A Hotwife In the Cockpit
My husband has always enjoyed being a part of the show.
Meeting Lance Reynolds was a hotwife’s wet dream. Smart, powerful, and wealthy. Not to mention a silver fox with a weapon that can make a woman shiver. He’s also my husband’s boss.
Which is very convenient, because since the moment my husband let me fuck him, we’ve been enjoying all sorts of perks. Lance loves to spoil his employee’s wives and we love the attention.
The ultimate reward is being taken to the Cuckold Club, an exclusive invite-only sexual adventure in Las Vegas. I’d earned my seat by being a rather mischievous minx and riding the company VP in front of my hubby.
You don’t have to feel sorry for him. He isn’t a hapless cuckold. Truth be told he loves watching me have sex, a true voyeur. It’s been this way since we got married a year ago.
I don’t mind, because I’m nineteen and I get to have my cake and eat it too. Whoever I choose when the mood takes me, and my eager hubby when he’s ready to reclaim me. And I suspected he was going to have some serious reclaiming to do when I got home from Vegas.
We flew private, because when you’re as rich as Lance Reynolds, that’s just what you do. Lance was in one of the private cabins, fucking Alexis, our new VP’s wife. And Ralph, the aforementioned VP was somewhere seducing Lance’s sexretary Lauren.
Fortunately for me, there’s two other men on this plane who can help me scratch an itch I’ve always had.
I knocked tentatively on the cockpit door. It swung open.
“Hello boys,” I called, as the pilots turned in their chairs.
The one on my right was a tall, thick-set bear of a man with a neatly trimmed brown beard, shot through with the first few hints of gray. The one on my left was blonde, short and stocky but the sort of man that could toss me over his shoulder or put me across his knee with no effort at all.
Mmm. I do enjoy a little muscle, hopefully they had plenty of it where it counted.
“Well what do we have here?” the blonde pilot asked as he raised an eyebrow.
“Looks like one of Lance’s playmates has gotten a little lost.”
“Lost?” I laughed as I braced my hands on either side of the door. My pose had the effect of parting the flimsy little blue jacket, Lance had given us to wear over my white demi-cup bra. Both men’s eyes roamed straight to my exposed and rather perky pink nipples.
“No boys. Lance sent me up here to thank you for all the work you do. Are you going to invite me in, or are you going to sit and stare all day? We only have an hour or two till we reach Vegas, I’d hate to spend that on my own.”
The men looked at each other and back at me.
“Thank us you say?” The stocky copilot chuckled as he pat his knee. “By all means, come on in…”
“Melissa.” I gave him by best thousand watt smile. Sauntering into the cabin, I settled onto his lap. I’d never been in a cockpit before, it was something of a novelty to see just how many instrument panels there were, but far more interesting to me than the lights and dials, was the thick muscle stirring against my thigh.
His compatriot with the thick beard took my hand, his fingers toying with the large diamond ring my hubby had bought me.
“So it’s true. All of Lance’s sexy little playmates are married then?”
I took the copilot’s hand and guided it inside my jacket so that his palm was cupping my exposed breast. “I know, I am. Is that a problem?”
The bearded pilot was stirring in his slacks as he tried to work out if I was his wet dream come to life, or some trap waiting to catch him off-guard.
“What sort of man let’s you go to Vegas for the weekend his with boss?” The pilot leaned forward, clearly wanting what the copilot was getting.
“I’m a hotwife boys,” I leaned forward and stroked the pilot through his slacks while I ground myself against his copilot’s lap. “He loves to share his toys with others and I like new experiences. It’s a very happy marriage.”
“New experiences?” The copilot laughed. “What does that mean?”
I hiked up my skirt so they could both see the tiny white lacy thong that was starting to grow damp with anticipation.
“It means the night he told me about his fantasy,” I whispered. “He filmed me while a hot as sin barkeeper took me in the alley behind the bar.”
I took the pilot’s finger and guided it write to my panties. Brushing them aside I guided him into my wet pussy.
“The day we married, we took his best man upstairs with us and the pair of them took turns fucking me all night long.
The copilot was now hard as a rock and more than ready to play. The pilot’s jaw was drooping as I took his phone off the dash.
“Unlock this please.” I handed him the phone.
The bearded pilot did as he was told and I took it. Holding the phone out, I snapped a picture of me sitting in the copilot’s lap, blondie eagerly playing with my exposed tit. Then another of the pilot fingering my soaked pussy.
Then with a few key strokes I sent them to my hubby. I didn’t want him missing out on the fun of knowing who and what I was about to do.
The cockpit was quiet for a few moments before a ding notified us of my hubby’s reply.
Fuck her hard boys. Don’t let her down.
I grinned as I handed the pilot’s phone back to him. “That’s what kind of man sends me to Vegas for the weekend. One who’s eager to hear all about it. Do be a dear and send him some pictures.”
The copilot rose to his feet, his hands on my shoulders pushing me to my knees between the seats.
“Oh we’ll certainly do that,” the copilot laughed as he undid his belt.
“And so much more,” the captian chuckled as his belt and slacks hit the deck.
Both of them were rock hard- and sporting eight inch cocks and luckily for me, they were all mine.
Grabbing both of them, I wrapped my dainty fingers around their meaty shafts and started to stroke. I guided the pilot into my mouth, bobbed on him eagerly for a moment, than took the copilot into my mouth.
“Damn, Melissa,” he breathed. “We’re going to fuck you senseless.”
I smiled. That’s exactly what I wanted for my first mile-high experience.
Sorry it’s been awhile folks but the next part of this scene will be out this week. Hope you’re ready for mile-high madness in the cockpit.
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