My wife and I were on a cross country trip on a half empty plane

a couple of years ago. The lack of passengers was probably due to

the combination of the sagging economy and the time of year that

we were traveling (mid summer). We had been visiting some friends

in California, and were headed back to Florida. The trip was

guaranteed to be long and the connecting flight was many hours

away, but at least we had room to stretch out and move around.

And since we were traveling at night, we always had the

opportunity to sleep. Or do other things, of course.

My wife and I were stuck in the back third of the plane, with

just us and possibly a half dozen other people. My wife and I

decided that since we had the room, we'd spread out to separate

rows for now, just to make getting to our carry on items a little

easier, and because she said she had some work to do on her

laptop, and I didn't want to disturb her. As we were getting

settled, an attractive, nicely dressed Hispanic man probably in

his late 20s walked by her. She was bent over, obviously putting

something under the seat in front of her. As I was sitting behind

her by a couple of rows, I could see everything she was doing for

the most part. And I could tell by the same token that he was

enjoying the view of her ample ass. In fact he made no intention

of hiding the fact that he was staring at her.

I snickered to myself. For some reason, Hispanic men always found

Melanie irresistible. Back in her high school days, she was often

hit on by the mostly migrant farm hands that worked in the fields

around the restaurant she waited tables at. She even had a fellow

student whose family had moved to the US from Puerto Rico and who

constantly hit on just about every girl in the school, but seemed

to pay considerably more attention to the bigger ones. He wooed

Melanie for months before she finally slept with him after they

both ended up drunk at a party one night, one of those "parents

out of town" type situations.

They fucked in his car, and almost every day for weeks they would

race to her parent's house after school, since she knew they

would have the place to themselves for at least an hour before

her folks came home from work. She would often give him a blowjob

in the car on the way to her house to get him hard and ready, him

moaning loudly as he floored the gas pedal while cradling her

head in his lap. When they got there, they would run in the door,

their clothes landing in the hallway as they stripped, before

they ended up naked and entangled on the couch or in her bed.

They even fucked on her parent's waterbed from time to time, just

to change things up a little.

Eventually she tired of just being fuck buddies and wanted more.

He balked, and a couple of weeks later it was discovered that he

had started fucked some other plump girl from their school.

Melanie confronted him, and after admitting to it, she severed

all contact with him. After a few months, the girl that he had

been sleeping with was taken out of school by her parents,

allegedly due to an unplanned pregnancy by "someone". Melanie was

relieved that at the very least whenever they had had sex, she

always made him wear a rubber no matter how much he complained

about it.

My mind came back to the man standing in front of my wife, who

was trying a little harder not to stare. My wife suddenly stood

up and froze when confronted with the man before her. For a

second or two she made no intention to move or sit down, instead

choosing to stare at him as they looked at each other, mere

inches separating them. He smiled, flashing a band of pearly

white that contrasted with his tanned tone skin. She broke her

gaze, giggled and smiled back, obviously a little embarrassed but

also I think a little turned on.

"Sorry", she said apologetically as she quickly sat down in her

row. His eyes followed her movement.

"No problem, my dear" he replied in a friendly tone, bowing his

head a little to her. He stretched up, putting his bag in the bin

above her row, her eyes ogling his torso. He then reached into

his sport coat and pulled out his flight ticket and checked it

with the seat numbers printed under the compartment and sat down

in the row across from hers in the aisle. Her eyes quickly darted

back to mine, seeing if I had noticed. I smiled back, winking a

little and raising my eyebrows a couple of times. She rolled her

eyes playfully, but then turned her attention to him again.

They chit chatted for a few minutes as the last of the few

passengers for the flight sat down, and as it was obvious that no

one was going to be sitting around them, he motioned if he could

join her. She paused for a couple of moments before slowly

nodding her head. He stood up and joined her in the seat next to

hers, introducing himself. For the next few minutes I only heard

her giggling and his louder laughs as they conversed. I tried to

concentrate on the magazine I was reading, but every time I heard

one of their voices, my cock jerked a little in my shorts. I

could tell by her tone that she liked his company, on what level

I'm not sure. I knew her type of men and was pretty sure she

found him attractive.

