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"High" Jacking
by Lisa Rains (lisaRains65@aol.com)

***

A hot wife enjoys a sexy, big-dicked stranger on a red-
eye flight, playing with his cock and sharing him with a 
fun-loving flight attendant, while her husband sits, 
unaware, just five rows from the action. (FFM, mast, 
voy, swinger, size, rom)

***

It's been more than three years and to this day I'll 
never know what came over me on that red-eye flight back 
to Baltimore. I've never done anything like it before or 
since. I’m not that kind of woman (or at least I didn't 
think I was). Sometimes it seems like I just dreamed it.

But I can't forget the exhilarating, sweeping sense of 
power and erotic ecstasy it gave me handling that 
handsome stranger's huge cock -- and the dirty fun of 
sharing him with the flight attendant. My God! I'm 
cringing and blushing just writing this. It's both the 
most shameful and most thrilling experience I ever had. 

What made me do it? Who knows? Maybe it was the fact 
that my husband Bill and I had been bickering during 
that whole week-long vacation to Seattle. It was 
supposed to be a romantic getaway. I had looked forward 
to lots of long nights of hot sex. But instead, we 
fought the whole time. By the time we were ready to 
board the midnight flight I was feeling two very 
dangerous emotions: extreme sexual frustration and the 
angry urge to get back at Bill somehow.

We were both sulking by the time the flight was called, 
standing away from each other. I was about seven people 
behind him in the very short boarding line. I could see 
it was going to be a pretty empty flight. There were 
only about 20 of us on a plane that held more than 100 
people. 

I’m not sure what made me drop my purse. I guess part of 
it was simple sleep-deprived clumsiness. I was not only 
angry and frustrated that night, I was also tired. The 
past few nights had been spent in those bitter, 
exhausting arguments that go nowhere. So I was in a bit 
of a fog as I watched my husband board ahead of me. I 
reached in my purse to get my boarding pass and it slid 
off my shoulder and fell to the floor, some of its 
contents spilling out. I started to bend down to pick it 
up. But before I got the chance, I felt a reassuring 
hand on my shoulder gently compelling me to remain 
upright. 

Out of nowhere, a powerfully built man in a sleeveless T 
shirt and ragged gray sweat pants had stepped up from 
behind me in line and was kneeling before me, picking up 
my lipstick, my compact, my keys and my wallet; placing 
them back in my purse.

I hadn't noticed him before and still couldn't see his 
face. But it was pretty clear he worked out regularly. 
Under his backpack, his back and shoulders were broad, 
and his arms were well toned. Not an ounce of fat on 
him. His body was firm and fit without that gym-rat, 
overkill, body-builder muscularity. I remember thinking, 
albeit subconsciously, "Hmm, where was this guy when I 
was single?" It was just innocent musing; a vague 
fantasy -- I thought.

But when he'd refilled my purse and rose to hand it to 
me, I felt something overwhelming happen. It was 
something I hadn't felt in years -- with Bill or anyone 
else: Instant, full-out arousal. He had an incredibly 
gentle, yet masculine face; clear blue eyes, bright 
teeth. But it was more than just good looks. It was his 
smile that got me. He was flashing me a broad grin 
brimming with overconfident sexual innuendo. No. More 
than "innuendo," more than "overconfident." That smile 
can only be described as arrogant. 

I think that's what lit me up: The disarming boldness of 
it. He was standing less than two feet away, smiling at 
me as though... (How can I put this?)... as though he 
owned me, as though he were claiming me with his eyes. 
He looked deep into me and held the look for a length of 
time that should have felt rude. But instead of feeling 
violated and angry, I was suddenly on fire. I could 
actually feel my face flush, my pussy dampen and my 
nipples harden. And just as I became aware of the last-
named sensation, I saw him drop his eyes to my tits and 
nod approvingly, his smile becoming even broader.

"Uh...Th -- thank you," I said, taking the purse from 
him. My hands were actually trembling. I found it hard 
to catch my breath. Jesus, I thought, what the fuck is 
this? 

After what seemed like an eternity, he "released" me. 
(Yes that's what it felt like, as if he were releasing 
me from his spell.) He shifted his backpack and moved 
farther back in the line where he'd presumably come 
from. 

