by Lexi Archer
Not that I could blame the guy for looking. Nicole was the kind of girl who could look like a runway model in the frumpiest of clothes, and when she was really trying to get guys’ attention her sexuality shone with the light of the sun. She was usually trying to get guys’ attention too since she was well aware of how much I enjoyed her showing off.
There was also the matter of poor Craig’s recent breakup. I knew he’d been having trouble with relations in the bedroom leading up to the breakup and I figured that had something to do with why they ended up splitting even though he’d been vague. The point was it had already been awhile since he’d had any sort of intimate fun with a lady before he broke up with his girl, and it didn’t help that he hadn’t had much luck on our vacation.
He might’ve had more luck if he spent more time actually pursuing some of the half-drunk girls who were throwing themselves at him on the beach, but he’d been more interested in mooning over my wife which I hadn’t exactly stopped because hey, fucking turn on.
Up top Nicole was wearing a halter top that showed off a good portion of her back and also was one of those designs where it felt like all it would take was for her to lean forward just a little bit to go falling out of the whole damn thing. I licked my lips as I thought of that, but then we were in line and I had to concentrate more on taking my shoes and belt off at the right time so that I wasn’t running the risk of being “randomly selected” for a more in-depth violation of my rights than what they were already doing.
Soon enough we were through that nightmare of boredom and stepping onto the plane that was to be our torture chamber for the next eight to ten hours depending on whether or not the jet stream was in a benevolent mood.
When we stepped onto the plane I felt like there was a good chance it wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as the flight out here in coach, though. We had to go up a level to get to first class which I figured was already a pretty good sign, and once we were up there I was treated to a glorious sight.
“Damn,” Nicole said.
“You got that right,” Craig said.
The seats up here weren’t seats so much as they were lounge chairs set up two abreast on either side of the plane with plenty of room in the middle for flight attendants to go back and forth with booze or food. This looked like pictures of flying or movies from the good old days between the advent of passenger jets and deregulation.
In short, it looked like paradise compared to what I’d been forced to endure on the flight out here. Of particular interest was just how large those seats were. Large enough that I was pretty sure they’d easily be able to accommodate more than one person sitting in one at a time. I was still feeling a little turned on from the beach earlier, there hadn’t been time between lunch and rushing to the airport to take care of the very hard situation that developed as a result of that flirtation, and I found myself wondering if maybe the missuz would be interested in getting a little frisky on the plane.
The mile high club was something that had always been on my bucket list, and there seemed like no better time than the present. After all, we were going to be on the plane overnight flying over the ocean and it looked like the flight wasn’t all that full to begin with. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for a little fun.
We slid into our seats and I leaned back and sighed. The thing was cushiony and perfect in every way. I knew I was making the right decision when I decided to go for the first class upgrade. From the way Nicole was sighing as she leaned back into her own seat it seemed that she was in agreement. Besides, we could afford it, so why not splurge just a little?
I decided to keep some of my more carnal urges to myself until the plane was good and in the air and we were at cruising altitude over the Pacific. Of course that didn’t mean I was just sitting there. No, the entire time I was running through that interaction on the beach earlier in the day. I was thinking about Craig and my wife getting a little more up close and personal than was probably strictly appropriate for a married woman and her husband’s best friend. I thought about some of the fun we might have gotten up to in the hotel had this come out earlier in the week rather than on my last day of vacation.
It was a damn shame, and yet… I glanced over to the other side where Craig had a row all to himself. Like I said, the entire flight was pretty deserted. It was like a ghost town. I’d only seen one other business type dude up at the front of the flight and he had one of those lame masks over his face now and was snoring loud enough that it could be heard over the steady drone of the plane. There was also a family in the back, but I had a feeling they were going to be out cold by the time we got underway anyways. The kids had that exhausted look of children who’d just been on an awesome vacation and the parents had the shell-shocked exhaustion that I imagined came with going on a vacation with a bunch of kids.
No, the coast was clear except for the flight attendants, and even they were keeping up to their part of the plane. Yeah, an overnight flight that was more or less deserted in first class seemed like the perfect opportunity, and I decided to seize on it.
I leaned in closer to Nicole. She was staring out the window, she always loved staring out the window, but she turned and smiled when I caught her attention. That smile turned to a look of surprise as she felt my hand running up her leg and finally coming to rest on that treasure between her legs that was oh-so-inviting.
“What if someone sees us?” she hissed. She looked towards the front of the plane where some of the flight attendants were holed up, but glancing up there they seemed preoccupied with their smart phones and one of them even looked like he was sitting back and enjoying a nap. Not that I was annoyed or anything that they were sleeping on the job. It would make it that much easier to do what I had in mind.
“Everyone’s asleep. No one’s going to notice if we have a little fun. We can just pull a blanket over and have some fun,” I said.
