We were 10000 feet above sea level and I was horny as fuck. We were on a transatlantic flight , and the multiple time zones had left my husband extremely sleepy, and me extra awake. I looked across at my husband of 10 days, we had just been on our honeymoon to the Maldives, and were headed home to San Francisco. He had a nasty sunburn right across his face, sparing the two circles around his eyes, in the shape of his sunglasses. He was not a pretty sight, especially with drool dripping from one corner of his mouth, as his head lolled back and forth, against his travel neck pillow.
I know I am trying to find excuses, for what happened next, but I really didn’t mean to cheat on my husband just 10 days into the marriage.
Here’s what happened next.
I looked around the plane.It was dark outside and the cabin lights were dim, everyone seemed to be dozing or occupied with their mobile phones. The man on my left, had his eyes closed
I decided to pleasure myself, while everyone slept. I unzipped my shorts, and slipped my right hand into the tight space that my denim shorts provided. I tried adjusting myself to get more of my hand in, and that’s when I brushed against the man sitting next to me.
He must have been a light sleeper, because his eyes seemed to open at the slightest touch, he first looked into my eyes, and then immediately to my hands in my shorts.
I was too shocked to have moved them out.
He seemed to be fairly tanned, like he was from the Mediterranean or the middle east, or someone who spent a fair amount of time in the sun. He seemed much older than our early twenties, maybe in his forties, or something.
I think he could see into my smooth pussy mound. I had painstakingly got a Brazilian bikini wax for my Maldives honeymoon, what with the many beach romps, and bikini sessions.
Seeing my flat abs, and smooth silky skin was a turn on.
‘Like what you see old man?’ I thought to myself. I pulled a wet finger out of my pussy, and ran, a moist finger up from my mound, towards my navel, pushing the helm of my tank top up. I think I went all the way up to my navel, before I realised what I was doing. I pulled down my top down in embarrassment.
He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Here let me help you get comfortable. You seem to be new at this.”
He seemed absolutely calm, like he had seen a dozen or so women passengers make out next to him.
He pulled out the inflight travel magazine, and laid it on my lap. And then asked me to get out of my shorts. “don’t worry, the magazine covers the bits fairly well, and I won’t peek, if you don’t want me to.
He then pulled down the tray things that is meant for food and drinks.
I started to speak up, but he shushed me.
He then buzzed the airhostess. ‘was this psycho going to report me!’ I thought, and immediately pulled up my pants and zipped them.
I decided to feign sleep, and closed my eyes, leaning my head on my husbands shoulder.
If this was how he was going to play it, I was going to be the indignant newly wed, being harassed by the middle aged passenger, I thought.
But, when the airhostess arrived, I was surprised that he called for two glasses of wine.
Once the airhostess left, he kept them on each of our opened out trays, the trays acted as a good enough barrier for any prying eyes.
I opened my eyes to see that he had closed his, and had decided to give me the privacy he had promised.
I slowly slipped out of my tight denim shorts, and was able to really go to town on my cunt.
“Why don’t you dip some of that wine into your pussy, I know from experience that it makes a heady cocktail.” He whispered.
The old fox had been keeping an eye on me. I wondered what else he could teach me, he seemed to be a man of experience, much unlike my husband, or me.
It was my turn now.
I reached over and placed his hand on the top of my pussy lips, “Would you show me how it’s done, mister.”
He turned in his seat ever so slightly, to face me, his fingers gently parting my lips, and circling my clit.
“You don’t need to call me mister.” He said. But I insisted, to be honest, it was the turn on.
He reached across and pulled my tank top down over my boobs, and revealed my pink nipples for all the cabin to see.
I let out a shocked sound, and then jerked around to see if my husband had woken up.
No, he slept oblivious.
The older man next to me then pulled teasingly at my nipples, urging me to look back at him.
“Hey, stop that! My husband could wake up any minute , and see you grabbing at my tits !” I hissed at him.
He just grinned like a sheepish genial uncle and said , “well I always like to turn the gears, before I dip into the oil wells. At least that’s what my wife used to say. But these titties look more like tiny strawberries to go with my wine.” And then he dipped his head and bit my tits!
I was so shocked I had to cover my mouth to stop my gasp, but he kept right on, biting , licking and sucking at my small tits.
“By gosh, these are the smallest tits I have sucked on, let’s see if your pussy is as tight and tiny as your boobs.” And with that he slipped his hand expertly between the still open flight tray, and entered my pussy.
I was just paralysed with fear now, I could just cover my mouth with one hand, and try and grab at my tank top with the other to cover what little I could, while his mouth and fingers continued exploring.