I recovered somewhat, presented my boarding pass and 
started moving down the gangway. By the time I reached 
the entrance to the plane, I had almost put it behind 
me. My mind returned to my anger at my husband. Our 
boarding passes said Row 17 B and C. And as I moved in, 
I noticed Bill was sitting in his assigned seat (the 
middle one). But I decided to be spiteful and moved all 
the way back to Row 22 -- the last row. I took the 
window seat, sat back and closed my eyes a moment 
feeling that "guess-I-showed-you" sense of victory. I 
was almost asleep when I heard a woman's voice asking, 
"Can I get you a pillow and blanket?"

I opened my eyes to see a lovely playful-looking blond 
flight attendant smiling at me. "Yes," I said. "That 
would be nice."

"All by yourself?" she asked. 

For some baffling reason, I answered truthfully. "I’m 
flying with my husband," I said, "but we're having some 
marital problems. I'd rather sit by myself if it's okay. 
He's up there in Row 17. If this seat is assigned, I'll 
move somewhere else. Is that cool?"

The attendant, whose name tag identified her as "Leah," 
gave me a conspiratorial smile and said, "Sure, no 
problem."

Then she handed me the blanket and pillow and added. 
"I've been there, done that. Sometimes we have to teach 
our guys how we need to be treated. You give him this 
nice long six-hour flight to wonder and long for you and 
he'll be eating out of your hand by the time you get to 
Baltimore." She turned her eyes toward the front of the 
plane and her smile broadened, "Wow, looks like you may 
have some nice diverting company tonight."

I looked where she was looking and felt my heart start 
pounding. There was the sexy stranger who had picked up 
my purse and set me momentarily on fire, making his way 
toward the back of the plane.

"Mmm," Leah said. "What a hunk! Now that's a 'man 
vacation' I wouldn't mind taking."

"A what?" I asked.

"Oh it's just an expression, something that has helped 
me stay married for six years. Every now and then I have 
to take a little break from the every-day and enjoy 
some... well let's call it 'new scenery'. I love my 
husband, but a gal has to 'get away' now and then to 
keep her sanity. Don’t you think?"

I'm not sure what I would have said, but before I could 
answer, Leah had stepped back, ceding room to the man 
who had stopped at the aisle seat in my row.

And as he hoisted his backpack up to the luggage 
compartment, I noticed something stunning, something 
that took my breath away and gave me an even stronger 
wave of gooseflesh than I'd felt back in the line: As he 
stretched his arms up and stood on his toes to tuck the 
backpack into the overhead, the front of his sweatpants 
tightened against him. And there, pushing against that 
stretchy gray wool was a bulge so big as to seem not 
even real. That couldn't be all him, I thought. Not only 
was it huge, it was rock hard and pressing relentlessly 
against the crotch of those sweatpants. My heavens, I 
thought, I could hang my entire wardrobe on that thing 
if I could find big enough hanger handles.

It was so fascinating I couldn't stop looking and to my 
utter mortification, he caught me staring! Again he 
smiled at me as though he owned me. I turned my red face 
to the window, trying not to hyperventilate and he sat 
down right beside me -- not in the aisle seat, but in 
the middle seat.

He didn't actually touch me but I could feel his 
nearness on the nerves of my skin. My flesh felt hot, 
and again I could sense a hardness in my nipples and 
dampness in my pussy.

I kept turned away hoping I would calm down as a 
disembodied voice through the speakers went through the 
emergency procedures. 

And then, mercifully, we were airborne.

I continued to fake sleep until I heard the sound of 
slow, heavy breathing beside me. Finally, I worked up 
the nerve to look over and saw that his eyes were 
closed. His head was tilted back in the seat and he 
appeared to be sleeping. His face was calm and peaceful, 
just as attractive as I remembered from moments ago. The 
muscles of his arms, chest and stomach were still smooth 
and tight, even in the relaxed state of sleep.

At last, I summoned the courage to look again at the 
bulge in his lap and sure enough, I hadn't hallucinated 
it. It was even more obvious as he sat snoozing, legs 
apart pelvis hunched forward. It was enormous, standing 
up strong and hard, making a pronounced "tent" in the 
crotch of his sweatpants. And this time, because the 
seat bottom was taking up some of the slack in the 
fabric of his sweats, I could see the clear impression 
of the fullness of his balls. They looked so wonderfully 
"bounce-able." I started wondering (absentmindedly of 
course) if it would wake him up if I were to reach down 
and feel them, ever-so-briefly, in the palm of my hand.

