Shakes on a Plane

Shakes on a Plane

By MandJ24

Millie and I were flying back home after a trip to the west coast. We had decided on an early morning Saturday flight so the aircraft wasn't at capacity, which meant the two of us were lucky to have a row to ourselves for the journey (row 23, starboard side).

Let me give a bit of introduction in case this is your first story about us. I'm Jay, a decent looking guy, standing just under 6 feet and weighing 200 pounds. I could be firmer, but by no means am I flabby. My eyes are green and I have short brown hair.

Millie is my wonderful wife, a beautiful brown-eyed brunette a few years younger than myself. She is about 5'5" and has delicious curves up top and in the back. I've witnessed many men turn their heads for a second look and I never blamed them. What they didn't know from a glance is how intelligent and witty she is. And they'd probably be shocked if they knew about her naughty imagination and pseudo-secret hobby. You see, Millie is a hotwife and we've had quite a few adventures together - by ourselves, but also with other men and women. I'm finally getting around to writing down some of these. Hope you enjoy...

On this particular morning, we were returning home after a week in Los Angeles. Not my favorite place but at least you can find good Mexican food, something in short supply on the east coast. It was a five hour flight back, so we were happy to not be squeezed in like sardines. Millie took the window seat and I took the one by the aisle.

By the time we got in the air, most of the people around us had settled in for a little nap. That was my plan also, but the flight attendants came by with drinks & snacks, and then Millie piqued my interest with the new Odyssey movie she'd found on the in-flight entertainment. We only had one set of wired earphones between us, so we decided to share, meaning I had to move over to the middle seat. Millie was wearing a sexy orange sundress, which made that closeness very palatable, especially after we hinged up the seat arm and she draped her bare left leg over my right knee. In this situation, the best place to rest my right hand was on her bare (distractingly naked) thigh... about halfway up. She had her tray down, so nobody (including me) could see the goods, but I could actually feel the heat radiating from her.

We really did watch the movie for a while, but I was absent-mindedly stroking Millie's soft inner thigh the whole time. About 30 minutes in, I heard her give a little sigh... a sexy sigh. I looked up and saw that her face was a bit flushed. She flashed a sexy smile and then made a show of gently biting her lower lip. Oh. I glanced down and saw that her hard nipples were trying their best to tear through her bra and dress. Our eyes met again and this time she blinked and gave me a slight chin nod downward. Really? Now? Who was I to argue?

I slowly slid my hand up Millie's thigh until I encountered her lacy panties, which were barely hidden from my sight by the tray and dress. I heard Millie take a deep breath just as my fingers registered the delightful warmth and dampness of the thin fabric. I rested my hand upon her mound and looked back at her face. She bit her lip again and then whispered an almost silent "please" to me. Life with Millie is never dull.

Looking around at neighboring rows, I saw the majority of folks were napping. A few were reading and some were watching the in-flight entertainment while they sipped their drinks. One guy met my gaze, but only for a second before peeking at Millie's bare leg and then back to his book. I decided the best course of action was to watch the movie (or at least pretend) and try not to be noticed. A glance at Millie revealed she was taking the same approach.

Slowly, quietly, I began to caress between Millie's legs. I heard the faintest of moans before she realized and shut it down. My fingers gradually slid her panties over so that they full access to her soft lips. Her soft and very wet lips. I teased around the outside until she began to flex her hips forward and back, almost willing me to go further. I paused for a full twenty seconds, then eased my index finger inside as far as it would go. Again, she let out an indistinct whimper.

I began a slow and steady rhythm inside Millie's dripping pussy with one finger and then a second. Every third or fourth stroke, I brushed a fingertip past her swollen clit, which she seemed to like quite a lot judging from her movements. I was greatly enjoying this too, as evidenced by my extremely hard cock that was tenting my pants.

Millie looked over at me intently and I knew it was time to finish her. She bit her lip much harder this time as her orgasm started to build. I began rubbing her clit forcefully and her legs suddenly began to tremble and shiver. She came with an intensity that I'd rarely seen before, but she was somehow mostly silent except for the noise of her legs shaking against her tray, which caused a few heads to turn.

For at least thirty seconds, Millie shook and quivered through her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on my fingers in a death grip. Her eyes (which were very wide) were back on the screen, but I'm not sure anyone was buying it. As her spasms began to fade, she apparently decided to fake a laugh to disguise her actions. Nice try, but who laughs during a gory fight scene? The whole situation made me giggle though.

Gradually, the faces turned away and I genuinely didn't care what anyone thought. I was with the love of my life and I'd do anything to make her happy... in private or in public, alone or with others, whatever she wanted. Millie is truly a wild one and I wouldn't change a thing.