Page 13 of Free Fall

Her cheeks blanched, and she looked seconds from smacking me across the face.

“Get a move on,” Cole demanded, waiting with great impatience. Zelda glanced at him in surprise, then at me, before huffing and storming away.

The thought of my cum seeping out of her pussy, soaking her panties, made me want to haul her into the airplane bathroom and have her again. I wanted her filled with me forever, a belly and pussy full of my spunk to walk around with, sloshing about in her fucking gut and reminding her of who owned her with every step. But instead, I sank down into my seat next to my oblivious wife, not an ounce of guilt marring how relaxed I felt. Henry and Delilah were in front of us, bickering under their breaths about something while our children shuffled down to the ass end of the plane. We were paying. They’d be fine squashed together for a few hours.

As the flight attendant began his safety spiel, I pulled out my cell, angling the screen away from Ali, though she was too busy flicking through the inflight magazine to bother glancing at her husband.

Luca: Come to the front of the plane when you use the bathroom, I want to check your panties.

I sent Zelda the text before we set off and lost signal, hoping she would follow through for a touch of mile high fun. I couldn’t fuck her up here, but I could taste us, shove my fingers in her pussy as we press our bodies against the thin door, swirl around in my cum, feed it to her and then myself… shit. My mind was getting out of hand and my cock thickened.

“What are you thinking about?” Ali asked, her palm joining mine on my dick. I hadn’t even realized I was grabbing it through my pants. She grasped my hardening length and raised her eyebrows. “What’s turning you on?” She leaned closer. “You want to fuck in the bathroom once we’re in the air?”

“Our kids are on board,” I replied, too fast and harsh, because she whipped back and sank down into her seat, dejected. Ali and I hadn’t been having much sex, for years, come to think of it. We’d come up with our little agreement when she couldn’t keep up with me, but lately she’d been pushing for more again, hinting at stopping what we’d allowed to happen in the background for years.

Every three months, Henry and I visited a sex club of our choice, a weekend away with no-holds-barred. We could fuck whoever we wanted, however we wanted, and our wives permitted it. They took themselves off to a spa, and we never spoke of it. Ali and Del didn’t enjoy what we craved, and one drunken night after it had come out, we’d agreed to it. Tried it. Loved it. It was an open secret between us, approved but hushed.

It was unconventional, but it’d worked for us for a long time, allowing us to stay together even though it felt like our marriages were falling apart. Mine did, anyway. I had no interest in being Alison’s partner anymore, despite the occasional vanilla fuck we partook in. Her hand on my crotch had only made me deflate.

Henry and I were checking out a new club in Hawaii. The wives had a spa package planned that was taking them out of commission for two of the days, so Henry researched clubs and found one nearby. My initial excitement had waned though, and now I was faking it. I tried to force it, and lied to Henry’s face anyway, but my mind always drifted back to the last time, to that needy bitch I’d come all over with thoughts of my best friend’s daughter consuming me.

I hadn’t been able to shove my dick into anyone but Zelda since Halloween. Not a stranger, not a willing sex club buddy, not even my wife. The idea of anyone else now… I didn’t want it. I wasn’t done messing Zelda up.

The plane took off without a response from Zelda, and my good mood soured at the thought of hours next to Alison, away from my puppet when she was just a few rows away.

Ali huffed, opened her mouth like she was going to say something I didn’t want to hear. I fought not to roll my eyes.

“Hey,” I muttered instead. “Let’s settle in at the hotel as soon as we get there. Maybe try out the hot tub?” I let my eyelids hood and stroked a finger down her forearm. “I made sure the twins’ room is as far from us as possible.” Her reaction made me feel sick. I don’t know why I even suggested anything, riled her up for a good fuck. She didn’t want me, not really. We were stuck in this loop, tried every few years, and failed. It wasn’t obvious when I fell out of love with her, but I looked at her with almost disdain now. Cole and Jesse knew it, I knew it. She knew it. But we trudged along anyway. Existing. Trying to pretend.

She was at that point in the cycle where she could fool herself into thinking things were good. The prospect of ten days in the Hawaiian sunshine does that to a person.

Ali’s sultry expression was so fucking put on. Her mouth pouted, and she gazed through her eyelashes. Her eyes were cold though, goading. So I leaned in and kissed her, hoping she tasted Zelda on my tongue. She hummed into our kiss but pulled away before it got anything less than appropriate. The woman had just propositioned public sex, but now was too demure to kiss her husband for more than three seconds.

Henry caught my eye as I sat back in my seat. He was up, rifling through his bag for something, before pulling out an iPad. He had questions, I could tell. I was acting fucking strange and the man knew me too well.

As the plane took off and got us closer and closer to Oahu, the anticipation for Zelda grew. The annoyance toward Ali, who kept trying to rub my thigh or graze my cock, close behind.

Zelda never showed up to let me finger her in a public bathroom, so when we stepped off the plane and into the warmth of a Hawaiian afternoon, my mood had soured even further. She avoided me again, keeping by her sister’s side through the airport, and slipping into a different taxi without glancing at me. Ali behaved herself now that we were with our sons, but she still kept giving me suggestive looks despite being pressed up thigh to thigh with Jesse, who sat in the middle seat in the back.

It did nothing but make my balls shrivel.

The arrival at the hotel was as smooth as the rest of the journey. We checked in and got through the lobby fast, finding our rooms and settling in for a few hours before meeting up for dinner. Henry and Delilah were next door to Ali and me, and the kids were further down the hall, their views of the parking lot rather than the sea.

This place was enormous. I would get Zelda alone somehow. I’d fuck her behind a damn palm tree if I had to. My mind had gone to one single track made of Zelda, her bones, her skin, the little moans she let out as she grew closer to orgasm. Was my cum still soaking her, or had she washed it away?

“I’m going for a walk,” I told Ali, who was stripping down into her bikini, eyeing up the private hot tub. She looked momentarily aghast, so I added on, “Gonna find us some cocktails.”

Without waiting for her reply, I abandoned her and marched down the hall, knocking on the girls’ room. Fingers fucking crossed the elder of the two answered. Jules had no backbone, was scared of air, so I’d be surprised if it was her answering when they didn’t know who was knocking. The object of my obsession stuck her head out the door.

“What do you want?” Zelda asked with a scowl on her face, keeping the door closed enough that I couldn’t see into the room. Or couldn’t be seen by the room. She continued to glare at me, but it lacked depth. I grinned.

“Need to check your panties.” I told with a shrug that only made her eyes narrow. “We can do it here or you can meet me by the beach entrance in five minutes.”

She stared at me for a moment, then slammed the door in my face, making me laugh again. As I stepped away, knowing full well I’d be seeing her in a few minutes, the next door opened and Cole’s head appeared around the frame.

“Naughty naughty.” He shook his head and teased. “Fucking her already? With Mommy down the hall?”

Jesse popped his head out too, looking for who Cole was talking to. He looked surprised for a second, then Cole whispered something to him and his expression shifted. They chuckled amongst themselves and went back into their room, ignoring me.

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