I never thought I’d be thankful for turbulence, but at least it’s keeping what I’m doing with his best friend hidden from my him.
My husband wants adventure and excitement, that’s why he got his pilot’s license. I would have been fine with that if he didn’t hide it and then try to sell it to me as a surprise. I’d have been even happier if he wasn’t cramming me into the back seat of this tiny plane onto the lap of his best friend.
The second we were in the air his supposed friend made it clear why he was so eager to be on this flight. He tried to excuse it away as unfortunate proximity, but he’s clearly not keeping his hands to himself.
It might have ended at that if turbulence didn’t give him the perfect cover. Because when the plane started shaking his hands and his moves became so much more forceful. His best friend isn’t hiding his intentions now, he’s blunt in his approach and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
I didn’t even want to get on this plane, but my husband made that choice for me. He makes all of these choices to satisfy his own selfish desires. Well what about what I need?
Right now I need this, I want it. Right now I want more than anything to let the man behind me have his way and let us both get what we want.
Thank god for turbulence, I guess, because things are about to get loud.
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Quentin closed his arms around me as a violent shudder ran through the plane, “Don’t worry. I got you.”
His words whispered in his ear and it felt good, to be frank, to have those strong arms wrapped around me. There was something reassuring about that, though it only really reassured me up until the point the plane shuddered and jumped up before plummeting back down a foot and slamming the two of us together even harder.
“Certainly feels like you do,” I hissed, “How can you even get a boner in a time like this? I mean, you’re fucking hard right now, Quentin.”
I turned my head to look at him, seeing him shrug a little as he tugged me a little closer.
“Not my first rodeo in a situation like this,” he said, “And I’ve always found the best thing to do is to find some way to pass the time.”
Quentin slipped his hands down, his arms no longer holding me but unlocked as his hands held my hips and pulled me down hard and deliberate into him. My mouth dropped open further in shock, but I can’t deny that might have been cover because the hard thickness of his manhood was barely disguised and covered as it pressed up through the thin layers we were wearing and pushed against my sex.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded of him, still keeping my voice low.
“I told you, just passing the time,” he said, moving my hips back and forth so that I was almost grinding on him now, “Nothing wrong with that, right?”
“Nothing wrong?” I wanted to laugh, “My husband, your best friend, is in the front seat. Did you just conveniently forget that?”
“See now that’s confusing to me,” he quipped, “Because right now all I’m doing is adjusting you to make you comfortable for me. You’re talking like I’m fucking you right now, but we’re still fully clothed and we’re exactly where your husband told us to be, doing just what he told us to do.
“So really you’re the only one who sees something wrong here. To me, that means you’re probably looking for something wrong to happen here. How about it Amelia? Are you looking to fuck your husband’s best friend? Because I think that would probably make you a terrible person, but I can’t say the idea isn’t exactly intriguing.”
I was going to respond, but the turbulence rocked us once more and I found it hard to find words. Because the shock of it was so sudden that I think Quentin did genuinely pull me into him to keep me from tumbling away. But in the process it hit me, his cock hit me, just right.
The head of him pressed up through his shorts and pushed against my bikini bottoms. It thrust up just enough that the thin fabric was barely a barrier, and for a single shuddering instant I could feel the unmistakable sensation of being barely penetrated. Just the tip of him slipping inside of me.
And I didn’t stop it. I didn’t cry out in shock. I didn’t push back or confess it to Patrick.
Instead all I did was moan, and that made me rethink everything.