cocktail dress and the tallest pair of stilettos I had ever seen.

News of our situation had spread and Dave, the Dad of the adult daughters had lent me a spare dress shirt, and Helen had packed Brad two tuxedos... "just in case."

Helen clearly liked the high-life and Brad clearly liked giving it to her. I can't blame him, she was stunning. Blonde hair, brown eyes, nice smile and so down to earth. I guessed she was old money, and I had found out he had built a pretty successful contracting firm. Which made sense how he had the money, but still preferred beer and wings to wine and cheese.

Dinner had been delicious. Every course prepared perfectly. The type of food we would occasionally treat ourselves to for a special anniversary rather than every day. The wine was even included, which we had all taken full advantage of.

"I'll be right back," I whispered in my wife's ear as I went to find the bathroom.

I opened the door and stood there aghast.

There was Phil, the business man, naked from the waist down, with his cock buried in his secretary (at least I really hope it was the secretary, not his daughter) who was sat on the small sink with her dress rucked up and her legs propped against the small radiator and the toilet lid.

"I am so sorry, it wasn't locked," I apologised and averted my eyes.

"No worries, I'd just finished anyway," Phil replied. He casually turned around and pulled his boxers and trousers back up over his still semi-erect cock. He had made zero attempt to cover himself of clean up before getting dressed.

Tara, the secretary, panted heavily. As Phil moved to one side, a dollop of his cum slid out her wet sticky hole and landed on the floor just in front of the sink. One of her small but pert breasts had been exposed during their session.

Phil had left the room before Tara had recovered enough to put her pussy away.

"Just give me a minute," she panted, "I'll clean up the room before you use it."

"It's fine," I said, feeling slightly sorry for the young woman whose boss had just filled her and run off (probably back to his wife) before she had even got her panties back on, "I'll use the one in the other carriage."

I smiled and left her to clean up her boss's cum. I hope she's getting a sizeable bonus this Christmas.

***

"Do you reckon his wife knows?" my wife whispered later that night, as we sat under a blanket, ready to try and sleep in a carriage full of other people.

We had got out of our clothes and the train had stopped with some people getting off, including some of the train staff. I guess they didn't need as many staff overnight and for breakfast and we'd arrive before lunch anyway.

I had told Georgie all about catching Phil and Tara, as soon as we had been alone.

"He wasn't shy about it, I got an eyeful of both of them," I replied.

"I bet he's got a big dick, I mean I know he's rich and her boss, but Tara is way too pretty to sleep with him unless it was a beast," Georgie whispered.

She was a little drunk. She got horny and lost all her filter when she was drunk.

"Meh, pretty average," I replied.

"What about Tara, does she have a nice pussy, what about her boobs?"

"Woah, woah, calm down," I whispered back, "I mean I'm not sure I'd describe any pussy that's dripping with a middle aged man's cum as being particularly good looking... and her boobs weren't as nice as yours."

"You, sweetie," Georgie smiled sleepily, "they are a bit small for you. You can't tell me you weren't a little bit turned on though?"

She rubbed her hand over my crotch, which was indeed hard. If we weren't in a train carriage full of other people, I would definitely have tried something... run my hands up her side to caress the side of her breast, or stroked my hand up the inside of her thigh.

"Okay, it was a hot situation, but you know you're the only woman for me," I reassured my wife.

She had already fallen asleep though, her hand still cupping my shaft through my trousers.

***

I woke in the night to use the loo again (too much wine).

I reached the end of the carriage, and the train guard, Annie, was there, talking into a handset on the wall.

She looked worried.

I went to the loo, I was tempted to have a wank right there after seeing some live porn in this very room a few hours before. Then I remembered the dodgy lock on the door, and decided against it.

On my way back to my seat I locked eyes with Jasmine, one of Dave and Susan's two daughters, who was awake and staring at her phone in the dark of the carriage. She seemed pleasant enough, the shy type, but pretty for sure. She was tall, but her most striking feature was her orange ginger hair.

It wasn't until I got back to my seat and under the blanket that I realised the click-clack of the train's movement had stopped.

Nevermind. Probably just waiting for a signal.

***

"I'm afraid we're stuck," Annie announced next morning, "the tracks are covered with snow, and it is too deep for us to clear. We have very little signal, but we have managed to get word to the station. They are sending a crew up, but it looks like we will be here for all of today and into tonight. We are hoping to still get in by tomorrow lunchtime."

"But tomorrow is Christmas Day," Jasmine's sister Grace complained.

"I appreciate that, and we are truly sorry," Annie replied, her voice cracking slightly, she was clearly not used to this amount of pressure. She couldn't have been much more than 20 herself.

The groans around the carriage were audible.

"But, let me assure you, we have plenty of fuel for the heaters, we have food to keep everyone going, and as an apology, there will be complimentary food and drinks until this is sorted out," Annie announced.

Everyone seemed unconvinced by having their Christmas plans ruined.

"We'll make it fun," Helen added, "we'll get to know each other, there's wine and we'll play games. It will be a different sort of Christmas."

The mood had uplifted slightly.

"Our barman, Spencer, will have breakfast served in about 20 minutes," Annie announced. I looked around the room at the people we were stranded with.

We had become friends with Helen and Brad. They had spent the night in their cabin, which presumably had an actual bed, which might have explained Helen's much more positive outlook than the rest of us.

There was Phil, his wife Jane and his secretary, Tara. I had already got rather too familiar with Phil and Tara. They had also got a cabin - I wonder what those sleeping arrangements had been last night?

Jasmine, Grace and their parents Dave and Susan had spent the night a few rows in front of us. They were American tourists who were celebrating a special trip. I got the impression it was a bit of a last minute thing to see some old family friends. Grace was already at Yale or Harvard or somewhere fancy, and Jasmine had just turned 18 and was off to college in the fall.

