Sorry for the format by the way, it was spaced out way better on my wordpad file.
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Our honeymoon began a week after our wedding. Myself and my newly married wife J were looking forward to letting loose on our first trip to Hawaii that either of us had never been to. We had built up so much stress from wedding planning and purposely abstaining from sex that we were both ready to explode. We wanted to wait and make the sexual tension almost unbearable, so we could really tear into each other at our private condo with no worries to stop us. It was working. I had foolishly obliged to not even so much as masturbate, and it was almost causing me to hallucinate! I would think about fucking her at work, in my dreams, in the shower, it seemed inescapable. Sleep became hard to come by as my over active imagination would not calm down. Multiple times I tried to grope her in her sleep and trick her into letting me fuck her. The image in my head of her lower back and ass grooving into my cock like a seductive striptease was haunting me, but to no avail were my attempts accepted.
When it was finally time to leave, we left and boarded our plane to Hawaii. Our flight had us leaving at 2am, which meant it was sleepy time for just about everyone else on the plane. I was dressed lazily in some pajamas and a t shirt for the flight, while J wanted to be ready for Hawaii as soon as we touched down, had a bright sundress on. I thought to myself if she was doing that on purpose, because she knows how much it turns me on to have the ability to lift her dress up and expose her sexy legs and thick thighs; even more torture.
After about 10 minutes of being in the air and noticing that everyone in our back section of the plane was either sporting blindfolds or just plain passed out, I decided to make my move. I reached down to the bottom of her dress and slowly started to bunch it up towards her waist. When I got about halfway up her thigh she clasped her hands down on her dress and exclaimed while giggling, "What are you doing?!"
"What?" I hissed, trying to show that I wanted to be playful. "I've been waiting for what seems like 1,000 years. I just want to touch your body, that's all..."
"Honey no!" She said with a smile on her face. Whenever she said no but seemed happy, I knew I just had to press her a little bit more. She's pretty conservative for the most part, but as our relationship matured and our instincts grew more wild and carnal, she became more and more willing to do risky things. All she needed was for it to seem like she 'had to do it' otherwise she would be 'lame'. I loved it. Everytime she let herself go a little bit more, it signified to me that she was losing her conservative side and embracing her entrancing sexual prowess that she didn't know she had. In my wildest fantasies she would be a totally submissive slut for me: She would beg for me to allow her to suck my cock, and cry out about her sopping wet pussy, and how it only feels right when I'm inside of her. She would be completely insatiable and thank me for corrupting her into my permanent fuck toy. I can't even talk about it without losing myself into fantasy.
"Babe, look. The plane is almost pitch black, and everyone is asleep and can't see us. We'll be fine, just relax and keep an eye out..."
Just as I had predicted, she quietly laughed to herself incredulously and begrudgingly loosened her grip on her dress. I motioned for her to lift her butt up as I pulled the dress up from under her, her neon lace panties now clearly visible as her dress rested on the top of her thighs.
To her eternal dismay, she could never hide her body's need for sex, and as I gently rubbed the top of her panties over her sensitive area, I could feel how the excitement was already seeping through the material.
"Wow, seems like I'm not the only one who wants to play..." I laughed with a smug look on my face.
"Shut up..." she responded in a playful tone as she tapped my chest with the back of her knuckles.
"I think it's about time we got rid of the panties." She shifted a bit as she went to move them to the side, revealing her well trimmed 'welcome mat' as it were. I took a brief examination and added,
"Yeah...that's not gonna work, you're gonna have to take them off." She protested as I forcefully grabbed the waist of her thong. During the resistance I stopped and grabbed the side of her head and pulled her close to me, intently staring into her eyes, I told her,
"Listen to me, now this thing is coming off either with you obeying me, or me ripping them off, now what do you want to do ?!"
"No, seriously, that's too-"
Before she could finish, I pulled my hand off her head and in one quick motion ripped her panties in half from the top to bottom of the front, lacey portion. Her hands milliseconds too late to stop me. She immediately stiffened up and turned her head to check if anyone had heard, which they hadn't. As she turned to face me, I could see her panicked and excited breathing, signaling that any further resistance on her end would be extinguished by anymore dominance by me, her lust taking over her body and mind.
"No really, you have to stop, I'm not joking anymore!" She weakly exclaimed to me in a hushed voice. A response I was not wanting to hear, so in my own response, I grabbed the back of her hair, with the intent of making her feel VERY forced into this situation and angrily whispered to her,
"Give in."
"What?!"
"Give. In. Now."
With that I pushed her legs apart and quickly slid my middle and ring fingers inside of her gushing pussy with almost no effort at all. As if I wasn't already hard enough, the feeling of her love juices drove me over the edge. There is nothing in this world to me that feels better than J's hot, wet, pussy when she is truly turned on. It feels like the interior of her walls are sloppily making out with every inch of my swolen cock, and sloppy is how I like it.
Her reaction was just as legendary. She arched slightly in one fast motion as her head sprung back and her mouth wide open, as if watching a pornstar have an orgasm on mute. Grabbing the collar areas of my shirt and burying her head into my shoulder, she whimpered a lone "fuck..." into my chest. With my other hand, I lifted her chin up with one finger and looked into her eyes deeply and as sincere as I could muster.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" I said in pandering, childish voice as I knew I had asserted my dominance into this little in flight game we were having.
