While my husband and I waited for our flight home,

I noticed an older gentleman watching as Mark leaned in (at six-two, he’s nine inches taller than me) and nuzzled my neck. I leaned my head back so he could press his lips and nose to my neck — I was wearing the peach-and-vanilla scent he loves.

Mark pulled me closer, with his hands on my behind, but when he tried to mark my neck, I said, “Please, not here!” Taking my face in his hands, he pressed his lips to me, edging his tongue between my lips. His kisses always take my breath away, and I soon forgot about the man watching us.

When our boarding call finally came, Mark grabbed our carry-ons and we headed to the gate. Noticing the older gentleman boarding in front of us, Mark whispered that he hoped he looks that good at that age, and looked down at my tight ass wiggling as I moved. I’d lost a bet over something stupid and wasn’t allowed to wear panties under my short skirt. Figuring I’d get some payback, I let the skirt flit up in the breeze while I walked across the tarmac toward our small plane, giving anyone looking glimpses of my thigh-high stockings and bare cheeks. I giggled at the thought of Mark sitting in the tiny plane seat with a boner after my little show.

With only a few other people boarding our flight, and no one paying attention to me, I was daring enough to flash Mark a few times. Walking up the stairs, I pinched my skirt up and spread my legs, knowing he could see up to my moistening pussy. I settled into the window seat and, looking around, saw the older man sitting by himself across the aisle, looking at the tops of my thighs. I realized that as I sat down, my short skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare pussy!

I poked Mark and clued him in. Smirking, he slid his hand up my thigh, thereby moving my skirt still higher. He ran his fingertips over the silky skin, then down to caress my slit.

When the announcement came that we were preparing for takeoff, I sat back and pulled the blanket over us. I thought back to our last night in Tahoe and the pleasure of having my superstud husband atop me, about to send me into orbit in the candle-lit hotel room. I remembered his mouth locking onto mine and our tongues probing each other as our bodies meshed. He moved slowly down my body, kissing and biting, nibbling on my nipples. I put my hands on his head and urged him lower, moaning steadily.

Mark’s hand on my arm shook me out of it. “What is it, baby?” he said. I laughed, realizing I hadn’t been quiet in my daydream. He slid my hand under the blanket to his cock hardening in his jeans. I giggled, feeling how hard he was, and fingered the outline of his cock. He looked around, then unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. I knew he wanted me to take his hot shaft in my hands. I wrapped my fingers around it and began stroking it slowly.

He whispered, “I want you to wrap your lips around it, baby.” I looked in his eyes and saw raw lust. I stroked him under the blanket, and he hissed, “Do it, baby!”

Glancing around, I saw that the older gentleman, the only other passenger nearby, seemed to be asleep. So I lifted the blanket and gasped at Mark’s throbbing hard-on, then leaned in and glided my tongue over the tip. “Oh God, yes!” he moaned. He slid his hand over the back of my neck, caressing and urging me lower, deeper onto his cock.

I shifted onto my knees so I could take him deeper, and also spread my thighs to allow him access to my clenching pussy. I was on fire. Mark massaged my slit and flicked my clit. I hoped his cock would muffle my moans as he slid his fingers in me and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

We were so engrossed, we didn’t notice that the man opposite us was watching now. Not just watching. He’d pulled his cock out and was stroking it under a blanket of his own. On a breather from Mark’s cock, I saw the man staring at me — and mouthing, “Make him come! I want to see him come.” I returned to Mark’s cock and sucked him harder.

I loved the feel of Mark’s cock in my mouth — feeling every curve, every vein. As it pulsed and throbbed, I took as much in as I could. I was jazzed at the thought of making our voyeur come too. Mark raised his hips, a sign that he was ready to explode. His tireless pussy-handling had me getting close too. I looked over at the man. He couldn’t take his eyes off of us, while still stroking himself under the blanket. I imagined he’d lost his longtime companion and was reliving his erotic past through us.

