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My wife and I were on a cross country trip on a half empty plane
a couple of years ago. The lack of passengers was probably due to
the combination of the sagging economy and the time of year that
we were traveling (mid summer). We had been visiting some friends
in California, and were headed back to Florida. The trip was
guaranteed to be long and the connecting flight was many hours
away, but at least we had room to stretch out and move around.
And since we were traveling at night, we always had the
opportunity to sleep. Or do other things, of course.
My wife and I were stuck in the back third of the plane, with
just us and possibly a half dozen other people. My wife and I
decided that since we had the room, we'd spread out to separate
rows for now, just to make getting to our carry on items a little
easier, and because she said she had some work to do on her
laptop, and I didn't want to disturb her. As we were getting
settled, an attractive, nicely dressed Hispanic man probably in
his late 20s walked by her. She was bent over, obviously putting
something under the seat in front of her. As I was sitting behind
her by a couple of rows, I could see everything she was doing for
the most part. And I could tell by the same token that he was
enjoying the view of her ample ass. In fact he made no intention
of hiding the fact that he was staring at her.
I snickered to myself. For some reason, Hispanic men always found
Melanie irresistible. Back in her high school days, she was often
hit on by the mostly migrant farm hands that worked in the fields
around the restaurant she waited tables at. She even had a fellow
student whose family had moved to the US from Puerto Rico and who
constantly hit on just about every girl in the school, but seemed
to pay considerably more attention to the bigger ones. He wooed
Melanie for months before she finally slept with him after they
both ended up drunk at a party one night, one of those "parents
out of town" type situations.
They fucked in his car, and almost every day for weeks they would
race to her parent's house after school, since she knew they
would have the place to themselves for at least an hour before
her folks came home from work. She would often give him a blowjob
in the car on the way to her house to get him hard and ready, him
moaning loudly as he floored the gas pedal while cradling her
head in his lap. When they got there, they would run in the door,
their clothes landing in the hallway as they stripped, before
they ended up naked and entangled on the couch or in her bed.
They even fucked on her parent's waterbed from time to time, just
to change things up a little.
Eventually she tired of just being fuck buddies and wanted more.
He balked, and a couple of weeks later it was discovered that he
had started fucked some other plump girl from their school.
Melanie confronted him, and after admitting to it, she severed
all contact with him. After a few months, the girl that he had
been sleeping with was taken out of school by her parents,
allegedly due to an unplanned pregnancy by "someone". Melanie was
relieved that at the very least whenever they had had sex, she
always made him wear a rubber no matter how much he complained
about it.
My mind came back to the man standing in front of my wife, who
was trying a little harder not to stare. My wife suddenly stood
up and froze when confronted with the man before her. For a
second or two she made no intention to move or sit down, instead
choosing to stare at him as they looked at each other, mere
inches separating them. He smiled, flashing a band of pearly
white that contrasted with his tanned tone skin. She broke her
gaze, giggled and smiled back, obviously a little embarrassed but
also I think a little turned on.
"Sorry", she said apologetically as she quickly sat down in her
row. His eyes followed her movement.
"No problem, my dear" he replied in a friendly tone, bowing his
head a little to her. He stretched up, putting his bag in the bin
above her row, her eyes ogling his torso. He then reached into
his sport coat and pulled out his flight ticket and checked it
with the seat numbers printed under the compartment and sat down
in the row across from hers in the aisle. Her eyes quickly darted
back to mine, seeing if I had noticed. I smiled back, winking a
little and raising my eyebrows a couple of times. She rolled her
eyes playfully, but then turned her attention to him again.
They chit chatted for a few minutes as the last of the few
passengers for the flight sat down, and as it was obvious that no
one was going to be sitting around them, he motioned if he could
join her. She paused for a couple of moments before slowly
nodding her head. He stood up and joined her in the seat next to
hers, introducing himself. For the next few minutes I only heard
her giggling and his louder laughs as they conversed. I tried to
concentrate on the magazine I was reading, but every time I heard
one of their voices, my cock jerked a little in my shorts. I
could tell by her tone that she liked his company, on what level
I'm not sure. I knew her type of men and was pretty sure she
found him attractive.
