The four of them laughed. They laughed uproariously, conspiratorially. They were like college chums who had known each other for years.
Not true, they’d only met today. The two married couples were seated together in the aircraft’s 3-4-3 seat configuration. Charles and Nicole, plus Prudence and Tom introduced themselves and found they had a few things in common.
The first couple were returning home to Miami from a vacation out west. They were fit enough to hike in Death Valley heat; were touristy enough to spend the whole day at the Grand Canyon; gullible enough to lose money in Las Vegas; educated enough to eschew the gaudy-grand ‘Vegas strip in favor of the museums. This forty-ish couple dressed smartly in designer clothes without being ostentatious. People-watchers might grade them down for being short, neither reaching the 5’10” / 5’3” mark. Charles made up for stature with a U.S.M.C. posture. Nicole’s silhouette showing pride in her tits and ass drew attention as well. They had matching blue eyes.
Prudence (aka Pru) and Tom were on their trip of a lifetime. It was obvious that Pru "outranked" her husband Thomas. She was a tad taller than his six-foot frame, moved with an air of self-independence and control over others. Both might have been athletes in times past, but were not in great shape. Neither was fat, but both showed the earliest of signs of too long in a sedentary lifestyle. Tom was probably the only non-airplane personnel to wear a tie. That habit came from his time teaching in a private school. As Pru and Tom would eventually reveal, she was the senior money-maker and he loved teaching, even in a lower-paying private school.
At first, the men had the outside seats. The wives chatted, never seeming to run out of topics during the long flight. At one point, the couples switched seats and the guys took the middle seats.
Tom offered to buy a round of drinks for the group during the first rearrangement.
To the steward, “Two gin and tonics for the ladies, and two scotch on the rocks for us.”
Charles replied, “I’ll get the next round. With the weather getting worse as we fly south, we might need some liquid courage.”
No one disagreed, especially when each quietly scanned their gadgets for south Florida weather updates.
Pru said, “We don’t need to check the data. Just look out the windows. We are already at 39,000 feet to get over those storms down there!”
The two guys sat side by side for a while. Charles was excited that Tom would want to see some of the pictures he’d taken on their journey. He swished through dozens of shots on his phone He described a shot only if Tom seemed interested in the territory or subject matter.
Charles said, “I majored in photo journalism in college.”
Tom replied, “No wonder these are so good. I took one class like that, in photography. The only thing I learned is the difference between a snapshot and a photograph.”
Charles agreed, saying “If you get that, the rest is easy!”
Then Tom blurted out, “Oops!”
Before Charles could move to another frame, there was a picture of wife, Nicole! Charles did not realize what was on that spool. Tom could not avoid seeing a shot of Nicole spread out on a bed, buck-naked; her head hung over the edge. Her larger-than-life tits tilted slightly to her sides, but sag they did not. Above her head, Tom saw Charles’s prodigious member half-way down the wife’s throat.
“Got any more?” Dick asked with a wink.
Charles was embarrassed, but recovered enough of his senses to shake his head, indicating no!
His face indicated, yes.
Charles could only offer the standard shrug, “What happens in ‘Vegas stays in ‘Vegas.”
Both guys were thankful their ladies missed the whole exchange.
Charles ended the male-centered awkwardness by saying, “I could stretch my legs a bit. Let us two guys sit at this end and you two women sit on the other side. It’s time for another cocktail. I’m buying this time.”
Two men sat on the starboard two seats; the ladies on the port side of the plane. Prudence agreed to the move.
She said, “I can’t carry on a conversation across these seats. Anyway, I want to learn more about Nicole’s business venture. If she is that good at managing start-ups for new franchisees, I need to pick her brain a bit more.”
Tom was dying to ask about the photographer, but smartly refrained. Charles was glad about that, but wondered what his new-found buddy thought about his well-built wife.
Charles was patient. He knew rides,either by plane, by train or by automobile, grants the riders opportunities to remain silent for long periods. Eventually, someone will pipe up and ask or answer a question posed miles ago.
Charles volunteered a private observation to Tom about the picture. “Nicole and I were in Vegas. There is a discreet photography service there. We took advantage of their services. The lady took almost a hundred pics. Of course, she surrendered the originals to us.”
With that, he unzipped a pocket in his jacket and brought forth a thumb drive. “This should keep us going for a while in bed.”
Tom whispered, “Not my business. But did your cameraman get to participate?”
Charles leaned in to say, “The shoot lasted two hours. Maybe so.”
On the starboard pair of seats, Nicole let it slip that her bonuses paid for most of their vacation. “I had a good time, but I relish the fact that, tonight, I’ll be sleeping in my own bed.”
Prudence nodded, “Ironic, isn’t it, that we are just starting our vacation and yours is ending.”
“Fellow travelers, anyway,” Nicole said.
Nicole went further, saying, “Here sit four people, two married couples and neither one has any children, yet.”
