Preparing for a long flight, my closeted exhibitionist wife, Sue, chose to be extra daring. “Is this too much, Stu?” she asked while choosing conservative clothes to wear in a daring way. Her button-down translucent white blouse was off-the-shoulder with two buttons open. It kept her B cup tits covered as long as she stood straight. As she wiggled into small shorts with loose legs, I noted how well they clung to her separate cheeks. She turned and pulled them higher until their seam entered her commando seam and split it into a puffy, camel toe that swelled as she modeled it for me. My dick swelled as I imagined her walking the airport displaying her “painted on” pussy.

As she tested it by walking around the room, I saw the shorts’ seam rubbing her swollen labia. With that hands-free masturbation, her clit swelled and joined her obvious pussy display. “I think that display will make any straight man swell, and some cum in their slacks.” She smiled.

Her presentation encouraged me to also go commando in snug shorts. My relaxed dick formed a subtle bulge that I knew would become much more obvious when people started gawking and lusting for my wife. When I sat, my hidden dick approached the edge of my shorts.

At the airport, a TSA agent insisted on “wanding” Sue even though she set off no alarms. She smiled as he slid the wand up her sexy legs, between them, rubbed her swollen pussy a few times, then rubbed it over, under, and on each nipple. When each grew stiff and tall, he called them suspicious and pulled her blouse open to examine her bare tits for hidden contraband. Both smiled as he rubbed her bare nipples barely hidden from the others on line. She nearly came from a fantasy fulfilled, again. It had to be something that forced her to expose herself beyond her control. She regretted that the TSA agent didn’t pull down her shorts in front of everyone and expose her beautiful pussy. I passed without a scan despite the obvious bulge in my shorts.

Our seats were just behind the “business class” section at the front of the plane. Sue wanted the center seat. While I’m a nervous flyer, Sue is a frightened one — especially during takeoff and landings. She often held my dick for comfort and pulled my hand against her pussy to gently stroke her clit. The aisle seat stayed empty — until the last minute.

Dan, a stranger, nervously took the seat, and the flight attendant (FA) closed the doors. Sue later said she found him handsome, attractively slim, with muscular legs, and in possession of an intriguing large bulge in his shorts. As we taxied, Dan noticed our intimate contact, then introduced himself and declared he was a nervous flyer too. “Stu, I hope you don’t mind if I clasp your wife’s arm for support.” He smiled a devious smile and gripped her arm without waiting for my response. As he settled into his seat, his thick cock lifted a leg of his shorts enough to get Sue’s attention. She looked at me for permission, but wrapped her comforting hand around his swelling bulge, again without waiting for a response. Why bother asking?