I look forward to the many climaxes and passions that await me at home.

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I was looking forward to the many climaxes and passions after returning home. I'd been separated from my husband for several days, and seeing him at the station filled me with excitement and joy. However, because I was in a hurry and there were other people around, it wasn't convenient to immediately express my longing. After settling in, I boarded the train to Guangzhou. Since it was a night train, the lights in the sleeper car were quickly turned off. Having barely spoken to my husband, I pulled him over to chat. (We both had lower berths.) Because it was dark in the car, his hands started to wander. He hugged me and secretly touched my breasts. Having not made love for several days, I felt excited, but afraid of being seen, I pulled the blanket over myself. This time, he became indecent, unhooking my bra from behind and blatantly reaching inside to touch my breasts. I quickly felt wet down there, and he even breathed into my ear, making me feel dizzy. Because I was wearing many clothes, it was inconvenient for him to touch me, so he made me take off a sweater and then pulled down my bra. I knew his penis was already very big; my husband is the kind of person with a very strong sex drive, and he can't go a day without sex. He took my hand and placed it on his penis, and I rubbed it, the fluid that had flowed from it sticking to my hand. He made me pull up my clothes and pull the blanket down. My husband said he wanted to see my breasts. He's always admired my breasts; although they're not very big, they're beautiful, round, and not sagging. Even though there wasn't much light, I felt scared. After all, we were in public, and there were many people coming and going on the train. I also had a feeling that the girl in the middle bunk wasn't asleep and was spying on us. I quickly pulled the blanket up to cover myself. My husband wouldn't give up; he said he wanted to kiss my nipples. I lay down slightly, and he took my nipple into his mouth. A shiver ran through me; it felt cool, but very stimulating. I could clearly feel myself getting even wetter. All the excitement melted into our lips. We kissed passionately, oblivious to everyone around us. His tongue swirled in my mouth, and I felt waves of heat washing over me, like I was melting. It was as if I could see our first passionate kiss on the train again, intense and fervent. Because I was still menstruating, my husband couldn't easily put his hand inside me. I wanted him to touch my penis again, but he wouldn't let me, saying we should save it for the day after tomorrow. Later, my husband went to the toilet to wash up, and when he came back, he let me expose my breasts again and kissed my nipples. It was already late after this intimate moment, and we both went to bed after a long day. The daytime was just boring sleeping, chatting, playing cards, eating, and traveling, and time passed very slowly. At 10 pm, the lights in the sleeper car were about to be turned off, and I felt a surge of excitement, as if I had been looking forward to this moment. I looked at my husband, but he didn't react much and said he wanted to sleep. He kept complaining about being hot, so I told him to take off his thermal underwear. Then he went to the toilet, and I was playing on my phone and listening to music. When he came back, he took his phone to send a text message. I wasn't sleepy at all. He wrote a long message, probably to let his family know he was safe. I reservedly didn't talk to him; this guy had absolutely no sense of romance. I secretly wondered if he was angry with me for not going to the bathroom with him last night. But I love him so much, so no matter what, I still coaxed him to sit next to me. It turned out he was texting me. He said he hoped I would be happy and wanted me to have an affair. He wanted me to experience something different. I guess it wasn't convenient to talk about these things on the train, and no one was sleeping; there was even a couple sitting on the chair next to us. We exchanged texts back and forth like this, although it didn't involve any passion, but I felt wet down there, and I felt very excited. The couple next to us went up to sleep. We'd finished our conversation, and he said to me, "Baby, take off your sweater, unhook your bra, show your breasts." I took off all my clothes except for my thermal underwear, pulled up my bra, and exposed my breasts. He gripped my breasts with his strong hands. I was anticipating that kind of stimulation. I couldn't hear the snoring from the middle bunk, so I figured the girl wasn't asleep. But I didn't care anymore. I wanted unrestrained, wanton pleasure. My husband's passion was so surging; he wanted me to orgasm. He put his hand inside my underwear and touched my clitoris. It was the fourth day, and because I hadn't had an orgasm in a long time, I was excited and wanted to moan. He held me like that, one hand touching my breast, the other touching my clitoris, while I used my hand to hold his already erect penis and pump it back and forth. He wouldn't let me move because he liked to ejaculate inside me. Soon, he was touching me so intensely that I couldn't bear it anymore. I wanted to moan but was afraid of disturbing others. I could only bite his arm to hold back. My breathing was rapid; I was about to climax. I whispered in his ear, "Honey, fuck me." He increased his strength and speed, finally bringing me to orgasm. I went limp. My poor husband's big, hard penis was still standing erect. I tried to pull it out, but he wouldn't let me. He kissed my breasts again, exposing them. They weren't covered by clothes or a blanket. I think the girl in the middle bunk saw everything. We kissed passionately once more, the passion of our lovemaking contained in that kiss. Normally, we wouldn't have such a passionate kiss. I love him; the happiness of sex made us feel deeply in love. He wanted to sleep, and I knew how painful it was for a man to experience such passion without reaching orgasm. But I couldn't. He said he wanted to kiss my nipples again before going to sleep. He knelt in front of my bed, and I pulled up my thermal underwear and bra, revealing my proud breasts once more. He kissed them deeply again, his love contained in that kiss. Later, I had a sweet dream. I thought, the man who makes me so happy deserves my lifelong love to protect.

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