Mr and Mrs Pullman, the sour-faced older couple had already disappeared back into their cabin.

The only other couple were a slightly geeky-looking guy in his thirties called Simon and his much hotter girlfriend Tiffany. They lived near San Jose and Simon did something in tech. Tiffany apparently just posted things on social media and spent his money.

We spent the day playing games (someone had been planning on gifting a nephew a few board games which were hastily unwrapped - he was now getting money instead), talking and a small amount of drinking.

Okay, a not-so-small amount.

"Where's Phil got to?" Helen asked Jane, the cheating businessman's wife.

"Probably with Tara in the cabin," Jane replied casually, before taking another sip of wine.

"And you're okay with that? With them....?" I asked.

"Oh, my dear, Phil mentioned he'd bumped into you in the bathroom last night," Jane laughed, "of course I am, one less thing for me to do."

"Wow," Helen asked, "that's very... modern of you guys."

"It's simply convenient," Jame explained, "I love Phil, in a way, but we're not together like that anymore. He used to sneak around and have affairs but it was all rather tedious. One day I told him to be a man and stop trying to hide it."

"And you're fine with him having sex with his young, beautiful secretary?" Helen asked.

"He's always at the office, it makes sense for him to get his there," Jane laughed.

"And where do you get yours?" Georgie asked.

"The pool boy at home, my yoga instructor at his studio, my tennis coach wherever we happen to be..." Jane listed them off, "shall I carry on? It worked out for everyone."

"What about Tara, what does she get out of it?" Georgie asked.

"An inflated salary, a wife who looks the other way and extravagant gifts," Jane replied, "paid for with any money I haven't already spent on pool maintenance, yoga sessions or tennis lessons."

Everyone laughed.

"That is so cool," Helen grinned, "we've been to a couple of sex parties in New York, haven't we Brad, but you guys are next level. Does it bother you, Tara being here?"

"Not at all," Jane chuckled, "Tara and I have an understanding. He will never leave me, he can't, the divorce would be far too expensive. She knows that and she knows she is just sex to him, as well as an employee of course. Frankly she treats me very respectfully. She bought me a lovely gold bracelet for Christmas, while my husband bought me a hideous sweater."

"Can we just go back a second?" Georgie asked, "you and Brad go to sex parties, how did that conversation go?"

"Well," Helen replied, "the company that runs them is owned by an old college friend of mine. She convinced me to check it out once, I asked Brad if he would like the opportunity to fuck, not one, but multiple, gorgeous sexy women, for the low price of sharing his wife for the evening and he agreed."

I gave Brad a look and he cheered me through the air.

"Could you guys keep it down? My daughters are sat right here, they don't want to hear about a bunch of swingers," Dave interrupted.

"You're a fine one to talk," Grace snapped at her Dad.

"Not now," Dave snapped back.

"He's getting all holier than thou, but my parents used to go to swingers' parties all the time. Proper keys in the bowl type stuff," Grace announced to the group. If Jasmine was the shy sibling, then Grace was the opposite.

"Good on you Dave, didn't know you had it in you," Helen cheered and cheersed the balding, lanky middle aged man who looked more like an accountant than a swinger. Do swingers have a certain look?

"I don't want to discuss this," Dave sat back in his seat.

"In fact," Grace went on, regardless "we did one of those DNA genealogy gift things and it turns out me and Jasmine aren't even full sisters. But they won't let us find out which one isn't really Dad's."

I looked at the two girls. Jasmine looked slightly sheepish. Grace, her mum and Dad all had the same chestnut brown hair and brown eyes. Jasmine was a blue-eyed, fiery orange redhead. I know that's not how genetics works completely, but I'd put my money on Jasmine being the one who wasn't related. I smiled at her again, I think she knew the same thing. Imagine that, knowing you're the product of your parents swinging with their friends 19 years ago.

Were we the only people on this train in a monogamous relationship?

***

"Let's get dresssed up again," Helen suggested that evening, "I mean the food might be cheese and bread rather than a five-course meal but why not spend the evening sipping wine and looking gorgeous."

We were still stuck. The rescue team were still 6 hours out. Everyone agreed or was won over by Helen's force of will and positivity.

"Don't worry, I've got another dress for you," Helen whispered to Georgie. Georgie grabbed me by the hand as she was pulled into Helen's cabin.

"Can he help me choose," Georgie asked.

"Course, the more, the merrier, and it is Christmas after all," Helen smiled.

I entered the cabin for the first time. It was really just two single beds seperated by a narrow aisle. Above were two more bunks but these had been folded up and out of the way. There was a small wardrobe and that was about it.

Helen indicated for me to sit on the bed.

"We've got this one, or this one," Helen pulled out a 1920s-style silver flapper dress and a strapless mini dress in purple, "here, try them both on."

Georgie slid her top off and shimmied into the silver dress. She then took her jeans off too.

"How do I look?" She asked.

"Radiant," I beamed back at her.

"Thats a fancy British way of saying you look HOT," Helen chimed in, "try this one too."

Georgie took off one dress and Helen held out the other.

"You're going to have to wear this one without a bra, unless you packed a strapless?" Helen asked. Georgie shook her head.

Georgie took off her bra and stood there in just her lacy pink underwear. God I loved my wife and her body. Her chest was seriously impressive. It was on the larger side but it was the firmness and the soft pink areolas that I really loved the most. I shuffled slightly to accommodate the rush of blood to my crotch.

"Nice," Helen whispered to me, commenting on my wife's assets.

Georgie put the dress on. It barely covered her hips, let alone any of her legs.

