My wife and I were having a tough time in our relationship.

Jean and I still loved each other, but we were fighting often and we were constantly on each other’s nerves. Clearly we had to do something before the situation became irreparable.

When we weren’t fighting we still enjoyed sex, so we decided to try a couples retreat that touted itself as helping repair relationships through sexual encounters. It sounded exciting to both of us, and we signed up. I was so looking forward to the trip that the night before we were to leave I bought a porn film, and we both really got into it. We decided not to do each other, but instead to spice up the weekend with a little anticipation by watching each other masturbate. We agreed that it was one of the most erotic things we had ever done.

Departure Friday found us both in a state of high excitement at the weekend’s prospects. But since my wife has no concept of punctuality, we once again wound up jumping in a taxi to the airport at the last minute and just barely made our flight. We were off to a flying start.

Once we were in our seats, on opposite sides of the aisle (with the middle and window seats to my left still unoccupied), Jean immediately put the nightshades over her eyes, communicating that I was persona non grata. I had a flash that if the retreat didn’t work for us, perhaps I might find another available partner there.

I decided to just relax and try to enjoy the flight. Suddenly a woman’s voice was saying, “Excuse me, I just have to slide in here.” A beautiful blonde was standing in the aisle, looking at the seat to my left, where I had dumped my carry-on bag. I hastily grabbed it, apologizing.

“Thanks so much,” she said — through the most sensual lips I’ve ever seen. As she clambered past me, her silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a slender face with deep blue eyes. She had a big-busted model’s body — big tits with nipples visible through her sheer silk blouse. Her figure narrowed to a thin waist, then out to slim hips. She sat down next to me — with her husband (just my luck!) following and sitting to her left. He made some kind of nasty remark to her, then — like my wife — put the nightshades on and fell asleep.The goddess introduced herself as Ashley and confided, “I just hate flying.”

“I’m Dale,” I replied. “And don’t worry, if you get nervous, just take my arm and I’ll try to calm you down.”

It was a corny joke, but it broke the ice. “I think I’m nervous already,” Ashley said, reaching for my arm, then drawing it across her so I could feel her breasts, looking me in the eye the whole time. “Thanks for offering to take care of me. No way my husband would. He’s being such a prick. We’re taking this weekend to see if there’s anything for us to salvage.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I said. “But its quite a coincidence. It’s the same story with my better half and me.” Ashley gave my arm a squeeze and me a smile. Two minutes in, and we were flirting! By the time the flight took off, we were chitchatting about sex.

A flight attendant in a tight skirt and top was helping us. As she poured each of us a glass of water, I whispered to Ashley, “Do you think she’s sexy?”

Without skipping a beat, she said, “I would definitely do her. You?”

“No question,” I said. “There’s something really sexy about flight attendants.”

As the flight attendant leaned over, flashing a peek down Ashley’s blouse, she whispered, “Now don’t you two be naughty!”

Ashley whispered back, “How can I hold back with him sitting next to me?”

The flight attendant replied, “I’ll be back with a blanket, so the two of you can be discreet.”

“I’m not sure I want a blanket covering up those legs,” I said. The very short skirt Ashley was wearing had ridden up quite high on her wonderful thighs.

“No,” Ashley whispered, “the blanket is for you. I’m getting seriously wet thinking about the next few hours. There’s nothing hotter than sex in a semi-private place, knowing that someone may be watching or hearing you. It makes my pussy drip just thinking about it.”

While all this happened, I felt my cock hardening. The flight attendant arrived with the blanket, which Ashley draped over my lap.

I said, “If my wife weren’t here, would you take my airplane virginity?”

“If your wife weren’t here,” Ashley said, “I would already be under this blanket and would have your pants down at your ankles while I gave you the 35,000-feet blowjob of your life.” Noticing me shifting around in the tiny seat trying to deal with a raging erection, she whispered, “Are you as hard as I am wet?” And she parted her legs a bit more, teasing her skirt even higher.

I replied, “I’m so hard, it really hurts.”

Ashley slid her legs even farther apart, hiking her mini-skirt so that her pussy was exposed! She pulled the edge of the blanket over her lap just long enough to dip a hand under it, and shortly afterward pulled it back out. She looked at me and whispered one word: “Drenched!” Then she raised her fingers to my mouth and said teasingly, “Taste me!”

When she stuck the finger in my mouth and I tasted her sweet juices, I thought I would come! She leaned in to me and whispered, “I have a treat for you. I’ll be right back.” Then she unbuckled her seat belt and got up. I had no idea what she was doing; I just knew I was excited.

Ashley was gone for a couple of minutes, and when she came back she had a few napkins in one hand and something balled up in a fist in the other. She reached out the fist and said, “Give me your hand.” I held out my hand, and into the palm she dropped — her thong! “A present,” she said. “I just came all over it. My pussy gets really wet.”