That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was the air hostess!
She leaned down and whispered something into the man’s ears, and then smiled and winked at me. She left as swiftly and softly as she had come.
I was just red in the face, I couldn’t imagine that I had been caught having sex on a plane, and now she would complain about us, and he wasn’t even my husband! What if she told my husband ?
But I was in for the second surprise.
We had just been upgraded to business class. My horny co passenger and I, had been invited to step into business class.
“But what about my husband…” I said, well apparently there would be room for him aswell, once he woke up. Provided he slept long enough, if you know what I mean darling, he added.
I didn’t exactly know what he meant, but I couldn’t wait to find out. This flight was turning out to be my horny wet dream come true. I had been itching to touch myself ever since we got on flight, and now for some amazing luck I was upgraded to business class, and I had never travelled business class ever before, in my 23 years.
I quickly pulled up my shorts, and followed the older stranger gentleman to business class.
The seats were much more apart and plush, and we got the last row with no one else across from us, it was our very own sex nest.
The Air hostess arrived with a bottle of champagne this time, not two measly glasses of cheap wine. I saw that she had unbuttoned most of her uniform, revealing some of the biggest boobs I had seen in real life.
Are these real, I reached out to touch them. I didn’t see why not, since she had already seen my bare tits. Ofcourse, I felt flat chested in front of such a buxom babe. But whatever.
She seemed to like my tits just as much as I liked hers. We started out by me unbuttoning her top, and freeing her boobs from her bra, and she stripped off my tank top. My co-passenger had his hands on both our backs, and rubbed our backs as we rubbed each others tits.
We sat awkwardly in our seats, both of us straddling the man, sitting on each of his thighs. He seemed not to mind.
She reached over and kissed me on my lips, it was the first time a girl had kissed me. The man unbuttoned my bottoms, and unzipped the hostesses skirt. And then it was all hands, and lips and fingers. It was dark, since the cabin lights were out, and we tried to keep our noise down, lest we got caught by the other firstclass passengers.
And so I don’t know how , but I found myself lying flat on my back, with my legs hoisted on the back of the chairs, the flight attendant was sitting on my face, her wet sloppy pussy, dripping cum juices onto my lips and cheeks, and it was all I could do to keep swallowing and licking off her juices, but the more I licked the more wet she got. She kept sitting deeper and deeper onto my face, asking me to lick her and suck her. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to, this was my first time eating pussy.
And then the man entered me, and it must have been a massive massive cock, because I seemed to fill up all the way to my stomach. I could feel him pump so deep, I thought he would come out through my throat. I open my mouth to gasp, and she stuck her pussy right into my mouth.
I just needed a release, you know what I mean. I just ate at her pussy, and stuck my tongue in, every time the man plunged into me, and we were each on a crazy rhythm. In that moment it reminded me of the man’s wife saying something about gears and oiling, and I thought we were like a car. Him pumping oil into me, and me pushing the pedals on the girl above me, and she kissing the man, while he played with her giant boobs.
I came first. I buckled and squeezed but the two of them held me down, letting me ride out my waves until I was calm once more. And then, they kept right on, he resumed jerking into me, and the hostess held me by my hair, and rubbed herself against me, she instructed me to use my fingers to jerk her off, and I did as she said.
And when she came it was a mess of crazy! She held my face so tight, I felt I would suffocate in her cum juices. She sprayed all over my face, my hair, and my neck. She kept squirting and squirting and I felt like a hose had let lose on my face. It was amazing. She lifted herself off, the minute she was done, and said she would bring clean towels and a change for me, and left the old man with a sloppy kiss, while he was still inside me.
“Are you tired, chica?” he asked, and then bent down to kiss me, and lick her juices of my face. By now he was lying on top of me, which only drove him deeper inside of me, and in a few swift strokes he had me biting down on his shoulders, as he drilled me with his massive cock.
We celebrated my first threesome, with both of them licking champagne off my pussy. And then we got dressed.
Once my husband woke up, he joined us in the business class, where the airhostess treated us to a three course meal, with caviar on toast, roast duck and a cherry chocolate tart dessert. My husband was informed that the upgrade was because of our newly wed status, and he was none the wiser.
I didn’t see my co passenger again during the flight, I don’t know what his name was, or his nationality.
It’s an experience I won’t forget all my life.after a few months I realised I was pregnant , and well we will just have to wait to see who the baby’s father is.
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let us know who the father was
Plot twist
I’d fucking kill the guy if I found out my wife did that shit