[M]y Wi[F]e Gets Bored On An Airplane

I planned a trip to New Zealand for my wife Holly’s 33rd birthday. We dropped the kids off with my parents for our trip and drove to the airport, went through security, and took our seats on the plane. The plane was (thankfully) only sparsely populated.

At 33 (she is now 35) my wife has always been a beautiful woman, by any standards, with shoulder length brown hair and a gorgeous frame. Her tits are quite big (GG)–which stands for Grandiose and Grande, I think. It was a warm fall and she was wearing a summery dress that ended just above her knees.

Our seats were pretty isolated, with noone located within several rows of us. She was at the window and I was in the aisle seat on the left side in the back half if the plane.

After we took off, we started watching movies on the devices built into the seats in front of us. One thing you should know about Holly is she gets bored easy. She could get pretty restless when she gets bored and her behavior–well it can be unpredictable.

After sifting through the movie options, Holly couldn’t find anything she wanted to watch, so she just grabbed a book she had bought at the store in the airport. That kept her occupied for about an three hours.

Halfway through my second movie, the plane is dark, and I notice movement to my left. Holly had lifted up her dress and was starting to slide her hand into her panties. My eyes were glued to her, but she was oblivious as she began playing with herself, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

I think I was more paranoid than she was! I looked all around us to see if anyone was aware of the scene unfolding before me, but there was zero movement or acknowledgment of Holly or what her fingers were doing.

After a little while she suddenly opened her eyes and caught me staring at her, smiling. She leaned over with a giggle,
“I am sooo bored!”

“I can tell!” I responded “But you know you can take care of that in the bathroom.”

She smiled evilly in response, “but where is the fun in that?”

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, as long as you let me keep watching.”

My cock was tenting my shorts. She noticed, smiled and closed her eyes again and continued what she was doing.

Several minutes of heaven watching my sexy wife not-so-secretly masturbate on an airplane went by until I watched her squeeze her eyes shut and squeeze her legs around her fingers as she gently convulsed, with a quiet “Fuuucckk,” leaking from her lips.

As she recovered, her hand reached for me, but skipped my hand and went straight for my package, grasping it firmly, causing it to leap in excitement. Before I could fully register what was happening, Holly had unzipped my shorts, and pulled my cock free, immediately starting to jerk it fast and hard. Holly has never had trouble getting me hard, but I felt like my dick was harder than I’ve ever felt it in that moment.

It was an incredible erotic sight seeing my wife, the mother of our three kids, with one hand down her panties and the other wrapped around my engorged rod in the window seat on our direct flight to the land of kiwis. Although I did my best to last as long as I could, it wasn’t more than three minutes later that I felt my balls contract and my body start to quiver.

I looked at Holly, and she met my eyes, the expression on my face confirming what she already knew was about to happen. She didn’t let up.

“Oh fuck, Hol, mm mm.” I whisper as my body tensed.

She took her other hand out of her panties and leaned over and started using both hands to stroke my dick up and down even faster. As she furiously jerked my cock, she bit her lip, and I exploded. I bit down on my tongue to keep from moaning as my cum shot all over my wife’s hand and arm and the seat in front of me.

With my balls emptied, she leaned back looking at the cum on her hand and arm, while I quickly used a drink napkin to mop up the cum from my own space.

When I finished, I caught her eye again as she held up her hand and arm and made a show (for me) of licking my cum off it, showing it on her tongue and then swallowing. She knows that drives me wild.

I was almost instantly hard again, and before she could cool down I slid my hand under her dress, into her panties, and headed straight for her pussy. I quickly found Holly’s clit and started gently stimulating it.

“Mmmm, make sure noone is coming,” she said as she opened her legs to give me more access, tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

I did a quick check like I was crossing a street and returned my focus to the beauty in my hands and slid a finger inside of her. Then another.

“Mmmm”

I leaned and whispered. “You are so fucking naughty.”

I moved my fingers back and forth, shallow then deeper with increasing speed. From years of experience, I could tell my wife was close, but I kept her waiting to draw it out further.

After a while of edging, Holly started to fuck my fingers on her own, until I finally let her cum. She convulsed around my fingers with her second orgasm of the flight, clawing the armrest.

I kept my hand in place for several minutes after her orgasm subsided, occasionally teasing her sensitive pussy and making her squirm in her seat.

When I did take them out, my hand was covered in her juices, and it was my turn to make a show of licking her off of it (she loves it–sorry if it’s not your thing).

Exhausted, my wife didn’t even bother to close her legs again at first (though her dress was pulled back down) and I could smell her pussy, which meant that anyone walking by could as well. Soon, with a smile, Holly got comfortable and closed her eyes, and so ended the first 4 hours of our flight.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o0e3wf/my_wife_gets_bored_on_an_airplane