Mile-High Masturbation Club (L)

-Sorry if this is a little long, but this is a very true story that just happened to us-

When we boarded the flight back home from California, we were already feeling a little tired from the long trip. We looked at our boarding passes on the connection, and both sighed: C boarding level on Southwest Airlines, which meant middle seats and probably not together. We were both tired from the long week of work travel but excited to get home to see our kids. Her parents were in town watching them while we were gone and we’d get home too late to see them awake. As we boarded the plane, the flight attendants announced that all seats had been purchased and to take the first vacant one that we found. I found a middle seat in row 13 and the lady next to me was nice enough to let me have the aisle. My wife Sally settled one row behind me, and her neighbors let her have an aisle seat also. We were too tired to ask people to move around, and Sally said she was probably just going to sleep anyway.

The engines roared, and we lifted off. Soon we both activated the onboard Wifi and started checking email, responding to texts, and wandering off into the oblivion of social media. Then things got more interesting.

“I can’t wait until we get home. I want to mess around,” Sally texted me with a kiss emoji attached.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked while turning around to see what she was writing.

“Use your imagination, big boy. And text me. No talking,” she replied with a smile.

“If you put it like that, I can think of a whole bunch of things,” I quickly tapped out on my phone. “I want to get home, take showers, and give you a nice long massage. A real massage, not one of those fake ones I usually give you that lead to sex five minutes later,” I texted. “Then when you’re covered in oil, I want to play with your asshole, circling all around before slowly entering your tight hole with one finger, then two. I want to take my time and tease you. How does that sound?”

I immediately saw the bubbles start jiggling on my phone indicating that she was writing me back. I didn’t want to turn around and see her face because I was afraid I was going to come in my pants right there. I was already hard as a rock.

She wrote: “That sounds Uh-mazing! Is your cock hard up there in row 13A by any chance? Because my pussy is already so wet thinking about this and we still have 4 hours to go! I’m not sure I can stand it any longer. I wish I could come up there right now and straddle your face and have you lick up all my juices that you’ve got flowing out.  I think I’m going soak my pants if we don’t stop! And, I can’t wait for you to finger my ass later. You know I love it when you do that, baby.”

It popped up on my screen. Forget the lady next to me; I was reading this. And re-reading it. I turned around, and my wife smiled at me, then blew me a kiss. It was time for me to up the ante.

“Your panties are wet? I wish I could smell them right now and taste their wetness. I love that moment when I take off your pants after we’ve been making out like when we were dating and couldn’t do anything else. Your heat radiates to the outside of your underwear. I breathe in one last breath and then slowly pull your panties down and take my first taste of your honey.”

Right after I hit send, my wife tapped me on the shoulder and said she had to run to the restroom. I watched her beautiful curves and perfect butt as she walked up the aisle towards the front lavatory. I went back to reading our whole conversation about nine times over. Just as I was plotting my next step in our eventual lovemaking, she tapped me on the shoulder and held out her clenched fist around the corner of my seat. She handed me something cloth.  I open up my fist to see her flowered panties all bunched up in a ball. I could feel the wetness on them. My eyes widened as I tried to hide what I was now holding. I quickly stuffed them into my pocket and then moved my hand up to my face to get a whiff of her sweet pussy.

I looked back at my phone, and again, I could tell she was writing me something else.

“I wanted you to feel how wet I am right now. I went into the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but start fingering my pussy. I took two fingers and plunged them deep inside. It took me about 20 seconds and then I came all over my underwear. I was thinking of your hard cock fucking me from behind while I was rubbing my clit. It felt so good, baby. I’ve never had an orgasm at 37,000 feet!”

As I was reading this, I saw her start typing again and then a picture popped up in my iMessage. It was Sally taking a picture in the mirror. She had her tight shirt pulled up slightly, her phone in her hand, and her other hand down the front of her panties. “Are you kidding me?” I thought.

I decided at that moment I had to top her somehow. I let her know that I had to go to the bathroom and (re-adjusting my raging boner) I headed back (sprinted) for the rear bathroom. I locked the door and pulled out my wife’s soaking panties. I immediately put them across my face, trying to breathe in all of her wetness. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of my tongue inside of her underwear and hit send. Then I pulled out my cock, laid the underwear on my other hand and wrapped them around the head. I stroked my cock and came hard right into her underwear. Afterward, I laid my still hard cock inside of her flowered, now cum-soaked, panties and took another picture. I hit send again, then neatly folded up her underwear and walked back towards 14A. As I leaned down kissed my wife on the cheek, I handed back her panties.

“I think you dropped something,” I whispered. I sat back in my seat and opened up my phone. She was already writing me.

By this time all of the lights in the cabin were out. Most people were either consuming their electronics or sound asleep. No one was paying attention to anyone on this flight.

“Turn around,” my wife texted.

I swiveled my head around, and Sally held up one finger with something white on it. She seductively put it in her mouth, licked it clean, and said “Yummy. Now go back to whatever you are doing on your phone, big boy.”

I saw her start texting me again. “3.5 more hours and then I want the real thing. Your cum just made me crazy for more. No massage tonight. I want you inside of me within 30 seconds of getting in that house, you understand?”

“You want me to just throw you up against the wall in our bedroom and ram my cock into you from behind? I can do that. But you should know, I need to taste the real thing when I get home. I’ve got the taste of your pussy on my breath now, and I NEED to taste you,” I wrote.

Several more hours of what seemed like the longest flight of all time and we finally landed. We grabbed our bags and immediately headed for the airport parking lot. It was dark, and we were in an outdoor, uncovered spot. I placed our bags in the back of the SUV, and my wife got in the rear passenger seat. Our windows are tinted and, it being night, no one could see inside.

“What is she doing?” I wondered.

“I can’t wait until we get home. Fuck me right here, right now,” Sally demanded.

We got inside, locked the doors, and kissed each other deeply. She took off her pants and laid down on the bench seat.

“I can’t wait to eat this beautiful pussy of yours,” I said.

I lapped up her juices, sliding two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and didn’t hold back.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, this feels good. Lick it. Lick it. Lick my pussy,” I recall her saying. “Please now, give me what I want.”

She turned around, one arm on the headrest and one on the door above the handle. She lifted her knee onto the seat and left her other foot on the floorboard. My cock slid easily into her sopping wet pussy.

“Give me the pounding that I’ve been thinking about for the last 4 hours!” she cried.

I railed her snatch over and over with my balls slapping her clit in the front. I didn’t last long and pulled out, shooting it all over her back and her ass. The cum dripped down her butthole, and she pulled out her previously cum-soiled panties to wipe it up.

“These panties have gotten quite the workout today. Combined, I think we’ve come in them three times!” she told me.

With that, we headed for home. Exhausted, yet so satisfied.

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