The question was, would she try anything, here on plane of all
places? Would he try something? Had she even told him that I was
on the flight too, just a couple of rows back? Would he care? I
laughed to myself, thinking it ridiculous. After all, my wife was
not exactly that adventurous, especially in public. Even during
our trip to the Dominican, she had only gone topless a couple of
times. Of course during that same trip she slept with two
complete strangers, so I supposed anything was possible aboard a
plane really.
At one point, I saw my wife stand up and start to head back to
the bathroom. An idea suddenly struck me, and nonchalantly I
followed her back. She looked up as she saw me coming, and tried
to act like nothing was going on.
"Tell him you are flying alone." I whispered.
"Huh?" she replied, a little confused.
"Have you told him that I was on the flight too yet?" I asked.
"No. Not yet. It didn't come up." she said.
"Good. Don't tell him I'm here. Just tell him you are flying
alone. He's seen your rings I'm sure, so he probably already
realizes you are married. That's fine. Just make it clear that
you are alone, ok?" I told her. She looked at me wide eyed and
surprised.
I winked at her and turned to walk back to my seat. Before I did,
I whispered "Have fun with your new friend. Enjoy his company and
just let whatever happens ... happen. I don't mind." I tried to
smile reassuringly and then headed back to my seat. I plopped
down, my heart racing. My mind raced with what would happen next.
Would she tell him I was on the flight or not? And if not, what
would happen then? My cock throbbed at the possibilities.
I picked up my magazine and tried to read. A few minutes later I
saw her walk back by me out of the corner of my eye. She
pretended not to notice me as she started to sit back down. He
stood up, letting her brush against him as she moved all the way
to the window seat in the aisle. He sat back down and the two of
them proceeded to continue their discussion, whatever that
involved.
A half hour later we had taken off and were at our cruising
altitude. Out the windows, the sun had already set, and the sky
was turning a dark blue. The cabin of the plane was dotted with a
few overhead lights here and there, one being above where my wife
and this man were sitting together. I could still hear them
talking a little, though with the constant whine of the plane's
engines I couldn't make out exactly what the conversation was
about. I was the closest person sitting to them, two rows back
and in the opposite side of the aisle.
I decided that my vantage point didn't offer much of a view, so
I moved up one row. This allowed me to see in their aisle if I
leaned up far enough. I closed my cabin window and turned off my
overhead light, putting me in as much darkness as possible. I put
my Ipod earbuds in and tried to pretend I was sleeping, though I
watched them as best I could. The stewardesses had already been
around with the beverages and snacks, and my wife and her friend
had purchased a couple of alcoholic drinks. Obviously they
weren't going to get plowed on airline drinks, but if it loosened
up her inhibitions, I was willing to deal with the prices the
airline charges for those things.
After about an hour I saw the man sitting with my wife look
around the cabin nervously for some reason. I then saw his hand
go up and he switched off the overhead light that illuminated
their row. I gulped, my heart in my throat. It was now pitch
black outside the plane, save for a few stars. Maybe he's just
going to sleep, I thought. I leaned up, my eyes adjusted to the
darkness as I stared into their row. It was a little hard to make
out, but what I could see (and what my wife later filled me in
on) made my cock jump immediately.
My wife was leaning back against the plane's window, her left leg
up in on the seat. He was in his seat turned toward her so that
they were facing each other now. In that position, they
immediately began to make out. They began kissing, his mouth
pressed against her full pouting lips, his tongue working its way
into her mouth brushing against hers. Her hands were around his
shoulders, while his cupped her cheeks. As they continued to make
out though, his hands moved down to her breasts, rubbing them
through her shirt and bra. Even though they were fully clothed, I
knew that this would still get her excited especially since a
stranger was doing it to her.
They made out for quite a while, taking their time exploring each
other's mouths and bodies as best they could sitting in a row on
an plane anyway. For her part she let her fingers brush along the
outline of his hardened cock over his shorts. She said she could
tell that he was a decent size, not very long but a better than
average thickness. Because her left leg was up on the seat, he
had an easier time touching her. His right hand moved off her
breast and to her left knee, where it began to work upward along
her thigh. His hand went inside the baggy leg of her shorts till
it reached her panties. He immediately slid his fingers under her
panties so that he could touch her bare pussy.
