This is the third in a series of the erotic adventures of Joe and his slutty wife Marla. Joe's employer, X-Ray Technologies, a security equipment manufacturer headquartered in Chicago, has scheduled its annual business meeting at the Paradise Island Hotel in Nassau in the Bahamas in February. Because of robust sales during the past year, the spouses were also invited to attend.

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We now join Joe and Marla after their departure from O'Hare airport aboard United Flight 1069.......

THE FLIGHT

"How was your chicken cordon bleu?" Joe asked Marla. They were seated in coach in row 15. The row contained 3 seats, but the middle seat was empty, which gave them a little extra elbow room.

"Not too bad," Marla said. "The white wine makes it taste a little better."

"Some things never change," Joe said. "Airline food is still, well, airline food." He poured the rest of the wine from the tiny bottle into his glass.

The flight attendant walked down the aisle collecting food trays from the passengers as they finished their meals. She stopped at aisle 15. "Do you folks want anything else?" she said with a pleasant smile.

"We'd both like another bottle of wine," Joe said without hesitation.

"Red or white?"

"White, please. Something from California, if you've got it."

Marla turned from looking out the window. "Are you trying to get me drunk before we even get there?" Marla asked with a grin.

"Hey, this is going to be a fantastic party weekend, and we're going to start the party right now."

"I thought this was a business weekend," Marla countered.

"Hell, real business meetings are held in Cleveland in February," Joe said with a laugh. "But when you're in the Bahamas, it's party time. And there's no better time to start partying than right now."

The flight attendant returned with their drink order. Joe gazed at her ample bust as she placed the wine on the seat trays. Nice set of knockers, he thought. "Do you need anything else?" she asked.

"How about a blanket and a couple of pillows," Joe requested. He turned to Marla. "Remember what we were talking about at the airport?"

Marla looked a bit puzzled. "No, not exactly."

"You know. About the Mile High Club."

Marla rolled her eyes a bit. "Not that again," she groaned. "I thought we agreed that I'm not going to fuck you in the bathroom. It's too cramped, people will hear us, and I'm just not going to do it. Besides that whole Mile High Club is just a fantasy. Who do you know who's actually done it on an airplane?"

"Lot's of people," Joe argued. "You hear about it all the time. It's like a marital right of passage."

"Ok, name one. Name one couple you know who've fucked on an airplane."

"Kevin and Tracy. They've done it." Joe was referring to his co-worker, Kevin, and his wife Tracy who were also going to the meeting. In fact, they were on the same flight, but in row 29, which was much further back in the tail section of the plane.

"Right. And you want us to walk past their seats to the bathroom and have them watch us both go in there together? They'll know exactly what we're up to. Not to mention all the other people who are on this flight."

"So?"

"So, I'm not going to do it. I'd feel too self-conscience."

Joe paused for a moment to think things over. It was obvious that Marla had made up her mind. "Ok, how about this? We do it right here."

Marla looked surprised and then astonished. "Oh sure. I'll just strip right down and ride you cowgirl style in front of everybody. We'll ask the stewardess to delay the start of the in-flight movie so everybody can watch."

"No, no, not like that," Joe said hurriedly. "Look, we'll raise the arms of the middle seat, you lay your head on my lap like you're taking a nap, and I'll cover you with the blanket. We'll turn out the seat lights, and you suck me off under the blanket. Who'll know?"

"Well, I don't know," Marla said hesitantly. "What if the flight attendant walks by?"

"I'll tap you on the shoulder if she comes by," Joe said in a reassuring voice.

Marla hesitated for a moment, but gave in to Joe's urging nevertheless. She laid her head on his lap and curled her feet and legs up into the seat as if it were a very small bed. Joe covered her head and body with the blanket and turned off the lights. Marla quickly found Joe's zipper and released his semi-hard cock. This was crazy, but she found it surprisingly erotic. She licked the head of his cock a few times, and then sucked on the mushroom tip with her full, red lips. From under the blanket she could hear Joe's breathing quicken as his cock swelled in response to her warm, wet mouth.

She increased her tempo and sucked harder. Joe squirmed a bit in his seat as she expertly brought him closer to orgasm. The feel of his hard cock in her mouth along with the knowledge of what they were doing made her pussy tingle with excitement.