There was no one in the set of seats in front of me or 
the ones across the aisle. The closest passenger to me 
was an elderly man in the window seat two rows ahead and 
across the aisle. So I was virtually alone with this 
compelling stranger. My heart was pounding harder by the 
minute. I had never been unfaithful to Bill, even in our 
rockiest times. I'd always thought of myself as 
monogamous. So I was at once scared and titillated by 
the realization that this man -- this total stranger 
(even sound asleep) -- was filling me with off-the-
charts excitement. Had these longings been building 
inside me without my realizing it? Or did his nearness 
just create them all of a sudden? Either way, there was 
no denying that I was feeling like a very naughty girl.

My reverie was broken as I became aware of Leah coming 
down the aisle from the back with a drink cart. "How are 
you doing?" she whispered, grinning at me. This time I 
could see more of the wild beauty in her face. She was 
pretty obviously a fun-lover and far more at home with 
her naughtiness than I was with mine. "You want a 
cocktail?"

"No thanks," I said wrapping the blanket around me. I 
didn't want to risk taking a drink in the strange mood I 
was in. I was already feeling a wild craziness building 
in me. 

Leah looked at the face of the man beside me. "I guess 
I'll let him sleep he's out like a light and..." And I 
saw her eyes fall to the amazing prominence between his 
legs. "Oh My Gracious!" she whispered, her eyes widening 
with undisguised delight. "Can you believe that?"

I blushed a little, embarrassed. But it would have been 
phony to pretend I was immune and indifferent to what 
was so clearly intriguing both of us. "It's amazing, 
isn't it?" I whispered.

"Do you think it's really all him?" she asked? "Or did 
he get past security carrying a doorknob attached to the 
handle of a sledgehammer?" We both giggled, as quietly 
as we could so as not to wake him. "Oh man," Leah said, 
"Wouldn't you love to take it out and play with it?"

I pretended to be shocked. "Of course not," I lied. "I'm 
a married woman."

"Oh come on," Leah whispered. "This qualifies as a 
special circumstance. I mean husbands are wonderful. But 
sometimes the laws of nature take precedence over 
marriage vows. He obviously likes you. He came back here 
and sat right down in the seat beside you. I'm assigning 
you to be the researcher here. You know we're both dying 
to see it and handle it. And since you're the one he 
likes, you have to be the one to do it." She smiled and 
her eyes were lit like a little girl's amazed and 
curious and shamelessly honest. Right then and there, I 
decided I trusted her. We were partners in crime. Two 
married women whose husbands were, for the time being, 
the last things on our minds.

"You're crazy," I said. "I don't do that sort of thing. 
Besides, even if he wanted to... umm. 'get into 
something,' with me, people come down this aisle to get 
to the restrooms."

Leah laughed again. "You're such a naïve innocent," she 
said. "That's why the airlines provide blankets. You can 
use it to cover him up. Do I have to tell you 
everything?"

I shook my head, "Oh I can't believe I even brought up 
the subject of logistics. I'm a married woman I can't 
even let my mind work this way."

Leah made a face at me and stuck out her tongue. "Spoil 
sport!" she said, and after taking one last longing look 
at the imprint of his big dick, she started to push the 
cart farther down the hall. But then she stopped again 
and turned back. "Okay," she whispered, "But here's the 
deal: If you DO allow yourself to give in to temptation, 
you have to make him show it to me, okay? I mean I'll 
cover for you, but you have to include me in the action, 
okay?"

"I'm not going to..." I started.

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "But if you DO, promise me 
you'll let me see it and maybe play with it a little 
with you. I’m burning up with curiosity."

"Okay, okay," I laughed quietly. "I promise. Now get 
away and let me sleep." I said it just to get her off my 
back.

When she left, my heart began to slow down a little. I 
turned my face back to the window and thought it through 
logically. I had punished Bill by sitting back here away 
from him. He would want me like crazy by the time we 
arrived in Baltimore. We would make up later and we 
would have some good, fiery reconciliation sex. I would 
fantasize about this stud as Bill fucked me and it would 
be out of my system.

I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep, thinking 
that was the end of it.