The question was, would she try anything, here on plane of all

places? Would he try something? Had she even told him that I was

on the flight too, just a couple of rows back? Would he care? I

laughed to myself, thinking it ridiculous. After all, my wife was

not exactly that adventurous, especially in public. Even during

our trip to the Dominican, she had only gone topless a couple of

times. Of course during that same trip she slept with two

complete strangers, so I supposed anything was possible aboard a

plane really.

At one point, I saw my wife stand up and start to head back to

the bathroom. An idea suddenly struck me, and nonchalantly I

followed her back. She looked up as she saw me coming, and tried

to act like nothing was going on.

"Tell him you are flying alone." I whispered.

"Huh?" she replied, a little confused.

"Have you told him that I was on the flight too yet?" I asked.

"No. Not yet. It didn't come up." she said.

"Good. Don't tell him I'm here. Just tell him you are flying

alone. He's seen your rings I'm sure, so he probably already

realizes you are married. That's fine. Just make it clear that

you are alone, ok?" I told her. She looked at me wide eyed and

surprised.

I winked at her and turned to walk back to my seat. Before I did,

I whispered "Have fun with your new friend. Enjoy his company and

just let whatever happens ... happen. I don't mind." I tried to

smile reassuringly and then headed back to my seat. I plopped

down, my heart racing. My mind raced with what would happen next.

Would she tell him I was on the flight or not? And if not, what

would happen then? My cock throbbed at the possibilities.

I picked up my magazine and tried to read. A few minutes later I

saw her walk back by me out of the corner of my eye. She

pretended not to notice me as she started to sit back down. He

stood up, letting her brush against him as she moved all the way

to the window seat in the aisle. He sat back down and the two of

them proceeded to continue their discussion, whatever that

involved.

A half hour later we had taken off and were at our cruising

altitude. Out the windows, the sun had already set, and the sky

was turning a dark blue. The cabin of the plane was dotted with a

few overhead lights here and there, one being above where my wife

and this man were sitting together. I could still hear them

talking a little, though with the constant whine of the plane's

engines I couldn't make out exactly what the conversation was

about. I was the closest person sitting to them, two rows back

and in the opposite side of the aisle.

I decided that my vantage point didn't offer much of a view, so

I moved up one row. This allowed me to see in their aisle if I

leaned up far enough. I closed my cabin window and turned off my

overhead light, putting me in as much darkness as possible. I put

my Ipod earbuds in and tried to pretend I was sleeping, though I

watched them as best I could. The stewardesses had already been

around with the beverages and snacks, and my wife and her friend

had purchased a couple of alcoholic drinks. Obviously they

weren't going to get plowed on airline drinks, but if it loosened

up her inhibitions, I was willing to deal with the prices the

airline charges for those things.

After about an hour I saw the man sitting with my wife look

around the cabin nervously for some reason. I then saw his hand

go up and he switched off the overhead light that illuminated

their row. I gulped, my heart in my throat. It was now pitch

black outside the plane, save for a few stars. Maybe he's just

going to sleep, I thought. I leaned up, my eyes adjusted to the

darkness as I stared into their row. It was a little hard to make

out, but what I could see (and what my wife later filled me in

on) made my cock jump immediately.

My wife was leaning back against the plane's window, her left leg

up in on the seat. He was in his seat turned toward her so that

they were facing each other now. In that position, they

immediately began to make out. They began kissing, his mouth

pressed against her full pouting lips, his tongue working its way

into her mouth brushing against hers. Her hands were around his

shoulders, while his cupped her cheeks. As they continued to make

out though, his hands moved down to her breasts, rubbing them

through her shirt and bra. Even though they were fully clothed, I

knew that this would still get her excited especially since a

stranger was doing it to her.

They made out for quite a while, taking their time exploring each

other's mouths and bodies as best they could sitting in a row on

an plane anyway. For her part she let her fingers brush along the

outline of his hardened cock over his shorts. She said she could

tell that he was a decent size, not very long but a better than

average thickness. Because her left leg was up on the seat, he

had an easier time touching her. His right hand moved off her

breast and to her left knee, where it began to work upward along

her thigh. His hand went inside the baggy leg of her shorts till

it reached her panties. He immediately slid his fingers under her

panties so that he could touch her bare pussy.