"You're a bit taller than me," Helen looked at her. Georgie bent forwards and I could see a V of pink lace on her perfect bum.

"Yeah it is a bit short," Georgie laughed, "there's sexy and then there's indecent."

"Don't want to give old Mr. Pullman a heart attack," Helen laughed, "or do we? Okay, okay, silver one it is."

Georgie wrestled the short, tight purple dress off of her and put her bra back on, as Helen removed her top and jeans.

I turned the other way.

"You can look if you want," Helen said, "if Georgie's okay with it I mean, Brad won't mind."

I looked at Georgie who shrugged her agreement.

Helen's boobs were about the same size as Georgie's although her nipples were bigger and darker. The breast also seemed to sit a little heavier at the bottom. I could imagine holding them, practically feel their weight in my hand.

"Helen, do you really not mind Brad having sex with other women at your sex parties?" Georgie suddenly asked. Helen was still topless.

"Let's put it this way, do you mind your husband seeing me topless?" Helen asked.

"Weirdly, not really. It is crazy what being stuck in a train for 36 hours with someone will do," Georgie replied, "but I trust he will always come back to me, so why not let him enjoy a very gorgeous body."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Helen replied, "I know Brad loves me, Brad knows I love him. We are perfectly normal, happy, successful couple most of the time. A couple of nights a year, we get out of our house, find a bunch of people we barely know and let ourselves have some fun."

"How do you go back to normal again afterwards," Georgie asked. Was she actually considering this lifestyle? She seemed genuinely curious.

"You don't really," Helen smiled, "well you do, after a while, but after a party we can't keep our hand off each other for weeks. Turns out there's nothing like getting spitroasted by two strangers while my husband fucks some bimbo in the corner, to keep the marriage alive. Its like resetting our relationship back to those first few dates. I have a theory that it's seeing other women want Brad, makes me more appreciative of him as a hot, handsome piece of man-meat and not just the guy who makes the beds and puts my laundry away."

"Makes sense," Georgie asked, "wait, how do you get your husband to put your laundry away?"

"Letting him have sex with other women probably," Helen laughed, her breasts bouncing slightly as she chuckled.

***

I was so horny, and it wasn't just from the lack of opportunity to have sex or wank. The women on the train were looking gorgeous tonight (apart from maybe Mrs Pullman, she'd put the effort in, but she was at least 40 years too old for me).

Jane looked good for her age. She had to be late 40s but clearly knew how to dress up. The same red floor-length dress from yesterday hung to her very respectable body.

Tara was back in the short white dress she had pulled up round her waist while fucking Phil in the bathroom last night. Good job she kept it out of the way of her boss's cum really!

Jasmine and Grace's mum, Susan had a different dress on. A knee-length green thing which didn't look great, but she seemed more like a cardigans and floral prints kind of woman anyway (which made her swinging past and multiple-fathers-to-her-kids thing even more surprising).

Tiffany and Simon hadn't arrived yet.

Grace was in a dark blue cocktail dress, with what can only be described as "fuck off" heel boots.

Jasmine was the big surprise of the night, I hadn't remembered seeing her last night at all, but tonight she was in a floor length sparkly gown with a cut out one hip exposing her pale skin. The contrast of the black sequins with her orange hair was stunning.

I don't know if everyone was on their second choice of outfits, or I was just hornier but all the dresses seemed shorter and more revealing. The atmosphere was different too. Maybe it was because we knew each other better, or because we knew we were stranded from civilization, but the mood was electric, almost - flirty?

"You do look great in a Tux," Helen ran her fingers down my lapel (well technically her husbands lapel who had re-lent it to me), "with the British accent as well. It would be like getting fucked by James Bond."

My eyebrows shot up, and I made eye contact with my wife who was laughing.

"Does that make me a bond girl?" Georgie asked.

"In that dress, 100%," Helen added.

Brad nodded his agreement. Okay, now there was definitely some flirting going on.

"Come on, let's get a group photo," Georgie said, "of the two couples together. Oh shit, I left my phone on our seats, any chance you can go grab it?"

"Sure," I replied.

I shuffled through the dining cart where our impromptu party was and into the rear seating compartment. I grabbed Georgie's phone from our seats.

I looked to the back of the carriage and Jasmine was standing there, looking through the partially snow covered dome window, with the night sky beyond.

"Not really your scene in there?" I asked, "You okay back here?"

"Oh no, I love a party," the ginger-haired American replied, "it's just... doesn't matter."

She looked genuinely sad.

"I'm here if you want to talk, sometimes its easier to a stranger?" I offered.

"It's just... Grace telling you all about the paternity stuff brought it all back up," she sighed, "kind of puts a bummer on your social life."

"What do you mean? No one else knows," I asked.

"It's not that. We live in a small town, there's only so many men who could be my real father. Which means that any guy I sleep with could secretly be my brother."

"Oh... I didn't think of that," I admitted.

"Neither did I," she said, "until I lost my virginity to my high school boyfriend... I mean he's not my brother... well I don't think so anyway."

"Ahhh. I see now. What about Grace? Isn't it the same for her, you never know, she might be the one..."

Jasmine gave me a look like I was being an idiot for even suggesting Grace was the one who wasn't her Dad's biological child.

"She's at college now, plus she's a lesbian, so it's not quite as bad," Jasmine replied, "when I get to college in the fall, things will be better. I can properly relax and be a normal 18 year old, fucking any guy I want."

"So you're not a lesbian too?" I asked.

"Oh God no," she replied, "very very straight, with a high-sex drive I apparently inherited from my now-boring parents, and no way of scratching that itch at home."

"You're not at home now," I said, realising I had accidentally propositioned her.

