Flights of Fancy


A deep cry pulled Linda’s attention to the other side of the plane. Two men sat next to each other. A dark-skinned girl sat astride one, hips bucking frantically as she rode him. The other licked her bare nipples and played with her asshole.

She looked at her husband, but his gazed was fixed on the threesome. His hand caressed the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Eric.”

“Hmm?” He didn’t look at her, but rubbed his erection harder as the girl humped her partner more vigorously.

“Eric!” She grabbed him until he turned to face her. “What the hell are we going to do?”

He reached for her. “When in Rome…”

She swatted his hand away. “Stop it. Where’s our stewardess? She’s got to know about this.”

Eric peered into the aisle. “I could be wrong, but I think that’s her four aisles up. And I think she knows.”