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So my husband has a fetish for flight attendants, stewardesses, Air Hostesses, whatever name you put to it.

For a long time, I didn’t get it. To me they’d become waitresses and people who calmed drunks and babies. A lot of men and not terribly sexy men did the work and oftentimes the ladies who were flight attendants weren’t young or attractive as I’d remembered when flying as a young girl.

To me the glamour days of being a stewardess were best portrayed in the tv series Pan Am. The ladies were attractive, professional and exuded a combination of style and class. Even as a young girl, I knew that they were sexy and along with being a cheerleader and world famous actress thought that I could be all of them!

Silly girl stuff!

After a while, I better understood that sexy stewrdesses weren’t unlike Playboy bunnies, or even Hooters girls-the reality in todays world was that while the sexiness had kind of gone away, the image in mens eyes hadn’t. I finally got that.

So I decided to fill one of my husbands fantasies of sex with a sexy stewardess and have a fun little getaway at the same time.

One of my girlfriends-my hair stylist actually- used to be a flight attendant had kept her uniforms from her time with Delta. I narrowed it down to 3 that not only fit me but were reasonably current fashion wise. One was a pantsuit which was super cute but it wasn’t what I was looking for, the next was a dress but it was longer and fuller than I was looking for. The third was pretty much perfect. It was a deep blue rayon and wool blend skirt suit with a jacket, tone on tone blouse in the same deep blue a skirt that hit right above the knee with a backslit and also a red white and blue silk scarf. She even gave me their style and appearance guidelines handbook.

The jacket was a short double breasted number that met the skirt at my waist. The jacket and the shell blouse fit very well. Surprisingly the blouse, like the scarf was silk.The skirt was a bit tighter in my hips and booty then I’d have preferred but I figured I could make it work.

I had a day where I had 2 showings and a meeting with a current client in the OC with 2 more the following day so I was able to convince my boss-yes him for those of you who know that story-to pay for a nice hotel in Costa Mesa. Then my husband was able to arrange his schedule so he would meet me there after his last meeting in LA.

The plan was for him to meet me at the hotel lounge, pretend to pick me up in full dress uniform and either take me out to dinner or straight up to the room.

I finished my work day and headed to the hotel to shower freshen up my hair and makeup and change.

I did my hair and makeup to “their” standards-I styled my hair into a French Twist and my makeup was “professional, stylish and well groomed” to quote the handbook. I’d redone my nails to a neutral beige for my fingers and toes and only wore gold stud earrings, my wedding ring and my pearls. I also found a pair of their recommended shoes but they looked truly horrid-cheap leather with a too fat ankle strap. Ugh! I’d wear them as they had a decent heel, but they reminded me of my first dance heels-haha.

Now I faced a dilemma-the handbook suggested that flesh toned pantyhose was acceptable as was sheer black or sheer blue. Navy or black tights were also allowed. They specifically mentioned that “patterned, exotic, erotic and non professional lingerie, hosiery or stockings” were not allowed and that lingerie or underwear cannot be visible. And finally, “slips are strongly advised”.

My husband had just bought me a gorgeous white 6 belt garter and matching bra-the Liz model from What Katie Did, high waisted white panties and sheer champagne toned blue seamed stockings with matching blue stocking tops-which I’d been looking forward to wearing but this was most definitely NOT up to the Delta standards of the early 2000s so I had something of a dilemma.

So on one hand, I wanted to look as close to “real” as possible as I was hoping that I’d pass a casual inspection by any random person who might see me when I was in public but I also wanted to show my husband just how much I appreciate the things he gives me!

At the end of it all, I decided against wearing nylons or tights and decided that my pretty lingerie and stockings would be just perfect for our night after all. And I ditched the airline heels for my trusty Navy pumps!

I started by pulling the bra out and pulling it over my lil girls, then shoulders and then hooking it. Next came the garter belt-suspender belt to the Brits-just love their terms for things. I put it on backwards around my hips, hooked it together, turned it back forwards and then set about adjusting each if the 6 straps to where I thought the stockings should fit my legs.

Slowly I pulled the stockings up my feet, ankles, calves and thighs. I stood up, adjusted them so the seams are straight and then snapped each of the 6, one by one. I also mardin escort made sure the backseam in the stocking lined up with the back garter as I didn’t want them sliding around. I shook out the panties and pulled them over my stockings and garter straps.

