Cross Country Flight

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 gripped the seat for support. His right hand went to the back of her head, pushing her up and down on his cock. The sight was intoxicating as my cock pressed against my own shorts as I watched. This man spread eagle, leaning back against the plane window as my wife bent her head over into his lap, both of them fully clothed still, pleasuring this stranger's dick with her very talented mouth.

I could tell by his expression he was close. I heard him whisper something down to her, hopefully warning her. For her part, she actually started to suck faster, obviously giving him the go ahead to fill her mouth. His head leaned back as his body started to spasm. Suddenly he gritted his teeth and his face went red, and his torso and pelvis lifted up off the seat and pushed upward. I knew then that he was coming in Melanie's mouth, and I practically came in my pants as I watched them.

She told me later that he came very hard, that she could feel the come practically shooting down her throat. And he came so much that she had to swallow very fast just to keep up. She is not a fan of the taste, so I knew that was a big deal for her to swallow a guy's come if he makes a lot. That made it even more of a turn on. But she did an amazing job, holding her mouth around the base of his cock the entire time, lips tight around the shaft, until she knew that he was spent and every drop was in her hot moist mouth.

She gave a couple more quick sucks as his body spasms slowed and then lifted her mouth off his cock and slid back into her seat. She covered his exposed cock back up with the blanket, as he was too worn out to move. She leaned in, whispering something in his ear and he nodded, a dazed look on his face. She got up and I watched as she headed to the back of the plane, more than likely to go to the bathroom. She was gone for what felt like an eternity, and I almost wanted to go back and see if she was ok. But soon enough she was back and took her seat beside him again.

He had gained his composure and had put his shorts back on when she had returned. She took the blanket and draped it over herself. She leaned back against him, her back against his chest, his arm around her. He slid his hand under the blanket, where I could tell he had it on one of her breasts. She smiled and sighed a little, and eventually the two of them quieted down and dozed off. For my part I ran to the bathroom to relive myself. After all, its not every day your wife gets fingered by a stranger and then gives the guy a blowjob during a cross country flight, and my cock was desperate for release.

After finishing myself in the tiny airplane bathroom I returned to my seat and sat watching them for a few seconds. You could definitely not tell that she had a husband somewhere else by the looks of them, that's for sure. They definitely looked like long time lovers. I laughed to myself and stretched out in my row, trying to get comfortable. I dozed on and off, the images of what had just happened still burned into my mind.

I was awakened by someone shaking me gently. "Sir, we will be landing soon, we need you to sit up and buckle your seatbelt" the stewardess said in a soothing voice. I sat up, stretching, trying to get my bearings. It was still dark out, though I wasn't sure of the time since I had turned my cellphone off and never wore a watch. Remembering what had happened earlier, I glanced up to where my wife was sitting. They too were just waking up, as I could see their arms stretching up to the sky and they arranged themselves in their seats. The man got up and headed to the bathroom, paying no attention to me. If she had told him that I was her husband, he made no acknowledgement of that fact.

As he left, she swiveled her head back and looked at me. She smiled, mouthing "I love you" and blowing me a kiss. I grinned devilishly at her, shaking my finger at her in mock indignation. She tried to look innocent, earnestly trying to appear sweet. I put my fist up to my mouth and moved my tongue around in my cheek, the universal sign for blowjob. She feigned surprise and I just laughed. She smiled, relieved that I wasn't angry and probably a little amazed I had seen the whole thing take place.

Quickly she whirled around facing forward again and I felt the man walk by me and sat back in the seat next to her. They talked all through the rest of the plane's decent and landing, and when the seat belt lights went off, everyone on the plane groggily began to stand up and opened the overhead compartments for their things. I tried to not stare as they stood up together, him grabbing her a little as she reached for her bag overhead and laptop under the seat. As everyone waited their turn to exit, I even saw him put his hand around her waist, holding her ass to his crotch. She just grinned a little, never looking directly at me but knowing I was watching them.

