Go look for the stewardess

You turn towards Lily, muster your courage, and reply.

"Yeah, I do want to get naughty. This seems like a great chance to join the mile-high club," you begin, speaking softly. "Trouble is, with my size, and your...condition, that doesn't seem likely. Especially since on a plane where we'll both be uncomfortable," you add.

Now for the kicker. You have a hard time meeting Lily's gaze as you deliver the next part of your reply. You can already see the excitement evaporating from your fiancee's face as her smile dissipates and her eyes grow wide.

"I haven't forgotten what you offered me this morning. Our flight attendant has been flirting with me pretty hard, and I'm pretty sure she wants to fool around. If I want to join the mile-high club, this might be the only way," you say, your anxiety growing as you await Lily's response.

There's a long, pregnant pause. You manage to bring your gaze up to Lily's lips, but no higher, and you can see that they're pursed, somewhere between a thoughtful expression and a frown. You which you knew which she was leaning towards.

"I did say that," Lily finally says. "And I realize I may not be able to give you everything you want sexually. So if you want to go fool around with her, I accept that," she says, her tone flat.

It's not the wholehearted approval you hoped for, but it's a lot more than most men could hope for.

"Do you want to come with me? Who knows, maybe she swings both ways," you offer.

Lily shakes her head. "I don't want to get in the way or spoil the moment. It might make it awkward if she isn't interested."

You lean forward and kiss Lily on the forehead.

"You're amazing, you know that?

Lily manages a lop-sided smirk.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."