Charles overheard that remark and said, “Forget the ‘yet’ on our part. We are content to live life to the fullest, without having to take care of an infant. Prudence, do you guys plan on having children?”
Prudence threw in, “Call me Pru: I like that handle better than a long first name.”
In the course of their conversations, Charles revealed that a childhood illness had rendered him sterile. “It’s not a secret!”
Pru, by then, was sitting next to him.
She patted Charles on the knee and said, “I don’t know what you caught, but I must have caught it too. I am biologically incapable of conceiving.”
The alcohol enhanced their journey and the four shared more secrets.
Pru dropped a bombshell on Nicole. She whispered, “As a frisky seventeen-year-old, that knowledge freed me to play around with any guy I wanted. I could fuck a guy I wanted, with no fear of getting pregnant. Most guys would have been satisfied with a blowjob, but I never wanted to suck any dick. Still don’t!”
Nicole ruminated on that disclosure and finally said, “Sucking a dick is one of life’s greatest pleasures. For me, it means an act of love or sex that can get Charles off anytime.”
Wistfully, Nicole then said, “I am sorry that Charles doesn’t return the favor, though.”
By now, the two women were talking into each other’s ear. Pru said, “Tom is really good at eating my pussy. He could go for hours, if I let him. Most of the time, he knows exactly when to drag me over the edge by my clit.”
With the wives huddled together, Dick continued to probe Charles’s zip drive info.
He couldn’t resist prying, “So. Tell me about what’s on that drive.”
The guy-talk got graphic on the port side while girl-talk on the starboard side became raunchier.
Consensus was that things had gone far enough. Tom gave a noncommittal inquiry to a detail and Charles gave a non-answer.
Once in a while, gallows humor floated through the cabin, as the plane continued to bounce and yaw. The FASTEN YOUR SEATBELT sign kept coming on and going off.
Pru artfully suggested they switch seats one more time, “I’ll get the next round. Anyone else want a change of scenery?”
For the final hour leg, Pru sat next to her new friend, Charles. He tried a lame joke, asking her, “Well. Are you a prude?”
Tom cut across the group and said, “Absolutely not! We live life as we wish.”
What Tom wanted to say was, You two aren’t the only sexually adventuresome couple. I bet Pru would go for something like bringing in a photographer, if I suggested it at the right time!
Pru turned the tables on Charles, asking “Well. Just how open-minded are you? I wonder what tricks you have up your sleeve? Tell me something you do and something you don’t.”
Pru leaned in and asked, “Are you that big or not?”
Nicole leaned in so that only Tom could hear, “Pru already told me the truth.”
The situation outside got worse. Their airplane was experiencing severe turbulence in the atmosphere and in the plane's middle four seats of Row 34.
Charles was more excited than shy about revealing the scene of Nicole deepthroating him, on camera. “I just have to time what happened in Vegas carefully. Nicole might get pissed.”
Pru knew Charles never got his dick sucked. Nobody knew she had fucked men with dicks as long as her arm, thick as her wrist since Twelfth Grade. Tom always knew his nickname ,Mr. Big was appropriate. Each had a unique talent coupled with a need for some sex act that was missing from their marriage.
The pilot came on the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen. We have good news and bad news. The severe thunderstorm warnings have been lifted around the airport. But we will still have a bumpy ride. We will be taking a short detour and will land safely in about thirty minutes. Damage around the airport is serious. Because of the downed trees and powerlines, once we land and you deplane, you will be pretty-much on your own. I hear that many flights have been cancelled or delayed. Check with the service desk for the latest information. Exit highways from the airport are all closed, due to wind, flooding, knocked down trees and lots of powerline outages.
Nicole’s outburst, “Oh shit, shit. Shit!” broke the silence. Nobody was happy now!
Charles realized Nicole had a right to be upset. He took her hand and said, “We will get through this and so will everyone else on this plane.”
She nodded and became reasonable, “We’ll get out of here by daylight. If we have to sleep in our car or in the airport lobby, we will.”
Charles echoed their resignation, “ We could do worse.”
Pru said something to her husband, Tom, spoke to Nicole, “I’ll bet all the hotel rooms within walking distance of the airport are already taken. TomI reserved a suite with two king-size beds and a sitting room. We can share.”
Tom said, “Wow. That sounds great!”
“And…” he said with a flourish, “you know smoking pot in Las Vegas is legal now. We brought some back with us. It is in a shrink-wrapped pouch in Nicole’s bra. Between our stash and whatever we can find in the airport mall, we should have enough chemicals to keep us happy until tomorrow morning.”
They agreed to meet in the lobby of the hotel. Tom went ahead to the hotel to confirm the room reservations. Charles said he could handle his luggage, plus Nicole’s and Tom’s. Pru behaved like a seasoned traveler who could handle this luggage situation all by herself.