Last summer was one of the most unforgettable on record for me. Going into the season, I was a newlywed and newly promoted, but still an ingénue. I was brought up in a very conservative household. But thanks to good grades, I landed a scholarship to college and wandered into the wider world from there — sort of. 

My husband at the time was the first and only man I’d ever been with. We married right after graduation and moved to Washington, D.C., in the fall so he could pursue his career aspirations. Unexpectedly, I also landed a great job. I had just turned 22. Since my new husband was increasingly busy, I actually welcomed my heavy workload to fill the time.

My diligence was rewarded. Six months later, my boss picked me to represent our company at an industry conference. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t a little bit nervous: I’d never traveled anywhere truly alone before. However, I had an easy direct flight — and, as it turned out, two very special seatmates.

As the flight attendant directed me down the aisle all the way to the back of the plane, I discovered I was in the middle seat, between two female travelers. Both were incredibly beautiful and well dressed, like they’d just stepped out of catalog. I knew they were older than me, maybe somewhere in their early 40s.

The woman in the window seat had shoulder-length blonde hair, hazel eyes and beautiful ivory skin. She wore a chic light blue dress with cap sleeves and a V-shaped neckline that showed a hint of her ample cleavage.

The woman in the aisle seat had dark red hair cut into an angled bob and blue eyes peeking out from underneath her bangs. She wore a formfitting aubergine dress with a matching cropped jacket.

The women were chatting and laughing in a familiar way; I actually felt a little intimidated as I approached and interrupted their conversation.

“Hi there,” I said. “Sorry to bug you, but it looks like I’m seat B.”

“Oh, no, it’s no trouble!” the redhead said. “We were actually wondering who was in the middle, since they didn’t book us right next to each other.” She stood up and let me maneuver into the seat.

“You two know each other?” I ventured.

The blonde nodded and said, “We’re in sales at the same company.”

As I settled into my seat, I watched the redhead stretch and remove her jacket. She caught me staring and smiled as she asked, “All set?”

I nodded and told her, “I love your outfit.” I glanced at the blonde again to say, “And yours, too.”

They both grinned.

“You are adorable, thank you!” the blonde said, reaching over and patting my arm. “I think now that you’ve joined us, we might be the best dressed row on the plane.”

I thanked her and felt my face flush. I was wearing a gray A-line skirt and a silk blouse. Smart and tasteful, but not nearly as dynamic as my colorful seatmates.

The redhead asked, “Traveling for work?”

I nodded and told them, “Yes, a conference.”

“Nice!” the blonde said with a smile. “By the way — I’m Amber, and that’s Claire.”

“I’m Emily,” I responded, glancing back and forth between them. “Nice to meet you both.”

Then a thought popped into my head, and I asked, “Are you sure you don’t want me to move so you two can sit together?”

“No, no — you’re fine,” Amber said. “Besides, I think Claire likes having you as a buffer.”

Claire smirked and said, “Yes, it’ll keep me from reaching over and pinching Amber if she mentions my last blind date again.”

“You’re single?” I asked Claire.

“Now I am, after one divorce and a son who’s currently in college,” Claire told me. “This one’s still got a husband,” she said, pointing to Amber. “But she likes to live vicariously through me.”

“Hey, it works for me. He gave me a beautiful daughter, kills household bugs and still has his merits in the bedroom,” Amber joked.

I glanced back and forth at those worldly women. I must’ve looked like a doe-eyed fan girl because I could not get over my fascination with these sexy and sophisticated ladies.

Claire tapped me on the shoulder, “What about you?”

“Oh me? I’m married.” I stammered, “A newlywed, actually.”

“Wow!” Amber said.

“Really? You seem so young!”

“I’m 22 — my husband and I were college sweethearts.”

I felt my cheeks flushing as I spoke.

“That’s lovely!” Amber said. “Congratulations.”

“Here, here.” Claire raised an imaginary glass.

We all laughed, and then Amber announced: “I don’t know about you two, but I could use a drink.”

“Same,” Claire responded with a nod.

“Whiskey and ginger?” Amber ventured.

“Took the words right out of my mouth!” Claire said. “Emily, what about you?”

“Sure, that sounds good.” I chimed in. At that time, I only had experience with wine at dinner and margaritas on my honeymoon.

A couple of drinks later, our small talk progressed into full-on confessional mode.

“We didn’t even make it through dinner on our last anniversary,” Amber dished. “John took me in the coatroom and bent me over this antique mahogany table.”

Claire cattily commented, “Yeah, sounds like you’re definitely married to an assman.”

