Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2014 08:57:48 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Me, Carol and Raoul. Part nine.

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       Part ten.

       We had our two seats near the read end of the plane and I told Carol
that though the flight time was eight hours, by the clock, it would be
thirteen hours due to the time difference, The reverse of what it seemed
from leaving London. We would be flying east so with us taking off at five
p.m., our arrival time in England would be six a.m. We buckled up our seat
belts before the light came on to tell us just that and noted that the
plane was full again.

  The cabin door was finally closed and the plane moved off away from the
terminal to trundle down to the far end of the runway and the tannoy
crackled and a voice come out from the cockpit.

  `Welcome ladies and gentlemen to flight Lyon 206. We'll be taking off in
a moment or two for London. A flying speed will be 250 miles an hour at a
height of 23,000 feet and will arrive at London at six a.m.' I gave Carol a
smile with me being correct in our flight time. `Drinks will be served once
we are at our flying height by our Stewardess Sally. After which, dinner
will be served. Enjoy the flight.'

  `What did I tell you,' I said to Carol with a smirk.

  `Smartass!' was the reply. Carol then turned to the window to see the
plane turn out onto the runaway and when the engines fired up to full
power, she gripped my hand as the plane then shot down the runaway and
soared up into the sky. The speed and angle of the plane forced you back
into your seat with it being tilted at about forty five degrees but only
for a minute or two before it levelled off and Sally then brought out the
drinks trolley from the miniscule pantry.

  This didn't take long to serve everybody and was soon then wheeling the
trolley out with dinner, her having asked earlier which of the two choices
we wanted. It was obvious that the meals came from the hotel they were that
delicious and we soon had eaten ours and both had coffee afterwards.

  When this was all cleared away, Sally came up to where we were
sitting. `It is Mr. Turpin sir?' she asked of me. Yes I replied. `Your
cabin is ready if you would like to retire now.'

  `Thank you Sally. Yes please.'

  `Cabin?' queried Carol. `We're on a plane not a boat.'

  `Come and see,' I said as I got out from my seat and took hold of her
hand and followed Sally to the rear end of the plane where she opened the
door for us. I thanked her as I pushed Carol inside and closed the door
behind me.

  `A fucking flying bed!' she exclaimed.

  `Exactly that,' I chuckled at her wording of the cabin. `It's ours all
the way to London.'

  `Oh you darling you,' she said on turning round and kissing me before
throwing herself onto the bed. `Take a picture of me on the bed,' she
said. It was something that I had intended to do in the first place for
that was why I had carried my camera with me. `Wait! Wait a minute,' Carol
cried and quickly stripped herself to be naked before laying back on the
bed. `Get the window in the frame too,' she said, opening her legs and had
a big smile on her face as I took a picture. `Now let me take one of you
now,' she said, getting up from the bed and taking the camera from me so
that I could undress. This I quickly did and because I had known what we
would be doing, had a massive erection and as I laid myself down on the
bed, held it upright as she took a picture of me.

  Putting the camera to one side, she was quickly up on the bed and
straddled my hips and by holding my cock upright, she was able to sink down
on it till she was sitting on my thighs, her muscles squeezing my throbbing
cock.

  `This is great!' she cried. `I can see the clouds way below us,' as she
moved herself up and down on me. I took hold of her tits and squeezed them,
hoping she would have her orgasm quickly for I didn't think I could take
much more of her bouncing up and down on me without me cumming inside
her. But I was lucky for she soon had her hands covering mine to squash her
tits even harder as she thrashed about on top of me and had she had her
release with me then letting go and giving her my cum at the same time.

  I loved it too when she then would suck on my steaming cock and clean it
up before coming up to lie on top of me as we kissed.

  `My husband. My lover. My Dick with his big dick, I love you,' she said
between kisses.

  `I love you too wife! You, well we both, are now members of the Mile High
Club,' I said.

  `What's that when it's alive?' she asked.

  `It's a club of people who have had sex in an aeroplane that is high in
the sky, being over a mile high from the earth,' I explained.

  `But we're at least three miles high now,' she said, and I had to laugh.

  `That doesn't matter. It's just that you are over one mile is enough,' I
said.

  `Well it's not enough for me to only do it once. As it's about three
miles, I want us to do it another twice before we land,' Carol said.

