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Air Travel

By: Nogrod63



He waited, patiently, as the other passengers boarded the airplane. The flight wasn't close to half full if he got on last he might have a row of seats to himself. It had been a very long day. He had flown on the first flight out that morning, spent the rest of the day in long negotiations and now the flight home. He was looking forward to unwinding with no neighbors to deal with.

He boarded last as planned. He showed the stewardess his boarding pass without paying attention to her as he scanned the plane for seats. It looked like the plane was only about a quarter full. He started to turn inside when the most wonderful scent drifted by him. He swiveled his head toward the stewardess again following the trail of that wondrous scent. She smiled at him as he turned back to her. 

"You have a question, Sir?"

He gazed at her for a moment, her soft, lightly accented voice a pleasure to his ears. The short skirted uniform showed off her legs and a few buttons left undone gave a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath her blouse. His eyes rested on her name tag; Louisa. He realized he was staring.

"Ah, no, thank you Louisa."

He walked down the aisle his face turning red from embarrassment feeling like a teenager with his stumbling reply, acutely aware that the brief look and her lovely scent had started a stirring within him. He found what he was looking for towards the back of the plane, three full rows of empty seats. He took out his book and put his carry-on in the overhead compartment. He made himself as comfortable as possible in the seat and settled into read. The book captured him quickly shoving his thoughts of Louisa to the back of his mind. So engrossed was he that he barely even noticed when the plane launched into the skies.

"Sir? Sir?" 

He looked up from his book and saw Louisa standing in the aisle with the drink cart.

"I'm sorry, excuse me?"

"Would you like something to drink?" She smiled at him, her blue eyes twinkling at his dazed expression.

"Oh, yes, that would be fine. Thank you." He set his book in his lap to hide his sudden erection. From the look in her eyes though it was too late for that, she leaned towards him to hand him the drink. He watched as her lovely breasts became more exposed as she bent over. This close her scent was almost overpowering and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull her to him, to bury his face in her neck and breathe deeply of her. Her eyes seem to grab him and hold him to her. For a moment time stopped and there was nothing in the world but Louisa, lost in her eyes and drinking in her sweet scent.

"I'll be back to see how you are doing." The spell was broken as she spoke, but the soft accent of her voice held its own promise. She stood straight again and pulled the cart to the back of the plane.

He tried to continue reading, but the magic of the book was overwhelmed by the promise of Louisa's scent that still hovered in the air about him. He realized he had read the same two pages over and over again. He was incredibly uncomfortable, between the sadistic seat and the swelling in his pants he could not find a position that was remotely comfortable. He poked his head up over the seat trying to catch a glimpse of her. He could see her in the front of the cabin helping some of the other passengers. From the looks of it most of the passengers had already nodded off to sleep.

He tried reading again. Succeeded in getting to the end of the chapter and then realized he had no idea what he had read. He gave up and set the book aside and leaned the seat all the way back and closed his eyes. Maybe sleep was what he really needed any way. Although the bulge in his pants was trying to tell him that sleep was not what he needed.

He dozed off and his mind drifted to pleasant things. He smiled in his sleep as the scent of Louisa seemed to fill his dream. He awoke with start when he felt the gentle pressure of her lips upon his. Her tongue tracing and teasing his lips, he raised his lips to meet hers letting the kiss grow deeper feeling the passion build. He became aware of her body straddling his. He opened his eyes and broke the kiss. Her eyes were twinkling at him and her soft scent filled his nostrils. He pushed her up so she was on her knees and he began to unbutton her blouse, leaning forward and kissing each bit of flesh as it came into view. He pushed her blouse off over her shoulders and released the front snap of her bra letting her breasts come free.

Eagerly he buried his face between them then moved up one soft breast, licking all around her nipple, feeling it getting harder as he teased it with his tongue. Louisa groaned softly and pulled his head hard against her breast and he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. He cupped her other breast in his hand gently pinching her nipple as he sucked on the other. He could feel her legs spreading lowering herself down, rubbing against his cock through his pants. He licked his way over to her other breast and proceeded to lick, nibble and suck again. His hands slid down her body and worked their way under her skirt, stroking, caressing, and kneading the soft flesh of her ass.

Louisa looked down on him, her eyes fixed on his as he sucked at her breast. She reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head. Her hands moved to touch him, extracting the most exquisite sensations from his body. He moaned and she held her fingers to her lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. He pushed up against her then moved her into the window seat and leaned the seat back. Kneeling on the floor he gently spread her legs apart with his hands, gazing upon her pussy, glistening in the light with her flowing juices. He bent down and breathed deep, devouring the sweet smell of her pussy feeling his cock grow hard. His tongue flicked out and he licked all around her lips before finally dragging his tongue over the sensitive flesh. She pressed her hands on his head, urging him to continue. He teased her, flicking his tongue over her pussy, licking up and down her hot slit then flicking it lightly over her clit.

Slowly he sucked her lips into his mouth, letting them graze over his teeth and teased them with his tongue as he sucked on them. He could feel her body wiggling, her hips thrusting up to drive her pussy deeper into his mouth. He released her from his mouth and probed with his tongue till he found her clit, hard and throbbing against his tongue. He licked it slowly, rubbing his lips over it as he sucked into his mouth. She writhed beneath him, her hands clenching his hair as his tongue extracted such exquisite pleasure from her clit. He could feel her body tensing beneath him. Felt her trying to drive her pussy against his mouth. He released her clit and started to lick her pussy, hard long strokes of his tongue. At the end of each tongue stroke he flicked it across her clit feeling her shudder harder and harder each time he did it.

He sucked her clit into his mouth again and she exploded. Her body bucked and writhed beneath him as she drove her pussy up harder against his mouth, her body straining with delight as her orgasm raced through her. Her thighs trapped his head against her pussy, squeezing him till the final aftershocks subsided within her. She released her hold on his hair, and gazed down on him with those bright blue eyes. He licked her slowly reveling in the taste and scent of her pussy. She sat up and brought her breasts to his mouth again. He gave each a gentle sucking kiss and rested his head against them as she held him to her.

He raised his lips for another kiss, harder now more insistent as their tongues dueled with each other. He held her tight and could feel her hands sliding down his body, rubbing his hard cock inside his pants. She released the hard member and ran one hand up and down the hard shaft, feeling it swell and throb, pulsing in time with his beating heart.

Louisa motioned for him to sit in the middle seat again. He moved, his cock bobbing in the air, and returned to his seat. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon his shaft as he caressed her with his hands. She held him with both hands as if measuring him against some unseen standard. She looked up at him and smiled again and moved to straddle him placing her thighs outside of his pushing his legs together, forcing his cock to stand up straight like a soldier standing at attention.

She raised her skirt and lowered herself down, pausing as the head of his cock came against her pussy. She looked into his eyes and licked her lips as she lowered herself still further letting the first inch of his cock pierce her pussy. His hands moved to her, cupping her breasts and teasing her hard nipples as he thrust his hips trying to slide more of his cock into her. She smiled again and with one hard thrust drove herself down on his cock taking his entire shaft deep inside her. She paused again, leaning forward and kissing him letting her breasts rub against him as she squeezed and massaged his cock with the powerful muscles of her pussy.

She began to move, slowly at first then building to a steady rhythm. Pumping her self up and down his cock, rubbing her breasts against him with each stroke, her lips kissing every part of him she could reach. He groaned, more a rumble, as the pressure of her pussy drove him to a frenzy. Thrusting his cock up to met each stroke, pushing his body against hers, feeling her soft skin and hard nipples rubbing against him. He could feel the heat of her velvet sheath around his cock, caressing and squeezing him like a glove. The pressure in his balls was increasing, making him move faster and faster beneath her.

Louisa's own breathing was becoming ragged, her body tensing each time his cock drove inside her. She began moving faster, her mind filled with the sensation of his cock plumbing her depths. His male scent waking something within her making her slam herself down on his cock arching her back and taking him deeper with each thrust. His mouth found her throbbing nipples and she stiffened with delight as an electric spark ran from her nipple straight to her pussy to the spot where his cock pounded inside her. He sucked harder on her breast as his hips drove up to meet her. Then it struck, her body going completely stiff for a moment, every muscle tensed to the breaking point. She convulsed, the energy of her orgasm ripping through her like a giant wave. Her body bucked and writhed, squeezing the cock inside her harder and harder. Then she felt it, his cock jerking inside her spurting stream after stream of hot cum into the depths of her pussy.

He held her as she sagged against him. He kissed her gently. Leaving a trail of soft butterfly kisses all over her face. He breathed deep locking her scent in his mind. She raised her self to her knees and slowly fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse as she kissed him back. She slowly came to her feet pulling down her skirt and straightening the rest of her clothes. "I better take care of some of the other passengers now." She smiled at him, turned and slipped down the aisle to the back of the plane. She returned a few minutes later looking as stunning as she had when he had boarded. She gave him another warm smile and moved to the front of the plane. He slowly dressed himself, wondering if anyone had heard them. He lay back in the seat and drifted off to sleep again. He woke not to a kiss, but to the bump of the plane landing. He gathered himself and his belongings together and made his way off the plane. Louisa was at the front of the plane saying good bye to the passengers. "I hope you had a pleasant flight Sir." "Most pleasant, I think that was the best flight I have ever been on." He grinned at her and made his way into the terminal. He made his way to the baggage claim and waited for his luggage. It seemed to take forever, as it usually does late at night in an airport. Eventually his bags arrived and he made his way out to the parking garage. As he started to cross the street a familiar scent came to him and an equally familiar voice spoke. "I don't suppose you would be willing to give a tired girl a ride home?" He turned and smiled. "My pleasure Louisa." 

Air Travel At Its Best



I was waiting to board the plane for the second leg of my journey to Hawaii.

The first leg of the journey was about as uneventful as a short, commuter hop could be, but when I arrived at Atlanta, the two-hour layover was when it all started.

I was finishing my second cup of coffee when I noticed a very handsome man sitting alone at the table next to mine. He kept glancing at me and then looking away quickly when I looked toward him.

I nodded and grinned at him when I caught him looking.

When I left the coffee shop, he followed me out the door. 

I found a seat in the waiting room and put all my carry on luggage in the seat beside me.

He sat in a chair directly across from me and laid his brief case in the seat beside him.

He then leaned toward me. "I see you are going to Hawaii," he said in a deep baritone voice.

I looked up. He was smiling and his dark blue eyes stopped me short.

"Um! Yes!" I stammered. His eyes held me awestruck. His voice reverberated in my head. His eyes danced. "That is my destination," his voice boomed. "Staying long?" he continued.

"Um! Four weeks," I managed to squeak out.

He stood and moved to the seat beside me. He held out a hand. "I am John Maxwell," he explained. "I am going over for a business trip. I notice we are on the same flight with the layover in San Francisco," he said pointing at the ticket on top of my carry on. "I see you are in coach," he continued. "Do you realize that you will have to buy your food?"

I frowned. "I did not realize that," I said questioningly.

"Only first class gets a free meal," he explained. I was fascinated with his looks but even more attracted to him by his friendly demeanor.

We exchanged where we were from and where we would eventually end up.

It was not long before we were chatting like long lost friends.

When the airline personnel called to start boarding, he picked up my ticket and told me to wait for him.

He went to the desk and talked to the attendant for a short while and turned back toward me. "Come on!" he shouted and waved at me. "I hope you don't mind, but I exchanged your coach ticket for a first class one. We can continue our talk as we fly," he said. 

"But the cost-" I started to say.

"It is my pleasure," he said. "They gave me a very good rate because they needed the coach seat. You are in first class all the way to Hawaii."

I smiled and thanked him. I was elated at the turn of events. He was sooooo Handsome. I found myself getting excited and my crotch became wet. The stewardess seated us and pulled the curtain, separating us from coach.

He gently took my hand and squeezed it. "I am so glad we met," he said, his eyes flashing.

"I am too!" I exclaimed without thinking.

He was still holding my hand when he bent and kissed me.

A bolt of lightning shot through me.

"I apologize for that," he said. "I could not resist."

"That is OK!" I said catching my breath. When he bent toward me again, I met him half way. The kiss was long and wonderful. Our tongues dueled and we pulled each other together with our arms.

I was panting and gasping when we parted. "Nice!" I managed to cough out.

We felt the plane moving. We were the only passengers in first class. I smiled at the thought.

The stewardess popped in. "I will bring your meal as soon as the captain turns off the seat belt light.

