Treating My Hubby To A Mile-High Anal Fuck With An Air-Hostess
I’d managed to keep it a secret from my husband right up until we boarded the plane. I walked in front of him and turned back to watch as he admired the many sexy stewardesses that greeted us on boarding in first-class.
“They really push the boat out,” he said, eyeing a woman from top to bottom as we found our way to our private cabin.
You see, Anthony thought his fortieth birthday present was a trans-Atlantic trip to London, and — while that was true — the journey just happened to be as big a part of his treat as the destination itself.
I’d found Arousal Airways after plenty of clandestine searching online. I decided early on that I wanted to treat him to a first-class experience, as neither of us had ever flown that way before in our lives. However, whilst searching for the airline to take us on our vacation I happened upon a very peculiar, unique company indeed.
From what I could discern it appeared to be offering a very specific kind of travel service, the likes of which other airlines couldn’t deliver. The language was deliberately vague, but nevertheless intriguing and seductive. They italicized words and phrases like ‘package’ and ‘in flight entertainment.’ It promised to be a once-in-a-lifetime journey and they were absolutely right.
The plane itself had a long, thin aisle down the middle and either side was a selection of booths, each of them private. We walked down towards number eleven — our booth — and opened the small door that led inside.
“Jesus Christ!” Anthony exclaimed, looking wide-eyed at his mode of travel.
“Pretty special, huh?” I said. I’d seen the cabins online but they didn’t really prepare me for the real thing. They were so spacious.
“Mr. and Mrs. Thomas?” a spritely, young woman said, standing in the door of our private cabin in a kinky ensemble of garments.
“Yes?” I said.
“I’m Lucy, I’ll be your private stewardess for today’s trip. How are we feeling today?”
“Just fine, Lucy,” Anthony said, still drinking in the surroundings. “Is that …” he walked over to the glass fridge in the corner. “We have our own bar?!”
“Of course,” Lucy said.
I don’t quite think Anthony had yet paid her the attention she deserved. He’d been so busy inspecting the cabin that he hadn’t noticed the fish-net stockings that stretched up her long, slender legs and disappeared beneath her mini-skirt. Above she wore a tiny white shirt with this cutesy little sash and a classic stewardess’s hat to boot.
“If you want something a little more complex, I’d be happy to service you,” she said.
That got him. Anthony looked over to the door and I watched his Adam’s apple drop out of his throat as the blood rushed to his crotch.
“Is that right?” he said, and he looked across to me to check if he’d heard her correctly.
All I could do was smile, looking away to the floor and then coquettishly across at Lucy who had no-doubt done this a thousand times before.
“That’s correct, Sir,” she said, taking a step into the cabin in her high-heels and putting on a sultry stage-whisper. “We aim to please here at Arousal Airlines.”
She walked out of the cabin and I took a step over towards Anthony, putting my hand on the bottom of his chin and closing his mouth.
“Arousal Airlines?!” he said, looking at me, bewildered.
“It took me a long time to find them.”
“Arousal Airlines?!” he repeated, aghast.
I laughed. “Yes, honey! Arousal Airlines!”
“What in God’s name is that?”
I put a hand on his tie and straightened it out. The pair of us had dressed for the occasion in order to sell the whole “first-class” thing to Anthony.
“I figured I’d do something special for my special man’s fortieth birthday.”
“Just what the hell do they do on here?”
“Well,” I began, but a tap on the door interrupted us.
“Your caviar and champagne,” Lucy said.
“Perfect,” I said, turning to face our private beauty.
“I’ll just set it down here.”
The pair of us watched as she bent over at the waist and placed the caviar and champagne on a small table by the door. It stood beside our two seats that faced the front of the plane. Opposite was a large, flat-screen television and above it, on the ceiling, was a long mirror that covered the width of the cabin.
“I’ll be back after take-off,” she said. “That’s when the fun begins.”
She left us again and, once-again, left Anthony with a head full of questions.
“When the fun begins?” he said, almost panicked. “What fun?!”
“Relax,” I laughed, kissing his lips and guiding him to his chair. “You just strap in and enjoy the ride.”