  So we did. Once more before going off to sleep and once more before
landing. We were woken up by the phone next to the bed with Sally saying
that breakfast was about to be served and we would be landing in an hour. I
told her that we wouldn't be wanting breakfast but would be out well before
we landed. That was when Carol and I had sex again before using the small
shower cubicle that the bedroom had, one just enough room for one person at
a time before we were finally washed and got dressed to return to the cabin
and our seats in time to be belted up before the plane landed. We could
feel that the plane was descending, for our ears popped and in the pale
light of dawn. Could see us over land and soon landing at Heathrow Airport.

  `Welcome to England,' the tannoy crackled out. `We hope you enjoyed the
flight and hope to see you again in the near future.'

  `Brr. It feels cold here,' Carol said as we disembarked down the
steps. `Especially after all that sun we've had.'

  `Well we'll warm ourselves up in bed when we get home,' I told her.

  `But I'm not tired,' she replied, `having slept on the plane.'

  `Who said anything about sleeping,' I grinned at her.

  `Oooh, you lovely man,' she said, hugging my arm as we then entered the
airport proper. We had to wait to go through passport control where we then
had to wait some more for a little while until our bags came round on the
carousel for us to take off the moving belt to then leave the airport to
take one of the waiting taxi's to take us home.

  With it now being almost seven in the morning, we got caught up in the
many cars moving into the city to work, so it was nearly an hour before we
got out of the taxi to enter our house.

  `It's nice to be back home, but I would have liked to have stayed longer
on our beach,' she said, kissing me. `Thank you for a lovely honeymoon
darling.' I picked up our two suitcases and started to go upstairs. `Do you
want breakfast first or later?' she asked, following me up.

  `After darling. I want to see your lovely brown body on our bed sheets,'
I said.

  `I hope it's more than seeing,' she said behind me, and then goosing me,
making me almost trip over the top step.

  `Don't do that. My name's not John. Would you like to be John?' I asked
as we entered the bedroom.

  `No bloody way! You nearly killed the bastard with the cock you've
got. I'll take it in the normal place,' Carol said as she started to take
her clothes off.

  `What about unpacking the case?' I asked.

  `Fuck the cases. They can wait, I can't,' she replied flinging the last
piece of clothing to one side and got onto the bed. I gave out a big sigh
and took my clothes of as if I was reluctant to do so, but my erect cock
said otherwise when it was freed from my underpants. `Now that is a sight
to behold,' Carol said as she opened her arms and legs for to get in
between both at the same time. Which I did, and so we fucked on our own bed
this time and both thoroughly enjoyed the session we had between us, and it
wasn't long before we were both asleep again. We really only had about
three hours sleep on the plane, so this made up for the lost sleep and woke
up to have our breakfast and lunch at the same time. Brunch that is called
when you have both meals at the same time.

  `Today is Friday,' I said as we ate. `Shouldn't you have gone to the
university today?'

  `Nope. I told them that I wouldn't be back until this coming Monday. So
you will be having me for the whole weekend,' and grinned at the way she
had worded it.

  I'm glad now that she had asked me to marry her, for she had completely
rejuvenated me to feel like I was a twenty year old boy again, and quite
capable to having her over the weekend. I just loved stroking that lovely
brown body, especially her tits and then sticking my cock inside her for,
not only my release but have her bucking beneath me as she had her
orgasms. Mind you, it was somewhat of a relief when Monday came round and
she went off to work to give me time to recuperate my strength.

  I can't remember if I've told you what she did at the university. She
taught English to young people from the Middle East. Most of them spoke
Farsi, which she could speak as well as several Arabic dialects, which
helped them, well some of them to return to their own country to then teach
English to the children there. Quite a few of them, she told me, were sons
and daughters of Embassy people which would enable them to assist their
father's in his position at work.

  It was on Tuesday while having dinner that Carol spoke of one of her
students. His name was Raoul and he came from Kuwait. His father was a
deputy minister of the Ministry of Oil and part owner of an oil company and
so she had told him of the many years I worked with an oil company in Saudi
Arabia.

  He wanted to meet me after what Carol had told him about me, for he was
quite lonely here in England she said. He lived in a hostel and because he
was not really up in his English yet, that he hadn't really found anyone
who he could talk to. She wanted my permission to bring him home one night
for dinner so that he could talk to us knowing that I too, like Carol,
could speak Arabic. I saw no harm in this so agreed.