We both blushed as she nodded her head and smiled. She knew.

When she returned with our meals, John asked her if she would tell us when we were at a mile in altitude.

She winked at him and grinned. 

I looked puzzled.

We quickly downed the meal. His quick kiss and loving touch caused me to tremble. He gently touched my tits with his hand. 

I gasped and held it tight against my stiffening nipple.

The stewardess coughed when she entered. "We will be flying at just over a mile in the air for the next hour and a half," she said as she took our trays and grinned. "I won't disturb you until we begin our assent. You may join the mile high club if you like." She winked and grinned. I looked at John with a puzzled expression.

"The mile high club is an elite group. You must have sex while you fly above a mile in altitude to become a member," he explained cautiously. I gasped.

He smiled.

I sat rigid for a moment and then grinned broadly. "Are you a member?" I asked breathlessly.

He grinned. "No, but I would like to be!" he exclaimed.

"So would I," I admitted.

Trying to fuck in an airline seat became a feat in itself. I removed my panties and he shoved his pants down his legs.

I gasped in disbelief. His cock was gorgeous. It was at least ten inches long and extremely thick. The purple head was already leaking from the slit in it. The purple veins accented the hugeness of it.

We squirmed and wiggled. Twisted and Jiggled. I finally laid my head on the seat and he entered my steaming hot cunt doggie style.

It was stupendous. I had an orgasm before he was all the way in.

He was so gentle, yet masterful. I nearly passed out from the sensations he was giving me. His cock throbbed in my pulsing cunt. I felt the huge member press into me deeper than I had ever felt. I was elated that he was so gentle. I was full of his cock when he released his first orgasm. It poured out from around his cock in torrents, mingled with another orgasm of my own. I fought the sensation of passing out. He pounded into me and his balls slapped against my ass loudly.

It seemed like just moments when we heard the captain announce the decent into San Francisco.

We had barely gotten our clothes straightened when the stewardess opened the curtain. She smiled when she noticed the wet floor.

"You have a two hour stop here," she said, "but you may stay aboard because this plane will take you on to your next destination."

John and I looked at one another quizzically.

"This is the end of my tour," she said and disappeared behind the curtain.

She reappeared and handed each of us a pair of wings with "Mile High Club" emblazoned across them.

"I checked the boarding schedule. You are the only ones in first class for the six-hour flight to Hawaii. Thank you for flying United." We could hear her laughing all the way down the loading ramp. We were not on United Airlines.

A few moments had passed when a very buxom blond stewardess poked her head through the slot in the curtain. "Jenny told me you are new members of the mile high club," she said smiling. "Congratulations! I will be your stewardess for the rest of the trip. If you need anything, just push the button and I will cum running." She exaggerated the "Cum."

John gasped and I flushed crimson.

"I will shut the door to first class," she suggested. "We will not be leaving for over an hour."

John and I looked at each other and grinned. She smiled and pulled the door shut behind her. "The only one that can get in now is the captain," she explained.

She had barely gotten the words out when the door opened and a huge man in a uniform stepped inside. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought Mary was the only one in here," he added.

Mary grinned. "These are the new mile high club members," she said.

He smiled. "Congratulations!" he said with a wide smile. "Would you like to be a member of the United Ground Club as well?" he asked.

John and I looked perplexed. 

Mary grinned and blushed. "Captain Marshall is the president!" she gushed. 

The captain laughed. "Let's show them how they can join," he said huskily to Mary.

Mary was on her knees in a flash. Her hands quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his large, but not as large as John's, cock out. She began to suck it into her mouth while he unfastened her blouse, releasing her huge tits.

John and I watched fascinated when he began to fuck her between her tits. She was writhing and grinding her tits around his cock. His orgasm shot onto her tits and she lifted them so she could lick his cum from them.

After several shots had landed on her tits, she offered them to me. I was fascinated by the whole thing and quickly licked the pungent but sweet nectar from her nipples.

Not to be outdone, John selected the other tit and sucked the nipple so hard she moaned aloud and pushed him away. 

"Not so hard," she moaned.

John smiled when he released the reddened nipple. "This could be the best flight I have ever had!" he exclaimed.

Mary and the Captain were laughing as they left the compartment.

It was not long before we heard the captain telling the passengers that we were taking off for Honolulu.

Mary kept popping in and out of the compartment. The hours flew by. John and I fucked in every position known and few that were unknown. I was completely and totally enjoying the flight.

Mary insisted that she be allowed a turn or two. I watched in amazement while John drove his huge man meat into her viciously.

She squealed in delight until he pushed the last of his long, hard, thick cock into her as I watched. She groaned in sincere agony when the entire length entered her cunt. She gasped and panted as he pounded his cock into her unmercifully. 

When we arrived in Hawaii, John laughed wickedly when she pulled her uniform on and walked gingerly up the loading chute, cum streaming down her legs as she walked. 

John and I found that we were scheduled in the same condo. We were able to move our rooms where there was an adjoining door. I was worn out and John suggested we go right to bed.

We slept locked in each other's arms, our naked bodies entangled.

The morning after we arrived, John lamented that he had to go to a meeting but suggested that he would extend his stay if I would travel to Kauai with him the next day where he had to complete his business.

I was elated. I had never been to Kauai and heard it was beautiful, with wonderful flowers everywhere. I gladly accepted his invitation. He had a limo and driver take me to the hotel when we arrived at the airport. I was on cloud nine when I opened the door to the room. Flower petals were strewn on the floor and covered the bed. It was magnificent.

It was just after nine AM when I heard the keys in the door. I slipped out of my clothes, lay down on the bed and covered myself with the flower petals.

He sighed deeply when he saw me. He walked toward me, removing his clothing as he came. The next three hours were awesome. We fucked and sucked in pure passion. He was extremely passionate. I wondered how long he could sustain the fervent fucking. 

He suggested that we should stop long enough to have lunch. I was hungry and he suggested he would go down to the restaurant and bring back some carry out.

When I heard the keys in the door, I had just finished a quick shower. The audible gasp echoed in the room when he stepped inside. He immediately kissed me. It was more passionate than ever. I quickly ate the sandwich and downed the coffee.

He watched me with those deep blue eyes, removing his clothing as I ate.

I was thrilled when I noticed his cock was hard and seemed larger and thicker than before. I was even more thrilled when he carried me to the bed and fucked me with complete abandon. He was more animated and drove his cock in me with furious, uncontrolled passion. He was a rejuvenated sexual dynamo.

I was delirious with sexual enthusiasm. His cock was deeper in me than ever before. I could feel his cock throb inside my pulsing cunt, filling me with gush after gush of hot cum.

I was amazed at his stamina. He seemed to have renewed vigor and fucked me with zeal unlike ever before. 

I was in seventh heaven. His sexual stamina and zeal was almost beyond belief. I noticed he seemed to be watching the clock on the dresser. After two hours of glorious sex, he kissed me passionately and walked to the door.

When he opened it, I thought I was looking into a mirror. The person standing in the door was an exact replica of the man I had just fucked. I'm John, the man in the door said.

I'm Jim, the man in the room said.

In perfect unison they said they were identical twins.

I gasped at the implication.

Suddenly I realized I had the best of all worlds. Two for the price of one.

I grinned at them. "Come here!" I ordered.

We fell on the bed. John, or was it Jim, suggested we have an orgy. Jim, or was it John slipped his thick cock into my creaming pussy. John, or was it Jim pressed his cock against my ass. 

I groaned in delirium. I had never been ass fucked before let alone while being fucked by a mirror image of the man fucking my ass. We spent the rest of the night switching positions. I will remember them for a long time. It was a great vacation.

They both stayed over and we spent the days seeing Kauai and the nights fucking, with me sandwiched between them. The nights seemed all too short but their huge cocks were just right. I could not ask for anything more.

My pussy pulses when I even think of them.

We plan on meeting on the main land. I suggested I might be able to find a second woman and we could have a real orgy. They made me understand just how much I might have missed if I had not made the trip to Hawaii.

Don't let anyone tell you that size does not matter. I can assure you that being fucked with a large cock is more delightful than with a small one, however a small one is not bad. As a matter of fact, any size is good.

I now enjoy an ass fuck almost as much as a cunt fuck. I am trying to develop my skill in blow jobs. In that instance, I believe a small cock is better.

When we meet again, I will write about it. Don't go away!

Your vote is important-I enjoy comments good or bad. 



Air Travel Torment



Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. In real life, non-consensual sex is illegal and immoral, and not condoned by the author. 

CHAPTER ONE

Hurry up and wait. That's what airline traveling is these days. I only travel when I really need to. Looking around at all of these other people in the airport security lines this morning, many of these people look to be business travelers that do this quite often. We don't.

My wife Holly and I were flying on my company's account. I won a sales award for last month, and they wanted me to fly to the home office to receive the award, and they invited Holly along for a photo op. We were simply flying in, shaking some hands and having our picture taken, and flying back home the same day. With a same-day round trip, and both locations predicting hot and dry weather, we didn't bring any luggage at all, and no extra carryon luggage to haul around. Holly had her purse, and that's it. I didn't even bring a briefcase.

There weren't a lot of nonstop flights available, and we were lucky to get last-minute tickets on our 9:20 AM flight, so we made sure we got to the airport with plenty of time to spare. The lines at the security checkpoint were backed up more than I had anticipated, but we were still in good shape time-wise. I had time to watch the activity at the security checkpoint. Twice I heard the alarm go off, and I watched two men get pulled aside briefly while a security guard ran a wand over their bodies, before they were allowed to continue. As we finally got to the checkpoint, I put my shoes into a gray bin, along with my wallet, cell phone, keys, and pocket change. Behind me, I watched Holley remove her shoes and put them into the same gray bin, along with her purse.

I didn't anticipate any problem getting either one of us through security. We didn't look like terrorists, did we? We're both thirty years old, white, American citizens, no accents, well-spoken college grads, white collar people.

We're both attractive. I'm attractive, kind of. I was dressed in navy dress slacks, black shoes, and a white shirt. Comfortable, but appropriate for a quick photo.

Holly is attractive. Not a supermodel. To be truthful, she wasn't a supermodel even before she had the baby. She put on a couple of extra pounds, but she's not unattractive for a woman her age. She looks as wholesome as Mom's apple pie, like the small town midwestern mom that she is. Long straight dark-brown hair parted at the side, with cascading bangs. Large brown eyes. Full lips. Smooth skin. Five foot six inches tall, and a decent figure. Again, not a Vegas showgirl, but better than average legs, and a pretty respectable butt. I admit that it was her breasts that first really attracted me to her in college. Back then; they were nice larger B cups, firm and natural. That's pretty big. In porn stories you hear about D and DD busts, but in reality a B cup is pretty large on a young woman, a good handful. And since the baby, she's gone up to a C cup. Holly was dressed in a pink button collared blouse that was tapered to be tight around her waist, and navy skirt. Her smooth seamless pink bra was visible through her blouse, and she wore pantyhose under her skirt. Nothing that would attract a security guard's attention, right?

Right behind Holly stood a couple of guys that looked Arabic or Muslim or something. I saw them hanging back earlier, talking quietly to each other, and then they got in line behind us. If anybody was going to attract security's attention, it was they. Looking around the lines again, there were two pilots in the next line, and otherwise it was mostly male businessmen of various ages. Yep, I'd watch the Arabs guys.

But as soon as I walked through the metal detector and waited to retrieve my gray bin, I heard the alarm go off behind me. Holly had set it off. Her jewelry, perhaps?

A dumpy-looking guy appeared from my right with the electronic wand. "Step over here, please," he said to Holly. My wife obeyed, and stepped out of the line, to my right. I retrieved her purse and shoes from the bin, and stepped to the side, too. "Raise your arms up to your sides," he ordered. As Holly lifted her arms to her sides, making a cross, a large black security guard approached and watched along side of me.

The dumpy guard ran the wand up and down both of Holly's sides, from her knees to her armpits. Then he ran it behind her, starting at her knees and moving it up, close to her body. In fact, he bumped her butt with it, causing Holly to flinch. I looked around, and noticed a number of the passengers in line watching my wife get wanded.

The guard moved the wand to the front of Holly and moved it up, rubbing it against her belly, just above her crotch. Then he ran it up over her chest, near her breasts. The wand made a noise. He moved it around her chest, between her breasts, and under them.

"Are you wearing an underwire bra, maam?" The dumpy guard asked loud enough that anybody within ten feet could have heard.