I lowered it to my lap, nervous that my wife would wake up and catch me. I felt the thong and found that Ashley wasn’t kidding — it was soaked. My cock was so hard, it was hard to sit.

“Smell my panties,” Ashley whispered in my ear, then inserted her tongue! I held her thong to my nose, inhaling her pussy scent, and nearly blew a load in my pants. “Taste me!” she insisted, followed by another tongue swipe in my ear. I licked her thong and tasted her pussy juice.

I couldn’t believe what was going on! I knew I had to release the tension if I was going to survive the rest of the flight, so I unbuckled my seat belt and told Ashley I’d be right back. She took hold of my arm and said, “Dale, that’s what the napkins are for! Sit down.”

“Oh no,” I moaned, “you don’t mean here?”

“Yes, right here,” she she whispered, “and right now. Unzip your pants. It’s easier for you than me.”

My lap was hidden under the blanket, so I did as Ashley asked, unbuttoning my pants and freeing my cock. She turned in her seat to face me. Her skirt had ridden up all the way. Her now-bare pussy was plainly visible — and oozing juice. She turned my face to her and kissed me deeply while her hands dipped under the blanket.

My cock was slick from precome. In fact, my crotch was soaked. Ashley found my cock and began her ministrations. One hand slid up and down the shaft and the other swirled around the engorged head.

Both of us knew that this wasn’t going to take long. While nuzzling my ear, Ashley whispered, “Come for me, Dale! I want to feel your come in my hands.”

“Good,” she said. She reached for the napkins, and I felt her swathe my cock in them. Then she resumed pumping. “Come for me, baby!” Another tongue in the ear, deeper and more probing — she was tongue-fucking my ear!

“I’m coming,” I moaned, and bit my lip so I wouldn’t cause a complete scene. Three or four jets of come spurted out onto Ashley’s hands and — I hoped — the napkins. She cleaned me up and wiped her hands, folded the napkins and left them on the floor of the plane. Then she straightened herself up and resumed sitting as if nothing whatsoever had happened.

The flight attendant came by because we had started our descent. With a knowing smile, she said, “Done with the blanket?”

Ashley smiled and offered it to her, saying, “Thanks. It did the trick.”

“It always does,” the flight attendant replied.

The plane started its descent, and Ashley and I exchanged phone numbers. I handed her her thong, but she refused it, saying, “Keep it, as a memento.” I shoved it in my pocket and said good-bye, figuring I would never see her again.

After an hour’s drive, our taxi arrived at the couples resort. While I was at the check-in desk, I looked up, and who was standing in the lobby? Yes, Ashley! Then I noticed her husband ahead of us in line waiting to check in.

As I was standing there, I got a text from Ashley: “OMG you two are here for the couples retreat!”

I texted her back: “I can’t believe this but on the other hand am so excited. I hope we can find time together even if it wasn’t the plan.”

She replied: “I couldn’t believe it when I saw you. I am really wet right now and my problem is that you have my panties!”

After we checked in, I led Jean over to Ashley and her husband and introduced us, reminding them that we had flown out together. Ashley extended her hand to Jean, then declared, “Class intro is at three. See you there!”

As we walked to our room, my wife mentioned that they seemed nice — and maybe we could get to know them better over the weekend. My heart skipped a beat! I was thinking, this weekend may end up doing more harm than good.

As we walked to our room, my wife mentioned that they seemed nice — and maybe we could get to know them better over the weekend. My heart skipped a beat! I was thinking, this weekend may end up doing more harm than good.

In the classroom we found the desks set up in a circle. Jean and I took seats, and the room filled quickly. I was anxiously waiting for Ashley to enter. Finally she and her husband walked in and took seats across from us. As she sat down, she crossed her beautiful legs. Her eyes and mine locked, and she blew me a kiss.

Class began, but all my focus was on Ashley’s stunning beauty. Her gorgeous tits were extremely visible. I just kept getting harder and harder. During class I texted her, “Uncross your legs.” I saw her check her phone, then uncross her legs and hold them tight together — until she made sure that everyone in the room was focused on the teacher except me and then opened her legs slowly in a way that spread her pussy lips, showing her pinkness.

She texted me, “You have my thong,” then slid a finger in her unbuttoned blouse and fingered a nipple. When she removed her hand, I saw the nipple, rock-hard, poking through her blouse.

Suddenly the instructor chimed in, “That’s the end of the introduction.”

As we exited the classroom, I impulsively invited Ashley and her husband to join us for dinner. They said yes, and we all went back to our rooms to get ready.