  I didn't expect her to bring him home the next evening. We greeted each
other in the Arabic fashion with salaams and cottoned on straight away that
he was gay. I'd seen many of them in Saudi, walking hand in hand together
and how they spoke to each other. He looked to be about twenty years old
and found out later that I was correct in this assumption and I think he
enjoyed having dinner with us, speaking his language, both of us familiar
with the oil industry.

  He thanked us both after dinner before he said his goodbye and with Carol
saying that he could come again next week, was most voluble in his thanks
as he accepted the offer.

  What I didn't know, was that he and Carol would often have lunch together
in the university's canteen and she told him quite a lot about me. He had
then confessed to her that he was gay and that it had been a long time
since he'd had any kind of sex with another male. She then told him of what
had happened on our honeymoon, that is between me and John and she said
that his eyes had literally sparkled when he was told that I had liked
having my cock sucked.

  So on the Wednesday evening when he was having dinner with us, the
conversation was a bit stilted between us. Me knowing what Carol had said
to him about me and vice versa. Things came to a head as we had coffee in
the lounge.

  `Er, Mr. Turpin, er, I mean Dick,' for I had already told him that he
could call me Dick. `Er, Mrs. Turpin, er, Miss Carol, said, that...that you
liked having your cock sucked.' Carol was out in the kitchen when he said
this. `And...and it has been many months since I sucked on
one. Would...would you be offended if I asked if you would let me do it to
you?' He kept stuttering as he asked this, looking quite embarrassed in the
asking, though it seemed to be a plea I could see in his eyes. With him
asking this of me, had started my cock to become aroused inside my
trousers.

  `Raoul. I'm not offended and I think that I would enjoy you doing this to
me,' I said. All this talk had been in Arabic and it was a bit more flowery
in the asking. I then pulled the zipper down of my trouser front and had a
bit of a problem of getting my cock out, but out it came to be sticking up
at an angle, his eyes wide at now seeing it.

  `Good heavens!' he exclaimed, following up with more in his language. The
nearest I could get of the Arabic he was saying was, `I haven't seen one as
big as that! You really are an endowed man,' and he slipped off the sofa
and came and knelt down between my legs. His eyes were shining as he looked
at it and I saw his hand tremble as he took hold of me. `A man above all
men,' he sighed as he licked his lips before opening his mouth and took the
head of my cock into the heat that was inside.

  He was an expert. He roused me up quicker than John had done and I leaned
my head back at the pleasure at the way he tongued and sucked on me, and
before I closed my eyes, saw Carol watching from the kitchen as Raoul
worked on my throbbing cock.

  His hand was firmly holding my cock as he moved it up and down as he
squeezed it, his tongue exciting the G string as he suck and I soon gave
him my cum in short sharp bursts, filling his mouth as he kept on moving
his hand on my cock until there wasn't any more left for him to have. I
felt the extra suction on my cock as he swallowed my cum, only to then
carry on licking the head until he felt my cock soften a little.

  `Man! That is some powerful cum you can generate. It was lovely. Thank
you for letting me pleasure you this way,' he said, sitting back on his
heels, licking his lips. `It's been a long time since I've been able to do
that and yours is the biggest I've ever had in my mouth and the best
tasting cum too.'

  `I thank you Raoul, for that is the best head that I've ever had. Any
time you want me, well the next time you come round for dinner, we can do
the same', I said to him, smiling as I put my cock back inside my
trousers. Raoul got up from the floor and went and sat back down on the
sofa just as Carol came into the lounge, a big smile on her face.

  `Well that's the washing up done. Did you enjoy dinner tonight Raoul?'
she asked of him.

  `Yes Miss Carol. I've really enjoyed this evening. I would deem it a
pleasure to come again,' he said, giving out a girlish giggle with what he
had just said.

  `I think Dick would like that too,' she said with a smile.

  There was small talk for a little while longer before we said our
goodbyes in the Arabic fashion and when the door was closed after he had
left, Carol turned to me.

  `Well? Is he a good cock sucker?' she asked, smiling at me.

  `Yes. Much better than John and just as good as you darling,' I said,
taking her in my arms and kissing her. `Did you enjoying watching?'