"Oh... I suppose... um, yes I think," stammered an embarrassed Holley. She looked at me. The dumpy guard looked at the black guard.

I knew just enough about Holley's lingerie that she usually wore lightweight bras with little or no padding, and that there was some kind of wire curved under each cup to give some support. I was hoping that this explanation was enough for the guards, and that they would let us go. As I said, there was nothing unusual about Holly, nothing to attract these men's attention. Except...her breasts? Her tapered blouse did make her breasts stand out, and as I looked at her again, the blouse was really see-through. Would these guards really abuse their position and pick out a busty young woman just for a cheap sexual thrill?

The dumpy guard circled the wand around Holly's breasts some more, clearly making contact with her blouse. He ran it over the tops, the sides, and underneath. Now, I could see her nipples protruding though the fabric of her bra and blouse. She looked at me. There was nothing I could say.

The dumpy guard put the wand down. I caught the little smirk that he gave the black guard. The dumpy guard ran his hands up and down my wife's sides. Then he ran them along the sides of her breasts under her still-upheld arms, over her bra at the sides. Holly gasped.

I said nothing. I was thinking I should, but I didn't want to delay things further. I looked around. There were many passengers, both the ones that had just gone through security and were still gathering their belongings or waiting for others, as well as those that hadn't gone through the metal detector yet. Many were watching my wife getting felt up by a stranger. I could feel my face getting red, out of embarrassment and anger.

The dumpy guard moved both hands to Holly's front, just under her bra. He felt along the bottom of her bra cups, the back of his hands lifting her breasts. He started to turn his hands over and grab the bottom of her bra.

"Um..." I said.

Both guards looked at me, with an irritated expression.

"Is there a female guard that can do that?"

"She's on break," replied the black guard. The dumpy guard dropped his hands to Holly's waist. He rubbed his fingers along the outside of the waistband of her skirt. He ran his hands around to her lower back, and felt along her waist, his fingers grazing the top of her butt.

I stepped forward a foot to talk to the dumpy guard. "Hey..."

The black guard stepped in between us, and put his palm up to my chest. "Don't interfere."

I stepped back for a moment, as the dumpy guard slipped his hand inside of Holly's waistband, and rubbed her stomach. He then slid his hands behind her again, and pulled out her waistband, far enough for me to see the top of Holly's lavender panties.

"C'mon..." I protested.

"That's it, take her in," said the black guard to the dumpy guard. I again saw the dumpy guard smirk at the black guy. He looked at me, and then smiled at Holley.

"Take her where?" I asked.

"To be strip searched," he replied loudly.

The dumpy guard grabbed Holly by the arm. Holly opened her mouth wide, but no words came out. When the dumpy guard pulled her arm, she got dragged along.

I stood in shock for about five seconds, as the guard grabbed Holly's purse from the bin, handed her her shoes. Then as I watched the two guards walk away with my wife in arm, I caught up to them, and asked, "Who's going to do the search?"

The black guard replied, "You're in luck, here's Esther, back from her break." A large broad-shouldered middle-aged blonde woman in uniform approached, and walked along with the others. She seemed to know that her job would be to search Holly.

I prepared for a long walk into the subterranean part of the concourse. Instead, we only walked a few feet, down the main concourse area. There were some temporary partitions up around an indentation in the hallway. The partitions stood six feet high, and left a gap of nearly two feet at the bottom. Between two of the partitions was an entranceway, with a curtain hanging on a rod over it.

Esther led Holly through the entrance. Holly gave me one frightened look before Ester slid the curtain closed. Esther had left a gap in the curtain about three inches wide, and I could see into the room. There was a table against a column near where I stood in the aisle, and the male two guards stood around it, and emptied Holly's purse. They were both facing the curtain. I couldn't hear what Esther was telling Holly, but I could see Holly unbuttoning her blouse.

As my wife removed her pink blouse and handed it to Ester, I looked at the two guards next to me, who were obviously watching Holly disrobe, too. I considered telling the guards to close the curtain tighter, but I figured it would just give them an excuse to get closer to the door and watch Holly close-up.

Holly reached behind herself, unzipped her skirt, and wiggled it off of her hips. She stepped out of it, and handed it to Esther. I couldn't see too much through the small gap, but I could tell that Holly was standing in her pink bra, lavender panties, and pantyhose.

I looked back, and watched people walking down the hallway in both directions. Some were slowing down and looking at the curtain as they walked. They may not have been able to see much through the curtain gap, but at the partition bottom they could certainly see my wife standing shoeless in her pantyhose.

Holly wiggled out of her pantyhose, and bent over to step out of them. She nearly lost her balance, but eventually got them off of her feet and tossed them over to Ester.

I looked back at the two leering guards. They were too busy watching my wife strip to notice that I was looking at them. I saw the dumpy guard whisper to the black guard, "Tape's rolling," and nod his head up toward the ceiling. I looked above the partition, and saw what looked like a security camera attached to the ceiling.

"Are you videotaping this?" I asked them.

The guards looked at me and then replied. "No."

"Didn't you just say something about video?"

"No, I didn't."

"That looks like a camera up there."

"Uh, yeah, but it's not plugged in to anything."

That was a far as I could think to take that inquiry. Holly was pulling her bra straps off of her shoulders. Just as I couldn't believe I had just watched a couple of strangers publicly feel up my wife and couldn't do anything about it, I couldn't believe I was just standing there while the same men, and a woman, were watching her undress. I was angry, and embarrassed for myself as well as my wife. But I also noticed that there was a stirring in my groin, a tingling that gave away some involuntary arousal at watching others watch my wife strip.

Holly lowered her bra cups, swung her bra around until the back clasp was in the front, and unhooked it. It was a move I'd seen countless times, but never when others were watching. She handed Ester her bra. The room had plenty of light in it, and I could tell that Holly's breasts were bobbling naked, with little flashes of her white flesh, and her sizable dark areolas.

The guards were no longer rummaging through Holly's purse belongings. I looked back, and the two airline pilots that had been in the security line had stopped, and stood next to the guards. The older-looking of the two pilots whispered something to the dumpy guard, but all of them kept looking at the gap in the door. The younger pilot picked up Holly's plane ticket from the table, and read it.

Holly slid her panties down her hips. As she bent over to step out of them, I got a glimpse of her breasts hanging down and dangling. As she stood back up, I caught a look of her dark pubic mound. Holly had thick dark-brown pubic hair. For special occasions she trimmed it back severely, but never shaved it since I'd known her. Currently it was a pretty hairy triangle of pubes. It was shaved away from her thighs a bit. But it was still an impressive patch of dark-colored pubes, contrasting with the pale flesh surrounding it. Naturally she had no idea that she would be presenting it to anybody else this day, or maybe she would have trimmed it more.

Several other men had stopped, and a few more slowed to a crawl by the spectacle of the group standing around the curtain. Inside, Holly was turning her back to Esther, giving a glimpse of her bare ass cheeks. She bent at the waist, involuntarily mooning the group of men on the other side of the curtain.

I couldn't believe it. I had a semi-erect dick! It was hanging down my pants leg, and threatening to stand straight out. I was briefly afraid that someone else would notice, but nobody was looking at me. I kept looking at the other men, wondering if they could see as much or more as I was of my nude wife. I was also still wondering about the camera. Was this being videotaped, and if it were, who would later be seeing it, or getting copies of it?

Holly was now facing Esther again, and squatting. I could actually see her bare thighs and the bottom of her butt below the partition. So could everybody else walking by.

As Holly finally started to put her panties back on, the two pilots walked away. As did a couple of the other men, who noticed me giving them a dirty look. Not that they were afraid of me, as they were both smirking as they left. But the guards continued watching Holly as she quickly put on her blouse and button it, and pull up her skirt.

I looked at the time. We were in jeopardy of missing our flight. Damn!

CHAPTER TWO

When Esther exited through the curtain, she and the two guards simply walked down the hall back towards the security checkpoint. The curtain was wide open, and Holly had her back to the entrance, tucking her blouse into her skirt, and putting on her shoes. The contents of her purse were still dumped out on the table. I quickly scooped them up and dumped them back into the purse.

Holly walked out into the hallway. She looked like she was going to cry. I looked down, and was shocked to see that she didn't have her bra on under her blouse. The pink tapered blouse was quite transparent, and fit tight on her waist and chest. Anybody within a hundred feet would be able to see my wife's large dark areolas through the thin fabric.

"Where's your bra?" Were my first words to her.

"They wouldn't give it back. They said I couldn't get on the plane with it." Here eyes were vacant. She seemed to still be in a bit of shock over being strip-searched.

"The plane!" I said, looking at my watch. "Dammit! We gotta go now! C'mon!" I handed Holly her purse, and for the first time realized that she was holding her pantyhose in her hand. She quickly unzipped her purse and stuffed them in.

I grabbed Holly's hand, and we walked at an accelerated pace down the crowded tarmac towards the gate. It seemed to me that everybody walking the opposite way, as well as people standing along the sides, were looking at Holly, as if they knew that she'd just been stripped. But then I looked over to my right at her. Her braless breasts were jiggling up and down very noticeably as we walked at a rapid speed. And even from the side, I could see her left areola through her blouse. Shit! Everybody is staring at my wife's boobs! I didn't know what else to do, so we continued walking.

Holly stopped walking. I kept walking, and she broke free from my hand. "What?" I asked.

"I dropped my ticket. I just had it!" Holley looked around at the floor, and then quickly walked the other way, retracing her steps. Fortunately there was a thinning of the crowd. Holly spotted her ticket on the floor about sixty feet behind her, and trotted back to get it. She picked it up, and started running back to me. If I thought her boobs were jiggling before, that was nothing to the way they jumped and bounced as she ran. They were flying up under her blouse, and bouncing back down again. A black guy standing along the side whistled as she bounced by him. I wanted to yell at her to stop bouncing and calling attention to herself, but she quickly caught up to me, and we continued to the gate, amid more stares.

At our gate, I was relieved that the plane had not boarded yet, and all of the passengers were sitting and standing at the gate with their carryon luggage. All of the gate seats were taken, so Holly and I found an empty spot by the windows to stand. I left Holly there and approached the gate, to check on the flight's status. The man at the gate desk told me that we were delayed, but should be boarding in about twenty minutes.

As I looked back at Holly, I could see the outline of her braless boobs through the sunlight behind her. Her breasts may not have been quite as firm as they were pre-pregnancy, but they were still full and round, her nipples pointing straight out. There were several men standing around her, that I caught staring at her breasts. I returned to Holly, and my first words were, "Could you cross your arms or something?"

"Holly looked down at herself, and asked, "There's nothing I can do, I don't have anything to cover with. Does it look that bad?"

"Yes. You're getting stared at." My tone was too angry. Even though I knew my wife's exposure wasn't her fault, I still was mad that she didn't have better coverage. Why did she wear a blouse that was so see-through?

Holly did put her purse on the floor and cross her arms. That covered her nipples, but it pushed her boobs together, and pushed her bare cleavage up, out of the scooping top of her blouse.

I looked over at the gate. The man at the desk had been staring at Holly, but looked away when I caught him. There was now a uniformed woman next to him at the desk. She looked to be at least 60, and was not attractive. She was thin, bespectacled, had her hair up in a bun, and extremely wrinkly. She had a dour demeanor to her. And she was looking my way. I watched her watching in my direction for several minutes. I looked away, at all of the other men around me that were looking at my wife's chest. And each time I looked back at the gate, the uniformed woman was looking toward us. Then she exited the desk area, and walked toward us. She walked right up to Holly.

"You can't board the plane like that," said the stewardess, in a loud voice.

Holly froze for a second. "What?"

"You can't fly on this plane being exposed like that. You have to cover yourself."

Holly blinked a few times. The stewardess' loud voice had drawn even more attention to us. It sunk in to Holly that the stewardess was referring to her braless breasts. I could see her turn visibly red. "I, uh, I don't have anything else."

"You can't fly like that," repeated the bitch stewardess.

"They, they took my bra at security because..."

"What is she hurting?" I broke in.

"She's a distraction. It's not appropriate."

I was angry now. "Why do you care?"




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The stewardess paused for a moment. "We received complaints."

"From who? Who would complain, and why is their business?"

"That's not for you to know. I have the right to refuse your admission on this flight."

"Please," begged Holly. "They just took my bra at security, and I don't have anything else. I'll try to cover up."

