Playing on a Private Jet (Patreon)

“This is incredible,” John said as he pulled the car right to the private jet. “No crazy security lines. No body scans. No getting groped by a TSA weirdo.”

“Success comes with certain perks,” Samantha said.

The success she was referring to was her recent promotion to vice president. Samantha was the only female VP at her company, which was probably why her boss had invited them to join him on his private jet for the quick flight from Los Angeles to Vegas for a charity event.

“It certainly does,” John said as he parked the car.

Two young men rushed to open both the doors and John handed off the keys. “You can join Mr. Bennett on the plane,” the valet said.

John took a moment to admire his wife in the gorgeous dark red gown she’d bought for the occasion. It hugged her body in all the right places and offered up a view of her cleavage that he couldn’t help but stare at.

“You have never looked more beautiful,” he said as Samantha took his hand.

“Thank you,” she replied with a smile. “I’m a vice president now. I need to represent the company well. You don’t look so bad yourself, by the way.”

John hadn’t worn a tuxedo in years and he’d been quite pleased with how good it looked. “Thank you,” he replied.

As they walked towards the plane Samantha’s boss appeared at the top step. He too wore a tux and John was quite certain he looked better.

“Aiden!” Samantha said as she waved at the man that had hired her half a decade ago.

“Samantha, welcome!” Aiden said as he stepped aside to welcome them to his plane.

John and Samantha ascended the stairs and stepped into the lap of luxury. Elegant dark wood and white leather covered most surfaces inside the plane and three glasses of champagne had already been poured.

Aiden and Samantha shared a short, tight hug before John shook hands with his wife’s boss. “Thank you for inviting us,” he said.

“Are you kidding? I had to have my rising superstar along for this event,” Aiden said. “Samantha is unquestionably the most personable of my vice presidents and I don’t think you’ll be surprised to learn that she’s far and away the best looking. She’s perfect for charming the deep-pocketed men and women at this charity event.”

John knew better than most that his wife had a gift for putting people at ease. She was smart, beautiful, and exceptionally good at getting someone to open up almost immediately. Everyone seemed to trust her implicitly, which made business dealings much easier.

“We’ll be taking off soon, so why won’t we take our seats and enjoy a little champagne?” Aiden suggested.

Aiden took Samantha’s hand and led her to a seat at a table with two champagne glasses. John figured he would sit across from his wife so he was a little surprised when Aiden took what he thought was his place. He didn’t fight it, though. Instead, he sat across the aisle.

Aiden lifted his glass and smiled at Samantha. “A toast to my newest vice president and the smartest, most talented, most beautiful woman I know.”

John looked to his wife to see if her boss’s second comment on her beauty made her uncomfortable, but she had a big smile on her face. It didn’t seem like Aiden was hitting on her, but it felt a little inappropriate. John wasn’t about to say anything, though. Aiden was the man in charge and he could stall Samantha’s career just as easily as he could ensure she was promoted even higher in the company.

“So, John, what’s it like being married to someone so successful?” Aiden asked.

“It’s great,” John said. “I mean, if it wasn’t for Samantha’s success I wouldn’t be wearing a tuxedo and drinking expensive champagne on a private jet, after all.”

Aiden sipped his champagne and smiled at Samantha. “That’s true. What is it you do again, John?” he asked.

“He’s a writer,” Samantha replied.

“That’s right,” Aiden said.

John was relatively certain that Aiden knew he was a writer. They’d met several times and he’d shared the details of his profession on numerous occasions and Aiden didn’t seem like the kind of guy that forgot little details. If anything, the opposite was true. He seemed like the kind of guy that paid attention to every little detail.

“Have you had any luck getting your novel published?” Aiden asked.

“Not yet,” John said.

Aiden sipped his champagne, smiled, and said, “That’s a shame. Samantha said it’s quite good. What do you think the problem is?”

It was a question John had considered every day for the past two years. All that thinking hadn’t brought him any closer to an answer, though, and as Samantha ascended the ranks at her job he felt more and more like a failure. He managed to find plenty of freelance work that paid decently, but as a vice president Samantha’s earnings dwarfed his and it was getting harder to feel like he was pulling his weight in their marriage.

“I wish I knew,” John said.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’re cleared for takeoff and we’ll be in the air in just a few minutes. The flight time today is a little over an hour,” the captain said over the intercom.

“Buckle up,” Aiden said.

They all buckled their seat belts and John took a long sip of his champagne to make sure it didn’t spill if things got a little bumpy on their ascent to cruising altitude. The plane’s engines roared to life and he leaned back into the seat while staring at his wife.

Samantha looked over at him and smiled as John wondered if she found his decision to pursue a career as a writer frustrating. They didn’t need more money – she was very well-compensated – but he wasn’t particularly successful and sometimes it seemed like she wasn’t eager to introduce him to people at parties. Now that she’d stepped up in the corporate world he wondered if she’d find it even more frustrating that he couldn’t get his novel published.