"In a frozen tin-can, with my parents," Jasmine rolled her eyes, "thus why you caught me the other night, trying to get signal on my phone to watch porn. Urgh... I'm so embarrassing"

I suddenly realised that is what she had been doing last night when I had seen her.

"You were... I had no clue," I laughed.

"Yep, I got caught mid-finger by James Bond," she chuckled at the irony.

"You're the second person to call me that," I said.

"It's the tux, and the accent. It's too easy," she laughed. Her eyes didn't seem so sad anymore. They had a sparkle to them. A bit of playful cheekiness. Her hand rested on my shoulder, she looked up at me. For a brief moment I wondered if she was planning on...

"There you are," Georgie announced from the other end of the carriage. If she was suspicious as to why a very pretty, American 18 year old was touching her husband she didn't say anything, "we're still waiting for that photo, why don't you join us, Jasmine?"

***

As we got back into dining carriage everyone was laughing.

"What did I miss?" I asked Georgie, who shrugged and looked back clueless.

Helen came over, barely able to contain her laughter.

"Mrs Pullman..." Helen struggled to speak she was bent double, "went to the bathroom."

I was struggling to understand.

"THE bathroom," Helen explained, "with the dodgy lock. Walked straight in on Tiffany blowing Simon's cock. Tits out and everything."

"Oh, okay that is pretty funny. How did she take it?" I asked.

"Not well, grabbed Mr Pullman and dragged him back to their cabin complaining about this train becoming a brothel," Helen replied, "funniest thing was, on the way, Mr Pullman stuck his head round the door, probably hoped to catch Tiffany still at it."

At that moment Simon and Tiffany entered the carriage from the other end. A cheer came from the other guests. Tiffany played up to it and wipes an imaginary glob of cum off her bottom lip and pretended to swallow it.

"Fuck, are we the only couple on this train not getting any?" I muttered to Georgie.

"Speak for yourself, I've rubbed myself off twice just today," she muttered back, "there's been so much sex-talk, I got horny alright?"

"Good girl," Helen butted in, apparently we weren't being as quiet as we thought.

"He's got a point though," Helen said loudly, "put your hands up if you've fucked on this train. Come on, we're all adults here."

Helen and Brad stuck their hands up, along with Simon and Tiffany as well as Phil, Tara and Jane.

"Wait, Jane, I thought you and Phil weren't..." Georgie started to ask.

"Who said anything about it being with Phil," Jane smirked, nodding behind us to the bar where Spencer, the barman had his hand in the air. He must have been half her age but he looked pretty smug. The cougar!

So it really was just me and Georgie, Dave and Susan and their daughters who hadn't had sex.

"I mean, if we hadn't been sharing with our daughters, we probably would have too," Susan said in her mild manner, "all those memories of the old days."

Dave shot her a look like she had shared too much publicly. Seems like he was the most conservative member of that family.

"Ewwww Mom," Grace groaned, "well I'm sharing a cabin with my parents, and I'm the only lesbian on this train, so I'm definitely not getting any."

"Who says you're the only lesbian," Annie. chimed in, while refreshing the cheese plate, "or do crew not count."

"Oh, crew definitely count," Jane replied winking at Spencer.

Grace immediately made a move over to the buffet table to start chatting with Annie. Good on them.

***

"You guys are so lucky having a cabin," Georgie said to Helen, "least you've got somewhere to scratch that itch."

"I mean the beds are tiny," Helen replied, "I think they designed them for actually sleeping in. But we made do, didn't we, Hun."

"I think we did great considering," Brad chuckled, "took at bit of practice mind."

"God, you guys are not helping," Georgie said.

"I mean you guys are always welcome to share with us," Helen asked, all four of us seemed to be looking at each other, wondering if that line was going to be crossed, "like the cabin of course, I mean, unless..."

Georgie and I looked at each other. Neither of us said anything out loud.

"Or just go back to your seats, no one is back there right now, they're all here," Helen said. Was she backing out of that offer or had I completely misread that situation?

"We can't just fuck in the open train," Georgie said, but her voice went up slightly at the end of the sentence like it was partly question.

I shrugged.

"I mean I could sure do with some time alone with you," I said, "little mid-party break."

"Go for it, you fuckers," Helen said and pushed us hand-in-hand towards the door to our carriage.

Georgie grabbed my face the moment we were in the hallway bit at the end of the dining car, practically pushing me up against the wall. She kissed me like she needed sex more than air at that point.

I ran my hand up her leg and slapped her bum. If anyone had been walking past they would have seen her bum and knickers as my hand pulled up the loose material. I peeled the crotch of her panties off her damp skin and felt the wetness of her slit.

Her eyes glistened and her breathing changing as my finger sent tingles into her clit. God I wanted to fuck her so bad, and I could feel what a state she was in too.

We burst through the interconnecting tunnel between the carriages and into the seating area.

The noises of loud, horny sex greeted us. Phil hadn't even made it beyond the second row before he had stopped to fuck his bit on the side. Shit, apparently we weren't the first to think of this idea.

Georgie couldn't stop watching. Phil was pounding away and she was begging him for me. Georgie was transfixed, I forgot she hadn't seen Phil and Tara fucking yet this trip, while I had. Except it wasn't Tara.

For the first time I actually looked at who it was. Either Tara had got a very obvious boob job and dyed her hair beach blonde while on the train, or the woman Phil was ploughing into was Tiffany.

Shit. Did Simon know? Was Tiffany cheating or were they swapping? It was literally impossible to tell on this train.

Phil pulled out at the last second and sprayed his cum all over Tiffany's stomach and some made it as far as her very fake tits.

"Sorry guys, I'm all done here though," Phil said before looking at Georgie, "unless you fancy a go too."

