The Middle Seat

"I'm not switching my seat," the man said, catching my wife Becca and me off-guard. Not in a million years did I think he wpuld actually refuse. The line behind us on the airplane was getting impatient.

"Are you sure you don't want the window seat? It's much more comfortable," my wife suggested. The middle-aged man sitting before us seemed unmoved. He looked like he was coming back from a business trip, having already removed his suit jacket and placed it on the back of his seat. The arms of dress shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up. He looked like a stern, no-nonsense kind of man, who would normally be clean-shaven but allowed some scruff to grow back on his face after his trip.

"If it's so comfortable, then by all means, take your assigned seat," he replied, with no indication he planned on moving to even allow one of us to get in there. We had splurged on this trip to Portugal as a second honeymoon fot out ten year anniversary, but cut corners on the flight back. When the airline said that seats would be randomly assigned unless we paid an additional fee, we had imagined it would still sit passengers flying together next to one another.

"Is there a problem I can help with?" a flight attendant asked from a few rows down. My wife looked back at me.

"What should we do?" Becca asked. I didn't really have a back up plan.

"Do you want the window or aisle seat?" I asked her in return. She looked defeated.

"I guess I'll take the aisle," she replied, stepping forward to allow the man to get up and me to move in, but the man remainded seated. Now he was just being a dick.

"It's not a terribly long flight anyway," I said to her, and not wanting to put up more of a fight, I put both of our carry-ons in the overhead bin before attempting to scoot past the man into the window seat. However, before I made it fully past him, my left foot bumped into the seat leg in front of me, and I fell square in his lap. I heard him grunt from the impact, and I got up as quickly as I could, but I couldnt help but notice the lingering sensation of his member through his slacks. Surely he couldn't be hard right now, I thought to myself. But, then that would mean the heft I felt was just from him being soft, which was even more astounding. Trying to recover from the embarassment, I quickly sat down in the window seat.

"This is going to be a long flight," he muttered to himself as my wife took her seat next to the aisle. After the rest of thr passengers found their seats, I noticed my wife digging around in her handbag.

"Babe, do you have my charger?" she asked me. I shook my head.

"I think it's in our luggage," I replied, and she sighed. She unbuckled her seatbelt, stood up, and opened the overhead bin. As she reached her arms up, her shirt rose, exposing her bare stomach. I felt flushed, beginning to remember some of the nights at the hotel during our trip, and I felt my erection growing. Then. as I was ogling Becca, I noticed the man next to me also taking in the view as my wife struggled to find her charger. I thought about saying something, but I was at a loss for words when I saw the outline of his cock through his slacks, confirming what I felt earlier was only it while soft. I didn't notice my erection getting stronger.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to take our seat. We're preparing for take-off," the flight attendant from earlier said. Frustrated, my wife closed the bin and plopped back down to her seat.

"You can use my charger," the man offered, an uncharacteristic act of generosity. He gestured to the wire plugged in to the seat in front of him. It was currently attached to his phone, which was place in the mesh net by his feet. Becca was taken aback.

"Oh... that's so kind. Thank you," she replied, expecting him to hand her the wire, but he made no movement. After a moment, she realized he expected her to reach over herself, and she hesitantly complied. She leaned forward and reached over his legs to the phone in the net, now giving us a view of her cleavage. I felt my cock stiffen again, and couldn't help but sneak another glance at the outline of his cock, which he began to flex to make it rub against his pantleg as he watched my wife.

When she unplugged his phone from the charger, the lock screen turned on, revealing an image of a massive, uncut cock, resting over a woman's eyes. My wife quickly turned off the lockscreen and dropped it back into the net, clearly flustered. In her shock, she let go of the wire as well, meaning she'd have to learn over again to retrieve it. Wanting to spare her the embarassment, I reached over and grabbed it for her. I held it out over the man's lap for her to grab, and as she reached out to take it from me, I saw her eyes catch sight of the man's hard-on, confirming for herself that he was the owner of the beast she saw on the phone. Her eyes widened from the realization, and she looked over to me before looking back down at my own erection. Our eyes met, but we said nothing as she took the charger, plugged the phone in, and waited for the plane to take off.

