| Straight: Infidelity: A Helping Hand (1/3) |
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At first she thought she was dreaming. Cara had been dreaming a lot lately, dreams of hot steamy sex. Perhaps it had been all the stress and excitement of moving to Australia – they say that dreams can sometimes be a form of stress release. In this dream she was on her way to Perth, the long haul flight half way to its destination. The cabin lights were out and almost all the passengers of the half full plane were sleeping. The only sounds were the gentle drone of the engines and the intermittent snores. One of those snoring was her husband Mike, who sat to her right with his blanket pulled up to his chin. To the right of him lay their two month old baby daughter fast asleep in her special cradle. To the left of Cara was a businessman is his early forties. Earlier they had chatted over dinner and he had told her that he was an advertising executive for a bank and was on his way to Singapore to take up a new post. He was tall and handsome and that glint in his eye told her that he was interested in her. In her dream she had fallen asleep and his hand had slipped under her blanket to fondle her through her slacks. At first his touch was light as his fingers traced the outline of her vagina and then they began to press into her opening. She found herself instinctively parting her legs to allow his fingers greater access and he responded by pressing harder against her. She could feel her cotton panties touching her warm moist flesh as his fingers began rubbing her rhythmically. It wasn’t long before she found herself responding to his movements by pushing her mound against his hand. She also found herself softly moaning. When his hand moved to the top button of her slacks she found herself pulling her stomach muscles in to allow him access and it was then that she realised that this wasn’t a dream. She opened her eyes as the button popped open. Everything was real; the cabin dimly lit; the sleeping passengers; her sleeping husband and baby; everything, it was all for real. So was the warm hand that was slipping inside the waistband of her panties. Suddenly he spoke. “Relax,” he whispered. His fingers made contact with her pussy lips. A stranger’s fingers were touching her intimately; probing her; violating her, as her husband slept next to her. She knew that she should cry out; she knew that she should be pushing his hand away but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was sexually aroused and instead she found herself stroking his hand under the blanket, giving him that signal of approval. He responded by slipping two fingers deep inside her. Cara groaned softly as she felt her wetness rush to meet his thrusting. It had been years since another man had touched her so intimately. In fact it had taken almost two months of dating before she had let Mike get his hand inside her knickers. But this man, this stranger whom she had known for just a few hours, was masturbating her. She pulled the blankets to her mouth and began biting on her fingers to stop herself from crying out in ecstasy as she felt herself starting to orgasm. It was also difficult stopping herself from thrusting against him. Cara was not only very vocal when she was cumming she was also very active. She |
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