***

I don't know how much time went by. I was in a deep 
sleep, still turned on my left side and facing the 
window, when I felt something. I began to stir a little 
and realized someone was stroking me, moving his hand 
smooth and slow from my right shoulder, down my right 
arm, over my belly and down to the inside of my right 
thigh. A little alarm was going off in me telling me I 
should be outraged, that I should put an immediate stop 
to it. But I was still half asleep and it felt so-oo 
good. It felt like just what I needed. Somehow, I was 
powerless to move.

Then I could feel his warm breath on the side of my face 
as he moved his hand in wider circles and kept it more 
focused on my inner thigh. Again, I knew I should sit up 
abruptly and say, "Hey cool, it buster, what the fuck do 
you think you're doing?!" But he was touching me with 
such overwhelming confidence. I just couldn't will 
myself to stir from the state of sleepy eroticism that 
was pouring through me and warming me. "W-What are you 
doing?" I murmured. It came out more like a sigh.

"Shhh," he said, and he began kissing the side of my 
face, tenderly but with real authority. There's a 
certain spot, under my ear where my jaw meets my neck. I 
call it my "secret spot." I love when Bill kisses me 
there. Nothing gets me more aroused. But he hadn't 
bothered to kiss me there in a long time. How did this 
total stranger know I liked it?

"What are you doing?" I asked again, but with even less 
conviction than the first time.

"Shhh," he repeated and he turned me toward him. When my 
face was just inches from his, he smiled, stroked my 
face and kissed me full on the mouth. It felt heavenly. 
His breath was fresh and sweet. I wondered about mine 
but he set me at ease by saying "Mmm, you kiss great." 
And he kissed me again.

I felt a rush of heat roll through me and I kissed him 
back, hard and passionately. I heard him sigh and moan a 
little. "Yeah, that's good," he said. "Hold still." And 
with that he moved away slightly, lifted the arm of the 
seat up and slid it into the slot and out of our way. He 
covered us both with the blanket and began kissing me 
again. 

And again I kissed him back with all my might. I was 
tingling all over. 

I was wearing a bulky sweater over a T shirt and no bra. 
He slid his hands underneath and began to rub my 
breasts, taking his time, spending long moments on one, 
then moving to the other. I have always felt a little 
self-conscious about my tits. They're small and I know 
Bill wishes they were bigger.

But this stranger was handling them so expertly and with 
such deep enjoyment, he made me feel proud of them. 
"Mmm," he said. "They're so pert and lovely. They feel 
so great in my hands. I've gotta taste them." It was way 
more of a statement than a request.

I closed my eyes and shivered at his words. "Okay," I 
heard my own voice whisper softly. I felt so wild and 
nasty.

His head disappeared under the blanket and I felt him 
take my right breast into his mouth. He rolled his 
tongue around the nipple, then teasingly moved his mouth 
up to the area above the nipple, then below, then back 
to the nipple again. He moved to the left one and gave 
it little nibbling kisses that sent thrilling shockwaves 
all through my body. 

He alternated between them, making me feel like a queen 
as I kept watch for people coming up the aisle.

I’m not sure exactly when he got my belt undone and slid 
my jeans and panties down (I was in another world). But 
at some point I realized they were around my ankles and 
he was sliding the side of his right index finger back 
and forth over my clit. My knees were wide apart and I 
was gushing. 

It was a long time before he actually put his fingers 
inside me. It's hard to explain, but it was like he was 
being a "gentleman," if that makes any sense. I mean by 
this time I know he knew he had me. I was like warm 
Jell-O in his hands. But still he was extending 
something like "good manners" to me, waiting a nice long 
while before finger-fucking me.

When he finally did get to it, I was completely out of 
my mind. He put two fingers in and slid them in and out, 
each time making sure to come all the way up to 
stimulate my clit.

Several times, people came up the aisle to the restroom. 
When they did, we kept the blanket over us and pretended 
to be sound asleep. No one passing by could tell we were 
even touching, much less that he had his fingers deep in 
my sopping wet pussy.

When they went back to their seats, he resumed the 
finger-fucking, all the while kissing my neck and 
squeezing me, with passion but not too hard, with his 
left arm.

At one point, I couldn't resist anymore, the combination 
of sheer curiosity, intrigue and the powerful desire to 
please him overcame me and I reached down to his lap and 
put my hand on that humongous baseball bat of his 
straining against his sweatpants.

By this time I was so sex-drunk that I had no 
inhibitions left. I heard the words coming from my lips 
but couldn't believe it was me saying them. I was 
absolutely crazy. "Take these pants down," I moaned 
softly into his ear. "Let me get my hands on this big 
bare prick." 

