A neglected wife strikes up a conversation with a handsome young man in the dining car. Then it becomes an illicit night she will never forget.
It was meant to be a romantic trip to Scotland. Okay, it was mainly a business trip for my husband, Michael, but I hoped he would spend some time with his wife.
I got out of the ensuite shower and put on a blue satin negligee. Michael was already in his pajamas, in our sleeper cabin bed, going over notes.
Not the most romantic look, but I’d take what I could get.
“What in the blazes are you wearing, woman?” he said, looking up from his notes.
I ran a hand down my chest, giving my breast a squeeze for emphasis. My nipples poked against the satin fabric. To be honest, I felt rather silly. I was in my early fifties, and it had been a while since I felt sexy. It had been too long since we’ve been intimate, and I hoped I still had it in me to seduce my husband.
“It’s a nine-hour journey. I was thinking maybe we could have some fun to pass the time.”
“Its late. If you’ve got time for that nonsense, go to sleep. I need my head clear for tomorrow’s meeting.”
I sighed inwardly. I grabbed my purse and threw on my overcoat, making for the cabin door.
“Where are you going?”
“For some fresh air. Rest up, Michael. You’ll need it.”
I made my way to the club car. I should’ve put on something more appropriate, but I was too pissed off to give a damn. Besides, it was past midnight. Most of the passengers would be in their cabins.
To my surprise, the club car still had a bar running. There were a few passengers having late night meals and one or two singletons keeping to themselves.
A few tables down from the bar, I spotted a handsome young man. I distinctly remembered him smiling at me as we boarded; he was in the cabin next to ours.
I sat at the bar and ordered two fingers of Jack Daniels. I needed something hard to douse the feeling inside me.
I couldn’t blame Michael. Not for everything. He was a devoted husband and father, making sure we had everything we needed. For a while, I felt ashamed to want intimacy. Soon, our two sons would be off to university and it would just be me alone at home with my silly thoughts.
“Would you like to join me?”
I looked up from my glass and saw it was the handsome young man from earlier. Up close, when he smiled, dimples appeared on his cheeks.
“You looked like you had something on your mind. I promise I don’t bite.”
It had been a while since I had good company, and he looked friendly enough. Maybe just one drink and a quick chat would help me alleviate my mood.
“Sure,” I said, smiling.
We sat at his booth, and I couldn’t help but notice his body strained against his polo shirt. Either he was wearing a few sizes too small, or he worked out. A lot.
“I’m Henry.”
“Gloria,” I said, reaching over the table to shake his hand. He had a strong, confident grip, and I tried to ignore the electricity as we touched. “So what do you do, Henry?”
“Going home and relenting to my father’s wishes and joining the family business. I graduated from university last year and only just finished seeing the world.”
“Wow, I wish I could have done something like that.”
“Why don’t you then?”
“That’s silly. I’m too old.”
“Not trying to be funny, Gloria, but you look amazing. Age is just a number. You can do whatever you want to. You’ve just got to reach out and take it.”
“Feels strange being lectured by a…”
“Kid?” he said, smirking.
“I was going to say someone half my age.”
“I more than make up for it with my worldly experiences.”
“Tell me more.”
Henry kept our drinks topped up, and I listened avidly as he told me about his adventures in Europe, India, and the Far East. He had done more in ten months than I had in twenty years. It was nice to forget about my situation for a couple of hours but it brought a sadness along with it. He enquired about my life too, which I felt rather lacking in comparison to his. But he was a complete gentleman the whole time; he made me feel that I did accomplish something by working hard to raise my children into adults.
When he reached over to squeeze my hand, I didn’t feel the need to pull away. Instead, I relished the strength of his grip, the warmth of his touch.
“Gloria, you clearly want more for yourself. You’re a great mother, but that’s not all you have to offer.”
I stared into his irritatingly handsome deep blue eyes. Maybe it was my frustration or the whiskey that did the talking, but I let the words out. “Then what would you have me do? I’m going to pasture and my kids are grown up, and I’ve done fuck all for myself.”
I should’ve held my tongue.
“Sorry,” I said. “I drank too much and now I have spoiled your evening. Have a nice night.”
I made a move to leave, but his hand held me in place.
“Please, stay.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than to drink with an old woman? I bet there are plenty of girls who’d enjoy your company.”
I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, a pretty little thing was looking our way. Well, looking at Henry, to be exact. “See?”
“I’m not interested in sharing my evening with anyone else. You’re the one I’m interested in, Gloria.”
My heart skipped a beat. Surely he didn’t mean what I thought he meant. I must’ve been more drunk that I thought.
“Stay. At least until you finish your drink. I won’t bother you anymore then.”