The Stewardess gave us both a scowl and she pause. "OK. But try to stay covered." With that the bitch walked away. I looked up, and now literally everybody at the gate was staring at my wife's braless breasts in her see-through top. All the bitchy stewardess did was bring more attention to them, and make me and Holly even more humiliated than we already were. We just stood there like we were on display.

That's when I spotted some familiar faces. Kurt, Alex, and Neal. They worked for my company. They were my sales competitors. Kurt was my age, a real obnoxious political backstabber. Taller than me and real good-looking, with big white teeth. It took some effort for me to be nice to him. Alex was a sales assistant and in his early twenties. A jock, as were Kurt and Neal. Neal, a big stocky guy, was a vice president, in his sixties, someone you needed to be on good terms with, and old school. I'd heard more than a few dirty jokes from him, and seen him flirting with the young girls.

When I spotted Kurt, he waved to me, and then got up and walked in our direction. The other two also rose and followed him. As Kurt approached, he spoke to me, but looked at Holly's chest.

"Hi, Kurt," I said. "Strange co-incidence, being on the same flight."

"Yeah, we're attending a seminar at the home office. Hello, Holley!" Kurt remembered my wife's name. The way he flirted with her at the last Christmas party two years ago, I shouldn't have been surprised. "Nice blouse."

Holley blushed, and stammered a quiet, "Thanks," looking at the three men staring at her chest.

"What are you flying for?" asked Kurt.

"Oh, we're having a photo op. I'm getting a sales award."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Congratulations. I can't wait to see the picture."

Kurt asked me about an account while Alex and Neal leaned in and talked to Holley, or at least talked to her chest.

Finally, we started boarding the plane. I realized that I was again semi-hard, though not as stiff as earlier. As we slowly walked to get in line, and then took a step every few seconds down the indoor ramp to the plane, I could feel my cock hanging down my boxers, and lightly touching my leg. The light friction sent more sensations through my groin, causing my anger to subside, and I thought about all of these men seeing my wife's nearly nude breasts. It was both humiliating and arousing. I was confused by the sensation, but since it was helping my anger subside, I let the feelings come, as I wondered how I would react to seeing an unknown woman nearly topless in an airport. I'd probably go home and secretly jerk myself off thinking about her. Or, bang my wife thinking about her.

CHAPTER THREE

The jet we were on didn't have a first class. As we entered the plane at the front, there was only one long section, with the bitchy stewardess and two male stewards. I glanced to my left, and looked in the open cockpit door. The pilot and co-pilot were the two men that had stopped to watch Holly strip. I hoped they didn't look back and see us, as I was embarrassed that they saw my wife get naked. 

We had gotten our tickets late, and couldn't get two seats together. In fact the flight was so booked that all either of us could get were middle seats. At least we had gotten the two middle seats on the same row, a little over halfway towards the back of the plane. Holly's ticket was for the right side of the plane, and mine was on her left. As the people around us had carryon luggage to store and we didn't, we were able to take our seats right away. It seemed to me in all the hustle and bustle that a few of the businessmen around us were able to get some stares at Holly's chest. But there was nothing I could do about it. At least my three co-workers were together near the rear of the plane, so I wouldn't have to associate with those jerks.

Both Holly and me were sandwiched between two men. As I looked to my right at Holly, she was exhaling with her head back, trying to relax. The man on the aisle seat to her left was an older man with glasses. He seemed to be staring at her breasts. But the middle-aged man in the window seat to her right was flat-out leering at her breasts. He was sitting up with his torso turned to her slightly and staring at her chest, from no more than two feet away. I wanted Holly to cross her arms to cover herself, but I couldn't get her attention. The plane was too hot for me to get her a blanket. So I sat there and watched the two men ogle her nearly naked chest. I tried to look away and not think about it, but my eyes kept returning to my wife and her peepers, studying their eyes and their body language.

The plane taxied away from the gate, but then there was another delay, as we sat on the tarmac with the air conditioning off. We were explicitly told not to leave our seats, as we could take off at any moment. As Holly sat with her eyes closed, the window guy stared some more. Then, he folded his arms, holding his right hand outside his left arm, and leaned back. He kept glancing at Holly's eyes, and then back to her chest. It was hard to tell from the angle I was on, but he appeared to me to be leaning into Holly. He moved his shoulder closer to her, and to his left. I'd swear I could see her right breast move as he pressed the back of his hand on it. He was trying to get in a cheap feel of my wife! But I still wasn't completely sure. The older guy in the aisle seat was reading a magazine, but seemed to be taking quick glances at Holly from time to time. The window guy was now clearly leaning into Holly, and getting a touch of her breast with the back of his hand.

I was wondering what to do, to yell over or get up, when Holly finally opened her eyes and looked at the guy. He pulled his shoulder away from her. As Holly looked at him, he just looked back at her. He was talking to her now. Holly had her polite look on. I wished I could hear what he was saying. He wasn't being subtle with his dirty smirk and body language. He appeared to be flirting with her, if not actually hitting on her. I've seen that look in bars enough.

Holly and I have spent plenty of time in sports bars, house parties, and other drinking venues, and like many of our friends, came to some sort of understanding that the smart play when a guy hits on your girl is to let the girl handle it. Make it be her job to tell the guy that she was with someone else. It saves having testosterone displays and fights breaking out. Since I couldn't get up, I had to trust that Holly would handle things herself.

The plane finally took off. I continued watching Holly and her two admirers. The aisle guy had a wide stance, seeming to be pressing his leg into Holly's, but otherwise he was only looking, at her breasts and her legs. Holly's skirt rode up quite a ways as she sat - well past the halfway point of her thighs. I presumed that she didn't put her pantyhose back on just to get the hell out of the search room as quickly as possible, and there'd been no time to stop and put them on. So her legs were bare, and most of them were showing.

But the window guy continued to be the problem. His torso was turned towards Holly, he was smiling and talking to her very closely with bedroom eyes and that pick-up smile, and his left knee appeared to be pressing into Holly's right leg. And he now had his right hand on her right forearm, which was resting on the armrest. Holly didn't displace it. Why not?

Finally Holly took her right arm off the armrest, and put it on her right thigh over her skirt. After a couple of test touches, when he simply tapped his fingers on Holly's right forearm, the window guy placed his right hand on my wife's hand. And his left hand was touching her right shoulder.

Holly pulled her arm away from him and crossed her arms, but the guy simply left his right hand on her thigh. He was now palming her over her skirt, which was way up her thigh.

Now I was getting irked not only at the guy, but also at Holly for not defending hers and my honor better. She was letting a guy paw her in public, right in front of her husband. It was embarrassing. But my groin crawled again. I felt my penis move and expand just a little. And I kept watching.

The seatbelt sign went off as the plane leveled. One of the male flight attendants immediately rolled a beverage cart from the back up the plane, blocking off the rear bathrooms. Holly almost immediately stood up. We hadn't had time to stop for a bathroom break since we left our house. The aisle guy stood up to let her out, and she made her way to the front bathroom. There was already a line for the bathroom, and I saw Holly standing in the aisle, waiting her turn. The plane was particularly turbulent, and she had to hang onto the edge of a seat to keep her balance.

As she waited, I saw several men turn their heads and stare at her chest. Finally, she got into the bathroom, and a few minutes later, emerged and started making her way back to her seat. Turbulence picked up, and she steadied herself with both hands on each aisle seat as she walked gingerly. Her breasts were on full display, bobbling under her blouse as the turbulence tossed her. I could see the outlines of her areolas from halfway down the plane. I could also see heads leaning out into the aisles, to get a better look. Everybody must have seen her at the gate, having her see-through blouse pointed out by the bitch stewardess.

But apparently the two guys on either side of me hadn't noticed that I was with her. As the guy on my left in the window seat raised his head for a better look at my wife's chest, the guy on my right on the aisle seat turned to him and said, "Why is it that I never get seated next to something like THAT?"

The two men chuckled, and the window guy said, "That would make the flight a lot more pleasant. You wouldn't need in-flight movies with those things in your face."

"Better than being at a bar, or a strip club. You don't have to pay her, and she can't go anywhere," replied the aisle guy.

"If she gives that away for free, I wonder what she'd do if you offered her money?"

I was planning to trade seats with Holly when she returned, but not any more. These guys would be just as bad, maybe. I simply let Holly bobble by me and return to her seat. I didn't even look her in the eye, not wanting to let my row mates know she was my wife. I briefly closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping.

Holly's aisle guy got up to let her in again. But as she scooted back to her seat, I saw the window guy put his hand out. As she reached back to move her seat belt, she stuck her skirt-covered butt in his face. He reached up, and took a quick palm of her right butt cheek. Holly jumped back, but didn't say anything, and sat back down.

As I was watching Holly with the men, the bitch stewardess approached. She leaned in, and said something to Holly that I couldn't hear. I had no idea what it was, but Holly made her repeat it, and asked her a couple of more questions. What could this be about? She couldn't throw Holly off the plane. Was she telling her to cover her breasts? Or was it something completely different?

Holly stood up again, and followed the bitchy stewardess down the aisle, all the way to the front of the cabin. The stewardess approached the cockpit door, and knocked on it. The door was opened by the younger of the two men pilots, the one that was in the right seat as I boarded. He looked at Holly, smiled, and motioned for her to enter. Holly walked through the door into the cockpit, and the door was closed behind her. The stewardess went back to work serving drinks. What the hell could this be about? The only thing I could think of was perhaps they were apologizing to her for her treatment by security, and maybe even their own stewardess.

But I used to know a stewardess. And she told me that ALL - she repeated ALL - of these flyboys were dirty perverts. Kinky, arrogant, wild, cocky, aggressive males. They certainly didn't appear to be sympathetic as they watched my wife undress at the security checkpoint just a few minutes ago. I tried to think of the worst. I was clueless.

After about fifteen anxious minutes, the cockpit door finally opened, and Holly walked out. It took me about thirty seconds to notice: she was wearing a bra. A PINK bra. WHAT THE FUCK??? Where did it come from? Was it hers, or someone else's? As she walked down the aisle, the next question in my mind bothered me the most. How the hell did she get it on in the cockpit?

I stood up and stepped into the aisle to meet Holly. "What's going on?" I whispered.

In an apologetic voice, Holly whispered, "The pilot got my bra from the security guards."

I remembered the pilot looking at Holly's ticket. He knew that she was a passenger on his flight. "Wa... Why?"

"So he gave it back to me." Holly wasn't looking at me when she said it. I knew she was trying to hide information from me.

"So... how did you get it back on?"

"He... he told me he'd only give it to me if I put it on in the cockpit."

"And... So... you just took off your blouse in front of them?"

"They didn't give me a choice. They could see my boobs through my blouse anyways. I couldn't go get my picture taken at your company with my boobs showing. I HAD to."

"Did you at least turn around or something?"

"They could already SEE THEM!" Holly replied in an agitated defensive whisper.

I simply emitted an exasperated sigh. People were trying to get around us in the aisle. I changed the subject. "What's going on with that guy sitting next to you?"

"He's drunk. He flew overnight from Europe or something."

"What's he doing?"

"He's trying to flirt with me and stuff."

"Do you want me to complain or get him moved or something?"

"I just want to avoid any more confrontations and be left alone. I'm super-stressed now. I hope he'll sleep it off now."

As the bitchy stewardess came near and gave us a scowl, Holly returned to her seat. I watched her slide into the middle seat as the two men around her stared at her ass. I had to go to the bathroom real bad, and since I was already out of my seat, I headed to the front of the plane.

I thought about Holly and the pilots. While stumbling to the front in the turbulence, I felt my dick start to rise. I pictured those bastards leering at my wife while they made her unbutton her blouse, watching her naked boobs sway and bobble as she slipped on her bra. There were two other people in line for the bathroom. Standing there, I had a full-blown hardon pressing against my pants. Public erections weren't something I've had a problem with since high school.

The erection made it a little difficult to pee. While in line and while in the bathroom, I thought about my erection, and why I was getting it while watching and hearing about my wife getting exposed and humiliated. I'd always been over protective, if anything, of my wife, not wishing her to wear clothes that exposed too much of her, that would draw sexual attention to her from other men. It's not that I didn't trust her. I just wanted her for myself. But since she had a baby, I hadn't thought much about what she wore. I didn't think that so many men would still find her desirable. So why was I now so sexually aroused now when she actually was over-exposed and felt up by other men?

