The Erroneous Mile-High Incident
"Ever since you two got hitched, it feels like we hardly ever see you anymore," Mrs. Prossa grumbled as they all sat down for dinner.
"Yeah, I know," Alex replied. "We've just been super busy with the house, Rio, and the store."
Mrs. Prossa gave a tiny smile at her son. "I miss you, though."
"Mrs. Prossa, I promise that I'll make sure Alex visits you more often," Freya said. She then looked at Alex and gave him a harsh warning, "You really need to visit your mom more!"
"Alright, alright, I will," Alex answered.
"And I'll make sure he does!" Freya promised his mother-in-law.
"So, how's the new house?" Mr. Prossa inquired.
"Terrific," Alex replied as he filled his mouth with a bite of homemade mac and cheese. "This is awesome, mom."
"Thank you," Mrs. Prossa said, "But don't talk with your mouth full." After a pause, she asked Freya, "Is the new house finally starting to feel like home? I hear it can take a while to really settle in and make it your own."
"It's getting there," Freya replied with a smile. "And having Cyn and Katie living right upstairs is great."
"I can imagine," Mrs. Prossa agreed. "They're nice girls."
Freya turned to her husband and gave him a knowing look. Alex tried to send her a silently pleading stare to not say anything too revealing, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears.
"And they're certainly keeping us on our toes!" Freya exclaimed with a wide grin. "I've been helping them-- I mean, Alex has been helping them, too," she nudged his foot lightly under the table.
"Uh, right, he has," Alex responded, his face starting to turn red.
"They're still unpacking," Freya informed Mrs. Prossa. "Katie had a lot of stuff still at her parents' house..."
Mrs. Prossa nodded. "I guess that does take some time."
Freya looked at her husband again and gave him that knowing look once more. "And let's just say that Alex has been extra helpful. Helped with some tear-down, too," she added, looking down at her food and making it seem like it was an afterthought.
Alex gaped at his wife, feeling a new wave of dread.
"But Katie and Cyn have been so grateful, giving Alex some delicious homemade pie," Freya beamed.
"Oh, what kind?" Mr. Prossa asked.
"Cherry," Freya answered, toppling the remaining redemption Alex felt he had.
"Like I said," Alex whispered as under his breath, "Some vacation."
His dad paused for a moment, then turned to Freya. "Son, I was thinking about redesigning the store. Moving some of the seasonal items to monthly displays or something like that."
Freya rolled her eyes a little, while Alex looked at her 'you failed mate' look.
"It's not a bad idea." Mr. Prossa nodded. "But let's talk about it next week if it's okay."
Mrs. Prossa held up her hands. "Let's not talk about work. Instead, your dad and I had a different reason for inviting you two over for dinner."
All eyes turned to Mr. and Mrs. Prossa expectantly.
"Given everything you two have been doing," Mr. Prossa began, "we'd like to treat you to a little getaway."
"Oh my goodness!" Freya gushed.
"Go on," Mr. Prossa said, looking at his wife with a bit of warning in his eyes. "A short vacation for the two of you."
"Yes, please!" Freya blurted out.
Mrs. Prossa continued, "Nothing extravagant, just a mini-break for a couple of days."
"We deserve some time together," Mrs. Prossa added with a twinkle in her eye. "Just you two."
"Yes," Mr. Prossa smiled warmly at his wife as they both looked at Alex and Freya, "Enjoy yourselves."
When her husband gave her a certain look, she realized what he was implying. She got up to clear the table, with Freya's assistance.
After their delicious dessert and polite farewells, Alex and Freya expressed their gratitude to their hosts for the gift like a vacation. They hugged both of them before leaving.
Mr. Prossa turned to his wife after watching the couple depart. "You need to calm down."
"Why? Am I wrong for feeling this way?" she asked.
"No, but they'll have children of their own when they're ready."
"She wants grandchildren, and even grandchildren." She expressed her desire.
"Yes, but it's not our business." He tried to calm his wife down.
Freya inquisitively discussed the situation with her husband. "What was all that about your mother wanting grandchildren?"
"She simply wants to hold and cuddle with a baby." He explained.
"Oh..." Freya responded, though she didn't seem too convinced. The low voice she used was a hint at her reservations.
Their journey back home was quiet. Freya inquired of Alex the promptings from his mother.
"She wants grandchildren," he remarked.
"But we just got married," Freya complained.
"I understand, but you're taking over the store and you're starting your career. Both of us are still quite young." He noted.
"We have plenty of time," she told him.