We met our new friends in front of the restaurant and made our way to the bar for a drink. Ashley’s husband and Jean were soon deep in conversation. They seemed to have taken a liking to each other. Ashley and I did the same, wanting to learn more about each other, but it felt like we’d known each other for years. Eventually we were seated and enjoyed a lovely dinner together.

We decided to have a nightcap at the bar outside our rooms, which was located adjacent to the pool. As we continued to drink, Ashley and I came up with the idea to enjoy the hot tub, which was only a few feet away. Jean and Ashley’s husband had no interest and declined. Ashley and I ran back to our rooms and quickly changed. I threw on my little Speedo and a robe and met Ashley as she was leaving her room. We stared at each other with something like awe.

The sexual tension between us just continued to grow. As we walked to the hot tub, I stared at her tight ass in front of me. I would have pulled her bikini bottom to the side and fucked her then and there except that we were in plain sight of our spouses. We reached the hot tub and slipped in. The water was warm and comforting. My wife and Ashley’s husband were still deep in conversation and paid little attention to us.

We sat next to each other, and Ashley grabbed my hard-on through the Speedo and began to stroke it underwater. I found her pussy and now got to stroke her for the first time, through her bikini bottom. My pussy massage was driving her wild. She pushed back and gyrated her hips against my hand.

With my other hand I pulled her tits out of her top, still under the water. She slid over between my legs, facing me, and said softly, “My God, I am so fucking horny!” She began to grind her pussy against my shaft, massaging it and teasing it. We did everything in the tub but fuck — which was lucky, because every so often my wife shouted a question over from the bar.

I slid Ashley’s bikini bottom aside and slid my finger inside her tight pussy. Even under the water I could tell she was dripping wet! She reached around my head and pulled me close, then kissed me deeply, with lots of tongue. When she nuzzled and kissed my neck, I moaned, and her husband called over, “What was that, dear?” But he just kept chatting with my wife. I realized they had graduated to flirting with each other!

I slipped a second finger in Ashley’s pussy, and she lost all control, yanking my Speedo down to my thighs and lowering herself onto my shaft. But just as I was all the way inside her, another couple walked up to the hot tub. We sighed as they said hello and jumped in.

We just sat still, with my cock embedded in Ashley. Then she started to move her hips slightly, and let out a soft moan. I began to slide slowly back and forth on the step. It was exquisitely, torturously slow sex. Finally Ashley leaned over and panted, “I could come.”

I replied, “Let’s!”

We ground into each other slowly, faking that we were moving to the beat of the music from the bar. The other couple just smiled. Soon I felt Ashley’s legs begin to tremble. She put her arms around my neck and held tight as orgasm tore through her. With her pussy walls clamping onto me, I quickly went over the edge. Despite the mind-blowing intensity of our climaxes, the other couple seemed to have no idea what had just happened!

Not long after we calmed down from our orgasms, our spouses apparently decided to call it an evening. “Come on, Ashley,” her husband called out to her. She kissed my cheek, slid off my cock and hoisted herself gracefully out of the tub.

The following day was the final day of the trip, and I was devastated that I would never see Ashley again. We had therapy in the morning and group meditation in the afternoon. The groups were small, and Ashley was nowhere to be found. Finally, as Jean and I walked to our room to get ready for dinner, we ran into her and her husband. I was so excited, I invited them to a final dinner together before we all left for home the next morning.

We met up as planned and entered the restaurant together. We had a couple of drinks at the bar, then went in to dinner. As soon as we sat down, Ashley’s hand found my lap under the table. She started to fondle my cock, and before long it was completely hard.

I managed to give the waiter my order, but believe me, with what was going on, it wasn’t at all easy to concentrate! Only I could see that the tiny skirt Ashley was wearing had ridden up and exposed her pussy. She turned slightly to me, and I slid my hand up her thigh — and found that she wasn’t wearing underwear! Without hesitation I slid two fingers in her dripping pussy. She gave a short gasp.

“Are you okay, Ashley?” her husband asked.

“Truly never better,” she replied as I fingered in and out of her. “It’s just a chill.”

She excused herself from the table, saying she had to use the bathroom. I did the same, and followed right behind her into the ladies’ room. There were other women there, but we didn’t care. We went in one of the stalls, and I pushed her up against the wall and pulled her skirt up. My fly was still open, and my cock came flopping out. In a second my hard member slid in her dripping pussy.

As I pumped feverishly, our moans echoed and filled the solid-tile room. It was quick, but it was genuine lovemaking. We both came hard. As we left the ladies’ room, Ashley whispered to me, “I hope we can see each other again.”

I replied, “Count on it!”

The following day we all departed to our separate destinations. Over that weekend, during which Jean and I made love each night, we seemed to reconnect, to find something. It wasn’t until a few months later that my wife confided that she and Ashley’s husband had made love during that weekend. And she said she would like to see them again!