For his 35th birthday, I booked my husband a five day trip on an adult-only cruise line. The present was just as much for me as it was for Andrew. For weeks, I’ve been a horny little slut in anticipation of watching him fuck other women for five days. Ever since we found out about this kink of mine a few years ago, we had gotten four of my friends to fuck him on and off. But then they get boyfriends or move away or we lose touch, and then I become like a starving animal, needing to be fed. Between girls, my husband would finger me while he talked in detail about fucking other women. That helped a little, but it didn’t fully quench my thirst like watching him fuck another pussy would. 

Our flight to the cruise port was a red-eye on a mostly empty plane. The few passengers on it seemed to be asleep, but I was wired with energy for what’s to come. Beside me, Andrew was asleep with his head lolled to the side, legs spread out in front of him in his grey sweatpants. Nobody was in our row, so I ran my hand up his thigh until my fingers grazed his cock. Andrew shifted in his seat and moaned out loud, like he had forgotten where we were. 

“Shhh,” I whispered, stroking him through his pants until he started to swell in my grasp. “Someone will hear you.”

Still half asleep and too horny to care, Andrew pulled down the waistband of his sweats to free his cock. Already rock solid, it stood straight up, begging for attention. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turn as much as I can in the small space so my back is against the window and I swallow his cock until the head brushes the back of my throat. I’m so turned on that I couldn’t help but moan around it. 

Now it was Andrew’s turn to shush me by pushing my head even further down on his dick. That didn’t help me get quiet, though, because I gagged loudly enough for the entire plane to hear. 

I pulled my head out of his lap and grasped his cock which was slick with my spit. “How many women do you think you’ll get to fuck on this trip?”

Andrew’s eyes fluttered closed and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as I twisted my fist around the swollen head of his leaking cock. “How many do you want me to fuck?”

There wasn’t a limit that I could think of. If it were up to me, I’d line up every girl with a big ass on the cruise and let him fuck every one. Once in a while, I get self-conscious about how feral I am about it, but Andrew always assures me that he liked it. 

“Excuse me, is everything okay—” One of the stewardesses crept up from behind us. She must have heard the noises and got concerned. Or curious. The way she eyed Andrew’s cock made me think it was the ladder. Even with her there, I never stopped stroking him, wanting to see what she would do. If I had learned one thing during my exploration, it’s that women were horny as fuck and loved the thrill of fucking someone’s man. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone, are you?” I whispered, showing off my husband’s thick, shiny cock to her. 

Shaking her head, her eyes wouldn’t stop following my hand movements and she licked her lips. Score. “Would you like some assistance with that, ma’am?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I don’t think I can handle it all by myself.”

The stewardess—Amy, her nametag said—sat down in the aisle seat. If this was any indication of how the cruise would be, I couldn’t wait. She didn’t even waste any time and took the head of Andrew’s cock in her mouth. As she deep-throated my husband, he looked at me with blissed-out eyes, knowing he was the luckiest fucker on earth. 

Both of us put a hand on the back of her head to force her down further, and she never even flinched, taking it all like her throat was endless. 

“Wow, what a good girl,” I encouraged her. Amy pulled back to flip her hair to the side so I could have a better view of her face, and her eyes stayed on mine as she lowered her head back down to tongue his balls. Her face was a mess with drool and her mascara was smudged around her eyes. “When we land, do you want my husband to fuck you?”

Amy massaged his balls in her hand. “No, he’s gonna fuck me now. I’ll be right back.”

With a kiss to the tip of his cock, Amy hurried down the plane and came back within a minute with another stewardess who had earlier brought them sodas. “This is Steph,” Amy explained, and began unbuttoning her black pants. “She will keep a lookout.

Planes were definitely not designed to be fucked on, but Amy was able to make it work as she straddled Andrew’s lap. Her knee wedged between mine and Andrew’s thighs. I lined his dick up with her pussy as she sank down onto it, breath hitching as he filled her. 

Steph was mesmerized by her friend bouncing on my husband’s cock. There was no way that they had never done this before by how comfortable they seemed with it. As much as I wanted to smack Amy’s fat ass, I didn’t want to draw more attention, but I grabbed a handful and squeezed. If there was more space, I’d spread her cheeks open so that Steph could watch his cock disappear in and out of her hole. 

I was sure that there was no mistaking the wet, delicious sound of her pussy getting fucked, but we were all past the point of caring. Andrew was close, his movements were jerky and his breath was caught in his throat. Amy’s ass was going to be bruised soon by how hard he was grabbing it, slamming her down onto his cock. A moan began to rip from her throat, but Steph reached over to clasp her hand over her mouth to shut her up. 

“You’re gonna get us fired,” Steph hissed, keeping her hand tight over her mouth as Amy convulsed through her orgasm. Strangled little whimpers still escaped as Andrew kept slamming her down on his cock. Steph looked hungry, like there was a buffet in front of her that she wasn’t allowed to touch. 

“You want a turn?” I ask, running my hand up and down Amy’s thigh while she recovers, still with Andrew’s cock inside of her. Knowing how good he must feel turned me on so much. As soon as we get off the plane, I planned on finding a Family bathroom for him to fuck me in. I’m so horny, I could feel the wetness between my thighs, but I like to wait until everyone else is done.

Amy maneuvered off of my husband and pulled her pants back up and sat in the row beside us. Steph hastily took off her own pants and panties, taking the place Amy was just in. She was a little smaller, so she had more room to ride him. 

Andrew had to be so close but I knew he didn’t want to fuck this opportunity up so he powered through it. 

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Steph whispered, head thrown back. Her movements were more fluid and slow, like she just loved having a cock inside of her. “I haven’t been fucked in so long.”

I slipped my hand between her legs to feel where Andrew’s cock is buried inside of her. She was soaking wet and dripping all over his balls and thighs. “Take your time,” I tell her. “His cock was meant to be shared.”

Steph began to pick up her pace, bouncing hard onto his cock, lips tucked between her teeth to keep herself quiet. She lifted up her shirt over her breasts and began to squeeze her own nipples. 

“No,” I instruct, and take both of her hands and hold them behind her back. “That’s his job.”

Andrew wasted no time taking both of her breasts and sucking one taut nipple in his mouth and pinching the other between his fingers. 

Too fucked out in the row beside us, Amy hadn’t been keeping an eye out and a middle-aged man walked by, stopping at the view in front of him. For a moment, I was so sure we were caught and going to be banned from flying forever, but he only smiled and continued to the bathroom. There was no way he wasn’t touching himself while in there. 

Even though I’d love to watch all night, I knew there was only so much time before someone passed that wasn’t a horny man. I reached over to rub Steph’s clit with my thumb to make her come faster. Her pussy tightened as she came on my husband’s cock, her entire body shook as I continued to rub her sensitive clit. That sent Andrew over the edge and he came right inside of her wet little hole, face still buried in her tits. 

Lifting herself off of him with shaky legs and arms, Steph stood back up to put her pants back on. Andrew sat there, still half hard and covered in the juices of both women and his own come. 

“Let me clean that up,” I said, and I licked up his cock, tasting the saltiness of all three of them. He shuddered as I lapped his balls clean. 

As much as the girls tried to fix themselves up, they still looked fucked out. Thankfully, it was so dark that maybe nobody would notice their smeared makeup or notice they couldn’t walk entirely straight. 

“That was great,” Amy said, tying her hair up in a ponytail. “When is your flight back?”

I got both of their numbers for any time we would be flying in or out of Tampa. The plane landed, and both girls stood at the front to say goodbye to the passengers. As a souvenir, they both handed us their panties as we exited the plane. 

“This is going to be the best trip,” I told Andrew.