The Sky Isn't The Limit

Listening to Jen’s labored breaths and now only focusing on the skin between her cleavage tighten and relax against her dress as she tried to hold back and not give in to his desires but alas, his fingers were trained and his disgusting digits were expertly bringing her to orgasm. Like a cat that got the cream, a grin spread over Mick’s face, wide and open, showing his over-whitened teeth. In that moment his motives were laid bare; he was a mocker, one who enjoyed whatever torment he could inflict on others and it was this time Jen’s unfortunate circumstance that allowed him his new plaything.

“We’re here sir” the taxi driver spoke, his eyes not leaving Jen’s crotch and watching the slick moisture of her pussy eek up Mick’s middle finger.

“I guess we’ll just have to continue this later then shall we?” growled Mick as he unceremoniously withdrew his finger with a subtle plopping sound and wiped it on the helm of her dress. “Let’s go” he then ordered, shifting in his seat and opening his door.

Tearing up, the humiliation of it and the idea of going anywhere with this man had her stomach churning but she had no time to rest or collect her thoughts. The door was swung open and there stood in the dust, Mick held his hand out and in an instant was ushering her towards a small crater plane.

Pushing Jen first up the stairs and following closely behind, his nose only inches from her ass. Mick grabbed around her hips and spun her in the middle of the gantry. “There” he simple said, pointing to a seat that sat opposite, seemingly the only other chair on the aircraft. Walking away and quickly buckling her belt, Jen looked out the window. If her Knight in shinning armor was going to come, now was the time.

“Sluts, whores and dedicated fuck holes of the flight, prepare for take off.” he joyfully called out through the telecoms that sent a vile shudder down Jen's spine.

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Back in the house, Sun was laid on the sofa once more, her fingers deftly twirling in the air as if she was playing with the beam of sunlight peaking in past the wooden shutters as Dave stood outside on the porch.

Dave was still deep in thought. *He’s fucking her and she’s enjoying it.*, *I bet she is you know.*, *You fuck that Sun’s ass, tie her up, ruin her! She won’t be able to walk never mind control the way she shits after you.* These notions wrestled in Dave's head, his own demons having a battle of their own mixed with his own thoughts of his pure and innocent wife as he walked back into the house and saw her lying there, still playing with the sunlight.

*Take her up to their bedroom and fuck her!* he screamed in his head, before quickly wrapping his hands around his face as if to keep the silent voice from escaping his mouth. He stood racked with guilt that he could have such thoughts, going crazy in his mind at how alike he must be to Mick, whom was probably fucking his wife right now. He turned to Sun, I’m just going to head over to the shop.” He said.

“I’ll come with you?” offered Sun, wiping her eyes and slowly getting up to her feet.

“No no.” Dave interjected, “I’ll be ten, fifteen minutes, why don’t you go lounge by the pool and I’ll join you when I get back?” he teased, flashing a white smile and turning on his absent charm, whilst flipping the pages of his most recent manuscript in his head, his fingers mimicing his writing as he done so and a cruel smile creeping at the corner of his mouth. Dave had a plan and knew what he needed.

“Oh, okay, yeah” Sun suspiciously accepted as she watched Dave turn around and fiddle with his pocket.

Turning and concealing his now excited cock, something cracked and snapped within him, inner impure thoughts now raced through his mind and revenge or an angle of revenge was the only way he could put his worried thoughts to bed about his wife.