I had never cheated on my husband. I had always believed it wrong and something one just did not do. However, I had it these past few years always doing for others and getting very little in return. My husband had become a workaholic and I had become a statistic; a statistic of a woman who wanted more and the husband did not. For years I had begged him to give me "more." I was a lustful wench of Viking descent and I needed a great deal more to be satisfied; A LOT MORE. He would just laugh and he simply told me that what he was has given, was all he had to give.
I had begun dabbling on the net and had a great friend who would phone with me climaxing in my ear and tickling them with his words. He would give me what I needed emotionally through his verbal libido. Yet, physically, I still had to masturbate several times a week to relieve my need. I would finger fuck myself in the bathroom at work; I would rub hard against my jeans in the van while driving; I would phone my friend or he phone me as I laid naked on my bed at various times during the day with the phone cradled in my ear while I worked my vibrator between my creamy thighs. Many times I would shove the mic into my big girl box and let him hear the roar of the vibrator and my flowing honey and the sounds it all combined to make. I loved the feel of my big latex sheath covering the vibration mechanism. I loved the feel as my cunt ate the length, causing it to disappear. I could make myself cum like 4-5 times with it in a row, or I could take time and just play with my nob when I had the time in a day. I loved phone sex. I loved sex, period. I loved time with others as we played hard on the net.
But as far as crossing the line, I had not done it. But I wanted sex, damn it!
Suddenly I felt his fingers enter me. "Sidda, please believe me, but I have never done anything this forward in my life, but I find myself totally enthralled with you and everything about you." Your body is a fucking turn on Sidda...I want to see it. I want to feel it, I want all of it!"
He was making me feel attractive, sexy, playful, horny with a fire that I had not felt for at least 20 years of marriage. Here it was happening aboard this airliner in a manner of minutes. I had felt trapped behind a facade where a wild, animalistic libido roared its head constantly, yet I maintained a cool exterior to my friends, family and public. There was no way in my community I could throw caution to the wind. I had to be so very careful and I felt that there was no one I could confide in. I felt trapped and so tired of looking at men and wanting more; just wishing it could go so much further. It was hell so many times to keep it hidden behind my girl-next-door persona.
Sidda, take my lead and follow me in a few short minutes ok?" "Ok Wade." I managed to eek out. Soon he was up and out of his seat, his sport coat folded neatly over his arms in front of him. I laughed to myself thinking of what he was hiding. I wondered if the coat was sticking out too, much like the tent in his pants! Smiling, I could not believe it but I stood up and nonchalantly followed him to the section where the little restrooms were; one was occupied, the other was not, so I entered.
He grabbed me and his arms flew around me and he began to kiss me. "I cannot believe I am doing this!" but he kept doing it as his tongue slowly began to dance around my upper and lower lips. My tongue sought his and soon we were fucking each other's mouths and our bodies locked together. I could not believe we both fit in that little room, but there was no mistaking that we definitely fit. I felt him help lift me partially up to the wash basin and he pushed my skirt clear up around my waist before I sat back.
I moaned as I saw him staring, for what seemed like hours, appearing mesmerized by my shaved netherlands. I leaned back against the mirror as he sat upon the toilet. He turned slightly and released his hard cock out of the taut barrier as it screamed to be set free. He did not touch it; it stood erect, and hard like a steel shaft. It stuck out and I heard it crying for me to take care of it. He shoved my hand away. By doing that it was surely torture for him, but extreme torture for me.
His hands began to caress my thighs as they kneaded my flesh as he pushed my thighs further apart. I moaned in a low audible tone as he immediately took a muff dive and I jumped in the surprise move. I was shocked, his hard little cock-tongue caressing my slit as it worked its way inside. I spread wider, I began to spasm and shake, as his tongue snaked further inside as he began to fuck me more vigorously. His finger came up and found my swollen bean with ease and he was amazed how hard it was and how, like a tiny "cock", it was when rock hard. When my fleshy skin was pushed back, the little love-button protruded outwardly begging to be manhandled and manhandle me, he did, as he worked me to a frenzy!!!
I grabbed the bottom of my top and yanked it over my head and off. I then reached behind me freeing my hot globes of flesh. He hands shot up and began kneading one and then the other, pinching and pulling them into submission. In the few seconds that all this was taking place, I began to feel this tremendous tremor rack my body. His last tongue-circling-journey within my inner walls got the full load, as I splashed my amazing white creamy goo all over his mouth. He just lapped it up as my head fell back and he screamed chow-time. I could not believe the amazing rush and explosion that my body was feeling. My tits, my cunt, my mouth all had the full benefit of his attentions!
Suddenly he pulled me off the basin and pulled me down on top of his red hot poker. Down I slipped with such ease that I wondered if he was really inside of me. But then, in a flash in the pan, or a cunt in this instance; he pulled my fleshy hips down further and hard. I took all of him screaming but he reached up suddenly and clasped a hand over my mouth holding back the sounds behind it. We were cramped too, those bathroom cubbyholes not big enough for sex!
Muffled moans and groans were screamed into his palm as he drove hard into me. It was pounding me so hard that I felt a tinge of pain, but it was soon covered over with pure bliss of ecstasy. I took him all the way to the cervix and still he pulled me up and down on him. I was so slippery and wet that it drove him into wild animalistic passion as he fucked me harder and harder.
Soon his twin boys were twitching and his throbbing member burst forth coating my inner walls. I could read his face as he concentrated so hard. His cum driving him mad as he began to spurt and spurt within me. I felt it oozing out of me and knew it was dripping down his cock to his balls and into the toilet; mine mixed with his.
Suddenly we breathed deeply as our assault on the other ended and heard the pilot point out that we would be descending very soon into the Black Hills of South Dakota. Pulling it together I refused to wash up wanting his spunk dripping from my pussy to my thighs. I wish I had a way to remember this flight for years to come. Tucking his shirt in followed by his cock, he told me..."Sidda, I will stay in here for a few minutes, but you head back to your seat. But, I would smooth your skirt back down however and put your bra and shirt back on; you might draw attention," he teased.
Working like a gem, we both went back to our seats. His hand rested on my thighs as we discussed the week ahead. We were going to try and make it work.
What a vacation this had started out to be. I would for many years to come remember and appreciate this airliner's motto... "Come Fly the Friendly Skies".