They headed down the aisle in front of me as I followed. When we got to the terminal, I decided to keep in character and walk as if I was flying alone and didn't know them. They stopped in front of me, and he wheeled her around till they were facing each other. He leaned down and began to passionately kiss her, his arms clasped around the small of her back. She reached up, arms around his shoulders, tussling his hair as they kissed. Again, you would never have guessed they were strangers. My cock jerked a little as I watched them, desperately wanting to stop and stare. But I knew that would be viewed as rather pervy by anyone that saw me watching them, so I kept my stride and headed to the luggage carousel. I glanced back once, and saw them talking at that point. I went to the luggage rack and waited with some of my fellow passengers. Soon the two of them showed up further down the line from where I stood, holding hands and she still pretending I wasn't there. I stared at their fingers intertwined, my cock starting to grow again.

I realized I needed to check the time, as we had a connecting flight and it was the last one of the night back to Florida. And because of some meetings the next day, we had to catch it. Turning my phone back on, we had about 15 minutes before we were to start boarding our other flight, and I was worried about the time at that point. I grabbed my bag off the turnstile and stood waiting, not sure of what to do. I wanted to wait on Melanie, but again didn't want this man to realize that I was with her. I thought for a second, and decided to head on to the gate for our connecting flight. As I walked by them, I could hear they were talking about something rather intensely but I didn't know what.

I hurried to our gate, and since the boarding hadn't started yet I slumped down in a chair nearby. My mind wondered off to the sight of them, the events replaying in my mind. It was still unbelievable when these rare events would occur. It's not like she did them on a regular basis, but ever since I convinced her to explore other men outside of our marriage, it never ceased to amaze me how arousing and erotic it was when it happened.

"Hello!" I heard over my shoulder. I turned around and saw my wife walking up to me. She let go of her bag and sank into the seat beside me. She leaned over, giving me a long deep kiss. She smiled sweetly at me, and I reached over holding her hand in mine.

"Sooo..... how was your flight?" I asked, obviously a big grin on my face. She smiled mischievously, knowing of course that I had seen them. She then proceeded to tell me all the details. His name was Rick, and he worked in Houston, where we were catching this connecting flight. After some small talk during which he flirted with her relentlessly, she started to provide more intimate information. Just as I encouraged her to do, she had told him that while she was married, that I was at home instead of on the flight. He seemed to like that quite a bit, and he had put his hand on her knee. She had found him quite attractive, and seeing that I had already given her my blessing to mess around with him, she responded to him that maybe they could have a little fun "before she went home to me".

It was at this point that he turned off the overhead light in their row, and they had rearranged themselves in the seats. He was a good kisser she said, and the fact that they were making out in a public place with me sitting right nearby only helped to heighten her passion. She said that when he started to finger her she thought she was going to come right then and there. It was all she could do just to control herself. After she came, he originally wanted to take her into the plane's bathroom and fuck her, or at least get her shorts off and fuck her right there in the seat.

Realizing that both of those options were unfeasible, she got the idea of giving him a blowjob instead. He seemed ok with that, and she went and grabbed the blanket. She pulled his cock out stroking it some before she started to suck him. She made it clear that he had to keep an eye out for anyone coming down the aisle, and with that proceeded to take his rigid thick member into her wet mouth. It only took him a few minutes to blow his load into her mouth, and despite the volume she managed to swallow all of it.

She yearned to have him fuck her, but again it just wasn't an option right then. And anyway at that point they were both too tired to do anything else. She went to the bathroom and then they curled out together to get some sleep, his hand under her shirt gently massaging her breast. They awoke at the same time I did. The kiss in the terminal was unexpected but she happily returned the affection. The continued the kiss for a couple more minutes before ending up at the luggage carousel, hand in hand as I had seen them.

When I had passed them on the way to the connecting flight, she told he was desperately trying to get her to come home with him. He told her to call me and tell me the flight had been cancelled and that she was spending the night at a hotel near the airport. He said she could fly back the next day or maybe even the day after. She got excited thinking about the possibility, the thought of spending the night alone in a unknown city with a complete stranger without me even in the same state. But then she realized that with everything we had to do the next day at our jobs there was just no way. As much as she would have loved to spend the night with him, it just wasn't feasible.

