In flight entertainment on the flight home

Returning from their holiday in Tunisia Rachel can’t quiet the voice that Andy stirred at the poolside

Rachel shifted in her middle seat, the hum of the plane's engines vibrating through her body. The flight from Tunisia to Manchester stretched out ahead of her. To her right, Andy dozed against the window, his head lolled back, mouth slightly open, oblivious to the world. They'd had a wild holiday, nights of sweaty, uninhibited fucking under the North African stars, But now, with him out cold from the pre-flight drinks, the seat to her left belonged to Tom, a lanky guy in his early twenties with a cheeky grin and tousled hair. Across the aisle sat his mate Jake, broader and quieter, but his eyes had that same spark of mischief.

The thin green dress Rachel wore clung to her skin in the recycled air, light enough that every bump of turbulence made it ride up her thighs. No bra, no knickers, just smooth, bare skin underneath, her pussy still tingling from the morning shave she had got Andy to do before they left the resort. She'd caught Tom and Jake watching her during boarding, their glances lingering on the way the fabric outlined her curves. Now, with Andy snoring softly, Tom leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper over the drone of the engines.

"So, Rachel," Tom started, his knee brushing hers accidentally-on-purpose, "that poolside show last night was something else. Andy really knows how to handle you, doesn't he? We were just... appreciating from afar."

The memory of last night's pool stunt flooded back as the plane hit a pocket of turbulence, jolting her thoughts. After dark, with the hotel quiet, she had dared Andy to skinny dip. The water was cool against her bare skin, her body arching as he hoisted her onto the pool's edge. His tongue worked her pussy with that expert precision, lapping and sucking until she was gasping, legs trembling. That's when she'd spotted Tom and Jake lurking on the path behind, half-hidden by palms. Instead of shooing them, she'd nodded, a thrill shooting through her. "Stroke for me," she'd whispered to Andy, but her eyes were on them, guiding their hands as they pulled out their cocks and matched her rhythm. She came hard, waves crashing over her, while they spilled onto the tiled floor, grunts muffled in the night air.

She laughed, a flush creeping up her neck. It had been a thrill, knowing eyes were on her. Jack leaned across the aisle, smirking."You had quite the show last night. Got a front-row seat to your tits bouncing while Andy went down on you. Fair's fair, we gave you a view of our dicks jerking off. When do we get the full reveal?"

Tom chuckled next to her, his eyes flicking down her thin green sundress. "Yeah, Rachel. We've been dying for more than glimpses."

She felt a mischievous heat bloom between her legs, the kind Andy usually stoked but that these two had been fanning all trip. Biting her lip, she parted her thighs just enough, fingers grazing the hem of her dress. No knickers, a habit she had gained during the holiday, and her freshly shaved pussy was already slick from the recollection. She lifted the fabric an inch, exposing her smooth slit to their hungry stares. Tom's eyes widened, Jake leaning forward like he could taste her from there. Her nipples tightened under the lightweight cotton, poking visibly against the dress.

"Fuck, that's smooth," Tom murmured, voice low to avoid waking the scattered passengers. "Bet it feels even better." He reached out to touch her, Rachel closed her legs as his fingers grazed the top of her slit “Not yet.” Had she really said that? Not a no, not a never but not yet?

Her comment triggered the lads, their conversation heated up fast, laced with what-ifs that made her squirm. "If it were me instead of Andy," Jake said, "I'd have bent you over that balcony rail right there, fucked you from behind while everyone at breakfast watched." Tom's hand brushed her knee under the armrest, testing.

Rachel felt the urge building. Her bladder, or maybe just the restlessness, had her fidgeting. "Gonna hit the loo," she murmured after a few minutes, unbuckling her seatbelt.

Tom grinned, not moving an inch. "Climb over, then. I'll steady you."

The aisle seat meant she had to straddle him to get out, her dress hiking up as she swung one leg over his lap. His hands shot to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, bare under the thin material. "Whoa, easy there," he said, but his grip lingered, thumbs brushing the curve where ass met thigh. As she lifted, his pinky "accidentally" skimmed across her pussy lips, parting them just enough to feel the slick warmth gathering there.

"Oi!" She swatted his hand away, but not before that teasing slide sent a jolt through her. Landing on her feet in the aisle, she shot him a mock glare. "Behave, you."

Jake watched with a smirk as she passed. "Hurry back. We've got stories to tell."

In the tiny bathroom, Rachel leaned against the sink, breathing hard. Her reflection showed flushed cheeks, nipples hard against the dress. She was wet, properly soaked, and not just from the finger graze. The risk of it all, Andy asleep mere feet away, had her clit throbbing. She resisted touching herself, edging the urge, and washed up quick.

