Trisha’s Treasure Box - Part 2: The Circles Grow Small: A Cuckold Hotwife Novel (Cockold Wife, Cuckold Stories) (Cuckold hotwife, cuckold humiliation, swinger erotica)

by Sally J.

  The plane took stood at the beginning of the runway and soon the engines fired, growing louder. The plane jolted to a start and soon they were thundering down the runway at top speed. The aircraft took off smoothly and they floated up into the air leaving the specs and dots below. In a few minutes as the plane stabilized and the seat belt sign had been turned off she turned to Thomas,

  “Honey, can you hand me the map?”

  “Here?” quipped Thomas. “Don’t you think it’s a bit risky?”

  “Who’s going to even guess, Thomas?” she said sarcastically, holding her hand out for the map. Still not very convinced Thomas took out the map from his coat pocket and handed it to Trisha, carefully. She unfolded it and spread it out on her thighs and looked at it keenly. She looked at all the unreadable scribbles and lines Mark and Thomas had plotted on the map, trying to guess the location of where the words they had deciphered pointed to. She checked beside her.

  The young man was busy listening to music with his earphones plugged and his eyes closed. She looked back through the crack of her seat. She could see a Japanese man reading the in-flight magazine. Trisha turned her attention back to the map. She ran her eyes once again over the plot-lines that were drawn. But it all seemed so chaotic. There was no pattern. From her studies, she knew ancient cryptograms were difficult in a way that they were actually so simple. It was a conundrum of sorts. She felt that the lines Thomas and Marks had plotted and thought up and conjectures they had thought up didn’t quite add up. No, they were not thinking in the right way – it wasn’t going to be so complicated, so mathematical. She turned the map over. On the back, Thomas had scribbled the little verse they had so cleverly deciphered a few days back. She read it again,

  From the biggest lion upon the land,

  Three days west across the sand,

  The circles grow small,

  From far see all.

  Golden hook on the crest

  Ebony vest upon thy breast

  Awaits with bated breath,

  Keenly upon your certain death

  She stared at the words. Just like when she had first seen them, they still made no sense to her. Circles go small? Was it some kind of ancient machine? Ebony vest? What was that? And on whose breast? Then there was talk of death in the last line. Did this refer to some sinister mythical symbolism? Trisha tried to think hard, but her mind drew a blank. No, wrong again. She was thinking the wrong way. With the verses almost memorized now, she handed the paper back to Thomas, who was busy discussing something with Mark. She felt cold in the typically strong aircraft cabin air conditioning and rubbed her hands on her thighs. She was wearing shorts that day – maybe a bad choice. She unfurled the thin airline blanket and drew it over her and closed her eyes. Maybe a nap would help clear her mind. She tried falling asleep but the words kept rolling around in her head.

  Golden hook on the crest.

  She could hear the soft hum of the plane’s engines. She tightened her eyes.

  From far see all.

  She felt the plane tip sideways making a turn. She could feel her body tilt to the right. Opening her eyes, she looked across the young man on her right, towards the window seats. She could see the wings of the plane through the window, cutting through the wispy clouds - the plane still tilted to one side, making its gradual turn.

  The circles grow small.

  The brown patchwork of terrain below was visible through the clouds and as she looked on, the horizon disappeared below once again as the plane leveled. Suddenly she felt she was soaring in the sky like a bird. She blinked as the sun suddenly reflected of the edge of a window and caught her eye and she was forced to look a away for a moment. Her gaze inadvertently fell on the young guy’s t-shirt again; the painted eagle on it. She looked back at the sky through the window. No wait. She turned back at the eagle.

  Ebony vest upon thy breast!

  She looked ahead at the seat in front of her blinking rapidly, sitting straight up. Yes! Yes! It suddenly all made sense.

  Awaits with bated breath, keenly upon your certain death!

  Of course! That was it was so simple. She was sure now. She turned to Thomas, who was scribbling something on a piece of paper. She nudged him hard with her elbow. As he turned around she pointed to the t-shirt of the man next to her and whispered to him,

  From the biggest lion upon the land,

  Three days west across the sand,

  The circles grow small,

  From far see all.

  Golden hook on the crest,

  Ebony vest upon thy breast

  Awaits with bated breath,

  Keenly upon your certain death

  At first, Thomas just stared blankly at the emblem of the eagle on the guys’ chest. His eyebrows scrunched up. Then after a few moments it hit him and those same eyebrows shot up into his forehead. Then he shook his head for a few seconds and then nodded his head, looking at Trisha with a big smile. They both had understood. No, it wasn’t an eagle that the poem referred to. But it was something very similar. It was the Great Egyptian Vulture – a bird any person with a basic knowledge of Egyptian Pharaonic history would definitely know about. With its’ keen vision It circled its prey far above from the sky, closing in, with each passing moment.

  The circles grow small. From far see all.

  It was easily identifiable by its golden beak and as its spread its massive wings, a row of black feathers ran across the underneath its body across its chest.

  Golden hook on the crest. Ebony vest upon thy breast.

  It circled above patiently, in sinister circles, a true harbinger of death, waiting for its victim to collapse, lifeless on the sand.

