Author's Note: This is part of our ongoing adventures, and our tenth story. It references events and characters from our previously published stories. You can read it alone, but we would love for you to check out our other work. Enjoy!
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We were on an overnight flight home from our trip in Europe. What had started as a relaxing trip had ended much differently than we expected. That morning, I had woken up with a woman named Zoe. She was blonde, tall, Australian, slim, very sexy, and very naked. A few hours earlier, she and I had anal sex. Meanwhile, her husband Lucas had been in the next room, on top of my wife and pounding her so loudly that Zoe and I could hear everything.
Mandy had told the flight attendants that she got airline sickness easily and asked about if we expected any turbulence. They said we would have some mild storms we would pass through, but nothing she would notice. We were passing through one now and they were right in that it was mild. Almost all of the passengers were sleeping through it. Mandy however was in the restroom.
"Is your wife having trouble?" one of the attendants asked me. She seemed concerned, but I knew it was her job.
"I don't know," I said, "Can I go check on her?" She said of course and I made my way back to the restroom.
Mandy doesn't actually have any issues flying. I stepped into the restroom to check on her. We knew we had to be quick. She lifted her skirt up showing she had already removed her panties. I could see her pussy was wet and she had been playing with herself. I was already hard knowing our plan. I dropped my pants and plunged my cock into her.
I held her hips as I thrusted into her, making sure not to be too loud. She had one hand on the wall in front of her propping her up, and the other was furiously rubbing her clit. This wasn't our first quickie, we both knew how to get ourselves and each other off in a hurry. She came first. Her legs twitched a bit and her head fell forward. I heard her panting, but it wasn't loud enough you could hear it outside unless you had your head pressed to the door.
I patted her ass and she dropped to her knees. She held her mouth open and I put the head of my cock into it. I stroked my shaft while pumping cum into her mouth. She looked up at me while I came. When I finished she left her mouth open so I could see my cum filling it up. She closed her lips and then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, showing she had swallowed it all.
When she stood up I whispered into her ear "I love you baby," and she whispered back, "I love you too."
We returned to our seats without incident. Either the flight attendants didn't know or didn't care what we had done. This vacation had been wild, and finishing it by joining the Mile High Club seemed like the perfect ending.
We used to chalk crazy things we did up to, "well, it's college." We would have a threesome, and say it's college, it's time to experiment. We would do something like go streaking, or skinny dipping, or Mandy would be in a wet t-shirt contest, but who cared, it was college. It was the time you could get away with that stuff. When we first swapped with another couple, we chalked it up to alcohol and college fun.
But our trip to Europe had made us realize that we weren't done exploring our wild side. We had loved our time at the nude beach. And we really enjoyed our night with Lucas and Zoe. We had traded emails with them, and when we got home and checked ours we had an email with a picture of Zoe riding Lucas reverse cowgirl and blowing a kiss at the camera. It said to come visit Australia soon and we had a place to stay if we did.
There was also a link on the email with a note, "we think you will like this. Let us know if you join." We clicked it and it took us to a swingers dating site.
"Oh wow," Mandy said. She was looking over my shoulder when I opened the email. I looked over to her and asked, "Should we check it out?"
After a few minutes of discussion, we decided not to join the site. We both had jobs that could be affected if it came out we were on something like that. When you are single, joining a site for casual hookups is totally fine. When you are a married couple, it's a bit more frowned upon.
We emailed Zoe and Lucas back saying we would love to visit Australia when we saved up for another big trip, and would definitely let them know if we did. We also thanked them for the link to the site, but told them we decided to keep things a bit more discreet for now.
The next morning, we work up with another email from them. They said they totally understood, but gave us a bunch of tips on how to be discreet if we did join. We talked about it some more. I wanted to do it. Mandy was a bit more hesitant and wanted to do her own research.
I figured it just wasn't something we would try and I didn't bring it back up again. In the meantime, our sex life was amazing. It never had really been bad, but it was as good now as it was when we first started dating. We had both been working on Master's degrees while working full time, so we had been a bit high strung for the past couple of years. We had sex pretty often still, but it was usually just one position, and as soon as she came I would cum right after and we would pass out. No all-night sessions like we used to have.
Now it was different. We were going to bed an hour earlier so we could have longer more passionate sex and still make it to work in the morning. There was shower sex some mornings. Hot tub sex some evenings. I would get text messages of her boobs in the middle of the day while she was at work. It was like being in college again.
Before I get too far into the story, I should probably fill you in a bit on where we were in life, as it is important to understanding our head space when we did this. We were both 25. We both had finished all of our degrees and were a few years into our careers. Some of our friends were starting to have kids and buy houses.
We on the other hand we're not quite ready for kids. Having both been in grad school while working full time, we hadn't really had much free time to enjoy being married without kids, so now we were making up for that. Right out of our undergrad we had bought a foreclosed townhouse during the recession, and it had been a major project. It was two stories with two bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms. It was on the corner of two streets in our neighborhood, the last of a line of six connected townhomes. It also wasn't completely finished. The developer had quit partway through when his investment went south.
Any work we could do without a contractor we took on ourselves. For starters, none of the drywall was painted when we bought it, and in some rooms the pieces hadn't been sanded down yet. None of the cabinets in the kitchen had handles, and while there was a sink, there were no kitchen appliances installed. That was all stuff I could handle doing though, and even after buying appliances, paint, and doing some lighting upgrades, it was still an absolute steal.