“Have you ever thought about a different career, John?” Aiden asked, tapping into John’s insecurities with one simple question. “I don’t intend any offense, but it must be frustrating to pour your heart into a novel only to discover that no one’s interested in it.”

John looked to his wife in hopes of a rescue from Aiden’s line of questioning, but she offered nothing. Instead, he got the impression that Aiden was asking a question that she’d given some thought to.

“I suppose I’ve considered it,” John answered. “Writing is the only thing I’ve ever done, though. I’m an English major. I’m really only qualified to write or teach.”

“You could learn to do something else, John,” Aiden said in a condescending tone. He sipped his champagne with a smile. “Everyone can learn new skills, even those of us that don’t have many skills to begin with.”

Now he was being openly insulting and still Samantha offered no response.

“I could, but I’m a good writer,” John replied. “Lots of good writers struggle right up until the moment the struggle stops. I need to keep at it. I need to keep writing. Eventually I’ll break through.”

Aiden looked at Samantha and leaned closer. He reached across the small table between them and took her hand in his. “Don’t you think your beautiful wife deserves better than being married to a failed writer who’s determined to keep trying?”

Samantha made no effort to pull her hand from Aiden’s grasp. Instead, she offered him a smile and leaned a little closer, flashing even more of her cleavage.

“I’m not sure I like your tone, Aiden, and I’m quite certain I don’t like you touching my wife like that,” John said.

Aiden released Samantha’s hand from his grasp and leaned back as he turned his attention to John. “Are you not a failed writer, John? Have you experienced some great success that I don’t know about? Are you not a 35 year old man whose greatest accomplishment is getting a piece published by Vanity Fair?”

“I’m a good writer, Aiden,” John replied.

“You’re a failed writer, John,” Aiden shot back. “The quality of your writing doesn’t change that. You might be the most brilliant novelist in America. It doesn’t matter. No one reads you’re writing.”

John looked towards Samantha but she was staring at Aiden with a smile on her face. John couldn’t be sure, but it seemed that her boss was giving voice to frustrations his wife was quite familiar with.

“Do you feel like I’m a failure, Samantha?” John asked.

Samantha turned to him and smiled. “It’s not a question, John. It’s a fact.”

Aiden reached out and took Samantha’s hand into his. He pulled John’s wife from her seat and into his lap. One hand rested on her waist and the other pulled up the bottom of her beautiful dress until the soft, milky white flesh of her thighs was exposed.

“What are you doing?” John asked.

“He’s doing what a real man does when he sees a woman he wants,” Samantha replied.

Aiden’s fingers moved up Samantha’s soft thighs and between her legs. John couldn’t quite see under her dress, but the look on her face made it clear that her pussy was being stimulated.

Samantha took Aiden’s other hand in hers and lifted it to her mouth. She took two of his fingers between her lips and sucked while holding John’s gaze.

“Stop,” John said. “Stop this right now.”

Samantha closed her eyes and moaned as she continued to suck on Aiden’s fingers. It was as if John hadn’t said anything. It was as if he wasn’t there.

Aiden pulled his fingers from her mouth and slipped the strap of Samantha’s dress off her shoulder. He exposed one of her perky breasts and took it in his hand.

“You had so much potential when we got married,” Samantha said to her husband. “You were so smart and driven. You were so full of hope. You wasted it all, though. You wasted it on this hopeless dream of being a brilliant novelist. You wasted every bit of your potential, John.”

She turned to Aiden and they shared a deeply passionate kiss. There was no question it wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. Samantha had clearly been cheating on him with her boss. John had no idea how long it had been going on, but it wasn’t the first time she’d kissed Aiden or had his fingers inside her.

They stared at each other for a few moments after the kiss ended and then Aiden turned his attention to John. “Your wife isn’t the type of woman to settle for less, John. Samantha’s smart, talented, tenacious, and pathologically ambitious. It’s a testament to her love for you that she waited this long before finding another man.”

Samantha stood and lifted her dress over her hips, revealing that she’d gone without panties for the charity dinner. Aiden swung his chair until it faced the aisle and unzipped his tuxedo pants to free his cock.

Samantha smiled, stepped back, and sat in her boss’s lap. He placed the head of his cock against her pussy lips and slid inside her.

“Aren’t you going to stop me?” Samantha asked as she sank down on another man’s cock just a few feet from where John sat. “Aren’t you going to do anything?”

“Samantha…please,” John said. He remained in his seat, though. He made no effort to stop her.

“That’s what I thought,” Samantha said.

