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Log Five: On the Plane
I discovered another entry in my wife's old laptop, documenting her wild adventures while traveling for work. Here are the past logs if you're interested: HJH-01, HJH-02, HJH-03, and HJH-04.
HJH-05, told in her words:
As we touched down in San Antonio, Jenny and the gorgeous man seated between us couldn't resist a few more hand jobs under our layers. We giggled as the pilot turned off the lights, suggesting an end to our in-flight sexual playtime.
At the baggage claim, we exchanged a series of smirks, still tingling from the hand jobs we'd shared during the flight. Jenny even stuck her tongue out and licked her finger - a reminder of our secret, salty treat.
By the time I checked into my hotel room, I called my husband to confirm my safe arrival. You can imagine the fury that burst from his lips:
"So you expect to get away with that, huh? You didn't let me cum once when I dined on you every day of last week. You had me all revved up and then darted out the door while I was engorged, probably hoping he'd pick you up, right?
A devious part of me, left unchecked, urged me to admit my adulterous conquest. Yet, we'd made a deal. I wasn't supposed to make my husband cum while I was away. The impending inaction threatened to spoil my trip.
"Honey, I'm merely spicing our sex life a bit," I argued. "Imagine the massive load you'll have stored up by the time we reunite and how glorious it will feel down my throat!"
A momentary relief appeared on his face. "Fine," he sighed back, "whatever turns you on. But I promise you'll receive a monstrous load when you return, and it will make you think twice about playing away from home."
"Okay. What if I palpitate a couple of throats, making myself a seasoned cumswallower once I come back?" I suggested.
His response was tinged with skepticism, "If you want to swallow my load so badly, this would be a great opportunity to practice."
Throughout the phone conversation, I couldn't contain my smile, realizing the possibilities this conversation opened up.
"Goodnight, darling, be safe. I've got a lot of conference sessions to attend while I'm here. "
His last words hung heavy: "Can't wait for you to get home and accept my huge load." He didn't suspect my intentions. I honestly thought he was playing along. Had my perception of reality changed?
Lying there, fingers poised in my saturated pussy, I deliberated on the possibilities of the upcoming trip. The idea of making my husband wait while I attended my conference sessions tempted me with antici...pation.
So, I replied, "I'll probably be okay if I sit very still."
"Oh, I'm sure you can be, but don't forget, I'll require a lot of activity on your part later."
The phrase "Anything" popped in my head, but my husband - convinced this was just a fantasy game - would not have understood. He believed I was playing with characters in my mind, not real people.
My conversations echoed in my head: "How lucky for you my husband," I reasoned, "I'm a responsible, doting partner! " But the thought rendered me damp, excited, and utterly tingling everywhere. "I'll get better at it, I promise."
On the fifth day of the conference, I placed my hands on my lap, never once imagining what was to come and interestingly, how it all began.
Intrigued? The story continues in Log Six, tomorrow.
One day during a conference, I unexpectedly run into Jenny - the woman I met on a plane a few days ago. We were both staying in the same hotel, and she invited me out for some fun later that evening.
Feeling a bit naughty, I decided to keep my husband on the phone while Jenny was over. As we chatted, Jenny revealed her plan to return to my room, and with my robe still open, she took the opportunity to tongue-fuck me to a mind-blowing orgasm.
5:15 and I'm out of the shower, calling my husband to check in. I lead Jenny into the room, still chatting with him on the phone, but even he's kept in the dark about Jenny's intentions - assuming it's just naughty talk.
While I attempt to continue the phone conversation, it's clear that Jenny can hear our exchange. She knows I'm planning to swallow a lot of loads this week in anticipation of giving my husband a great blowjob at home.
Jenny takes charge, forcing her way between my legs. We're both naked under our robes, but despite my previous claims of heterosexuality, I relinquish control as Jenny quickly去 Down and begins finger-fucking me. I close my eyes, feigning shame, but eventually give in to the pleasure.
As the conversation between me and my husband progresses, Jenny's tempo picks up. Driven by my husband's arousal and Jenny's relentless tongue, I lose myself in an intimate climax. I let out an earth-shaking moan, completely unaware that he thinks I'm faking for his fantasy.
Finally, as my husband rambles on about his dutifully saving his load, Jenny presses me for more details about my homelife. Feigning embarrassment, I act dumb, feigning ignorance about my husband's urges.
Jenny, slightly puzzled, goes back to her task. But despite my best efforts, she catches me in the act. I lift my eyes and look at Jenny, bewildered by her gaussian confusion. Unfortunately, I also see my husband holding his phone and muttering something about my mouth being filled with a huge load at the bar.
My husband hangs up, oblivious to my sexual encounter with Jenny. She continues to lick at me, but I worry about him, playing along while he believes it's just a fantasy.
Finally, Jenny loses patience, kneeling between my legs and slowly sinking into my wet folds. As she sucks at my clit, I scream out in ecstasy, all the while playing along with my husband's fantasy. Before hanging up, he wishes me a great evening. He has no idea what's actually transpiring.[林妮 proposed a night out, and when she arrived, we were still gossiping on the phone. Jenny's insatiable appetite for debauchery caused her to take charge, opening my legs and diving in.]
Despite my ignorance of Jenny's intentions, she persisted. As I lay back and closed my eyes, she took control, devouring my sex, delighting in every moan. My husband, still consumed by fantasy, didn't suspect a thing.
I focus on breathing, surrendering to my husband's erotic chatter and pleasurable tongue. Suddenly, the excitement builds inside me. I reach climax, unaware that my husband believes in a different story.
With each stroke, my husband's desires increase. I orgasm, too consumed by pleasure to realize he's silently fulfilled. Jenny, however, senses that something's off. She looks up and catches a glimpse of my husband's phone in her hands.
Jenny instantly backs away, confused but the onslaught continues. As I eye my husband's phone, I glimpse the words "huge load in a bar." Christ, did he really think I was faking all that?
Jenny's lips hungrily licked my sex, insistent and demanding. My attention moves between the action above, and the assumptions below. In an enthusiastic moment, she came.
I came, wondering how my husband stands it all. His words never straying from his plans - until finally hanging up. Little did he know...
I try to glare at Jenny, who's still kneeling between my legs and grinning. But the moment my gaze meets hers, I soften. "Holy crap," I murmur to her. "I NEVER..." I stop talking mid-sentence. "It's okay," she responds, implying she knows that I'm usually attracted to men but still liked how things went. And I definitely did enjoy the experience. Somehow, I could sense that my life was going to change course.
"Get dressed," Jenny instructs me, as she helps me pull on my clothes. She took liberties with her touches, caressing my breasts, playing with my nipples, and kissing my neck gently. I just melted at her caresses.
It was almost disappointing when we left the hotel room; however, I was eager for our night out on the town and the potential fun we might experience.
This finishes HJH-05 log.
My wife's prior entry involved a fingering from this same woman. Now, she blows her pussy to an orgasm for me. It's crazy what I'm learning about her from her on this dated laptop.
I recall how gullible I was at that time, thinking her talks about swallowing strangers' cum were actual conversations, while I assumed they were just fantasy discussions. But for some reason, I'm eager to read her HJH-06 log and discover what happens next. Her conduct amazes me, yet none of her logs failed to leave me with a rock-hard erection. Why am I this way? The sixth entry awaits.
Read also:
- Spotted Observing
- Secrets in the Shadows, Episode Thirteen
- Lisa's Milk Issue: Chapters 6-7
- Boot Him Out Part 3
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