I don't know what’s come over me.

And my husband.

A few weeks ago, sex was the last thing on my mind. I never thought about it. I really didn’t miss it and I had other priorities. Then my husband fucked me with abandon, and now that’s all I’m thinking about. I’ve never used the word ‘fuck,’ but now it feels as natural as saying anything.

I don’t know what recharged (supercharged?) our sex life, but I’m not going to burn energy trying to figure it out. I used to think that all he cared about was golf. He’s always on one golf course or another. But now he seems ready for sex, too.

When my girlfriend invited me to go to Vegas for a concert, my husband was so supportive I sucked his cock as a thank you. But now I’m feeling a little guilty over what happened on the plane en route to Vegas.

To save a little money that would probably be lost to casinos, I caught a red eye to Vegas. I was surprised that the flight was practically empty. I decided to move towards the back of the plane so that I could get a nap in before landing. I decided comfort was more important than looking good on the airplane, so I dressed in a comfortable sundress and sandals. It hugged my tits, showed cleavage, and fanned out below. I had a sweater to keep warm, a small carry-on bag, and my purse.

The flight attendants were friendly when I boarded. Especially the male attendant that looked me over and wasn’t shy about it. I could feel his eyes probing, trying to decide what might be under my dress.

I think I’m still attractive for a late fifties grandmother. I’m five feet three inches tall and still have reasonably firm 34DD breasts, a flat stomach, nice ass, and strong legs. Since my husband has fired me up sexually, I have started using my full closet of clothes to dress nicer. I think I look good because my husband has been fucking me senseless lately. My hair is blonde going to gray, but I think it looks good. Not bragging, but I’d call myself a GILF.

The flight was scheduled to take two and a half hours, and after the plane was airborne, I relaxed. The lights had been dimmed, and I was still surprised at the sparseness of the plane.

After being airborne twenty minutes or so, the male attendant walked by and said, “This flight is so empty we’ve decided to comp everyone a drink. What can I get you?”

Before I replied, I noticed a bulge in his slacks. Without any forethought, I reached out and squeezed his semi-rigid cock. He didn’t look surprised, looked around, then bend down and kissed me.

He quickly straightened up, and I released my grip on his dick and said, “I’d like a glass of wine.”

He walked away to retrieve my order, and I was amazed at what I had done. My pussy was wet, and I could actually feel my juices moving inside of me.

What had come over me?

In a million years I would never have touched anyone except my husband, and now I had just groped a stranger. And I wanted more.

After a few minutes, the attendant returned and said, “I’m sorry, but we’re out of white wine, and I didn’t ask what you wanted. Why don’t you accompany me to the back, and I’ll show you what we have?”

He walked away, and I stood up to follow him. The plane looked deserted and the lights were still dim, but had it been crowded and lit up, I still would have followed.

As soon as we were in the back of the plane, he pulled the separation curtains closed. He turned and pulled me into his arms, and we kissed like we were in heat. His mouth pressed against mine, prying my lips apart and sticking his thick tongue in my mouth. I greedily sucked his tongue, and I felt his hands touching my ass, squeezing my breasts, and pushing his now rock hard cock into my crotch. It felt like a brick in his pants.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I said into his ear.

I fumbled with his belt, unbuckled his pants, and reached for his swollen cock, freeing it. I slid down and, with his pants down around his feet, kissed the head of his dick. His cock was a huge purple mushroom already dripping clear pre-cum. He tasted salty and I sucked. I sucked as he tangled my hair in his fists and started face fucking me.

I gagged slightly as he rammed my mouth with his engorged dick, but after a minute I wanted to feel his dick inside me, so I pulled away, drooling, wiped my mouth, and told him, “Fuck me, NOW!”

He lifted my dress and turned me facing away from him. He ripped off my panty and with his left arm around my waist, pushed the center of my back with his right hand. I was now bent over, and I reached out and steadied myself as he placed his cock at the entrance of my bald slit. Properly positioned, he slowly forced his thick cock into my hungry cunt.

His cock was five and a half inches or so long, but incredibly thick, and I groaned as he filled me. I felt like I was literally being split apart and loved it. I could feel his cock pulsating as he pushed deep into me.

When he bottomed out, he held still. I think he was savoring the feeling of a tight pussy on an older woman.

“Oh fuck! You are so tight! Your pussy is hot!”