  Awaits with bated breath. Keenly upon your certain death.

  Thomas knew there was no mistaking. The poem was definitely talking about the Great Egyptian Vulture and he knew of its widespread use on ancient Egyptian architecture. He and Trisha looked at each other.

  “So it must be a building or a monument where the symbol of the Egyptian Vulture is inscribed,” whispered Thomas, clearly excited.

  “Yes, it must be – or a building which resembles the vulture in shape” answered Trisha. She was feeling extremely happy with herself for solving the puzzle. The amazing feeling she got as the realization had hit her was invigorating. But she became serious in few seconds,

  “But what about the first two lines? They still don’t make sense,” she whispered back to Thomas.

  “That must be a hint of how to exactly find this ‘vulture’ monument or building.

  Mark had woken up and now leaned in. Thomas explained Trisha’s discovery. He shook his head slowly as he listened and mumbled the words to himself, his eyes darting left and right. Slowly a huge sideways smile appeared on his face. He looked at Trisha,

  “Great job, Trish! Now it seems so obvious.”

  Trisha got up to visit the toilet. “I’ll be right back,” she said. All the excitement made her feel like getting a tinkle. As she walked to the back of the cabin to the restrooms, and as she just passed the rows of seats behind theirs, her eyes accidentally met the Japanese man’s who was sitting just behind her. He had a magazine in his hand, but just at that moment he was looking at Trisha through the corner of his eyes. She passed the man without a thought, went into the toilet and locked it. After she was done, she stood up and looked at her self in the mirror. She was wearing a tight blue tank top and a white sleeveless shirt with the front open. Below she wore shorts, predicting that the weather would be quite hot when they landed in Cairo.

  As she inspected herself she ran her eyes over her chest and let it linger for a few moments around her big natural breast. She opened her hair which was done up in a ponytail and let it fall to her shoulders. She liked how she looked. She felt she was breathing quicker than normal. Maybe it was the effect of constrained space and the pressurized cabins, thought Trisha. She looked at her own face – it was flushed red. No she knew it wasn’t that. She looked down at herself, at her own
body. She took her right hand and put it inside her short and felt herself. She was wet! All the excitement had made her so horny!

  Trisha returned back to her seat. As she crossed Mark to reach her seat, she looked sideways and saw him staring at her ass. He was horny, too, thought Trisha. But wasn’t he always? Especially for her? She sat down and leaned over across Thomas all the way to Mark on the other side. She put her hands on his thighs and whispered,

  “Why don’t you come here, sit beside me. We’ll see if we can crack the first two remaining lines of the puzzle”. She had a mischievous smile one her face.

  Thomas looked at Trisha. He knew exactly what was happening. Without a word he got up and allowed Mark to shift into his seat, while he settled down in Mark’s. Mark now next to Trisha, said softly to her,

  “How do you propose I help you to solve this?”

  “Let’s see, now”, she said and continued to recite the first two lines of the verse in her husky voice

  “From the biggest lion upon the land,

  Three days west across the sand”

  “The only ‘biggest thing’ I can think of is now inside my pants,” Mark replied looking at Trisha’s chest. Trisha looked down at the huge bulge in Mark’s trousers. She put her hand on it and looked back up at him.

  “That is big”, she said rubbing her palm over it. She could feel it grow even bigger, responding to her naughty touch. “But I like it bigger. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you do that for Trish?”

  Mark smiled. He took his hands near her ear and started rubbing her sensitive earlobes lovingly as she continued rubbing his cock over his trousers. They stared into each other’s lust-filled eyes as they aroused themselves. Trisha took her blanket and covered herself and spread it across over Mark’s lap as well. They were now both covered from the waist down. Inside the blanket Trisha reached across and undid Mark’s zip and reached inside his trousers. She took out his thick fat erect cock and held it for a while in her soft hands, looking sideways at him and winking. She felt down below his tool and soon had his balls in her hands. She held his whole set, his manhood trio, from the root, tightly in her grasp. Still looking at him she opened her mouth slightly and touched the tip of her tongue on her upper lip, signaling that she wanted him inside her mouth.

  They both new that was not possible and she watched as he squirmed in his seat from arousal. She could feel the blood rushing to his shaft and it so big and thick now that she found it difficult to maintain her grasp and she let go. She started stroking his cock slowly and watched as his mouth slowly open up in ecstasy. She knew Mark was a real bull and could hold on to his happiness for a long time. He knew how to enjoy a good hand job; she had given him many before. But this time it was different. This was in public. But the thought of the danger was kinky and it turned on her. And it had definitely turned him on as well, because she had never felt his cock so rock hard before. She continued stroking his cock, sometimes squeezing, sometimes holding it softly and sometimes using her thumb to feel over the smooth skin of his big bulk head. She felt the initial wetness that oozed out from his tool and used it to lubricate her stroking motion.

