Thanks to Iris_Untangled for editing. You're wonderful!
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It took a few minutes for the awkward vibe in the car to dissipate, but soon the girls were chatting nonstop the entire way to the airport. With the music playing, I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but judging from the looks on their faces and frequent giggling, it was clear they were talking about me. I silently hoped they were talking about how delicious my cock was, but realized quickly how insane I was being. That was my wife and her niece back there!
Even during check-in and the whole way through customs, Chloe and Lisa kept talking, acting like nothing unsual had happened, like our lives hadn't been changed forever. They wanted to hit up the duty-free shops and I had no desire to tag along, so I grabbed a cup of coffee and settled in at the gate. I checked some emails and read a little bit on my phone, admittedly wondering what the girls were up to. When they joined me at the gate with devious smiles on their faces, my curiosity intensified dramatically.
We shuffled down the aisle to our row, where I took the window seat, Lisa sat down next to me, and Chloe took the aisle seat. Lisa seemed nervous, even a little jumpy, but with everything that had happened the past few weeks, I figured she just needed some rest and relaxation. The cabin crew did their little show-and-tell, the girls kept the conversation flowing, and I read a few pages in my spy novel. Everything was status quo until 40 minutes after take-off.
Once the cabin crew completed their service, the lights dimmed and the in-flight movie started to play. I was a little sleepy and contemplated closing my eyes for a bit - with the way things had been going the past few weeks, I should probably rest up while I could. But then I noticed Lisa and Chloe looking over at me and whispering softly, wicked grins spreading across their beautiful faces.
Lisa's hand snaked across the arm rest between our seats and found its way between my legs, cupping my crotch and sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I was startled by her audacity, and I dropped my book on the seat; she was looking directly at Chloe, who glanced briefly at me, smiled, and averted her gaze.
Lisa's fingers knew exactly what to do. She massaged, stroked, and kneaded my growing cock until she was rewarded with a raging hard-on, then slowly unbuttoned my jeans and lowered my zipper. Without taking her eyes off Chloe, she reached inside my boxers and pulled out my massive erection, never once giving me the satisfaction of her undivided attention.
Even so, her hand felt amazing on my throbbing pole, she's always been a master at handling dick. But then a flight attendant started coming down the aisle towards us and Lisa pulled her hand away, unceremoniously dropping my needy cock in my lap. Thank god I had the book close-by to cover myself up.
When the coast was clear, Lisa resumed stroking my dick, seductively sliding her hand up and down my rigid shaft. She was in no rush, despite the obvious risk of giving me a handjob right there on the plane, and kept her gaze locked on Chloe instead of me. Chloe, on the other hand, was transfixed on the spectacle - she couldn't take her eyes off my cock in Lisa's hand, precum collecting on the tip as she pumped it rhythmically under the soft cabin lights.
For what seemed like an eternity, Lisa's delicate hand worked my big dick. When anyone walked by, she would discretely slide the book over my lap, covering her dirty little act before anyone else could see. It was fucking hot, and before I knew it, I was shuddering in my seat.
Lisa knew exactly what was happening and looked at me for the first time since she openly had started jacking my cock on the crowded plane. She whispered, "Gonna cum?"and I nodded fiercely. She glanced around the cabin to make sure we wouldn't be interrupted, then grabbed her shirt and bra with her fingers and revealed her big, naked tits in one fluid motion.
I exploded instantly, almost violently, erupting all over Lisa's hand, my jeans, the back of the seat in front of me, the floor...all while drooling over my wife's exposed rack. Chloe had leaned in close for a better view, the smile on her pretty face in juxtaposition to the lewd scene playing out before her.
As the last drops of cum dripped out and my balls were empty, Lisa released my cock, wiped her hand on her seat, and readjusted her clothes. I thought I spied a satisfied grin on her face as I stuffed my dick back in my pants - she's always loved making me cream like a wild man and clean it all up myself. I used my hankie to wipe the cum off, well, just about everything, and shoved the soggy wad into the seat pocket in front of me.
You'd never know my wife had just jacked me off mid-flight, in front of her very own niece, because without skipping a beat, the girls resumed yapping and laughing like it had never happened. I closed my eyes and counted my blessings - what did I do to deserve such a beautiful, slutty, open-minded wife?
The post-orgasm nap was just what I needed, followed by a lunch that wasn't half-bad for airline food, then coffee, tea, and the second in-flight movie. Halfway into the film, Chloe excused herself and went to the bathroom, so I took the opportunity to lean over and cup my wife's glorious tits in my hands. She smiled and let me, of course. We kissed and touched each other playfully until Chloe got back, and to my surprise, Lisa scooted over to the aisle seat without the slightest hesitation, and Chloe slid in between us.
When Chloe began unzipping my jeans with both hands, I realized this shift in positon had been planned all along. I looked over at Lisa for approval, still unsure about the boundaries of our unconventional situation, but her smiling face made it clear she didn't mind a bit what her niece was doing. Chloe grasped my cock and stroked it up and down, her right hand moving fluidly over my swelling shaft. It didn't take long; she had me throbbing in just a few minutes.
There was no talking this time - I don't know what she would have said anyway. They both just looked at me while Chloe did her thing. Her hands were masterful, not at all what you would expect from a 23-year-old girl, so it came as a complete surprise when she suddenly dropped my cock, lifted her ass, and yanked her little red skirt down to her feet.
Her silky, shimmering stockings now exposed, Chloe wrapped her hand around my dick again and started fisting it roughly. The motion of her tiny fist was a blur as my balls began to churn, but the ecstasy paused abruptly again when she released me to peel her stockings down to her knees. It went like this again and again - she would fist my fat cock until I was on the edge, then drop my meat to remove something else.
She pulled her panties down to her knees, jacked me a little more, then pushed them down to her feet with her stockings and jacked me even harder. My cock was throbbing so hard I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, and when I was suddenly gawking at her naked cunt, I knew I was going to explode.
Chloe must have known it, too, but she was clearly channeling her inner slut today, so with a wicked grin, she jerked her white top up and exposed her gorgeous tits. I was deliriously horny, I freely admit it, and I wrapped my right hand around my pulsing cock, pushed Chloe's hand out of the way, and jacked off like a wild man, much to the girls' delight.
Without missing a beat, Chloe leaned back against Lisa with a sly smile, pushing out her chest and giving me a big, beautiful target. Lisa grabbed Chloe's shoulders in anticipation and watched eagerly as I arched my back with a muted groan, my dick convulsing in my hand. God, I needed this release.
Jets of cum shot out in rapid fire, splattering all over Chloe's exquisite, slutty body. I covered her tummy and tits, then beat my meat until the last droplets of spunk landed on her shirt, legs, and that perfect cunt. I even managed to get some on my wife's hands and Chloe's face!