Anthony poured me a glass of champagne and set the bucket in a sunken part of the table that separated us. He placed the caviar tray next to it. We spooned it onto some of the bread and ate and drank like it was the first time we’d ever done either in our lives.
The safety video played on the screen in front of us, replete with scantily-clad stewardesses going through the motions.
There were intermittent smiles and giggles, the pair of us already spoilt beyond belief. The both of us were unaccustomed to this lifestyle, but it was about to get stranger still.
We watched the city disappear below us as we ventured skywards, oblivious to the delights that awaited us in our mile-high, private cabin. The seat-belt sign pinged and we unbuckled. Shortly afterwards there was another knock at our door.
“That must be Lucy,” I smiled.
As the door opened the lights in the cabin turned to a red-hue and some soulful music set the stage for Lucy’s entrance.
She shut the door behind her and turned to the both of us.
“First time?” she asked.
Anthony and I nodded.
“I’ll be gentle,” she said, and she ran her hands down her body and to the inside of her thighs beneath her skirt.
I sat closest to the door and Lucy came to me first. I looked up at her younger body as she straddled my legs and started to dance slowly, thrusting out her curves to the beat of the music.
She must have been in her early-twenties. She had long, blonde hair that looked natural and she had a pair of big, natural tits to boot. They looked ripe as they pressed against the open top of her shirt, giving her an inviting cleavage that was tough to draw the eye away from. Her sash flowed down beside it and her gorgeous, smooth, rounded, cherubic face smiled downwards. Her eyes betrayed her features, giving way to a devilish soul that definitely knew how to be naughty.
Anthony watched close from my side as Lucy writhed over me, pushing up the bottom of my black dress and sitting on my smooth, bare legs.
She writhed across me and I could feel the heat of her pussy beneath her panties as they pressed against my legs. I’d never been with a woman before, but if I was going to pick one to experiment with, it would definitely have been Lucy.
She put her hand on my face now and moved hers to mine. She was so close that I could smell her sweet perfume and if either of us moved forwards another inch our lips would touch.
Lucy smiled and opened her mouth slowly. I saw her pink tongue inside and my mouth became wet at the thought of tasting her. She giggled and pushed off the chair behind me, standing upright. She did a kind of slut-drop move and then kicked out her ass as she span, walking over to Anthony beside me.
“Happy birthday, honey,” I said, and he glanced over quickly to see me laughing. He started to laugh too, but the smile dropped from his face when Lucy straddled him and turned his head to face her.
“This is the birthday boy, huh?” Lucy said, unfastening his tie and opening the top button of his shirt.
“It certainly is,” I called over the music. “He’s forty.”
“Forty, huh,” she said, biting his tie between her teeth and pulling it out from his collar. “I like an older man.”
She stood in front of the both of us and threw the bottom of his tie between her legs, catching it on the other side of her body and flossing it up against the crotch of her panties.
She turned on the spot so that Anthony and I could see her skirt ride up over the top of her fishnet stockings and reveal that perfectly rounded ass of hers. I reached over and took Anthony’s hand as we stared, watching her hungry butt swallow the thin fabric of her panties.
Lucy continued to dance and I started to feel more comfortable in her presence. Her energy was infectious and her lack of inhibitions was intoxicating. I let go of Anthony’s hand and reached over the table towards him, rubbing at the hard packet that I found at the front of his trousers.
“Is it working?” Lucy asked, watching me rub him.
I nodded. “Certainly is.”
She smiled and tossed his tie behind her. She danced in front of us and began to pop open the buttons of her shirt as I rubbed over my husband’s thickness.
I stretched him out beneath his pants and his cock made a b-line for his side-pocket, as though it was making a bid for freedom.
Lucy watched him grow, fixing her eyes on my hand as I pinched around his length. She pulled the bottom of her shirt out from her skirt and we both watched as she pushed it back off her shoulders, revealing her black, lacy bra that barely contained her big tits.
She turned away from the both of us now and set her legs apart wider than her shoulders. She kept the stance as she unzipped the side of her short skirt and Anthony shifted his weight in his seat, clearly affected by the sight of this young beauty undressing in front of him.