Without skipping a beat, my wife completely ignored his comment and turned to me.

"You were right, money can't buy you a big dick, or even an average one apparently," she said.

Phil huffed and put his trousers on before leaving and going back into the carriage.

"You won't tell Si, will you?" Tiffany asked, trying to cover both her boobs and her gaping pussy with her hands, "also can you pass me my dress?"

I looked around and behind me on the floor was her discarded clothing, including a ripped thong. I handed the dress to her before Georgie and I made our silent return to the party. Still very horny.

***

When we entered the party carriage it was clear that we didn't need to keep Tiffany's secret. Phil had clearly just said something to Simon who had punched Phil straight in the face.

Brad had jumped in between the two of them and was restraining Phil from doing anything, while Helen and Susan were trying to calm Simon down.

Phil looked pissed off and was nursing his swollen lip, but although he might have fancied his chances against the slightly nerdy Simon, Brad was 15 years younger and clearly spent a lot more time at the gym than Phil did.

It all settled down rather quickly and Phil disappeared (was sent) to his cabin.

"Crazy idea," Helen said, after things were starting to get back to normal, "why don't you and Tara sleep together to make it even."

"I'm not sure that's how it works," I said.

"Also, Tara is not Phil's. Tiffany and Simon were in a relationship, the equivalent is Jane," Georgie said, looking over at the bar where Jame was now cozying up to Spencer, "and she looks a little busy."

"Yeah, sorry Simon, you're cute and all, but I can't piss off Phil. He's my boss even if he is a dickhead," Tara said.

Simon blushed slightly at being called cute.

"Tara don't you have a degree in like computers or something, why are you a secretary for an arsehole who only keeps you around because you're hot. You can do better," Helen said.

"I'd give you a job," Simon said suddenly, "not to sleep with me, but if you want to get away from that awful man. I've got a software firm, so you'd actually be putting your degree to good use."

"In which case..." Tara said, before straddling Simon's lap and kissing him.

"I said you didn't have to sleep with me to get the job, and aren't I like your boss now," Simon said.

"Not until after Christmas," Tara smiled and slid her dress off her shoulder, exposing a breast before lifting Simon's hand to it.

I don't know if she had forgotten about the crowd, or just didn't care.

Simon moaned as he kissed Tara deeply and squeezed her boob.

"Sorry they're not enormous like Tiffany's but least I'm not cheating on you," Tara smiled.

"These are perfect," Simon said and removed his hand so his mouth could take it's place.

The room just stopped and stared. We had all gathered round to comfort Simon, but now Tara seemed to be doing the comforting all by herself and noone was moving.

"Come on girls, we're going back to the room," Dave said.

"I want to stay and talk to Annie," Grace complained.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving," Jasmine agreed, her eyes wide as she watched Tara and Simon make out in front of everyone. Simon's hand had now disappeared up Tara's dress so it seemed pretty likely this was only going one way.

"Girls," Dave tried a stern voice, "this is a family trip. We didn't come here to watch a sex show. Our room. Now."

Neither girl moved a muscle. Suddenly, Jane appeared at their side, Spencer being dragged along with her.

"Let the girls have a little fun," Jane said to Dave, "you know, if you wanted someone to come back to your room, I think Spence and I would be a lot more willing."

Dave visibly gulped. Susan eyed up the young, muscled barman and suddenly she was on board with that plan too.

"I think these are extremely unusual circumstances, and Jane's right," Susan said meekly, "maybe it's time we let the girls make their own choices as adults and we go and get better acquainted with Jane and Spencer."

She gave her husband a slightly pleading look. He relented and led Jane back towards their cabin, with Susan just behind them and Spencer behind, giving Susan a playful slap on her bum as she walked.

"Well that's going to scar me for life," Grace said, now with her arm around Annie, "but at least now they're otherwise occupied I get to do whatever I want... which is you by the way, Annie, in case you hadn't worked it out."

"Come on, this way, staff quarters are right at the front of the train," Annie said, not wasting a minute.

It was just Helen, Brad, Jasmine, Georgie and I left watching Simon and Tara, who was now completely naked apart from her dress bunched up round her stomach. Simon's cock was buried deep inside her as she rocked back and forwards on his lap. Tiffany sat in the corner, face like thunder, watching her ex (meal ticket) getting ridden by the natural beauty Tara.

Tara was slim, small chested and small hipped. I tell you what, under different circumstances I wouldn't have minded being in Simon's place. Those circumstances mainly being I was stood next to me wife, and Tara's pussy having been soaked in Phil's cum just 24 hours before. Should I tell Simon about that or...? It was too late and I didn't want to ruin the moment for them.

"So..." Helen said, "we are headed back to our cabin. You two are more than welcome to join us and see where the evening takes us, but there is absolutely no pressure."

"Do you want to?" Georgie asked. I could see the excitement in her eyes.

"I don't know, do you want to?" I replied.

We stood there with our eyes locked in silent couple-conversation for a few moments.

"Yes," Georgie finally squeaked, "I think I kind if do, and I never thought we would be that kind of couple."

"Looks like we're in," I smiled. Without hesitation, Helen grabbed me by the hand and practically ran back to her cabin with me. As we got inside, I looked back and there was Brad with his arm around round my wife's waist.

I was expecting to feel jealousy but instead it was just excitement mixed with nerves.

"Let's start slow, we don't want to scare them off Hun," Brad said, "it's their first time."

I turned around and Helen was already lifting her dress off over her head. Without any bra on underneath, she was now stood in the narrow aisle between the two bunks wearing nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of heels.

"Nothing he hasn't seen before," Helen smiled at her confused husband, "don't worry, I'll explain later."

Helen pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt, with my jacket still on. She ran her hands down my chest after undoing the last button and then began kissing down my chest.