In the dim light, I could see him smile with pride. He 
was making me a crazy cock-craving whore and he loved 
it. He lifted his sexy ass up off the seat and undid the 
bow of the drawstring. Then he slid his sweatpants down 
to his ankles. He wasn't wearing underpants. (Somehow it 
was the perfect, nasty touch.) No one was nearby so we 
moved the blanket away and I finally feasted my eyes on 
that gigantic dick. 

Whoa! I almost fainted at the sight of it. Not only was 
it the hugest cock I'd ever seen (a terrible 
understatement), it was also the hardest. I just sat 
there looking for a few minutes before I even touched 
it. It looked so beautiful! A crystal pearl of precum 
glistened on the tip. And his balls were amazing too. So 
powerful looking. 

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I reached down 
with my left hand and started jacking him. At first I 
was a little intimidated and overwhelmed by the size of 
it. But soon, I was really going to town. I jacked him 
faster and faster, keeping my palm toward the top of his 
dick, just under the head, where I knew all the feeling 
was. "Yeah, yeah, perfect," he said. "Just like that." 

Now and then I would tease him, slowing down and 
pretending I was going to stop jacking him. Of course it 
was all in fun (no way I had the willpower to stop now). 
But he didn't let me get away with it. "No, no, no, no. 
Don't stop!" he whispered. "If you slow down I'm going 
to take you over my lap right here in this seat and 
spank your ass so hard, people in first class will hear 
you crying!"

We both laughed, but I sure quickened the pace again.

Oh, man! It made me so giddy. The sound of him urging me 
to continue the pleasure I was giving him, coupled with 
his thrusts up and down in rhythm with my strokes gave 
me a heady sense of power. I was working his enormous 
dick and controlling his pleasure with my hand! It was 
all like some strange drug, taking me right out of my 
mind.

And I loved the way his fantastic balls moved up and 
down in time with my jacking. His sack was tight around 
them, holding them firm, the imprint of them clear and 
hard. It looked like he had two golf balls in there. Now 
and then I would change hands and jack his big dick with 
my right hand so I could bounce those beauties with my 
left.

I still don't know what there was about this man that 
made me unable to resist him, but it felt great to know 
I had the power to thrill him as long as I had this 
colossal cock in my hands. 

"God I love this amazing dick. How am I doing?" I 
whispered in his ear, fishing for compliments. (I knew I 
was doing great!)

He just moaned and grinned wider.

I figured this was the time to bring up the subject of 
Leah. He was getting bigger and harder by the minute and 
he was gushing gallons of precum. I took some of it on 
my hand and used it to lube the shaft of that enormous 
rod of his and asked him: "Would you... um, would you 
mind if I showed off a little?" 

"Huh?" he asked. 

"You see that lovely flight attendant? Leah? Well we 
were talking about you before you woke up and she told 
me she would help cover for us if I would let her see 
your dick and watch me jack it."

A huge grin covered his face. "Oh yeah!" he said.

"I thought you'd agree," I whispered. I reached up and 
pressed the stewardess call button on the panel above 
me. Then, just to play up the mystery, I covered both 
our laps with the blanket. 

Instantly I saw Leah moving eagerly up the aisle toward 
us. She stood smiling in the aisle looking down at us, a 
huge nasty smile on her face. "I thought you rang for 
me," she said, loud enough for some of the passengers to 
hear. "But it looks as though you have matters well in 
hand."

"See for yourself," I whispered. And with that, I pulled 
the blanket off both of us like I was opening a stage 
curtain, exposing that wondrous cock, and incidentally, 
my bare wet pussy. (By this time both his sweatpants and 
my jeans were totally off. We had long since worked our 
feet out of the pantlegs and were nude from the waist 
down.

Leah's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Her hand flew 
to her mouth in amazement. "Oh my God! Look at it!" she 
said. 

"Oh I have been," I said, gloating. "And jacking it and 
bouncing his balls for good measure."

"Oh man it's 'good measure' all right. And look at all 
that precum. Looks as though you've been doing a pretty 
good job on him."

"I haven't heard him complain," I laughed. 

It was then that she noticed my pants and underpants 
were off and that my cunt was bare and sopping wet. "And 
look at you," she said. "The airline will bill you to 
get those pussy-juice stains out of the seat. I bet he's 
been priming you like mad."

