One Hotwife Tackles Two Pilots
And gives them a flight they’ll never forget.
Real hotwives know how to multitask. That’s why we have two hands and one mouth…so we can please multiple men and tell our husband all about it.
Mine was stuck at home for the weekend while I flew to Vegas with his boss for the Cuckold Club. It was my first time flying private and I had found a pair of pilots who were twiddling their thumbs in the cockpit. Now I was on my knees between them, taking turns blowing a pair of impressive cocks.
One of the pilots snapped a picture of me, and sent it to my hubby. He was going to love this. Normally he liked to watch, but we both knew that wouldn’t always be possible. Still the pics were something at least. Knowing him he’d be jerking off to them already.
As I sucked and bobbed on the pilot’s cock, I wondered just how many times my hubby would please himself wondering what I was up to. I made a mental note to ask him about it later.
“I can’t take any more,” the blonde copilot groaned as I deepthroated his shaft.
“She is good, isn’t she?” the bearded pilot chuckled.
It dawned on me that I didn’t even know their names. I didn’t particularly care to. I was just looking for some much needed satisfaction. I’d got all worked up watching the others, and wanted some fun of my own.
Blondie, grabbed my head with both hands and thrust deep into my throat. Poor fool, he’d break before I did.
Sure enough, his cock jerked. I felt the first wad strike the back of my throat and drew back stroking him onto my tongue. Long firm strokes as he shook and trembled, firing thick ropes into my waiting mouth.
I milked his soul right out of him and swallowed as he collapsed back into his pilot’s seat.
“Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve had a blowjob that good,” he said as he grinned from ear to ear.
“Perhaps,” the pilot laughed. “But while you recover, I’m going to enjoy this tight little pussy.”
He lifted me off the floor, scooped me up and set me on the dashboard. He parted my legs, and I set one on his chair, and one on the copilot’s arm rest. My lacy thong was jerked to one side, where I’d left it so I could play with myself.
I was wanton as my soaked lips were exposed to both of them. They could see just how horny I was, and their lust-filled stares made me tremble.
The bearded pilot thrust two fingers into my soaked pussy.
“You’re so tight,” he growled as he fingered my nineteen year old pussy.
“Imagine how I’ll feel when you’re in me,” I groaned, hoping he’d get the hint and give me what I was craving.
He did, he guided the head of his girthy cock to my soaked entrance and teased me with the head.
“Fuck me, please,” I panted, grinding forward against him but his hand on my stomach kept me form impaling myself on his big cock.
“Beg me,” he demanded as he teased my clit with the soft spongy head.
“Please fuck me.” I looked up and realized he was recording me with his phone. “My hubby isn’t here and I need someone to fuck me properly.”
Leaning forward he drove that meaty member deep into me. I collapsed back onto the instrument panel, and the pilot filmed every moment as he used my tight pussy.
“Yes, baby, that’s exactly what I need.”
With the smartphone in one hand, he fondled my tits with the other. Tweaking and teasing my hard nipples.
His cock had a nice upward thrust to it, and the angle of the dash meant his every thrust was applying exquisite pressure against my g-spot. I bit my lip as my pleasure built.
“Come for me,” the pilot breathed. “Come on my cock while your hubby watches.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip as he drove deeper. He was relentless, working that big cock deeper and deeper inside me. The bearded pilot grinned as he teased my nipple, then without warning he leaned forward and clamped his lips around it. Slowly but surely he teased it between his teeth.
I came hard. My body bucking against him as he tortured my hard nipple, and the phone caught everything. It caught the look of utter glee on my face as he reached places inside me my husband never had. It caught my poor tortured nipple as he finally released it from his lips. And it caught me begging for more as he pulled out of my married pussy.
Only my tight little pussy had broken his resolve just like my mouth had broken his copilot. He shot thick ropes across my stomach as he came, filming it for my hubby as he made a mess all over me.
Frankly I was surprised he’d shown that much restraint. Ralph and the other executives tended to drain their balls deep inside me. Perhaps that was because of the dominance it showed. Nothing said I’m the boss, quite like seeding your employee’s wife. It was the ultimate in cuckolding.
Or perhaps the ultimate was what Lance had done to Ralph. He’d taken Alexis into his bed and bred her, making his VP’s wife his own. Perhaps that was the ultimate. It was funny how these new experiences in the Cuckold Club were shaping my perspective.
I’d always been a hotwife, but my hubby was rather willing. Watching the power struggle between Lance and Ralph was rather arousing to me. Lance claiming his wife, while Ralph took his favorite sex pet, Lauren.
Clearly Lance had chosen her for the position, and by position I mean all the positions he wanted to put her in, and clearly had over the years. Without realizing my hand had found it’s way back to my clit and was slowly circling as I rode out the afterglow of my orgasm.
“I think she’s ready for you,” the pilot chuckled as he slumped back into his seat spent.
No sooner had he vacated the space between my legs than his copilot was standing there, stroking his second wind.
“Is that for me?” I giggled as he lubed his thick head against my entrance. “Take your time, I’m not in a hurry tiger, and you shouldn’t be either.”
“I don’t do anything by half,” the copilot laughed as he grabbed my slender waist and rolled me over onto my stomach until I was bent over the dash staring out at the blue sky, my heels planted firmly on the cockpit floor as he maneuvered himself to my entrance.
The bearded pilot leaned forward and set the phone in front of me so that it was recording the unobstructed view of my near naked body as the copilot thrust into me from behind.
The first thrust was firm and hard, just like I like it. Any fear that the copilot might have wasted his whole strength in my mouth were soon dispelled. If anything, he was harder the second time around.
My breasts bounced with every powerful thrust as he drove himself deep inside me. He was much girthier than my husband, a fact I appreciated even more as he grabbed my slender waist and used me hard.
Trapped between his plunging thrusts and the dashboard of the private jet I could do nothing but take everything he had to give. The copilot gave me a dozen deep thrusts before withdrawing. Without warning he spanked my firm ass, sending a ripple through me.
“Again,” I panted as the pain and pleasure mingled.
Drawing back he swatted my ass again, and again. On the third spanking he buried himself back inside me and fucked me properly. As he did, I realized his earlier performance was intentional. He wanted to make sure he had plenty in the tank for round two.
And his tastes tended to the rough which was just fine with me. He grabbed my ponytail in one hand, and the flimsy skirt in the other and pounded me for all he was worth. I thrust back against him as much as I could but after ten minutes of furious fucking, I just surrendered to his insatiable needs and let him fuck me into the dashboard.
I came, hard. Multiple times. After my first orgasm, I always found my second came much easier. I always got so sensitive in the wake of proper pleasure. The copilot made the most of it and used me hard.
I didn’t complain, I loved every minute of it. Whispering lewd things into the camera for my hubby who would doubtless stroke himself furiously at the sight of me being used like a giddy little fuck doll.
On my third orgasm the copilot buried himself to the hilt and came inside me, his cock jerking and spasming as he deposited his second load for the day. The first had been in my mouth, the second in my very married pussy.
His thrusts grew slower, less urgent as he slowly but surely worked every drop deep inside me. I just rested my head on the dash, looking out at the clear blue skies.
This really was the only way to fly.
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