Zahra #2

It had been easier than she expected. No guilt, no jealousy, no lingering awkwardness. Everything was just as it was before she and Karl…fucked. Zahra had no illusions about ‘making love’. It was carnal – wonderful but carnal. They all seemed to know that it was just a fleeting passion. She had expected Rick, at least to say something. After he caught them – watched them – Rick had fucked her on the conference room floor. And in the restaurant bathroom. And again when they got home that night. He only mentioned the event once, three days later.

“He didn’t eat you,” he commented casually as he sucked her nipples, “Did you want him to?”

She shrugged. “It wasn’t…. I don’t know. It all seemed right the way it happened.”

“I couldn’t hear you. Did you cum?” He fingered her slit making it hard for her to answer.

“Yeah. Twice.” She reached for his hardness and guided him into her. He pulled out just long enough to roll her on her side.

“Would you like to do it again?”

“With him?”

“Maybe.” Rick slowly pumped her from behind. “With anybody.”

He felt so good. She sighed, “Oh God, that’s good.”

He stopped. “Say it.”

“Say what?” She pushed her hips against him but he held her still.

“Say you want to make love to another man.”

Over her shoulder, she looked at him. “What?”

“Tell me that you’re capable of lust, passion. That you’re not the boring little goody-goody that I was afraid I married. Tell me you want another man.”

“I want another man, Rick.” He began moving again. “I want another man to fuck me like you do. Harder. I want to suck him off so he can cum in my mouth. Oh, God. I want him to suck my tits ‘til I scream.” She could not speak anymore and after she came hard, Rick rolled over so that she was on top. She rode him until her back gave out. He did the lifting for a few minutes – which always made her crazy, knowing just how strong he was. Then, they flipped over and he slammed into her with one of her legs over his shoulder.

He always went in deep that way. Too deep. Bang-the-cervix deep. It hurt. But when he came inside her, that deep, it was heaven.

“Do you want him like this?” Rick gasped, plowing her hard and fast.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Rick came and a moment later, Zahra came again. They lay panting and sweating until they fell asleep, spooned together.

That was the only discussion they had of her infidelity.

The next week, Zahra and Karl nearly lived in the office as the conference zero hour approached.

The day before it started found Zahra, Rick and Karl at Gate F3 waiting for the 8:36 flight to Indianapolis.

“Who plans a week-long conference in Indi-fucking-anapolis?” griped Rick while flipping through a newspaper he’d found.

“Could have been worse – I had to talk her out of Salt Lake City.” Karl commented.

“Why the hell would anybody…?”

“They had the best room rates.”

Rick rolled his eyes. “God damn accountant.”

“Anytime you want to start balancing your own check book,” Zahra said sweetly, “you just let me know.”

“I love you, honey.” Rick laughed and kissed her cheek. He glanced at his watch. “Jeez, it’s Indi-fucking-anapolis. You’d think they could leave on time.”

“I’ll see what the hold up is.” Karl headed for the desk and Rick picked up the paper again.

As Karl walked away, Zahra had one last nagging doubt. “Rick?” He looked at her. “Are you sure you don’t want to go?”

His brow furrowed. “To Indi-fucking-anapolis?”

“I mean, are you sure you’re ok with me being gone for a week,” she paused, “with Karl.”

“Oh.” He went back to the paper.

She was not sure if she was more pleased with his trust or infuriated by his indifference. “Rick! Some kind of response would be nice.”

He looked at her again. “I would bet the house that you don’t have the back bone to do it twice.” He went back to the paper. “But if it’s of any consolation, he and I spoke while you were in the rest room.”

“And?”

“And, if you were placed in an adulterous situation, he knows how I feel on the subject. Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

Karl returned before she could ask for a more detailed answer. “They’re going to start boarding in a minute. Let me have your ticket.” He took it and went back to the desk.

Rick patted her knee. “Be right back.” He headed for the rest room.

They were both returning when the Attendant made the first boarding call.

“That’s us.” Karl grabbed his bags.

Zahra stayed seated. “Pre-board and first class only.”

“The best thing about too much travel?” Karl waved the tickets at her. “Frequent Flyer Upgrades.”

“You the man!” Rick picked up her laptop. “Always travel in style!”

Thirty minutes later, the plane was taxiing down the runway and Zahra was already making a list of people to call when they landed. She barely noticed the breakfast they served and passed on the early morning glass of champagne.

Midway through the flight, Karl put down his paperwork. “Mind if I ask you something?”

“Of course not.”

“You and Rick members of the mile high club?”

“No.” She blushed slightly.

“Want to join?”

“Karl!” She was not sure if he was joking.

He shook his head and got up. By the time, he returned she figured it out.

“Rick up you up to that, didn’t he?”

“Rick guaranteed me that you’d say no, but I thought I’d try anyway.”

“Oh.” So predictable. So dull. Zahra went back to her paperwork a little more disappointed with herself. She reminded herself that the airlines frowned on such behavior. Besides, it had to be a myth – how do you discreetly fuck on an airplane? “I’ve always wondered how people do it anyway.”

“Do what?”

“Discreetly squeeze into that tiny bathroom and do anything.”

“Go to the bathroom and find out.”

She stared at him. His face was mirthful but gave her no clue if he was serious or not. Her heart pounded. This was crazy. She closed her file. It would certainly show Rick. She undid her seat belt and for a moment was too terrified to stand. Even she did not believe she would do it. She walked down to the bathroom, entered, and locked the door. As she used the facility, her knees nearly touched the door.