"No...I mean...I don't-" she started in between gasps of what I'm sure was very difficult to keep quiet.
I let her regain a bit of composure, hand frozen in place. After she took a reassuring look around to make sure our fellow cabin-mates were none the wiser, I decided to inch my fingers slowly in and out as to tease her.
"Do you want me to make you feel good?"
"Yes..." she responded with a slight hesitation.
"Yes what?" As I pulled my fingers out until my fingerprints were just touching the opening, and holding them there, frozen in time.
"Yes PLEASE!" She begged in a soft moan, just the thing I wanted to hear.
The crescendo of excitment erupted as I jammed my skillful fingers back inside of her sexy, dripping hole. Her pussy felt amazing; the sensations I felt from my fingers were sending sentimental feelings to my own throbbing cock. I closed my eyes for moment and tried to translate these intense feelings into images of her riding me. The stimulations were just enough to be frustrating and not enough to be really fulfilling. I wondered to myself that if I were to somehow be able to come just from doing this, would I allow it? It would be a first, but I'd be wasting a huge load of cum that I was saving for J's face and tongue (with a nice pic to remember it by, of course), or deep into her pussy and probably get her pregnant. I smoothly shifted from slow to fast movements, seeing in my mind a perfectly positioned piston bobbing in and out at just the right angles as to work it fast and hot.
J quickly covered her mouth with one hand and grabbed my bicep with the other. The perfect symbol of how my lady likes it; hot and hard from her man.
"What's happening right now, J?" I asked in a matter of fact voice.
Confused, she replied between long, drawn out gasps, "What?"
"Tell me what's happening to you right now!"
"I don't *AH*, I don't know.." Her timid nature making her play coy.
"You're getting fucked on plane right now, that's what's happening. And you fucking love it, don't you? If you don't love it, I can stop. Do you love it or do you want me to stop?!"
"I love it, I love it, please-*ah*, please don't stop fucking me" She got out, the most definite of the responses I had gotten from her yet. With that, I went to town. Different ways, angles, positions, curving up, straight on, I wanted her so badly, and I was having a hard time containing my excitement and sticking to one way. After a couple minutes I threw my mouth onto hers and kissed her rough and erotically.
When we kissed during sex, it was always magical. Sometimes we would kiss while going very slow, and it was drive us up the wall emotionally until we quickly slammed it into 5th gear and screamed out in passion. Sometimes we would go so hard and passionately that we would leave our marks on each other, saliva overflowing our mouths and all over our faces and bodies.
This time, however, was us both showing off. We both pressed into each other hard and were trying to win an oral pleasure game we were competing in. I would dive in deep with my tongue and try to feel every inch of hers, the feelings of the texture pushing me to work harder and faster. J would then push back and swish her tongue in my mouth rapidly and aggressively, sometimes pulling out to lick and bite my lower lip while she muffled her moans under waves of pleasure.
This was it for me though, that put me at my horniest. When I have touched, kissed, and teased her enough into being a wild sexy beast, the thrill is indescribable. It makes me want to strip us both down naked and fuck like animals right in the middle of the public eye, completely soaked in a combination of pussy juice, sweat and cum. That point where you're so insatiable that the physical dirtiness just adds to the fire and sexuality.
Just then, I pulled my fingers back out of their favorite place and desparately begged her,
"Please baby, I can't take this anymore, I need you. I need your body, I need to cum or I'm gonna go fucking crazy!"
"Oh my god yes! I need it too! I need you in my mouth, and I need you in my pussy. I want you to cum inside of me!"
"Oh my fucking god!" I exclaimed, lost in an ocean of hedonistic pleasure. We then made out some more, sloppily latching tongues on tongues. She eventually gained momentum and pushed into me as if she was beating me in an arm wrestling match. She pushed me away from her mouth and peered out past me to look out down the aisle. The sight of her lightly ravaged body and hair, catching glimpses of crazy lust in her eyes and she looked added to the insanity of the moment. I of course, wasted no time lifting her skirt as she bent over me and grabbed my favorite ass in the world, squeezing the soft flesh of her cheeks.
Right after I clasped on though, she popped back down rather quickly and made the motion to me to act casual. I composed myself and looked down the aisle to see a flight attendant walking down the aisle coming towards us. As I wiped the sweat from my forehead and J teased her hair to a more normal state, the attendant passed us nonchalantly.
After a few seconds we looked at each other and mouthed a 'phew' to each other. With the rhyhym now disrupted, we took a little bit to compose ourselves. My impatience demanding action, I turned to J and asked,
"So what now?"
"Well," she replied, "How about this? I'll head to the bathroom. After a few minutes I'll text you and unlock the door, and you come in and join me." My little mastermind, planning with purpose and much sexual excitement. I nodded and groped her thighs and ass as she moved past me to get to the aisle.
I sat there in awe as I waited for the text. I could hardly believe we were about to join the mile high club, and reminisced how far we had come since our first timid sexual encounters. I must have been tapping my foot against the floor at about 5 times per second in anticipation, phone in hand and eyes glued to the dark screen.
Finally, salvation came from my notification sound as my phone lit up like the lights of heaven, only to find a lengthier text message than I thought I would receive:
"Hey babe, so this is my game. I'm going to keep our promise and make us wait until we get to our hotel room before I let you put it in
Enjoy your torture! Love you! I'll be out in a little bit."It was at that point I had to find a shovel to pick my jaw up from off the floor.
To be continued....