The Flight Attendant: The Package

Matt Spector wandered back and forth from his living room to his kitchen. Silence had become a familiar, unwelcome guest this week.

His wife's absence was the source of the stillness. Kristen was a flight attendant for FMF Airlines. This week she was in New York, Atlanta, maybe Boston... the cities had a way of blurring together in his mind.

Kristen was a petite brunette in her mid thirties. She had wavy shoulder length hair, a beautiful ass with an adequate C cup chest. Light freckles on her nose and shoulders. She had a pretty face with big eyes and soft lips.

When she was away, Matt always missed Kristen. Their inside jokes, her warm smile, the sound of her singing along to cheesy synth pop in the shower, and her cute, infectious laugh. But beneath that typical ache was another, more specific desire.

Matt craved the anecdotes that Kristen provided him. Sexual anecdotes. A shared hotel room with a young, curious flight attendant that turned into girl on girl fun. A suggestive glance from a handsome German captain that led to a messy facial.

You see, Matt and Kristen had an agreement. He granted her permission to have all the sex she wanted, so long as she fed him all the naughty details afterwards.

Hotwifing was the term.

This trip, however, had been strangely devoid of updates, leaving his imagination starved. He was looking forward to her return tomorrow, eager to hear if she held any untold stories waiting to be revealed.

*ding dong*

The doorbell chime was startling. Matt glanced at the clock. Who would be at his door at this hour? He wasn't expecting anyone.

He opened the door to a uniformed delivery worker holding a brown package. "Matt Spector?" the worker asked.

"That's me."

"Sign here, please." Matt scribbled his signature on the electronic pad as the worker handed him the shoebox sized package, its overnight delivery sticker prominently displayed.

"Any idea what it is?" Matt asked.

The delivery worker shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine, sir. Have a good day."

Matt closed the door and examined the box. This was from Kristen! He recognized her handwriting.

He carried the parcel into the kitchen, grabbed a knife from the drawer, sliced it open and peeked inside.

It was carefully packed. There was a cassette tape, its label, also in Kristen's unmistakable neat script, read: "Play Me" on Side A.

Beneath it were two sealed white envelopes, each the size of a greeting card. They were similar in size and weight. One was labeled 'before' and the other 'after'.

Finally, on top, was a letter on Bostonian Hotel stationary. He unfolded it, excited to discover what his hotwife had orchestrated.

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My Dearest Matt,

You won't believe this trip! I met Captain Campbell and Captain Logan, or Liam and Jake, as they insisted. Two red hot pilots who were on my flight from Atlanta to Boston.

And get this, they confessed they'd actually finagled their schedules with Melissa Cummings to work with me. Apparently, I'm quickly developing quite the reputation.

Anyway, they were very charming, in that cocky pilot way. They were very upfront, Matt. They told me they'd been dying to get me alone, to see if I lived up to the rumors. I tried to play it cool, of course, but inside...

I was BURNING!

They were so explicit about the things they wanted to do to me. It was such a huge turn-on. So, I told them about us, about our arrangement, about how much we both love to share.

And then I made them an offer.

I said I'd be willing to take things further, back in my room, but only if they agreed to let me document things for you. With vintage media.

They were a little hesitant, but once I explained how much you'd get off on it, and how much I'd get off on it, thankfully, they were all in.

So let's discuss the contents of your little present. First, there's the cassette. Close your eyes when you press play. You'll hear their voices, their eagerness. You'll hear me telling them what I want them to do to me. And, of course, you'll hear them using me.

The 'Before' envelope holds a glimpse of how the evening began. The three of us, prior to our depravity.

And then there is 'After.' Save this for after the cassette has run its course. What you will find inside is the raw, messy, glorious result of our night together.

I only wish I could somehow see the look on your face as you experience this. But knowing you have this, it makes it more intense for me, even now. We share a strange kind of intimacy, don't we, hubby? It's absolutely beautiful.

One more thing before you begin. I want you to know that I was thinking of you the entire time. I wondered how hard you would get, and I pictured you stroking yourself off listening to Liam's deep voice ordering me around, while Jake's strong hands explored my body.

This is all for you, Matt. A documentation of my slutty adventure, sent with all my love.

So, what are you waiting for? Get that beautiful cock out and enjoy!

Yours always,

K

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"Vintage media?" Matt said out loud to himself.

It was just a few months ago, on a random Tuesday evening, perplexing at the time.

