A New Life Pt. 04

They didn't make me watch them, thankfully, but led me over to a bedroom, where they made me lay on my back, and they connected the shackles to the legs of the bed, just as Karen had said was possible in her sales spiel. Shit, I wasn't looking forward to having to sleep tied down on my back.

In the event, though, it was even worse, because at several points during the night, usually, it seemed, just as I'd got to sleep, Richard would come in and fuck me, with Karen stood by watching and playing with herself. It must have been three times he fucked me. He just laid on top of me, pumping in and out, while he watched my nipples stretched to their limit as he pulled on the chains.

It wasn't made any better when I realised I still had that woman's Post-it inside me. I just hoped she'd used waterproof ink! I'd thought since I started down the exhibitionist route, that I'd always enjoy being fucked, by whoever, whenever and wherever, but in truth, this was close to making me change my mind.

I'd obviously managed to get to sleep after the last fucking, because I woke up with the sun shining through the window. Richard was stood by the bed with a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Good morning, Jo" he said. "Let me release you -- Karen's already gone off to work." He put down the coffee on the bedside table, and undid the clasps around my wrists and my ankles. I sat up, and started to sip the coffee.

"Thank you for last night" he said. "I can tell you that Karen really enjoyed it ... and I enjoyed fucking you as well."

"I'm not sure I can quite say a full thank-you" I said. "I also really enjoyed most of it, although it wasn't really what I was expecting. Left to my own devices, I think you'd have enjoyed screwing me a lot more than you seemed to, and I'm even more disappointed I didn't get to fuck Karen, nor even watch you fuck her. What's the story?"

"Ahh ... it's complicated ... and Karen is an extremely private person ... "

"What even with the snake? And letting me watch her masturbate?"

"Yes. She gets her kicks more from watching me fuck other women, and she especially likes it if they are restrained, humiliated and in a bit of pain."

In truth, I'd enjoyed being tied up and exposed, and I'd even enjoyed some of the pain. I just wished that Bill had been there to watch, but at least I'd have another good story to tell him when he got back.

I finished my coffee, and declined breakfast and even a shower, but put on my bra and my dress, and got Richard to drive me home with my cunt full of his spunk, and what by now must be a very soggy Post-it indeed.

When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom, stripped off, and pushed my fingers into my hole to find the Post-it. I pulled it out of my cunt, dragging a glob of spunk with it. I wiped it on a tissue, and opened up the screwed-up paper. Joy! It was a telephone number, in biro, just a little smudged, but still readable, and a signature 'Pat'.

Yes! I was going to be able to fuck that intriguing woman. I had a shower, smiling away in anticipation as I carefully cleaned out both of my holes, then dried myself. I tried the telephone number from the spunky Post-it, and was shattered when no one answered.

The following day, when I picked up my phone, I saw that June had sent a selfie, taken in the wardrobe mirror, of Bill fucking her. I recognized that it was the same hotel, maybe even the same room as Bill and I had stayed in, and I'd watched him fuck another woman, the maid, for the first time. I'd planned that June would be the first, and while I was happy that he was able to have her now, it just set me itching to meet back up with Pat.

The rest of the day I spent the next day soothing my battered holes in a series of warm baths, every so often trying Pat's number from the Post-it. Several times I got no answer, but my pussy wouldn't let me give up, so I kept trying. I was getting more and more frustrated, when to my delight it picked up, but shit, it was a man who answered.

"Hello?"

"Umm ... hello ... but I wasn't expecting a man ... "

"Ah, you must be Jo. Pat told me all about you, and that she really hoped you might call after she left you her number."

"Pat, um ... told you ... "

"Yes, she said what a great cunt you had, and how much she really wanted to fuck you ..."

"...but you are ...?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm John, Pat's husband."

"So, you wouldn't mind if we ..."

"No, not at all, at least as long as you let me watch! Actually, if your body is as great as Pat said it was, then maybe I could fuck you as well?"

God, this was more uncharted territory, but the shiver of fear that ran through me at the prospect of just being fucked by a couple I really didn't know at all, just set my cunt tingling like mad.

"Well, ..."

