*All characters in this story (and it is just a story) are at least 18 years of age.
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Allen woke with a start. He squinted at his phone and angled his head to check the time. "Ugh," he thought to himself. "Up before my alarm again."
He stretched, groaned, and positioned himself upright at the edge of the bed. Piss, coffee, a quick workout, and a shower - in that order - just like every other day. He stood and glanced over at the empty space usually occupied by his wife. In an instant, yesterday's events came flooding back to him like an Indonesian tsunami on Boxing Day:
Kimber's a hotwife.
Allen shot a glance downward as he felt the blood rush to his cock. As he did, he realized he still bore the evidence of the previous night's festivities on his belly.
"Shit," he sighed. "I'll never be able to piss now."
He spent the next two and a half minutes thinking about all things non-sexual: baseball...work meetings...his mother-in-law - wait, she was kinda hot for 60...
"C'mon, Al. FOCUS!" he begged, to no avail. Nothing worked - he couldn't get his wife out of his mind. Could he hold out until she came home later in the day? No, he decided. No, he couldn't.
He shrugged and grabbed his lube.
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Kimber let out a sigh as she settled into her seat on the plane. She was exhausted but ecstatic at the thought of her newfound sexual confidence. "Allen doesn't know what he's in for," she smirked to herself. She'd had a quickie with her friend the Uber driver on the way to the airport, and she was still wet from the encounter. She closed her eyes and recounted the previous day's events in her mind. Her body tingled with excitement as she-
"Hi. You're in my seat."
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The voice belonged to a tall, muscular, gray-headed gentleman with piercing blue eyes. I guessed he was in his early fifties, but only because the gray hair gave him away.
"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, as I moved from the aisle to the window.
"No worries," Blue Eyes responded, flashing a bright white smile. "Looks like this flight's gonna be pretty empty anyway. You can probably grab another aisle seat if you want."
I glanced around the aircraft and confirmed his observation.
"No, I'm fine," I said. "I prefer an exit row. Nothing like those extra inches."
He burst out laughing, and I blushed, realizing my sexual faux pas. "Yep - the bigger, the better, in my experience," he said with a wry grin.
He reached up and placed his bag in the overhead compartment. As he did, his shirt rode up ever-so-slightly and I got a glimpse of toned abs and a tanned torso. My eyes inevitably drifted downward to the slight bulge in his athletic shorts. Almost involuntarily I ran my tongue over my lips as I wondered what treasure was hidden behind that thin layer of polyester. He paused for a moment, and I realized he was watching me.
"I-I'm so sorry!" I stuttered again, blood rushing to my cheeks.
"Don't be," he grinned, giving me a quick scan, head to toe and back again. I had kicked off my tennis shoes and had my feet pressed up against the seat in front of me, showing off my muscular legs, and I saw his eyes linger there as he gave me a once-over. I parted them ever-so-slightly and licked my lips again, leaning back in my seat. I could feel the waterworks starting once again. I pressed the heel of my hand downward into my lap and let out a slight moan.
"Well this is unexpected," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
"Get us a blanket," I responded coyly.
The flight attendants made their rounds, distributing snacks and drinks. He ordered a Jack and Coke, while I ordered a cup of coffee with Bailey's. We quickly finished our drinks and waited for the flight attendants to take their seats. As they did, I glanced around. The flight was indeed almost empty; there was no one around us except for a girl across the aisle. She appeared to be in her late teens/early twenties and wore the standard garb for her generation: a cropped Nirvana t-shirt and a GoldenHinge athletic skirt. From what I could see she was cute - really cute - with long, dark hair and olive-colored skin. She had kicked off her shoes and was stretched out, with her bare feet towards the aisle. She wiggled her toes to the beat of whatever it was she was listening to in her AirPods as her eyes were glued to her iPhone.
I shifted my gaze from the cute teen back over to Blue Eyes, and I realized he was staring at me intently, his lips parted slightly. He looked like a hungry wolf, eager to devour the prey that had somehow been hand-delivered to his den. I lifted the center armrests and scooted over towards him.
"Is this what you want?" I asked, smiling.
"Is this what YOU want?" He respond slyly.
"THIS is what I want," I replied, reaching between his legs and grabbing a handful of his manhood.
He inhaled quickly as I rubbed and massaged his member. I smiled up at him sweetly and said, "Can I have it?"
He stole a glance at the girl across the aisle, who was still immersed in her virtual world.
"Fuck yes."
I stretched out and laid my head in his lap as if I was settling in for a nap. He laid the blanket over me as I stuck my hand down his shorts, freeing his cock. He was completely shaved - possibly waxed - with the exception of a small strip of dark hair right above the base. From my vantage point I couldn't quite tell how large he was, but when I lowered my head down over the head of his cock I had to open my mouth as wide as I could. I stuck my tongue out and forced him into my throat, tickling the base of his cock and the side of his balls with the tip of my tongue. I held him there, suppressing the urge to gag as long as I could. The sensation of his throbbing cock filling my mouth sent me over the edge. I came, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.