I exited the bathroom and made my way back to my seat. When I got some rows away from Holly, I could see her head above the headrests. It was turned towards the drunk in the window seat. Moving closer, I could see that her whole torso was turned towards him. Another step, and I could see her hands up on his shoulders, and her chest thrown out. And then I saw the drunk's right hand on Holly's left breast over her blouse and bra. He was feeling her tit!

Holly glanced up and saw me coming. She immediately turned away from the drunk and sat back in her seat, pushing the drunk's hand away from her with a swat with her right arm. Shit! It was one thing after another!

I didn't know what else to do. Despite having just watched a drunk palming my wife's breast, I just sat down in my seat across the aisle.

But I kept my eye on Holly and the drunk. Holly sat staring straight-ahead, not looking at me. But the drunk was still turned towards her. He placed his right hand on her thigh, just above her knee. Holly gently pushed the hand away, not looking at him, and crossed her legs.

The drunk kept talking to her, and soon placed his hand on the top of her crossed leg again. He then ran his hand on the outside of her crossed leg, over her bare outer thigh, where her skirt had risen. Holly kept looking ahead, eyes wide open, as the hand reached the hem of her skirt, almost up to her ass.

Holly uncrossed her legs, still not looking at the drunk. The drunk leaned back in his chair, but he was undeterred. Now it was his left hand that was placed on Holly's right thigh. Her skirt was riding up high, exposing much of her thighs, and the drunk's palm was massaging the inside of her thigh right at the skirt hem. Holly glanced up as if to see if anybody else was watching. But instead of pushing the hand away or saying anything, she leaned forward, resting her palms on her knees. To me this gave the impression that she was more concerned at being CAUGHT with a hand on her thigh than actually REMOVING the hand from her thigh.

I could see the hand slip under my wife's skirt, deep between her legs. His wrist was pushing the hem higher, and his palm was turned as if it were now on her crotch, not her thigh. Holly wasn't removing it. What the hell was she doing? Was she ALLOWING him to touch her crotch? Did she just not know what to do? Freezing like a deer in the headlights?

I stared for a moment as another man was fondling my wife's pussy, and all she seemed to be doing is covering it up. I had a raging hardon. I had this fleeting thought that clearly I ENJOYED seeing other men lusting for and touching my wife, the mother of my child. If it had been a quick non-consensual grope, I could maybe enjoy it. But another man was feeling my wife in public, in front of me, and I was supposed to do something about it. But I didn't. I watched.

After a minute that seemed like an hour, Holly reached between her legs and pushed the hand away from her crotch and off her thigh. She still didn't say anything, and didn't look at her molester.

But the drunk wasn't done. He turned his torso towards Holly, and placed his right hand back on her thigh. Holly leaned her torso away from him, towards her left, but this opened her knees more. The drunk's right hand quickly slipped between her legs, pushing her skirt up to her crotch. I got a brief glimpse of Holly's panties, before the hand cupped it. Again he was feeling my wife's pussy, and again all Holly could do is open her mouth and eyes wide. But no sound came out, and no other defensive measure was taken.

Now I could see the drunk's hand slipping inside of the panty crotch, and I got a fleeting glimpse of her dark pubic hair as he rubbed her mound inside her panties.

I stood up. Holly saw my movement, and looked at me. She FINALLY reached down and forcefully pushed the hand away from her crotch, and tried to pull her skirt hem down.

But the drunk simply moved his right hand up, and placed it on her left tit. After one rapid flurry of squeezes, he reached inside of her blouse, and started to slide his hand inside of Holly's bra cup.

I stood above them in the aisle. "Hey! Cut it out!"

Holly looked up at me, but the drunk ignored me and kept feeling my wife's tit inside of her bra cup. Holly then reached up and began struggling with the man's forearm. He put up a battle, and as Holly knocked it away, the top button of her blouse popped off. I was working my way over the old guy in the aisle seat, and started to reach for the drunk.




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"Hey! Hey!" It was all I could think to say.

"Get lost, asshole," was all the drunk could say. When I reached down and grabbed him, he stood up and pushed back. We started wrestling over Holly.

CHAPTER FOUR

Suddenly I felt hands reaching around me. Somebody was pulling me back into the aisle. Somebody big and strong. I felt a forearm around my neck, and then felt myself falling backwards. I was forcefully wrestled out into the aisle, and knocked forward. I landed hard on the aisle floor. A body fell on top of me.

"Air Marshal! Put your hands on your head!"

I glanced back, and there was a large man with short blonde hair sitting on me. Behind him stood another man, a guy with greasy brown hair and a mustache. The guy on top of me didn't wait for me to put my hands on my head. He grabbed them one by one, yanked them behind me, and slapped handcuffs on me.

I could hear the drunk behind me yelling, "That guy attacked me for no reason! He's a terrorist!"

"No he's not!" Yelled Holley.

The bitchy stewardess was standing over me. "She's with him! They were suspicious of her at the security checkpoint, and they detained her."

"Scotty, cuff her, too," ordered the guy on top of me.

"Right, Jack," said the dark-haired mustached guy. He grabbed Holley, who was standing by her middle seat, by the arm, and pulled her into the aisle, right over the older guy and me.

"No," she squealed, but Scotty pushed her up against a seat backrest, pulled handcuffs out of his pocket, and cuffed her hands behind her.

Jack emptied my pants pockets as I lay on my stomach on the ground, and then frisked me over my clothes. My hardon was completely gone, so I didn't have to worry about that as he felt my cock and balls. Then he turned to Scotty, and ordered, "Search her." 

"You want me to search the woman?" asked Scotty.

"This is an emergency. We do whatever is necessary to protect the plane. Give her a thorough searching."

"Right!" Said Scotty, eagerly. Holly was still standing in the aisle and leaning forward against the seat back, as Scotty ran his hands along her sides from behind. He reached around her, and felt her tits over her bra, taking particular attention to the undersides of her cups by her underwire. Holly's blouse was missing a button, and her bra was already exposed, which it made it easy for Scotty the Air Marshal to reach inside of her blouse, reach right into her left bra cup, and feel around inside.

I could see many of the passengers watching Holly getting felt up. The passengers in the aisle seats were leaning into the aisle to get a better angle, while the other passengers were standing and watching.

Scotty reached into Holly's right bra cup and gave it a thorough going-over, rapidly reaching around and searching every inch of the cup.

"Oh! Ah!" squealed Holly as Scotty's hand roughly felt her tit flesh. Scotty then felt around Holly's waist, reaching inside of her skirt and feeling around her stomach and above her ass. He then reached down and grabbed her skirt hem. With one quick motion, he pulled the skirt hem up until it was bunched up around her waist.

Holly's panties were on full display to nearly everybody on the plane. In back her panties had ridden up and exposed about half of her butt cheeks.

Scotty quickly felt her butt cheeks, ran his hand under her panties and ran his index finger up her ass crack, causing another squeal from Holly. The eager sky marshal then reached into the front of her panties, and ran his hand over her pussy mound, no doubt getting a handful of my wife's pubic hair.

Jack helped get me up on my feet, and led me to the front of the plane as everybody watched me. Scotty led Holly to the front also, as everybody watched her. Her blouse was still open enough that her bra was exposed in front.

The two air marshals sat us in two seats at the front of the plane that were probably reserved for the flight attendants or something. For the next few minutes, the two took turns grilling us on everything from the purpose of our flight to why I was "attacking" the drunk. Holly and I told them, together and separately, that the guy was drunk and molesting Holly, and I was simply trying to stop him. I also told them that there were three co-workers in the back of the plane that could confirm who I was.

Then there was some other disturbance further back in the plane, and Scotty rushed to investigate. He came back a few minutes later, and explained to Jack that the drunk had thrown up. Scotty confirmed that the guy seemed drunk. He also said that my three co-workers had vouched for who we were and why we were traveling.

The air marshals were talking to each other privately, but I heard Jack say, "Their story's starting to check out. I think they're telling the truth."

But they were in no hurry to un-cuff my wife, or myself, and we sat in the front seats, while the two air marshals talked among themselves, and the other passengers near the front stared at my wife's exposed bra.

The bitchy stewardess phoned the cockpit, and then Jack knocked on the cockpit door. I saw the co-pilot let him in. Five minutes later, Jack came out again, but the cockpit door was left open. Jack approached Holly, and said, "The pilot wants to speak to you in the cockpit." Jack helped the still-cuffed Holly to her feet. He turned her around, and un-cuffed her.

Remembering what happened the last time my wife was alone with the pilots, I hollered, "I'm going in with her."

"They only want to talk to your wife," replied Jack.

"She's not going in alone. I'm going in." I stood up, with some effort.

Jack just shrugged. "OK. But you stay cuffed." With that, Holly walked into the cockpit as the co-pilot held the door, and I followed. The co-pilot closed and locked the door behind us, and took his spot at the controls on the right side. The captain, in the left seat, looked back at us, and smiled.

"Hello, Holly! We didn't expect to see you back here so soon. I hear that you two were causing a ruckus on my plane."

"We didn't cause anything," I said.

The pilot put his hands up as if to calm me and stop my explanation. "Yeah, the sky marshal told me all about it. But here's the thing. You can still be arrested for causing a disturbance on a commercial flight. That's nothing to sneeze at.

"But listen. I'm still the captain of this flight, and what I say goes. You two can either be taken off this plane in handcuffs and arrested, and at the very least be detained for who knows how long, but quite likely charged with a crime. Or, if I square it with the sky marshals, you can walk away Scott free, with no official record, and go about your business."

The pilot looked over at the co-pilot, who had been watching us silently with his sunglasses on. The co-pilot took over the pitch. "But we're taking a risk doing that. So we'd like a little favor for our kindheartedness."

I did not want to be arrested, and desperately wanted out of the handcuffs. I was in a mood to grovel. "What do you want from us?"

From his sitting position in the pilot's seat, the pilot looked Holly up and down as she stood before him. "We don't want anything from you, Tom - It's Tom, right? Except to sit down in that chair behind you, and be quiet for a few minutes.

"But Holly, we enjoyed your last visit so much. You were, uh, so nice and friendly and accommodating. We have about twenty-five minutes until we have to make a flight correction, and it gets awfully boring up here. We just want you to be friendly with us some more and, uh, spend some time with us."

I was beginning to smell a rat. These two dirty old men - well, the pilot looked about sixty, and the co-pilot looked maybe forty - had blackmailed my wife into flashing her tits for them, and now they had both of us over a barrel again. I hoped my suspicions were wrong.

"What's 'friendly'?" Asked Holly.

"What Vern means," replied the pilot, "is we just want to get to know you better and show you a few things around here. Step forward a little bit, Holly." He motioned Holly forward. Between the two pilot seats was a control console, so Holly could step no closer to the men than the back of their chairs. The captain reached around her and put his right hand on her waist, just above her skirt.

"Do you know what all these instruments do, Holly? Oh, Tom, you can just sit there in that jumper seat." I obediently sat in the seat directly behind the co-pilot's seat on the right side.

The captain started rattling off a bunch of technical jargon as he explained the instruments. I doubt if Holly was paying any more attention to his words than I was. But when the captain lowered his hand and placed it on Holly's right butt check over her skirt, she looked back at me with a helpless expression. I tried to read her expression. Did she want me to object and come to her aid? It seemed more like she was expressing a helpless surrender. I felt my cock tingle.

I tried to think whether I should tell the two pilots to fuck off and let us out. But I wasn't really sure what they were going to do. Get a few feels in? Make Holly show her tits again? I sat like a dweeb and said and did nothing, my hands literally tied.

Holly saw my inaction and lack of objection, and exhaled. Her next breath was a deep inhale when the pilot reached down and slid his hand under her skirt. He subtly slid his hand up her thighs, bringing the skirt up with it. I saw Holly's panties come into view, and watched the pilot circle his palm over my wife's panty-clad butt a few times. Then he slipped his fingers into the bottom of the panties, and squeezed her bare ass cheek, three feet away from my face.

I had a full erection, even as I was pissed at the two dirty flyboys for molesting my wife. But as the pilot continued his vacant explanation of the cockpit controls, he asked Holly if she understood, and her voice was calm as she said she did. The pilot and Vern the co-pilot started asking Holly harmless personal questions, like why she was traveling, what she did for a living - as if they were having coffee with her, not molesting her. Holly responded in a shy but friendly voice, as if she were simply having coffee with them, and not getting molested against her will. And when they cracked jokes, she giggled like a shy schoolgirl.

Against her will? How much was it against her will?

