Flight Attendant Confessions
Coffee, tea, or sloppy seconds? - By Delta Girl

I have a "sloppy seconds" experience from a few years ago when I was still being a very bad girl that I wanted to share. I can't say I am proud of my behavior but it did allow me to live out some pretty wild fantasies. At the time I was working as a flight attendant and dating a guy who was a few years younger than me. We had a long distance relationship that was great at first but after the first year we started to drift a little from a lack of physical intimacy. I confess I do have womanly needs so I reluctantly started seeing a very handsome pilot on the side who was closer to my age. Neither one of the guys knew about each other. They were both on opposite sides of the country and I was able to keep them both on a schedule where my time was evenly divided so they never suspected a thing. Well almost.

On most weekends I would spend the days fooling around with my handsome pilot and then at night talk to my boyfriend on the phone after he got off from work. There were many times when I would be kissing my pilot buddy goodbye for the evening after a hot session of afternoon love making with my cell phone ringing in my hand with my boyfriend on it. There were some close calls but I always just played it cool. After about two months of this my pilot buddy asked if he could stop using condoms since we were seeing each other regularly. I didn't want to make him suspicious and I was on the pill so I told him to go for it. He ended up having a layover on a Friday so I let him spend the night with me because he had to leave by 5 a.m. on Saturday. This was important because Saturday was my one-year and 2 month anniversary with my boyfriend and I knew he was going to want some serious phone sex time.

Friday night ended up being really great, being able to freely cum inside me really excited my pilot fuck buddy and he wore me out. He barely got any sleep and I seem to remember him finishing inside of me at least three times. I cuddled with him until he left at 5 and then I fell asleep. At 7 a.m. my cell woke me up and I answered it without looking. It was my boyfriend and he was wishing me a happy anniversary, I was sleepily listening to him until I heard him say "Come let me in." I shot up out of bed and said "WHAT?" I very shortly found out he had gotten on a 4 a.m. flight to surprise me and had rented a car and driven from the airport. I threw on my panties, jeans and halter-top from the night before and rushed to the door praying none of the pilot's stuff was laying around. My boyfriend greeted me with some very hot kisses and before I had a chance to stall or think he was carrying me into my bedroom. I was FREAKING out!

I told him I just woke up and needed some time to get cleaned up, but he was already on top of me on the bed telling me it had been three months since he had seen me and he didn't want to wait any longer. I finally just blurted out "I think I might be dirty down there." Which made him stop for a second but only to inform me that "He liked me a little bit dirty." I knew he did, but I also knew that he had no idea what he was in for. He stripped me down while I was on my back and make a very excited comment about my damp panties. I know I was red in the face and I couldn't even make eye contact with him. I looked up and caught him sniffing them, I knew I couldn't let him smell my other lover's cum so I grabbed his penis and started giving him head. He dropped the panties and I hoped I could make him cum quickly so I could jump in the shower. Instead he pulled out of my mouth, pushed my legs up to my chest and went head first and went head first to my pussy. My head was spinning and I put my hands up to stop him, I was really scared if he saw my pussy up close he would notice it was swollen or even worse full of cum. He was not very experienced before he met me so I didn't know how much I could get away with before he knew something was up.

He pushed my hands away and started licking my clit like I taught him to do months before, I didn't realize how sore I still was and I had to put my hands over my mouth not to scream. I tried to get him to slow down but his enthusiasm was really over the top. I had to stop him before he made his way to my my very well used opening but he beat me to it and put his tongue inside. I panicked and kicked him. He stopped and looked at me, and I realized I had nothing to say. We had a really weird moment where I almost told him but instead I just put my hands on my knees and spread myself wide open and said "Sorry, I must be really sensitive." He put his tongue right back into my opening and I just closed my eyes and decided to accept my punishment. I knew there was no going back and I just decided to go with it, if he didn't care I didn't care. I knew it was wrong but I also knew there was a good chance that I was going to get away with it. After my fear started to subside I started really thinking about what was going on and it was really turning me on. I don't know if it was the rush of almost getting caught or the kinky sensation of having my boyfriend unknowingly lick cum out of my pussy but the blood started pumping - and I was really turned on.