"Not bad," Helen smiled at Georgie, who was having her neck kissed by Brad, "my first British guy and he's wearing a tux."

Brad removed his jacket and shirt before putting his hands on the zip at the back of Georgie's dress. She gazed over at me, waiting for my approval which I nodded and Brad undid the zip.

Georgie stood next to Helen, wearing her best red bra and knickers. With Helen still in heels and Georgie barefoot they were basically the same height.

Brad sat down next to me and our wives started kissing us.

"Is it weird that I'm just as excited to see you with Helen than I am to fool around with Brad," Georgie whispered between long passionate kisses, "she's fucking hot and we've both been eyeing her up since we met."

I slid my hands up Georgie's back and undid her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts.

"Gorgeous," Brad commented. I looked over to see Brad watching my wife's body as Helen's mouth engulfed his cock. She was on her knees in front of him and doing a good job working his shaft. It was a pretty glorious sight.

I began to finger Georgie down the front of her knickers. I had never felt her so turned on. Her inner lips and clit felt so slick and swollen it was no wonder she was biting my shoulder within minutes.

"Come on babe, let's show them how it's done," Brad said and led Helen over to the other bunk, removing his trousers and boxers as he did. Helen slipped off her thong, revealing a perfectly hairless pussy and a round arse. She flicked her damp thong right at me, before mounting her husband's cock.

Georgie followed their lead and slid her own knickers off and helped me out of my trousers. She then straddled my crotch and slid my cock inside of her.

I was so fucking horny that, if it hadn't been for how wet she was, I reckon I would have cum within minutes.

Helen and Brad were the perfect mirror of us, but the gap between the bunks was so small that our bodies were all touching. I stretched out a hand and stroked Helen's side of her body as she rode Brad and Georgie slowly teased my cock in and out of her dripping hole.

Georgie was already moaning even with this slow stimulation and she asked if I could hold it if she came. I wasn't 100% sure, but I didn't let her know that. My wife's body began to shake and her gasps and groans filled the room.

"Damn girl, I want to get me some of what you're having," Helen cheered.

"Just a bit longer, he feels so good," Georgie panted on her comedown. I spun us round and laid Georgie on her back on the bed and then stood next to it began to drive my shaft deeper into her dripping pussy. I genuinely couldn't tell if she was just incredibly horny or had maybe squirted a little bit on that cum, as each thrust gave a satisfying slap.

Helen and Brad obviously liked the look of what we were doing and swapped positions to match us. The two beautiful women were laid at slight angles on the bed while we fucked them from a crouched position in the narrow aisle.

Helen leant out a hand across the aisle and began to caress my wife's breasts.

"Georgie's stunning mate," Brad commented while watching the same show I was.

"Helen too," I agreed, "think it's safe to say we're... pretty... fucking... lucky."

Georgie looked up at the men fucking their wives.

"Shall we swap? I mean if everyone agrees," she asked gingerly.

Brad and I nodded.

"Fuck yeah, I thought you'd never ask," Helen panted as she slid Brad's cock out her pussy.

Brad and I awkwardly shuffled around each other in the cramped cabin and I bent down in front of Helen.

"Hello big boy," she said staring down at my cock lined up with her bare pussy, "I do hope you brought your license to fill me up."

"Not one of your best ones, Hun," Brad said, already 6 inches deep in my wife.

Not wanting to miss out I guided my cock head between Helen's slit. Her pussy lips were a little longer and darker at the edges than Georgie's. It had been years since I'd entered a new pussy for the first time. I'd kind of forgotten they all feel subtly different. All fucking amazing, but different.

"Holy shit," Helen gasped as I finally slid in all the way to the hilt, "do all British guys have massively long cocks?"

"No... I'm... just.... lucky... I... found... the... one..." Georgie replied being rocked by Brad's thrusts, "and... just look... at your... husbands.... muscles."

Georgie grabbed hold of Brad's biceps as he pounded her. I could live with him having the bigger muscles if I had the bigger cock.

I looked down at Helen, her normally perfectly-styled blonde hair a mess from being rubbed against the train bunk. Her big brown areolas pointing up at me as her weighty breasts bounced up and down her torso with every thrust of my cock into her tight pussy.

I grabbed at one of her breasts. Not quite as firm as Georgie's but seriously pleasant nonetheless.

"Please can I cum on Britain's Best Cock?" Helen panted, sounding like she didn't really have much choice.

"Be my guest," Georgie replied.

"Just don't you finish inside her," Brad said, and I nodded. Until this point, I realised no one had even mentioned condoms.

Helen grabbed my shoulders with her nails and dragged my head down to meet her face. She kissed me aggressively and passionately until her first wave of orgasm hit and her mouth opened wide and her hands thrashed around. Grabbing at her own breasts, and at Georgie's.

"Yes babe, cum on the big fucking cock," Brad encouraged her like a sports fan, "show them what a good little slut you can be."

Brad may have been a little brash but the encouragement only seemed to heighten Helen's pleasure.

Her pussy clamped around my cock shaft and I knew I couldn't hold it back any more. I clamped every muscle in my body as I tried to give the beautiful blonde the chance to fully enjoy her orgasm on my cock.

I watched as she tipped over the very peak of what looked like an amazingly satisfying orgasm and then I felt the cum reach the base of my cock.

I pulled the tip clear just as the white cum erupted from the tip. My head went back and my eyes closed as I let two days of tension flow out the tip of my shaft.

Eventually I regained my composure and opened my eyes. Helen's stomach and chest were splattered with my jizz. I looked over at Georgie who was now lying on her side, legs closed, watching Brad jerk his cock a final few times to add his own juices to Helen's chest and face.

