Starlight Gleaming Ch. 23

Both Calia and Ixma found something to hover together and whisper about.

My wife's thumb stroked mine, like she was stroking my cock. My fantasies had given me a partial erection. I grinned at her. "You're sure you aren't too sore from this morning?"

"Oh, no," she breathed, her face flushing with heat. "I've become used to my husband's loving and sweet attentions, and the fact that sometimes once a day isn't enough for him." Using her other hand, she brushed my cheek. "Ranji, I love you. You are my husband, my lover, and amazingly, my friend as well. I look forward to each time we're intimate together. Besides, this morning was for our baby. This chance to enjoy my husband's desire will be for our own enjoyment."

Moving her hand up to my lips, I kissed the back of her hand, and she shivered. "Izel, every time we make love is for us." I kissed her wrist again. "Honoring your people's traditions is because I love you. Besides, I enjoy helping you come, whether it's feeling you gush on my hand, in my mouth, or on my cock, and I certainly enjoy coming inside you."

Glancing at my watch, I saw we had about an hour before we were scheduled to land. "Tell me, my sweet wife, would you like to stretch your legs on a short walk with me?"

Her tablet stuffed into her bag, Izel yanked her hand out of mine, her safety belt was off, and she sprang to her feet, nearly stumbling in her exuberance. I reached out and steadied her.

Turning, she moved into my arms. "Oh, yes! I'd be delighted to go with you to ensure that the cargo is secure!"

Ixma called out, "Izel?"

Pausing, she answered, "Yes?"

"Can I go with you?"

Flushing even darker, Izel glanced at me and said, "Well, we're going to... uhm, I mean we... It was just going to be the two of us."

Responding in Nahuatl, Ixma offered, "I won't interfere. Besides, I've seen Ranji being intimate with all of his other women, and the others have watched me take his cock, but I've yet to see the two of you together. That's what you're planning, isn't it? He's an amazing lover. Besides, I can hold things, keeping them off the floor so they don't get dirty."

"I... I suppose it's no different than when Janetta or Zinja watch us," Izel admitted. "All right."

Grabbing a towel from her bag, Ixma followed as Izel and I joined hands and walked over to the narrow walkway running the length of the cargo bay, past the wide rows of stacked pallets of cargo secured by ropes and cables to the aircraft's frame.

Frankly, I was surprised that after passing the first few rows, we passed five other couples actively going at it; most of them had the woman bent over while the man pumped away. Two couples were within sight of each other, and I think the women were watching each other. The last couple were on the hard floor, with the woman on her back and her legs in the air while his bare buttocks flexed and relaxed as he rapidly thrust into her center.

After passing two more empty rows, I turned down the next aisle and after a dozen paces, stopped, turning to face my wife.

Izel gave me a sultry gaze. "I can't believe we're actually doing this!"

Drawing her into my arms, she beamed happily and lifted her face to meet my lips with hers. For several minutes, we kissed, tongues exploring while our hands wandered.

Unbuckling my hip holster, I handed it over to Ixma; she buckled the ends together and slid the loop it formed onto her shoulder.

After a few minutes of us kissing, Izel stepped back. She undid a button on her shoulder, loosened her waist belt, and pulled her dress up over her head. Handing it to Ixma, she then removed her bra, giving over that as well. Seeing no panties, I raised my eyebrows at her. Had she planned for us to do this all along?

Flushing, Izel exclaimed, "I wanted to be available to you! Just in case my warrior husband needed satisfaction."

Ixma grinned as she took the garments from my wife. She leaned against the line of cargo crates to see what we would do next.

My wife unbuckled my trousers, then pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles. Taking my cock in her hand, she stroked me and I hardened.

"Aren't you going to at least lick his cock?" Ixma asked. "Show your appreciation for what he's carrying around for your enjoyment?"

Izel looked at me, contemplating Ixma's criticism, but I shook my head. "It's all right. The notion is still new to you yet. Maybe next time, when you aren't being rushed."

"Rushed?" Izel asked.

"We have just over half an hour to get done and head back to our seats," I explained. Reaching down, I felt her pussy, gently probing her entrance. While damp, I judged she wasn't ready to take me inside yet. "Lean back against those crates."

"You're going to put your mouth on me?"

"I am."

Izel carefully leaned back and widened her stance. "Oh, gods, I love when you do this to me."