I started rubbing his head and encouraging him, I even found the courage to look down and watch as he did his best to put his tongue inside my very wet hole. The view was like an out of body experience, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. As ashamed as I was with myself I really should not have been enjoying what he was doing but my body was taking over and my mind was shutting down. He went right back to licking my clit and I felt like I was going to explode. He started fingering me, he noticed one finger was not doing much so he added a second and then a third. I knew he was knocking things loose inside me but I was too far gone to care. I was flat on my back and about to cum when I felt his fingers come out and he got really quiet. He said my name really quietly and then said "What's this?" Back to reality. "FUCK!" I thought inside my head. I sat up on my elbows and looked down at his fingers. He found some of the pilot's cum and it was a decent size glob sitting on top of his fingers exactly the way he pulled it right out of my vagina. I sat up, looked him right in the eyes and told the best lie of my life. "I must be ovulating, sometimes it looks like that." I told him like a medical professional.

He didn't say anything for a second and I thought I might be about to lose my boyfriend. He looked at me very trustingly and said, "Oh." Then he took his fingers put them in his mouth and removed them completely clean! My eyes almost fell out of my head and rolled around in the floor. I had just watched my boyfriend stick his fingers in my pussy, pull out my lover's cum and then eat it. It was just too much. As soon as my boyfriend's mouth went back over my clit I stated orgasming, he sucked on it hard when he saw I was cumming but soon I had to push him away. I came so hard it almost made me throw up, it literally knocked the wind out of me, I saw little spots like stars floating around. I don't know if you have ever cum that hard but if you have you know exactly what I am talking about. It took a moment to figure out what was going on but I realized my boyfriend was on top of me giving me some very vigorous penetration. He was actually quite well endowed so I was worried it was going to hurt after everything I had already done hours before. Thankfully there was still a lot of "lube" from the pilot inside me to mix with my own so it wasn't bad at all. My boyfriend came pretty quickly and between kisses complemented me on how "hot & wet" I was for his enjoyment.

I finally got to take my shower and wash away all the evidence and remnants that both of my lovers had left inside me hours apart. The rest of the weekend was great and even romantic, it was a good anniversary and we ended up making love two other times before he had to fly back. While we were doing it I kept thinking about the dirty things I had made him do and it really got me going each time. I felt like I had really opened up something inside myself, some part of me that liked having my cake and eating it too. I also knew it was wrong and it could ruin two very volatile relationships but the excitement of it kept pushing it to the front of my brain. After my boyfriend left things went back to normal for about 2 months, I was fucking my handsome pilot (whoo-hoo for men in uniforms!) on the weekends and helping my boyfriend rubout orgasms over the phone at night. I know it sounds silly but I started getting a little bit bored or maybe even power-hungry and soon wanted that dirty, kinky type of excitement again.

I had to work to cover for a sick attendant the next weekend so I let my boys know I was going to be out of town on Saturday. I had to cover an overnight flight to Toronto from the Mid-west and I was looking forward to getting away from my little routine I had going. A really handsome businessman chatted it up with me on the flight and gave me his number when he exited the plane. Normally I would just toss numbers in the trash as soon as I would get them but I kept his because he gave me that "out-of-control" feeling of excitement I had been wanting again. He was very handsome and at least ten years older than me at the time, he also had very large hands which I noticed at the end of the flight no longer had the wedding band on that he boarded with. It was so wrong, I mean really, really awful. But for some reason the idea of him having an affair with me in my hotel room made me wet. I had actually never had a one night stand before but the thought of having him fuck me and then sending him back home to his wife was making me feel a little crazy. I almost threw away the number a dozen times on the way to my hotel but I held on to it. Like I said I was really being a "bad girl" back then.

I got to the hotel (which was VERY nice) threw my bags in the floor, changed into a dress and called him. He was in the lobby fifteen minutes later and we were drinking in the bar for an hour. He was very charming and funny, but also very forward. Normally I would not have been into it but I was feeling reckless and horny and the alcohol was just fueling me on. I told him I knew he was married, but that I wanted him to tell me why he wanted to come have drinks with me. It must have startled him because he blurted out that he didn't know why he came because he had never been unfaithful to his wife. He looked like he might get up and leave for a second but then he confided to me that he thought I was beautiful and he wanted to sleep with me as soon as he saw me on the plane. He must have been sex-starved because he couldn't keep his eyes or hands off of me, he tried to put his hand up my dress at the table but I got nervous with all the people around and told him to meet me up in my room. I let him in and he started kissing me, he pulled my panties off and went down on me while I was standing. I pushed him off, pulled off my dress and got up on the bed in nothing but my heels. He took the hint and calmed down for a moment. "Tell me what you want to do" He said.

