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“How beautiful you are,” I tell her honestly. “And how much I’d like to be able to see what’s underneath that dress of yours.”
Marika’s eyes widen, a small breath hitching in her throat, and I wonder if she desires me as much as I want her. It’s occurred to me that this could all be for show—how easily she’s come to bed with me, how quickly she’s acquiesced to all of my desires, her eagerness to go down on her knees for me earlier today—but what shecan’tfake is how wet she’s been, every time. All I’ve had to do is touch my wife’s pussy, and I know that at least some of it must be real.
The thought hardens my cock instantly, and I look at her, letting her see it in my gaze. There’s a bedroom at the back of the jet, but I’m not inclined to bother with it.If I can’t fuck my wife out in the open on my own private jet, then what’s the point, really?
“Come sit on my lap,” I tell her quietly, and I see her eyes go round. “Now, lass,” I add, with a firmness that I haven’t used with her before, and I wonder how she’ll react to it. If she’ll be put off by it and do it anyway, if she’ll argue with me—or if she’ll enjoy it.
Marika hesitates for just a moment, and then slowly, she stands up and moves towards me.
“Someone will see,” she whispers, as I reach for her, sliding her dress up her thighs.
“That’s fine.” I pull her forward, tugging sharply at her so that she stumbles forward into my lap, facing me. “They all answer to me. This is my jet. If I want to fuck my wife like this—” I press my hands against her hips, pulling her down sharply, so she feels my hard cock between her thighs. I’m rewarded with her quick gasp, and I feel myself throb. “—then I will. That’s what it means to have power, Marika.” I reach up, pushing a lock of blonde hair out of her face, pressing my thumb against her lower lip. “I do what I like. If I ask, it is a courtesy.”
“Even with me?” she whispers, and I can hear a tremor in her voice.
“No,” I tell her softly, my hand sliding into her hair as I adjust her so she’s sitting fully across my lap, and I reach between us for the zipper of my suit trousers. “When I ask you, Marika, I mean it.”
I wait for her to protest, to tell me that in that case, she objects to being fucked out in the open like this, where anyone could walk by. Where the pilot could come out, or a flight attendant, or one of the security team, see us like this, and know I’m inside of her. Where they might hear her come for me. Where they might look at her later, and imagine that she’s still full of my cum, soaking into her panties.
That, of course, is the point.
That possessiveness that she makes me feel is still there, lingering very close to the surface. I want to fuck her where anyone could see or hear, where they’ll know that she’smine. Mine to fuck, mine to please, mine to fill. Mine and only mine.
I haven’t been able to fight it, and at this point, I’m not sure that I want to.
She doesn’t protest. Not when I slip my cock out of my trousers, the hard length beneath her skirt, between her legs. Not when I tug her panties sharply to one side, pulling her down onto my cock with one hand, letting out a low groan of pleasure as I feel her wet heat start to envelop my sensitive tip. She feels so fucking good, so tight, squeezing around me as I adjust her so that she’s sliding down one inch at a time, and she braces her hands on my shoulders, breathing in small, quick breaths that tell me it feels as good for her as it does for me.
“If I told you no right now,” she whispers suddenly, “would you stop?”
The question startles me. But I think I understand why she’s asking, and I pause despite the effort of it, my cock half-buried inside of her already.
“Yes,” I tell her honestly, and I mean it.
“Why?” The way she asks the question tears at something in my chest. I realize that it’s not what she expected from a marriage. Fromme. And it makes me feel all the more determined to prove to her otherwise.
“Because you were given to me to protect,” I tell her, the words coming out a little strangled from the effort of keeping myself still, half inside her wet, tight heat. “And that’s what I will do, Marika. Even if it’s difficult for me.”
She swallows hard, and spreads her legs a little wider, sinking down onto my cock.
The sensation of it makes me nearly groantooloudly. My hands dig into her hips, her dress riding up nearly to her ass, and I slide my hands around to grip her, making sure she’s covered enough that no one who walks by will get an accidental eyeful. I might like the idea of the other occupants of the plane knowing that my wife is getting fucked by me, but onlyIget to enjoy the sight of her sweet pussy.
“Fuck,Marika—” I squeeze her ass as she rolls her hips against me, a little inexpertly. “God, you feel so good—” She tightens around me, sliding up and down a little, and I feel my cock swell and throb inside of her, the pleasure almosttoomuch.
I slip my hand between us, one hand still keeping her dress down, sliding my fingers over her clit. I feel her hips move against me, a low, shuddering breath coming from her as her head drops down, her back arched as she grinds in my lap, seemingly forgetting where we are at the combined pleasure of my fingers on her clit and my cock buried inside of her.
“Dirty girl,” I murmur into her ear. “You like being shown off like this, don’t you? The idea that anyone could see? That they might see your face and know just how much you’re enjoying being filled up by my thick cock?” I arch my hips upwards, pushing deeper, emphasizing the words as I say them. Marika lets out a keening whimper of pleasure, writhing atop me as I rub her clit faster.
“Don’t keep quiet when you come,” I warn her. “I want to hear you moan and beg. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you come. I want you bouncing on my fucking dick,god—” She shifts her hips again, sliding up and down a little more, rocking forward against me, and the sensation is so fucking good that it’s almost too much for a moment again. Everything about this is turning me on more than I could ever have imagined, and I want it to last as much as I want to come inside of her.
I hear some noise from further down the jet, but I don’t care. We could have a whole fucking audience right now, and I wouldn’t care. In fact, I think it might turn me on more. I’ve never been one to think I’d get off on being watched, but the idea sounds so fucking good right now that it’s hard to hold back my orgasm—that, and how good Marika feels tightening around me.
She’s close to coming. I can feel it in the quick, sharp jerks of her hips, the way she squirms and grinds down on me, and the small gasps that she lets out as I find the rhythm that I know she likes. I don’t need to see the expression on her face to know what it is, to know that her full, bow-shaped lips are parted on a moan, her eyes are closed, and her face taut with her pleasure. Her hands are clutching my shoulders, and with every movement of her body against me, I’m closer and closer to the edge, feeling as if I haven’t come in weeks, and not as if I came twice just a few hours ago. And what drives me even more insane, heightens the pleasure even more, is the memory playing over and over again in my head of her sliding down onto my cock herself,wantingme.
She’s so fucking wet that I’d have a hard time not slipping out of her, if not for the close, tight position that we’re in.
I could stay in her like this all fucking night.
I can’t remember the last time I’d stayed hard after climaxing, like I had earlier after she’d made me come with her mouth. I’m too old for that shit, too old for multiple orgasms or even fucking without a decent refractory period in between. At least, that’s what I told myself. That was for my twenties, not my forties.
