Leaving Austin
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 11: A Year Later
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: A Year Later - Returning from Texas to his California home, Steve's bad ankle and crutch make for an uncomfortable flight. Lisa sees his issue and offers him the roomy 1st class seat next to her. Her extra seat was for her husband, who cheated and isn't coming with her. Airborne, they're talking and Lisa decides to go home with Steve after landing. Flight attendant Chris figures them out; she's invited to join them for a post-flight threesome.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Tear Jerker Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex Sex Toys Illustrated
Located off of Highway 130 south of Austin, the obligatory gate with overhead sign marked the property named “El Ranchito Serena,” the serene ranchette. Sitting about 80 yards behind the gate was an unusual (for the area) home with only one story. Contented goats and their kids grazed on the dry landscape, waiting for their midday feeding.
Lisa and Chris lounged in the shade of a patio near the pool and a burbling fountain. Steve rolled out to them with a trio of frosty drinks.
“Thank you, Steve,” Lisa acknowledged. “Remind me, when do you get out of that wheelchair?”
“If I can stay off my ankle for another two months, I’ll be standing out here on the coping, ready to belly flop.”
“I still think you should sue that idiot orthopedist in California.”
“Eh, I don’t want to bother with a long-distance lawsuit. Plus, I don’t have any damages because my work is all online. Third, I’m living in paradise with my two angels; I’m not suffering.”
They enjoyed a few minutes in the warm breeze, cut with a touch of humidity from the fountain.
“You don’t know when you fly next, Chris?”
“Yeah, the clients don’t really plan ahead. They order a jet the way you and I might order a rideshare like Lyft or Uber. The last time, I had to get to San Antonio to fly some guy who owns a sports team. I had to drive, like, 90 miles an hour to get down there on time in your ex-police car.”
Lisa added, “I love driving that beast—it’s super powerful. But those hard plastic seats in the back are awful. That’s why Chris would rather ride up front in your lap. It’s hard being Steve, I know.”
“That gives me an idea.”
Chris walked over to him.
“Raise your butt a little.”
She pulled off his nylon shorts, then removed one of the armrests so he could splay apart his legs more easily. He was already stiffening up a little from seeing both women outside without swimsuits. Chris started fondling his cock.
“What’s this? Are you still attracted to my tits?”
“Yours and Lisa’s,” he answered diplomatically.
Lisa called, “Steve’s a good boy. Why don’t you give him a little treat?”
Chris knew exactly what Lisa meant; she leaned in and enveloped his cock in her ample cleavage for some tit-fucking. Lisa brought over the bottle of mineral oil to help him slide smoothly. After some delightful smooches, Lisa turned around and ostentatiously lubed up her rectal zone, then fetched the long cushion from her lounger.
Lisa arranged herself facing away on the pad, resting on her knees and elbows, and waggled her ass at him.
“Whenever you’re ready, stud. It’s been forever since you’ve been up my ass.”
“It’s been 13 hours, maybe 14. I’ve put so much stuff in there that my poor dick is going to drown.”
“Fine. I’m already wet from watching you two carrying on. Use my pussy instead.”
“Chris, I hate to interrupt, but can you go get me a rubber?”
“No! Stay where you are. Steve, you should splooge in my pussy. I’m horny as hell because I’m ovulating. Let’s make a little Texas Ranger!”
Stunned and excited, Steve said something stupid.
“What if it’s a girl?”
“Oh yeah, here we are back in the 1800s. You think women can’t be rangers?”
“I’m sorry, you’re totally right. Chris, I hate to even mention it, on top of what we’re doing right now.”
“Mention what?”
“Lisa’s divorce from Gilbert is final now. Theoretically, it would be better if our ranger had married parents, and she didn’t grow up a bastard and angrily arrest us for bigamy.”
Chris was unhappy; she released his cock from its velvet channel and stepped back.
“Oh, Chris, don’t be cross...”
“Chris cross?” snorted Lisa.
“Sorry, wrong word. One word from you, Chris, and I’ll forget the whole thing.”
“Just give me time. You have to promise. I want to be with you when she grows up and graduates from ranger training or from college or whatever. I want to be your a loving aunt or mom two to your child.
“If you two have a problem with that, I might as well leave now. You guys have a nice fuck, and I’m going to go inside.”
Barely keeping her composure, Chris walked inside. Mad? Sad? Both?