"Oh yes," I said. "He definitely knows his way around a 
woman's pussy."

Her eyes turned back to his cock again and, looking down 
the aisle to make sure no one was coming, she sat 
quickly down in the seat beside him. "I have GOT to get 
a better look at this amazing prick," she said. "Let me 
see you work him."

And I obeyed, wholeheartedly. I jacked him with renewed 
vigor, pumping my forearm up and down, sliding my hand 
from the bottom of the shaft (the heel of my hand 
touching the top of his balls) all the way up to the 
head of his penis, gathering precum to smear over him to 
"grease" the strokes.

"Wow," Leah said, truly impressed. "You are really 
really good at that. It looks like you've been jacking 
him all your life."

"I'm inspired," I said. "Wouldn't you be?" Again, I have 
to say this is simply not me. The woman I was just 
fifteen minutes before getting on that plane could never 
have done the things I was doing. I was clearly in some 
kind of trance. It was as though I were having a wild, 
erotic dream. All traces of morality and propriety had 
been left back at the Seattle gate.

Leah clapped her hands with delight as she watched. 
Then, almost timidly she asked: "Could I -- uh could I 
have a turn?"

"Well that's up to him," I told her. I let go of his 
dick and brought my mouth up close to his left ear and 
nuzzled it, running my tongue quickly around it. "What 
do you think," I whispered to him. "Do you mind if I 
share you with her?" He smiled wide, still with his eyes 
closed. And by way of answering, he shifted slightly to 
his right "pointing" that prodigious hard-on directly at 
her, inviting her to touch it.

Her right hand flew to it and she started jacking him 
like crazy. "Oh my golly," she said, laughing, "It's 
like iron, isn't it?...Oh man, if I could just get this 
dick in my pussy for fifteen minutes, I'd never ask God 
for another thing in all my life." 

She kept jacking him. She was pretty good at it I admit. 
I know he was having a great time. But I was itching to 
get it back in my own hand.

"Don't be greedy," I demanded. "I want another turn 
before you make him splatter his jism all over the tray 
table."

We both laughed and she reluctantly let go of his cock 
and allowed me to play with it again. She watched with 
keen interest, clearly entertained by what she was 
seeing. At one point, I noticed her slide her skirt up 
and slip her hand inside the waistband of her panties.

"You naughty girl," I teased. 

"I am so-oo turned on," she laughed. "You've already had 
YOUR pussy played with and juiced up. Now it's my turn -
- even if I DO have to do it myself."

"Poor baby," said the man (whose name I still had not 
learned). And, smiling benevolently, as if performing an 
act of kind charity, he reached his right hand over and 
"took over" for her, stimulating her cunt, just as he'd 
done mine. All the while, I continued to jack him.

Leah closed her eyes and sighed deeply I knew just how 
she felt. "Oh man, he does that so good, doesn't he?" 
she asked me. "I think your expert jacking is inspiring 
him. You look like you were born to do that."

"I was going to say you did it pretty good yourself," I 
said. My mind was still on my earlier comment -- the one 
about making him shoot and splattering sperm all over 
the tray table in front of us. All of a sudden the idea 
just leapt out of my mouth. "Wanna have a contest to see 
which of us can make him shoot?" I asked her. 

"Oh what a hot idea!" she said, moving her pelvis in 
synch with his rubbing of her pussy. "How shall we work 
it?"

We came up with the "rules" together. She would give him 
fifty strokes, while he rubbed my cunt. Then we would 
trade off. I would jack him fifty strokes while he 
fingered her cunt. Whoever made him cum would be 
declared the winner.

She took the first turn. I watched his face as he 
stroked my hot wet snatch and "fucked" Leah's hand. It 
was pretty clear he was on Cloud Nine. Here he was 
turning two gorgeous married women into nymphomaniacs, 
making us compete to see which of us could give him that 
ultimate thrill. He was just using us. Did I feel 
degraded? Of course I did. Did I feel cheap? Of course I 
did. Did it make me want to stop? 

No way.

Leah finished her fifty strokes and I took that monster 
cock back into my hand. I was just getting into the 
rhythm again when something made me look up and toward 
the front of the plane. My blood froze!