Back at the seats, Tom had swapped with Jake. Now the broader lad was in the seat next to hers, his thigh thick and solid as she approached. "My turn to help," Jake said, eyes on her legs.

Climbing over him was trickier; he was bulkier, forcing her to press closer. Her dress rode up again, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks, and his hands clamped dow, stronger than Tom's, kneading briefly as if to balance her. "Steady," he murmured, voice rough. This time, as she shifted, his middle finger dipped lower, tracing the slit of her pussy with deliberate slowness, feeling the wetness coat the tip before she twisted away.

"Jake!" she hissed, batting at him, but her body betrayed her, a fresh gush of arousal making her thighs slick. She straightened her dress and dropped into her seat, heart pounding. Andy snored on, unchanged.

The lads exchanged looks, grinning like they'd won a prize. "Getting juicy down there, eh?" Tom whispered from across the aisle. The conversation continued, laced with more what-ifs. "If it were me last night," Jake said, voice husky, "I'd have had you bent over that pool edge, my tongue deeper, fingers in your ass while you came." Tom's hand brushed her knee as he added, "Or both of us, taking turns, filling you up while Andy watched."

Rachel squirmed, the dirty talk weaving into her thoughts. Her hand drifted to her lap under the armrest's cover, fingers slipping beneath the dress hem. The cabin was quiet, most passengers dozing or plugged into screens. She traced her outer lips, feeling the shave's smoothness, the way her clit swelled at the touch. Edging herself slowly, she kept her face neutral, chatting back. "You two couldn't handle me. I'd have you both coming in minutes."

Tom chuckled. "Bullshit. We'd edge you for hours, fingers in, out, teasing that clit till you're dripping on the sheets. Bet you're wet now, aren't you?"

She was, fuck, she was. Her middle finger circled her entrance, dipping in shallowly, the wetness making obscene quiet sounds under the engine noise. "Maybe," she teased, voice breathy. "But you'd have to earn it."

Another urge hit, loo again, or so she told herself. Climbing over Jake, she felt bolder, lingering a second as his hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly. His finger found her pussy again, sliding along the folds, bumping her clit before she pulled back. "Naughty," she whispered, but she didn't swat as hard, letting the tip press just inside for a heartbeat.

In the bathroom, she couldn't hold back. Leaning over the sink, she hiked the dress up, fingers plunging into her soaked pussy, two at once, curling against her G-spot. Memories of the pool flashed: Andy's tongue lapping her, Tom and Jack's shadowed strokes. She edged close, breaths ragged, then stopped, thighs trembling. Not yet.

Returning, Tom had swapped in again. Over him she went, his hands rougher, one finger actually pushing past her lips this time, knuckle-deep in her wetness before she gasped and twisted free. "Fuck, you're soaked," he said as she settled, loud enough for Jack to hear.

"See? Told you," Tom added. "If you were ours, we'd bend you over right here, my cock in that tight pussy while Jake fucks your mouth."

Rachel's laugh bubbled out, genuine and turned-on. The crudeness of it amused her, egging her on. "Promises, promises. You'd probably come too quick, both of you." Her hand was back under the dress, fingering deeper now, thumb on her clit. She spread her legs slightly, hidden by the seats, pumping slowly.

The lads noticed her quickened breaths, the subtle rock of her hips. Tom grinned, undeterred. "Swap with me. Let me sit next to sleeping beauty here, and you take the aisle. Jake can get a better view."

She glanced at Andy, still oblivious, his chest rising and falling steadily. The risk of it all, the plane's confined space, the dozing strangers, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Why not? She slid over Tom carefully, their bodies brushing in ways that weren't accidental, and settled into the aisle seat next to him, Jake now directly across with a clear line of sight.

Emboldened, the talk turned explicit. "Imagine us in that pool," Tom said, eyes locked on hers. "I'd slide into your ass while Jake fucks your pussy. Double team you until you're begging." Jake nodded, voice dropping. "Yeah, stretch you out, fill both holes. You'd love it, tighter than anything Andy's given you."

Rachel's breath hitched. Anal? A threesome? She'd never gone there, not even with Andy's firmest grips. The novelty hit her like a spark to dry tinder, her hand slipping under her dress without thinking. Fingers found her clit, circling slowly as she met their gazes. "I've... never done that," she admitted, voice barely above the engine drone. "Ass or two men at once."

That confession lit them up. "Fuck, virgin territory," Jake groaned. "We'd go slow at first, lube you up with our tongues, then pound you till you squirt." Tom's hand joined hers under the armrest, a finger tracing her inner thigh. "Let us see. Show us how wet this makes you."

