Flying Cuckold Air
Three hotwives, two executives and a mile-high journey none of them will ever forget.
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I’d never ridden on a private jet before. It was one of many parts of this weekend I’d been looking forward to. The Cuckold Club in Las Vegas, a gathering of the most powerful and influential men in the country.
Of course, my husband’s boss, Lance Reynolds had a standing invitation. He was powerful in more ways than one. Convincing him to take me had required a good deal of encouragement, fortunately the more I rode him, the more malleable he became.
Don’t get me wrong, Lance had always been willing to share me, at least in the past. I remembered fondly the first time he’d shared me with Pearse. The two of them had spit roasted me in front of Ralph and not been gentle about it. Of course things were different now I was carrying Lance’s baby, he seemed more reluctant to engage in that sort of mischief.
But I wasn’t being left behind. Not this weekend. I was chasing new experiences, and this weekend promised to be full of them.
“These are cute, don’t you think?” Melissa held up our stewardess outfits. She was holding a blue jacket with gold buttons, I noted from the design that while they folded over at the front, they didn’t fasten. Meaning with a sweep of their hands the men would have access to our bodies. There was a matching blue mini skirt that was little bigger than a belt and would barely cover my ass.
There was one for each of us. Me, Lauren, and Melissa. The three hot wives accompanying Lance and Ralph to Vegas. With the scandalous stewardess outfits was a set of lingerie. It didn’t surprise me that they were exactly our respective sizes. Lance was good at such things. White, demi-cup push up bras, a matching lace thong and stockings.
“Very cute,” I replied. “We best get into them and not keep them waiting.”
Lauren laughed. “It’s a four hour flight, dear. There will be plenty of time for fucking, don’t you worry.”
She wasn’t wrong, I was in the mood, and watching the two of them change wasn’t helping matters. Lauren was a curvy brunette in her twenties with a full body and considerable breasts. She was Lance’s sexretary and her hubby one of the first to be cuckolded by his massive member.
Melissa was nineteen, barely married and very perky. Her pale pink nipples capped small breasts, but she made up for them with her tight body and big ass. I knew from Ralph’s own admission she’d bribed her way onto this trip by fucking him in front of her husband.
Ralph had come a long way in the last few weeks. From hapless cuckold to Vice President of the company. I had no doubt that watching other men take me had turned him on, but it seemed he enjoyed cuckolding as much as being cuckolded.
I wasn’t upset, we were both exploring new horizons and part of me wanted the tight little blonde hotwife to ride my tongue so I could taste the eager slut for myself.
We slipped into our uniforms, placed the royal blue stewardess caps on and exited the change room. Lance and Ralph were waiting for us. The two of them sat on opposite sides of the plane in rotating recliners.
I have to confess, even as Lance’s eyes swept up my body, I trembled in anticipation. There was a carnal hunger to him lately I couldn’t help but succumb to.
“Now that our cabin crew are ready,” Lance chuckled. “Time for takeoff. Get this bird in the air.”
I led the way over to them, but before I could reach my seat, Lance uncrossed his leg and patted his thigh, indicating I should sit there. Not to be outdone, Ralph pulled Lauren into his lap.
She giggled as she fell over the edge of the armrest, her flimsy top parting to give a tantalizing view of her demi cup bra and full breasts.
Melissa looked back and forth from Lance to Ralph as if deciding where she should go.
“More than enough of me to go around.” Lance beckoned as he guided the perky hot wife onto the armrest beside him.
“Now ladies, none of you have been to the Cuckold Club before so let me share with you what will occur over the next few days. We will fly into Las Vegas today. Tonight there will be an auction. Men, powerful men will bid on you for the chance to be the first to enjoy your companionship. Tomorrow there will be a house party, it is an orgy the likes of which you’ve never seen in your lives. Tomorrow night we conduct business before the Cuckold Conquest, and we return home Monday morning.”
“The Cuckold Conquest?” I asked, it sounded primal.
“The final event of the weekend. Where the cuckold husbands who have been left at home, watch as their wives are enjoyed by a host of other men. I’ve paid one of the staff to impersonate your hubby Alexis.”
Lance turned to Ralph. “Under no circumstances, is anyone to know that you are Alexis’ husband. Do you understand me?”
Ralph nodded calmly and I wondered if he’d be able to maintain that calm disposition in the debauchery that was to come.
“This weekend is a free-for-all ladies. Men will ask you for things and you will be expected to provide for their pleasure. You’ll each be spoiled rotten, but I warn you, the Cuckold Club will test even your levels of sexual stamina and endurance.”
“I can’t wait,” Melissa clapped her hands giddily.
I was a little nervous, but I shared her sentiment. Lauren said nothing, she just settled into Ralph’s lap and started gently rocking against her crotch. Lance’s sexretary seemed to have taken a special interest in my hubby of late. I wondered why.
Was it because Lance was showing me more affection than usual on account of the baby? Was she feeling left out? In any event I resolved to keep an eye on her as we soared skyward.
We nattered about the weekend and what it might bring while Lance and Ralph discussed the operation of Reynolds Capital. It was interesting to watch Ralph hold his own, rather than be run over by Lance as had been the case the night he’d come over to dinner.
Lance had dominated the discussion, dominated the room, and ultimately dominated me. Helping himself to my body until I’d climaxed for him, before bending me over and taking me in front of my husband.
As we reached cruising altitude I felt Lance’s hand snake across my jacket, before parting it and slipping his hand inside. By breath caught as his firm hand cupped my breast.