Just when she thought she was about to get Joe off she felt him tap her shoulder and whisper, "The stewardess is coming." Marla stopped for an instant and then thought, hell, this was Joe's idea; I'll let him explain it to the stewardess. Marla kept on sucking and licking.

"Is your wife feeling alright?" the stewardess asked.

Joe struggled to maintain some semblance of composure. "Oh yes, she's just tired. Needs a little nap. She's fine. Fine," he said with the same believability of a drunk driver who's trying to convince a cop he's sober. Joe put his hands on Marla's head, which was bobbing under the blanket, in a futile attempt to shield it from the flight attendant’s view.

The stewardess grinned and said, "Just let me know if you two need anything like a napkin or towel or anything like that."

Joe closed his eyes as the flight attendant moved on down the aisle. Marla quickened her pace, took his cock deep into her mouth and then stroked it feverishly with her hand before sucking it again. She soon brought Joe to the point of no return. She felt his cock spasm a few times as he shot his load. From under the blanket she heard him groan with satisfaction. She wondered if anybody else could hear him.

After a couple of seconds, Joe removed the blanket and Marla slowly reclaimed an upright position in the seat. "That was great, baby," Joe whispered. "Better than I imagined it would be."

Marla smiled as she fussed with her hair. Her makeup was smeared a bit, and her hair was in disarray.

"But why didn't you stop when the stewardess came by?" Joe asked.

Marla held back her laugh. "Hey, this was your idea, cowboy. I wanted to see how you would handle it."

"Don't worry," Joe said confidently. "She didn't suspect a thing. I had my poker face on."

"I'll bet you did," Marla countered. "I know you too well. I'll bet any amount of money that you had your O-face on.... Oh, oh, oh, I'm cummming," she mocked.

"Trust me," Joe said again. "She didn't suspect a thing."

"There's only one thing wrong with your plan, buster."

"What's that?"

"Sucking your cock has got me all hot and bothered."

Joe put his hand on her thigh. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it up to you. I owe you one. And when we get to the Bahamas I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" Marla asked as if seeking further clarification.

"You bet. I'll do anything you want. You just name it. Whatever you want, whenever you want, wherever you want."

"Ok," Marla said. "I'm going to hold you to that."

Joe and Marla finished their wine as the captain announced their approach into the Nassau airport. The flight attendants collected the empty glasses and trays in preparation for landing. Once on the ground, the passengers retrieved their bags from the overhead bins, and made a final check of their seats before departing the plane. As they filed through the door, the flight attendant thanked them for flying United. She smiled at Joe and Marla as they approached the door. "Thanks for flying with us today," she said with a grin. She leaned closer to Marla as she passed and whispered, "And welcome to the club."

Marla pushed Joe's shoulder playfully as they exited the plane. "She knew. She knew what we were doing all the time," Marla said.

"So what," Joe replied. "We'll never see her again."

"You owe me big time for this one," Marla said. "And I expect full payment."

AT THE POOLSIDE

The company scheduled a morning meeting the next day for the employees followed by lunch and a round of golf in the afternoon for those who were interested. Most of the men elected to play golf while many of the women opted for a day in the warm sun by the pool. Marla found a comfortable spot in the sun tanning area. A few minutes later, Tracy laid her towel on a chaise lounge next to Marla. "Hi, I'm Tracy," she said. "Is this chair taken?"

Marla looked up. "Hi, Tracy. I remember you from the Christmas party. No, go right ahead," she said gesturing toward the chair.

Both women made themselves comfortable. "This sun is so intense," Tracy said. "Would you mind putting lotion on my back?"

Marla rubbed the white cream into Tracy's smooth skin. She couldn't help but notice how big Tracy's boobs were. She didn't remember her having such a full figure at the Christmas party.

"Do you think this is one of those topless beaches?" Tracy said as Marla finished putting on the suntan lotion.

Marla looked around. "I don't see anyone topless."

"I was just wondering because I'd like to get one of those all-over tans like you can do at the tanning parlor. Kevin wants to see what my new tits look like without tan lines."

"New tits?" Marla asked.

"Yes, didn't you know? I got a boob job in January. It was my Christmas gift from Kevin. Or should I say it was Kevin's Christmas gift to himself," Tracy said with a laugh. "He can't keep his hands off me. We've been fucking our brains out ever since." Tracy turned around to face Marla after she finished her back. "What do you think? Do they look real? They aren't too big, are they?" She arched her back slightly to accentuate her bust line.