After handing Ixma my ear protectors, I knelt before my wife's pussy. Using my hands, I gently tugged apart her folds. Using my tongue, I traced the edges of her sex, up and down, making three circuits. Izel moaned, holding onto my head, her fingers feathered my hair as she tilted her hips forward. I dove in, exploring the outer edges of her steamy tunnel, probing and slurping at the juices beginning to ooze from her core. Her cries and moans grew louder, but I could barely hear them over the wall of noise.

Izel's pussy became juicier, and her fingers gripped my head as she rocked her hips against my face. Her mound swelled, and her nether lips engorged with her arousal. I sucked her sodden folds into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue. She gasped when I latched onto her clit like it was a turgid nipple for me to play with, flicking and nibbling at it with my tongue.

"Ranji!" she cried, and then cried out louder when I shoved two fingers into her steamy hole, pumping in and out of her sodden center. Her thighs tightened around my head as she rolled her mound more firmly against my face, her hands holding my head tightly.

"Oh, gods!" she shouted. "Oh, Ranji... oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna.. that's it! Oh, my sweet husband... what you do to me! So good... oh, so good. Don't stop! Please don't stop! Oh, Ranji, I love you!"

While Izel tumbled into her release, her pussy clamped and convulsed around my fingers as she shuddered and cried out her pleasure. I eased off directly touching her clit, working up and down her twitching fat pussy lips, slurping up her tangy nectar.

A final quiver ran through her body and I leaned back to look up at her smiling face. Ixma slipped my ear protection back into place as Izel recovered.

She brushed my hair from my face gently, her gaze suffused with love. "Oh, Ranji, that was heavenly! I was going to say it felt so good it should be illegal, but then I remembered it actually is. I am quite convinced that it's the stupidest law ever enacted, and I adore the fact that you break it so readily. Please, enough of that, my darling, sweet husband. Stand up and fill my pussy with that wonderful, thick cock of yours!"

As I stood, I kept my gaze on her as I sucked and licked my fingers clean. Drawing her into my arms, my wife molded her body against mine, and we kissed hungrily.

I was of a mind to push her up against the cargo crates, but when selecting this aisle, I didn't pay attention to the crates of cargo. The rough surfaces would ravage her bare back. She was ready and I wanted her. Grabbing her butt cheeks, I lifted her up. Her face eager, her legs wrapped around my waist.

"It's not in yet!" she declared with a pout.

"Hang on, Izel. When I push, you guide me in."

She rubbed my tip up and down her dripping folds, coating it with her juices. Then she slotted me at her entrance, and bucked her hips forward while tightening her legs, drawing me in. Holding her aloft, I worked her hips back and forth, rapidly gaining depth within her steamy heat with each stroke.

Izel moaned, closing her eyes to better savor of my movement within her snug sheath, her arms clinging to me. Within a few firm strokes, I was nestled balls deep within her steamy core.

My wife opened her eyes and gazed at me, love and lust and need washing over her face. "You're so deep in me! I feel like I've been impaled by your warrior's spear, your heat filling my womb. Oh, my dearest love, will you fuck me hard and come inside me?"

"When I move my arm, lift your leg higher, Izel."

"You're gonna bend me in half and hammer my pussy, aren't you." She nibbled my chin, loosening the grip of her legs around my waist. "Yes, Ranji."

One at a time, I got her legs above my arms. In this position, she was indeed folded in half; her sex was splayed wide, gravity forcing her fat pussy lips to fully engulf my cock. Each time I lifted her up and let her drop impaled me within her quivering sheath.

"Last time you did this, Ranji, you fucked the shit out of me," she husked, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Like I was your personal fuck toy."

Starting slow, I began thrusting in and out of her sheath. "Are you my fuck toy, Izel?"

"Please, husband, whatever you want because it all feels so blissfully good. Take me, fuck me hard, and fill me up."

"When I bottom out, tilt your hips away," I grunted. "Grind your pussy on me."

"But then I'll come!" she objected.

"That's the entire point! Come for me, wife, and I will reward you by filling you with my seed." I nearly withdrew then pushed back in until I was balls deep in her sheath and held her tight against my groin. "Now grind!"

My sweet wife stared at me as her hips began to rock in sync with my thrusting, giving her clit some serious action. Her mouth dropped open as she lost herself in the intense sensations, focusing on working her pussy on my cock. Her inner flesh rippled along my shaft and the hard knob of her cervix kept lightly kissing the head of my knob. As she panted harder, I pulled her more roughly onto my cock.

