A little privacy?

Steve felt drunk and confused. When he had gone to sleep everything made perfect sense. Now he was finger banging a teenage girl while she gave him a handjob. In all the years he and his wife had been married, he had never once even considered cheating on her, now he found himself like this.

"Why don't we move this in the bathroom?" Morgan asked. He started to turn her down, but then she squeezed his cock and all he could do was nod. "Good, we can have a lot more fun in there."

They each withdrew their hands from under the covers. Without even thinking, Steve held his fingers up to his nose and inhaled. God, the scent of her teenage pussy was strong.

"You like that, just wait until we're alone," she said. She moved somewhat awkwardly under the blanket, and he realized she was pulling her tights up. "I'll go first, give me sixty seconds and you follow."

Morgan got to her feet and started by him. She paused with her ass right in his face. She smiled when she turned back to find him staring at it.

"Sixty seconds," she said, then stepped out into the aisle and back to the restroom right behind their seat. He watched her go, noting which of the four doors she used.

Steve sat there quietly, staring towards the front of the plane. Was he really doing this? All these years of loyal marriage to a loving wife and he was seriously considering joining the mile high club with a chubby high school girl he barely knew? It wasn't like his marriage was bad. They had a decent sex life, fooling around at least once or twice a week when she wasn't on her period.

He held the finger up to his nose again and inhaled. Fuck that smelled good.