A few days after my husband, Steve, and I were married we had to fly to the West Coast to meet some of his relatives who hadn’t been able to make it to the wedding.

A number of them had chipped in and bought us first-class tickets.

I wore a short gray skirt with a small slit up the side, and a black T-shirt that hugged every curve of my chest. Steve had on a T-shirt and plaid shorts. Even though the shorts were baggy, you couldn’t help but notice the size of his bulge and his well-toned legs and butt.

As we boarded the plane we were happy to see that there was no one else in first class. The stewardess mentioned how strange it was; we decided it would be nice if no one else showed up. Just as they were getting ready to close the doors, an older gentleman in a suit boarded the plane and sat... Read More