Tingles of delight crashed through me as I exploded, and my pussy clenched on Mark’s fingers. The man was looking right at me. When I caught my breath, I realized he was still stroking his cock. I mouthed, “Show me!”

Mark saw this and looked across the aisle. When he saw what was happening, he nearly creamed on the spot. But he didn’t. I kept stroking him, harder and faster, and the man seemed amazed to find us both watching him masturbate. With his eyes locked on mine, he lifted the blanket! God, what a hot cock! Only later did I learn that it wasn’t just Mark and me watching, that the flight attendant was taking in the sight of all three of us!

Mark’s thrust his hips up and down, rubbing his cock against my hands. He whispered, “Climb on my cock, baby. Let him watch you ride me.” And he pulled me up onto his lap, facing away from him, so my wet slit was visible to the stranger.

I had never done anything like this, but I was up for it! Mark’s cock slid right in me, with his fingers pulling my lips wider to accommodate his girth. God, it felt great inside me! I leaned back on him and ground my hips, then boldly lifted my skirt so the man could see my pussy filled with Mark’s cock.

I couldn’t stifle my moans now, and stopped trying. Knowing that someone was watching me had me wildly turned on. I could smell the scent of my pussy as Mark pumped slowly in and out of me, and I saw that the man was timing his stokes to Mark’s. I felt his cock pulse and knew he was about to explode in me.

As the flight attendant moved in closer, I realized that she’d been watching us. Now she was rubbing her pussy furiously through her pantyhose! The man saw me watching her and turned toward her, then smiled. Gripping the tip of his cock, he tugged faster and faster, and I fantasized having his cock inside me.

I couldn’t keep track of the sequence of events that followed, but I know that my moans turned to gasps as I felt Mark starting to shoot his come in my pussy and also saw the man let loose, his come arching over him and landing on his chest. He uttered a guttural growl and collapsed back into his seat. His eyes finally pulled away from us.

I leaned back against Mark, who wrapped his arms around me while we both caught our breath. He whispered, “I loved that, baby. God, it was so fucking hot!” I don’t know if I could have spoken if I’d wanted, or what I might have said. I just shut my eyes and smiled as his soft cock slipped out of me.

I heard a noise and spun around in time to see the flight attendant pulling a pillow over her face with one hand in an effort to stifle her grunts as she pushed herself to climax with the other hand. I wondered if she had ever done such a thing while on duty, and was left wondering when she quickly pulled herself together, then disappeared and returned with the drinks cart! If you looked closely, you might notice that her uniform wasn’t exactly straight and she was breathing a little heavily. Then again, it was subtle enough that quite likely you would not notice!

When she saw me staring at her, she lifted the corners of her mouth in a smile so subtle that probably no one who wasn’t looking for it would have noticed. Then she turned away and calmly pushed the drinks cart toward the back of the plane where the few other passengers were. I found myself wondering if everything that I knew had just happened could really have happened!

That made me glance over at the man across the aisle, just in time to see him tuck his cock back in his pants, then clean himself up with the blanket. He didn’t make eye contact with me (and never did again!).

I slid off of Mark’s lap and pulled my skirt down as far as it would go. Suddenly I found myself wishing I had worn a slightly longer skirt!

I took my seat in time to hear the captain announce that we would be landing shortly. As I buckled my seat belt, I heard Mark zipping his pants up and then clicking his seat belt in place.

As if on cue, the flight attendant rolled her cart our way and asked the three of us if she could get us anything to drink. “Maybe some nice cold ice water?” she said. “It must be hot up here, because I see everyone’s faces are flushed.” Then she laughed, which made Mark and me blush. We took the ice water and even managed a thank you.

I reminded myself that we would be on the ground soon — and hoped by then my head would stop spinning. Then it occurred to me: What could we all say to one another when we got off the plane?

I didn’t have to worry. The man who hadn’t been able to take his eyes off us now wouldn’t look at us. He raced off the plane as soon as the door was opened. And the flight attendant was totally back in her role.

Still, I knew it wasn’t just Mark and me who wouldn’t ever forget that flight.