"Holly, why don't you come around here and sit down, and really experience the cockpit?" The pilot took Holly's hand, and led her around the center console, to where he was sitting. "Sit down right here," he politely ordered, patting his lap. Holly didn't look at me as she unsteadily threw her left leg around the pilot's torso. He placed his hands on her hips as she set her tush down on his lap. There was no place for her legs other than on either side of the pilot seat, and she spread her legs wide and let her feet dangle. Her skirt was now hiked up to her crotch no doubt, although from my angle I couldn't see her panties.

The pilot placed both hands on her bare thighs, and massaged them, still making small talk. Now he was asking how long we'd been married, and did she have a lot of boyfriends before me. And then back to the controls.

"My feet control the rudders. They're on auto pilot now, though." He ran his hands up her waist, and slowly and gently cupped both of her breasts over her blouse.

Holly emitted a little coo. Against her will? I was jealous as hell, and angry as hell with Holly. Did she have to seem like she was enjoying this?

What really happened to Holly the first time she was in the cockpit? My prior mental image of the event, of a frightened trembling wife forced to remove her blouse while the two dirty old men smirked at her, was now replaced with a vision of my wife proudly opening her blouse and thrusting her chest out at the two older men, giggling like a schoolgirl as she shook her breasts at them. Maybe she even let them touch her.

And what about the drunk? Holly had her back turned toward the window as I returned from the bathroom. Was she letting the drunk feel her tits and trying to hide the event? She sure took her time whenever the drunk placed his hands over her, spending more energy trying to cover it up than stopping it. Even if she didn't ASK the drunk to fondle her, how much did she like it?

My hardon twitched as I thought of my wife being unfaithful to me, of flaunting her sexuality right in front of me.

The pilot reached into her ripped-opened blouse, and slowly pulled down on her bra cups. Her breasts flopped out over the cups. From my angle I could just barely see her left breast but I had a clear view of her right breast, as the captain cupped his hands underneath them and lifted them. He gently massaged both of them, circling his palms over the two exposed white globes. Holly's fat nipples were erect. She arched her back and thrust her chest out for the two hands. The captain deftly stroked her nipples, and squeezed her tits. He was good, dammit!

Maybe it was all Holly's fault. Shouldn't every woman know not to wear an under wire bra to the airport these days? Her skirt was too short. Why would she wear such sexy panties? She shouldn't have worn such a sheer blouse today, today of all days. She should have known that every guy in the place would be noticing her wearing these sexy garments. She was too young and attractive to be drawing attention like that.

But I hadn't. I didn't think anything of her sheer blouse, hadn't noticed her skirt. I barely noticed what she wore at all. I barely ever noticed what she wore since she had the baby. I just secretly wished that she still had the same body that she had before the baby. 

But now I was noticing. How attractive she was. How sexy she looked in her skirt and blouse. What gorgeous breasts she had. Not as firm as before, but bigger. Now nice and smooth her thighs looked, even if they were a little meatier than they used to be. We'd only been married a couple of years, and had known each other a couple of years before that. I'd heard of the seven-year itch, but it seemed that I'd already started taking my wife's sexuality for granted. Not now, though. As the co-pilot leaned over the control panel and began massaging Holly's right breast, I wanted her. I wanted to have sex with her right now. She looked so sexy being felt up by the two older men. I was so jealous of them. It finally hit me that so many other men today had seen her and thought she was a desirable wife and mom - a MILF!

The pilot had dropped his right hand down between Holly's legs, and was working on her pussy. His hand was inside of her panties, and had a finger slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.

The co-pilot opened a container below the console, and brought out a tube of K-Y jelly. "Need some K-Y, Captain?"

"No, Vern, she's plenty wet."

Holly had her head thrown back, leaning it into the captain's shoulder. She was whimpering. I could see her arching her hips forward to meet his hand. "Ooh, wow!" She panted.

Wow? When was the last time she said "wow" to me during sex? This guy was good. They were both good. Vern the co-pilot unzipped his pants, and whipped out a very long cock. Holly reached over with her right hand, and took it. She stroked it slowly, as she writhed on the captain's lap.

I felt two feet small, like a complete loser, watching these two older men satisfying my wife better than I ever could. But I was mesmerized by their performance, and hers. I wished I could stroke my own cock while I watched them.

OK, I was wrong about her asking for her early abuse - certainly it wasn't her fault that she got strip-searched and that her bra had been taken away. But I still wasn't sure how hard she defended herself against the drunk. And she was obviously enjoying being teamed up with the two cool flyboys.

"Stand up, and turn around, Holly," said the pilot. With some effort, my wife stood up. Her tits were still hanging out of her bra, and they dangled and bobbled as she got her self turned around. She had her feet on either side of the pilot and his seat, but was now facing him, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her panties in view. The captain opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and zipped his fly down. With one hand he whipped out a very large and well-worn cock, looking dark and spotted.

The co-pilot reached back into the container that held the K-Y, and pulled out a condom package. This time the captain took it, opened it up with one hand, and slid the rubber over his cock like he'd done it ten thousand times.

Holly didn't have to be told to lower herself down. She sunk down, pulled her panties aside at the crotch to expose her hairy pussy, and met the captain's dick head. I could see the latex-covered head slide along my wife's pink pussy a couple of times, and then slide inside of it. Holly easily lowered herself down and let the rest of the thick cock slide into her pussy. Clearly she was well lubricated.

The pilot leaned forward, and took Holly's right tit into his mouth. He licked the entire areola with an extruding tongue, and then circled it over Holly's hard nipple. Holly's tits jiggled as she shivered with delight. Now that she was facing me, I could clearly see every facial expression she made. Her eyelids were half-closed as both men licked and fondled her breasts, and the captain slowly thrust his cock up into her pussy. Her mouth was open, emitting whimpers. She never looked at me.

The co-pilot moved in closer, and thrust his hard cock into her face. "Take it, Holly," he said. Holly took it. With her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, and wrapped it around the dick head. She bobbed her head over it, taking the first half of it into her mouth.

But the co-pilot wasn't satisfied with her work. "Wrap your lips a little tighter. But watch the teeth. Suck on it, like you were taking off the top layer of a Popsicle."

He was instructing my wife on how to suck cock. The two flyboys were doing a better job than me on pleasing her, but they were also teaching her how to please men better. "Lick the end, honey. That's it, like an ice cream cone. Now slowly suck hard on the shaft, taking in as much as you can, to the back of your throat. Ahh, now that feels real good, Holly."

Finally Vern the co-pilot, still wearing his sunglasses, was satisfied with my wife's cocksucking skills, and stood in silence as she blew him.

I saw the occasional cloud going by the windows as I sat in the front of the large plane watching the two men in charge have their way with my wife. She was moaning through the cock in her mouth. "MMmmmphhhh!" She was thrusting her hips in and out to meet the captain's thrusting groin.

The captain thrust harder and faster. Holly's tits bobbled as he put his hands on her hips. His right hand went between her legs. I could see him rubbing his fingertips over her clit.

"Ready, Vern?" asked the captain.

"Ready, Captain," grunted the co-pilot.

"MuUUUMMMMUMMMPH!" Groaned Holly, circling her crotch around the cock and the hand that was on her pussy. Her eyes were up in the back of her head.

At first I though it was massive turbulence, but it was just my wife, flopping through one spasm after another, her whole body shaking like she was having a seizure.

"Swallow it, Holly!" Grunted Vern. He arched his back, and I saw his jism leaking out from between Holly's lips.

"CACK!" Holly wasn't used to swallowing jizm, barely liked oral sex at all with me, and she choked on the spunk that was shooting into her mouth. She pulled back, and the next load hit her in the face. Vern stuffed himself back in her mouth, and repeated, "Swallow it."

Vern withdrew his wet cock from my wife's mouth. Holly threw her head back, with her eyes still rolled up, and shook her body. "OhhHHHHH!"

The Captain grunted a couple of times, and thrust up hard and slow. "Ohhhh, yeah!" he chuckled.




Air Travel Torment



"Holly spasmed a few more seconds, and then collapsed down onto the pilot's shoulder.

CHAPTER FIVE

Vern was already wiping his cock off and putting it back in his pants, his sunglasses having never left is face. He sat down in the co-pilot's seat, put his headphones on, and began calmly checking instruments.

The pilot was coaxing the still-panting Holly to stand up. He also stood up, and helped the shaking wife off of him. Holly unsteadily worked her way around the seat and past the center console, her tits still out and her skirt still up to her waist. The pilot removed his used rubber, and tossed it into a waste can behind him. He put his wet cock back into his pants, put his headphones on, and took over the controls, like nothing at all had happened.

"Vern," said the pilot, "Tell the air marshal I want to see him."

"Yes, Captain," Vern acknowledged, and stood up. "Time for you two to leave," he said to us. Holly glanced at me for the first time since she started "being friendly" with the flight crew, but it was a quick, guilty-looking glance. Holly pulled her skirt down and smoothed it out. The co-pilot was already opening the door, while Holly was rushing to get her tits stuffed back into her bra cups.

I was just stepping out the door in front of Holly, when somebody pushed me aside and rushed into the cockpit. Suddenly it was pandemonium all around me - in the cockpit, in the front area, in the aisles. A large dark-haired man was holding what appeared to be some makeshift handgun to Jack the Sky Marshal's head. The man that ran into the cockpit had a similar plastic-looking handgun. Another man had Sky Marshal Scotty pushed up against the bathroom door, holding a makeshift knife of some sort to his neck.

The few women passengers were screaming, and some men were shouting, but most were silent. By the time things got orderly, I counted four Arabic-looking men on the plane. One in the cockpit with a gun on the pilot; one in the very back of the plane with a handgun, one with a handgun on the sky marshals and the three flight attendants; and one with a knife now pointed at Holly.

"Quiet! Quiet! Hands on your head! Hands on head!" yelled the man in the back. Before many of us even had a chance to take it all in, Scotty was cuffed with his own handcuffs, and Jack had been whacked in the head with something and had his hands and feet bound with tape. The two male flight attendants and Vern the co-pilot were on the floor at the front of the plane, also getting their hands and feet taped.

The terrorist with the knife on Holly was a tall, muscular-looking man of about forty, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a very intimidating expression. I recognized him as one of the Arabic men that had been behind Holly and me in the line at the security checkpoint. He ordered the bitchy flight attendant to get the P.A. working and give him the phone to speak into.

"Let's not have heroes, right?" He said in a heavy accent. "Nobody wants to get this woman hurt, or the pilot, or anybody else. Keep your hands on your head for a moment. We have no problem killing anybody that does anything wrong!

"Yes, this plane is hijacked. But before you get too frightened, let me say that our objective is not to crash the plane. Our mission is to force the American government to release our prisoners at Guantanamo. To do this, we will simply land the plane at your destination exactly as scheduled. Then we will set the plane on the tarmac, and hold you all hostages until our prisoners are brought to us. So your death is not imminent.

"Presuming none of you had time to use your cell phones and alert the authorities, nobody knows we have taken the plane. By staying on course, no jets will be scrambled, and we will not be bothered." He looked at his watch. "So for the next forty-seven minutes, we have nothing to do but wait."

He looked down at Holly. His left arm was around her neck from behind, the knife held loosely near her chest below her neck. At least he didn't seemed to be too tightly wound. Holly still hadn't finished putting herself back together after the going-over the pilots gave her. Her blouse was still open with the missing button, and her left breast was only halfway back into her bra cup. Her dark areola peeked out of the top of her bra.

"By the way," he continued. "I would like to thank this beautiful woman. We were confident that our disassembled weapons would not be detected in our carryon luggage. But to be safe, we had kept the security guards under surveillance for quite some time, and were aware that two of them liked to give special attention to shapely women. So we managed to get in line behind this chesty woman, and she kept the guards distracted while we got through the ex-rays.

"Then she helped us identify the sky marshals. And she helped us get into the cockpit. And finally," he chuckled, "she gave us all something to look at didn't she?" The other terrorist at the front of the plane chuckled along with him.

"So now we wait," he finished, and dropped the phone down. He looked down at Holly again as he held his knife around her neck. He stared at her chest. "Hmm," he moaned. Then he reached down and put his hand onto her half-exposed left breast, and touched her nipple.

"Ohh!" squeaked Holly. But when the knife moved up closer to her neck, she held still. Holly simply whimpered, and shook noticeably. When the terrorist put his hand inside her bra cup and groped her tit, she simply scrunched up her face, and arched her shoulders in.