"They look very nice," Marla said. "He did a very good job."

"She did. My boob doc is a woman," Tracy corrected and then continued. "Kevin said he liked my boobies before. But I know he thought they were too little. Ever since I was a teenager, I wanted a nice set of big hooters like yours," Tracy said. "Kevin calls big boobs, hooters. Or Winnebago’s. Or whoozamacallits. He called mine boobies up until my surgery. Now he calls them his great big hooters."

Marla gave Tracy the bottle of suntan lotion. "I'll do you now," Tracy offered. She rubbed the lotion on Marla's back. When Marla turned around, Tracy continued to rub more lotion onto Marla's chest. "You don't want to burn on your first day," she said.

"I can do that," Marla said, but Tracy kept rubbing the lotion in, moving her finger tips deftly over the tops of Marla's big tits. "The cool feeling of the lotion combined with the sensation of Tracy's fingers made her nipples hard.

"You're so lucky to be big like this," Tracy said. "Feel mine," she said. "Tell me if you think they feel real."

Marla looked around. She had always wondered if breast implants felt like the real thing. She was tempted to find out, but before she could, another woman, dressed in a skimpy thong bikini sat down in the chair next to them. Marla did a double-take. It was the flight attendant.

"Do you mind if I join you?" the newcomer asked. "My name is Kathy." See paused for a brief moment. "Didn't both of you fly down here yesterday. I think you were on my flight. I'm a flight attendant for United."

Before Marla could respond Tracy spoke up. "Yes, we're attending a company meeting with our husbands."

Kathy looked at Marla. "I hope I didn't embarrass you when you got off the plane. I shouldn't have said what I did."

Tracy looked bewildered. "Care to let me in on the secret," she said finally.

Marla looked at Kathy and then at Tracy. After a pregnant pause she said finally, "Ok, I'll tell you. You'll probably find out anyway knowing what a big mouth Joe has. Here goes. Joe talked me into joining the Mile High Club by giving him head on the plane," Marla said quickly. "There it’s out in the open."

Tracy covered her hand to stifle a shriek, "No, you didn't."

Marla looked at Kathy. "And you knew what was going on, didn't you?"

"Don't be embarrassed. It happens all the time," Kathy said matter-of-factly. "But usually couples try to do it the in the head. I wonder how it got that name. The head."

"Giving head in the head," Tracy volunteered. "Kevin has been after me to join the Mile High Club, too."

"What a minute," Marla said. "Joe told me you were a member of the club. Kevin told him that you'd done it on a plane before." That sneak, Marla thought. Tricking her into giving him head that way.

Kathy lay back on the lounge chair. "I shouldn't have said anything, but it's been such a long time since I've had a cock in my mouth, seeing you giving your hubby head under the blanket really got me hot. The first thing I did when I got to my hotel room was draw a hot bath and finger myself."

"Well, Joe owes me big time for that little escapade," Marla confessed. "He promised he'd make it up to me over the weekend."

"I wish Kevin owed me a favor like that," Tracy offered. "Do you know what I'd like to see sometime? I'd like to watch a guy suck Kevin's cock. Make it nice and hard for me. And then have him jack off while Kevin fucks me. All I'd have to do is lay back and enjoy it."

Kathy flashed a white smile beneath her sunglasses. "Stop it. All this talk of cocks and tits and licking and sucking and fucking is making me so fucking horny."

Marla pondered Tracy's fantasy for a second. "Ladies, I have an idea. But I need your help."

MARLA'S PLAN

"No fucking way. I'm not sucking Kevin's cock. No fucking way," Joe repeated in a determined voice as he continued to get dressed.

Marla was putting on her makeup in front of the full-length mirror in their hotel room. She knew her idea would be met with big-time resistance from Joe. "You promised me that you'd pay me back for sucking you off on the plane. Remember? The Mile High Club?"

"I said I owed you one, but that didn't include cocksucking."

"You said anytime, anywhere, anyplace," Marla reminded Joe.

"But I didn't say 'anything', did I?"

Marla finished her makeup and pulled on a pair of tight shorts over her thong. Her tits swayed gently as she bent over. They were so big her halter top barely contained them. She sat on the bed as she slipped on her sandals. The deep red color of her toenails matched her fingernails. Joe watched his sexy wife's reflection in the mirror as he buttoned his shirt. "Tracy told me she has a fantasy about watching a guy suck Kevin's cock," Marla said.

