Sharing Her Warmth at 10,000 Feet

Whenever we go anywhere outside of the house, my wife Cassidy is always cold and I'm usually hot. Most often at movie theaters, restaurants, in hotel rooms and on planes. All four of which we frequent when we travel. As a result, I usually try to bring along a small travel blanket in my carry-on backpack that she can use. It's not much, but it helps and she appreciates the thoughtfulness.

When we go to Vegas, which is often, Cassidy loves to dress the part. On our most recent trip she wore a red crop top that came up barely above her 36DD tits that was held up by a thin string tied around her neck. Normally any time we're out in public, her blonde hair, good looks, and huge rack assures she gets lots of stares and head turns, but when she wears this top, that number usually triples. Today was no exception.

Our flight to Vegas was almost full with only a couple of empty seats. I thought we were going to get lucky and have one of those, but at the last second a young man in his early twenties took the seat on the aisle right next to my wife. He gave Cassidy a triple-take, but then his headphones quickly went on and he seemed in his own world. Cassidy was getting caught up on some reading for work with her own headphones on so I imagined it would be an uneventful flight.

Shortly after takeoff, she started stroking my cock through my jeans, almost absent-mindedly. I was hard within a minute and she leaned over and whispered to me, "the last time I did this, it wasn't your cock." Two days earlier she had met someone for a first date and the date went incredibly well. But that's a different story for another time. Suffice it to say her reminder of what had happened less than 48 hours earlier caused my erection to test the bursting strength of the jeans I was wearing. She backed off once she could tell I was fully erect and returned to her reading. I had some work of my own to attend to and knew there was nothing she or I could do about my erection on a full flight so I concentrated on work as well.

Unfortunately, I had downed about a gallon of iced tea while waiting to board the plane, so as soon as my erection subsided, my bladder started screaming for attention. Immediately after the "fasten seat belts" sign was off, I was up like a bolt from my window seat to the bathroom. There was already a line by the time I got there, but if was past the point of no return. It had been a good 10 or 15 minutes by the time I got back to my seat.

When I returned, I saw that our last-minute row buddy and my wife were talking and comparing playlists. I apologized for needing to get by and settled back in my window seat. Once I took my seat I noticed that Cassidy had taken advantage of letting me back in to reposition herself to where her legs and arms were brushing against his. The armrest that had been down on his side was now up and the one that had been up on my side was now down. Her head was also tilted more towards the aisle than the window and I knew from experience what that meant.

Cassidy is a very friendly and physical person in general and makes frequent contact when she talks one on one with any person. As she leaned in to compare playlists more I couldn't help but notice her lightly stroking his arm and her leg moving ever so slightly up and down next to his. I also couldn't help but notice him taking full advantage of the better view of her tits every time she leaned in.

It made me hot for sure, but like I said, it was a full flight so nothing could really happen and I just enjoyed it for the harmless flirting it was. In fact, I had been on a 6am conference call that morning for work so after about 20 minutes, I drifted off.

I don't know how long I had been asleep when I felt a nudge from Cassidy. "Honey, I'm sorry to wake you up, but I'm cold. Would you mind getting me the blanket." I actually felt warm myself, but as I mentioned earlier, it's not unusual for Cassidy and I to be on opposite ends of the spectrum there so I thought nothing of it. I grabbed my backpack from under the seat in front of me, got out the blanket and handed it to her. "Thanks, honey. You can go back to sleep now and I won't bother you again."

I closed my eyes and started to drift again when I barely heard Cassidy say, "Don't worry. He'll be out again in five minutes." Cassidy knows I can't hear half of what she says normally so I took this as a signal that she purposely said it loud enough for me to hear and expected me to play along.

It was hard to watch and pretend to be asleep, but I noticed that slowly and surely the blanket that started out covering Cassidy's lap had crept up to the point that it draped her from neck to knees. She had her seat all the way back and was slouched down in it to create as much recline as possible. Her new friend was now turned completely into our row with his right hand under the blanket. I was rock hard once again. Suddenly Cassidy grabbed my cock firmly with her left had and as she did used her right hand to reposition her hair. It was obvious she had done this so I could see that her top was untied and the strings were nowhere in sight.

It was clear now that her new friend no longer cared if I was asleep or not. I felt his hand bump into my side periodically as he massaged my wife's left breast. He probably assumed that if my wife had let him get this far, me being asleep or awake didn't matter. He was correct.

After what seemed to be an hour of him playing with my wife's tits, his hand went south. She had worn a skirt that barely went past her knees and when I looked down I realized I could no longer see the bottom of it. You could tell from the bulge under the blanket that she had pulled it up around her hips to give some extra cover for our aisle mate pleasuring her with his fingers.

Normally, it's very obvious when Cassidy cums as she is very loud and vocal. That didn't happen this time, but being someone who has watched a number of different men make her cum over the past few years, it was obvious to me when it happened. Her legs stiffened completely and her head tilted back as her mouth opened ever so slightly with the tiniest of gasps escaping. She must have been very turned on by the time he went to work on her clit because she came less than five minutes after he left her tits.

Having reached a climax she relaxed in her seat for just a minute before making a big show of "waking me up" again. "Honey, Brad here has never been to Vegas before so I told him you'd give him your window seat so he could see the Strip as we land. I hope you don't mind." I knew I had no choice in the matter, and, as a matter of fact, was massively erect at what had just happened. "What Cassidy says goes," I said with a laugh and stood up. He shot me a grin that let me know he knew exactly what I meant. As we switched seats, the scent of my wife on his hand hung in the air and I almost shot my load right then and there.

After we had all sat back down, Cassidy dropped all pretense of being cold and carefully positioned the blanket on Brad's lap. She then leaned way over to peer out his window and show him the sites. We were still 30 minutes away from Vegas so she was pointing out various features of the landscape and making shit up wildly. All the while with her right hand under the blanket slowly stroking his cock.

As her strokes picked up speed, her descriptions of the landscape stopped entirely. Then I watched in shock as his hand went straight to my wife's tits and he began to fondle them openly. Her top was back in place now, but it was still an incredible site to watch this man who had been a stranger just hours ago, openly fondle my wife's tits in public. She was leaned across his seat in such a way that only a few people could see but it still had me so turned on that I could feel my fully erect cock leaking into my pants.

His hands clearly had the same effect on Cassidy as she began quickening her strokes and kissing his neck. I don't know if it was the full force at which she was now stroking him, her lips on his skin, or the two hour build up to that moment, but Brad exploded with an orgasm, lifting completely off the seat and grunting loud enough to turn several heads. The attention had no effect on Cassidy as I saw her stick her tongue in his ear and not slow down a beat with her hand. Brad, however, became stone cold silent and stiff though I knew he was still shooting his cum all over my wife's fingers and hand.

Cassidy slowed her pace considerably and started to rub his shoulders and arm gently with her free hand. She handed him all of the spare napkins she had surreptitiously stashed earlier and told him she hoped he would always remember his first flight to Vegas.

Cassidy then turned to me, and said, "I'm sorry that I was so distracted I haven't given you the attention you deserve. Let me see if I can make it up to you." Her hand emerged from the blanket for the first time and immediately went up near my face as she leaned in to kiss me. As I opened my mouth to kiss her, both her tongue and her cum-covered fingers found their way inside my mouth. She kept feeding me her fingers until I had licked them clean and exploded a gallon of cum inside my jeans. She lightly traced the growing dark spot my cum had made and said, "It looks like I was able to make it up to you after all. I'm glad you approve." Then she added, "We haven't even landed yet, we have five full days here, and this was just the warm-up act. I hope you're ready."