  `You saw me then?'

  `Yes. Next week you can sit next to me and see him do it properly,' I
said.

  `He might not like having me watch him sucking on you,' she replied.

  `Would you like to watch?'

  `Of course I would.'

  `Well I'll tell him that if he doesn't like the idea, then it's no
sucking. Simple as that. Let's see if he will.' With that, we went upstairs
to bed and when I was ready, we had sex and I had her sucking on me after I
pulled out and got wet kisses from her as well as a taste of my own cum in
the process.

                                                                *

  It was her hand gently moving up and down on my morning erection that
woke me up.

  `I love this cock of yours first thing in the morning. So hard and solid
and feeling your heart beating as it throbs. So much so that I want it
inside me. Come on Dick, I know you want to put it inside me too,' she
said, pushing the bed sheet right down and rolling over onto her back.

  I can't help but loving to look at her lithe body lying like she
was. Brown as a berry with that beautiful smile on her face, her tits two
perfect round orbs with the nipples hard on top. Her legs opened as I
propped myself up on an elbow, inviting me to put my throbbing cock in
between them. It was something she loved and I loved it too, moving in
between those slender legs and having my cock slide so easily up into the
warmth of her inner body. Moving up until our pubes met, her muscles
constantly flexing themselves round the shaft and her arms coming round my
back. It didn't take much effort to rise up onto my elbows and look down at
her smiling face as I began to move myself inside her. I love you, she
mouthed and bent my head to kiss her, feeling her legs rise up against my
sides as I ploughed her meadow. Some of her juices coating my cock like oil
round a piston and not having any friction as it moved smoothly in that
tunnel of love.

  But with my balls steadily banging against the cheeks of her bum, the
seed inside was becoming agitated and wanted release and so I was soon
really humping myself on top of her as she squeezed my cock as best she
could with her muscles till I cummed inside her, she giving out little
squeals of delight as she felt it.

  This I loved, cumming inside her and having her pull me down to squash
those lovely tits as we kissed, my spent cock still throbbing away inside
her. This was my daily morning exercise for I was breathing heavily as
though I had just run a mile, and loved every moment of it.

  Needless to say that when I did finally pull out of her, I had her
sucking on my cock, squeezing out any cum left behind and licking her own
juices off of it. We then, with it being Thursday, her not having to go to
the university, stayed in bed, kissing and stroking each other until I was
again raised up to battle strength.

  She wanted a sixty niner, and so I rolled over onto my back and had her
move round to be upside down above me and had her take the head of my cock
into her mouth as she lowered her pussy down onto mine. I had learned quite
early in doing this to have my hands up under her thighs to prevent her
suffocating me as she pressed herself down onto my mouth, my tongue doing
most of the work inside her pussy. With my tongue, I was able to raise her
clit up into a hard bud and by mashing my face into her quim, I was able to
use my teeth on it thereby bringing her up to having her orgasm. Of course,
as soon as she began bucking herself up and down on my face, I let go and
gave her my cum at the same time. As she had sucked on me and took my cum
into her mouth, her face was clean as opposed to mine which was covered in
her coming, but at least she licked me clean of her juices when we had
finished our sixty nine session. We didn't get dressed after our shower and
stayed naked all day, Carol doing everything she could to keep arousing me
so that we could have sex in various places in the house. On the dining
table, the coffee table, a hardback chair and including a knee
trembler. You name it, we did it which exhausted me that much that as soon
as it became night time, I was soon asleep with her cuddling me. With her
really draining me that day, the following morning was a rare one for me
not to have an erection, which rather miffed her at me not being able to
service her. Really, I was glad when she left to go to the university after
breakfast, which gave me some rest from fucking her.

  I spent the whole day putting our honeymoon pictures onto my computer and
then playing with them and making some kind of love story to go with each
picture and of the ones that were like a small movie and put the finished
product onto a CD.

  After dinner that evening, I put it on the television and we had sex on
the carpet as she watched this film and had two orgasms to my one whilst
watching it. Over the weekend, I was able to contain us to only having sex
four times a day so as not to exhaust me again, and it wasn't long before
Wednesday came round with her coming home with Raoul.

  He was bubbling with excitement that he would be sucking on my cock after
dinner and found out that Carol had already told him that she was going to
watch and also that I would suck on him.

                                                           *