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XXL, that was the size of the sweatshirt my wife was wearing, that and her two sneakers. It was my sweatshirt. Her clothes were in my back pack. Marge is about five-two, so the sweatshirt covered her as long as she didn't bend over or raise her arms over her head to reach something. Unfortunately (maybe) for her but fortunately for me and a number of others, as we made our way from our flight through the terminal, she had to make some revealing movements.
We were at the luggage carousel, waiting for our luggage. Margie reached onto the carousel for one of our bags. When she leaned forward, those of us behind here were treated to a view of her ass cheeks and maybe a brief glimpse at a tuft of hair in the dark recess between her legs.
It had been a long, full day, twenty-four hours since we were awakened by the alarm clock in Seattle. We had been visiting Marge's mother and sister for a week. Mom was showing signs of dementia including uncharacteristic impatience and nastiness. She had been the sweetest lady and it was terribly emotional for Marge to see her mom in such a state. What made it worse was Marge's sister Nadine, who was characteristically bitchy and difficult. I have never ceased to be amazed at the difference in the personalities of the two sisters. Granted, Nadine had the burden of caring for their mom, but she had been a real bitch since I'd met her and apparently had been that way all her life. She was about five years older than my wife and felt it was her privilege to boss her younger sister around and criticize just about everything she did. Marge had stood up for herself and there had been more than a few tense moments. Even Nadine's husband Arthur sometimes shook his head at his wife's attitude.
We woke in the morning and had lunch, breakfast and dinner with Mom, Nadine and Art. Our flight from SeaTac was a red-eye, leaving at nine PM and arriving in Dulles at seven-thirty the next morning. The tensions had continued for most of the day, although, the two sisters did try to make-up at dinner before we left. Mom had plenty of money; that wasn't the challenge. She required a lot of attention and had recently moved into a senior living facility and was having trouble adjusting. Nadine was constantly involved in hassles their mother was having at her new abode. Marge had done the best she could to help. After a few kisses and hugs, Arthur drove Marge and I to the airport.
Once on the plane, Marge immediately relaxed and had a gin and tonic at the first opportunity once we were in the air. It was night and the lights were dimmed in the cabin and most of the passengers were quietly resting or sleeping. I gave Marge part of my drink and after a while, she seemed to visibly relax. It seemed to help when she leaned forward and I unhooked her bra through her shirt. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse and a skirt. The flight attendant gave us each a blanket and pillow and Marge leaned her seat back and closed her eyes.
I was not tired. I was still tense from watching my wife go through a difficult few days with her mother and sister. I had the plane-furnished earphones and tried to watch a movie, but I wasn't interested in any of the offerings. Our overhead lights were off and I was gazing at my beautiful wife beside me. The strap from her bra had slid down off her shoulder to her bicep.
I like to fool around with her and seeing her braless is favorite pastime of mine. I'm a breast-man and enjoy my wife's boobs immensely, always have. When we first dated, I was enthralled with her wonderful tits. I would spend hours with my face buried in her chest, sucking on her pointy nipples and relishing the warmth and softness of her fragrant breasts. She knew how much I liked her tits and would frequently flash a bare boob when we were in public. She either slept naked or with just underpants so I had all-night access to her wonderful body.
Two kids and twenty-five years later, Margie was still in good physical shape and we were still in love. When our kids had moved out on their own, we reignited our passionate sex life and while we didn't match the frequency of the sex we'd had after we were first married, we became more adventuresome and daring in some of the things we did. We'd gone to a nude beach in the Caribbean and had outdoor sex in a number of locations. We'd soft-swapped with my brother and his wife and a couple who had become our best friends. In fact, Garth and Irene were picking us up when we got to the airport in Charlotte and driving us the hour to our house.
So, anyway, with the strap of her bra hanging loosely on her arm, I did the obvious thing and pulled the strap down her arm and over her hand. She was aware enough to help.
I looked around and saw that it was quiet in the dark cabin; the people across the aisle were sound asleep. Knowing we had privacy; I began to unbutton my wife's blouse. She was drowsy, but awake and didn't object to what I was doing. I had done similar things before, in our car, but never on an airplane. She looked at me and smiled. The blanket covered mostly covered her but had fallen away from her chest. As I undid the third and fourth button from the top, the tops of her breasts came into view. I watched them rise and fall as she calmly breathed. She smiled at me in that way that she does, tempting me, teasing me, allowing me to continue. Another button bared the entire side of her far breast and the cup of her bra fell away enough for me to see her dark pink nipple. I reached over and pulled the blouse aside and put my hand on her near breast, the right one.
I leaned in and quietly kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm. I could smell her perfume, even after a long stressful day. I slid my hand into her blouse and cupped her left breast, delicately fondling her perky nipple, feeling how stiff it was. I undid another button, opening to just above her waist. She looked at me with her eyes half-closed, relaxed and buzzed from the gin she'd drank.
