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Chapter 22
I wake up to giggling coming from the bathroom and roll over to find both of the girls are missing from the bed. I turn to the other side of the bed where the digital clock is and see that it’s 4am. We have four hours until our flight, roughly. At least we’re already in the airport and will probably have a quick time getting through security. But I know we’ll likely need to take the underground train to our terminal so we probably need to get ready soon.
I stumble into the bathroom to find the girls in the large tub already making out; they really are insatiable. “Good morning,” I say groggily as I head to the water closet to empty my bladder.
“Good morning,” the chime together.
I relieve my screaming bladder with a heavy stream as if I hadn’t urinated in days. When I finish, I flush and then climb the two steps to the raised tub and take a spot across from my sister and cousin, my wives, and allow the jets to massage my upper and lower back simultaneously. I breathe in deep and exhale, closing my eyes as I rest my head on the ledge of the tub.
“What time is our flight again?” Angel asks.
“I think it’s at eight,” I tell her. “So, we shouldn’t take too long getting ready since we need to get through security and everything,” I add.
“Well, then you better join us now,” Chelsea says seductively and I open my eyes to both girls enticing me with the most inviting smiles.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I say and then move across the tub and take my spot between them where we take turns kissing, all three pairs of hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Mine mostly travels up and down the girls’ backs and asses as they’re both turned towards me, their incredible tits pressed up against me. Each of them mirrors each other in their actions, each with a hand on my already stiff member while their other hand plays with my hair as they take turns shoving their tongues in mine or each other’s throats.
Angel gets brave and slides her body back and then dunks her head under the water to take my cock into her mouth for a few seconds before coming up for air, giggling as she does. Chelsea takes her lead and they take turns bobbing their heads up and down my cock beneath the surface of the water while the other makes out with me. Until Chelsea suddenly straddles me with her back against me. I hold onto her right breast in one hand while my other hand moves down to her clit and begins rubbing it while she grinds against me. Angel moves to the front of her and sucks on Chelsea’s free tit. It doesn’t take much to get her off as she seems to still be very sensitive still from the activities from the entire day and night before. Once her orgasm subsides, she moves off my cock and allows Angel to take her place with no complaint from me as we give her the same treatment we gave Chelsea.
Angel takes a little longer to bring to orgasm, but I’m still not done by the time she does cum. Chelsea directs me to stand up in the tub while the girls remain on their knees, taking turns wrapping their gorgeous tits around my cock until they finish things off by pressing their tits together around my cock. It was a tricky maneuver but it was fucking hot once we figured it out. When I blast my cum finally, it lands haphazardly in the tub water at first but as my ejaculations explode with less power, it lands on their tits and they press them together to spread my seed over their mountainous chests.
We then clean up, get dressed and then finally go through the rest of the cards together, reading the congratulations from our family members and gather up the cash they all gave us. Totally they gifted us about $800, which is way more than I could have expected from such a small wedding.
“We can use this to buy a few things while waiting for boarding time in Florida,” Angel suggests and Chelsea and I both agree. We didn’t pack much and only had the small duffle, but figured if we have time after landing and boarding the ship, we should invest in another suitcase we can share and buy a few changes of clothes for the remainder of the trip. Of course, I still have some money in my savings I can move over if we really need to, so we have nothing to worry about financially on the trip.
Once we gather our things together and shove them all into the bag, aside from the money which the girls tell me to keep in my wallet, we head down to the lobby to check out and from there we are directed to security. The girls güvenilir bahis go ahead of me since they’re literally only carrying their phones, I.D.’s and plane tickets while adorning new sundresses once again. Angel in a yellow one with white polka dots and Chelsea in a baby blue one just like Angel’s. When they pass through the scanners, it’s obvious neither is wearing anything but sundresses and flip flops. I shake my head at them, though my cock begins to stir as well. I kick off my loafers, remove my belt and place them in one of the plastic tubs along with my cellphone and wallet. Then set the bag on the conveyer and then I have a mini panic attack as I realize what Angel had packed in there…
I make it through the scanner just fine but…our bag doesn’t. One of the TSA guys waves me over and instructs me to open the bag, which I do, knowing my face is beet red with embarrassment. I can almost kill Angel for this right now, and when I look over at them waiting for me, giggling like two teenage girls, I grit my teeth, thinking of ways to get away with murder. When I finally look up at the agent inspecting my bag, I believe he grows just as embarrassed as me when he sees the handful of toys Angel brought: Two different sized vibrators, her strap-on with the 10″ fake black cock mounted to it, a couple bottles of lube and both sets of fuzzy handcuffs. How she considered these necessities for our trip, I have no idea. But when the agent looks over at the girls waiting for me and then looks back at me again, he grins, zips the bag back up and fist bumps me in front of everyone.