I was feeling really powerful and enjoying being pursued in the nude by a total stranger. I thought about my fantasy I had with him on the plane and decided to work up my confidence to tell him about it. It didn't take long. The excitement I was looking for was right around the corner. I told him to take off his clothes and put his wedding ring back on. He asked for oral but I told him, "No." I told him I wanted to have my pussy licked and then fucked and then immediately after he cums I wanted him to put his clothes on without washing and go back to his wife. He agreed and started licking me right away, I was so turned on watching him spread me open with his hands with his wedding band on that I had an orgasm very quickly. I let him penetrate me unprotected (very stupid) but it gave me that that final push for the rush I wanted, I had another great orgasm right as he finished inside of me. I could feel the ring on his hand digging into my skin when he came and the feeling was all I needed to push me over the top. He gave me a kiss, thanked me about 50 times as he was pulling on his clothes and disappeared out the door. I put my panties back on, locked the door and went to sleep.

I flew out Sunday at 7 a.m. without showering and got home in the afternoon. I called up my pilot stud and told him I really needed him to make a final approach towards my landing strip, I sat back and let the kinky excitement start to build. I knew I was playing with fire but I was too horny to care, I was becoming addicted to the rush provided by my new fetish and I was beginning to do destructive things in order to keep it going. I can see now how dangerous everything was but at the time I was really caught up in the moment and loved the invincible feeling of getting away with it. My pilot buddy showed up and within a matter of minutes I was giving him head and guiding his unsuspecting cock into my pussy filled with a strangers cum. The sex was great and I was seeing stars again after he started pumping away. I don't know if he noticed my additional wetness but if he did he didn't mention it. Afterwards I got back into my routine for a month or so and I was glad. I actually started feeling a little bad about everything and decided I was getting out of control.

Well my lust was fine for a while but I knew I wanted to have some more excitement since my boyfriend was flying into town for a visit. It had been about 3 months since we had seen each other again and I wanted to do something special, for myself. I set up a date with my pilot friend and figured out a way to use his schedule to drop him off at the airport just before my boyfriend would be arriving. I spent most of the morning with my sexy pilot giving him head and coaxing him to finish himself inside me each time he was ready to cum. He took a shower but I didn't and I drove him over to the airport. Instead of dropping him off I parked in the back of one of the decks and told him I wanted to give him one more BJ for the road, he said he didn't have time but stopped arguing once I got his zipper down and his cock in my mouth. He finished in my mouth, zipped up and rushed off down the ramp into the airport. I followed behind and sat for about 30 minutes with his cum in my mouth until my boyfriend's flight arrived. I swallowed the load when my boyfriend came down the ramp. leaving only the flavor and remnants of cum in my mouth. My heart was pounding as he came up to me and I gave him a very wet open mouth kiss making sure to rub my cum-coated tongue all over the inside of his mouth. He was surprised by my PDA but soon returned the kiss openly swapping my lover's semen in front of an airport full of strangers.

I let him drive home and to keep my excitement going I gave him road head in the middle of the afternoon on a two-lane road with traffic. He objected at first but soon gave in to my wet mouth. We got back to the house and straight to the bedroom. I took off his clothes and had him lay on the bed. I took off my panties and straddled his face, letting my sundress cover his face and upper body. He immediately started licking my pussy and I threw my head back and pushed causing my cum filled pussy to start releasing it's contents. I could feel it start running out of my hole and with his tongue licking me I started cumming right away. The crazy excitement feeling was bouncing around all over my head as I thought about the cum running into his mouth while he licked. I slid my body down until I felt him penetrate me and I started riding him. He flipped me around and finished in me from behind. God it was great sex! I still get wet just thinking about it.

My little plans started to unravel shortly after that last debaucherous weekend, my pilot fuck buddy got assigned to a new airport in the Northwest. I had to tearfully say goodbye, I didn't realize how attached I had become to my weekend lover. Soon after that I also split with my boyfriend, the long distance thing just wasn't going anywhere. I didn't really date for a while, I just did a lot of soul searching and masturbating. Eventually I met my husband and we have now been happily married for almost three years! I have given up most of my "crazy" ways for a life of commitment and certainty but sometimes when I get that old feeling again I will break down and talk the hubby into a little kinky action. I love to have him cum inside me and then lick me to an orgasm, or even better I like to snowball him after a hot blowjob. I am also always up for the exquisite pleasure of a well administered rim-job, nothing feels better than a tongue working your asshole! Of course things may not always be as exciting as before but I am much more safe and happy now, not so out of control, and of course I will always have my dirty memories!