Joe turned around to face Marla. "I'd eat Tracy's pussy, but I'm not going to suck Kevin's cock," Joe said. "A guy can eat all the pussy he wants and he'll never be called a pussyeater, but suck just one cock....well, you know. Besides, I work with the guy. How long do you think it would take for that piece of gossip to get around the office?" he posed.

"What if you could suck his cock without him knowing it was you? If you do that for Tracy, she might let you eat her pussy."

Joe thought about that for a second. "That's not possible," he said finally. "The man's not blind."

"Tracy and I have it all figured out," Marla countered. "You just have to trust me. She invited us to their room for drinks before dinner. All you need to do is follow my instructions. You trust me, don't you?"

The image of Tracy sitting on Joe's face flashed through his mind. He put his arm around Marla. "OK baby, but this better work or my career is over."

Marla smiled. "Don't worry, here's the plan. I'll go to their room and tell Kevin that you had to check on a few things for the meeting tomorrow and will be along in a few minutes. Meanwhile, you wait in the hallway while Tracy and I get everything set up. I'll come and get you when the time is right. Got it?"

Joe nodded. "OK, but like I said, this better work."

THE PLAN IN ACTION

Tracy let Marla into the hotel room at the appointed hour. Kevin walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Sorry, I was a little late getting off the golf course," he apologized. "Where's Joe?"

"He'll be along in a few minutes," Marla replied. "He had to run a few errands." Marla couldn't help but notice Kevin's hard physique. His body was sculpted like a weight-lifter. Although Joe was in good shape, he didn't have a ripped body like Kevin's. She wondered what size muscle was hidden under the towel. Kevin let the towel drop to the floor as he returned to the bathroom. Marla caught a quick glimpse of his tight ass as he passed through the doorway. Soon Kevin returned to the room wearing a pair of slacks, but no shirt. He grabbed his shirt from the back of the desk chair and put it on.

"So, Tracy tells me you got her a special gift for Christmas," Marla said as she watched Kevin fasten the buttons over his strong chest.

"Yeah, aren't they spectacular?" he said with a smile. He looked at Tracy. "They make you look so hot and sexy, baby," he said.

"And they look and feel just like real ones, don't they?" Tracy said on cue.

"Almost like the real thing," Kevin said with a smile.

"I bet you can't tell the difference between Tracy's tits and mine," Marla said. "If you were blindfolded, I mean."

"Are you kidding? Of course, I could tell the difference," Kevin said. "I know how my wife's tits feel."

"Wanna bet?" Marla countered. "Let's try a little experiment," she said as she pulled a scarf out of her purse and waved it seductively in front of Kevin. "I'll blindfold you. Let's see if you can tell the difference between Tracy's tits and mine."

Kevin smiled. "Okay, but it's no contest. Believe me. I know the difference."

Marla secured the scarf over Kevin's eyes. While she was doing that, Tracy pulled off her top, releasing her firm tits. The large, dark areolas were a stark contrast to her smooth light skin. As soon as she finished with the scarf, Marla followed suit and stood next to Tracy. "OK, Kevin, take two steps forward and see if you can tell us apart," Marla instructed.

Kevin stepped forward cautiously with his arms outstretched as if he were playing a party game. He pawed the air until his hands found their target. He hefted Tracy's boobs one at a time. Then he tweaked her nipples gently. He massaged her massive tits and cupped them in his hands. "Can I taste them?" he asked. Neither Marla nor Tracy answered for fear of tipping him off with the sound of their voices.

Kevin sucked on Tracy's nipples, first one then the other. "Hmmm, they taste good. But I'm not sure, yet." He moved over in front of Marla. He hefted her boobs just like he did with Tracy. Then he sucked on her nipples making them puckered and hard like little gummy bears. Marla felt a tingle race from her tits to her pussy. Kevin's hands were so firm, but gentle at the same time. He flicked her nipples with his tongue. She noticed her heart was racing with excitement and her panties were wet. This little game was getting her more excited than she imagined in the beginning.

Both girls took a step back and then exchanged places as Marla said, "OK, time's up. Which boobs are Tracy's?"

"That's easy," Kevin said as he started to take off the blindfold. Marla stopped him before he could untie it. "Not so fast," she said. "Tell us first."

"OK, Tracy is the first set of tits," Kevin said confidently. "Although they were both very nice," he added.