Joan was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee, wondering how to truly satisfy all her lust-filled desires. She was looking through her phone when a video advertisement showed a clothing-optional resort in Jamaica. Joan could not help but click on the video ad.
The video of the resort was sexually exciting, showing people enjoying life to the fullest. Her breathing and the lust building inside of her were rising rapidly. She knew she had been to Jamaica once before with her cuckold husband, but she had experienced so much more since that visit, and her lust-filled needs had still not been fulfilled.
Joan sat still, her hand between her thighs, rubbing her wet pussy as she Imagined what this vacation could do to satisfy her lust-filled desires. I have had a lot of sexual experiences in the last few years. I have enjoyed every sexual adventure, but I need something more, a lot more, out of my control with no safety net, something I could write a book on and become a top seller. I will let the tropical winds and sexual atmosphere take me wherever they may. I will not protect myself in any way; this is what I want and need. I will make the arrangements and tell John tonight; I know he will not protest as he does not want to lose his sexually active wife.
Joan's mind was running wild with thoughts of what could happen to her as she gave herself to the whims of all she might experience in Jamacia. She was packing her suitcase with erotic, alluring outfits and daring bathing suits with almost no concealment of any part of her body. Joan also packed some of her wildest sexual aids.
Joan also ordered food for the house to be delivered. Although she knew John could care for himself, she decided stocking the house with easy-to-cook food and snacks would be a good idea. Joan did not want John to be uncomfortable while she was gone.
John came home from work and greeted Joan with a kiss that grew passionate; John was surprised by the passion flowing from his wife and said, "What's up, babe? You seem ready for anything tonight. Do you have some erotic plans you have not shared with me yet?"
Joan burst out with an enthusiastic answer, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I am going on a swinging singles vacation in Jamaica. I am going alone to experience my wildest sexual fantasies and desires. I will not protect myself in any way. Anyone and everyone can use me to experience their wildest pleasure. I may tell you all about my highly erotic trip when I return. My flight leaves at six AM tomorrow morning, and I am unsure when I will return; I will let you know when I arrive at the airport. I hope you are ok with my erotic vacation plans, as I want and need this total experience, and I am going."
John took Joan to the airport; as John handed her the luggage, he pulled her in close and gave her a long, passionate hug and kiss. He spoke, "I will miss you and look for you to return, babe, hopefully, a satisfied woman." He watched Joan walk away into the airport in her sexy outfit. Breasts pushed up and nipples hard, with a short nylon style skirt and no panties. John drove back home with mixed emotions running through his mind. This would be the first time Joan went on vacation without her cuckold husband. Yes, he wanted her satisfied, but he also wanted to watch her as strangers made love to his seductive wife.
Joan found her seat on the plane, a window seat next to a young, handsome gentleman next to the aisle. Joan reached up to put her bag in the overhead bin, and her skirt rode up on her thighs as she did. Joan knew the gentleman was watching and also probably could smell the fragrance of her horny cunt rubbing against him. Joan did not wait for the gentleman to get up as she slid by him, her perky ass almost in his lap. Joan made herself comfortable, fastened her seat belt, and pulled the window shade down.
It was not long before the plane took off for Jamaica. Joan released her seat belt and snuggled down in her seat, her skirt rising high on her thighs. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. It was not long before she felt the gentleman's hand on her bare thigh, first lightly touching, then softly rubbing her bare skin, inches from her wet cunt. As much as Joan wanted the gentleman to caress her cunt she did not stir.
The gentleman was getting more aggressive as he messaged her bare thigh, higher and higher. She could no longer hold back; she wanted this stranger so severely. A quiet groan flowed from Joan's lips as her legs relaxed and parted, giving the gentleman access to her horny cunt. Just then, a stewardess came up the aisle, checking on everyone. The gentleman leaned in Joan's direction, blocking his hand from the stewardess's view, as he continued closing the distance between his hand sliding up her thigh and her wet cunt.
Joan spread her legs even further apart as she undid several buttons on her blouse, exposing her nipples to his view, and then let her hand rest in the gentleman's lap. He no longer was lightly caressing as his hand found her cunt, exploring with increasing intensity. Joan slid down in the seat, her skirt sliding up to her waist, moans of pleasure flowing from her lips. Her hand found and caressed his enlarged cock, pressing against his pants.
The gentleman unbuttoned and unzipped the fly on his pants just as his other hand slid over her clit and into her soaked cunt. Joan's body rose from the chair, looking for more aggressive fondling of her cunt. The words, "Oh god," flowed from her lips. "Fuck me, make me cum, right here on the plane. I don't care who is listening or watching. Your hand is in a married women's cunt that needs relief oh so badly. I will suck your cock dry of all your semen after I cum. Right here in full view of anyone passing by or across the way. I am so fucking horny, and I want to smell and taste your juices as your body erupts in orgasm; I will swallow every drop of your semen and lick you clean."
Joan slid her hand down inside the stranger's pants and found what she desired most, a long thick juicy cock. As she slowly stroked his cock, her eyes closed, legs spread wide, his palm caressing her sensitive clit as his fingers fucked her sloppy wet cunt. Joan could not hold back any longer as she orgasmed with a squeal coming from her lips and cum and piss squirting from her cunt. Her legs clamped his hand deep inside her orgasming cunt as her breath came in raspy gasps.
As Joan came down from her intense orgasming high, her hand still on his mighty shaft, she lifted the armrest and leaned over into the gentleman's lap, first licking his precum from the head of his cock and then sucking it down between her lips. Joan started sucking the gentleman's cock like a bitch in heat; his hand still held firmly buried in her soaked throbbing cunt.
A stewardess came up the aisle, looked their way, smiled at the gentleman, and continued her journey. The gentleman had slid down in his seat and had his arm bent over Joan's head, giving a tiny bit of privacy to Joan as she continued deep-throating his throbbing cock. Joan felt his body stiffen and knew her prize was about to flow into her lips and down her throat. Joan's thoughts were screaming through her excited mind as the first load of his semen poured into her mouth and down her throat. She licked and sucked until there was no more cum flowing from his now shrinking cock.
Joan slowly raised her head from his cock, tucking the tool of her most wanting desire back into his pants and pulling the zipper up over his satisfied jewels, the first of many cocks she would taste on her journey to complete satisfaction.
She slid back into her seat as she released his hand buried in her cunt. Joan reached down and pulled his hand to her lips, licking her cum and piss from the hand that fucked her. God, it tasted so sweet and naughty. She then put his hand on her lap and wiped it dry with her short silk dress. Joan knew she had cum drooling from her lips; she licked clean and then leaned down and wiped her fucked face on her skirt; Joan could smell the fragrance of sex buried deep into her short skirt,
The plane landed in Jamaica smoothly. The gentleman did not move as Joan slid in front of him, sitting on his lap at one point. She reached up and opened the overhead bin, pulling her luggage down. Her body and skirt rubbed against the gentleman who had never spoken. As Joan walked down the aisle, she looked back at the man who had sat beside her on the flight and had taken sexual liberties without asking. Their eyes met, and both smiled very naughty smiles.
As Joan went through customs, her mind kept repeating the wonderful flight she had just experienced. Still, she knew there was so much more to experience on her vacation to be completely sexually satisfied in her mind and body. What she had experienced on the plane was just the tip of the iceberg.