"Absolutely," he agreed, though his previous statement regarding "more children" was a source of uncertainty for him.
Three weeks later, Rio spent the night at his aunt and uncle's house, and Alex and Freya left to visit the island of Barbados. He yawned, while she theorized that the flight would not be unbearable due to fewer travelers and a less stressful atmosphere.
On this flight, she planned to spice things up during their trip. She pulled a blanket over herself and helped cover him. "Get some rest so we'll be energetic when we arrive." She gave his sleeping area a small pat while copying his movements.
"Hey," Alex whispered. "Not in a plane. There are others around us." His disapproval was clear.
"What about the movie theater?" Freya countered. "I didn't mind when you touched me there."
"Because we weren't on a plane and there were only a few people watching." He defended his earlier actions.
Trying to avoid an argument, she reshaped her plan. She adjusted her hand a few inches down his thigh and whispered, "Goodnight, have a peaceful sleep."
Unable to find a sound argument, Alex frowned reluctantly. He wasn't against the idea, but not wanting to cause a scene on the flight, he stayed silent. Soon, Alex fell into a peaceful sleep. Freya opted to go along with him, though trying to hide a smirk at his sensual gesture.
On the relatively empty plane, she pressed her hand against the bulge below his waistband, wondering how big his organ was. "It is big," she realized, impressed.
Recalling her past discussions with friends about penis size, she had never given it much thought. But considering his hefty cock, she felt quite comfortable squeezing it. She couldn't help but think of how it differed from other men. "You're right, Aunt Cyn," Freya confirmed. "My husband has a tremendous phallus."
Intrigued by its appearance, she felt his girth with her thumb and forefinger. Their fingers glided up and down its length as he slept, her eyes glued to her fumble. "I'm not alone in this," she thought, not realizing she was making contact with his penis.
Had it not been for Alex, she might have discarded that fish, chuckling at the absurd concept. With him by her side, her life was significantly different; she couldn't fathom a better life than the one she currently had.
Nestled alongside her husband, she caressed his member during his sleep, lost in awe of her fulfilling life. At the age of twenty-two, holding a husband, a home, a remarkable arrangement with her two best friends, a delightful pet dog, and an impending degree in Early Childhood Education soon to be followed by her career, Freya possessed it all. While she and Alex didn't yet have children, they had ample time for that.
As Alex's manhood swelled under her palm, he uttered a small grunt in his slumber. Freya observed his delicate lips, recognizing the slightest twitch. So handsome, she marveled at the fact that she'd landed him. And Freya was a fortunate soul.
Awake now, Alex blinked, gazing at her. "Awakened by my wife?"
"Did I startle you?" She caressed his erection. "Or were you engaged in a dream?"
She sensed his response before he uttered it, appraising his face, knowing the answer to be revealed. "I was dreaming about Katie," he confessed with hesitation.
Freya tightened her grip on his manhood. "You should be dreaming about me."
"I can't control my dreams."
"Perhaps you should find a way."
"As if that needed to be said twice," she jested.
"Not wanting to deceive my wife, I must confess that Katie had previously been a fixture in my dreams even before her role in our intimate life. But I have always been completely satisfied with just you."
"Yet I can feel your manhood pulsing."
"We could go back to that," Alex suggested.
"It's a tantalizing thought, but perhaps in a separate bedroom," Freya grinned. "No, we definitely need a change of scenery."
"The idea of you becoming a member of the Mile-High Club holds appeal."
"Then I will break that seal," Alex responded.
"However, if we embark on this adventure, it would be wise to bring a mint."
"Why so?"
"It'll help."
Alex responded by unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Here you go," Freya said, offering him a candy. "You'll need that." He took a bite before he left his seat.
She studied the empty space before noticing a slight opening from the neighboring bathroom. "Psst," came a faint sound. "I'm in here."
Freya pushed through the rest of the cabin, careful not to drawn any attention, and quietly entered the cramped lavatory. Slamming the slender door shut and locking it, she turned to face her partner in crime, already preparing herself for the act. "What happened?"
"Someone forgot to flush."
"Disgusting."
"Indeed," Alex agreed. "But we'll make do with this one."
"It should be enjoyable nonetheless."
"That remains to be seen," Alex joked.
"We'll lead the way, turning excitement into satisfaction."
"We shall see."
Despite her determination and Alex's acceptance, the unbalanced size of the bathroom made it somewhat uncomfortable. "Quite small," Alex observed carefully.
"We can still make it work," Freya comforted. "It'll be a grand experience."
"Well, I suppose."
