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 down to one side in the row ahead.

About an hour into the flight the older gentleman requested a pillow and blanket so he could sleep. Steve did the same. As the lights in the cabin dimmed and the in-flight movie began, Steve covered both of us with the blanket and gave me a wink.

Not far into the movie I felt Steve’s hand on my leg, drawing little circles up and down my thigh. Soon his fingers were slipping through the slit of my skirt and in between my legs to the red satin panties he had given me for our post-wedding events. I started wiggling in my seat as Steve’s fingers wormed their way under the satin and into my snatch. He began rubbing up and down the lips and poking around. I lifted the arm rest and cuddled closer to him so he could get a better angle. His other arm had been resting around my shoulders, but now slipped down to rest on my right breast and my quickly hardening nipple. I don’t know what was exciting me more, Steve’s wandering fingers or the risk of getting caught.

Steve continued to finger my snatch as I leaned over to give him the biggest, wettest kiss I could manage. By this time his right hand had slipped under my shirt and was massaging my breasts. Just as Steve was reaching around to unhook my bra, the stewardess appeared and asked us if we needed anything. I was thinking to myself, Yeah, for you to get out of here so we can continue, but I kept quiet. She disappeared through the curtains. The older gentleman stirred in his seat, so we decided to chill out for a few minutes until he settled down.

Once the old man began snoring, Steve whispered in my ear, “Take off your panties. I want inside.” I was so horny I didn’t care who saw us at this point. I slipped my panties down and off and handed them to him. They were soaked with my juices. Steve sniffed them, smiled at me, and stuffed them in the pocket of his jacket that hung over the seat in front of us.

Once again I slid closer to him and spread my legs as far apart as I could. Steve’s fingers dove into my muff again, this time pinching and rubbing my clit. I was so turned on I came in seconds. My moan was ingeniously suppressed by Steve’s tongue in my mouth.

I shoved my hand under the blanket and quickly found Steve’s hard cock. As I pulled it out of his shorts Steve whispered, “Go down on me.”

I said, with a touch of panic, “What if someone sees us?”

Steve said, “Then they will get a great show and see just how well my new wife gives head. They’ll be jealous of course, but I won’t share.”

We rearranged ourselves in the seats so that my head was in his lap. My husband’s dick is eight inches, fully extended, and has given me many nights of delicious pleasure. I began licking and sucking on his meat as he pushed his seat back for more room. As I slathered up and down his pole he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. I popped the big purple head and what I could of the shaft into my mouth. Steve began massaging my breasts again. I quickened the pace, and could feel his balls draw up and his cock stiffen even more. The poor man nearly bit through his lip, trying not to make any noise. Within seconds my mouth was full of warm jizz. I made sure not to spill a drop. After he had finished I licked him clean and tucked him safely back into his shorts. Then I sat up and gave him another huge kiss so he could taste himself.

As we sat back in our seats the older gentleman let out a soft moan. “He must be dreaming,” Steve said. I whispered in Steve’s ear, “I’m hot and horny, so what are you going to do about it?” His eyes lit up. He pushed me up against the window, pulled my legs up onto the seat and spread them apart. As he stared at my snatch the damn stewardess came back through the curtains to check on us. Man, this woman had bad timing. She asked if we would like to move into the other seats to stretch out, and Steve replied, “Oh no, I can stretch her out right here.” I laughed out loud, and the stewardess gave us a strange look. She asked if we needed anything and disappeared through the curtains once again.

Steve said, “I want you here and now, but I don’t know how to do it without being too obvious.” At this point I was so horny I was ready to crawl out and fuck on the wing of the plane. I didn’t care what he had to do as long as he did it and did it soon. After trying a few more positions we finally ended up with my left leg against the back of the seats and my right foot on the floor to spread me wide open. My skirt was now just a strip around my waist. I was fully exposed, and I could not have cared less.

Steve dove right in the like the hungry man he is. It felt so wonderful! A few licks and flicks and I was on the edge again. Steve knew this, so he slowed me down by kissing me. He kissed his way down from my lips to my pussy, pausing for a moment to suck on my hard nipples. I was wiggling and sliding around in my seat so much I was afraid I might fall off.

Just then we hit some turbulence. Gosh, I was never so happy to feel turbulence in my life. It made Steve’s tongue go deeper into my hole and his nose bump up against my clit. I was on the brink again in no time. Steve kept right on going this time. As I finally orgasmed I nearly ripped out his beautiful brown hair by the roots. It was amazing. I had never come so hard in my life. Steve sat up and kissed me again while I continued to twitch, and I heard the old man moan again. I was sure the turbulence had shaken him from his sleep.

Steve helped me readjust the blanket. Our hands and mouths continued to roam throughout the rest of the flight until daylight came and we drifted off for a few moments of much-needed rest.

About an hour before the plane landed I stood up to go to the rest room to fix myself up. Steve tried to clean up our little mess on the seats. After I had freshened up I walked back to our seats, and the old man smiled and winked at me.

As the plane got ready to land the old man turned around to us and said, “That was quite a show last night. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” Steve looked at him and smiled, not knowing if the man meant the movie or us. As we moved down the aisle to get off the plane the old man let us go first. When we got to the exit Steve introduced me to some of his relatives, who had been waiting for us. His aunt said, “You two look wonderful. It must have been a nice flight.”

I said, “The best I’ve had so far,” and surreptitiously winked at Steve.

As we headed toward the baggage pickup Steve put his hands in his pockets and stopped dead in his tracks. He grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear, “They’re gone.”

“What?” I asked.

“Your panties are gone,” he said. I turned three shades of red at the thought of someone finding my soaked panties somewhere in the airport. Just then the old gentleman walked by us with a bit of red satin sticking out of his jacket pocket. I guess he did enjoy our show after all.