“Enjoy it,” I whispered across to him, pointing my mouth in his direction but refusing to turn my head.
Lucy unzipped all the way down, then she brought her feet together and her mini-skirt fell down her legs, dropping quickly to her feet where she stepped her high-heels out of it.
We watched her ass bounce as she flexed it in front of us to the music, dancing her ass-cheeks in perfect synchronicity. I couldn’t imagine having that kind of control over my body.
Anthony and I marveled from our seat as she turned to face us. She walked back over towards me and crouched to the floor. Her hands ran up from my bare ankles, along my smooth calves and then up and under my dress.
My eyes widened and my pupils fattened as she searched up under my skirt — but I didn’t stop her. I had framed the occasion in such a way that I felt as though the three of us could do anything in that room and it would be okay. It was like a private booth of sin that we could indulge in without fear of recrimination or judgment.
I felt her naughty fingers curl over the top of my panties and I lifted my ass as she dragged them down. Anthony watched beside me and I heard him splutter a breath as my panties came down from under my skirt.
Lucy looked across to him and bit her lips, bobbing her eyebrows and putting my panties between her teeth after she’d taken them off my feet.
She stood back up in front of us again and danced. I took Anthony’s hand again, but I didn’t just want to hold it. Instead I moved him to my skirt and Lucy watched, looking proud as I pushed his hand underneath and to my exposed, aching pussy.
Anthony started to move his fingers over my sex, relieving the tension inside me as I felt the juices begin to come to the fore.
Lucy stretched my panties, holding one side in her teeth and pushing the other out playfully with her hand. She tossed them behind her and strode forward to Anthony now, dropping again to her knees and quickly beginning to tackle his belt.
His hand hurried away from my crotch to stop her, but I grabbed his wrist before he could protest. He looked over at me.
“Let her,” I said, and I felt the muscle in his arm relax as he exhaled. I pulled his arm back over towards my crotch and he continued. He stared down as Lucy unfastened his belt and pulled his trousers open wide.
I watched as her hand rubbed over the outline of his cock. She was biting her lip and looking ravenous as she stared down, teasing all three of us as she tickled her long nails over his shaft.
I started to squeeze at my tits beneath my dress and my breaths became longer and deeper. Lucy ran a single finger along the elasticized waist-band of my husband’s boxer-shorts, pulling them out so that I could see the kempt hair and juicy cock that lay in wait inside.
“Wanna join me?” she said suddenly, looking over to me. I damn-near burst out of my chair.
She shuffled over and I perched beside her on the floor. The pair of us looked up at Anthony who didn’t quite know which of us to look at. His face was a picture of aroused nervousness. He’d never been with two women before, but I knew he’d be just fine under Lucy’s tutelage.
She pulled his boxer-shorts and trousers down together now and Anthony lifted his butt off the seat so that we could undress him.
His cock snapped out of his underwear and fell up against his white shirt, stiffer than I’d ever seen him before in his life. I felt a strange sense of pride to be showing him off to Lucy like this. Although she’d no-doubt seen her fair share of cocks, I liked to think that Anthony’s was one of the nicest.
He was thick and long, with a smooth, unblemished crown and a veined shaft that looked like it could really do some damage in the wrong hands. His shaven balls hung heavy at the hilt of his thickness and it was there that Lucy first targeted.
I busied myself with his shoes and socks first of all, removing them and then dragging his pants and underwear off his ankles.
When my head reappeared it was to the sight of Lucy, holding his cock back against his stomach as she sucked one of his balls in her mouth.
Anthony caught my eye and shook his head in disbelief. It was taking me some time to believe it all too, but rather than stop and digest it all I dived in head first.
I moved over Anthony’s lap and pushed his legs open wider, putting my face beside Lucy’s now. She looked to me and kissed my cheek with that infectious smile of hers. I turned my face to hers and before I knew it we were kissing. She drove her tongue into my mouth and I tasted her in me. I’d never kissed a woman like this before and there was something tender and alien about it all. When my hand touched her face it was shocking to feel the smooth, gentle jaw of a woman and not that of another man.