"Look what I found today!" Kristen announced, holding up a retro Polaroid camera. It was a boxy, black model, straight from 1986.

"Isn't she a beauty?" she stated, giving it a fond look. "I'm officially on the hunt for some film for this little gem."

Matt raised an eyebrow, surprised by his wife's sudden fascination with outdated technology. "A Polaroid camera? I haven't seen one of those in ages. What sparked this?"

Kristen shrugged. "Just a feeling," she said, brushing his inquiry away. "But that's not all! I actually got something for you too."

"Ta-da!" she said, presenting it to him as if he won a prize on a game show. "I thought you might find a use for this."

It was a vintage cassette player. A General Electric 3-5015C, to be exact, complete with a built-in speaker and a handle for easy transport.

"Um, okay..." He tried to give a look that would read thankful, but failed. He hadn't owned a cassette since he was in grade school.

Kristen was unfazed by his timid response. "I have this strange feeling that someday, you're really going to need it. Don't lose it, okay?"

She placed it carefully on his desk, as if it were a precious artifact. The cassette player had just sat there since, gathering dust, until now.

Matt carefully inserted the tape, closed the lid and pressed play. A low hiss filled the air for a moment, followed by the sound of voices.

"Hi Matt!" He recognized Kristen's voice.

"Okay, my love. We're in my hotel room. It's... cozy. I'm wearing that white lace lingerie set you bought me for our anniversary. You know, the one that's kind of bridal and really slutty? It's got that corset top and the matching thong. It feels so sinful to wear it like this, with two other men I barely know, but... God, it's hot."

Matt could hear two male voices in the background, slightly muffled.

"Ready to do this, Kristen?"

Matt could hear his wife's cute giggle at the pilot's question.

"They're being sweet. Teasing, but sweet... Anyway, Matt, I wanted you to be right here with us. To hear everything. So, I'm recording this. I promise you, with what we have planned, you're going to want to listen closely."

Her voice paused and Matt could hear rustling.

"So, let me paint you a picture, Matt. Liam is leaning against the desk, watching me while he rubs himself through his uniform. Jake is pouring himself another drink. And I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, in this slut wear, feeling a bit wicked."

Matt felt his erection strain against his pants.

There was another pause, Matt could hear more muffled voices.

"Okay, my love. I think we're ready to get started. Liam? Jake? Ready to say hi to Matt and tell him what you're going to do to his innocent wife?"

"Hey, Matt. Liam here. Everyone at FMF has heard stories about Kristen. Let's just say she's got a reputation for being the naughtiest on any flight crew. Jake and I are going to find out just how naughty she can get tonight."

Kristen gave a soft, approving moan. "Thank you, Liam... Jake, can you also say hello to Matt? Please... don't spare him any filthy details." Kristen's voice was somewhere between sing songy and aroused.

"Hey there, Matt. Jake here. Everyone at FMF knows Kristen's got a wild side. Tonight, Liam and I are going to unleash every bit of the whore within her. We're going to use her mouth and then we're going to stretch all of her tight holes."

"Mmmmmm. That was perfect... Thank you boys..." Kristen's attention returned to Matt. "Okay, my love. Can you please do me a favor? Pause the cassette and then go ahead and open the envelope marked 'Before'. After you've reviewed its contents, you can resume playback."

Matt paused the cassette. With shaky hands, he found the envelope marked 'Before', and he tore it open. Inside were several Polaroid photos.

The first photo showed Kristen flanked by Liam and Jake, both in their pilot uniforms, their hands possessively on her hips and waist. Kristen was smiling in her revealing bridal lingerie, clearly enjoying their wandering hands.

Matt had no idea which of the two men was Liam and which was Jake, which somehow made it that much hotter. One of the pilots was younger, clean shaven with thick brown hair, while the other had more of a salt and pepper look and a goatee.

As Matt flipped through the photos, the scenes became progressively more intimate. One showed the older pilot nuzzling Kristen's neck, while the other's hand was slipped under the edge of her corset top.

Another captured Kristen and the younger pilot engaged in a deep kiss, while the older man's hand was down the front of her thong.

The final photo was the most explicit. It was a close-up of Kristen's face, her bridal corset unbuttoned, her ample breasts spilled out. She was on her knees, positioned perfectly in between Liam and Jake's fully erect cocks.

Matt took a moment to savor the hardcore picture, allowing himself a quick rub of his bulge through his jeans. Then, he unpaused the audio tape and resumed playback.

There was more rustling.