I sighed and sat back down. I didn’t know why I was so worked up.
“I’m sorry. I guess I’m jealous of you. Of your youth, your freedom to be reckless and spontaneous. My time has passed. I have a family and commitments.”
He smiled. Not in a way to say he was mocking me. “Gloria, I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in that. It sounds like because you have things going on, you think you no longer can be the person you want to be. Granted, it might be harder, but never give up on yourself.”
“A lot of heavy words for a young man.”
“I’ve done a lot of travelling. Met lots of different people, with different perspectives.”
“…you’re not necessarily wrong.”
I nursed my drink, letting his words tumble about in my head. Sure, I had been a devoted wife. I believe I did my best for my children. Did I really not deserve to make time for myself?
Henry’s hand clasped over mine on the table. His eyes were intense. “What do you want right now, Gloria? Don’t think about it. Feel it.”
The sharp set of his jaw…
The reserved strength in his body…
A silly fantasy from a frustrated old woman.
“Nothing. I don’t want anything right now.”
We finished our drinks, and Henry insisted on escorting me back to my cabin. He was seated next door, so I couldn’t very well say no. A part of me didn’t want to leave so quickly, anyway. Nothing was going to happen, but it didn’t hurt to indulge in a childish distraction. At least, before reality sank in and I had to deal with my husband and his sulky moods.
I stood outside my cabin, hand over the door handle.
“Thank you for the drink. I enjoyed the company.”
He beamed at me, his smile warm and infectious. “I had a good time, too. You take care of yourself, Gloria.”
I gripped the metal under my hand. “Fuck this,” I muttered.
I turned and pushed Henry hard against the carriage with a loud thud. And then I kissed him.
His eyes widened, and our lips pressed against each other. Then it was like a dam broke, and he pressed his tongue into my mouth, tasting and exploring me.
I pushed back with equal fervor, eager to taste the hint of whiskey lingering on his tongue.
“I don’t want to think. I just want to do it,” I murmured, pressing my forehead against his. “Just for tonight, make me feel like a woman. Even if I’m old and deluded.”
He smiled. “Yes, ma’am. And I’m going to fucking worship you. Make you realise what effect you have on a younger man like me.”
We shared another deep, passionate kiss, and he felt for his cabin door behind him. We almost tumbled in.
He kicked the door closed and unfurled my overcoat, gasping at the negligee I wore underneath.
He smirked. “I was wondering why you kept your coat on all evening.”
“I-I wanted to treat my husband tonight. But he was more engrossed in his business notes. Probably still looking at them right now. Next door.”
Henry’s eyes drank in my body. I swear, my nipples hardened under his wolf-like gaze. “He’s a fucking idiot if he could ignore such a gorgeous woman like you. Are you sure he’s not gay?”
I laughed. “No, just not interested in me.”
He pulled my coat aside, making it drop to the floor. Then his hands danced up from my hips, up along my sides, until he cupped my breasts, making me shiver.
“I’m going to show you just how interested I am,” he growled into my ear. He claimed my mouth while caressing my breasts. I embraced him, moaning into his mouth every time he tugged my rock hard nipples. My hand reached out and cupped his crotch, feeling how thick and hard he was for me.
“Fuck, I can’t wait,” he groaned.
He lifted up my negligee, exposing my breasts.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he groaned.
I felt my cheeks redden. “T-thank you.” His eyes drank in my breasts, looking at them with unbridled lust, making my legs grind together. He kneaded them, squeezing them into pointed mounds in his hands.
Then he closed his mouth over a nipple.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, cradling his head.
His tongue lashed greedily at my sensitive nub. I begged and whimpered helplessly as pleasure pulsed from the tip and through my body.
His hands caressed me lovingly everywhere he could touch me. My hips, my tummy and my buttocks.
“Henry,” I whispered. “You’re making me feel so good. It’s unbecoming of a woman my age.”
“Fuck your age,” he growled. “All that matters is that you’re feeling good.”
“Y-yes…”
“Now, turn around and bend over.”
“Right now?” I asked. The abruptness of his demand took me by surprise. Was he going to just bend me over and take me like a common trollop? I guess… I guess that’s what I came here for, but I assumed he would’ve been more tender about it. Maybe I misjudged the boy.
I couldn’t deny the thrum of excitement that coursed through me as I turned around, though. Another man. Someone who wasn’t my husband. He was less than half my age. And here I was, turning around, hands against the wall, bracing myself for him to take me.
I was letting him do it.
That made my core tremble with illicit excitement.
I sighed and licked my lips, mentally preparing myself for it. My body wanted him inside me so badly. I’d worry about feeling cheap afterwards.