‘It’s too small,’ she thought, ’Can’t be done.’ She washed her hands.

When she opened the door, Karl pushed in and locked the door again. She started to protest but he hushed her.

“First rule of discretion,” he whispered, “be quiet. Up.” He put his hands on her hips and helped her to sit on the sink.

He kissed her. His lips were soft. Her eyes fell shut and she parted her lips gently. For a few moments, their lips and tongues were the only things touching. Slowly he slid his hands up her sides and over her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly under the light tee shirt she wore. She pushed them against his palms and shivered. She put her hands on his broad shoulders feeling the hard muscles underneath. It was horrible to do this twice. Even if Rick did suspect – even if he discreetly approved it – if he wasn’t here, it was still cheating. And yet, she found her pulsing quickening like never before as if the very guilt of her action was what was igniting her.

Karl was rolling her nipples between her shirt and his fingertips sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She groaned into their kiss and slid her hand down to his chest to see if the action would do the same for him. Rick hated it when she played with his nipples; Karl groaned and shivered. His hands released her chest long enough to pull her shirt up and caress them directly inside the bustier she had chosen to travel in.

“You have the most amazing taste in lingerie,” he moaned, pulling his tongue out of her tonsils to say the words and take a breath. He devoured her lips with renewed vigor, pushing her against the tiny mirror in the small compartment. Zahra struggled to get her hands under his shirt. She wanted – suddenly needed – to feel the heat of his skin directly not the knit of his polo shirt.

One of Karl’s hands began stroking her leg. Slowly pushing her skirt up and bunching it around her waist. His fingers traced around the edge of her flowered cotton underwear. The back of her mind was aware of the image – a black satin bustier pushing her tits forward because it helped her back on long trips and innocent pink flowered panties because they didn’t itch. It would have been laughable if she had the breath for it. It certainly was the last combination she would have worn if she had any idea she would be here in the restroom desperately trying to get her hands on Karl’s belt.

His fingers slipped inside the panties and his thumb flicked past her clit as his fingers pushed inside her.

She cried out but he shushed her. “Quiet. Shhhh. Don’t scream.” His voice in her ear was barely a raspy whisper.

Zahra put her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Oh, God, Oh, God,” she panted into his neck. Every few strokes, he seemed to add another finger until she felt like he must have his whole hand inside her.

Or should have. When his thumb began rubbing her clit insistently along with everything else, it was all Zahra could do to not bit down on his neck to keep from screaming. She felt her whole body clinch and she curled partway around him trying to keep her orgasm silent. The whole world shook. Karl kept moving his hand until she begged him, virtually exhausted, to stop.

As she tried to remain conscious, there was a knock on the door.

“Ma’am? I’m sorry, but the Captain has turned on the seatbelt sign. You need to return to your seat, as soon as possible.”

“Wha?” Zahra found it almost impossible to focus on the voice but Karl grinned at her and pointed at the light next to the door. “Uh, oh. Uh, yes. Of course, I’ll, uh…”

“Are you ok, ma’am?” The emphasis on the ‘ma’am’ this time made Zahra begin to suspect that the flight attendant knew exactly what the problem was.

“I, um…” Her brain finally kicked over and started functioning. “A little airsick. I’ll be fine in a moment. I’ll be right out.” Another thought occurred to her and Zahra had a mild panic. “How do we get out of here?” she whispered frantically to Karl.

His grin turned a bit sheepish, “I don’t think we can. Not without being seen, I mean.”

“Oh God!” she groaned as Karl helped her down in the cramp space. ‘I might as well stencil whore across my forehead,’ she thought to herself.

“You go first,” he whispered, “I need another minute.” He unlocked the door and she slipped out.

She heard the door lock behind her as the Attendants pointedly looked at her. She straightened her shoulders and made the very short, very long walk back to her first class seat. Despite her fears, no one seemed to notice her at all. She buckled her seat belt and picked up her note pad. When Karl returned to his seat, he too went back to work without commenting on their encounter. Moments later, the Captian announced their landing and they both hastily up righted their seats and re-packed their papers and pens.

As they made their way through the airport to the shuttle buses and taxies, Zahra’s cell phone rang.

Rick.

Guilt coursed through her nerves as she answered the call. “Hi, Sweetie; we just landed.”

“Got a question for you.”

“Of course, Sweetie, what?”

“Hypothetically, let’s say I know a horny little slut that keeps sleeping around on her husband.” Zahra stopped cold and nearly dropped the phone. “Zahra? You there?”

“I’m here.” Her voice cracked.

“Hypothetically, right?”

“Right.”

“Right. So, hypothetically, would this adulterous little cunt have gotten eaten or fucked on a plane?”

“Uh…” Her throat was dry. She glanced at Karl but he was tactfully studying a car insurance ad. “Since this is hypothetical, why don’t we say things never advanced beyond manual stimulation?”

“So this two-timing hussy owes her loving husband a hand job?”

She took a deep breath, “Rick, Sweetie, I….”

“Un-un. We’re talking hypothetically here. Don’t mess this up. Does the theoretical little cum-slut owe her forgiving husband a hand job?”

She suddenly remembered their conversation about other men and realized what was happening. This was a fantasy of Rick’s. She was living out one of his fantasies – for once. “Yes, Sweetie. I think, hypothetically, she owes him a hand job.” Zahra felt herself getting very, very wet. “So far.”

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