I just got back from an AMAZING honeymoon trip, just an absolute treat. It was romantic, it was steamy, it was filled with so many memories, some of which involved me getting filled. Ok, a lot of them, but I'm getting ahead of myself. This happened the Night 0 of the trip, on the way over to our destination.

As for physical features, I'm 158 cm, blonde, average, cute ass, great C cup boobs. My husband is 183 cm, brown haired, skinny, abs and a cock that fills me so good.

Berlin, 8:45 pm, main train station. It was a bit chilly as we stood on the platform, waiting for the train to arrive. Classic Deutsche Bahn. Not the train company we were using, but holding up other trains for being so late. At least he held me close with his hand resting on my hip, my head on his chest, feeling his warmth surrounding me.

When the train finally arrived, 10 minutes late, we quickly hurried in. Hubby decided to treat us well by getting a sleeper cabin. It's not the best beds, but for two people who just got married, a plank of wood with a pad and a little bit of privacy is good enough to fuck on.

Except... we found out that our privacy was not what we had imagined. The bed is in full view of the door, and no curtain to close and cover it. There's also a window directly out the other side, so the pedestrians can get a show too. Part of me was a little disappointed. I wanted to treat my man and go wild with him, on the bed or anywhere else.

We settle into our room and he pulled out a big bottle of wine. It's my favorite type (Merlot) and what to do but drink the night away. Our honeymoon should be spent having all the fun we could. The wine does a great job warming us up, both in temperature and sensuality - Little kisses here and there, but nothing overt. I'm keeping a constant watch at the window to see if anyone is peeking in. Only staff seem to be passing by for now.

We're about halfway through the bottle, our faces red with drunken glee, and I'm getting to that point of no return. Not just in drunkedness, but horniness. I want him bad, and I know I'm getting desperate. I am just imagining him railing me with his perfect cock, my wet pussy trying to keep his cock inside me. We've fucked so many times, but his cock is truly addicting. I'm always so satisfied after he's done, my holes perfectly sore.

Anyways, my fantasies were getting too much for me and he saw it on my face. "You wanna fuck, don't you baby?" he smoothly asked.

"Ugh, yessssss," I whined out. "I can't stop thinking about you inside me hun." I throw my hands in frustration onto the bed

"Then why don't we christen this honeymoon?" He's breaking out the sultry voice. It was so hard to resist ripping his clothes off right there and sucking him.

"But, but" I pointed to the window. "I would love to, I just don't want someone to see me get broken."

He laughed, "Yeah, that's fair." He leaned over and looked towards the bathroom. "What about in the shower? We could at least let off some steam in there."

I turned my head and notice that the door was half slid out, hiding us away from the hallway. My pussy is already flooding with all the positions I imagine us doing while in there. I don't even ask for confirmation, I get up and stumble over to the bathroom. He quickly follows suit.

I shut the door and clothes are flying everywhere. His hands firmly grabbing my ass, pulling him into me. I can smell the wine and his cologne mixing together. God he's so fucking sexy. Before I know it, my hands are above my head on the wall, my hips are bent over, and I'm getting fucking railed, moaning out how he's the best husband in the world. He's fucking me doggy so hard and I don't care how loud it is. I'm drunk, on my honeymoon, getting the best dicking of my life.

Everything was going great until I heard a knock on our cabin door. I froze and he sensed something was up so he stopped fucking. We heard another knock. In my mind, I remember thinking, "Aw fuck, were we too loud?"

Knowing how badly I handle situations drunk and horny, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself to go check out the door. I see him stand, process who is at the window, and then open the door with a... smile? Well, it's probably not the staff that he's talking to. I wait in desperate agony as he chats up the people at our door. I make out two distinct voices, one male, one female. I rubbed my pussy in anxious wait as I imagine being on my knees and sucking his cock right there. I closed my eyes, throwing myself into desperate horny fantasies once again.

Then, I heard him say "Come in." Without warning. And they definitely saw me rubbing my pussy before I slammed the bathroom door shut.

"It's ok honey," He said, opening the door to peek his head in. "They heard everything anyways. Apparently there's a vent that connects bathrooms together and sound travels through it. They just wanted to watch us too."

"Why did you let them in then? Are you crazy?" I was still insanely turned on, but I didn't want company to watch me in this state.

"I don't know, I think it's kind of hot to get watched," he revealed to me.

"WHAT? Honey, why..." I trailed off. This was not the time to ask him about how long he's had this kink. I still so badly wanted to get fucked. As I thought about his words, the cogs in my drunken head were turning. Fuck, it is kind of hot. And it would please him to do it. Fuck, I love making my man happy.

"Ok, but just... lemme keep my eyes closed. I wanna think it's just you in the room, fucking me." He agreed and flung the door open, again, without asking. He's a loveable dumbass.

The couple that came into our room was in their mid 30s by the looks of it. Both seemed quite fit and both were pretty attractive to me. I still closed my eyes out of shy instinct but I was curious how they were looking at us. I felt his hands grab my tits and I melted back into my horny state.

Soon enough, we were back to our fucking. I held my eyes shut but it was so good getting fucked in doggy. He seemed to be even more turned on than before. I could feel his thrusts were harder and more energy behind them. At moments, I couldn't help but open my eyes, just for a peek. I saw only flashes of the couple on our bed, but he had his hands down her shirt, and her hands were firmly on his crotch.

Fuck, it turned me on knowing they were getting horny too. Something in my brain was beginning to really like getting railed in front of other people. I liked knowing they were horny too, and I felt so good being kind of a loud slut for the group.

So I moaned louder. I heard my ass smacking against him get louder. I could feel myself slipping into it more and more. Then, I heard some other wet sounds join the chorus of fucking sounds. And when I opened my eyes...

Her tits were out. And he was sucking on them. Perfectly perky, pink nipples dotted on top. Mouth suctioned to one, hand on the other. I let out a long groan watching them. "Baby they're so hot," I moaned up to my hubby. He grunted in agreement before he realized that I was also watching the show put on by our guests.

The woman of the couple also heard what I said, and matched my lustful gaze. She bit down her lip and then tapped the head of her man. She stood up and slowly made her way over to me. My man is absolutely splitting me with his cock and I have this beautiful woman's tits right in my face. She then leans down, her curly brown hair hanging over her boobs and she grabbed my face to kiss me. All without a word spoken. I loved it.

I loved being fucked by my husband while this couple watched us. I loved being treated like I was a slut worth all this sexual energy. I loved being lusted over by everyone in the room. Fuck, I was so shy for no reason.

Her man stood up to walk over and grab her boobs. I could feel her moans in my mouth as our tongues danced and the pressure inside my pussy started becoming too much. My stomach was tingling with desire and elation. Her man then released her boobs to grab mine.

I was a hair-pin trigger. Being the center of attention was too much. I release my lip lock and shoot my head up. My pussy quivered around my husband's cock. It was wave after wave of release, while this couple stared at my body convulsing, his hand still on my breast. My husband's strokes slowed, and shortly after I came, he did too.

I don't remember much after that. I must've passed out from cumming and being drunk. But I do remember waking up in bed, lights off and husband spooning me. The couple was gone, but I heard some very hot moans coming from our bathroom.