“You ready for this?” he grunted.
“Y-yes…” I breathed.
I closed my eyes, hoping he won’t be too quick to just push it into me. I was aching and wet, but I worried it might still hurt.
A moan escaped my throat as I felt his big, strong hands cup my ass. He made a noise, something akin to satisfaction, as I felt his eyes on my ass.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said. My lips trembled as his breath danced on my panties.
Then his fingers curled into the sides of them, and he eased them down.
“Smell so fucking good… And so wet, too. Beautiful.”
My ass wiggled a little when I heard his words. I never been complimented like this before, despite how vulgar they were. He made me feel desirable.
“A-are you going to put it in now?”
“Oh, yeah. Get ready for it, sweetness.”
I swallowed, waiting for his cock to enter me.
But instead, I felt his hands grip tightly on my hips. He pulled me back a bit, a step. Then I felt something hot and wet snake into my rear.
“Oh my God!” I cried out. It was like an electrical tingle sparking around my asshole. “Henry! No, that’s dirty!”
I tried to move, but he held me tight. My legs turned into jelly, so I had to brace my arms against the cabin walls. Pure shock and taboo pleasure coursed through me in equal measures as my young lover mercilessly slid his tongue into my asshole.
“It’s dirty…” I cried out, stifled with shame and pleasure.
“No, it’s not,” he grunted. “It’s amazing.”
His tongue delved back into my ass again, and I clenched, trying to keep it out. I heard him chuckle and felt his jaw move. Then he pushed spit into my puckered hole with his tongue. God, I was helpless to stop him.
The interesting part was, it didn’t hurt at all. It felt exquisite. My pussy throbbed, not knowing such carnal pleasure existed, and I was letting this young man make me experience it for the first time in my fifty-odd years.
“Let it go, Gloria. Let it all go. Just focus on the pleasure. Don’t worry about shame or any of that bullshit. Just be honest with yourself and enjoy it.”
“Oh, Henry,” I gasped. “But it’s so wrong.”
“It is, but who cares? It’s just me and you here.”
His hand snaked around to my front and his fingers found my pubic bush. He groaned as he ran his fingertips through my hairs, sending vibrations into my ass.
He was right. He was treating my body like it was the best thing ever. He was worshipping me.
Slowly, I pushed my ass back a bit more, forcing his tongue deeper into my tiny hole. “Don’t stop,” I said. “Tease me more.”
He grunted in reply. I bit my lip as his fingers grazed over my clit, making my body shudder. He snaked lower until he found the entrance of my pussy. He rubbed his hand against me, getting his fingers all soaked with my juices.
I moaned, grabbed his hand, and guided it to my entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed. His fingers eased into me with little resistance. I spread my legs a little, giving him easier access, letting him explore my sex.
God, I felt like such a slut. I had a stranger’s tongue up my ass, and he was touching my most sacred place. And my husband was next door. What a thrill.
The cabin was filled with the sounds of my moans and his grunts. I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as me. My hands wandered. I needed it. I needed to cum…
One hand grabbed my breast, teasing and tugging my nipple. I had never felt this way before. When I indulged in masturbation, it was always to quickly satiate those feelings. Now, I wanted to feel it. Feel how good it would be to let go and climax…
My other hand drifted down, and I rubbed my clit. It was tight and hard, and desperately needed some attention.
“That’s it, Gloria. Touch your clit. Make yourself cum for me. Cum with my tongue in your ass.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I’m going to do it. You’re going to make me cum, you naughty boy.”
I backed into his face even more. “Don’t fucking stop until I cum.”
The tone shocked even myself.
My finger was a blur, teasing my clit incessantly. I loved the way his fingers were exploring my cunt and his tongue was setting off all those virgin nerve endings in my ass. That delicious, primal heat welled up inside me.
“I’m going to cum!” I cried out.
His grip tightened around me, propping me up. I let out a strange animal noise as my orgasm hit me in waves. I shuddered and writhed, at the mercy of the most intense orgasm I ever felt. Henry’s tongue and fingers did not stop stimulating me as I pressed against the wall for dear life until I sobbed for him to stop.
He stood, turned me around, and held me tight against him as I rode out my climax. His raging erection pressing against me wasn’t lost on me.
“Oh, God…” I gasped, pressing my head against his chest. “That was…”
“The single most intense experience you ever had in your life?” he asked, grinning.
I smacked him on the chest and giggled. For the first time since forever, I felt young and immature. I quite liked the feeling. “You aren’t wrong there.”
“Glad to be of service.”
His body shifted, and his crotch brushed against my hand. I looked down and saw the tent between his legs.