Freya immediately seized the moment, standing and quickly opening the small door, then silently slipping into the neighboring lavatory. There he was, aroused and awaiting her arrival. "What transpired?"
"Someone did not clean up in the other bathroom."
"A tad unpleasant, but we've come this far," Freya asserted. "The setting may be cramped, but this romantic excursion should amuse."
Freya proposed, "Let's switch spots, so you're by the door." The toilet area was small, but they managed to move around effortlessly. She examined the surroundings. "Umm... Alright. Hand me some paper towels."
Alex took a few papers and passed them to Freya, who placed them on the minuscule countertop near the sink. "I'm not convinced about the cleanliness of anything," she admitted. "But equally, I have no idea how hygienic my butt's been." She laughed. " assist me."
He helped her climb onto the toilet seat and sit herself on the spacious counter. Freya settled into her new position and lifted her worn skirt, exposing her damp vagina to her spouse.
"No undies?" He questioned in astonishment.
"I'd removed them back in my seat," she responded, then realizing his expression, remarked, "You didn't expect me to rip them off in public, right?"
"I've learned not to try understanding you, Freya."
She smirked. "Good. I enjoy keeping you on your toes."
"You certainly do. You certainly do."
"Now, tug down your shorts and screw your wife. Let's be inducted into the Mile-high Club - or was it three miles up according to the pilot?"
Alex took down his shorts and underwear, revealing an insufficient erection. "I'm not sure about the scale. Perhaps three miles or so."
"Perfect! Let's join the Three-Mile-High Club!" She spread her legs and drew Alex lips to hers. While they were kissing, Freya felt his cockhead touch her and shivered in anticipation. "Mmm," she moaned. "Push yourself in."
With his erection back to full size, he pushed forward and with her eager vagina waiting, along with the precum on his tip, he started entering her as they often did. However, the unusual elevation of Freya's hips on the short counter allowed him entry for only a couple of inches.
Freya murmured, "Wait. Let me adjust a bit." She attempted to advance slightly from her unstable spot while pushing the door's flush, an unintentional act that nearly deafened them both.
Terrified, Freya curbed her laughter. "Whoa!" she burst into uncontrollable giggles. The vibrations roused Alex's cock, causing it to pop out of her, prompting even more laughter from Freya.
The knock on the door interrupted their laughter, and Freya immediately stopped.
"Is everything okay?" The voice on the other side of the flimsy door inquired.
"Yes! All fine! I just thought of an outrageous joke," Freya replied, attempting to hide her giggles.
Stunned, Alex questioned, "A joke?"
Freya shrugged in consternation.
"Come on," he encouraged.
"Fine. Here." Freya whispered back. "You say something!"
"You're the one who made the other passenger hear your laughter," he reminded her.
Freya sighed, "Well, say something! I'm not feeling very clever at the moment."
"Tell her you're the guy and she overheard a lady laughing," Alex suggested.
Freya scowled, then replied, "Sorry! It's all good! I just thought of a wonderful joke."
The voice on the other side responded, "If you require anything, just holler. There's also a call button you can press for emergencies."
"Thank you!" Freya responded, turning back to Alex. "Let's hurry up with this."
"But the lady is probably checking on us!"
"Then it's crucial that we finish quickly," Freya insisted. She reached down and played with his erection, trying to rouse it. "Focus, boy."
Amused, Alex chuckled, "I can't exactly focus with this situation."
"Then think of something delightful," Freya suggested. "Get this thing up and inside me, then cum fast so we can get out of here and sleep."
"I love your romantic touch," he quipped.
"Romance is regularly overhyped, I'd say," she humorously declared. "Allow me to help with your boner."
Alex grinned. "Well then, let's try again."
Eventually, Alex managed to slide the tip of his penis back into Freya and the two shared a kiss, though he fumbled with her breasts through her shirt and bra. Try as they might to ignore the disgusting surroundings, they couldn't help but feel as though they'd finally found the courage to continue. Alex struggled to thrust deeper, realizing that he was succeeding in creating enough friction for both of them.
For Alex's part, the rubbing of his cockhead against Freya's wet pussy felt wonderful. The closer he came to his climax, he gripped his shaft and jerked himself off. It was like masturbating while his penis slid in and out of her cunt at the same time.
In a moment, the vision of Katie's face flashed through his mind, sending him over the edge.
The misstep of jerking himself off too vigorously caused Alex to accidentally pull out, leaving only the head of his penis inside Freya's pussy. Neither wanted to lose the progress they'd made, so they carefully moved, allowing the head to glide in and out ever so slightly.