She panted into his mouth as his fingers found her already soaked

cunt. He massaged her pussy lips gently before sliding a finger

inside her. She grabbed his cock squeezing it tight through the

fabric as she felt his finger penetrate her under her shorts. His

thumb found her engorged clit and deftly began to rub it. She

knew she wasn't going to last long in this heightened state as he

slid a second finger into her wet slit and buried it deep inside

her.

He expertly fingered my wife's snatch as he pressed against her.

She later told me how it was both frustrating and exciting that

they couldn't fuck right then and there. But even she wasn't that

much of a daredevil, and quite honestly is usually pretty meek

about doing anything sexual in public. True, it was a mostly

empty plane at night in pretty much complete darkness. And even

if they had gotten caught, she could have just lied and said that

HE was her husband, just to save them the embarrassment should

they have gotten caught in this position. But still, she couldn't

bring her self to do it, at least not with what she was wearing.

She did say that if she had been wearing as skirt, it would have

been a different story though.

After a few minutes of his hand up her shorts leg massaging the

inside and outside of her pussy, his other hand slid up inside

her shirt and pulled her bra down off of one of her breasts. He

grabbed her nipple, already as hard as an eraser nub, and

squeezed and pulled on it. This turned her on even more, his

rough treatment of her tits combined with his fingers that were

thrusting inside her. She grinded her hips back against his

fingers, trying to get them deeper inside her. This was more than

she could take as she heaved and leaned her head back against the

plane window and did her best to not to be loud as she came. Her

body shook as she put a hand over her mouth, moaning into her

palm. He continued to rub her nipple and finger her pussy as he

kissed along her neckline, looking around quickly to make sure no

one was around as she came on his hand.

She eventually started to come down from her blinding orgasm, her

chest heaving deeply. He slowly withdrew his hand from under her

shirt, doing his best to fix her bra where he had yanked it down.

He reluctantly pulled his fingers from her now thoroughly wet

pussy, pulling his hand out from under her shorts. She laid there

for a few seconds, still panting and spent, and I could tell he

was eyeing her greedily. I could tell it was all he could do not

to rip her shorts off and fuck her right there in the seat. But

as he looked around I could tell he knew that wasn't feasible.

My wife, sensing his need, fixed her clothes back and sat up in

the seat. She suddenly whispered something in his ear and he

nodded, smiling. She stood up and he slid over to where she had

been sitting, next to the window. I watched as she walked out to

the aisle and opened one of the overhead compartment bins. She

dug around and closed it and then searched a couple more that

were nearby. Eventually she found what she was looking for, one

of the complimentary blankets that all airlines provide to

passengers. She walked back to her row, again making no attempt

to acknowledge me sitting just one row away from them.

She handed him the blanket, her head looking around to the other

passengers before sitting down in the seat beside him. He draped

the blanket over his lap, spreading it out as much as it would

go. He leaned back expectantly a big grin on his face. Her hand

slid under the blanket, making its way to the front of his shorts

again. She rubbed him a little before going up to where the

button of his shorts were, unsnapping it. She then pulled the

zipper down as far as it would go and pulled his shorts open.

Finding the front of his underwear she slid her fingers inside

until she grasped his cock, hard and hot already. She slowly

pulled it out under the blanket, freeing it. Her hand went around

it, taking in the sensation of the man's cock in her chubby

fingers.

Even from where I was sitting, I could tell that her hand was

moving up and down under the blanket, massaging his engorged

cock. From his expression it was easy to see that he just wanted

to lean his head back, close his eyes and enjoy the sensations of

my wife's hand around his dick, but his head was going back and

forth as he peered over the seats, making sure no one approached

them as she gave him what I knew to be an exquisite handjob.

Every once in a while she would lean into him, giving him a

little kiss on the lips. But for the most part she just stared at

him, watching his face as she rubbed his cock up and down under

the blanket.

After a few minutes she looked around again and then leaned in.

She kissed him longer this time, and then broke the kiss to

whisper something in his ear. He grinned big and nodded. They

both took one more quick look around and then my wife leaned her

head down until it was over her lap. Pulling the blanket aside,

she quickly lowered her mouth over his cock. I watched as I saw

her head of long black hair bobbed up and down in this man's lap,

her whole body leaning over him now. He looked around back and

forth up and down the length of the plane, his face desperately

hoping that no one had to go to the bathroom anytime soon.

Her movements became faster, her butt now up in the air as she

kneeled in the seat beside him. Her head bounced in his lap as he