Did His Wife Know? Ch. 02

"You'll find out soon if you keep doing that, but you should already know from the other night shouldn't you?" I whispered loving the feel of his fingers on my clit.

I started to masturbate him properly. My hand was wrapped round his deliciously thick cock with my little finger near the base and the edge of my thumb near where the thicker end flared out. I would have loved to have cradled his balls in my other hand, but that was just too much of risk.

"Oh fuck here comes one of the crew, pretend to be asleep."

I took my hand away from him, but he left his between my legs with his finger pressed a little way inside me. It felt so deliciously rude to have the rather pretty stewardess look at me knowing what his hand was doing. She was not around long and I sneaked my hand back across and onto his dick. It felt lovely.

"Ready John?" I asked, just as I heard and saw Brenda stirring.

Not only did Brenda stir, but surprisingly quickly she woke, sat upright and looking at your back said. "Must go to the loo."

She smiled at me across your body as she struggled to stand up. Still holding your cock, I smiled back and said. "I think he's asleep."

"Has he been laying like that for long?"

"Like what?" I asked.

"Almost on top of you."

I took the easy way out and said. "No idea I have been asleep."

"Well push him back on his own seat," she said walking up the aisle to join the queue.

"Fuck that was close," John whispered.

"Yes it was, but bloody exciting too."

"What was?"

"Holding this as she looked at me," I admitted rubbing it.

"It almost made me cum," John replied thrusting in my hand."

"Want to now?"

"Yes. Yes please," he said pushing two fingers up me making me gasp and grunt.

I made sure the small towel was in place and bending closer to him I pumped him faster with longer strokes.

"Of fuck yes Chrissy, yes," John groaned finger fucking me quite hard.

Almost desperately I looked up the plane and was relieved to see that Brenda was still in the queue. I went for it and rubbed him even faster and harder.

"Cum you bastard cum," I whispered right into his ear as my silent orgasm broke.

"Yes, yes, yes," he groaned as I felt the sperm roaring up his cock and shooting out onto the towel, although some went onto my hand.

"Ok?" You asked.

"Yes it was good, but I had better go to the loo as well," I said realising that my panties really were soaked.

We tidied ourselves up and I joined the queue. It was shorter now and Brenda was not in it so she had to be in one of the cubicles. Then I saw her come out and make her way past the people in front of me. I turned sideways as she passed and we smiled at each other as our bobs almost brushed together.

"Is he awake now?"

"Yes I had to wake him when I came out."

I went to the loo, cleaned myself up and returned to my seat struggling my way past firstly Brenda and then John. I put the blanket over just me this time and snuggled up to go back to sleep as I saw that Brenda was too.

"I'm going to get some sleep," I whispered to John slipping my hand between us so that it was touching his leg. He slid his down as well. I gripped it and after glancing at Brenda and seeing that her eyes were closed I whispered.

"Here's a present," as I slipped my soaking wet, pale grey, lace thong into his hand.