I didn’t know if anyone could hear us, but didn’t care as I pushed back at him. I needed to get fucked. He started slowly thrusting, burying his thick meat stick and slowly pulling out until only his cock head was in me, hesitate, then thrust back in.

I wanted to be fucked, hard. I pushed back again and again until he picked up his pace and started pounding me. You could hear his body and balls slapping against my smooth ass. It felt glorious and I wanted to scream. As he fucked me and pushed his fat cock into me the feeling was indescribable. I felt slutty. I relished it. Wanted it.

As I was rammed from behind, fucked by a stranger, he pinched my left nipple. It was erotic and painful at the same time and I exploded in a massive climax .

“Oh my gawd! I’m cumming!” I yelled out.

As he clasped his hand over my mouth to keep me from more screaming he tensed up and I felt his cock pulsating and filling me with his warm sperm. I squeezed his cock as tightly as I could as he drained his seed into me while he pumped like a wild man.

Waves of ecstasy flowed over me and I felt powerful. I felt control. I felt dominant. All these feelings from seducing and fucking a man I didn’t know and would never see again.

We came down from our sexual high. His cock shrank and plopped out of me. Immediately I was dripping his sperm and my fluids and felt it oozing down my legs. But I turned around and kissed him, then kneeled and licked him clean. His cock had receded, but still was thick as I took him in my mouth. As I sucked, I felt him respond, but he said, “As much as I want to fuck you I have to get back to work. Can I get your number.”

I simply said, “No.”

I stood up, shaking, and tried to rearrange myself. My panty was torn and in shambles. I took off what remained of it and said, “You should keep this as a souvenir .”

He handed me some paper towels and I cleaned up as best I could. He had pulled up his pants and was straightening himself up.

After a few moments, he looked at me and said, “That was incredible.”

I stepped into the lavatory just a few feet away and closed and locked the door. I gathered up my dress and sat to pee. As my pale yellow stream started, I hoped it would flush out all his sperm and my sexual fluids.

I finished, washed my hands and adjusted my hair. Luckily I don’t use much makeup, I looked flushed, but for the most part okay.

I returned to my seat sexually sated. I wanted to feel guilty, but I didn’t.

I must have fallen asleep because suddenly the plane lurched as the wheels hit the ground.

We had just landed. A few minutes later as I deplaned, I passed the attendant that had just fucked me.

He smiled.

“I Hope you had a wonderful flight.”

I returned the smile and said, “Probably the best ever.”

It was a good thing that my sundress nearly reached the floor because I was still leaking.

I caught a Lyft to my friend's hotel room at Caesar’s and luckily she was out. It gave me a chance to shower and eliminate the smell of sex that had flooded the interior of the Lyft vehicle. The driver could smell it and looked at me with eyes full of lust. He gave me his cell number and said, “Call me, I’d love to show you Vegas.”

In the shower, I thought of what had happened in the plane and smiled.

It felt good.

After showering, I called my husband to tell him I had arrived safely. I wanted to have phone sex, but my pussy was swollen and tender from the thick cock that the flight attendant had pounded me with.

“Hi honey. I made it to Vegas. What are you doing? It sounds like someone is with you.”

“No, I wish. It’s just some movie I fell asleep to waiting for your call. How was the flight?”

I wanted to tell him I had been fucked by someone other than him for the first time in thirty years. I wanted to tell him I was now a mile high club member. I wanted to tell him I wished I had come to Vegas alone to find someone else to seduce and fuck. I wanted to tell him I might get fucked in a Lyft.

This is what I said. “I wish you were here. I’d make your head explode. I wish you could eat my pussy right now. It’s missing you.” As I said it I knew he would have been tasting another man’s cum. I wondered what it would feel like to get fucked while he watched.

I thought I heard someone talking in the background, but figured it was Netflix.

“I miss you too, I promise I’ll take care of that when you’re home. It’s late and I have to get up early for a tee time.”

“Are you playing with some guys or Barbara? She’s really nice looking.” I wondered if he ever wanted to fuck her. “How you concentrate playing with her? Anyway, have fun. Love you.”

After hanging up, I fell asleep with my right hand covering my warm, swollen cunt.

I dreamt about airplanes.

POST SCRIPT:

My wife called as I was lying in Barbara’s martial bed. She had just finished riding me Cowgirl style.

Speaking to my wife made me think she was exhausted from her flight. I wondered if anyone had hit on her. She looked good when she left home.

(To Be Continued)