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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 tuzla escort 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!
Spent and satisfied, I slumped back in my seat and looked over at the girls. I wasn’t sure how they’d feel about the disgusting mess I’d made all over them and our seats, but their faces were blissful, no annoyance at my lewd behavior to be seen.
I thought our little tryst was over, that the girls would want a break in the action, but to my shock, Lisa’s hands slid down Chloe’s shoulders to her shirt, dragging the flimsy material through the huge load I had just dumped all over her. Chloe squirmed and moaned, visibly aroused, as my wife groped and massaged her niece’s big tits through her soaking white top.
It was unbelievably hot, I could not take my eyes off them – Lisa’s fingers kneading Chloe’s firm breasts, working my sperm into her flesh, completely ruining her shirt in the process. Chloe’s delicious, erect nipples stood out like pebbles through the soggy fabric, and Lisa couldn’t resist them. She pinched and tugged gently as Chloe writhed in approval of my wife’s touch.
When she couldn’t take any more, Chloe pushed Lisa’s hands away, pulled up her panties, stockings, and skirt, and briefly glanced at her cum-soaked top. It was a lost cause, and she knew it, so she simply ignored it and settled back into her seat. When the girls started talking again, as if nothing unusual had just happened, I closed my eyes and managed to hide my smile. This was going to be a very interesting city trip!
We touched down in Rome a few hours later and took a cab to the hotel. My mind wandered a bit on the ride over, thinking the girls might get a little handsy in the car, so I was mildly disappointed when they were on their best behavior the entire time. As we checked in with the front desk, the clerk apologized there were no adjacent rooms available, and the best they could do was two rooms on the same floor, but in different wings of the hotel. At the time, I didn’t tuzla escort bayan see a problem; I assumed Lisa and I would take one room, and Chloe would take the other. The girls, as it turned out, had other plans.
Upon reaching our room, my wife opened the door with her keycard and, to my surprise, Chloe followed right behind her. As I started to walk in after them, Chloe turned and blocked my path, leaned in close, and whispered, “Wyatt, would you mind giving us girls a little privacy?”
A little taken aback but not terribly alarmed, I replied, “Sure, no problem,” as I noticed Lisa unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them to the floor. “I’ll…uh…just check out the other room,” I stammered. Chloe handed me her keycard with a wink.
“Good idea,” she whispered, her hand reaching for the door. As it slowly closed, I saw my wife take off her panties, sit down on the bed, and open her legs wide in anticipation.
Of course I wanted to stay and play, or even just watch the delicious scene unfolding in that room, but I wasn’t about to upset the hot new dynamic we had going on, and if Lisa and Chloe needed some alone time, I was going to give it to them. I walked towards the second room and opened the door with the keycard Chloe had given me.
I thought of jacking off, but wasn’t sure how long the girls would be doing…whatever they were doing so I decided against it. As a matter of fact, I made a mental note not to jack off for the duration of this trip. With two gorgeous – and obviously willing – women at my fingertips, I wanted to be ready to perform 24/7.
Once that decision had been made, however, there wasn’t a whole lot to do. I watched some TV, toyed with my phone, and read some brochures about Rome. After twenty minutes, I had lost interest in all those things and started getting bored, so I set out to explore the hotel. I thought about texting the girls to let them know where I was, but I didn’t want to do anything that would disrupt their “experience,” so I decided against it.
After walking around the hotel for a while, I ended up in the bar. It was mostly empty, besides a few young couples and a smokingly hot red-head, so I sat down a few seats away from her. She was wearing the tightest white jeans I had ever seen, there was no way she had panties on underneath, and her sizable tits strained against the buttons of her black silk shirt. I tried to keep my eyes on my drink, thinking about the absolute knockouts back in my room, but there was no fooling my growing cock.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and ordered another drink, my mind betraying me with thoughts of bending her over the bar and fucking her wild and fast. Her creamy skin under my hands, the velvet warmth of her pussy gripping my cock, the force of my sperm shooting deep into her cunt…I would have excused myself to clear my head if I could have gotten up without anyone noticing the massive bulge in my pants, but there was no way.
Thankfully, my phone buzzed to shake me from my mind fuck – it was Lisa, wondering where I was. I typed, “Downstairs in the bar, want me to come up?”
“No, we’re coming to you,” she replied. I was so relieved, and more than ready to see them both. I waited a few minutes, then moved over to a secluded table in the back. By the time they walked into the bar, the red-head was gone and my dick had settled back to a respectable state.
The girls truly were a vision: Lisa, in a white, knee-length summer dress, and Chloe in a dangerously short red, leather skirt and black top. They walked over to my table and sat down, barely able to hide their smiles.
“So…” I asked softly, “…did you girls have a good time?”
Lisa batted her eyelashes as she brushed her hair behind her ear, then looked up at me, nodded, and whispered, “It was wonderful!”
I glanced over at Chloe, hoping to get more details out of her, but she only offered, “Same here, it was…surreal!”
“Okay, kiss and don’t tell…I got it,” I smiled, not wanting to push it. Instead, I changed the subject. “So, what now?” I asked. “You girls want a drink?”