A few hours had passed by, and the cabin was now in night mode after we all had our in-flight meal. I was trying to rest my eyes, but for some reason couldn't manage to fall asleep. I could hear the light snoring of the man next to me, and after a few more minutes of failing to snooze, I heard my wife get up to go to the bathroom. I opened my eyes to watch her leave, and before I closed them again, I couldn't resist sneaking a glance at the man's crotch. Lo and behold, his erection was back, and as hard as ever.

Admittedly, I had found myself curious from time to time about the same sex, but had never acted on it. The closest experience I had was when Becca and I were in Vegas a few years ago. We had hit it off with this other couple we met at the hotel bar on our first night there, and the two wives became instant friends. They coordinated most of the trip for all of us to go to places together, and on the last night, we all found ourselves in the same hotel room. We didn't swap partners or anything- we moreso just had fun with our spouses while the other couple was right next to us. But there was one moment, when both me and the other husband stood on opposite sides of the bed while we fucked our wives from behind while the women faced each other. Before long, our wives couldn't resist, and they began to make out while our cocks rammed into them. The sight gave me extra vigor, but my eyes ended up wandering to the ass of the of the other woman, and the way her cheeks rippled from each impact. Eventually, I found myself looking at thr cock pleasuring her, and my thoughts became more and more curious before my wife interrupted them by asking me to flip her over.

More effeminate men never really had a pull on me, because women were just so much more desirable in every way. However, since that night, I found myself occassionally stealing glances at gruffer men at the gym or at clubs. Just as I was now with the man next to me, the sight of his bulge making me hornier and hornier.

Without a second thought, I looked over to the aisle across from us, which only had an elderly couple that was fast asleep. I looked back to the restrooms and saw the one my wife had entered was still occupied. Then, eased by the snoring of the man next to me, I began to slowly caress my cock through my jeans.

The dam of thoughts I had been holding back had burst open. I began to wonder what it would feel like to hold his cock in my hand. The warmth of it, the stickyness of using his precum as lubricant to stroke it up and down. I wondered if it might smell as good as the cologne he was wearing, and eventually I began to wonder about the taste. How would it feel in my mouth and against my tongue? How would his ballsack feel against my lips? Then, new thoughts began to invade. Did my wife wonder the same thing when she saw his lockscreen? Or when she saw his erection earlier? I knew she had a high sex drive, and would be naive to think the thought hadn't crossed her mind. What was more surprising was much more uncomfortable my cock felt in my jeans at the thought.

Eventually, I could no longer resist, and I quietly unbuckled my belt and scooted my jeans down enough so the bulge of my cock through my boxers could breathe. I could see the wet spot my precum left, and nearly moaned as I touched my cock again without the barrier of my jeans. However my heart stopped as I felt a strong arm grab my wrist.

I looked over to the man next to me, and surely enough, he was awake. However, he didn't look mad or surprised at what I was doing. Instead, I held my breath as he pulled my arm over and placed my hand directly on his bulge. My cock twitched at the sensation of his cock on my palm, and I looked over to him again. He met my eyes, and made an impatient motion of his head back towards his cock, telling me to get to work. I complied.

I opened my hand and began firmly rubbing his cock through his slacks while I reached under my boxers with the other to stroke my cock. I could feel his own wet spot forming at his tip, and I felt proud at the reaction I was able to conjure from him. After a few moments, he grabbed my hand again and placed it on his belt. I quickly brought my other hand over to undo it, and pulled down his slacks along with his boxers to his knees. His cock stood firmly in the air at full mast.

With only a moment of hesitation I grabbed his cock, savoring the warmth radiating from it. I pulled my own cock out from my boxers, and began to stroke the both of us, my eyes firmly planted at the way his foreskin glided up and down his shaft. Once again, he grabbed my hand, and placed my fingers at his tip, coating their tips with his precum. Then he moved my hand back up to my face, and I took them in my mouth without thinking twice. I felt another splurge of precum leak from my cock as I tasted his off my fingertips. I took a moment to savor the salty taste, before he let go of my hand and now placed it on the back of my head.

