I don't like flying, I really don't.
Wine usually helps but it was 8 in the morning and I am not really used to drinking that early.
John waved at the pretty flight attendant and asked for two bottles of white wine.
"Honey, it doesn't matter what time it is, you are scared."
John is my husband, he is a lot older than me, 20 years older to be exact. But I am rushing ahead, you have no idea who I am.
My name is Jenny, I am 25 years old and live in the Midwest. I have been married for four years to John, who is 45, tall, and very handsome.
I am smaller, 5'5, and a redhead, one of those whose hair looks like it is almost always on fire. Right now I have a shorter messier haircut, it ends just under my ears. My eyes are green and yes, you guessed it, I have pretty pale skin and some freckles. My body is slim, I have a pretty small ass and 32C tits.
The bottles came and I think I drank the first bottle way too fast because when the flight attendant passed us on her way back it was already empty.
What the hell, I opened the other one and poured myself a glass. Me and John were on a plane to go to the UK and visit my sister Lucie. She has lived since some time back over there and we did not see each other even close to as much as I wanted to. I really missed her, and John had, and this I am ashamed of, had only met her once. That on the other hand was at our wedding and she wore, I don't know how to put this, but let's say she got more looks than me the bride.
Lucie is one year older than me and the same height as me, but she got the ass and the tits. She is absolutely stunning and everyone that meets her falls in love right away. Lucie has bleached blonde hair, gorgeous sparkly eyes, and a pair of perfect 36DD that she loves to show off. I know John got instantly hard when he saw her walking into the church, and I don't blame him. It was white, tight, and short and showed off those glorious tits perfectly. She told me after that she brought two of the groomsmen back to her hotel room, I asked for details but she just smiled at me.
Brat!
Me and Lucie had always been close and could pretty much talk about everything, but she had been gone for a couple of years now and I felt like we had slipped apart and that made me sad. I know she had a girlfriend and she had sent me photos of a beautiful woman her age and I would love to meet her. But Lucie had told me that sadly she was out of town when we were there.
Suddenly the other bottle was empty and it looked like we were on our way, I was sleepy, anxious, and horny. Wine always did that to me.
But John had his eyemask on and was sleeping next to me and I didn't feel like paying for wi-fi on the plane just to look at porn.
What the hell, I opened John's fly and stuck my hand in. He was soft and as usual, his cock was laying down on the left side of his pant leg. John was hung, to be perfectly honest he was too big for me, but I had gotten used to it, it took a while, and now I loved all of his 8 inches. I started stroking him, and just like I knew would happen, his cock woke up way before him. He quickly got rock hard and I took a blanket from the pocket in front of me and put it over his lap while I slowly stroked him.
"Honey, not here," John was awake and looking sleepily at me.
"Ok, let's go the bathroom then," I still stroked him and he desperately tried to wake up.
John fought to get his massive cock back in his pants in the small seat and stood up.
"Let me at least go in first," he squeezed out and walked to the restroom. I waited until the red light was on before I stood up and walked in after him.
I knocked on the door and John opened and I pressed myself in.
This was a bad idea. I could tell right away. John is 6'3 and works out. The restroom was already full, there was no room for me.
Like at all.
John's head was slightly bent and he had his elbow in the sink. The restroom didn't smell great either. But I was horny and I needed his cock.
Right now.
I unbuttoned his pants and while trying to negotiate in the small space hit my knee really bad on the toilet seat. And my back loudly hit the door. John leaned down to kiss me and butted his head on the lower part of the ceiling where you are not supposed to have your head.
"How do people do this?" I asked irritated, and freed John's cock. He mumbled something while trying to get comfortable in there. I pressed my back against the door and with the help of that slid down until my face was right in front of his cock. I opened my mouth and let him slide it in between my lips. There was no talking about me actually sucking him, the door stopped any movement my head could do, so John started thrusting in my mouth and my head loudly hit the door with every thrust.
"This is not working", I could tell John was irritated but he was also very turned on so I stood up again and we tried to turn around while hugging each other. I bent so my head and tits were in the sink and John hiked up my dress and pushed his cock in my pussy. There was no time room or patience for doing this nice and slow. He started pounding right away and I had a soap dispenser poking me in the eye and tried to move my head to get out of the way, but instead managed to get all the towels to tumble out in my face. The whole time John fucked my cunt like it was the last time he would ever get the chance.
We were making a whole racket in there and I was starting to get way too aware of how it must sound to the people next to the restroom. John pulled up my dress all the way and slid his thumb into my asshole and I was so close to cumming now. I wanted his cum in my mouth but there was no way to make that happen without opening the door and turning around. I could feel John tensing and starting to shoot load after load into my cunt.
I shoved my fist in my mouth and bit down on my knuckles so as to not make too much of a sound and then with shaky legs came in the tight restroom. John pulled out his cock and buttoned his pants, I fixed my dress and tried to make my hair look normal. We opened the door and with our eyes on the floor made it to our seats.
The whole walk there I could feel John's cum slowly running down both my legs, he had really filled me.
We landed a few hours later, I was hungover, tired, and in desperate need of a shower. John's cum had dried on my legs and my dress needed to be washed.
As soon as we landed and I turned on my phone I quickly got three messages from Lucie. Typically sis.