Aiden held her hips and helped Samantha ride his cock in reverse cowgirl as John watched. He saw his wife’s pussy open around the other man’s dick over and over. He saw the look of pleasure on her face. He saw the way her breasts bounced. He saw the other man’s hands on her hips. He saw his wife cheating on him and he did nothing about it.

“You’re pathetic,” Samantha said. “Aiden said this was how you’d react. He said you were the kind of man that would do nothing if his wife was cheating. He said you’d sit there like a bitch and watch me take his cock.”

John should have felt angry. Instead, he felt defeated. He felt humiliated. He felt paralyzed. Then Samantha slapped him. She reached across the aisle and slapped him hard enough to send a shockwave of pain through his body.

“You don’t deserve to sit in that beautiful chair. Get on your knees,” she demanded. “Get on your knees and watch him fuck me. Watch my pussy take his cock. Watch your wife enjoy a real man.”

John swung his seat towards the aisle and fell onto his knees. Samantha reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair to pull him close. Her pussy was just a few inches away. He could hear her wetness. He could smell the sex. He could see in exacting detail how she opened up for the other man.

“You were right,” Samantha said. “He’s just as pathetic as you said. Even more so, really.”

“That’s okay,” Aiden replied as he fucked his cock up into Samantha’s pussy. “You have me now. You don’t need him.”

“What if I want to keep him around?” she asked.

“You’re welcome to,” Aiden replied. “I’ve known plenty of powerful women that like to have a manservant around. Make him into your bitch. He’s clearly a spineless little weasel. I’m sure he’ll do whatever you tell him. Plus, you have all the money and you could easily destroy him in a divorce. I think your failed writer of a husband will stick around no matter how badly you treat him.”

John felt powerless. The jet was small. Even if he wrestled free from his wife’s grasp there was nowhere to go. Even if he locked himself in the bathroom he’d still be able to hear them. Plus, he couldn’t stay in there forever. He’d have to come out and confront his wife and her new man.

“I think I’ll do that, John. I think I’ll make you my bitch. I think you’ll be a good servant for me,” Samantha said.

She laughed as Aiden’s cock continued to stretch her beautiful pussy while John watched from a few inches away.

“Suck my clit while he fucks me,” she demanded.

John didn’t get a chance to make a choice. Instead, Samantha pulled his face to her pussy and that was that. He felt Aiden’s cock sliding in and out of her. He felt her pussy lips opening. An overwhelming sense of humiliation coursed through his body.

“Suck my fucking clit, John. Do it now or I’ll divorce your ass and leave you penniless. You’ll be working at a fast food joint before you know it,” Samantha demanded.

John extended his tongue and licked his wife’s clit, completing his humiliation. It was impossible not to come into contact with Aiden’s cock, but there was no point in fretting about it. In less than an hour he’d fallen so far he could scarcely fathom the sudden change in his life.

“That’s it, John. Show me you can be useful. Show me you’re not a complete failure. Show me that you’re worthy of being my bitch,” Samantha said as he licked her clit.

John did as he was told, mostly out of instinct. He was so overwhelmed he couldn’t really think straight so he just did what came naturally. That meant doing as he was told, even if it was humiliating.

Eventually it came to an end. Samantha had an orgasm and pushed John’s head away from her pussy. Aiden’s climax soon followed and John watched the other man’s cock pulse as he launched a load of cum into Samantha’s pussy.

It wasn’t over, though. Samantha lifted her pussy from Aiden’s cock, pushed John’s head against the seat behind him and sat on his face. Cum leaked from her freshly-fucked cunt and John felt it coat his lips and chin.

“Eat his cum, John,” she demanded. “Taste a real man’s cum. Do it. Do it or you’ll regret it.”

John had never seen his wife look so determined. She seemed certain to follow through on her vague threat, and as humiliating as it was to eat Aiden’s cum, it wasn’t much worse than licking her clit while the other man’s cock was inside her.

John parted his lips and stuck his tongue out. “That’s a good bitch,” Samantha said. “Now drink his load from my pussy.”

John did as he was told. He consumed Aiden’s cum. The taste was terrible and he gagged a few times, but he got it down. He got through it.

Samantha released her grip on his hair, patted the top of his head, and said, “Good boy,” before fixing her dress and taking her seat once again.

“So, what do you want to do with him once we land?” Aiden asked.

“I think he deserves to come with us. He can wait in the hotel room and be of use to us later tonight. Perhaps we’ll bring back a few guests and we can all have a naughty little party to seal a profitable deal,” Samantha said.

“I like the way you think,” Aiden said as he picked up his champagne glass.

John watched his wife and her boss share a toast as he sat on the floor. He felt completely powerless and overwhelmed with humiliation and self loathing. In the span of an hour his life had changed completely and it seemed that there was nothing he could do about it. The decision had been made for him. Samantha was no longer his. He was no longer the man he thought he was. It was possible he was no longer much of a man at all.