He seemed sad at this, but realized that it just wasn't to be. Before she went to her gate they exchanged contact information, promising to keep in touch and that if he were ever in Florida or she ever in Texas that they would meet up to continue their adventure. He even tried one last time to convince her, hoping for a possible quickie in an airport bathroom. She demurred, not really interested in getting fucked in a bathroom stall no matter how attractive the man might be. With one final kiss, they parted ways as she hurried to our connecting flight gate.

When she finished her story, I had to sit cross legged to hide the throbbing erection in my shorts. She giggled, giving it a quick squeeze before anyone could see. Before I could say anything, they announced that boarding was beginning. I thought of every non-sexual image I could imagine to try and get my hard-on to go down. Eventually it subsided and we made our way through the gate and onto our plane. We sat down, this time on a flight that was even empty than the other, no surprise given the late hour and that it was the last flight of the day. The plane took off and onceit got to cruising altitude, I put my arm around my wife and leaned in kissing her.

"So.... when do I get join the mile high club?" I asked playfully. In a mock serious tone, she corrected me that that only counts to getting laid while in flight, not for just a blowjob or getting finger fucked. So technically, neither she nor her friend were members of the club yet.

"Still" I shrugged, "doesn't seem fair that you guys are in whatever club that is called, and I'm not". I did the best pouty face I could muster. "Besides, I guarantee it won't take me very long".

She turned red a little and then looked around the plane nervously. She gave me another quick kiss and then reached down, unbuttoning my shorts. She pulled the zipper down and reached in freeing my cock. One last glance and her head dropped down to my lap where I felt her exquisite lips encase my aching cock. I looked around noticing that the few people on the flight were either minding their own business or were already asleep.

She pumped her mouth up and down, her lips tight around the shaft of my cock, as she licked the underside with her tongue. My mind imagined how he must have felt, having this cute little chunky married cocksucker blowing his dick. I pictured the moment when he came into her mouth, filling her with his spicy seed as she drunk it down. I looked down watching her head bob in my lap and that was it. My cock twitched inside her mouth and my balls tightened. I arched up a little, driving my cock deeper into her pressing my cock against her throat. I felt my spine melt as I started to come, emptying my jizz into her warm wet mouth. An intense orgasm racked my body as I looked around the plane and then down at her mane of chestnut hair in my lap, knowing that she was taking two different loads in her mouth tonight.

As my orgasm subsided and my cock shrank, she pumped my cock with her hand a couple of times to get every drop before sitting up, wiping her lips with her finger. She looked around again making sure no one had seen her. I quickly zipped up my shorts, stuffing my wet sticky spent cock back in and buttoned my shorts back up. I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips a little. She hopped up and went to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later.

"My turn" she whispered as she motioned for me to move. I slid over and she once again took the window seat. She draped the blanket over her lap and practically grabbed my hand and placing it on her inner thigh. I moved my hand towards her crotch and to my surprise found her bare pussy. I looked at her, a little confused.

"What?" she said, wondering what I was making a face for.

"Uhm... where are your panties" I asked.

"Oh! That. Well, I sorta gave them to Rick", she blushed a little. "Souvenir. I thought he might like to have them. To remember me by." She giggled a little.

I smiled, understanding. I let my hand brush across her pussy, her eyes closing and tilting her head back. I proceeded to finger and rub her pussy and before long her body started shaking. She was soaking wet as I rubbed my finger faster on her swollen clit and pistoned my fingers inside her. Soon she grabbed my wrist as her body tensed and I felt her cunt squeezing my fingers as she came. Her mouth parted, her lips puffed out as she moaned quietly, the roar of the plane's engines drowning her out. I continued to rub her until she started to go limp and I slowly pulled my fingers from her slit and out the leg of her shorts. She sighed contently.

After a couple of minutes she sat up and we arranged ourselves to try and get at least a little more sleep before we landed in Florida. I switched seats with her, letting her lay back against me just as she had done with Rick. I put my arms around her and she snuggled against my chest.

"Ok, one new rule though" I exclaimed. "From here on out, any time we are going to be flying somewhere, you have to wear a skirt, preferably with no panties. That way it makes things more accessible. For me and for... whoever else you might meet."

She sighed tiredly. "Agreed. I can support that idea completely". And with that, we both dozed off to sleep.