Jim began to fuck her in hard, deep strokes. She had never felt a cock so deep before. It felt like his cock was all the way into her belly. She started moving her ass back against him and tightening up her pussy walls. His fat cock was really getting deep inside her pussy. She loved it.
She reached behind them and found his balls. Her fingertips caressed his heavy balls and made her shiver with delight. He kept ramming it into her. He reached around and grabbed her tits. They were hanging almost low enough to touch the floor. His fingertips started rubbing her nipples.
"Oh yes," she cried. "You're making me feel so good all over. You're making me feel so good!"
Jim began to fuck her cunt a little harder. His heavy balls slapped her with each hard stroke. She could feel her body shaking each time he slammed into her. She had the feeling that her pussy was going to be sore the next day, but she didn't care about that. All she could care about was that it felt so good.
She was the one who lost control as she felt the first shiver of pleasure rocking her body. She started slamming back against his cock as hard as she could. His prick was really getting deeper. She could feel his prick getting fatter.
"Oh yes," she cried. "This is what I need. Oh, I need it so bad. It feels so good! Your big prick feels so good! It's going to make me come. It's making me come! Oh shit! Shit! Fuuuuck!"
Her body rocked back and forth. She was afraid she was going to split apart. She kept trembling even after the last shudder of pleasure went through her. She could feel her cunt juices soaking Jim's hard cock.
Jim didn't slow down. He kept ramming his fat cock into her pussy from behind. She had to take a breath, but then she started rocking back to meet his thrusts. She wanted to satisfy him just as she had been satisfied. She tightened her pussy walls around his cock again. She was milking his cock with the walls of her pussy.
"Come in me," she moaned. "Shoot your hot cum in me. Shoot your cum in me!"
He kept ramming her and she felt his cum dripping inside her. She tightened her cunt again.
"Baby, I'm going to shoot," he groaned. "I'm going to shoot my fucking cum. Shit, baby, it feels so good. It feels so fucking good! I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!"
This time he shot his wad of hot cum inside her pussy. She felt his prick pumping again and again until her pussy was filled with cum. She kept tightening her pussy walls to make sure she got every drop of cum from his fat prick. She finally felt him sigh and rein.
"That was fantastic, baby," he told her. "That was the best piece of pussy I've ever had."
Caroline got up and started dressing. He reached up and grabbed her hand.
"Where are you going, sugar?" he asked.
"I've got to get home."
"We've got time for another, baby," Jim said.
Caroline stopped dressing.
Rick knew that there was something troubling Caroline, but he would have never guessed what it was. He didn't protest when Caroline wanted to spend the weekend with her father. Her father still lived a couple of hundred miles away and Caroline decided she would fly so that she'd get there sooner.
Rick took her to the airport and kissed her tenderly.
"Don't worry about me, honey," he told her. "I'll get along fine. Just have a good time with your dad."
"Thanks," Caroline said.
As Caroline got on the plane she kept thinking what a wicked woman she was. Her husband was a nice guy who was doing his best. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't give her everything she wanted. She was turning into a real bitch.
That was why she wanted to spend the weekend with her father. She had always been able to explain things to her dad. He had lived alone ever since her mother died and he'd always been there when she needed him.
This time she needed him worse than she had ever needed him.
The plane was pretty empty and Caroline was surprised when the young stewardess directed her to first-class section.
"But I'm not going first class," she protested.
"That's all right. Tonight's going to be a dead night and we decided to put everyone in first class."
The stewardess didn't tell the complete truth. They didn't put everyone in first class. Only herself and a young, good-looking man in an expensive suit.
The stewardess closed, the curtains on first class and left them alone.
"Well," Caroline said. "I've ridden first class a few times and this is as nice as I've ever seen it."
"This is not exactly first class," the young man explained. "This is executive class. My name's Paul Johnson and I'm an executive with the airlines."
"But what am I doing up here with you?" she asked.
Paul Johnson shrugged. "I just didn't feel like riding by myself tonight and I told the girl to bring in the first pretty girl who got on the plane."
Caroline felt herself blushing down to her toes. She had always been a sucker for compliments and it seemed like she was getting them more and more lately. Of course, a handsome man paying her compliments was the last thing she needed right now.
"Maybe I shouldn't stay up here," she said.
"Nonsense," Paul said. "It's nicer up here and I really would appreciate the company. Please stay."
He really was nice and polite and Caroline thought that there wouldn't be any harm in sitting down. She took a seat across from him and crossed her legs. She noticed the way his eyes went to her legs. That was normal. Men had always looked at her long, shapely legs. She was really getting nervous as hell. It wasn't like she was a nympho or something. She could control herself. She wasn't going to get laid by any man who wanted her.
"Do you travel our airlines often?" Paul asked.
"No," she answered. "My father lives a good distance away but this is the first time I've visited him since I've been married."
"I see," he said. "You know, you are a nice-looking woman. And very classy. Have you ever considered perhaps getting a job as a stewardess?"
She was flattered that he thought she was classy looking. And she remembered that little-girl dream of someday being a stewardess on an airline like this and traveling all over the world.
"I thought about, it once," she admitted.
"You should think about it again," Paul said. "You know, this airline now accepts applications from married women also. I think you'd have a good chance."
"I don't think so," she laughed.
She probably hadn't realized how sharp Paul was. She thought about it later, but couldn't decide if he had really been easing her into something. But somehow he had broken the ice and they were talking like old friends.
Paul knew how to talk. He had been almost everywhere and his descriptions of places he'd been soon had Caroline wanting to see them. The stewardess came in and brought them drinks. She hadn't even realized that any had been ordered. She sipped her cool drink and felt the alcohol going through her quickly. Paul moved over to sit beside her.
"I can't get over how pretty you are," he said. "I really think you should apply to be a stewardess."
"I don't think so," she said.