"That was so fucking hot," Georgie panted, "shit, I think we might secretly be swingers."

"You guys are something else," Helen agreed, sitting up, her pussy looking swollen and her body covered in 2 guys' cum.

I checked in with Georgie. We kissed and hugged.

"How are you still hard?" Helen asked.

"I've not cum in days, and I was a bit pent up," I said, ruffling the back if my hair.

"If you're up for it, I reckon I know someone who would appreciate a good fuck," Georgie said.

I shuffled over to her and out my hand down between her legs. She kissed me and shook her head.

"Not me, well, yes, but someone else too," Georgie smiled, "why don't you go find Jasmine, she clearly has a crush on you."

"Wait what?" I asked, "we just partner swapped and now you're telling me to go and fuck another woman. What's gotten into you?"

"Its Christmas, I'm feeling generous, and the only time I've seen that girl smile this whole trip was when you two almost kissed when you were getting my phone," Georgie smiled.

"What? We didn't almost..." I protested.

"I literally just watched you plaster my new bestie with your cum and I fucked her hunk of a husband, I'm not mad about an almost kiss," Georgie said.

"Go on, go give it to her," Helen chimed in, still naked and covered in cum, "let her go home and tell all her friends about how the sexy older British man railed her senseless on Christmas Eve. We were all 18 once."

I nodded.

"What about you Georgie?" I asked.

"Oh, don't worry about your wife," Helen beamed, "Brad may be soft but he has an awesomely talented tongue he can put to good use to finish her off."

"And then..." Georgie asked sheepishly, "I was hoping Helen and Brad might let me sleep in one of these beds?"

How was she more awkward asking to sleep in a bed than she was asking for Brad to fuck her.

"Yes, I'll even be big spoon if you want," Helen beamed, "once I get some of this cum off me, I forgot there were no showers on board. Oooh... do you reckon Simon might want to cum on my tits first?"

"Go ask him and Tara, they should be done by now in the dining car," Brad laughed.

I pulled my (borrowed) trousers back on and grabbed the shirt.

"Don't forget the jacket, she deserves the full James Bond experience," Georgie said.

I grabbed the jacket and headed out the room, looking back as I closed the door to muscley hunk Brad settling down between my wife's legs as she laid back on the bed. I genuinely wasn't sure whether he'd make her cum first or she'd fall asleep. She looked shattered.

***

I found Jasmine at the very back of the train again, looking out at the night sky through the snow-frosted window, just like before.

I had passed Tara jerking Simon off onto Helen's tits in the dining cart on the way past, but other than that, the train was empty. Everyone was in a cabin, even Tiffany had disappeared, I assume back to Phil's cabin.

"Hey," I said, as I approached Jasmine.

"What are you doing back here?" she asked.

"Looking for you," I admitted.

"You found me," she smiled awkwardly, "all on my own, back here."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my sister is hooking up with the guard. I don't even want to think about what my parents are doing with Jane and the barman. You and your perfect wife are shacking up with beautiful Helen and Mr Muscle."

"Helen's actually in the dining car getting a cumshot from Simon while Tara helps," I said.

"Exactly," Jasmine said, "everyone is getting laid apart from me. I bet even Tiffany and Phil are shacking up. Am I that hideous?"

"Quite the opposite," I said, brushing her bright orange hair out of her face, "I've actually come to seduce you."

She looked at me, trying to work out if I was being serious.

"Don't joke," she laughed, punching my shoulder.

"I'm not. I wanted to screw you the moment I laid eyes on you, I just didn't know my wife was going to let me. And then, you crack out this black dress tonight and, I mean... wow" I said, "plus I mean, I was born in London, so I am definitely not your half-brother."

She laughed.

"Are you serious?" she said, "you're just casually walking up to me and telling me you want to have sex with me, and your wife's okay with it."

"She sent me out to find you," I said, "even told me to wear the jacket."

"I mean, she was right about the jacket," Jasmine said, biting her lip.

"Obviously its up to you," I said, taking a half-step closer, "I'm aware I'm a bit older than you probably normally go for, and I'm married, and we just met."

"No, I do," Jasmine said, "I just... this isn't like a prank or a sympathy fuck or anything is it?"

"No," I laughed "this is like a we're-stranded-together-on-a-train-and-I-was-going-to-just-wank-thinking-about-you-but-my-wife-has-given-me-a-hall-pass-and-your-parents-never-need-to-find-out kind of thing."

"Oooooh, one of those," she smiled, stepping forward until our bodies were touching, "they happen to me all the time."

"I bet they do, with you looking like that," I said and kissed her tenderly on her soft pink lips. She kissed back with a bit more passion than I was expecting. She wrapped her arms around the back of my head and I ran my hands up the outside of her dress over the mounds of her breasts. They were smaller than my wife's for sure, but probably bigger than Tara's.

Then I ran my hands up her spine and pulled her whole body up against mine.

She raised one leg, propping it up on the seat behind me. I ran my hand from her raised knee to her bum. It was tight and firm. I reached for her knickers and tugged them off one foot then the other.

I knelt down, eye level with her gorgeous pussy. Her pale skin and pink lips had a light covering of orange hair, slightly darker than on her head.

"Sorry, I didn't shave as I didn't think I was getting laid on my family holiday," she panted.

"Doesn't bother me," I replied as I buried my tongue into her soft slit. She may not have been a virgin but she seemed so young and innocent, especially compared to the voracious Helen who I had just fucked. Her juices were sweet.

"Oh my fucking God," I heard her cry. If anyone had been in the carriage they would have had quite the view. My head between her legs, her propped up on the back of the train window with one leg up on a chair.