Heart pounding, Rachel hiked her dress higher, fully exposing her pussy to the row. No hiding now, her fingers delved in, two sliding into her slick folds, stretching herself as she pumped slowly. The wet sounds were faint but obscene in the quiet cabin. "Like this?" she whispered, edging herself, pulling back just as the pressure built.

"God, yes," Tom breathed, his own hand adjusting the bulge in his shorts. Jake mirrored him across the aisle. Their words poured out, dirty and relentless: "Faster, Rachel. Imagine my dick in your ass, Jake's in your pussy, both thrusting deep." She added a third finger, her pussy clenching around them, juices coating her hand. The thrill of exposure, no blankets, no cover, made her bolder. With a glance at Andy's sleeping form, she bunched the dress under her arms, baring her tits completely. Nipples hard as pebbles, she pinched one, moaning softly.

"Fuck, yes," Tom groaned low. "God, look at that pussy taking it. We'd fill you so good, me in your ass first, slow and deep, while Jake fucks your pussy from below." Jake added, "Threesome like that, you'd be dripping. Imagine our dicks rubbing inside you, making you come harder than ever."

The words fuelled her, her free hand joining to rub her clit in tight circles. She was soaked, the slick sounds faint but obscene in the quiet row. "Never... tried ass," she panted, the admission spurring them on. Tom's hand hovered near her knee, not touching but close enough to tease. "We'd make it good. Lube you up, finger that hole while you ride one of us."

Curiosity overrode caution. Rachel's fingers trailed back, slick with her own juices, circling her asshole tentatively. The first press was foreign, tight, sensitive, but she pushed in, the dual sensation overwhelming. One hand fingering her pussy, two fingers now plunging deep, the other easing into her ass, just the tip at first. "Oh fuck," she moaned softly, biting her lip as pleasure spiked, raw and new.

Tom and Jake watched, transfixed, their own hands now openly stroking bulges in their pants. "That's it, finger that ass. Stretch it for us, imagine our cocks there, pounding you while you come." Tom's voice was gravel, Jake's breath ragged. "You're so fucking wet, pussy clenching like it wants more. Edge it, don't come yet, build it till you can't hold back."

Rachel obeyed, slowing her thrusts, teasing the brink. Her asshole fluttered around her finger, the fullness in both holes making her hips buck subtly. Sweat beaded on her skin, the dress rucked up around her armpits, exposing everything to their hungry eyes.

She added a second finger to her ass, gasping at the burn that melted into bliss, her pussy gushing around the others. The dirty talk didn't stop: visions of them bending her over the seats, one cock in her mouth while the other claimed her virgin ass, then switching to double penetrate her until she squirted.

It built relentlessly, her body trembling. "I'm... close," she whispered, fingers flying now, fucking herself hard in pussy and ass, clit throbbing under her thumb. Tom's hand finally brushed her thigh, squeezing. "Come for us, Rachel. Soak those fingers."

The orgasm hit like a wave crashing, better than anything Andy had ever drawn out, intense, shattering. Her pussy spasmed, juices coating her hand, a small squirt escaping to dampen the seat. Her ass clenched tight, the new intrusion amplifying every pulse until she was shaking, muffling cries into her arm. Stars burst behind her eyelids, the release leaving her limp, buzzing.

Panting, she withdrew her fingers, slick and shiny. The boys were stroking faster, eyes glazed. "Fuck, that was hot," Jake muttered. But the peak had her bladder protesting again, the climax loosening everything. "One more trip," she said weakly, standing on wobbly legs. She climbed over Tom first, his hand cupping her ass fully now, fingers slipping through the wetness trailing down her thighs. "Evidence of a good time," he teased, bringing his fingers to his nose.

She steadied herself next to Jake, same treatment, his touch lingering on her soaked pussy, dipping in briefly to feel the aftershocks. In the loo, she cleaned up as best she could, the mirror showing flushed cheeks and wild eyes. Back in her seat, she tugged the dress down, swapping back to the middle as Andy stirred

The captain's voice crackled: descent into Manchester beginning. Lights brightened, tray tables up. Rachel smoothed her dress, breathless, a satisfied grin spreading. Andy stirred finally, blinking awake. "Good flight?" he mumbled, kissing her cheek.

"The best," she replied, winking at the lads across the aisle. As they taxied to the gate, Tom slipped her a napkin-scribbled number: "For round two in Manchester." She pocketed it, her head spinning.

As they deplaned, Rachel walked between Andy and the lingering gaze of Tom and Jake. Andy, none the wiser, squeezed her hand. "I can’t wait to get home with you" he said.

Rachel held his hand, the thrill from the plane souring into regret. What the fuck had she done? Andy had been her everything, the gentle starts, the brutal finishes, the risks they'd shared. And here she was, performing for strangers, the quiet voice in her head now screaming. Maybe the holiday's end was just the beginning of unraveling it all.

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