I realized what was happening next, and immediately fumbled to raise the armrest as he guided my face down to his cock. Without wasting anytime, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his head. I let my head rest there for a second, while my tongue eagerly attacked his tip, collecting as much precum as it could find before beginning to swirl around his tip and under his foreskin. I could hear his breathing intensify, which only made me want to work harder. Eventually, I found myself out of my seat and fully on my knees, urgently worshipping the cock in front of me.

I licked his shaft up and down, knowing it was too thick and I was too amateur to try and swallow it. After coating it all over with my saliva, I realized there was something I could swallow. Continuing to stroke his cock, my mouth slowly made its way down to his balls. I looked up at him as my mouth clamped down to suckle his ballsack, and it was then that I locked eyes with Becca, standing above us.

My heart stopped, but for some reason, I couldn't pull myself away from the cock in front of me. I continued to look into my wife's eyes as I stuck my tonge out and rested it below his scrotum so it could bounce against it as I stroked him. My wife watched for a few more moments without saying a word, and then, while still looking at me, began to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing her bra and cleavage underneath. Continuing to look at me, she knelt down in her seat, bent over, grabbed the man's stubbled face, and pulled him into a kiss. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, which made mine twitch in turn.

Starting gentle at first, the kiss soon became more passionate, both of their mouths opening to greet each other's tongues while I continued to suck away. After a minute, she broke away from the kiss, and pulled his head into her breasts. He immediately got to work, groping her passionately as he smothered himself in her bosom. While he did this, she began to tie up her hair in a ponytail, and once she was done, she moved him away to bend over even further to begin sucking the head of his cock.

Becca's eyes met mine again from above while serviced his cock from both top and bottom. Our tongues met each other, and we kissed briefly before he grabbed Becca's head and shoved it down on his cock, forcing her to swallow it whole. "It's about damn time I get a proper blowjob," he said, bobbing her head up and down his cock. Not wanting to do nothing, I continued to make myself useful and returned to his nuts. I could see Becca rubbing her pussy as her head was forced to deepthroat his member.

"Have you ever joined the mile high club?" he asked my wife without releasing his grip. She did her best to gargle out a response while choking on his cock, one that I knew wouldn't be affirmative. "Well today's your lucky day." He finally let her come up for air, but before she could even take a breather, he forced her to lay over his lap while he yanked down her pants and began fingering her pussy. After a minute of warming her up as she quietly moaned in his lap, he took out his fingers and held them out to me. "Remember your wife's flavor, she's gonna taste a whole lot different soon enough," he ordered, and complied by eagerly sucking her juices off his fingers.

Then, he nudged me to the side with his leg, had my wife stand before him, and slowly guided her down to sit on his cock. My wife clapped her hand on her mouth to stop herself from crying out as he stretched her folds. "The moment I saw you walking down that aisle, I knew I had to have you," he admitted, and she began bouncing up and down his cock. Mesmerized, I watched the ripples of her ass as it slapped against his thighs. Each glimpse I got of his cock inside of her made me hornier and hornier, until I couldn't help myself but crawl forward again and place my head in between both of their crotches. I placed my hands on his legs as I began to lick both of their genitalia as she rode his cock. Overwhelmed with pleasure, she grabbed my head and pushed it further into her pussy. My senses were overloaded with the taste and smell of both of them, and the feeling of their flesh against my face. "Get ready for an emergency landing," he said, and he grabbed both of my wife's arms and pulled her down as far as he could onto his cock before I began to feel him release into her.

She couldn't stop herself from letting out a low moan as she orgasmed on his cock while he filled her with his cum. I began to feel it drip out onto my tongue as I diligently kept up my duties. "We still have four more hours until we land. Let's see just how much I can fill her up. But first-" he slowly lifted her off his cock and placed her in my seat. "You should clean the both of us, starting with me," he said, flexing his still hard cock, coated in her juices and his cum. I inhaled its scent deeply before opening my mouth up and getting to work.