We ordered a round of cocktails and discussed what to do for dinner. There were two restaurants in the hotel, which could be beneficial if things got hot and heavy and we needed a quick escape back to the room, but we didn’t travel all this way to be cooped up in the hotel, so we decided on one of the Piazzas instead. We finished the last of our drinks and headed back to our rooms to freshen up for the night to come.
Alone in our room for the first time in what seemed like forever, I turned and looked at my beautiful wife. Her lips turned up in the sweetest smile, she snuggled into my arms and wrapped hers around me tightly.
“You okay?” I asked, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
“I’m more than okay.” she sighed, looking up at me happily. She took a step back and whispered, “Sit on the bed.” I backed up slowly and sat down as requested, watching intently as Lisa unbuttoned her dress.
“Thank escort tuzla you,” she said softly, the last button undone and her dress falling open. Her delicate lace bra came into view, barely containing her luscious tits. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, but I managed to ask her, “For what?”
“For not trying to force your way in between Chloe and me…and for not asking a million questions.” She slid her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“I do have some, you know,” I said absentmindedly, focusing instead on my wife’s graceful fingers unclasping the tiny hooks of her bra. She lowered each strap until her beautiful breasts were freed, then tossed her bra to the floor with her dress. I was eye-level with her perfect pink nipples and my cock twitched in my pants.
“I’ll bet. And maybe I’ll tell you all about it sometime. But right now, I am going to suck that fat cock of yours.” She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and pulled them all the way down, then sank to her knees and began licking and sucking my hard dick.
I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes; my wife really was a masterful cocksucker. My mind started to wander, and I pictured Lisa and Chloe together, doing all sorts of naughty and kinky things…eating each other’s dripping pussies, making out while I slowly fucked them, smearing my fresh cum between their tits…
My mind snapped back to attention when I realized my balls were churning and I was about to cum. Lisa caught on as well, and briefly took my cock out of her mouth.
“Sit up,” she instructed, “I want you to see this!” I did as I was told and looked down to see my wife slobbering all over my thick pole. Timing it to perfection, she slid off my throbbing cock and wrapped her hand around it, aiming the tip directly at her face.
Realizing what she was about to do, I whispered, “Oh god!” Facials were usually reserved for special occasions, so you can imagine what a wonderful surprise this was.
The first jet hit her nose, mouth, and chin, then she adjusted her aim so the next blasts splattered against her rosy cheek. She moved in closer to catch the last dribbles of my cum, wiping the tip all over her pretty face. By the time my balls were completely empty, her whole face was glistening like an absolute slut. I loved it!
Lisa wasn’t done. Her eyes still locked on mine, she engulfed my shrinking dick in her warm, eager mouth, sucking and nursing on it tenderly. She played with my balls, kissed and licked the insides of my thighs, and teased my asshole with her delicate fingers. I completely lost track of time, fully immersed in the sensations my wife was lavishing upon me, until a knock at the door broke the spell.
“It’s me!” Chloe said from the other side.
Lisa gave my cock one last, sloppy kiss and rose to her feet. But instead of going to the bathroom to clean my cum off her face as I expected, she walked straight to the door and opened it.
“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Chloe asked, surprised.
“That’s okay,” Lisa replied with a smile. “Wyatt already came.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Chloe giggled. “Go and clean up, you little slut!”
I sat up and gave Lisa a playful slap on her naked butt cheek as she passed by on her way to the bathroom. She gave a little yelp and Chloe laughed again, both of us watching Lisa’s naked form disappear into bathroom.
“So, where are we going next?” Chloe asked, watching me stuff my flaccid cock back in my pants. I zipped up and opened my mouth to reply, but Lisa beat me to it.
“I figured we could start with Piazza Navona,” she called from the bathroom. “Supposed to be the best pizza in Rome.”
“Sounds good to me,” Chloe shrugged.
“Piazza Navona it is then,” I said happily.
We set out for the piazza, only about a 15-minute walk from our hotel. We explored every nook and cranny of the magnificent square, then stopped to watch the street artists do their thing. Every so often, I would notice Chloe standing very close to Lisa, or feel her hand graze my crotch as we walked through a tight space, but for the most part, we just hung out and chatted, taking it all in. It was our growing hunger that finally compelled us to choose a restaurant and sit down on the terrace overlooking the square.
We ordered some red wine by recommendation of the waiter, pored over the extensive menu until we finally settled on a pizza and sat back to enjoy the wait. The weather was lovely, the girls were in a great mood and we talked, laughed, and drank happily. A hawker selling red roses approached, stopping at every table for men to buy flowers for their ladies. I beckoned the guy over and put up two fingers, reaching for my wallet. Imagine his – and everyone else’s – surprise when I handed one rose to Lisa, then turned and handed the second one to Chloe.
As if the other patrons weren’t confused enough, the girls flashed each other a wicked smile and decided to put on a little show. Lisa leaned in and gave me a big, sensual kiss, openly thanking me for the rose. After she broke the kiss and settled back in her chair, Chloe moved in, catching me off guard when I realized she was going to kiss me as well.