I Joined The Mile High Club

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Did you know that you can book a private plane tour that was created for you to fuck in? I won’t say the name of it, but just trust me and google it. There’s all different packages and you even get a certificate showing that you are a member of the mile high club. So you all know what I did. Fuck yes, I joined the mile high club. I know that was not a question that anyone that knows me had (wink wink). There is a friend of mine that just knew that I would need to know. When she told me she got so worked up when explaining her experience that she asked me to help her.

Saying “I Joined The Mile High Club” Was Always A Fantasy

Yes, help her CUM because she was climbing the walls as she painted the picture. I was extremely relieved that one hour I lost my sex drive was over with. As she went into detail about how soaring high above the ground, surrounded by clouds and having her pussy licked, I was drenched. I joined the mile high club was something I needed in my vocabulary. My kitty lips began to swell in my panties as she told me how she rode her mans cock 15,000 feet above the earth.

She began running her hands lightly over my rock hard nipples. I might have forgot to mention where we were. She was telling me this story while we were in the sauna at the public spa. Quickly, I removed the little towel covering her beautiful pussy. Leaning forward with my ass in the air, I buried my face in her wet mound. Swirling my tongue around her sweetness ferociously made me want to plunge my tongue deep into her. Over the next hour, it was just her and I in that sauna and we licked and sucked each other for 6 “o’s” each. After that session, I joined the mile high club faster than a blink.

Telling My Husband

My head was spinning as I drove home. I was so excited to tell my husband about the whole experience. The way my body responded as she explained the ordeal. Of course, I was also anticipating divulging what happened between our mutual friend. She had been one of our favorite treats for quite some time so I knew that he was going to love hearing about this. I could just envision him pulling out his cock and stroking slow with his goon face as I detail the tryst for him.

When I finally walked through the door, my pussy was soaked. That clear, almost slimy lube just pooling in my panties. I walked into the garage where my husband was tinkering and told him that we need to talk. He could see by the look in my face, and the tremble of my body that it was going to be a good “talk”. We walked into the house and I followed obediently. Once we were in the door, I asked him if he knew about the Mile High Club. Still walking towards our bedroom, he simply replied with “of course I do”. Quickly I spilled out everything about the company and how it works.

I Joined The Mile High Club

I’m pretty sure that his favorite part of finding out about this journey I want to take was how I found out. When I’m telling him about things like this, his ability to pull out my descriptions is amazing. I told him about how when my bestie was telling me I got so wet. How she could see it in my goon face as my mouth began to part and my hand roam my breasts. My husband was slowly growing as I told him she kissed down my neck. Her hot breath that started in my ear with her moans was moving slowly down my body.

Finally he couldn’t resist any longer. Quickly, he pulled down his shorts and rock hard cock sprang to attention. He pushed me to my knees and at the same time pulled my shirt over my head and off. As my lips moved to that mushroom head, I said, “I joined the mile high club”. This lit something else in him. He grabbed me by my hair, lifted me from his cock. Then he spun me around by my waist. He grabbed my hips and rammed his cock so hard into my ass that I let out a scream that I know the neighborhood heard. Three hard thrusts later, we both howled and came so hard that we laid across the kitchen counter for the next two hours.

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