"Okay, which one of you hot pilots wants their cock sucked first?... Oh, both of you do?..." Kristen giggled. "Oh yeah, boys. Get those big cocks out for me..."

Their oral sex escalated very quickly. Wet, rhythmic slurping, popping and gagging sounds painted a vivid picture of Kristen working both men diligently.

Matt closed his eyes and imagined her on her knees, her beautiful breasts spilled free, swaying slightly with her explicit movements.

Liam's growl cut through. "God, Kristen, you were born to suck cock. Weren't you?"

Kristen's affirmative moans were muffled. "That's right. Back and forth. Suck both of those cocks..." Jake coaxed. Matt imagined the glistening heads of their cocks sliding in and out of her wet mouth.

Suddenly, there was a whirrr-click, followed by a faint whirring sound. 'The Polaroid!' Matt thought. Matt's mind drew an image of one of the pilots capturing the moment while his wife choked on the other one.

"Oh yeah, Kristen... suck my balls. Get those balls in your mouth," Liam commanded, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes, Sir," Kristen's voice was obedient and playful.

Matt could hear how her mouth was working furiously, teasing and lapping, making them both groan. He imagined hard shafts resting on her face while she gently pleasured their sacks.

Then, one of the pilots was ready for more. "Oh, yes, please, give me that big cock, Liam, fuck me..."

"She's so wet... sucking cock makes your cunt creamy, doesn't it, Kristen?"

The flight attendant just moaned.

Matt began to hear the sound of bodies slapping together, hard and fast. Matt visualized Liam thrusting into his wife from behind while Jake was still using her throat, as Kristen's moans were still muffled by sucking cock.

"How does that cock feel in your pussy, Kristen?"

"Mmmm. So fucking good. Keep fucking me."

Matt's imagination now pictured his wife on all fours, being fucked from behind by one of the pilots. His hands spreading her cheeks wide open so he could get a view of her asshole while he plowed her cunt.

There was the sound of another Polaroid being created. Then, the thrusting sounds suddenly stopped.

"Your turn, Jake," Liam announced, giving Kristen a playful slap on her ass, causing Matt's wife to yelp.

There was more rustling. "Get on your back, Kristen," Jake commanded.

"Like this, Sir?"

"Yes, perfect."

"Oh yeah, fuck me, Jake... you feel so good..."

Explicit sounds resumed. Jake seemed to fuck her with slower, more deliberate strokes. Matt pictured Kristen on her back, her thighs spread wide, her arms wrapped around the pilot's neck, her pussy coating his thick shaft with wetness as he hammered her.

"How does it feel to be used by two men at once, Kristen?"

"I fucking love it, Jake," Kristen moaned. "Keep fucking me with that big cock. Oh, fuck," Kristen gasped, her breaths tightening.

Matt's will power was truly put to the test when he heard his wife begin to moan whorishly.

"oh fuck... you're going to make me come... i'm going to come... i'm coming..."

The flight attendant's moans became louder, more drawn-out, leaving no doubt in her husband's mind. She was climaxing.

Liam's voice returned, a bit rougher now. "We aren't through with you, are we Jake?"

"No, absolutely not."

Kristen's voice, still catching her breath from her orgasm, carried a playfully defiant tone.

"Good, because I haven't been fucked in the ass yet."

"You're an anal whore, aren't you, Kristen?" Liam's voice took on a teasing tone.

"Yes I am, Sir." The hotwife answered honestly.

"Beg for it, Kristen." Jake chimed in. "Beg to be fucked in your ass."

"Please," she pleaded, her voice full of desire, "Liam... Jake, please take turns with my ass. Please..."

"Touch yourself. Show us how much you want it."

"Of course..."

Matt pictured Kristen spreading her thighs wide, her right hand gently teasing her wet, parted lips.

"Bend over and take my cock, anal toy."

"Mmmm. God yes... Assfuck me, Liam."

As he listened to Liam anally fuck his wife, Matt now imagined that he was in the pilot's place, his shaft being swallowed by Kristen's tightest hole, while she looked back at him over her shoulder, absolutely cock drunk.

Liam's voice cut through her moans, "I'm going to cum in your ass."

"Oh yeah, Liam. Fill my ass with your cum!"

As Liam grunted, Matt pictured him emptying his balls deep inside his wife's asshole and the messy aftermath that would undoubtedly result after he pulled himself from Kristen's gaped hole.