Now reverting to form, I slid a satin white full slip over my head and shoulders and wriggled it over my body and hips. After smoothing it, I grabbed the shell blouse and pulled it on. I wrapped the scarf around my neck in several different styles before I tied it tight with the knot on the left side. Remembering my heels, I found my pumps and slid them on. Next came the skirt. All the layers made me feel a bit like a sausage as I pulled and yanked the skirt in place, found the zipper-recessed off to the side and was able to zip it all the way-no mean feat! After the jacket, I pulled on my girlfriends old ID tags around my neck. Now I checked myself in the full length mirror, then my reflection in the floor to ceiling glass sliding glass doors to the balcony. I looked like myself but different and in a good way. I know, just completely know that I could totally go out in public and everyone who’d see me would take me for a flight attendant!

I found the suitcase that would be one of my props, took one last look and walked out of the room. I left by a side exit, walked around to the front of the hotel and walked in through the lobby like I’d just been dropped off by the shuttle. I nodded at the girls at check in and I didn’t get more than a passing glance. A group of Japanese tourist/businessmen openly oogled me which was both cool and cute as I walked into the bar. My husband called me from his car. He was out of LA but was stuck on the 405 just outside of Fountain Valley-my bet was he would get there in about 45 minutes, so I had time for a cocktail.

For the most part the women in the bar gave me the once over and the guys looked me up and down…some with their jaws hanging down!

I get it! All guys love real live stwardesses just like bunnies and cheerleaders!

haha!

After a quick scan of the bar to see if by chance I knew anyone there, I found a comfy spot in the back corner of the long rectangular bar, set my bag on it and ordered a martini.

It wasn’t too long before a couple of lounge lizards came by to see if I wanted their company…As they saw I ordered my own drink already I dismissed them as cheapskates. Then a very cute guy came by and I thought to myself “yep, I still got it!”, he told me that I was out of uniform-he identified himself as being a co pilot for another airline and pointed out that my jacket was unbuttoned and that was “unsat” or something before he moved on. Deflated, I buttoned my jacket back up, but then I realized that he totally took me for a Delta Flight Attendant! Wow! I passed the inspection!

My drink came and I sipped it slowly as I’m not used to drinking martinis-hadn’t for years but I liked the slow burn.

I now got a text from my husband letting me know that he hadn’t moved and Wayze was now saying he’d be another 45 minutes. Ugh.

I crossed my legs, ordered another martini and some chips and salsa to fill my tummy. I also ate half of an edible cookie I’d baked recently as it was party time!

At this time an older asian man came over, told the bartender to put it on his tab and sat down next to me. Turns out he is Thai and lives in Northern California. His name is Kitti and we made some jokes about how I’m really a kitty too. We chatted about nothing for a while and with him ordering my third martini, waved at another asian guy who was his business partner to come over. His name was Bun-Nam and he was older too. We chatted a bit more and Bun started getting a bit frisky with me. My skirt had hiked just a bit and showed a bit of slip. Bun started fingering it and then ran his hands up and down my legs. I briefly glanced at my phone and my husband hadn’t made it much further still.

My skirt was snug to the point where you could see the outline of several of my straps. Kitti saw this and snapped them gently. Bun had his hand on my legs and was rubbing them, getting closer and closer to my hem. Kitti beat him to it, and had his long slender hands under the hem of my dress and was feelimg my thighs. Ohhhhh this was taking a turn I hadn’t expected!

Kitti whispered in my ear “I hope you don’t find us old men to be too ugly for a pretty woman like yourself.” Without waitng for me to answer, he brushed my earlobe with his lips, then turned my head and kissed me. “You know, there is nothing more beautiful, sensuous and attractive then a worldly woman like yourself.” His exotic accent was music to my ears. They both started talking about how they had “sweet dicks” and that I’d understand when I sucked on them,

As he was doing this, Bun had been fondling my stockings and garters and had found my panties. I gasped softly, both at Kitti’s gentle kisses but also Bun’s relentless mardin escort bayan fingers.

