A true memoir, with only some details enhanced. All names and locations have been changed to protect privacy.

Hi I am a woman in my fifties, mother and happily married to the same man for over thirty years. Ever since I lost my virginity at 14 I have been very sexually active and always easily seduced, especially if alcohol has played a role, so it is no wonder that all our children have different fathers. Only one of them is probably fathered by my husband.

This story takes place when we had been together for 8 years and got married a year earlier. When my husband finished his studies and started a full-time job, our income had increased a lot, and we decided to go on our first trip abroad, which was also our late honeymoon. It was 4:30 in the morning when my alarm clock started my morning. The night had been restless, due to the anticipation of the upcoming trip abroad. I was tired, and I could have easily slept a few hours longer, but the plane was three and a half hours away and we had to be at the airport two hours before.

All my things were already packed, all I had to do was take a shower, get dressed and put on some light makeup. My husband Risto was still sleeping, his morning routine went much faster than mine. After getting into the shower, I let the hot water run for a few minutes before applying shampoo to my hair.

After washing my hair, I also rinsed myself in other ways, especially my pussy, which was still dripping with semen that my husband pumped into it yesterday. I had stopped taking birth control pills. We had planned to have our first child. My husband is a bit unusual in terms of sex, because he is a cuckold.

His fetish is to watch other men fuck me, and if the man who gets to enjoy my pussy or any of my holes is a complete stranger, my husband’s passion and satisfaction is even greater. During the past 8 years that we have been together, he has seen several men fuck me and many times he has licked me clean of another man’s semen.

Sometimes I have also surprised him by bringing home my used and dripping pussy, which a stranger has inseminated, which he gets to lick after listening to me tell him how I have been fucked. After licking, he fucks me with great passion, mixing his own semen with the one already inside me.

But now that we want a child, I’ve also thought about the possibility that my husband might not be the biological father of the child. And that’s something we need to discuss, and my husband might have to settle for just the excitement I bring.

When my husband had also woken up, finished his morning routine, we were ready. The taxi we had ordered earlier was waiting in the yard and soon we were already at the airport, even on schedule. On the departure flight notice board, I found our flight, which leaves at 08:35 towards Dalaman airport in Turkey.

We checked in and headed to security, which at that time was not quite as strict as it is today. After security, we went to the right departure gate and the restless 1.5 hour wait began. Finally, the gate opened and everyone rushed like mad to get on the plane. We finally found our seats, and because we had made a reservation with a travel agency at the very last minute, we couldn’t sit next to each other.

My husband’s seat was in row 14 and I had to sit in row 23. Of course, that was annoying because the flight takes 6 and a half hours and we don’t get to make last-minute plans together about what we would do when we get to Marmaris. Well, at least we had plenty of time to sleep on the plane.

There were two men, maybe around 50 years old, sitting next to the window and in the middle seat, and when I got my flight bag up in its compartment, I took my seat next to the aisle. The man next to me said hello briefly and so did the man in the window seat. Kome took off and we finally got into the air. The stewardess and flight attendant served drinks and after a second’s thought, I took a red wine.

The men next to me were drinking beer, as I think most Finnish men do. The man sitting in the middle seat seemed quite thirsty as after a couple of hours of flight he already ordered his fourth or fifth beer. I was half asleep when the man gently tapped me on the shoulder. He apologized for disturbing me but he had to go to the toilet so I had to make room by getting up.

I was sitting in my seat next to the aisle when he came back. Apologizing again, he asked if I would agree to sit in the middle seat? Explaining that drinking so many beers must be a bad idea because he now has to go to the toilet often. I nodded and said yes. I thought it would be easier than getting up every now and then.

The man sat in my old seat and ordered more beers. The hum of the plane made me drift back to the border between sleep and wakefulness, I must have even fallen asleep because I woke up and noticed that I was leaning against the man sitting in the window seat. I sat up and the man smiled and said “You should have just rested, I don’t mind at all”.

When the stewardess passed by I asked for another red wine and a blanket because I was feeling a bit chilly just sitting in my seat and wearing nothing but a short summer dress. I got the blanket and tried to spread it around me as comfortably as possible. After drinking the wine I drifted off to sleep again. I realized again that I was leaning against the man in the window seat but felt something I shouldn’t feel.

There was a warm hand on my right thigh that was caressing it calmly. Since I’m more or less slutty, I decided to pretend to still be asleep, just leaned more against the man in the window seat and spread my thighs a little. The hand moved gently up my thigh, sometimes even digging under the hem of my summer dress, where it stopped, right next to my pussy.

The man whispered something to the other, I couldn’t hear what, but instead I felt another hand on my left thigh. Now both men were caressing my thigh. I was still pretending to be asleep and as if unconsciously I spread my thighs a little more, literally giving the men free access to explore the folds of my pussy that I had shaved hairless in the morning.

Both hands were right next to my pussy and then I felt a light touch that brushed my wet slit. I felt the probing fingers push aside the thin thongs, and the other man’s hand also joined in caressing my folds and I felt one finger being gently pushed inside me and spreading more moisture from there to my clitoris and my pussy lips.

Suddenly one of the men apparently pushed two of his fingers deeper into my pussy while the other focused on massaging my clitoris and I couldn’t help but sigh and make a noise of pleasure and spread my thighs as much as my summer dress and the cramped space of the plane would allow. The men continued to massage my pussy and I couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore.

My hips followed the fingers moving inside me and the man first added a third and a little later a fourth finger and my pussy gave in, spreading and stretching until the movement stopped when the man changed his position. The other man continued to stimulate my clitoris and my orgasm began to approach. When the man who had pushed his fingers into my pussy had changed his position to his liking, he now pressed his whole fist inside me.

My folds spread tightly around his fist and it already hurt a bit. I had to bite my own hand to keep from moaning out loud, and then my pussy lips were throbbing loudly and my entire fist was inside me. My orgasm came in a series of powerful jerks, my hips moving up and down on the seat. As my orgasm slowly subsided, I felt my pussy throbbing from the stretching caused by the man’s fist.