Chapter 1 – Introducing the Lucky Couple
My eyes followed Diana as she got up from her seat and walked down the aisle. I knew I wasn't the only one looking – no doubt every male in the vicinity, who was still awake, couldn't resist mentally undressing her, not that it took too much effort – a skimpy denim mini-skirt, just barely long enough to still be considered appropriate but perhaps leaving a tad too little to the imagination, allowed a generous view of her lovely legs. Those who were more daring and risked a longer stare at her chest would have noticed that her gravity-defying breasts were not confined by a bra (not that they needed the support anyway) and her nipples could be made out, trying to make their presence known, through the fabric of her white v-neck t-shirt, which hugged her tightly and accentuated her curves. She snuck into the airplane's lavatory, casting a mischievous peek in my direction as she closed the door and left her audience to their fantasies. I tried to hide my excitement and remained seated patiently for a few moments before I also made my way up the aisle in what I thought was an inconspicuous manner.
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Diana and I had been married for almost 8 years and I was well aware and accustomed to the effect she had on men. To be honest, I've always gotten a perverse kind of pleasure out of it. I noticed it everywhere, all the time – the quick glimpse at her cleavage, the admiring gaze that lingered just a split second too long, and the turn of the head as she walked by, just to confirm that from behind she was just as appetizing as she was from the front.
I just had to accept the fact that other men would always give my wife attention and sometimes, whether intentionally or not, she would flirt back. I had to make the best of it, and I did. There was no place for jealousy in our relationship. In fact, it was the source of my darkest, raunchiest sexual fantasies.
I mean come on, let's be honest – you must be a really insecure twit if you don't get off on other men lusting after your girlfriend or wife, even if only on some subconscious level you're too afraid to acknowledge. It's basically saying "Well done, man, you've made a great choice!" and especially for me, nothing could be truer.
My wife is the kind of woman you see on the pages of men's magazines and then fantasize about while you're jerking off. I mean that quite literally – Diana is, or was, a lingerie model. She left the industry about a year before, when she turned thirty, past her prime for the big time but trust me – she only blossomed and came of age as a woman after her scantly-clothed days of teasing men and driving women up the walls with envy had come to an end. Any red-blooded male over 18 who doesn't want to throw Diana down, rip her clothes off and fuck her till his dick falls off is either gay or blind.
There are definite benefits to being married to a model. When you can get by on looks, there's no need to think too much. I love Diana dearly, but I'll be the first to admit she's not the sharpest pencil in the box. This means that anyone intelligent and interesting enough, capable of subduing a giant ego, can become a god amongst men. Secondly, despite her inability to design a space rocket, my wife has an incredible zest for life – a real passion and an insatiable hunger to go everywhere she can go, see everything she can see and experience everything she can experience. Finally, leading up to the most important aspect, as far as this story is concerned, is her sexuality. You know that cock-stiffening experience of looking at a picture of a half naked, drop dead gorgeous girl in a magazine? When her eyes scream "I'm a very, very bad girl" at you and all your blood leaves your brain, you start thinking with your other head? There's a secret to it. Yes, it is part cleverly suggestive clothing (or lack thereof), and yes, it is part role-playing. But there's more to it... deep down, that look... is genuine. When you think "This chick looks like she can go to town on my cock", it's because she can. My wife is single-handedly the wildest, most uninhibited lover I've ever had. There are literally no limits to what she has tried, and would still try, in bed.