I broke from the kiss and smiled, but before we could do it all again she’d turned her attentions forwards towards Anthony’s as-yet-unsucked cock.
“Would you like to do the honors?” she asked, holding him in her fist.
“Let me show you how he likes it,” I said, and I pushed my brown hair behind my ear and mouthed gently over the top of Anthony’s cock.
His hands gripped the arm-rest and his knuckles turned white as I eased my mouth down on him, keeping my grip around his shaft loose so as to glide over him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and Lucy giggled and looked up at him.
She pumped slowly at the hilt of his dick, watching closely as I brought my mouth up and off him. His cock glistened in the low, red light of the cabin and Lucy was drawn towards it now, like a moth to the flame.
“Let me show you how I like to do it,” she said.
I knelt before Anthony like a student in training and I watched as Lucy put her mouth over him just like I had. Unlike me though, Lucy didn’t stop in her descent. Her mouth continued down his shaft until I was wondering just where the hell Anthony’s cock had gone. I leant back to take in the view, cocking my head like a puppy that’s just seen a new trick.
Lucy’s throat bulged as she pressed the top of Anthony’s cock into it, but she didn’t gag. Instead she relished the sensation, opening her eyes and looking sidelong at me. She seemed to smile, but it was tough to tell with a mouth full of my husband’s hard cock.
“Damn,” I hushed, unable to take my eyes off the event.
She pulled her neck off him and revealed his length again like a sword-swallower. Her mouth gasped and she beat him in her hands, then she offered him over to me.
The pair of us passed his cock between us whilst Anthony stared down and watched, wondering what the hell he’d done to deserve our servitude.
Lucy would kiss at one half of the barrel of his cock while I’d toy with the other, sliding my lips up along him whilst she did the same. His slick cock lay sandwiched between us, but there was much more to the Arousal Airways package I’d ordered than a blowjob.
“One second,” Lucy said. “You keep him busy.”
I looked up at Anthony and kept my eyes on his as I drove him into my mouth, watching the serene expression wash over him as Lucy made some thudding noises behind us.
“Voila,” she said suddenly, and I looked back over my shoulder to see a large bed where the table had been. The flat-screen TV had been covered over and the mirror on the ceiling now sat directly above the bed.
She draped herself on the mattress and looked over at the pair of us. “Care to join me?”
I took my shoes off and unfastened my dress, letting it fall to the floor and forgetting completely that Lucy had already removed my panties.
I closed my legs, about to become embarrassed before I remembered exactly what we were doing. Embarrassment seemed kind of ridiculous, given the occasion.
“Perfect,” Lucy said, admiring my mature body from her position on the bed. “Have you ever been with a woman before?”
I stepped out of the dress and walked over to her as Anthony watched, still seated across from us.
“Never,” I said, and I sat on the mattress beside her.
She leaned in to kiss me, pushing my shoulders down so that I lay across the bed. “We can fix that.”
Anthony took up his cock and jerked slowly as he watched. Lucy started by kissing my lips but before long I was feeling the wet pecks of her mouth descending down my body.
She kissed around my tits and over my bra, biting at my nipples before kissing down over my flat stomach and arriving eventually between my legs.
She glanced over to Anthony who was on the edge of his seat, then she closed her eyes and dropped her mouth right over my pussy.
I sucked a breath and groaned, feeling her fresh lips caress my petals as her tongue slithered out and trailed up the crease.
At first she was gentle, meandering around my folds and teasing me. My clit started to swell and the juices rushed to my pussy, ready for whatever was to happen next.
Suddenly she grabbed the insides of my legs with each hand and pushed them open, then she pierced me with her tongue and pushed it up inside me, licking out the juices that she’d worked so hard to produce.
“She tastes good,” she said, looking over at Anthony.
He started to unbutton his shirt and came over to join us. He knelt at the top of my body and pointed his cock down towards my mouth. Lucy sucked on my pussy again and when I moaned Anthony put his cock right between my lips.
Lucy’s busy lips were delighting me in ways I never thought possible, and it made it increasingly difficult to keep any kind of rhythm over Anthony. Porn-stars made it look so easy. Luckily, he took up the mantle himself.