I pointedly hadn’t looked over to where Craig was sitting. I was hoping Nicole would do what, sure enough, she did next. She leaned forward and looked over to where he was sitting. Her eyes narrowed and then she was looking back to me.
“Craig is still awake,” she said. A simple statement of fact. No inflection to her voice whatsoever. She wasn’t accusing me of something, not exactly, but the question was obvious there even if she wasn’t coming out and saying it.
“So what if Craig is still awake?” I said. “Y’know as deserted as this flight is we could probably even do away with the blanket. It’s not like we have to worry about any strangers watching, right?”
I was trying to keep my voice cool. Collected. I didn’t want to make it too damn obvious that the one thing I wanted more than anything was for Craig to watch and enjoy the show while I had a little fun with my wife. Then again what I wanted more than anything was for him to enjoy the show so much that he decided he had to get in on the action, though that seemed like almost too much to ask of the powers that ran the universe.
Nicole looked over to where Craig was sitting again and this time I risked a glance. He was reading something on his tablet, but he also kept glancing over at us. It was obvious he could see we were deep in conversation, and it was also obvious that he was curious about what the hell was going on here.
“Fine, you want to give your buddy a show?” she asked.
I licked my lips. She was actually thinking about it. She was actually going to give in. I couldn’t believe my luck. We’d never gone this far before. Sure she’d flashed a couple of guys “on accident” before, but we’d never actually done it where someone else could see. At least not where someone else could see and we knew they were watching. My cock was straining painfully against my shorts as I thought about where this might go.
Then I forgot all about the world around us as Nicole leaned up and pressed her lips against mine.
3: First Class Switcheroo
Nicole didn’t waste much time. No sooner had she made the decision to get a little naughty while flying the friendly
skies than she was getting really naughty. Her mouth opened to mine and her tongue was shooting out and swirling around my own. I was overwhelmed by the smell of her. By how intense it felt having her rubbing against me. By the knowledge that at any moment someone could walk past and catch us.
By the knowledge that Craig was right across the aisle, and I had a feeling he wasn’t paying much attention to his tablet anymore! Not that I could look over and see what he was doing. No, I was far too preoccupied with Nicole moving to climb on top of me.
Damn! She did move fast. She must’ve still been really turned on from the fun we were having earlier on the beach, because no sooner had we started making out than her body was grinding against mine. Her pussy was pressing down against my cock and it was all I could do to hold on for the ride. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me, met her thrust for thrust all while thanking the heavens above that I’d gone for the upgrade that allowed us to do this and to do it in comfort.
I pulled away and stared up at her. She locked eyes with me, there was just enough light to make out detail, and then she reached down and grabbed my hand. Moved it up and I was cupping her tits. It was a motion that I’d done plenty of times before, but there was something electric about it this time around that made that simple familiar motion seem as hot as the first time I got to explore her tits.
I fell back against the seat and groaned as she continued that subtle grinding. As she continued taking me on a tour of a world of forbidden pleasure that was so fucking exciting. I also took the opportunity to risk a glance up towards the front of the plane. It didn’t seem like there was any danger of being caught coming from that direction. Then I glanced over to Craig and I had to work very hard not to come in my pants when I locked eyes with him.
He was watching. And from the smile on his face he seemed to be enjoying the show we were putting on. He was staring intently at my wife, and I decided to do a little more for him.
I licked my lips and reached up to her tank top. I pulled on the string closest to Craig and it fell down over her shoulder. She glanced over to him and then back down to me with a thin smile on her face. She knew exactly what I was doing, and from the way she picked up in intensity as she bore down on my cock it seemed like she enjoyed the idea of showing off in a very public and very intimate way that was so far beyond anything we’d done before when we were exploring this fantasy.
Nicole bit her lip as she looked back to me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m more sure than I’ve been of anything ever,” I said.
And I really was sure. This was the moment. This was the time when we were finally going to take this fantasy beyond Nicole showing off in skimpy outfits when we were out at parties. Beyond Nicole wearing the sort of bikini on the beach that made it look like she was about to do a photo shoot for the swimsuit issue. I was actually going to be showing her off, and I was shivering in anticipation as I pulled down on the other strap of her tank top. As we moved closer and closer to that moment of delicious inevitability where her tits were going to bounce free as I pulled her tank top down.
I moved one hand up to her cleavage. I felt her skin burning against my finger. Burning where I was about to show off my wife in a very real way. Deliberately where there could be no mistake that showing her off was exactly what I was doing. Nothing like some of the “accidents” we’d engineered in the past where she flashed someone but left some doubt as to whether or not it was intentional.
This was so much more intense than those moments. I felt like I was going to shake apart. I felt like I was doing to come against her just from dry humping, and I was fighting very hard to resist that urge even as I was getting closer and closer to the edge as I started pulling down on her tank top.