"Oh, Ranji! Darling... sweet... magnificent husband, I'm gonna... gonna... oh gods!"

Her eyes rolled up and the grip of her hands around my neck loosened, so I bounced her several times and tilted up my hips, our sexes slapping together hard and wet. I moved one hand up her back to keep her from falling backward. Her pussy convulsed and pulsated along my shaft, and Izel moaned as she trembled against me. Deep in her core, that hard little guardian to her womb gyrated, rubbing against that sensitive spot just under the fat ridge of my cock's crown.

While ecstasy smashed through her senses, her pussy yanked me over the precipice with her. The tension in my balls detonated.

Gripping her ass tightly, keeping her firmly in place, I growled in pleasure and spewed lines of heat into her ravenous, pulsating core.

For long seconds as bliss washed over me, I struggled to keep us upright. I straightened out as my back was beginning to tremble from the effort. As her awareness returned, Izel peppered my neck and face with kisses.

"Lord Kandikan," Izel breathed, then giggled. "That was amazing! While quick, it was a very intense and wonderful induction into the Rad High Club." She nibbled my jaw affectionately. "You are such a good husband to indulge me, but then you so often shower me with sweet kindnesses and loving affection. Thank you, Ranji. Thank you!"

I was soon squeezed out, however, and Izel snickered, saying, "I guess you'd best let my legs down before I drip all over your trousers."

As her legs moved off my shoulders, I straightened up, easing the tension in the muscles of my lower back.

Once her feet touched the deck, Izel sighed in relief. "That was quite the wonderful workout. My pussy is still vibrating, and my legs are positively wobbly. Let me lean on you?"

"Of course," I told her with a grin.

"That was so hot!" Ixma exclaimed. "Ranji? Just so you know, Calia and I also want to become members of this Rad High Club of yours, and before we return back to High Guard! Izel, would you mind if I cleaned you up?"

"What?" Izel asked.

"You're dripping. I doubt your panties will be able to contain the load he gave you. Except you didn't wear any. Were planning to keep your hand cupped against your pussy to catch the run-off?"

"I admit I was caught up in the moment, and didn't plan for the aftermath," Izel replied. "You actually want to do that?"

"Of course! I'm well aware that Mama often cleans the captain after Ranji has pleasured her. He's my man, too, and I like eating his seed. He's so strong and powerful, eating it makes me feel good. Just because you're his wife doesn't mean you can't enjoy the attentions from Ranji's other women. Besides, sharing that between us can only help increase our feelings of affection for each other. I'm sure Calia would make the same offer if she were here."

"Let me think on your offer, please?" Izel replied. "This doesn't bother you, husband?"

"No," I told her. "When I first became lovers with these wonderful women, I recognized there were constraints on my time and availability. Demanding they abstain didn't seem fair. During my long absence this past winter, I know it helped Calia, Ixma, and Cholan because they told me so. I know Zinja loves me, but she also loves Janetta."

My wife didn't say anything as she digested that revelation.

Ixma said, "At least take this towel to wipe away the mess. Put the smaller one into your panties. You'll be leaking for hours and risk staining your fancy dress."

"I... uh, I didn't wear any underwear today," Izel admitted, taking the towel.

"Ugh! Fine." Once Izel put her bra on and slipped her dress back on, Ixma quickly took off her own panties and handed them over. "Here!"

"But they're yours, and... they're damp!"

"Of course, they are! Watching you two was hot! Look, it's not like I have cooties, and besides, the hand-towel will be between you and the wet spot. If your people see your dress with a wet spot around your ass-line, they won't listen to anything you say because they'll be thinking about what caused the wet spot. It's how people are wired."

"Wired?"

"To think about sex."

"While not all people are built that way, your reasoning is logical and prudent," Izel admitted, flushing. "I'm impressed."

I was busy securing my own clothing, so Ixma held Izel steady while she stepped into the borrowed panties. When she paused at mid-thigh, Ixma gave her the folded hand-towel. Once it was snugly in place, Izel let her dress drop.

When I was ready for it, Ixma handed over my weapon-belt and sidearm, and I quickly secured it.

"Now, please don't get mad," Ixma said. Digging around in her purse, she retrieved a fresh pair of panties, quickly slipping them on.

