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Jack Stalker
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- Joined
- Dec 26, 2011
Out Of Control!
Nicole Goldman knew that she was going to cheat on her husband Karl from the moment she laid eyes on the new pilot of their executive jet, Dominic Fishman.
He had been with them for a few weeks now, and she gave as good as she got when it came to his penetrating stares and long drawn out glances. Maybe she was flattering herself unduly? He was young, handsome and obviously in a prime position in his life... was he really the sort who would be interested in a forty something businesswoman wife of some executive, when he could be fucking some 'pilot groupie' at every airport he landed at? She hoped so, because she was at the end of her tether with her cheating piece of shit husband and desperately needed to be fucked. He was clearly into short curvy blondes, not tall slim elegant red heads with killer legs like her. Pity. That left her needy, wanting and ready to indulge her wandering eye and raging libido with the first opportunity to come her way... and to hell with her husband.
Today she had been afforded the responsibility to attend some business meetings in France for their planned expansion, she was waiting to leave when the call came through from her husband... she would be going alone. She was absolutely certain that he was delaying accompanying her in order to fuck his secretary, which left her fuming. If he got to play around and fuck some filthy little slut secretary, then she deserved to get what she wanted as well!
Nicole immediately dismissed the stewardess, under the pretence that with only her on board and her husband staying behind there would be little need for her. She then waited until the private jet (a Global 8000 Bombardier) took off and had been airborne for several minutes, before calling the pilot on the intercom. He was devastatingly handsome in his uniform and she felt herself getting as wet as a virgin on prom night as soon as she'd looked him up and down when boarding. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, feeling herself cream as she indulged in the sort of fantasies in hr head which younger women would scarce have even been aware of. She needed a man who wanted her, who could fuck her raw and be back for more. She needed a man who got off on fucking another mans wife, who liked older women and who could stay hard enough to make her come like a whore. Was Captain Fishman that man? She was eager to find out... and even if he wasn't, surely he could make her come at least once? She'd almost forgotten what an orgasm that didn't come from her fingers or a toy was like.
She pressed the intercom button on her seat as soon as they levelled off. "Captain Fishman? Why don't you switch on the auto pilot and come back here and keep me company for the rest of the flight. It's quite lonely without my husband and I get bored easily." she suggested, it wasn't a question or a request from her tone.. it was more like an order though it had a sultry edge to it which a seasoned ear would have detected. "I'm sure we can find something to talk about... and if we can't, well, then I have a few suggestions on other things we can do to pass the time." she told him. She idly dug the arch of her heel into the seat opposite and smoothed down the middle of her dress over her taut gym sculpted abs, while allowing it to ride up a couple more inches in the process. Her body was the kind eighteen year olds would kill to have, she was proud of it, proud of the work she put in... and now it was time to reap the benefits, benefits her husband just wasn't interested in.
"When you get back here perhaps you would like me to spell out a few of them?" she finished, her tongue teasing her lower lip as she practically squirmed in her seat. She reached to the side, pouring herself another vodka, half to fuel her courage and half because she liked the taste.