"Come on, don't be shy. She said you had spunk coming out of your asshole, so clearly, you're neither a full-time lesbian, nor against getting screwed, even in that hole, so surely I can't be that ugly that you'd refuse to let me fuck your cunt with my wife watching? If so, then Pat must have sorely misjudged you, which would be extremely unusual."

"Umm ... well, is Pat there ..."

I heard the phone go dead for a bit, then a woman's voice came on.

"Hi Jo. This is Pat. You got my note alright then? I couldn't think quite where else to put it. I thought you were amazing last night, by the way! I'd have loved to have been in your place, letting everyone look up my cunt and ass, but I don't think I'd have had your courage. When I got home, I just had to tell John about you, and how much I wanted to put my fingers in you and play with you properly. I was sort of hoping that you might want to do the same to me, although it would be like, a sale sight-unseen. Oh -- if you give me your mobile number and email, though, I'll send a picture of my pussy. How's that?"

Fucking wonderful, I thought, and I gave her the details.

"Look" she continued, "I thought we made a connection last night, and I really, really do want to fuck you, and I'd love to see John stick his prick in you and watch his cum running out of you ... sorry, I'm getting carried away again ..."

"Well, why don't we meet, and see what comes up or goes in?"

"The only problem is we're both flight crew. John's a pilot, and I'm a Purser. Long-haul. We try to synchronise our schedules, worse luck, else you could have me while he's away. We're going to be away soon for ten days or so, but if I send the picture and you like it, we can book a date when we're back?"

"Fantastic" I said, "though I can be very fussy ..."

"Really? You came over more as a fucking dirty slut last night, but I'll take your word for it" she said, giggling.

I'd hardly hung up when my mobile pinged twice. Fucking hell, the first was a picture of her cunt, with her fingers holding her slit open. Her hair was trimmed to a small black triangle, and she had dark pigmentation along the edges of her outer lips, reverting to pink until the line of her inner lips, which were also deep brown. It was almost as if someone had taken a great-looking vulva, and applied makeup so it was truly beautiful.

The second picture showed a tall, thin blond man fucking her doggy style, as she turned back towards the camera. I assumed that was John, but who knows? If it was some sort of selfie, they'd done a fabulous job catching the way his prick stretched her as it entered her hole, underneath her dark, wrinkled asshole.

I wondered if I should have mentioned Bill, and asked if he could join in as well, but he seemed to be enjoying himself with June, and Pat hadn't seen him, and I thought he wouldn't mind, as long as I told him all about it.

'Fucking yes!' I texted back, and got a list of dates in return.

When I went to bed, I laid there, gently stroking my clit, thinking about her, but I was still a bit tender, so decided it would be better to wait until I met her again, rather than bringing myself off imagining what it would be like.

The following day dragged. I went out shopping, but my heart wasn't really in it. I'd have called Peggy for a posing session, but the Professor hadn't told us what the new one would be. I hadn't been home long when my phone rang, and it told me I had a call from Pat.

"Hi Jo" she said, "John and I were due to be on the same flight tomorrow, but a couple of other crew asked if we could swap around, so we're free after all. The forecast is for a clear, sunny day, with only a very light wind, so how do you fancy getting fucked up in the air?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"John is a fanatical flier, even when he's not working, so the year before last he bought himself a small plane in partnership with a few of his work mates. He loves flying it around, but he came up with the idea of converting a couple of rows of seats so that they will lay flat and form a bed. Like most pilots, he flies with it on autopilot most of the time, so we head of on a pre-filed flight plan, and he gets in the back and fucks me.

"Wow, you can't believe how fantastic it is to be flitting through the clouds with a cock up your cunt! Anyway, John and I thought you might like to give it a go, seeing as the forecast is so good."

"Umm ... I'm not sure I really like small planes ..."

"But you did like the pictures I sent, didn't you? Imagine having John's cock inside you while you suck my pussy, and all we can see outside is white fluffy clouds. You can even show your ass to the whole of the county if you moon at the window! And it might be weeks before we can find another day..."

That decided it. I fucking wanted her, I had nothing much to do, and I could always take a couple of travel sickness pills.

"That sounds fantastic! Will you come and pick me up, or do you want me to meet you at the airport?"