"Hahaha!" laughed the terrorist leader as he roughly and rapidly squeezed and shook my wife's tit in her blouse and bra. Holly writhed in reaction to his gropes. Her shoulders gyrated, her chest heaved in and out, and her eyes alternated from half-closed to wide open, staring out at the passengers. Her mouth was open as if she was gasping, but no sound was emitted.

I had been pushed back into one of the front seats, my hands still cuffed behind me, and I had a point-blank view of my wife's body as she was groped in front of all the passengers. Her tit was still in her bra. The top of it was jiggling out as it got squeezed, but her nipple was not visible. I found myself half-hoping that he'd expose it. I didn't know why.

The terrorist moved his face closer to Holly's. He said something to her, and she turned her head towards him. "Kiss me," is what I think he said. "Tongue. Stick your tongue out." So show her, the terrorist stuck his tongue way out, less than a foot from her face. He pulled the knife closer, and said, "Stick tongue out," again.

Holly reluctantly stuck her tongue out between her closed lips, and pointed it at the terrorist's tongue. The terrorist leaned in, and the tip of his tongue touched the tip of Holly's. She recoiled once, but he held her tighter, and ordered her to stick her tongue out again. This time, when the terrorist touched Holly's tongue with his, she stayed still. The terrorist circled his tongue around Holly's, and the two tongues jousted and licked each other. Occasionally the terrorist moved in and pressed his lips against Holly's, but the tongues stayed out as much as they were in. For some reason I found this as much as a violation of my wife as the co-pilot sticking his cock in her mouth, and Holly looked way more repulsed by the tongue than she had the earlier cock.

The terrorist slid his hand out of Holly's bra, and moved it down her front. He stuck his hand under the front of her skirt, and lifted it. He pulled it up to her waist to expose her panties. He crudely grabbed her pussy mound, and rubbed up and down over her tight panties. Then he slid his hand in the side of her panty crotch, and rubbed her pussy. Holly gyrated her hips, attempting to evade the invading hand. At least that was what I thought she was doing at first. But then it looked like she was reacting to the touches. She thrust her hips in and out irregularly as he groped her crotch, and squirmed left to right. "Ohh! Ooohooohoo!" she whimpered. The terrorist alternately looked down at her pussy, and then went back to French kissing her.

CHAPTER SIX

The terrorist leader was distracted by the other front terrorist relaying a message from the hijacker in the cockpit. He released Holly from his grip, and she fluttered her eyes and leaned back against the bathroom wall behind her. Her skirt fell back down over her panties, and her tit was back in her bra cup, but her bra was still exposed in the front.

"Perfect, perfect! Too easy!" Said the lead terrorist to the other gun-toting hijacker.

The lead terrorist looked up at the overhead video monitors. It was the first time I noticed that a movie was showing. It must have started when we were in the cockpit. The film was some recent contemporary musical. Which one I didn't know, as I don't like musicals. "Yes, music! You think Muslims don't like music? I like music! And I like sexy women!" He said, smirking at Holly. "Idiot Westerners! You educate your women and send them out to work. A woman like this should only look pretty and dance for you men and try to gratify you."

He turned to the bitchy flight attendant. "Turn up the sound. Get the sound on over the speakers!" He demanded. The flight attendant picked up the phone that was used as the P.A. microphone, placed it next to some headphones, and the tinny and slightly distorted sound blared out of the overhead speakers. Apparently it was good enough for the lead terrorist.

"You!" he said, pointing to Holly. "Dance. Dance while you take off your clothes."

Holly stood motionless, staring wide-eyed at the terrorist.

The terrorist pointed his knife at her, and then looked at me. "He's your husband, yes? Dance, or I'll kill your husband."

Fortunately for me, that got Holly moving. She tentatively started to move her hips from side to side. The terrorist smiled and nodded his approval. Holly ran her hands through her hair, and then shook her hair, as if she wanted to look her best. She didn't know what to do with her hands, and sort of ran them down her side in what was actually a pretty sultry move, whether she meant it to be or not.

"Take off your blouse!" Ordered the terrorist, pointing his knife to her garment.

Holly gave him a wide-eyed look, and then reached up and started to unbutton the remaining buttons of her blouse, pulling the shirttails out of her skirt, and unbuttoning from the bottom up. While still swaying her hips and shoulders side to side, she opened the blouse as wide as it would go, holding it open for a moment, and then slowly slid it off of her shoulders. She danced with the garment behind her back for a moment while working the sleeves off her arms, and then subtly dropped it behind her. Her large smooth pink bra was completely exposed to nearly everybody in the plane as she continued dancing.

The lead terrorist smiled and nodded his approval. So did the second terrorist on the other side of Holly, and the lead terrorist and the one in the rear of the plane shared some approving laugh in Arabic. If he wanted a sexy strip dance, he was getting one. Holly's face looked scared to death, but whether she meant to or not, she was doing a real sultry dance. I knew that Holly was a decent dancer. But I've never really just sat back and watched her moves. They were sexy. And I'd never seen her do a strip tease like this. Instead of praying for her torment and my humiliation to stop, I had to admit to myself that I was dying to watch my wife's humiliating strip continue.

The terrorist and I were thinking along the same lines. "Skirt!" he said, pointing his knife downward.

Holly reached back to unhook her skirt. When the terrorist motioned for her to turn around, she turned her back to the rest of the passengers and me. I watched her trembling hands fumble with the top clasp of her skirt. When that was done, she slowly unzipped the back zipper, while her butt slowly swayed from side to side. Her panties slowly came into view. Holly shook her ass while hooking her thumbs into the sides of her waistband, and started to tug the skirt down her hips. When she pulled it past her rump, she arched her back and stuck her butt out at her audience, and lowered the skirt to her knees. From there the garment fell to her feet, and she deftly stepped out of it without missing a beat with her dancing.

Her tight panties had ridden up a little, and were showing some white ass flesh. The terrorist only moaned, while Holly swayed her ass around like a hula dancer.

He told Holly to turn around, and when she did I could see her panties pulled tightly over her pubic mound. Her panty waistband was low cut, and dipped just a little in front. She continued her sexy swaying, thrusting her pussy forward.

"Bra now!" Ordered the terrorist. After a moment of pause, my wife arched her back, reached behind, and unclasped her bra. She held the garment up with one hand, while lowering her left bra strap, and then her right. Finally when the terrorist raised his knife and nodded again, Holly pulled her hand away from her chest, with the bra still in her hand, and dropped it on the floor at her side.

Immediately her tits began to slowly sway. Her nipples were hard and sticking straight out at her audience. They looked damned good. She could have been a stripper. All of the terrorists laughed and cheered her on.

I glanced around to see virtually everybody staring at my wife's bare chest. There was no hint of chivalry anywhere. In the back of the plane I could detect Kurt and my other two co-workers standing up. They would tell everybody at work about seeing my wife dance topless.

Holly continued moving her hips up and down and in circles. Her hands roamed up and down her sides. She slid them up over her tits once, quickly lifting them and dropping the jiggling jugs. She ran her hands up through her hair again, and then rested her left hand behind her on her hip, thrusting her chest out.

The terrorist pointed his knife at her panties. Holly didn't hesitate this time, and obediently grabbed the sides of her panties. She stretched out the waistband, alternating left and right, lifting each up and then pulling it down, as her dancing focused on her thrusting pelvis.

The tiny panties started to roll down her legs as my wife bent her knees and leaned forward, and her brown pubic hair came into view. Holly continued dancing as she pulled the panties down to mid-thigh, and left them there for a moment while she rubbed her hips and sides again. There was a whistle from the terrorist in the rear, and the lead terrorist moaned and smiled while staring at her pussy point-blank. Holly moved her feet together to let her panties fall, and they slowly rode down her legs, until she had do squat down to push them off her feet.

Holly turned her back to her audience, spread her legs, and wiggled her ass. Her tan lines approximately delineated where her thighs ended and where her ass cheeks started. Her butt looked bigger than it had before her pregnancy, but it was still round. For some reason I fixated on her ass crack, seeing it exposed to others for the first time.

Holly turned around again and continued her sultry nude dance for the terrorist's pleasure. She spread her legs slightly and bent her knees, her hands continuing to roam all over her naked body.

The lead terrorist laughed, threw his left arm around Holly's bare waist, and groped her right tit. Holly lowered her head, her hair hanging over her face. After trading some laughs with the second terrorist at the front, the second terrorist also approached Holly, and he felt her left tit with his left hand. They roughly squeezed and grabbed her tits, as they bobbled all over the place. 

The lead terrorist pushed Holly against the cabin door, leaned over, and planted his mouth on Holly's tit. The second terrorist did the same. Holly let out a loud moan as she had her two tits sucked on by the Arabs. I saw her glance up and around. Everybody was still watching her.

The two men used their free hands to grope my wife's ass, and run their hands over her pussy mound. Holly squirmed and writhed, emitting little moans and squeals, throwing her head back, but not fighting at all. 

The third terrorist, in the back of the plane, hollered out something in Arabic, the lead terrorist answered him. Then the lead terrorist said to Holly, "He wants to feel your tits, too. Go to the back of the plane." Holly was released from her grip. She glanced at me briefly, then back at the first terrorist, and then started walking towards the back of the plane. The plane was hitting some turbulence, and Holly walked slowly, holding onto the seats as she walked, her naked tits jiggling. I could see heads turning to watch her as she walked by each row. Her ass looked pretty good jiggling down the aisle.

Holly reached the rear of the plane. The rear terrorist reached out and groped her tits, while Holly steadied herself by hanging onto a seat, her legs spread. The terrorist also reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy, and squeezed her jiggling ass. 

"Now, everybody! Let everybody feel you!" Yelled the rear terrorist. He pointed his weapon at the man in the very rear aisle seat, and said, "Feel her up." When he hesitated, the terrorist turned to Holly again, and said, "Tell him you want him to feel your tits. Say it – 'Feel my tits'!"

After some rehearsal, Holly was forced to say to the passenger, "Feel my tits," in a weak wavering voice. Finally the passenger reached out, and touched Holly's left breast. He looked at the terrorist as he did, and the terrorist apparently told him to feel them harder or something. I couldn't make out his exact words from the other end of the plane. All I could see was this man getting more aggressive while he felt my wife's tits. Soon another man was reaching out for Holly and feeling her up. 

The back terrorist made Holly turn to the opposite side of the aisle, and repeat her "Feel my tits" line. Men from the aisle, middle, and window seats stood up and felt her tits. The terrorist said something else, and the guy on the aisle seat reached around and felt her ass. 

The terrorist was taking Holly up the aisle, and making everybody feel Holly, while Holly repeated such lines as "feel my ass," and "rub my hairy pussy." Apparently the first English words this guy learned were the dirty ones. She was made to lean forward while men felt her dangling tits, and spread her legs so others could cup and rub her pussy. "Pinch my nipples." "I'm naughty, spank me." "Coffee, tea, or me?"

In about the fourth row from the back, I spotted my three co-workers, Kurt, Alex, and Neal. Holly leaned forward letting her tits dangle, while Kurt in the middle reached out and played with her. He was the first of the passengers to have a smile on his face while he groped my wife. Neal was in the aisle seat, and I watched helplessly as he inserted his middle finger into her pussy and rapidly finger fucked her. Alex also grabbed a tit and pulled on her nipple. Damn! Those bastards will tell EVERYBODY how they fondled my naked wife!

Holly continued up the aisle, repeating her lines to the passengers, and everybody getting their feels in, even some women. The drunk that had earlier groped her had woken up and played with her tits, as did the old guy that had sat on the other side of Holly. And so did the two guys that had sat on either side of me. 

The rear terrorist rushed things a bit as he got closer to the front, but most passengers managed to get their feels in. As Holly was deposited back at the front of the plane, the second terrorist had pulled out a beverage cart to get himself a pop. He pushed the cart into the aisle. He threw a blanket over the cans on top of the cart, grabbed Holly by the waist, picked her up, and dropped her butt on the cart. Holly squealed as the rear terrorist pulled her backwards, and laid her flat on her back on the cart, her legs dangling over the other edge. The second terrorist grabbed her hips, burrowed his head between her splayed legs, and began eating her muff. Holly squealed again, as the rear terrorist felt her tits as they sat up on her chest. The lead terrorist also reached over the cart and played with one of the tits, as Holly squirmed and writhed.




Air Travel Torment



The rear terrorist got distracted by a passenger further back, and left the cart. But the guy was just trying to get a better look. So the two front terrorists pushed the beverage cart, with the squealing and kicking Holly, down the aisle. 