She panted into his mouth as his fingers found her already soaked
cunt. He massaged her pussy lips gently before sliding a finger
inside her. She grabbed his cock squeezing it tight through the
fabric as she felt his finger penetrate her under her shorts. His
thumb found her engorged clit and deftly began to rub it. She
knew she wasn't going to last long in this heightened state as he
slid a second finger into her wet slit and buried it deep inside
her.
He expertly fingered my wife's snatch as he pressed against her.
She later told me how it was both frustrating and exciting that
they couldn't fuck right then and there. But even she wasn't that
much of a daredevil, and quite honestly is usually pretty meek
about doing anything sexual in public. True, it was a mostly
empty plane at night in pretty much complete darkness. And even
if they had gotten caught, she could have just lied and said that
HE was her husband, just to save them the embarrassment should
they have gotten caught in this position. But still, she couldn't
bring her self to do it, at least not with what she was wearing.
She did say that if she had been wearing as skirt, it would have
been a different story though.
After a few minutes of his hand up her shorts leg massaging the
inside and outside of her pussy, his other hand slid up inside
her shirt and pulled her bra down off of one of her breasts. He
grabbed her nipple, already as hard as an eraser nub, and
squeezed and pulled on it. This turned her on even more, his
rough treatment of her tits combined with his fingers that were
thrusting inside her. She grinded her hips back against his
fingers, trying to get them deeper inside her. This was more than
she could take as she heaved and leaned her head back against the
plane window and did her best to not to be loud as she came. Her
body shook as she put a hand over her mouth, moaning into her
palm. He continued to rub her nipple and finger her pussy as he
kissed along her neckline, looking around quickly to make sure no
one was around as she came on his hand.
She eventually started to come down from her blinding orgasm, her
chest heaving deeply. He slowly withdrew his hand from under her
shirt, doing his best to fix her bra where he had yanked it down.
He reluctantly pulled his fingers from her now thoroughly wet
pussy, pulling his hand out from under her shorts. She laid there
for a few seconds, still panting and spent, and I could tell he
was eyeing her greedily. I could tell it was all he could do not
to rip her shorts off and fuck her right there in the seat. But
as he looked around I could tell he knew that wasn't feasible.
My wife, sensing his need, fixed her clothes back and sat up in
the seat. She suddenly whispered something in his ear and he
nodded, smiling. She stood up and he slid over to where she had
been sitting, next to the window. I watched as she walked out to
the aisle and opened one of the overhead compartment bins. She
dug around and closed it and then searched a couple more that
were nearby. Eventually she found what she was looking for, one
of the complimentary blankets that all airlines provide to
passengers. She walked back to her row, again making no attempt
to acknowledge me sitting just one row away from them.
She handed him the blanket, her head looking around to the other
passengers before sitting down in the seat beside him. He draped
the blanket over his lap, spreading it out as much as it would
go. He leaned back expectantly a big grin on his face. Her hand
slid under the blanket, making its way to the front of his shorts
again. She rubbed him a little before going up to where the
button of his shorts were, unsnapping it. She then pulled the
zipper down as far as it would go and pulled his shorts open.
Finding the front of his underwear she slid her fingers inside
until she grasped his cock, hard and hot already. She slowly
pulled it out under the blanket, freeing it. Her hand went around
it, taking in the sensation of the man's cock in her chubby
fingers.
Even from where I was sitting, I could tell that her hand was
moving up and down under the blanket, massaging his engorged
cock. From his expression it was easy to see that he just wanted
to lean his head back, close his eyes and enjoy the sensations of
my wife's hand around his dick, but his head was going back and
forth as he peered over the seats, making sure no one approached
them as she gave him what I knew to be an exquisite handjob.
Every once in a while she would lean into him, giving him a
little kiss on the lips. But for the most part she just stared at
him, watching his face as she rubbed his cock up and down under
the blanket.
After a few minutes she looked around again and then leaned in.
She kissed him longer this time, and then broke the kiss to
whisper something in his ear. He grinned big and nodded. They
both took one more quick look around and then my wife leaned her
head down until it was over her lap. Pulling the blanket aside,
she quickly lowered her mouth over his cock. I watched as I saw
her head of long black hair bobbed up and down in this man's lap,
her whole body leaning over him now. He looked around back and
forth up and down the length of the plane, his face desperately
hoping that no one had to go to the bathroom anytime soon.
Her movements became faster, her butt now up in the air as she
kneeled in the seat beside him. Her head bounced in his lap as he
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