“Have a fun trip,” he says.
“Thanks,” I reply and take up the bag and speed walk past the girls who giggle as they run to catch up with me.
“Please don’t kill us,” Chelsea says through her fit of laughter.
“He wouldn’t dare,” Angel adds.
“The thought crossed my mind, Angel,” I admit. “Mostly just you, though, since you packed these things,” I tell her and the girls laugh.
Once I’m calm again after the embarrassing pass through security, we take the tram to our terminal, locate our gate and then find somewhere to eat. We were more concerned about getting to our gate on time than we were about eating in the hotel room. There’s a small but pricey restaurant about a hundred yards from our gate, so we take our time and eat a decent breakfast. After a final trip to the restroom, which I insist on because I hate airplane lavatories, they call to start boarding our plane. Being first class, we get to board with the first group.
A half an hour later, we’re taking off for Florida, ready to celebrate our marriage for the next week and a half or so. I double check the boarding time for the boat and see that it’s not long after we land, but then Angel lovingly points out that the boarding time is for tomorrow, not today. Meaning, we need to get a room for the night since we’ll have twenty-six hours before we can get on the boat and checked into our room.
“Well, I’m glad you pointed that out,” I sigh. “I feel like an idiot.”
Angel puts her hand on my head. “Yeah, you do,” she teases and then I jab her in the ribs playfully.
“That’s for the comment,” I jab her again, “and that’s for security,” I tell her.
“Fair enough,” she laughs. “I’ll make it up to you on the flight,” she says.
I look at her in the seat next to me, Chelsea opted to sit across the aisle from us since the first-class section of this particular plane had one side with two seats and the other with only one. It’s a roughly four-hour flight, so I’m sure we’ll all play a little “musical chairs” at some point, with none of us landing in the same seat we took off in.
“What?” she questions. “You’ve never joined the Mile High Club?” she asks and I shake my head, suddenly getting very nervous about trying to sneak in a secret fuck on the plane, but turned on by the prospect at the same time. “Oh, big bro,” she whispers in my ear this time, “you’ll soon be glad we’re in first-class,” she tells me and then nibbles my ear while grabbing my stiffening cock. Angel bites her lower lip as she grins at me, slowly massaging my growing meat. I venture a glance at Chelsea whose eyes are fixed on what Angel is doing, she licks her lips absentmindedly while trying to touch herself as subtly as she can.
“Save it for the flight, Angel,” I whisper back. “You know, so we’ll be somewhere they can’t throw us off,” I reason and she giggles, kisses me cheek and then turns back to face the front of the plane again. I adjust myself just as one of the flight attendants walks by, winks at me and then continues on. Both girls begin laughing again, finding it quite amusing that I keep ending up in the awkward predicaments.
“She was hot, too,” Angel says attempting to look over the seat at her, but only to find the curtain separating us from the remainder of the plane. “Wasn’t she, Chels?”
I look over at my cousin and she nods in agreement. “If we weren’t married, I’d tell him to go for it,” she confers with Angel.
“What has gotten into you two?” I ask them.
“Other than you? Not much,” Angel says and then kisses my neck.
I happen to catch the eye of a middle-aged man sitting in front of Chelsea who glares at us with judgmental eyes güvenilir bahis siteleri at first until he sees Angel sitting next to me, and then Chelsea reaches across the aisle for my hand, which I take and she squeezes quickly before a stream of passengers heads up the aisle from the entrance at the front of the plane. The mid-forties man gives me an approving nod and then never looks back again. I wonder if he’s joined the Mile High Club in his youth.