“I’ll drink to that! And to your hooking up with that hockey player.”

“A hockey player 15 years younger than me,” Claire added proudly.

Once again, I felt myself blushing — and becoming increasingly turned on as my mind flooded with images of the wild sexual adventures both of these women had described. These were not things I would ever dream of asking my husband to do!

Claire gently patted the top of my thigh and said, “I hope we’re not too much for you.”

“Oh, no not at all,” I took another sip of my drink. “It’s very interesting.”

Amber reached over, gently ran her hand through my hair and asked, “What about you? I remember being newlywed. I bet he has you busy every night.”

Maybe it was the booze or maybe it was the fact that I’d finally run out of denial. “Um, well, actually.” I took a breath. “My husband works late, like every night now. And when he’s home, we only do it in the bed with the lights off — and only after we’ve showered — and only if he isn’t too tired.”

“Showered together?” Claire asked hopefully.

I shook my head. “No, separately.” I closed my eyes, trying to prevent the tears from forming. “We actually haven’t had sex in a couple of months. Maybe I’m doing something wrong.”

“Oh no, sweetie. No way.” Amber reached over and wrapped me in a warm embrace while Claire got a tissue from her purse.

“He’s the one with the problem,” Claire insisted, snuggling me from the other side. “You’re perfect — in fact, I’m having a terrible time not wanting to eat you up right now.”

“She means eat you out,” Amber whispered.

And then we all laughed again, but Claire persisted: “So, what about it? The eating you out, that is. It might help.”

“I’ve never done anything with another girl,” I confessed in a whisper. “But I’ve thought about it.”

“Perfect. When we land, you can come to our hotel room.” Claire played with my hair. “But don’t worry — I have an idea to tide us over.”

With that, she stood and walked up the aisle.

I was stunned by this turn of events. The entire adventure seemed like some weird dream. But that’s when Amber reached over and pulled me close.

The overhead lights had been off for the last hour, so the plane was actually dim and quiet. In the row across from us three elderly gentlemen were all sleeping soundly, so there was an unusual sense of privacy, too.

She cradled my face, caressing both my cheeks.

“Let’s try a little something, OK?”

I nodded and closed my eyes as her pillowy lips pressed against mine. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and let her tongue dance with mine. It felt so good — and so natural.

“Hey, don’t start without me,” Claire whispered, returning with some blankets. She tossed one over my lap and held out another for Amber.

“Time for an undercover party.”

My heart was racing as we quickly put the blankets in place. The second my lap was covered, I felt both Claire and Amber’s hands on my thighs.

“I’m guessing you’re already soaked, Emily,” Claire whispered.

“Oh, I’d bet on it,” Amber said, trailing kisses along the side of my neck.

“Let me have some, too,” Claire hissed before taking my lower lip between hers. She gently sucked on it at first before following through with a passionate open-mouthed kiss. “You’re delicious.”

I felt dizzy — I’d never been so aroused in my life.

“Just relax,” Amber whispered. “We’ll take care of you.”

I closed my eyes and let the physical sensations take over. The hands on my thighs slid all the way up to my soaked panties, which I felt Amber pulling to

the side.

“That’s right, baby, open your legs a little more,” Claire instructed, kissing me again. As I felt her fingers dart inside my tight entrance, I moaned softly into her mouth.

Claire pulled her fingers out and licked one before offering the other to Amber as she said, “Emily tastes so sweet.”

Amber smirked and sucked my juices off Claire’s digit, and then began to move her fingers in lazy circles around my clit. “I knew you’d be a wild one, Emily.”

I bit my lip and squirmed, desperate to feel more bliss. My mind went blank, and nothing else mattered but my pleasure.

As Amber played with my clit, Claire resumed finger-fucking me, pumping and teasing with three fingers — and I couldn’t get enough! My pussy had never felt so desperate to be filled. The plane’s engines muffled my little gasps of delight, but anyone looking at my face would know I was in heaven. When Amber began plucking my clit, my whole body seemed to spasm.

“Oh God!” I gasped.

Claire kissed my neck and murmured, “Come for me.”

“That’s right, baby. Just let it happen,” Amber said, caressing my breast. “Mmm, I can’t wait to suck on these perky nubs.”

My body trembled with ecstasy. I climaxed so intensely I nearly passed out, and after we landed, the three of us went straight to their hotel room.

I spent the next two nights with Amber and Claire — with their tongues, fingers and toys always at the ready.

Thanks to those incredible mature women taking me under their wings, I’m now happily single, insatiably sexual — and I travel extensively.