At the time I was working in a lab in New Jersey and got tapped to work on the West Coast for three months in an emergency. While out there, separated from family and friends, we all went native. I grew my hair out to my shoulders, and for the first time grew a full beard. Once a month they would fly us home to see our families after working 84 hour weeks. When I went over to the lab to check my mail, people stared at me and moved away from the hairy mountain man moving down the hallway. Of course the best moment was that first time I flew home and got into the apartment after Marilyn had left for work. I was beat, and climbed into bed and went to sleep. That afternoon I woke up to my wife screaming in the bedroom. She didn't know I was coming home and didn't know who the hairy bearded guy sleeping in her bed was! Of course, about ten seconds after she figured out who I was, she was in the bed with me. It had been a long cycle on the West Coast.
Anyway, that 727 set the gold standard for corporate jets, that and the Playboy DC-9 that Hugh Hefner owned briefly. This bird wasn't that fancy, but she was pretty nice, and she apparently could haul ass. Once we taxied to the runway, Jim Johnson put the pedal to the metal and I found myself pushed heavily back into the seat. It didn't seem like very long before he rotated off the runway and started climbing like a raped ape at a crazy angle. I looked over at my wife and found her looking at me with a mixture of disbelief and awe. I just grinned back.
It was well under ten minutes before we were at cruising altitude and leveled off. At that time, Samantha unbuckled from her jump seat and got to her feet. She popped open a hidden cabinet and pulled out a pair of champagne flutes. These she handed to us, and then she opened a different cabinet to reveal a hidden wine cooler. Inside was a bottle of Dom Perignon. She pulled this out and popped the cork carefully, and then poured some into our flutes. Then Samantha set the bottle into a holder built into the wall of the cabin in front of me. "I'm going forward now. I'll let you know when we're about ten minutes out from Eleuthera." Then she headed towards the cockpit, and a minute later a full partition slid shut closing off the cockpit.
I looked over at my wife and held out my champagne flute towards her. "Here's to our vacation. We earned it!"
Marilyn looked over and laughed, and then clinked her flute against mine. "We earned it?"
"You had a baby and I blew apart my knee. We earned it!"
She smiled and sipped her champagne, and I did the same. In fact, we finished our glasses and I refilled them. I also undid my seat belt and tucked it down into the seat and out of the way. Marilyn noticed me and did the same.
I patted my right knee and smiled at her, and gave her a 'come along' motion with my index finger. "Have a seat."
"We can't do that!"
"Do what? We're just going to sit and talk."
Marilyn rolled her eyes and carefully got up, and then twisted around to sit on my lap sideways. Since I was in the left hand seat, I had my glass in my right hand and Marilyn had hers in her left, with her right arm around my neck. I pulled her face down to mine and gave her a quick kiss. "Who knows, maybe by the time we get back, your parents will have sold Charlie to the gypsies and it will be quiet again."
"You are a heartless and evil person.", she replied with a smile.
"You think so? Wait until he hits the teenage years and grows up to be just like his old man! You'll be happy to move him out of the house then."
Marilyn gave me a disapproving look. "I think you're just making it all up. No way could you have been like you say you were when you were a teenager."
I just smiled. My left hand snaked its way up to the zipper on the back of her dress. Ten seconds later I had flipped the hook-and-eye catch and pulled the zipper down. "Carling! You can't do that here!"
"Now, how old do you think I was when I perfected that little maneuver? It wasn't after I met you, not hardly!"
Marilyn tried to reach around with one hand to zip up her dress, but I already had my hand inside, caressing the skin of her lower back. "You can't do this!", she protested.
"Do what? This?" I quickly reached up and pulled the tie holding her halter top up.
Marilyn squealed and pulled her hands around to her front. "Carl!"
"You complain way too much!", I commented. I finished off my champagne and tossed the flute over into her seat. Then I placed my hand on her knee and slid it up and under the edge of her sundress.
Marilyn squealed again and moved her hands to her lap, which simply dropped her top down and exposed her breasts. "We're going to get into trouble!"
"Ever heard of the mile high club?" I kept pushing my hand up her dress, and began running my fingers across the front panel of her panties.
"Yes.", she answered weakly, her resolve weakening as her pussy got hot and moist.
"Well, why do you think I asked the stewardess to close the door?"
Marilyn's head spun to look at the door, and the whipped around to me again. "You didn't!?"
I just grinned like a madman. "Why do you think she told us she would let us know ten minutes before landing?"
Marilyn's eyes widened at that. "Oh my God! You didn't!"
I laughed. "Yeah, now sit up a bit and give me a hand." I tugged her dress down around her waist, and then had Marilyn lift up enough so that I could pull it down and off her. As I moved down past her hips, I also reached out with my fingers and tugged her panties down, too. I tossed her clothing onto her seat, so that she was now sitting naked on my lap, wearing nothing but her high heeled sandals and a nervous smile. I put my hand back between her legs and began fingering her pussy. "You are so beautiful!", I told her.
"Oh God!" Marilyn moaned as she arched her back, and I lowered my face to suck on her tits. Ever since Charlie came along, I think they grew a full cup size; she was now about a C+. "Unh ... unh ... unh...", she grunted, her body shivering beneath me.
I let her come that way and then relented. "Lift up a bit.", I ordered her. As soon as she lifted off my lap, I undid my belt and zipper and pushed my pants and briefs down and off. "Now, twist around. This flight isn't long enough for us to get too silly." Marilyn cautiously moved to twist around and straddle my hips and then lowered herself onto my cock. She was very juicy and turned on, her nipples, normally so small and faint were now engorged and pointing out at me. "Oh, yeah, that's it!"
"You're so bad! If we get in trouble it's all your fault!", she answered, lifting up and dropping down onto me.
"Yeah, right, that's why you're on top, because I'm the bad guy, right!", I laughed. I put my face back down and began sucking her nipples, first one and then the other, as she bounced on my cock. Marilyn was letting out little keening noises as she orgasmed, and her cunt was spasming around me. It was rippling around my cock, and it felt exquisite! After a bit, I just groaned and pulled her down onto me, hard, as I lifted my hips up and out of the seat and blasted my jism up and into her pussy.