The Red-Eye Flight Handjob

My husband, boyfriend at the time, was flying with me on an overnight flight. He was in the middle. I was to his right. This older lady was sitting next to him on his left. She was frequently engaged with him in conversation. Asking questions about me, his life, his military experience (boyfriend was active duty at the time). She was very sweet. During the flight, we asked for extra blankets because I get cold easily. I covered both of us with the blankets to get nice and comfy. The lady was still talking to him and I could tell my boyfriend probably needed a break. But he was too polite to ignore her. He continued to listen, nodding to every bit of advice she fed him. Especially the relationship advice. She thought we were so young and innocent. I thought it was cute. But I have an inner sexual dark side. There was a sudden rush to do something naughty. I lifted up the arm rest separating us. I slid closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder. The lady told him how beautiful I was and that we made a great couple. It definitely warmed my heart. And it fueled my deviant behavior. I slowly moved my fingers to his chest, creeping slowly down to his waist. He didn’t notice it much… until I slid my hands down his shorts. He was wearing some athletic shorts because he likes to travel comfortably. Which was fine by me. Made it really easy access for my hands to his cock. I looked up at his face as I slowly maneuvered my fingers to his shaft. Just teasing him. Drifting my fingertips along his member. Watching him try to stay engaged in the conversation turned me on. Made it that much more enticing. I gripped my boyfriend’s cock and I started to slowly stroke him. A reminder that I can have his cock whenever I want. My boyfriend’s cock was getting hard in my hands and I knew he was struggling with the conversation. I love it when a cock is rock solid and the precum is slowly dripping out. I could feel his precum slowly flowing out. I started to rub my thumb over the head of his cock. Massaging his precum all over his most sensitive spots. I noticed him squirming. I just kept smiling. Making small, subtle circles. Then, he shifted the blanket at a particular angle so you wouldn’t be able to see my hands changing his gears. And as soon as I noticed I had the right clearance, I went to town on that cock. It is one of the most satisfying sensations making a man cum. It’s even more powerful when I can make him cum whenever I want. I think he was holding back so much and the situation was so hot that it didn’t take long for him to let it go. I could tell he was about to cum because I felt his hand tighten up on my thigh and he was trying so hard to keep his facial expressions controlled. So I released my grip because I didn’t want it to shoot all over the blanket and make it even harder for me to clean it up. I felt his warm cum spilling over into my hand. He released his tense grip on my thigh and a sigh of relief. I still wake up some mornings thinking about it, hot and bothered. Then, I wake my husband up by stroking his cock.