I undid the final button and pulled the hem of her blouse out of her skirt. The other half of her bra hung uselessly from her other shoulder. I pushed the strap off her shoulder, intending to move it down her arm so I could remove her bra. She did even better when she pulled her blouse off her shoulder too and brought her hand free. My hands caressed her breasts under the blanket that she had pulled up to over herself.
She alerted me to someone walking down the aisle and pulled the blanket up to her neck. After the person walked by, I pulled her arm down and removed the other half of her blouse. She was topless under the thin blanket. Her blouse had fallen behind her and her bra was in her lap, exposed to anyone who might walk by. I took both garments and folded them in my lap. I leaned down and slid the two pieces of my wife's clothing into my backpack, which was under the seat at my feet. She looked at me with wide-open eyes, amazed at how daring we were being. She pulled the blanket down, exposing her tits for a few minutes until the person returning from the restroom walked by. Marge leaned over and kissed me.
With her hands holding the blanket around her neck to keep her from being exposed as a few other people walked past on the way to the head, I shifted my attention to Marge's legs. She was wearing a skirt with buttons down the side. It was wool and with her sitting, her legs were exposed to a foot above her knees. I lifted one leg onto my lap and caressed her above and below the knee. She was wearing long wool socks. Her leg was soft and smooth and with her knee in my lap, I had easy access to her silky thighs. Her panties were visible and my hands explored the entire length of her legs, from her crotch to her ankle. I removed her sneaker and pulled the sock down over her calf and her ankle, finally pulling it over her foot. I massaged her feet and she sighed after having been standing and walking on them all day.
Margie looked at me and whispered, "Get your cock out."
I pulled the blanket over me. I looked around the darkened cabin. Most of the people were asleep. Noone was moving. I quietly unzipped my pants and adjusted the fly hole in my boxers; my dick popped out. Marge moved her other leg into my lap, leaning against the bulkhead of the plane. Her foot found my cock and her toes massaged it, stroking up and down along the shaft. I proceeded to strip her other leg, pulling off her shoe and then sliding her sock down over her foot. She turned onto her side and with her legs bent, had both of her feet in my crotch, relaxing. I made sure the blankets covered us.
The way she was laying provided easy access under her skirt. I undid two buttons on her skirt, then pulled her silky panties down over her ass, exposing most of her cheeks. Margie's ass is so soft. I just love running my fingers over her delicate skin, feeling the contours of her womanly anatomy. She didn't object when I tugged on her panties and in fact, she lifted her butt a little to facilitate sliding the little item over her hips to the top of her thighs. My fingers slid into the chasm between her cheeks and explored the soft hair at the bottom of her pussy.
I continued, sliding my wife's panties down her thighs and over her knees. They easily slipped down past her ankles and I pulled them, off one foot, then the other. I stuffed the panties and my wife's socks in the magazine pocket behind the seat in front of me.
Now, my dear wife was naked except for her skirt. My fingers danced over her wet vulva, caressing her labia, feeling the heat of arousal in her crotch. I easily slid between her slippery folds and touched her engorged clitoris. She let out an audible sigh, biting her hand to avoid making too much noise. My index finger slid into her vagina, followed by another finger. She was soaked and she lifted her thigh a bit to open herself for me. I love sliding my fingers in my wife's juicy cunt. She is so smooth and slippery. I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting her nectar and inhaling her scent. She groaned and was approaching an orgasm. I held off, wanting to keep her aroused, but avoiding making her come, not yet.
With my other hand, I began to work on the remaining buttons on her skirt. She looked at me with a questioning look, wondering if I was going to strip her completely. I smiled. She smiled back, we were daring each other. There were four buttons on the skirt and I had undone two of them. My hand caressed her thigh while I continued to diddle her vagina. My thumb pressed into her clit. She softly moaned. The blanket was bunched in her lap. Her leg was bent with her knee against the back of the seat. Her pussy was fully exposed.
Fortunately, she noticed the flight attendant walking down the aisle. She quickly pulled the blanket over her, although her bottom was exposed. I signaled the flight attendant and she stopped for a moment. I think she noticed my wife's bare legs and exposed thighs. I asked for a little bottle of wine. Margie was pretending to be asleep, but was aware that part of her was exposed. When the attendant left to get the wine, Margie kicked me and the blanket fell off my lap, exposing my erect cock. My blanket had fallen to the floor. I quickly stuffed my meat into my trousers, just in time. It took a few moments to use my credit card to pay for the wine. I lowered my tray table which covered my still unbuttoned pants.
Margie sat up and I gave her a glass of the wine. She was already a bit high, but was thirsty and drank the wine quickly. We weren't saying anything about me stripping her, but we were both turned-on by our daring behavior.
After she finished her wine, she leaned against me and whispered, "The man in front of us is looking through the gap in the seats and can see me."
I noticed the seats in the row ahead of us; the window seat was pulled all the way forward while the aisle seat, ahead of me, was reclined fully. As a result, there was a very slight gap between the seats. A gentleman had been sleeping with his head against the seat, turned away from the aisle. He happened to have had a perfect view of my wife's pussy.
She whispered, "Want me to diddle myself for him?"
I said, "If you want to."