I glanced over to Craig to try and keep it under control in my pants, but that wasn’t helping much either. His eyes were riveted to the spot where I was pulling down. Where there was nothing but how goddamn tight that tank top was to keep it from falling down and revealing my wife’s treasures to another man. He glanced at me for a moment, disbelief plain on his face that was a good fucking match to the disbelief I was feeling at actually doing this, but then his eyes were back on my wife as the tank top moved down. Down.
“Do you want to see?” I whispered. It might seem like everyone in this part of the plane was asleep, but I didn’t want to risk waking someone up or drawing their attention. Craig locked eyes with me again.
“Fuck yeah I want to see!” he said, also in a whisper. A hoarse whisper, as though he was having trouble keeping it under control. I imagined his own cock rock hard in his pants as he stared at my wife. As he thought about all the things he’d like to do to her. As he imagined he was the one sitting under her with her grinding against his cock, his hands on the verge of revealing her tits.
And it suddenly occurred to me that it might be a hell of a lot more fun if he was the one who was doing this. If he was the one under Nicole while her nipples strained out for him. I certainly thought she’d be up for it given everything that happened on the beach earlier today, but at the same time I was well aware that there was a huge difference between fantasizing about something happening and actually going through with it. I knew that she might not be as up for doing this in person as she was about going over it in dirty talk while we were fucking.
Still, I figured there wasn’t going to be any better opportunity than right now when the three of us were still high on vacation. When they’d shared that sexy moment on the beach and now the three of us were sharing this charged moment together in the darkness of a plane flying over the Pacific at hundreds of miles an hour.
That seemed like the kind of time to take a chance, and so I took it.
“You know I think Craig might have a lot more fun with this if he was the one who was getting to do this,” I whispered. Craig’s eyes went wide, but Nicole seemed to almost expect me to say something like this. The smile on her face certainly told the story of a woman who was up to some mischief and wanted to get a hell of a lot more naughty before the night was over. The way she picked up the grinding against my cock certainly told the story of a woman who was horny to the point of being willing to do almost anything, and that dovetailed nicely with how I was feeling.
“Are you sure you want that?” Nicole asked.
“That depends. Is that something you want?” I asked.
“Um, do I get a say in this?” Craig asked.
“Hush. You know you want this,” Nicole said with a grin. A grin that told me she wanted it as much as he wanted it. As much as I wanted it. It was pretty fucking obvious that the three of us needed this, and the only thing holding us back was that none of us wanted to be the one to give the final go ahead.
Well that was one that I was more than willing to take for the team! If one of us needed to really get the ball rolling on this then I was more than happy to get that started, because I desperately needed to see Nicole on top of another man. The obsession had taken hold of my imagination and it was driving me wild imagining her on top of Craig.
“I think we need to let Craig come over here and have a little fun baby,” I said.
Nicole bit her lip. She looked over to Craig one final time and then back to me. She drove her pussy down against my cock in a particularly aggressive move that had me grunting and holding on tight to her waist because if I didn’t hold onto something while I concentrated on anything but the incredible feeling of her pussy pressing against my cock then we were going to have a very explosive situation very quickly, if you catch my drift.
It took a couple of moments of staring at the seatbelt sign overhead and trying to think of anything but Nicole over me, of Craig coming over here to join her, before I got it under control enough that I trusted myself to move again. I looked back at my wife and she was smiling down at me with obvious mischief. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing.
“So are you ready honey? Do you think you can handle it? This is one h
ell of a line you’re crossing,” she said.
“Are you ready to cross it with me?”
“I am.”
There was no hesitation in her voice. No stopping to think about it. Just the quiet and resolute confirmation that she was ready to do something that could very well lead to us violating the vows we’d taken on our wedding day. Violating them in one hell of a huge way. I started shivering again as I thought about the deliciously naughty and forbidden possibilities that were opening up before us. A world of opportunity and exploration that was going to start with a guy who I trusted implicitly.
Perhaps the one guy in the world that we could safely cross this line with. I guess in a way it was appropriate that it was Craig. Any other guy and the jealousy would’ve overridden my desire to see my wife with another man. With Craig it didn’t seem like quite as big a deal though. He felt safer precisely because I knew him so well.
“Let’s do it then,” I said.
Nicole cocked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. I’d phrased it that way deliberately. Let her read whatever she wanted into it. Nicole looked over to Craig and grinned as she slid over to the window seat.
“Are you ready Craig?”
4: Mile High
Craig didn’t waste any time. He leaned out and glanced first towards the front of the plane where it looked like all of the flight attendants had dozed off at this point, and then to the back of the plane where that family was probably all asleep. At least Craig didn’t see anything that was going to stop him from a chance at getting with my wife, and in a flash he was across the aisle and making his way past me.
I couldn’t help but notice in the dim light as he shimmied past me that his cock was rock hard and pressing out in his shorts. Oh yeah, he’d definitely enjoyed the little show we put on. It made me even harder thinking that he was getting so hard thinking of my wife. That he was so hard from the little tease we’d just put on for him where he almost got to see her tits.