For weeks I had been talking to my wife, Brenda, about taking a trip. Running my own business keeps me at work all hours of the day, so I rarely have the energy for all-out sex — the kind we used to have back in our days at college.

We finally agreed to take two weeks off in April to fly our small plane down to Baja.

Brenda spends hours in aerobic classes, and the hard work really pays off. In the airplane she was wearing a short white cotton T-shirt and faded denim cut-offs. Her all-natural breasts are as firm and perky as the day I met her. Her flat stomach proudly displays the gold-and-diamond belly ring I gave her on our first anniversary. Once we were airborne, my not-so-subtle glances did not go unnoticed, and pretty soon her nipples had begun to harden.

After an uneventful landing near the border, where we had to show our passports, we quickly departed, eager to get to Baja before dark. Back in the air, Brenda must have felt turned on too, for as I piloted the plane, she slowly — and with a mischievous gleam in her eye — reached into the rear cargo area and pulled out a black velvet bag containing her old vibrating friend nicknamed J.T. It had been a long time since I had seen J.T., but I had a strange feeling that my wife had been very close with her old friend over the last few weeks while I was working late at the office.

As Brenda wiggled about attempting to slip her shorts down over her well-toned thighs, I felt the excitement building in her and in me. Placing her right foot upon the control panel, she gave me a perfect view of the juices trickling from her swollen pussy lips. I yearned for a taste of that sweet nectar; if only the plane had autopilot capability. Soon I heard the familiar hum of Brenda’ s penis-shaped vibrator teasing those swollen lips. She took great care, running the tip over her throbbing clit, lingering there for only a second before slowly lowering it to hover at her quivering ass hole. She knew that I found this the ultimate turn-on. My already engorged cock felt as if it were going to explode in my tightening shorts. I would have given anything for a place to land the phone right about then.

Brenda let out a low, guttural moan as she probed. Slowly sinking J.T. into herself inch by inch, she began to grind her hips, driving the tool deeper into her rear entrance with each movement. I knew she wouldn’ t be able to restrain herself much longer as I slipped my index finger into her dripping pussy. She was like molten lava inside. When I put my finger in her I could feel the vibrator in her ass pressing against her vaginal wall with each thrust.

Suddenly we hit a pocket of unstable air. Normally Brenda becomes unnerved by these short bursts of turbulence, but not this time — she was too far gone for that. With each bump of the plane, she rammed the vibrator deeper into her hole, her breasts bouncing wildly. She kept up the pace, moaning loudly and finally screaming over the noise of the engine that she wished it was my big cock up her ass so she could feel my hot come splash inside her quivering body. As she neared orgasm her twat tightened its grip on my finger. With one final thrust, Brenda buried all of J.T. into herself, bucking like a stallion. Waves of orgasm washed through her slender body as if she were one with the ocean below. As I felt the pulsing of her pussy on my finger slowly subside, I knew this truly would be a vacation to remember.