He started to thrust into me, sending his cock through my open lips and using my mouth like I was his slut. He fucked me slowly at first, looking down his toned stomach as his dick disappeared into my mouth.
Lucy eyed him every now and then as she ate my pussy, running her gaze down from his eyes and over his hairy chest to the big cock that disappeared into my face.
She pushed a finger inside me and rose up on the mattress, looking down as I pushed my ass up off the bed and groaned.
“I want him,” she said. “I want his fucking cock inside me.”
Hastily she unfastened her bra, then she pulled at the tassels on her cutesy black panties and they dropped off her pussy. In a quick few seconds she was completely naked — and she looked fucking good.
“Have him,” I insisted, wanting Anthony to enjoy himself.
I knelt up and guided his hand to hers. Lucy fell back and her big tits shook on her chest as she lay against the mattress.
Anthony knelt over her, his huge cock hanging beneath him and pointing towards her forbidden pussy.
She moved her fingers over herself and used her cum to lather the outside of her flesh as Anthony approached and for a moment I was mere bystander.
“Put him inside me,” she said.
I reached around the back of his thick thigh and grabbed his cock in my hands, steering the tip towards her pussy and moving my head to try and get a good look.
Her pussy was a thin slit of flesh with slender lips that folded out like petals of a flower. There wasn’t a wasted bit of skin on show. Everything looked as though it was being used to sculpt the perfect, most aesthetically-pleasing pussy that I’d ever seen in my life, and Anthony’s beautiful cock was about to sample it.
I looked between his legs and helped steer him, watching him arrive at her aching O and listening to her heady moan as he stretched her open and breached her.
I rubbed my pussy as I watched, taking my bra off so that the three of us were now completely naked, save for Lucy’s slutty sash that hung around her neck.
Anthony pressed himself all the way inside and the pair of them synchronized their breaths, gasping deep and long while I watched.
I moved away for a better view, seeing my husband stare down into the face of his new lover as they shared an intimate connection.
Something about watching them was a turn-on. Being a voyeur, watching on the sidelines like that, was like being a hidden witness to their love — however short-lived it might be. It was hot to see the unadulterated pleasure in Anthony’s eyes as another woman gave him a sample of something I couldn’t give him. She was younger, hotter, tighter than I could ever be and watching him enjoy her was intoxicating.
I leant back on my knees and started to work my fingers over my pussy, putting on my own show for the pair of them as the plane’sengine hummed behind the sensual music that now played in our private cabin.
When my eyes opened the pair of them were staring at me, but Anthony was still busy thrusting away inside her. His ass worked back and forth, moving like a champion race-horse as he claimed his prize.
I felt the rumblings of climax in the background of my emotions, building slowly inside me as my fingers span on my pussy. As hot as it was to watch, it was also kind of hot to be watched, and having the adoration of a young woman like Lucy was giving me a confidence I didn’t know I possessed.
“God, I want that pussy,” she groaned, holding my husband’s ass and pulling him into her. “Look at that fucking pussy, Mr. Thomas.”
“She looks fucking good, doesn’t she,” he said, and the pair of them was staring straight into my wet flesh as my fingers strummed over it.
I brought a hand to my tits and squeezed at my nipples, moaning and letting the moment completely devour me as I gave in to my body.
“Don’t you cum yet,” Lucy said, and my eyes blinked open to see she was talking to me. “I want you to cum on my mouth,” she said. “I want to work that orgasm out of you.”
I hummed appreciatively. “Sounds good to me.”
“Come here,” she said, patting the mattress.
My husband pulled back and his cock slid out of her pussy, covered in a film of white cum. On my way over to the bed I dropped to his cock and sucked her juices off it. Lucy watched, smiling wide-eyed. She seemed to like the image of me tasting her wetness on my husband’s cock.
“Good girl,” she cooed, watching me lick my lips when I’d had my fill. Anthony looked wryly at me as though he was fond of the slut I’d become.
I got down onto the mattress and kept my legs wide open. There was nothing to be coy about now, and as if to prove it Lucy got on all fours and pointed her amazing ass straight at my husband as she dived for my pussy.