My back arched and I closed my eyes for a second. I opened them expecting to see the whole bar staring at us, but no one was really paying us any real attention. It started to get dark out and I was buzzed and a bit turned on as the dim bar lights kicked on. Thoroughly buzzed and more than a bit excited, I kissed Kitti back and felt for his stick. He was hard and I stroked him a bit through his pants. Bun was fingering me through my panties and I spread my legs to make it easier. My skirt hiked up further now and much to the delight of my new Thai friends my stocking tops and garters were now in display.

That really excited them and they chatted in Thai and then asked me in english if I wanted to join them in Bun’s suite. I was just about to answer when I saw my husband enter the bar. He strolled in, saw us, came over, tall and very handsome as always, pulled me to my feet, kissed me and briefly pulled at my scarf, his reminder me that all fun and play aside, I belonged to Him as the scarf was my collar for the day. Kitti and Bun were ready to bolt as they hadn’t figured things out.

Graciously my husband steered us to a booth, ordered another round and explained that his now drunk wife was satisfying a fantasy and really wasn’t a stewardess. They were very nervous but as I was explaining to my husband that they had sweet golden dicks I just had to know more about, they relaxed and Bun started playing with me again and when my started husband nuzzling my neck at the same time, the party really kicked off! Bun kept fingering me through my panties, stopping only to rub my lips and clit. I was wriggling a bit as Bun just felt so damn good and I even yelped a bit when he tickled my clit just right. My husband put his big thick hands over Buns so he could feel what he was feeling. My skirt was riding high again with my slip bunching up around my thighs and stockings fully exposed.

Kitti started talking about their “sweet dicks” again, going on about how by eating certain foods and avoiding others that their cum didn’t taste salty but rather sweet. I quit biting my husbands neck enough to say a half distracted “what?” and then he repeated it again with Bun nodding his head emphatically.

My husband shook his head no with a bemused smile “I know what you are asking Kitti but no, we aren’t interested.”

Kitti asked again, pleading a bit with his eyes. Bun was getting me seriously moist right now. “Nope” was all he said.

Kitti then shocked us both by pulling out 2 small gold coins. Oh shit, really? I gushed just a bit into my panties now when I saw that. I mean I was seriously loving this. My hands gripped the table as he twisted my clitty. Eyes wide, my husband could barely shake his head, this was so just-wild.

Two more gold eagle type coins appeared on the table, glinting faintly in the dim light. My husband started to say no but I beat him to it with an emphatic “yes, oh hell yes!” And with that, I orgasmed in my panties and soaked Bun’s fingers. I fell back and took a long pull from my cocktail. Kitti settled up and we all stood up and headed for Kitti’s suite. I was walking with my husband, arm in arm with his hand planted firmly on my ass, fondling me in front of Kitti and Bun. He even raised my skirt and slapped me on my right cheek. When we got to the elevator, I took turns kissing each one of them, someone unbuttoned my jacket and fondled my boobs. We walked and stumbled a bit into the elevator. Hands were on me and I tasted several different mouths mashed against mine. My new Thai friends appeared to be very drunk now-a lot more than i thought and were a bit wobbly…..and they weren’t used to being on an elevator while very very drunk. As a matter of fact, Kitti was turning a bit green at the gills. Kitti and Bun started chattering in Thai again as we were now joined at a stop in the 5th floor by some people. They got off and Bun now explained that to their great shame they couldn’t have us to their room and hoped we’d understand. Kitti managed to press the gold coins into my husbands hands as they got off on their floor and bade us good night. The door closed and he hit the button for our floor.

Wow!

We’d gone from a kind if fun kinky fantasy with my husband to a completely wild and unscripted sex party with 2 wealthy asians to standing in an elevator with a bunch of gold coins!

We kissed and He fondled me until we reached our floor. Breathlessly he told me how much he loved me as well as how sexy I was as a stewardess not to mention how naughty I was with my new best friends. In a matter of a few floors he filled my twat with his fingers until I was on the edge if an orgasm but he stopped as the doors opened.