“You’re really hard.”
“Yeah,” he growled, nuzzling his face into my neck. “You have that effect on me.”
I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. And my hand felt for his buckle and I unzipped him. He let out a grunt when I freed his cock. God, it was thick and curved. I couldn’t help but wrap my hand around his shaft, delighting in the heat of it.
He groaned in need as I milked his dick up and down, making it twitch and leak precum.
“Your dick is nothing like Michael’s… So big and thick,” I breathed.
“Do you want to feel it in you?”
“Yes, I think I do.”
He smiled, stepped back, and started stripping. I watched in awe as his shirt fell away. Henry clearly spent time in the gym, with rock-hard muscles straining. I yanked my negligee over me as he kicked his trousers off.
“Ready?”
I nodded.
He lifted me up like I weighed nothing and pressed me hard up against the wall. “I’m going to fuck you while your husband is next door.”
“God, you’re terrible,” I moaned as I embraced him.
“Shall I take you to the bed instead?”
“… Let’s stay here.”
He grinned. “You’re as bad as I am.”
We kissed, and he grabbed his shaft, slicking it against my lips until his head kissed the entrance to my aching cunt.
“You ready?” he groaned.
I sucked on his earlobe. “Fuck… Me…”
He slammed me back against the wall, impaling his cock deep into me. I cried out, my nails clawing at his thick, muscular back.
“Fuck me, Henry,” I begged.
My legs crossed over behind him tightly. I held on to him like some kind of cowgirl, riding his dick. Every time his cock slid into me, it would send my brain into overdrive, sparking an explosion of pure white pleasure.
“Give it to me. Fuck me harder,” I demanded.
Henry grunted and slid his tongue into my mouth, driving his hips hard into me. Each time he thrust, I would slam back against the wall behind me.
It wasn’t long before we heard knocking on the other side.
Henry grinned. “I think we’re disturbing your husband.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Keep going.”
Sweat limned his gorgeous, perfect body as he held me up and pistoned in and out of my willing pussy.
“I’m going to cum,” he grunted.
“Cum in me, Henry. I want to feel that hot, thick load deep inside me. Give it to me.”
He growled, driving his teeth into my neck, making me cry out as the sweet, delicious pain coursed through me.
“Fuck!” he bellowed.
The rapping on the other side reached fever pitch.
His cock swelled up inside me. I gasped, tightening my grip around his body, feeling his heat against me. My pussy tensed and relaxed, sucking his hot load as it poured into me. One spurt after another.
We sat side by side on his bed. Henry handed me a towel to clean up.
“Will I see you again?” he asked, stroking the curve of my shoulder.
“… I’m not sure. This is all very new to me.”
“No pressure,” he said, smiling. He looked happy, but I sensed a taste of sadness underneath. Maybe he meant it. Maybe I wasn’t just a conquest for him.
The door rapped, and I tensed.
Henry quickly pulled on his trousers, and I slid under his sheets, panic coursing through me.
He pressed his finger to his lips, and I nodded. Then he went to open the door, just a crack.
“I understand you have paid for this cabin, but I’m trying to get on with some work next door.”
It was Michael’s voice. I could recognise it from anywhere.
“Sorry mate, you know how it is.”
“…indeed. Well, if you’ve finished with your business, I’d appreciate some peace and quiet. I have an important meeting in the morning.”
“It won’t happen again.”
I heard the door click shut and a moment later, the sheets shuffled. Henry cuddled up beside me. “I think that was your husband.”
“It was.”
“He’s… I dunno. Stuffy.”
“A man with one love. His career.”
Henry’s hand cradled my belly.
“Stay here with me tonight.”
“I… What about my husband?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he said, grinning.
The morning light was shining through the screen by the time I got dressed. We didn’t get much sleep and my pussy was sore.
Actually, my entire body was sore.
I gave Henry one last hug and snuck back into my own cabin.
Michael was sleeping, and I tried my best to shut the door without making a sound.
“Where were you last night?” he asked, yawning.
I swallowed. “I met someone in the dining car. We had a lovely conversation and completely lost track of time.”
“Oh. Better you than me. You wouldn’t believe this, but there’s a couple next door. The guy looked like a ruffian, but I didn’t see the whore he was with. She must’ve been an escort or something. They were at it all night! Now I’m tired and anxious. What if this deal doesn’t go through?”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine, Michael. You always pull through.”
“I suppose that is true. Bloody animals, these millennials are these days.”
“Indeed.” My body ached and thrummed with need at all the marks Henry left all over me. And I smiled to myself about all the scratches I left on his body. I supposed I could appreciate my handiwork in a day or two.