Mark called, announcing his return to the hotel, and we told him we would be there in just a minute. I stepped out of our room, and Di stuck her head out into the hall. After deciding no one was out there, she stepped out, closing the door behind her.
The look on Mark's face was priceless when he opened the door. There was my beautiful wife standing there in white stockings, a garter belt, and high heels. And nothing else. He ushered us in, and hung the "do not disturb" sign on the door knob.
Di wasted no time, pushing Mark onto a bed, and immediately gave him head. She already knew how to push his buttons and had him cumming in minutes. After two hours of every imaginable sex act, we opted to call it a night. Mark was getting sore, Di was getting sore, and I was getting bored. We agreed to meet in the morning for one last fling.
Di woke up before nine and jumped into the shower. My phone rang, and it was Mark. One of his clients had a major problem and he had to fly out first thing. He gave me his E-mail, and told me to take care of Di.
She was a bit disappointed, but didn't dwell on it. Instead we opted to see the sights we had missed. Typical tourist crap. Overpriced trinkets, non English speaking men handing out cards to some tittie bar, and lots of skin. And not necessarily attractive skin either.
Before we knew it, it was five o'clock, and we were headed back to our room.
"I'm going to take a shower." I announced as I headed for the bathroom.
"Can you run down and get some ice first?" she asked.
I grabbed the white bucket and walked down the hall. As I got to the vending room at the far end, I began to wonder what we needed ice for. Women...I don't get 'em.
"Thank you dear!" She said as I set the pail on the table.
"Now can I take my shower?" I asked.
"Yes, dear" she answered with a smile. What did that mean?
The hot water felt good, as I stood there for a very long time. This wasn't a "get clean" shower, it was more of a "Aahhh, this feels great" shower. I was so relaxed, I decided not to get dressed. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door. The cool air was refreshing, but in the back of my head I sensed something was not quite right. Have you ever been so surprised by something that, for just a moment, it doesn't register, and you kind of stand there until it sinks in? Well that's what just happened to me.
On one bed was my wife, sprawled out in a tee shirt, smiling at me. On the other bed was Linda and her friend. Naked.
"I had to send you out for ice so I could call Linda, and line this up!"
I stood there dumbfounded. Linda slowly made her way over to where I was standing, and in one quick grab, snatched the towel from around my waist. Within the course of an hour, my tongue explored more holes than a gopher in Texas. More holes than Tiger Woods on a sunny Saturday. More holes than a main street in New York. More holes...well, you get the idea.
Strangely enough, it took quite an effort for the girls to get me to cum. Not that it wasn't a turn on, it was more my concern for my wife. The whole time I was worried about how she felt, and I found myself comparing the talents of these nymphs to my wife. Yes, they were tasty, yes they could deep throat, and yes they swallowed, with pleasure, but all I could think about was Di.
I went through all the motions, and made sure they were satisfied. When it was over, my fingers were sore, my tongue and jaw were sore, I had a kink in my neck, and my leg was starting to cramp up.
They wanted to get together the next day, but we had a plane to catch early in the day. They seemed truly disappointed, and we swapped numbers before they left.
We got to the airport early and had a quick bite to eat. We struck up a conversation with a nice man, who appeared to be in his early sixties. He told us how he hated flying. It always made him nervous. He told us he usually drove everywhere, but this time his job required him to be across country with only a couple of days notice. He told us his name was Martin, and that he was a confirmed bachelor, now too old to find a girlfriend. My wife chuckled, and said she could find lots of girls for him, as he was still quite good looking, and very charming. He almost blushed.
My wife assured him all would be fine, as they began the boarding, and we said good-bye. After sitting on the tarmac for almost an hour, the pilot announced to us that there was a mechanical problem that he didn't feel comfortable flying with, so we taxied back to the terminal and shuffled back inside.
Things would not bode well for us, as our contest tickets would have to be considered standby. Same went for anyone who purchased their ticket in the last day. By ten that night, it was down to five of us- two young men on their way back to college, the man we talked to earlier, and us.
There were five seats left on this last flight, so it looked like we would all get to go. As we entered the plane, the attendant placed the two young men in the front row, by the bulkhead, and assuming the three of us were together, placed us in the very last row. Martin scooted into the window seat, then Di, and I took the aisle. Poor Martin was shaking, he was so nervous. The flight attendant brought him a blanket, thinking he was cold. It was so big it covered half of my wife as well. A second flight attendant made her way down the aisle, starting with us in the back.
"Because this is a late night flight, we will be turning off the overhead lights. Is there anything I can get you before it gets dark in here?"
"No, we're fine, thanks."
"Well, if you do, just push this button." She pointed to the little square switch above our seats.
Di was speaking softly to Martin, telling him she flew all the time, and that there was nothing to worry about. As the plane lifted off, I could sense she was holding his hand. As the plane leveled off, she told him to recline his seat back and relax. I laughed to myself when I looked over. Now instead of staring at the seat in front of him, he was laying back staring at the overhead compartment. My wife was talking, actually whispering to him. It was so soft that I couldn't make out what she was saying.
Almost as if a switch had been flipped, Martin suddenly went into relax mode. The tension had left his face and his eyes were closed. The telltale movement of the blanket told me Di had found his "switch".
I squeezed her thigh, showing her I approved of what she was doing. She glanced down the aisle, then shifted slightly in her seat so she could use both hands to unzip his pants. No one could possibly see her, and the people seated in fronted of us were out cold, evident by the light snoring. Her hand movements became more assertive, as she used both hands to jack him off.
"You stand guard, I'll be back soon!" she whispered to me as her head disappeared under the blanket. I knew exactly what he was experiencing. I could feel each lick, and the swirl of her tongue, as if she were doing me instead of him. If I thought about it much more, I would need a napkin.
Martin had grin from ear to ear, as Di emerged, licking her lips.
"Uummmm!" she said as she straightened herself up in her seat. Martin tucked himself back in, and dozed off.
I would not get my relief as I had hoped, because people were starting to stir, and one by one, they trudged passed us to that little cubicle behind our seats. At several times, they would be lined up, standing right next to me, waiting their turn. Di promised to take care of me as soon as we landed.
The "fasten seat belt" ding woke Martin up. After a lazy stretch, he brought his seatback up, and looked around.
"Wow! Look at the lights!" he exclaimed as he peered out the window. The plane touched down without incident, and made it's way to the terminal.
"Now see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Di asked as she patted his knee.
"That was truly the best experience I have ever had!" He shouted with a smile
"Then you won't have any trouble flying again, will you?"
"Only if you promise to fly with me every time!" he teased.