After that fun was over, the lead terrorist lifted Holly off the cart, and pushed the unsteady women down onto a seat armrest, her bare butt hanging off of it and onto some guy's lap. The leader then unzipped his pants and pulled out a long dark hard cock. He aimed it at Holly's mouth, and told her to "suck it!" Holly whimpered and tried to turn away, but the terrorist grabbed her hair and made her turn to his cock. My wife reluctantly opened her mouth, and slid it onto the leader's cock. She started to suck it slowly, but that wasn't good enough for the terrorist. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands, and thrust his pelvis in and out at a high speed, raping Holly's mouth.

"Guck, guck guck!" I could hear Holly choking on the cock as it hit the back of her throat, her head bobbing, and her hair and her tits shaking. Her hair was hanging over her face most of the time, but I could tell that her expression was not one of pleasure. Good, I thought, choke the bitch on that big dark thing.

The terrorist kept one hand on her head while reaching above Holly and grabbing one of those cell phones that are affixed to the back of the headrest. He reached down with it, and circled the corner of it around Holly's labia. Was he going to try to put it in? It MIGHT fit. C'mon, work it in! Well, he didn't get it all the way in, but he stretched her pussy out enough to get an inch or two in, and slowly fucked her with the phone. 

The terrorist pulled his cock out of Holly's mouth. He slapped his cock down on her chest, and made her sit up straighter, and wrap her tits around his cock. From my side view from the front of the plane, I could see my wife holding her white tits firmly around the darker, glistening cock. The lead terrorist thrust up and down. I could see his dick head appearing and reappearing out the top of Holly's cleavage. Holly never liked it when I climbed on her chest and tried to fuck her tits. So she deserved having her tits raped. 

The lead terrorist made Holly stand up, and turn around. He bent her over the hand rest, her bare ass sticking up into the air, out into the aisle, her feet on the aisle floor. He was aiming his cock between her legs. YES! FUCK HER! LET ME SEE YOU RAPE MY WIFE'S PUSSY! 

Holly squealed when she felt the cock head start to slide into her pussy. I couldn't see her face, but she was lying facedown across the aisle seat. Her head must have been on the lap of the passenger there. The lead terrorist put his hands on her hips, thrust in deeply, and began pumping in and out. Holly's ass jiggled and rippled as he slammed into it. "OOOOOH! OHHHHH!" That's it, make that bitch squeal!

The two other terrorists stood on either side of Holly and the leader. They were watching with big smiles, and cheering on their leader. All of the passengers that I could see were watching, too. Many men were standing, peering over the headrests and leaning into the aisles, to get a better view of my wife getting doggie fucked. Over the sound of the plane's engines, I could hear flesh slapping on flesh. "OOOH! OHHH!"

It didn't take long for the leader to grunt his announcement that he was coming. He thrust slower and deeper a few times. Then he slid his cock out of Holly's pussy, and jerked it a few times on her ass to let the remnants of his ejaculation dribble on her ass and back. 

As soon as the lead terrorist backed away from Holly, the second terrorist at the front pulled her up onto her wobbly feet. The row ahead of where Holly had just been fucked was where Holly had had her original seat, between the drunk and the old guy. Now the second terrorist told the old guy to move over to the empty middle seat. The second terrorist then sat down in the aisle seat, pulling his pants down. He pulled my naked wife into the row, and made her straddle him. He pulled her down on his lap, facing him, her knees up on either side of him. I could hear Holly squeal again as he apparently made her slide down onto his hard cock. From my angle I could see Holly's right butt cheek. She was thrusting her pelvis in and out, fucking the terrorist. Her tits were at his eye level, and he had his head buried between them. Holly's head was above the level of the headrests, so she was looking backwards at the passengers in the rear half of the plane. And they were looking back at her.

The second terrorist made Holly turn around. She then sat back on his lap, with her back to him, facing the front of the plane. He fucked her again, while grabbing both of her tits. I could now see Holly's face above the headrests. Her mouth was wide open, occasionally omitting loud moans. Her eyes went from closed, to half-open, to wide open, to rolling up into the back of her head. She looked around at all of the passengers in the front of the plane, most of who were looking at her. At one point she made eye contact with me. Then she stared vacantly while squealing, her head and shoulders bobbing up and own. "Ahhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Haaa, Ahhhhhh!"

Holly began to thrash wildly. She wailed and squealed, throwing her head back, shaking her hair. I have fucked my wife to orgasm many times, but I've never seen her react like this before. It was like some fake porn film orgasm. But she appeared to be reacting naturally. "AHH! AHHH! OHHHHHHHH!" She then clenched her jaw, and grunted in a very unladylike way. "UNNNNGH! URGHH!"

The second terrorist apparently had finished his orgasm, for he stopped pumping, and sat back in the seat. But Holly wasn't done. She had stopped her wailing, but continued to ride back on his cock, working her hips from side to side. I've seen her do this when I accidentally came first, and she wanted to either finish a long orgasm, or a second shorter one. It was sort of embarrassing, though, seeing my wife still humping away after her captor told her to stop.

The third, rear terrorist grabbed Holly's arm and made her climb off of the second terrorist's lap, and cock. He forced her to stand in the middle of the aisle, facing the front, and bend over. She put her ass up in the air, and put her hands on hand rests on either side of the aisle. The third terrorist, standing behind her, kicked her feet wide apart. Then he dropped his pants, and aimed his cock at her pussy. He fucked her hard, his hands on her hips, resting his pistol on her back. Holly hung her head down, her hair hanging over her face. Her tits dangled straight down, and swung in every direction – sometimes in unison, but sometimes independent of each other. There were passengers on either side of her staring point-blank at her revolving tits and rippling ass. I could hear her emit sad wails. "Whhhoooo." 

Everybody was still standing up and leaning over, watching her get fucked in the aisle in the middle of the plane. I looked back and saw that the fourth terrorist had stepped out of the cockpit, and was also watching. The cockpit door was open, and it appeared that the pilot and co-pilot had their hands tied behind their seats, and the plane was on autopilot. 

The lead terrorist stepped forward toward Holly. He whipped his cock back out, and make Holly lift her head, and suck his cock while still getting fucked doggie style in the aisle.

The "rear" terrorist came with little fanfare, and pulled out of Holly's pussy. The lead terrorist tried to drag her back up to the front of the plane. But the spent Holly stumbled and fell onto her knees, right at my feet. She looked up at me, and I looked down at her.

The lead terrorist chuckled. "You want her now? You can have her." He made Holly unbuckle and unzip my pants while I remained seated in an aisle seat, my hands still tied behind my back. My hard cock popped out when she pulled my pants over them. "Suck it!" He ordered Holly. Holly lowered her head down onto my throbbing red cock, and wrapped her lips around it. 

My wife had sucked my cock before, but never this well. She took it deeper than usual, and kept more pressure on the shaft with her lips. She occasionally licked it like an ice cream cone, and slid her tongue down over my balls. And she sucked faster. I was getting ready to cum quickly, when the terrorist made her stop. SHIT!

But then he made Holly climb onto my lap and straddle me, facing me. Her gooey pussy slid down easily on my stiff cock, and she quickly got into a fast rhythm humping into me. I couldn't help clamping my lips on her right tit, and flicked my tongue over her stiff nipple. 

I didn't last another minute. With my head nuzzled between her tits, I shot a long stream of cum into her pussy. Holly only sighed, and rested her head on my shoulder. 

Then the second terrorist grabbed her again. He laid down on the aisle floor a few rows behind me, and made Holly straddle him. She lowered her pussy down over his cock, and fucked him, her tits hanging over his face. 

The lead terrorist then stood behind the pair. He knelt behind Holly between the second terrorist's legs. With the second terrorist fucking up into her pussy, that only left one hole in the vicinity that was vacant. He was going to fuck my bride's virgin ass. 

He spread her cheeks, and poked his shiny cock at her little asshole. Holly moaned when he began working it in. "Oh, no, please!" It took some time, but the lead terrorist appeared to have his whole cock sliding in and out of her asshole, while the second terrorist fucked up into her from underneath. The three writing bodies wobbled in the aisle.

The third, rear terrorist climbed around the aisle until he was kneeling close to Holly's head. He grabbed her left hand, and forced her to stroke his cock. 

The fourth terrorist, watching from outside the cockpit, now approached, climbed over the bodies, and knelt on Holly's right side, opposite of the third terrorist. He whipped out his dry cock, and made Holly jerk him off, too. 

It looked like a can of worms to me, five bodies wriggling and jerking around, with my naked wife the focal point in the center. She was taking four cocks at once; one in her pussy, one in her ass, and two in her hands. 

The four terrorists were laughing and joking, in between moans and groans. They had laid their weapons down, and were slapping Holly's tits and spanking her ass. They were having a fine ol' time. Holly was silent, her body writhing in all directions.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Suddenly, a dozen or more passengers leapt onto the bodies. They grabbed the weapons, and grabbed the terrorists. There was a momentary struggle, but once the weapons were extricated, the terrorists were far outnumbered, and were quickly overpowered by multiple men on each of them.

The flight attendants un-cuffed the air marshals, and untied the pilots. The air marshals then took control, using their cuffs on two of the terrorists and tying all four of their hands and feet. I was still tied up. 

Through the flurry of activity in the aisles, Holly emerged, standing up, and milling about in a naked daze. Finally she seemed so snap out of it, and hurried to the front of the plane. At that time the pilot got on the intercom, and ordered everybody back to their seats for immediate landing. Holly was trying to get to her clothes when the bitchy stewardess ordered her back to her seat and gave her a push. Holly quickly reached down and managed to grab her blouse, skirt, and shoes, before she was nearly trampled by people scurrying to their seats. I saw her throw her blouse over her braless torso, pull her skirt over her bare butt, and quickly hop into her seat, holding her shoes.

Finally I got Scotty's attention, and had him untie my hands. By the time I got my pants back up, everybody else was back in their seat. The only open seat available was my original seat. 

As we descended, I saw Holly, back across the aisle, putting on her shoes. Everybody was now leaning back and ready for landing. But I noticed many of the nearby men still looking over at Holly. And the drunk had somehow managed to find more liquor. He was sloppy drunk again, and running his hand up Holly's thigh. Holly made no attempt to combat him. She was just too physically and emotionally wasted. 

So while we descended through the clouds, I watched the drunk rub my wife's pussy under her skirt, and reach into her blouse and feel her tits. Holly looked over at me, with a defeated expression. I could only shrug my shoulders, and watch – again. And then the older bespectacled man in the aisle seat subtly rubbed her left tit with the back of his hand, and when Holly didn't say anything, he felt her tits, too.

When the plane hit the runway, the pilots immediately steered to a remote location away from gates. I could see fire trucks and other emergency vehicles with their lights on, waiting for us. 

The plane came to a halt. The emergency exits were quickly opened, and the emergency chutes unfolded. There was a scamper for the exits. I was pushed into the aisle, ahead of Holly, and with the crowd surging forward I couldn't get to her. I slid down the emergency chute, landing roughly on the pavement, and looked back for Holly. 

I spotted Holly standing at the exit, preparing to slide down. She tried to gingerly sit down and slide off, holding her skirt down. But the drunk was right behind her, and he sat down behind her with his legs wrapped around her, and put his hands around her body, cupping her braless tits. As Holly slid down the chute, she reached up to fend off the hands on her tits. Her skirt flew up, exposing her naked pussy, her dark pubic hair easily detectable by everyone looking up. Her bare butt hit the chute, and her sticky flesh slowed her ascent. He pushed the drunk off of her chest, and now her braless tits bobbled freely in her sheer blouse. I heard a couple of guys, either passengers or emergency workers, whistle at her show. She landed hard, but was caught by two firemen at the bottom. 

Before I could even get to her, Holly was grabbed by her arms by two big men in dark suits and sunglasses, led to a nearby sedan, and sped away. I was left milling around the tarmac with the rest of the passengers, in a daze. 

I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was Kurt. I looked back. When he saw me looking, he slid his middle finger under his nose, and took a big whiff. "Mmm, that sure smells good." Alex and Neal laughed at his crude joke. 

Neal looked over in my direction. "Coffee, tea, or me," he said, and all three of my co-workers laughed.

I had no idea when I'd see Holly again, or when we'd be free to go. But I figured that when we were free, the first thing I'd be doing is looking for a car to rent to drive us home.

THE END