Then, there was a brief shift, and Jake's turn with Kristen's ass began, the sounds of anal sex resuming with Jake's more deliberate rhythm.

Matt could hear wet, squelching sounds, evidence of the previous pilot's creampie.

Matt pictured Jake pistoning in and out of her messy asshole, Liam's cum leaking out of her gaped hole.

Jake didn't last too long. "I'm going to cum on your face!"

"Oh yeah... Make me your cum slut, Jake. Splatter my face with your load... Give it to me..."

As Matt heard Jake's deep groan, he pictured him creating impressive white ropes that criss-crossed his wife's beautiful face.

There was a little rustling.

"Thanks for sharing, Matt." Jake said into the recorder. "Your slut wife's a real trooper."

Liam agreed, "Yeah, she can definitely take a pounding. I'm impressed. Can't wait to fly with you again, cumslut."

"Oh god... I'm still... buzzing. My ass feels so full... and warm... I can feel Liam's cum leaking out of me... And my face..." Kristen paused, giggling, "... my face is completely covered in Jake's load. It's everywhere. In my hair, on my cheeks... even in my eyelashes, I think."

"Smile!" Matt could hear Liam. "Perfect!" Another whirrr-click.

"How do I look?" Kristen laughed.

"Beautiful," Jake answered.

There was a pause, some muffled voices and a few of Kristen's girly giggles.

"Thank you boys... and Matt... thank you! Thank you for letting me have these adventures. It means the world to me that you can share in my pleasure, even from afar."

Kristen sighed. "Okay, my love. I think that's about it for the recording. Now, do me one last favor? Open the envelope marked 'After' and then stroke that cock for me, baby. I love you! I miss you! Mwah!"

The background hiss that had filled the room since he pressed play suddenly ceased. Matt stopped the tape.

As Matt's heart was still racing from the explicit audio, he reached for the remaining envelope. He carefully tore it open.

Out spilled a collection of more Polaroid photos, these far more explicit than the first set.

The first picture showed Kristen with the younger pilot's cock in her mouth, her eyes shut tight, his hands clutching her brunette hair so the camera could see her mouth working his cock. The cameraman's cock was also in the shot, covered in spit, waiting for his turn.

The next Polaroid had the older pilot, his cock was balls deep inside Matt's wife, fucking her from behind. Her hand wrapped around the cameraman's shaft.

The last showed Kristen, absolutely covered in Jake's messy cum ropes. The photo was just as she described on the cassette. His messy load was all over her face, in her hair and even in her eyelashes. For Matt, the sexiest part of the photo was the huge, beaming smile on Kristen's face.

Matt's fingers found his belt buckle. Now that he had made his way through all the content, he was ready to indulge in the feast Kristen had so thoughtfully provided him.

Just as his throbbing cock sprang free from his pants, Matt heard a soft voice. "Hey, love..."

Matt's head snapped up. Kristen was standing in the office doorway, lust in her eyes. Matt then noticed what she was wearing - the white lace of her bridal lingerie. The very same set she'd been wearing while she got fucked by Liam and Jake.

Kristen stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. A slow, sensual smile spread across her face.

Matt could only stare, the 'after' Polaroids still clutched in one hand. "You're home early..." he finally stammered. "How long have you been home?... How long have you been standing there?"

Kristen peeked at his hard cock, then back up to his eyes. "Long enough to see... everything."

Kristen's mischievous smirk deepened. "I just had to see your reaction. When I bragged to Melissa about my little plan, she got me on the next flight home... So, tell me, hubby. Did you enjoy your package, my love?"

Matt could only nod, his attention on his wife's body, her tits and pussy just barely concealed by white lace.

"Good," Kristen smiled. "And did you miss fucking me while I was gone, love?"

Kristen wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, straddling his office chair. She reached down, her fingers finding the slick, glistening heat of her pussy beneath the slutty lingerie. She pushed her thong aside.

"So much..." Matt whispered. His attention focused on the fact that he was about to reclaim his wife.

Slowly, she guided herself into her husband. Her grooly pussy sliding all the way down on his cock.

Matt groaned, his hands instinctively gripping her hips as she settled onto him. Kristen leaned forward, her breath warm as she enjoyed the feeling of his familiar shaft.

As she began to slowly grind on him, she whispered in his ear. "God, I missed your cock..."

(Author note: If you made it this far, thank you! I truly hope you enjoyed it! I'm always looking for feedback, if you have a thought or two, please share with a comment or a note! Thanks again!)