Soon the flight attendants have everyone seated and are giving the emergency instructions as we head for the runway, then just before takeoff, they take their places in their folding seats in their sections, buckle up and then the plane rockets down the runway. Just a few minutes later, the flight attendants get up and resume their duties for the flight. Before they can even take our drink orders, Angel reaches her hand over and gently rubs my thigh. I take her hand in mine, kissing the back of it. She smiles back at me and then leans towards me, so I meet her for a loving kiss.
“Sorry for all the jokes and teasing,” she says.
I shrug. “I was just embarrassed from the whole security thing,” I tell her. “There’s nothing to forgive,” I say and then kiss her hand again.
“So, have you ever been in a first-class bathroom?” she asks and I shake my head. “Well, they’re not much bigger than the others, really, unless you fly internationally,” she tells me and a quick glance at Chelsea tells me that she’s just as astonished as I am. “What? One of my contracts took me on a lot of flights,” she says, referring to one of the doms she was in a short contract with.
“Whore,” Chelsea mouths at her and this time I laugh.
Angel laughs too but shrugs off the comment as well. “I had fun,” she says with no other defense.
A few more minutes into our flight, Angel lifts the arm rest between us and rests her head on my shoulder with one hand on my chest, slowly and lightly scratching me though the fabric of my polo. How she expects us to do anything midflight, I have no idea.
“Nervous?” she asks me, planting small kisses on my jawline, my neck, my ear…
“Well, it’s not like it’s the middle of the night and we have the cover of darkness to help us,” I tell her.
Angel laughs. “Flight attendants are notorious for hooking up with first-class passengers, you just never hear about it. Not to mention, hooking up with pilots. Pilots and flight attendants are some of the most likely to cheat on their spouses, so as long as no one is causing a loud scene, they tend to act like nothing is happening,” she explains to me quietly.
I look at Chelsea who is staring out her window and then catch the eye of the same middle-aged man sitting in front of her and he nods to confirm what Angel said.
“You’re sure?” I ask, turning back to Angel.
“Bro, I got this,” she says and then kisses me hard on the mouth as she grips my cock through my cargo shorts. Once she magically unfastens my belt and shorts, she takes my cock out and covers it up with her mouth, sucking me off with slow movements from her head so as not to draw too much attention to what we’re doing; not that her head in my lap wouldn’t be obvious enough.
At the front of the cabin the flight attendants begin making their way towards us with the refreshment cart. I tap on the back of Angel’s head to warn her but she doesn’t so much as lift her head; instead, she continues to suck me off, increasing the pressure on my cock as if competing with the flight attendants against the clock. My heart races in a panic, but the way Angel is taking care of my cock, I can do nothing but let her finish.
“Fuck,” I whisper as quietly as possible, but it draws the attention of the middle-aged guy once again. He gives me a nod and a thumbs up, which is not the kind of response I was hoping for. What I was hoping for, I have no idea. Rational thoughts are quickly escaping my head as Angel releases all abandon and goes to town on my cock, bobbing her head up and down furiously, bringing me closer and closer to climax. The flight attendants are getting closer to our row, but the middle-aged guy keeps them occupied by asking lots of questions about the drinks they’re serving at the moment. I have no idea what he’s asking as I lose all sense of time and space, my head falling back and my eyes closing as I succumb to the sensation of my sister’s mouth around my cock, desperate to bring me to climax, which is quickly coming. I tap her head again to warn her of my impending explosion into her mouth so she’s not caught by surprise. She slows the bobbing of her head but increases the pressure around my cock at the same time, her tongue working the bottom of my shaft with incredible precision, targeting my most sensitive spots to bring me closer to the edge. I subtly begin to fuck into her mouth and the motion is what sets it off and I begin to fill her mouth and throat with my seed. She swallows hard and fast to keep up with my deposit into her gullet until I’m finally spent and as soon as she lifts her head, I close my shorts around my cock and manage to stretch my shirt over my crotch to prevent indecent exposure as best as I can.
The flight attendants reach our row, one takes Chelsea’s order while the iddaa siteleri other addresses me and Angel. She hands Angel an extra napkin which she cleans her lips off with and then she winks at me.
“What would you like to drink?” she asks.
“I’d like a screwdriver,” Angel says and she nods and then looks to me for my answer.
“Same,” I say, my heart beating from nervous embarrassment. I can’t believe we just got away with what we just did.