We went to our room and as soon as He closed the door he pushed me against the door and kissed me hard as he felt my boobs through my clothes. I started escort mardin to unzip his fly but He stopped me. He sat on the sleek leather couch, pushing one of my bags aside. He wanted to see my stewardess outfit so I walked around the room so he could see me. Now I started taking my jacket off and then the blouse. He looked approvingly at my slip and bra peeking out. i unzipped my skirt and wriggled it off. Still buzzed and a but unsteady on my feet, I managed to pull the full slip up my hips, waist and shoulders. As I stood there in the gorgeous lingerie he’d bought me I felt so alive and sexual that I could make His fantasies come true that I almost came right there in front of him.

I slid between his legs to pull his pants off and suck his hard cock when he stopped me again and instead had me lay across his lap. He explained excitedly that as I was a “bad girl” for my antics with my new asian friends that he had to punish me-he didn’t really but wanted to spank me as part of this fantasy.

He started off softly, then hit my ass harder. I was wriggling a bit and grinding my cunt into his knee as he spanked me. He pulled my panties to my knees and I whimpered as I knew He’d be spanking me harder now, True to form He did and soon my ass tingled with delicious agony with His swats. I felt his hard cock against my arm and just knew he was delighted with me.

After a while He had me get up and look at my butt in the mirror. It was pink and i knew I’d have at least one bruise on my left cheek. Love that! Slipping my panties back up I came back over and sat in his lap. We kissed with love and lust as he played with my boobs. I’d managed to unzip Him and pull his snake out, rubbing his dick against my lips and clitty through my panties.

.He was moaning with little grunts inbetween moans. He pinched my nipples until it hurt and then some but I shivered in pleasure. Soon my darling husband stopped abusing my boobs and pushed his fingers back into my puss and at the same time thumbed my clitty. Fuck that felt great. I sucked on his lips while he fingered my cunt and clit, squishing sounds coming in rythm to how well he was finger fucking me.

After riding his fingers to an orgasm, I pushed his fingers aside, grabbed his meat can of a cock and slowly slid it into me. His cock was hot, almost red hot as it usually is when he slowly pushed into me. He moaned and slapped my ass again in lust and desire. I in turn shook a bit as it just felt soooooo damn fine in me. I groaned as he filled me up with his cock. I didn’t want to move as he felt so fine in me but soon I was rocking forward and back and soon I bent forward to kiss him and he began pumping into me, softly at first, but then he was rocketing his cock in and out of my cunt. Moaning and then gasping I felt my cunt ooze as I lubricated his meat with my juice.

He was pummeling me and we were kissing and biting each other with love and passion. For a while we were silent apart from the sounds of sex. He then started cussing a blue streak and I could feel his cock harden in me, hitting me deep hard and fast.

I orgasmed now and I gushed a bit as He was calling me his fucking hot stewardess slut, telling me how much it turned him on to see those older Asian men coming on to me. He would have been totally fine with then fucking me as he watched or joined in I think.

I managed to gasp out how nasty and hot it felt having them give me-Him really as he owned me-those Gold Eagles.

He rolled me over and was fucking me from behind with me half on and half off the leather couch. At this time he was fucking me sooooo hard that we knocked a lamp and end table over as He screwed me. I think that was when my pumps finally fell off me, not that I cared at all. He slowed up a bit now as my twat was in fire and made love to me in this odd position and I came again.

All of a sudden his massive hardon was nudging my ass and pushing in. I yelled a bit and he went slow with enough juice to slide in as long as he didn’t pound me. He reached around and stuck several fingers into my puss and he felt his cock through the wall separating my pussy from my butt. I don’ think he fucked my ass for more than 10 minutes before he came in my ass and I came again with his fingers inside me.

He fell on me and we collapsed in a pile. We kissed and held each other as I felt his cum slowly ooze out of my redeye. We were also soaked in sweat.

After I obediently found a bottle of water to serve Him, we finished undressing-more me than him as he was naked and we took a bath together in the oversized Jacuzzi tub. We kissed and fondled each other and soon I found myself stroking him as He got hard again. He found my pussy in the soapy water and was soon fingering me feverishly. He pushed my head down and soon I was blowing him off-his pole half in and out of the water. I had to give it my best as he’d just unloaded in my butthole not more than 45 minutes earlier but my lips on his dick, hands on his balls and enthusiastic sucking caused him to shoot off again, half down my throat and the rest on my cheeks and jaw.

It was late now and we were done for the night-it was so wonderful falling asleep that night having completely satisfied my man, husband and love.

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