"It would be great if you could get to the private aviation part of the airport for say 10.00. There's just one thing, though. The space is pretty limited inside, so it's best if you don't wear any undies, and see if you can find a dress that opens right down the front. Ciao."

I had the dress, of course. Pretty much standard clothing for an exhibitionist, but it took me ages to dig out the travel sickness pills. When I went to bed, I laid there, gently stroking my clit, thinking about her, but I was still a bit tender, so decided it would be better to wait until I met her again, rather than bringing myself off imagining what it would be like.

I got up early the next morning and had a shower, thoroughly cleaning and then drying all my important bits, so I made a good impression on John, although the impression Pat had was probably already set.

As the forecast had said for once, it was indeed a beautiful, still day, with just a few puffy white clouds high in the sky. I drove off to the airport, and found the private aviation part. I realised that I didn't actually know their surname, but Pat and John seemed to be enough, and I was given directions, being told I if I was careful, there was parking right next to each of the planes.

I drove over, looking for the colour of the plane and the registration number I had been given. When I found it, I saw that John and Pat were already there, going through all of the flight plan with the control tower. John looked even taller and blonder than in the picture Pat had sent, perhaps because he was just wearing a long, silk, dark red kaftan, and Pat, like me, was wearing a button-through summer dress.

"Hi Jo" she said, coming over and kissing me. I could feel her naked breasts under her dress as they brushed against mine. "And this is John, my husband."

He came over and gave me a hug, and I could feel his cock was already partially stiff under the kaftan as we kissed.

"It's great to finally get to see you after all that Pat has told me about you -- and I'm hoping to see more of you" he said, with the same sort of wicked grin that Pat had given me at the shop demonstration. They seemed well suited!

"Let's get ourselves in, while John finishes the lasts of the pre-flight checks" Pat said.

I could see what she meant by cramped! There were three rows of seats behind the pilot's seat, but the co-pilot's seat had been taken out. Pat clambered over the front two to get to the back row, and indicated that I should join her. I managed to get over, then she leaned forward, and folded the backs of the rows in front so that they laid flat, and just about formed a continuous flat base.

"We can fold these down when we get up." she said, with that wicked grin again, which left me wondering whether she meant up in the air, or up somewhere else. "They will go flush with the others, making a pretty decent double bed behind the pilot's seat, and we've got some extra-long belts that can be used if anyone is laying down, just in case the plane hits turbulence or anything."

"Aren't you going to do the safety demonstration, though?" I asked. In reply, she just tickled my waist, making me laugh and double up.

John closed the door, leaving the top of the flip down window open as he started the engine, and we slowly taxied out to the runway. We had to wait as another small plane came into land, but then he was given clearance to proceed. He waved acknowledgement though the open window, then clipped it shut, and revved up the engine.

The whole plane felt as if it was going to shake itself apart, and I was thankful that I'd taken the travel sickness pills before I left home. All of a sudden, the plane jerked forward as John released the brakes, and we accelerated along the runway. I didn't think we were ever going to lift off, but just as I was really thinking we were going to end up in the trees, the wheels left the ground. The engine was still revving hard, and the plane was bumping around a bit. I peered out of the window next to me, watching the trees fall away below, and the clouds get closer.

"Don't worry, Jo, it will get smoother soon. Why don't you try something to take your mind of it?"

I looked around, and saw that she had already unbuttoned her dress, and had taken her arms out of it, so it was merely another cover over the seat she was on. She'd also slid the seat forward a little, and taken off her seat belt.

I looked with increasing desire at her naked body laid beside me. Her breasts were full and round, and her nipples were almost black, and already fully erect. The little triangle of pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and was as black as that on her head, but it did little to hide the delights that were between her legs.

I stared at the dark, crinkly skin of her cunt lips, contrasting with the pale pink of her inner thighs. As I stared, she opened her legs more, and moved her hand down to open her lips, letting me see her clit, and the valley leading back to the black hole into her vagina.

"Get on with it then, Jo! Do you want me or not? Get your dress off, and finger my cunt."

