Laid Over

My wife Caroline and I were flying home, after a week of finally being free. It had been years since we'd had a chance to take a vacation together, just the two of us, without the kids. We had spent an amazing week in Hawaii and were now tanned and relaxed. We lounged on the beach each day and fucked like newlyweds every night. Caroline always had a gym-toned body, which looked especially fantastic after our time in the sun. Even after two babies, her waist was as slender as the day I met her. Her ass was firm but large, and I still couldn't see it without wanting to give it a firm smack. She had a smile that lit up any room and something sparkling, yet smoldering, in her eyes that hinted at how great she was in bed. I hadn't gotten to experience that as often as either of us wanted since we started a family, but God damn had this last week been fun.

Caroline had thick, sultry lips and gave incredible blowjobs... an innate talent, I told myself. She was a virgin when we met, and my dick being the only one ever in her pussy was something we both cherished. My wife sure didn't fuck like a virgin though. She loved cumming, and I loved getting her there. She kept her pubes saved into a thin landing strip, and I loved to look up at it as she rode my face, her long, blonde hair framing her pretty face, while my hands squeezed those ass cheeks I loved so much. Sadly, anal had always been off limits, but that didn't stop me from trying whenever she'd had a few drinks. I never actually tried to force anything of course; it was more of a running joke... but if it ever happened, she'd hear no complaints from me!

Our plane had landed in Houston for a two-hour layover before our flight home, and I smiled while I watched Caroline's ass swaying sexily in her tight jeans as she walked in front of me through the terminal. My dick stirred as I remembered all the amazing sex we had in Hawaii. I caught up to her, wrapping her hand in mine, and she flashed her gorgeous smile at me. The gate we were headed to was now in sight, and we had a lot of time to kill.

"Want to grab food?" Caroline asked, looking down the hall for our options.

I squeezed her hand and whispered, "You know there's something I'd love to eat right now."

My wife playfully batted my shoulder. "If you give a mouse a cookie!" she teased me. Caroline was right. When we had sex on a regular basis, my libido went through the roof.

"You know," I said, kissing her on the cheek, "The family bathrooms have locks on the doors." I casually slid my hand down her back, quickly patting her on the ass, before grabbing her hand again.

"You're serious, aren't you?" my wife asked. I smiled mischievously in response, and she paused, apparently actually considering the idea. That was all the encouragement I needed.

"Let's end our vacation with a bang!" I said, glancing back at her as I pulled her toward the nearby bathrooms.

When I locked the door to the private, family bathroom behind us, Caroline was blushing. "What if someone saw us go in here together?!" she said, sounding nervous and embarrassed. "What if there are people waiting outside when we're done? Or if they hear us inside?"

I cut her questions off with a passionate kiss. After a second, her resistance melted, and my wife sucked my bottom lip between hers, biting me lightly. "Fine," she said, moving back to unbutton her jeans. "But it's going to be a quickie." As she stepped out of her shoes and stripped off her pants and lacy, back thong, I kicked my shoes into the corner, followed them with my shirt, and dropped my shorts and boxers to the floor.

Caroline walked to the long sink counter, placing her hands down firmly and looking exasperatedly at me in the mirror. "Well?" she asked, "What are you waiting for?"

My wife was bent over, naked from the waist down, her amazing ass on full display, her legs spread and her puffy, pink pussy lips just visible between the sexy curves of her inner thighs. I don't think my cock had ever been harder.

I grabbed both of her ass cheeks, continuing to squeeze one while I ran my hand down to her pussy. "Fuck you're wet!" I said, a bit surprised.

She stared forward into the mirror, looking my reflection in the eyes, and whispered, "Shhhh! Now, get in there!"

I didn't make her wait even a second longer, sinking the entire length of my cock into her warm, tight pussy. "Fuuuuuuck," I moaned, starting to slowly stroke in and out. I had never turned down an invitation from Caroline for sex and loved that I was the only person she'd ever invited inside her. She's mine and mine alone, I thought, as I kneaded her ass and started to pick up the pace.

I was alternating between staring down at her pussy lips as they hugged the sides of my shaft and watching her in the mirror. My wife's long hair swayed in front of her as I pounded her from behind. She had one hand over her mouth to mute her moans, and the other was frantically rubbing her clit.

The thought of us sitting on the plane home, both knowing that my cum was leaking out of her pussy, making her thong and jeans wet, flashed through my mind. I moved my hands to her hips and held her tight as I pushed my cock deep into her. Hearing her groan, loud even through her hand, put me over the edge.

"Uuuuuuhhhnnnn," I moaned as I felt rope after rope of my cum fill her belly.

"Fuck," Caroline said, looking back at me as I pulled out of her and rested against the wall to our right. "I was so close! Dammit, when I said a quickie I meant a fast one but where I came first!" She turned around, resting her amazing ass on the counter and leaning against the mirror. "You said there was something you wanted to eat," she purred, "Well here's your chance."

I looked at my beautiful wife, desperate for me to make her orgasm, holding her legs wide, and took a deep breath. "Take off your shirt so I can see those perky breasts bouncing while I do it," I said through ragged, post-orgasmic breaths.

Caroline rolled her eyes but stripped off her top and bra as I got on my knees in front of her. I sucked her puffy lips into my mouth and then licked her clit with the fast, hard pressure she loved. She moaned loudly, running her hands through my hair. I looked up at my wife, a smile on my face that she couldn't see, as my tongue moved in circles exactly where she wanted it to. I reached up, taking both of her breasts into my hands.

Just then, I heard the door open. Caroline gasped, and I fell backward to the floor. A blue-shirted TSA Security Agent had entered the locked bathroom.

To be continued.