Bill was out of his seat and beginning to move up the 
aisle toward us. All of a sudden reality hit me in 
waves. In less than five seconds he would be standing at 
the end of the aisle. There would be no time to pull our 
pants back on. And even if we were able to pull the 
blanket over us in time, Bill would probably want to 
talk to me. He would want to either sit down beside me, 
or have me come back to my real seat beside him. And 
what was I going to say? "Sure hon, just let me slip my 
panties and jeans back over my wet, freshly fingered 
pussy and I'll be right with you."? I was so totally 
busted! 

For one dizzying, nasty moment, I enjoyed the brief 
flash of a fantasy. Maybe they would fight over me. I 
imagined them wrestling in the aisle, their bodies 
straining against each other (the stranger's strong bare 
ass tight and firm and on display for me.) The two of 
them like knights vying for my favors.

But of course, the truth is, I didn't want to see either 
one of them hurt. I just wished it weren't happening. 
All of a sudden, at that moment, I wanted to save my 
marriage more than I wanted anything. But it was too 
late.

Then, the miracle: Just like the cavalry coming in the 
nick of time, Leah jumped quickly to her feet and winked 
at me. "No cheating while I'm gone," she whispered, "You 
have to wait till I get back to play with him again." 
And she started moving fast down the aisle. She 
intercepted Bill about halfway between his row and ours.

"I'm sorry sir," I heard her tell him. "We're expecting 
turbulence. The captain has told us to keep passengers 
in their seats for the next few minutes."

"But --" I heard Bill tell her. 

"I'm sorry sir," Leah told him, politely but firmly. 
"It's just for the next ten minutes or so."

Bill looked back at me and shrugged, as if to say, 
"Sorry." And he reluctantly returned to his seat. Leah 
sat in the seat beside him, no doubt making sure he 
stayed put.

Instantly I was red hot again. I knew I had less than 
ten minutes. I pulled the stranger's face close to mine. 
"Are you ready to cum like you've never cum before?" I 
asked him and kissed his mouth hard and passionately.

He nodded and adjusted himself in the seat. I licked his 
ear and began jerking his massive penis again for all I 
was worth. My hand was flying up and down. He lifted his 
ass off the chair and thrust it up for me, giving me 
even better access. "Come on!" I whispered. "Do it for 
me! Make that big thing shoot for me! Let me see that 
cum fly out of you." (Where were those words coming 
from? I was craaaayzee!)

All of a sudden, I felt that fantastic steel tower of a 
cock start to twitch and convulse in spasms that 
actually made my arm jerk involuntarily. I could 
literally not hold it still.

He put his head back, closed his eyes and began to moan 
from way deep down in the core of him. I felt an 
astounding ecstatic rush of power surge through me, 
knowing I was making this huge cock deliver its payload. 
It was ME doing it!

And he let go with what seemed like gallons. The first 
"shot" gushed up more than three feet in the air -- an 
enormous mass of thick cream that did indeed spray the 
tray table in front of him. The second one was almost as 
big as the first and with the same amazing velocity. 
Part of this spurt also splattered the tray table. There 
were at least four more in quick succession and by the 
end, there was thick white-ish liquid all over my hand, 
all over his dick, all over the seat, and all over the 
floor in front of us. 

And then I felt an orgasm of my own coming. It was only 
then that I realized that while I'd been jacking him, I 
had been rubbing my clit against the smooth side of the 
seatbelt buckle. It was the wildest climax I've ever had 
-- before or since. We both sat back for a moment or 
two, exhausted. Not saying anything.

Then I pulled on my pants and underpants, buttoned my 
jeans and buckled my belt. I leaned down and kissed him, 
one last time. "I'll never forget you," I told him.  And 
I never have.

Later, as Bill and I got off the plane, I looked back 
one last time. The guy was asleep. Leah was using the 
blanket to mop up the area -- the seat, the floor, the 
tray table... Unseen by anyone else, she blew me a kiss 
and wagged her finger at me, naughty-naughty style, and 
mouthed the words "You cheated!"

Bill and I made up and had great sex that night. We're 
still together and I still love him very much. Needless 
to say, I never told him about that wild flight. But 
sometimes, while he's fucking me, I think about that 
mysterious stranger -- jacking him off and driving him 
crazy, trading off with Leah, and the "sinful" fun we 
had with him. And as Bill moans and thrusts away, I 
close my eyes and imagine that anonymous guy's big dick 
inside me, filling my pussy all the way up.

And on those occasions, Bill can't get over how wild and 
enthusiastically I cum.

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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