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Hotwife Confessions — The Mile High Club
A Hot Pilot pounds Hotwife Monica in empty cabin while her husband jerks off to her story
The champagne bubbles tickle my nose as our plane cruises toward Cabo.
Troy’s was telling me plans for our anniversary dinner when the cockpit door opens.
Holy shit.
The pilot stepping out is absolutely gorgeous. He’s tall, broad shoulders filling out his crisp white uniform, strong jaw, and these piercing green eyes that lock onto mine immediately. He’s maybe early forties, with salt-and-pepper hair that makes him look distinguished rather than old.
I can’t help myself. When he passes our seats, I give him my best flirty smile. The pilot’s lips curve into this sexy smirk, his eyes dragging down my body before he continues toward the bathroom.
“Damn,” Troy whispers, nudging me with his elbow. “Did you see how that pilot was looking at you?”
“Maybe,” I tease, taking another sip of champagne to hide my grin.
Troy chuckles, leaning closer. “He practically eye-fucked you right here in first class. Bet he left that bathroom door unlocked, hoping you’d follow him in there.”