“Here’s what I want you to do, Mr. Thomas,” she said, but while she spoke she stared right at my sex. “I want you to tongue my tight little asshole — do you see it?”
“I see it,” Anthony said, biting his lip as he stared into her.
“I want your tongue in it,” she insisted. “And then, once you’ve teased me open, I want that big cock inside my ass. Can you do that?”
Lucy looked up at my shocked expression and the two of us shared a moment. We both knew she was giving Anthony something that he’d probably only ever dreamed of. What guy could possibly refuse the tight, perfect asshole of a woman like Lucy?
“I can do that,” he said.
Lucy closed her eyes and clamped her lips over my pussy. They seemed to display an experience that she couldn’t possibly have garnered in all of her years. They danced over me as though she knew exactly what I needed. She’d pull back and suck on my stiffening clit and then, just as I yearned for it, she’d drive a finger into my core and it’d squeeze on her and beg her to stay inside.
As she busied herself on me I watched over the curves of her butt as my husband pleased himself between her cheeks. His eyes would close as he tongued her, then he’d pull his face back and open her ass with a hand, staring in to admire his handiwork before venturing forwards to do it again.
“He’s licking my ass,” Lucy moaned, talking into my pussy.
Her mouth clasped over it again and I watched Anthony bring a hand up to her ass and work it out of sight.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Fuck that’s good.”
“What’s he doing?” I asked. I had a pretty good idea, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“He’s finger-fucking my tight-asshole,” she said, describing it better than I ever could have hoped.
“Good boy, Anthony,” I smiled, and he looked over her ass at me.
He sucked a finger and pushed it back into her ass, opening her wider and wider in anticipation of his girth that was sure to shock her.
I held her face on me as she ate my pussy, fluttering her fingers over my pussy until I was about ready to burst.
“Now!” she said, looking back to Anthony. “Now. I’m ready.”
He rose up and I saw his rock-hard cock again. He eased himself down and pointed his cock towards his target, leaving my imagination to conjure up the image of this beautiful dick spearing through her gasping ring.
She moaned long and deep and I felt the vibrations of her cries against my over-sensitized pussy. Anthony pushed into her and the moan deepened, then she clasped her lips over me to muffle her cries.
He eased himself in deep, sheathing his length in her asshole in ways that I couldn’t even imagine. The idea of taking that big dick of his in my ass was a daunting prospect, but Lucy seemed to be managing him excellently.
“That’s it,” she grunted, pulling her face off me for the moment. “That’s good. Fuck it. Fuck my ass.”
She seemed possessed by the act, suddenly animated and finding an appreciation for ass-fucking that I didn’t know a woman could muster.
She looked back to him and started to bounce, hitting her butt against Anthony’s hips without him even having to move.
The look on his face was priceless. He was staring down, wide-eyed as he watched his cock disappear over and over into the asshole of our private stewardess. I could practically see him vying to commit the whole thing to a kind of photographic memory so that he could recall it in the future in great detail.
“Does he feel good?” I asked.
“So fucking good,” she moaned.
Anthony gave her ass a slap and she squeaked, groaning like an animal before putting my pussy back on her face.
She dived right in and sucked me harder and deeper, thrashing over my cunt and transferring the energy of Anthony’s thrusts straight onto me.
“Fuck,” I hummed, throwing my head back and feeling the climax fighting to get out.
“Come on my mouth,” Lucy snarled, as though she knew exactly what was happening. “Come on my mouth, you dirty bitch.”
The insult stung me in just the right place. It was a shock to be degraded like that, but I couldn’t deny the assessment. I was a dirty fucking bitch alright.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I groaned, matching my words to the thrusts of my husband.
Lucy pushed two fingers into my pussy and it gripped her in a firm embrace, refusing to let her go. My muscles squeezed her and my vision swirled in magical colors.
Anthony gasped and thrust against her, slapping his hips rhythmically against her ass and pushing her face onto my stiff clit.
I shivered and my thighs closed on her head briefly, trapping her in my honey-pot as it ached out its juices.
