I have been trying for 25 years to get my wife to agree join the Mile High Club with me. With a little creativity and spontaneity, we made it onto the Club’s rolls last week.
It happened while we were flying out to California to attend our nephew’s wedding. During the days leading up to our trip, I raised the issue several times, but my wife was not amused. She warned me not to even ask such a thing.
My wife is a very modest lady, and not at all the exhibitionist type. But she had always been game for my little “adventures” when we were younger, so I think she was more worried about us getting caught, or maybe getting hurt trying to twist into the positions that would be required.
Once we got on the plane, I had a brainstorm. I waited until she went to the lavatory and then left her a note with a detailed plan and a proposition that we try it out. She read the note and, to my great surprise and joy said “Let’s try it.”
We waited until the flight attendants all took their carts to the front of the plane. Then my wife slipped out and went to the rear lavatory. I waited a few minutes and then joined her.
Once we were inside, she sat down on the seat and unzipped me. I was a bit soft, but she took me in her mouth and soon had me rock-hard again. Working against time, she gave me the most energetic (and certainly the best) blow job I have ever recieved.
The first time I came, she just swallowed and kept right on. I guess the excitement of it all had got to me, because I quickly got hard again and went off a second time before she was finished with me.
When we were done, I peeked out of the lavatory, made sure the coast was clear, and then sent her back to our seats. I followed discreetly a few minutes later. One flight attendant seemed to be looking me over as I returned to my seat, but otherwise no one seemed the wiser.
When I sat down, we noticed that my wife’s enthusiasm in the lavatory had left the front of my pants soaking wet. My wife was embarrassed and concerned, but I assured her that the pants would dry and that this was the kind of problem I sure didn’t mind having. We giggled like teenagers.
We recommend the Mile High Club to other couples over 50. After being married all these years, it is fantastic having our own scandalous little secret again.
Man, how I love that woman!!!