Meanwhile, Alex's excitement had been too much. Without noticing, his orgasm had been triggered by his fantasy.
Sensing Freya's enjoyment of his penis sliding over her clitoris and entrance, he had sent spurt after spurt of cum everywhere. Trying to regain his position, he failed to reenter her as he came.
Freya, who found the sensations incredibly erotic, simply grinned and applied her tongue to the mixture of her arousal and his cum. The mess left behind them didn't appease her search for pleasure, but it had reminded her of their unique situation.
"We're officially members of the Mile-High Club!" she exclaimed proudly.
She fit her fingers in her hand, collecting his semen, and pushed it back inside herself. Then, she wrapped her arms around Alex and offered him the other hand covered in a mixture of their fluids. They sucked the filth from each other's palms, relishing the taste that lingered in their mouths.
"I'm sorry you didn't come," he murmured.
"Next time, we can have better sex," she promised. "Right now, the most important thing is to kiss me passionately. It might even make you cum."
Aroused by Freya's passion and looming orgasm, Alex crushed his lips to hers. Her frantic cunt rubbing teased the airplane, seeming to send out vibrations that could be felt by everyone nearby. Although they felt the plane shudder as if it were in air turbulence, their thoughts were far from danger. As she kissed him harder and harder, her orgasm neared.
When there was an urgent knock at the door, Freya's body stiffened, her orgasm vanishing. "We need to get out of here," she muttered. "But first, hold me here and pretend I've just cum like you."
The doorknob turned with a loud clang and the door slowly opened. "Just checking in," the flight attendant said, "Do you need anything?"
As Freya pulled away from the kiss, she looked into his life-giving eyes. "Still fine. Thanks."
"God damn it," she said, whispering to Alex. "We'll make up for it when we get to our romantic getaway spot. But for now, you have to go first."
"But the risks I take are my responsibility."
"I know that. It's just an expression," Freya waved her fingers at the stains on her thighs.
"Hurry up and leave before you're missed," she urged in a whisper.
"And I'll have to deal with this," she sighed. Getting up, she washed her hands, dismissing the idea of wiping away their combined residue before they left the shaky bathroom.
"Head out first," she commanded, opening the door wide enough for Alex to pass through. "I'll be right behind you."
Despite the mess, she turned the doorknob and closed the door quietly.
"Go," she whispered. She felt a surge of desire watching him leave her alone in their messy bedroom. Then, she wiped her hands on a nearby towel and followed her lover down the small hallway to return to her cum-stained seat.
"Dear God, I hope they don't think we're actually trying to have sex on the cabin floor," she thought. Both realizing that their weekend getaway would be the perfect place to express their lust face-to-face, they frowned at the plane's thin separation between the groups, rationalizing that they would just wash up before experiencing their urges once they arrived at "The Nido de Amor" where the weekend meant just them and no nosy crew members.
"I hope it's good enough to satisfy our desires." Freya glanced around the crowded plane, feeling situated in the shared spaces.
As the door opened enough for Alex to squeeze through, both of them caught a glimpse of a rather strict-looking flight attendant glaring back at them, her arms crossed and lips scrunched up in a frowning expression.
"He was helping me," Freya tried to explain hesitantly.
The woman continued to look disappointment, clearly disapproving of their situation.
"We, um, I... It's all cleaned up now," Freya quickly added, knowing that the flight attendant was aware of their activities.
"Sorry," Alex muttered sheepishly as he made his way back to his seat, followed by Freya.
Once settled in their chairs, Alex scolded her, "You're really going to get us in trouble one day."
"Sorry," she apologetically replied, before adding, "But it was fun, wasn't it?"
Alex grunted his response, clearly unenthusiastic.
"And you still love me," she teased almost like a question.
"You're lucky I do," he grumbled, then closed his eyes and said, "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we land."
Freya leaned over and looked at her husband expectantly.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"I think you're sitting on my underwear," Freya whispered.
"You can have them when we land," Alex said.
"Couldn't I just --"
"No!" Alex interrupted, then shut his eyes and fell asleep.
Freya sat back, sinking into her uncomfortable seat, and tried to forget about the sticky situation she would have to deal with for the remainder of the flight.
Or the unsatisfied feeling from their recent sexual encounter.
Or the embarrassing situation that she had put her husband in.
Or the uncomfortable moment when they'd need to ask the attendant for coffee later.
Or the fact that, once again, her own desires had gotten her into trouble.
But it was worth it.