I fucking did want her, so I undid my dress, and pushed it back over my arms so I was a naked as she was. As I moved my hands towards her, she unfastened my seat belt, pressed the recline button on the seat, and pulled me over on top of her. Our breasts touched, then squashed hard against each other, my nipples sending bursts of pleasure right through my tits. She opened her mouth, and I put my tongue into it, pushing it in as far as I could and forcing our lips together.

At the same time, my fingers were joining hers, which were still holding her slit open, and I pushed them back, and into her warm, wet hole. I myself sideways to make it easier for her to reach me, and I felt her other hand glide over my butt, pressing between my cheeks until she felt the roughness of my asshole. I moved a bit more, and her fingers managed to reach my cunt, which was a slippery as hers.

As the plane hit a bit of turbulence from the thermal currents, I moved my thumb along her slit, pushing her fingers off of her clit, taking over rubbing and pressing it, so she could move that hand over to my clit instead of hers.

"I really wanted to do this when you were in the shop" she whispered, "your hole was just so slimy, and I love the smell of it. Suck my tit ... please."

We lay there, fingers stimulating each other's cunts, taking it in turns to kiss each other's breasts, Pat pulling at my nipples, me biting down on hers, and sometimes returning to deep oral kisses. My lust for her was so strong, that I knew I'd have to come very quickly, but I also knew that I could come many more times for her if she wanted. I pushed my fingers hard into her hole, running my thumb backwards to stretch it out even further, then racing it hard against her towards her clit.

"Fucking hell, Jo, I'm going to fucking come" she screamed out, and this was good, because so was I.

We both came as the plane hit a bit more turbulence, leaving me unsure just how much of the jerking and rolling around was due to us, and how much the outside air. Apart from anything else, our dresses had been pushed aside, and were just laid along the edge of the plane.

"God, that was good!" she said. "Your tits and cunt were even better than I'd imagined ..."

"... and she did a lot of imagining" John added, "she must have jerked herself off at least half a dozen times thinking about you."

I realised as he spoke that the plane had levelled off, and as I turned around, I saw John shrug of his kaftan, and climb out of the pilot's seat, his cock standing stiff in front of him.

"You have set the autopilot?" I asked, nervously.

He just gave me one of those wicked grins, and as he did so, I felt Pat's hand opening up my cunt. I realised that I was more-or-less knelt over Pat with my ass in the air, so he not only had a close-up of my asshole, but now could see right into my vagina. I was almost disappointed when he paused for that sight only briefly, ramming his cock hard into my cunt, making me gasp for breath. Pat slid her body backwards as far as she could, leaving her pussy right under my face.

"Better put those belts across you, just in case" John said, picking up the ends of first Pat's, then my belt, and we loosely fastened them across us. It seemed a bit unnecessary to me, but fortunately they didn't cramp our style at all.

"Suck my cunt, Jo" Pat ordered, and I bent my head, as she bent her legs and raised her hips up towards me.

I could smell the deep musky scent coming out of her vagina. I opened my mouth, and sucked in her clit and her slime. I put one hand underneath me, and started to play with myself, sliding my fingers back towards my hole, feeling John's knob pumping in and out of me, then pushing back to pinch and caress my clit. I felt John's hands on my butt cheeks, and I knew he was pulling them apart so he could watch himself fucking me, and could study the movement of my cunt lips and my round, whirlpool-like asshole.

Yes, just watch and enjoy, I thought. Meanwhile, I was sucking hard on Pat's clit, rubbing my tongue over it, then nibbling it with my teeth. I ran my tongue back along her slit as far as I could, just managing to reach her open hole, and I lapped her juices up like an animal drinking. Then I went back to her clit again.

Shit, it was cramped, but it was fantastic. I knew I was close, and I felt that both Pat and John weren't far behind me. John let go of one of my bum cheeks, moving his hand over and pushing a finger into my asshole. I moved my own hand back, and forced a finger into my cunthole. I could feel both his cock ramming in and out, and his finger pressing against the outside of my vagina from inside my ass.

I could feel he was going to come, so I pushed my other hand down, and played hard with my clit, as I stepped up the speed of my tongue over Pat's. I felt John's cock shudder as he came, and I felt the warm spunk inside me on my finger. Fucking hell, I came like crazy, and I convulsed as the pleasure took control of me. As I sucked harder, I felt Pat jerk upwards as she came as well.