I came home to bags packed and waiting for me by the front door. At first I was confused, wondering if Elle had finally decided to leave me. Then she stepped through the doorway on the balcony above me, stooping briefly to adjust the strap on her white high heels with one hand while the other fiddled with an earring. See was wearing a sheer white blouse and the hot pink miniskirt I bought for our anniversary. Even from my downstairs view, I could already see she wasn't wearing any panties. The upskirt view gave me an arousal.
"The kids are at your mom's for the weekend," she said, "Ready to go?"
"Am I ready to go where?" I asked blankly.
"For a ride," she said.
Truth is, I was ready to stay home, sit on the sofa and watch hockey on television but, moments later, I found myself blindfolded and sitting in the passenger seat of my wife's sporty convertible Mercedes-Benz. Blindfolded, I was even more acutely aware of her erratic car handling skills. She took the turns very fast, but I didn't dare open my mouth to criticize her driving because I was at a distinct disadvantage if I needed to dodge her backhand. So, I sat quietly and listened to the squeal of breaks.
When we jerked to a stop, I could hear jet engines. Elle got out, gave someone instructions and then opened my door and grabbed my arm.
"Just do what I say and nobody gets hurt," she giggled. Her heels clicked briskly on the concrete pavement.
With my wife pushed me from behind until I found myself stumbling up a steep flight of metal stairs.
"Watch your head," my wife's voice advised.
Up the stairs and, immediately, I was sitting in a plush, low-back leather seat. After a pause, doors slammed shut and I was pushed back into my seat by a lunge forward.
"Okay, take off your blindfold. You can look now," Elle's voice enticed.
"Surprise," yelled a chorus.
We were taxiing down the runway in a sleek corporate jet. My wife traveled a lot for her job, sometimes in private planes, but this was some special kind of private jet. Leather, chrome, video monitors, polished mahogany panels and a fully stocked bar.
Seated around me were my two best friends, Will and Sean, and their gorgeous wives, Jana and Nikki. The guys were dressed in dark suits and brightly colored shirts and their wives were as finely tailored as my own -- white heels, brightly colored miniskirts and silk blouses. My wife sat across from me, her toned legs slightly spread and glistening. Her smile beamed from ear to ear.
"Because you've been such a good boy, we're taking you to Vegas for the weekend."
"Happy birthday, buddy," cheered Will.
Glasses of gin and vodka clinked a toast to the good news and everyone said, "Hooray."
Interrupting us, the co-pilot gave an abbreviated safety briefing. Even he quickly knew that he wasn't wanted or needed. The moment he pulled the curtain on the cockpit, giggles and laughs erupted in the passenger section. Soon, the plane raced down the runway, lifted and soared.
"Just sit back and relax, old buddy," Sean said. "Leave the in-flight entertainment to us."
As soon as the plane leveled at cruising altitude, Will pointed a remote toward the flat screen monitor mounted in the front console. An artsy adult video flicked on, the premise of which clearly revolved around couples enjoying themselves with other couples.
"Well, this is what I call first class," I said.
"Service with a smile," Jana said.
Jana was the youngest and always one of the most adventurous of the group, and she was the first to move. She strutted to the front of the cabin and began dancing to the video's sensual soundtrack. As the on-screen porn star loosened her blouse, Jana unbuttoned her own. It was as obvious to me, as it must've been to everyone else, that Jana had practiced these moves to the video already. As the porn star turned and friskily pulled up her skirt in the back, Jana did the same. With the precision of a well-rehearsed military drill, Jana imitated the actress's every move. Jana's big brown eyes, dark brown hair and perfectly tanned skin never looked better. As her petite frame wiggled out of her blouse and skirt, her husband of seven years, Will, joined her. He was a broad-shouldered, strapping young man with sandy brown hair and a Tom Cruise smile. Secretly, I always thought my wife had the hots for him. He unzipped his trousers and it didn't take Jana long to unloose his erect dick. Its growing size was a true marvel.
"My, Will, Jana always said you had a big package,... she just didn't say how big!" jibbed Nikki.
Will seemed embarrassed by the comment, but his embarrassment didn't last long. Jana kneeled and began kissing and sucking his cock, the beginnings of a great live sex show for the rest of us. On the video screen, a muscular man stood poolside as a voluptuous vixen pulled down his shorts and began licking his dong.