His thumb traced circles around my areola as I slid off his thigh into his lap. I could feel him stirring beneath me, and may or may not have started encouraging him by rubbing my thong-clad ass against his hard shaft.
“If you’d like to ride my cock Alexis,” Lance breathed, loud enough Ralph couldn’t miss it, “All you have to do is ask.”
Ralph’s eyes met mine as I rocked against Lance. I loved my husband, but I also loved his boss’s cock. Lance was hung like a horse and I couldn’t get enough of him. He filled me in ways I never knew was possible, and it didn’t surprise me that his massive member had bred me so quickly. That thought sent a wicked thrill through me.
I reached for his hands and used them to pull open my jacket so my heaving chest was on display for the rest of the cabin.
“Please sir,” I panted in a sultry whisper. “Can I ride your cock?”
Lance mauled my tits as I ground into his hardening cock. It was protruding obscenely from between my legs and we were in danger of tearing through his slacks.
Not to be outdone, Lauren slid off Ralph’s lap and onto her knees in front of him. In second she had his cock out and was bobbing eagerly on it, savoring his hardness.
“Mmm,” Ralph groaned. “You’re so good at that.”
He played with her hair while she sucked his cock, and I wondered if she was better at it than me. I didn’t want to believe it was true, but the pleasure etched in my husband’s face was hard to ignore.
I was about to try and prove my skills but Melissa was already on her knees, wrestling Ralph’s belt off so she could pull his slacks to the floor. Lance’s cock was warm against my thighs and she wasted no time in sucking its massive head into her mouth.
Peeling my thong aside I grabbed a handful of the blonde slut’s hair and guided her to my pussy.
“Don’t forget me, dear.” We might have all had the same role in this organization but I was determined to be at the top of the food chain and I was sure that carrying Lance’s baby helped my case. Still, I wanted to be sure.
I needn’t have worried, Melissa eagerly began lapping and teasing my lips, working her way up to my clit for a few moments while she stroked Lance.
“Ready to join the Mile High club?” Lauren asked my hubby in that sultry young tone of hers.
Ralph looked over her head at me, as Lance teased my nipples to hardness.
“Oh yes,” he answered gleefully grabbing her hand and dragging her to her feet.
Truth be told I was a little jealous it was someone else initiating him into that select club. My own initiation had come when Pearse had whisked me away for the weekend. And Ralph had watched it on his phone. Much like I was watching Lauren straddle his rock hard erection. She rode him cowgirl, and even I had to admit she had a nice ass.
My jealousy was eased as Lance hefted me into the air and guided my soaked pussy back down onto his cock. I drew a sharp breath as he entered me. No matter how many times I took him, I still loved the sensation of him as he stretched me open.
“That’s it Alexis,” he grabbed my waist as he impaled me. Deprived of a dick for herself, Melissa was left playing with her own needy sex. Fortunately for me that left her tongue free and I beckoned her back to my folds. I soon discovered the joy of being eaten out while riding a proper cock. It was exquisite.
My hubby had put his chair back and had one of Lauren’s tits in his mouth as he thrust eagerly up into her. I could hear how wet she was with every pump.
“That’s it baby,” she pleaded. “Come for me.”
Ralph couldn’t answer, his mouth was far too full with her tasty tit, but he gripped her waist and bucked up into her.
“Mmmm,” she groaned appreciatively and I knew the little hussy was milking my husband right into her tight young pussy.
I’m not sure why I was feeling jealous. I was getting all the sex I could have ever wanted, but still I found myself feeling pangs of jealousy as the hot young sexretary dominated my husband’s attention.
Maybe I was so used to him being mine, and mine alone I was having trouble adapting to our new reality. My musings were cut short as Lance squeezed my nipples. It wasn’t the soft gentle fondle he often indulged in.
No this was firm, demanding and unyielding. He didn’t release them, the combination of pleasure and pain was dizzying as he pistoned in and out of my sex. Melissa resumed her assault on my clit, tasting and teasing it before sucking my sweet nub into her mouth and pulsing it with her tongue.
“I’m coming,” I gasped as my orgasm radiated out from my clit. “Oh my….wow…Melissa,” my words dissolved into a giddy giggle as I came on her tongue.
Lance pulled me down onto his cock as it throbbed deep within me. Moments later I felt the warmth of his seed as he filled me to the brim. I leaned back against his shoulder, rocking gently on his cock so that each motion would cause a little more of him to be drained within me.
I could feel my lover’s seed seeping out of me as Melissa did her best to clean my pussy for me. She was such an eager agreeable little slut I was kind of glad Ralph had chosen her to accompany us.
“You poor thing,” I remarked as I ran my hand through her hair. “These two have already spent their strength and you’ve not had any dick yet.”
“We can’t have that now,” Lance laughed. “Why don’t you head on up to the cockpit Melissa, I’m sure our pilots would be more than happy to give you a double dose of what you need.”
Melissa’s eyes sparkled as she giddily climbed to her feet and raced to the cockpit.
Lauren got to her feet, my hubby’s seed running slowly down her thigh. “Don’t mind us.” Her eyes settle on me. “We’re just going to have a rinse in the shower.”
“Why get clean, when we’re just going to get dirty again.” Ralph gave her a spanking.
“Behave you,” she giggled as she dragged him down the plane.
“Never,” he replied as he looked back at me. “Don’t let my wife off easy Lance.”
“I would never,” Lance whispered in my ear.
I slid off his lap and took his softening cock into my mouth. All I could think of was how hard it was going to be to fly commercial next time I had to. Here’s to hoping I never would.
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