My saliva and her juices mixed together and coated my stubble. God, I loved that little pink pussy. She moaned and panted with every flick of my tongue over her horny clit.

"Fuck me..." she begged, "please, just fuck me."

I stood up and turned her around so she was looking out the back window. With one hand, I undid my buckle and trousers, while with the other, I pulled her dress up.

Her pale, freckled bum reflected the moonlight in sharp contrast to the black of her dress. I guided my cock head to the right place, at the start of her opening and then waited for her to object.

"Please," she begged once again and I thrust what was once described as the best cock in Britain into her almost virginal snatch.

She inhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought I had hurt her. I went to pull out but she reached behind my bum and pulled me into her hole.

"Fuck me," she cried, "that's a hell of a feeling. Finally I'm getting fucked by a real man."

"They're not all that big," I said, "or so I'm told."

"Size isn't everything," she laughed, "now show me what you can do with it."

I began to thrust into her from behind. Her long slim legs were splayed apart and I slid up into her. Her hands left prints in the condensation on the window. What a sight anyone walking past would have got, me fucking the 18 year old beauty from behind with nothing but hundreds of miles of Canadian snow and a billion stars ahead of us.

"Oh that feels good," she moaned.

I pulled out and she looked disappointed until I unzipped her dress and removed her bra too. Her nipples were hard in the cold air and candy pink against her sheet white skin broken only by a few freckles and birth marks. Fuck she was hot but in a totally different way than Georgie and Helen.

She pulled my jacket off too and then my shirt. When we were both nude, she pulled me back against the window, her back against the cold glass made her shudder. She raised her leg back onto the seat and I slid my cock in her once again.

She gasped.

"Sorry, it feels even bigger from the front," she panted into my ear.

I took my thrusts slowly to begin with. letting her get used to the feel of my cock penetrating her.

For a moment I wondered what Georgie was up to, then put it out my mind. This was probably my only chance to fuck a beautiful 18 year old.

Jasmine moaned. Her body pushed back against the glass.

My fingers were wrapped under her pert little bum and I pushed her pussy further round the bottom of my shaft.

"I've never cum on a cock before, I don't know if I can," she whispered in my ear, "but if you want to finish inside...."

Whatever she was going to say was lost in a flurry of moans and sharp breaths as her body answered her question for her. I felt her pussy spasm and massage the cum out of my own cock.

Unlike the slow build of my first cum this one was short and sharp but came like a freight train. I felt my hips shove the quivering young beauty into the glass as I groaned my approval for her beautiful young body into her shoulder and I poured my seed into her little hole.

It took us a moment to recover, then I slowly helped her down from her perch on the window and get her legs back under her. She tentatively stepped with her crotch apparently still recovering from being penetrated and thrust against.

Clothes were forgotten and we grabbed a blanket and sat for a while, naked in each others' arms, looking up at the sky.

"I'm glad you're not my half-brother," she finally said, "because there is a lot of your sperm coming out of me."

"I'm so sorry," I replied, "I didn't even ask about protection. You are..."

"I'm on the pill, don't worry," she replied, "I know better than most the importance of birth control when fucking someone else's husband."

***

I woke early. Jasmine and I were still naked and cuddled up under a blanket in the cold rear cabin. I felt bad leaving her naked, alone and full of my cum, but I wanted to check in with my wife, so I made my way back to Helen and Brad's cabin. I did make sure Jasmine was wrapped up in the blanket though.

My gorgeous wife lay curled up asleep on one of the bunks in some very warm-looking pyjamas she had borrowed from Helen. Helen was spooning her from behind, completely naked, and balanced precariously on the edge of the small bunk.

On the other side of the aisle, Brad lay in his boxers and a t-shirt with one hand going across the gap between the beds and to his wife's bare hip. It was oddly cute and romantic to see them having that connection. I flapped down the stored upper bunks above Brad as quietly as I could and climbed up.

Annie came round and woke us all up a little while later. The train was already chugging along over the rails and she had woken us up with an hour until we arrived. Just long enough to get some breakfast and find some clothes before returning to civilization.

Georgie clung to me for most of the hour. She was in such a good mood and like a kid on Christmas (although it was Christmas morning by that point, so I guess she was just "like a kid....").

"I can't wait to get you alone again, once we get to my parents' house," she whispered in my ear between sips of mocha, " Helen was right, I'm so fucking horny for you right now, and I want to hear every detail about you and Jasmine too."

I mean I've never been so keen to have sex at my in-laws' house, but Georgie was right, we needed to reconnect, and I was still horny as fuck.

When the train pulled into the station we all kissed and hugged goodbye. Helen was handing out 30-second long French kisses with nearly everyone, but even the rest of us were very familiar by this point, considering 48 hours previously we had all been strangers. Jasmine kissed me goodbye and I checked she was still happy with the night before. Georgie and her were then whispering something that made Jasmine giggle and then they kissed too. I think I enjoyed that sight a lot more than Jasmine's parents did. Oh well, we would never see Dave and Susan again, that was the whole point of the fun we had all had on the train.

Georgie's parents drove us to their home, and Georgie wanted first shower, leaving me to make awkward small talk with her parents about how "awful" the travel up had been. I mean I could hardly tell them the truth!

"I bet you're hoping for a less eventful journey home again next week," my father-in-law said.

"Well, it was certainly a memorable trip," I laughed.

The door bell rang.

"I'll get it," Georgie's mum called out, just as Georgie reappeared in a fluffy robe. Her mum disappeared out into the hall, heading towards the front door.

"Good shower sweetie? I hope you don't mind but we've invited some old friends up to stay for the holidays too," Georgie's Dad explained, "although, I think they had almost as bad a trip up as you guys did. Dave, Susan and the girls were supposed to arrive yesterday."