She lapped up everything I had to offer, slithering her tongue over the escaping juices and drinking them down. Whatever she didn’t swallow was cast back up against me and smoothed across my flesh with her massaging tongue.
“Now you, Anthony,” she cried, looking back to my husband. “Come. Come in my ass.”
I was still emerging from the throes of my own climax, but I didn’t want to miss my husband’s. That would have been like walking out of the room just as he was about to blow out his candles.
I hurried myself beneath her, turning upside down and wriggling up under her perfect body until my face was staring straight up at her pussy. My husband’s balls slammed against it and I watched the barrel of his cock disappear into her forbidden asshole as he pumped away.
Lucy’s head hung down and she bit the inside of my thigh, teasing a tongue over my pussy every-so-often, but oddly sympathetic to how sensitive it had become now.
I watched her pussy flex and gasp as she moaned and it looked for all the world like she was coming too.
Anthony blasted himself through her ass and I watched him twitch as his own climax approached. His balls pulled away from her, rising to the base of his cock as his cum prepared to leap for freedom.
“I’m gonna come,” he groaned, and the pair of us became excited at the prospect.
“Come with me!” Lucy said, confirming my suspicions as her pussy gasped and her ass pinched and gasped on my husband’s girth.
He thrust quickly to climax and then his rhythm stopped. From my vantage I could practically see the cum surge from the bottom of his cock, all the way up the underside before flooding into Lucy’s asshole.
“Yes!” she cried, and then Anthony’s breaths returned, quick and fast as the lashes flowed out of him.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned, and I lay silent beneath, watching the whole thing like the naughtiest kind of voyeur.
He pumped slowly, pushing his throbbing cock through her tight hole as the ropes of cum blasted from his crown.
She pressed her face into the mattress and moaned into it. It dampened her cries and Anthony worked himself through her slower now. The pulses from the base of his cock grew farther apart until they stopped completely. All that could be heard was the soft music and Lucy’s gasping breaths.
Anthony pulled out and I got the shock of my life. His cum fell out of her and cascaded messily on to my face. I gasped at first, but soon-after the sensation of his warmth on my skin started to feel good.
I don’t know if either of them knew what had happened, but I didn’t care. I started to rub it over me, feeling the velvet texture against me and moaning as I pushed it into my mouth. It seemed strangely right to not let the fruits of our labor go to waste. Thankfully Lucy was on the same wave-length.
“Oh, gosh,” she marveled, looking back. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
She sped her movements, kicking her leg over me and then turning her body so that her face was close to mine.
She dropped on me and started to kiss my mouth and Anthony jerked his spent clock slowly above us, looking down on yet another unforgettable image.
We kissed his cum between us, smacking our lips greedily as Lucy pushed the errant drops that had landed around my face towards our mouths.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Anthony hushed above us, catatonic as he looked down.
We shared his spunk like sex-starved lovers, worshipping his offering and passing it between our mouths until there was hardly any of it left.
Lucy kissed me and tasted him and our tongues wrestled over each other. My husband’s texture felt incredible in her mouth and I vowed that this wouldn’t be the last threesome we experienced as a couple.
Finally he fell between us and Lucy and I draped our bodies over him, staring into each other’s eyes across his hairy chest. We’d bonded in a way I’d never imagined.
“How are you enjoying Arousal Airways?” she asked.
“Already looking forward to the return leg,” Anthony laughed, and our heads bounced on his chest as he did so.
Lucy smiled into my eyes and pursed her lips. “Ready for your in-flight meal?” she asked.
I giggled. “I think I’ve already had dessert.”
She laughed and got to her feet. I moved closer to Anthony and the pair of us watched as our one-time lover got dressed back into her slutty uniform. She didn’t seem to mind too much that the rest of my husband’s seed lay deep in her ass.
“I’ll be right back, you two love-birds,” she said.
When she’d left I kissed Anthony’s face and then his mouth. He breathed a long, deep kiss into me and I felt our relationship blossom inside the two of us, as though we’d unlocked a hidden-room of love and adoration that had needed the most unusual of keys.
“Happy birthday,” I smiled.
THE END
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