"You... you had a fresh pair the whole time! You could have given that to me!"

"You need to stop acting like borrowing my panties was a hardship," the younger woman replied casually. "It's a good thing I don't offend easily. I could have let you leak and ruin your dress and everyone would have known what you and Ranji did. This way we both have something dry to wear. Well, relatively dry, anyway. I like you, Izel. How many other women would give you panties to wear when you needed them? We're both Ranji's women. Despite our different social classes, we need to watch out for each other."

"You're going to embarrass me with this incident at a later time, aren't you." A statement, not a question.

"Only a little, and only with immediate family," Ixma admitted with a grin. "It's no one else's business but ours."

Izel blinked, then nodded. "All right, that's fair."

Surprised by the turn of events, I asked my wife, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, husband. I guess I need to have a longer talk with your mistresses later."

We soon returned to our seats, getting buckled in, with me stopping by the onboard latrine to wash my face and hands because I knew if I didn't, Janetta would let me know. There was a wait, but it wasn't too long.

When I looked over at them, Janetta and Zinja were still sleeping.

Janetta had at first resisted the idea of going with me to see her mother, but Izel had lobbied hard, and my fierce warrior finally agreed she would accompany us, even going so far as to promise to try and keep a lid on her temper, which was much more than I'd hoped for. Not wanting to jinx it, I had just smiled in response.

Izel's hand reached for mine, so I clasped it. My wife sighed happily, settled into her seat and closed her eyes.

I smiled at the thought of my girls getting to meet their Grandma Zani, and seeing the reactions of both Janetta and Zaniyah at the declaration. Sisi, and to a lesser extent Mina, were happy about their Grandma Shanti, their grandpa, and their active involvement with their grandchildren. During their previous visit my mother had been spoiling them terribly, and only the intervention of Zinja and Janetta had kept things from getting out of hand. Having another grandparent would go over well with my oldest daughter. No doubt Sisi would convince Mina it was a good idea, too.

Family helps us deal with all the harsh realities of life, and each member is another layer of potential support. I knew it wasn't always that way. Kirfan's actions against Izel and the harsh rejection that Deedee had faced was ample proof that family also had the power to terribly wound its members. All we could do was try to cultivate good, strong relationships with people we love and trust, and do our best to be good examples for our children to learn from.

This led me to reflect that my family and I weren't traveling alone. Indeed, we had a much larger entourage than during my trip to Copán.

Oceotl had been promised a visit with his grandmother, so naturally he was traveling with us.

With us were Sowitwee and his entire family - his wife, Nariya, his son, Daydo, both of his sisters, Ramilla and Leetsi, as well as Leetsi's infant daughter, Bibi. While none of them had any interest in ever visiting Copán again, Nariya had relatives somewhere near Mohingo War Base; the couple wanted to show off baby Daydo to her family as well as introduce their niece and his sisters. Sowitwee had convinced his sisters that he was happy about his niece, and took several pictures of Bibi and Daydo together, adding their pictures to their family album. As well, they planned on doing some of their own sightseeing and shopping to happen during these three weeks away from High Guard. My aide had taken over providing the upkeep of his sisters - with Nariya's full support. Cleaned of their addictions, Bibi in good health, and with frequent visitations back and forth, the two sisters were thawing towards their brother, his wife, and their nephew. More, during their dinner visits, they stayed for the stories and confessed their enjoyment.

In point of fact, all of our household staff were with us. Salvia and Tarragon, the latter seemed to prefer the shortened version of Terra; Izel's maids, Chihua, Awmi, and Ketra; and the cooks, Citlalli and Zyana, were also aboard the Condor.

Under Calia's oversight, Salvia and Terra were learning to cook and maintain the house while getting a good basic education, though most of their work was keeping up with the family laundry and helping keep our home clean. Izel had informed me a few weeks earlier that we needed more helpers to assist Salvia and Terra; keeping up with our much larger family had meant that her maids were having to help with all the cleaning needed to maintain the Kandikan household. Even though most of Izel's personal guards slept elsewhere, they came to the house to have their clothing cleaned and repaired. Izel said that Calia was still the house manager, but that her chief maid, Chihua, was having to take a greater supervisory role because of Calia's outside meetings and classes.

We also needed more rooms to adequately house Izel's guards as well have the space for the many babies joining our family in the coming year.