“Relax,” the flight attendant says as she hands me the two drinks a minute later. “We’re not going to throw you off the plane,” she continues subtly. “Though, you may want to switch with the other one; I think she’d like a turn,” she adds to Angel who winks back at her.
“Thank you,” she tells her. “I was about to check in with her,” she informs the flight attendant who smiles and then they return to the front of the plane to serve the pilot and co-pilot. “Excuse me, babe,” she says and then slips past me, exaggeratingly sticking her ass in my face, which I squeeze with both hands before sending her on her way to Chelsea.
I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down, closing my eyes to help. When I open them again it’s to Chelsea slipping past me to take Angel’s seat.
“Hey,” I say happily.
“Hey,” she replies and then kisses me.
“Are you okay?” I ask her and she nods.
“Of course, I was just trying to give you two some privacy,” she says. “Okay, so I might have been a little jealous that you and I didn’t make each other members of the ‘Mile High Club’,” she admits. “But, Angel explained that she felt like it would only happen for us if she showed no fear first because the two of us trying it together could have been a disaster caused by our nerves,” she explains.
“Do you agree with her?” I ask.
Chelsea shrugs. “Does it matter? We’re all equal in this relationship anyway, right? Does it matter who does what with who and when?”
I grin and kiss her again. “I guess it really doesn’t,” I agree with her and then look over at Angel who is blissfully enjoying her screwdriver as if she hasn’t a care in the world. “She really brings the fun and crazy, doesn’t she?”
“I’m fun and crazy, too,” Chelsea argues but I can tell it’s in her playful tone.
I turn back to her grinning. “Yes, dear, I know you are,” I tease her with a sarcastic, patronizing voice.
She backhands my shoulder. “Asshole,” she bites back and then turns to face the window, but I grab her by the shoulders and pull her back into me.
“Is that where you want it?” I whisper in her ear and she exhales heavily, especially when I reach down under her dress and slowly begin to rub her soft, damp pussy lips.
“No, but that’s where I want it,” she says referring to my fingers.
“Think we can pull it off?” I ask her and she nods, turning her face to mine to kiss me, which I do, meeting her halfway and locking our lips together passionately. She reaches behind my head, scratching my skull lightly through my thick hair. As I slip a finger into her, she begins to rock her hips into my hand. I’m grateful for the fact that I didn’t fully cover my cock earlier because it really won’t take much for us to find a way to make this work.
Chelsea reaches back and moves my shirt out of the way and fishes my half-hard cock from my shorts. Her touch brings him back to life which makes her smile at me over her shoulder. She jerks me for a minute before telling me to scoot over into her seat. I do as she instructs and with my shorts halfway between my ass and my knees now, she just barely has to lift her dress and then sit on my lap for me to impale her. When she slowly swallows up my cock with her pussy, we both let out a sigh of relief as if we’d been deprived of each other’s sex for years.
“It feels so good to have you inside me again,” she whispers so softly in my ear that I can barely hear her. “Kiss me,” she says with her head firmly against my shoulder. I twist my head towards hers and she pulls back enough for our lips to meet. We move with the slightest of movements. It’s obvious to anyone paying attention what’s happening in our row, but we also don’t want to be so obvious that people are completely disrupted from their peace and quiet, which is why Chelsea insisted on me kissing her; to keep her voice in check.
Chelsea slowly rotates her hips as I delicately thrust into her. The small movements are subtle, but with the combination of the two actions, it makes it feel like so much more. My hands move up and down her body in less-than-subtle ways, though. With my left hand I squeeze and massage her tits or pinch her nipples, taking turns between the two luscious sacks of flesh while with my right, I rub circles around her clit. Her breathing becomes more ragged and her sighs become quiet but high-pitched whines, she’s coming close to orgasm. With that comes a stronger gyration of her hips on my cock. I do my best to keep up with her but then realize it doesn’t matter what I do, we’re both going to get off from each other getting off; it’s the beauty of our love. Then all at once, her pussy contracts around my cock, soaking me with her juices, triggering me to cum deep inside her womb once again. I swear we’re coming back from our honeymoon already pregnant if she’s not already. Angel surprises us by coming over to clean us up with her tongue, making it obvious to all of the first-class section that we’re all together in an equal relationship, if nobody had picked up on that yet that is.