Stratospheric rimming and turbulence

Hank sat on the lid of the airplane toilet, his naked wife standing close enough to radiate warmth from her skin. Veevee was glowing from initiating Tom and Monica into the Mile High Club and she was hungry for more.

"What did you have in mind, sir?" Veevee asked in a pretend flight attendant voice.

"Monica kept spreading your butt for Tom and it got me thinking, well," Hank said. "Would Miss Rosy be up for a visit?"

"Miss Rosy had a busy cruise and isn't open for visitors," Veevee said. "But she'd be more than pleased with a kiss."

Veevee turned her back to Hank and bent forward over the sink to present her buttocks. Hank leaned forward, bending down and parting Veevee's buttocks to reveal Miss Rosy, her anal ring, and Miss Francy, her vulva, slick with lube and her own excitement.

"Beautiful," Hank said. "Beautiful." And busy, as she said. Veevee wasn't one to hide her beauty under a bushel basket. Hank loved watching his wife in action, getting off Monica with her fingers and getting Tom off by squeezing him with her vaginal muscles while he fucked her. "Beautiful."

Veevee laughed. "Ooh!" she said as Hank kissed her ass. "Oh." She took a deep breath. "Oh, honey. Yes, more, more like that. Miss Rosy's loving that. Ohhh."

Hank hummed happily between his wife's buttocks as he licked her sensitive anal opening. Miss Rosy had had a busy cruise, welcoming several eager cocks to play in her snug back garden. Hank stayed out on the porch.

A chime sounded. "Passengers please take your seats. We're entering some light turbulence."

Hank leaned back and sat straight. "You heard 'em honey, time to sit down."

Veevee sat down in Hank's lap, guiding his penis into her. "Oh. You always feel so good, Hank."

Hank circled his arms around her, holding tight. "You too, sweetheart, you too."

The turbulence began with a vibration under them. They sat, letting the shaking of the winds drive the motion, and the tightening of their sex muscles drive the fit. Hank squeezed, making his cock head swell. Veevee squeezed, holding tight on him. The airplane shuddered, shaking them against each other.

"Oh Hank, this is doing it for me, this is really doing it," Veevee said, her voice rising.

The airplane swooped, making them light as air, then rose, slamming Veevee down on Hank's cock. A few more shakes brought on Veevee's climax. Her body tensed and her vagina clamped down on Hank's shaft. She moaned out loud as she came, rising to her heights again and again.

On Veevee's fourth come, Hank found himself going up and over the top with her, exploding into his wife's hot cunt with a groan of release.

The turbulent shaking of the airplane settled down. They sat together in the afterglow, riding a wave of pleasure toward home.