  As she pleasured Mark, little did she notice that the man on her right was looking straight at them. He was staring at Trisha and sometimes looking at the moving blanket. The earphones had fallen to his chest and from the glazed look in his eyes and the way he clutched tightly at the arm rests, Trisha could make out that he knew exactly what was happening. She leaned in towards him and whispered,

  “What are you looking at?” She smiled her disarming beautiful smile. Then placing her hand over his, on the armrest between them, she said,

  “What do you see on my finger?”

  The young man looked down at her hand.

  “A wedding ring.”

  Trisha smiled. She then took her hand of his hand and slightly lifted the blanket over Mark’s lap, offering a peek of what lay beneath. The man’s eyes widened as he saw Trisha’s hand holding Mark’s thick naked cock. She gave it two deep strokes, rubbing her thumb over the swollen red tip and asked the man,

  “Who do you think this is?”

  “Your husband,” said the main, his eyes still transfixed on the lewd scene underneath the blanket.

  “Wrong,” said Trisha sweetly. “This is my husband’s best friend. My husband is sitting next to him.” The man looked up at towards the end of the row. Thomas was still busy with his paper. Trisha lowered the blanket and put her hand back on the man’s hand. She asked,

  “What’s your name?”

  “Jonas”

  She lifted his hand and pulled it beneath the blanket and set it down on her thick creamy thighs.

  “Well Jonas, how would you like to know me better?”

  Jonas nodded his head. For a few moments he just let his hand rest where it was, on her thigh. Sensing his hesitation, Trisha leaned in and bit him sensually on his neck.

  Jonas’ hand started moving slowly on her thighs. His touch was soft and sensuous and it made Trisha tingle inside. She felt extremely horny and started stroking Mark’s cock harder. Jonas hand soon started inching its way to her inner thighs and the once soft touch started giving away to more strong movements. She reached in the blanket and unzipped her own shorts and pulled them down to her knees. Beneath she was wearing small g-string panties which barely covered her pussy. Jonas’s hands were soon on her mound and he pulled her flimsy panties aside, letting her gash hang out. His fingers parted the thin layer of womanly down that covered her womanhood, easily finding the thick folds of her cunt lips and started toying with them. Trish felt she was going to explode when his hands unknowingly touched her clit. But seeing the shiver that ran through her body and the moan that escaped her lips, Jonas understood what he had done. Immediately his fingers traveled back to her wet magic spot and with his middle finger he tortured her by rubbing small circles on her erect nub.

  Trisha suddenly felt a hand come in from the other side and her head turned instinctively. It was Mark. His handled traveled to her crotch and met with Jonas’ they both looked at each other and smiled. Jonas dipped his finger in Trisha’s open cunt hole, while Mark took over, rubbing the sweet button above her fuzzy mound. She was wet with wild delight and she started slowly bucking her hips back and forth meeting Jonas’s rhythm with the thrust of her own hips. She saw the two men looking at her, their eyes traveling the length of her curvy body as they finger-fucked her.

  In a very quick movement, without any around noticing, she pulled down the stretchy neckline of her tank top. Her tits came out and she then smartly did up the buttons of her outer shirt over her naked tits, leaving the top few buttons open. Both men were taller than her and though from front, the half-buttoned shirt revealed only a very deep cleavage, but from their angle they could easily see the whole of her big breasts inside her shirt. The fabric was very thin and her erect nipples stood out. They rubbed and fucked her hard with their hands, now charged with salacious lust at the sight of her body and how she had opened up for them. She opened her legs wide and let them ravage her unprotected cunt with their hard merciless manly hands. As she swayed back and forth to their hands bidding, they could see her tits jiggle inside her shirt, her big areolas rubbing up against the almost transparent fabric. She wanted to pleasure this new stranger who was fucking her so well. She reached down and spread the blanket over his lap. Then she unzipped him quickly. Soon his unbelievably long cock was in her hands. It was hard as iron and it throbbed in her hands, hot from horniness. She started massaging him up and down, returning the favor. He threw his head back in ecstatic delight as she pulled harder on his cock. She really couldn’t believe the length on this guy and she caressed his naked shaft with all her womanly love as she let him feel her inside her soft hole.

  Trisha had closed her eyes as she enjoyed the ‘fuck’. Now when she opened it she saw something which made her gasp. Just ahead in the row in front of her, stood a steward, with the drinks cart. He had been appro
aching them, but in the midst of their little sexual adventure, none of them had noticed. In fact, Jonas and Mark hadn’t noticed even now. The steward had just finished servicing the row in front and before she could react he was upon them, standing just beside Jonas. He hadn’t noticed yet and as he had done in the many aisles before this, asked extremely politely,

  “What would you folks like to drink?”

  But it took him just a second after that to realize what was happening. He froze, not knowing how to react. Trisha looked at the man’s face. It was looking directly at her. She was, now wild with lust and raw sex. Her hips were writhing and she could feel herself about to come. She noticed that the cart had blocked out the view beyond the aisle. She looked to the left. Thomas was sitting up, finally distracted from his work. His eyes met Trisha’s and she did something that she had never done before. She blew him a kiss. Thomas didn’t react, he just looked on. Trisha noticed that Thomas’ sitting position had also blocked out everything beyond. Throwing all caution to the wind, she threw the blanket to the ground.