Cream The Friendly Skies

I recently did a story about a voyeuristic mutual masturbation session on a passenger train and a comment somebody made about the flight home brought this later adventure to mind. At the time of this story, our daughter was on an elite women’s hockey team and the team played tournaments throughout Canada and the U.S. Many of the parents traveled to the tournaments to watch their offspring participate in this expensive pastime.

This particular tournament was in the D.C. area and after it was over the girls returned on a separate flight from the parents. We had flown to quite a few of these tournaments over the last few years and I became a little obsessed with the wife and I having a quick fuck in an airplane bathroom. The wife wasn’t keen, but I kept working on the idea and as we took our seats on this flight she told me we should screw if the opportunity presented itself this time.

I was happier than a pig in shit, but unfortunately every time we went back to the bathrooms there was always a flight attendant or two working in the area. The wife said we’d have ditch the sex plan, but said she’d be open to “a little of this” while making the universal jerking-off sign. We asked for a blanket and prepared to make each other cum by hand. Luckily there was only her and me in our row with the end seat empty and the row of seats across from us was unoccupied.

We spread the blanket over our laps and I got my jeans, belt, and underwear down to my knees. The wife was wearing a long skirt and some loose-fitting panties, so it was easy for me to get my fingers into her snatch. She pulled her panties to the side and I stroked and rubbed her very hairy labia and clit. I had to break the odd time as someone came down the aisle, but the wife was soon sopping wet and she got closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, she clenched my hand between her shapely thighs and came hard, taking a sharp intake of breath so she didn’t scream in pleasure as her orgasmic contractions swept over her. I pulled up my hand and got a nice scent of hot pussy from my fingers and licked them off.

The wife came down from her climax a bit and started on her firm, slow cock-stroke technique that has seemingly pumped a few litres of semen out of me over the years. She consciously utilized the stop-and-start technique to maximize and extend my pleasure and also had to stop pulling my cock a few times as people moved up or down the aisle. Just as my perineum and balls gave me the one-minute cum time warning, I noticed one of the other hockey moms, Darlene, moving smilingly towards our seats. The wife stopped jacking me and got her hand out from under the blanket before Darlene got to us and asked if she could sit for awhile.

There I was, throbbing, hard and on the verge of cumming, when Darlene sat beside me in the end seat. Darlene was in her early 40s with a gorgeous face and nice tits and ass to boot. I couldn’t help but get even more excited at the thought of being bare-cocked under the blanket between two very beautiful women. As Darlene sat there and we talked about the tournament, she started to thump her leg up and down and then alternate that with pulling her thighs together and apart. She apologized, saying she had a bit of a fear of flying and the leg actions were a nervous reaction. It didn’t get any easier for me as I noticed her leg motions caused her breasts to jiggle subtly and provocatively.

After 10 minutes or so, Darlene left us for her seat further to the front of the aircraft. I begged the wife in a desperate whisper to “finish me off” and settled in to enjoy what I could feel was going to be a really ball-draining cum-blast. The wife took my cock back in hand and it took no more than 30 seconds of jacking for me to get off.

I checked that the aisles forward and back were clear and lifted the blanket a bit so both the wife and I could see my spurting ejaculation. I was overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations ripping through my cock and balls and shot maybe seven or eight huge ropes of thick, hot cum into the underside of the blanket. The wife milked me dry and cleaned my cock and her hand with the blanket.

I got my clothes back in place and gathered up the blanket and laid it on the seat beside me, cummy side up. There may have still been a slight aroma of semen in the area when a female flight attendant came over, said “Are you two finished with this?” and took the blanket away. When we got off the plane at the conclusion of the flight, the same attendant was at the gate door and told the two of us “I hope you had an enjoyable journey.”

Yeah, we did!