The first was on the hotel balcony, the second on the coastal road in the car, the third at a drive-in cinema, and now here I was in my seat on an overnight flight back home.

All I could feel was hubby's fingers inside my shorts and knickers gently stroking my clit. The lights were low, and I had the blanket over my lap. All I could see was the regular movements under the blanket, and all I could feel was my fast-approaching orgasm.

He knew how to get me off like this, and sure enough, he did.