I woke the next morning with my wife, Barb, lying on her side, staring at me. She ran her fingertips lightly from one of my nipples to the other, brushing over the small patch of hair in between.

"Good morning, honey," she said in a sad tone.

"Good morning. What is wrong? Why the sad face?"

"I don't want to go home yet. I want to stay a few more days. I want to ride the horses again."

"We can't. First of all, I have to go to work tomorrow. And more importantly, Richard and Martin only invited us for these four days. They have already arranged our flights back to Brisbane, and we have connecting flights back to Sydney."

"Don't you want to see me suck Dave's lovely cock again? Or watch as his big, hard cock drives into my pussy."

I smiled. "You know I do. Just you want to watch me eat Sally's pussy again, or fuck that smooth wet pussy of hers. But we will have to wait six months till we catch up with them again at the swingers resort. Right now, we have to pack and get ready to leave."

We showered together; I soaped up Barb, and then she soaped me up. She spun around under the jets of hot water to rinse herself off. It made her slender, sexy body even more beautiful as the water ran down her long hair and over her ample breasts.

I rinsed off and then took her into my arms and kissed her deeply. My hands ran down her back to her backside. Grabbing her cheeks, I pulled her hips towards mine. I was rock hard now, and my cock was pressing against her body. Barb moved her hands to my butt, lightly scratching my butt cheeks with her fingernails.

I kissed her neck and tugged on her earlobes. I felt her melt, surrender to me. I love this woman. We are so in sync, I knew she wanted me, and right now.

She moved her arms around my neck and climbed up on me, wrapping her legs around my waist as I supported her weight with my hands on her butt. A quick wiggle with her hips, and my hard cock slipped inside her. Barb stared at me, mouth open, as my cock filled her hungry pussy. She started to rock her hips up and down on me. Her open eyes were fixed on my eyes. We came together, and she stood up. We kissed again and finished the shower.

We dressed and then packed our bags before heading to breakfast with the others.

During breakfast, all eight of us agreed on dates to meet at the Adult Only Resort later this year.

Richard told everyone that our plane to take us back to Brisbane airport has been arranged, and then he winked at me and gave me a thumbs up. Not very discreet. Barb noticed the gesture and asked me what that was all about. I tried to dismiss as much as I could.

Sergio and Charles collected our luggage from our rooms and placed them in the black car that was waiting for us. We thanked Richard and Martin for inviting us to their ranch and said our farewells as we climbed into the car.

At the landing strip, Charles, the driver, transferred our bags from the car to the plane. The pilot was at the base of the steps, greeting us as we boarded the plane. He whispered to me that once the seat belt light goes out, he will circle the plane for exactly 30 minutes. Any more than that, he would have to refuel the plane at Brisbane airport and change the registered flight path. I nodded to show my understanding and thanked him. Thirty minutes, plus the original flying time, should be ample time for us.

As the plane reached the flying altitude, we lifted the armrest between Barb and me. Barb snuggled up to me and said with a smile, "One day I want to join the mile high club, somehow." This is becoming a habit of hers now, every time we fly.

Finally, the seatbelt light was extinguished. All four of us unbuckled our seatbelts. I leaned over to Barb and kissed her deeply and passionately. Then I lowered both of the seat backs. I massaged Barb's boobs over her top as I kissed her neck and ears.

Standing up in the aisle, I stripped off completely. Sally and Dave clapped and cheered me on. There were only four of us on the plane. I lifted Barb onto her feet and kissed her again, and then removed her top. She smiled. She realised what the wink and thumbs-up gesture meant from Richard now. She removed her bra and dropped to the floor. Her jeans and underwear soon followed. We embraced and kissed. Hands roaming up and down each other's bodies.

Sally and Dave did not need an invite; they stood up and followed our lead. Soon they were naked, and Dave was sucking Sally's tits.

Barb knelt and grabbed my hard cock in her hand. She licked the purple head, looked up at me and mouthed 'thank you' before taking my cock in her mouth. My wife knows how to suck a cock, but this time she was going hard at it. Her hands were on my butt as she bobbed up and down on my shaft, sucking like she was trying to suck ice cream through a straw, taking as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. I did not realise how much the Mile High Club meant to her; I always thought it was just a light-hearted comment. She is going over the top to thank me for arranging this opportunity for us.

I pulled Barb to her feet and kissed her. I could taste my precum on her mouth. She said, "fuck me, Pat, fuck me hard." She turned her back on me and draped herself over the leather seats. Offering her bare butt and pussy to me. I moved up behind her, grabbed the base of my rock-hard cock, still covered with her saliva and slapped her bare butt with it. Then I positioned the smooth head at her pink opening and drove it deep into her pussy.

My hands were firmly on her hips as I pounded her pussy over and over. Hard and deep. "Welcome to the Mile High Club, Barb." As I continued to plunge my cock into her lovely wet pussy.

To our left, Dave was also taking Sally from behind. Dave looked at me, and I nodded. We did not need to exchange words to know that we were going to swap wives one more time.

"And Barb, now you are going to be upgraded to Gold Class membership of the Mile High Club," as I pulled out of her, and Dave and I swapped positions. I was now fucking his sexy wife, and he was fucking mine.

Sally and Barb looked at each other and smiled, then reached out and held each other's hands as their respective husbands fucked their friend. All four of us looked out the window and saw the Southeast coast of Queensland below us.

What a way to end a great weekend, fucking, wife swapping, swinging in a private plane.

The four of us reach orgasm at the same time, each one of us being triggered by each other's orgasm. Dave shot his load into my wife's pussy as I shot my load into his wife. We held that position for a few moments, trying to catch our breath and regain our strength.

Then, to our surprise, the seat belt light was illuminated. The pilot announced over the PA, "Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

Now he did not say to prepare for landing, so we assumed we were headed for some turbulence. Barb jumped into her window seat, and I sat beside her. Dave and Sally took their seats behind us. We did not dress, hoping that once we cleared the turbulence, we could either continue with our fun and games or get dressed.

I could feel the plane start to descend. Shit, we're coming in to land. Too late to take the seat belts off and dress ourselves. Barb realised it too, she said, "landing naked, swinging and fucking on the plane. Fuck Gold Class, we should be in Platinum Mile-High."

We laughed, we knew that once we landed, we had some time to dress as the plane taxied.

Barb's boobs bounced up and down as we landed. As soon as the seat belt light went out, all four of us stood up and got dressed. One thing we didn't think about was that we were on the ground and anyone could see us getting dressed if they bothered to look.

We managed to get dressed and sit back down on our seats as the plane came to a stop. The pilot came out of the cockpit and smiled at all of us. "I trust you had a pleasant trip." The smell of sex was still strong in the plane, and he knew exactly what we were up to.

Sally said, "Yes, we did thank you. Maybe next time you can join us out the back if this plane has an autopilot."

The four of us walked into the main terminal, our swinging lifestyle once again left behind as we merged in with the crowd and headed to our gates for our connecting flights back home.

The end.