Butt-Plug Lovers Take Their Passion onto the Plane

My wife, Vera, and I love anal sex in all its forms. Her ass is always ready, and I love to slide my cock into her tightest hole. Sometimes our anal lust threatens to get us into trouble, like recently, when we almost missed our plane because I had my cock buried in her butt when we should have been on our way to the airport. I kept glancing at the clock, but soon forgot all about our long-awaited vacation to the Caribbean because her butt hole was so tight and perfect.

Finally, though, we both came to our senses and realized we didn’t want to miss our flight. I hurriedly slammed my cock into her, while she played with her clit until she climaxed. Seconds later, I shot my load. It was fun, but more rushed than either of us would have preferred. When I slid out, she moaned, then turned around and pouted. “My ass wants more,” she said simply. I looked around as I frantically shoved the last few necessary items into our luggage. I was trying to figure out if we’d forgotten anything when my gaze caught two of our most treasured possessions—our butt plugs. We’re butt-plug connoisseurs around here and have quite the collection, but these are our favorites. One is black, about medium length, with three graduated indentations to make the sensation of sliding it in and out of one’s asshole more pleasurable. The other one is smaller, about the size of Vera’s index finger, just enough to make itself felt but not really stretch you out too much.

“Baby,” I coaxed, “we have to go or we’ll be stuck at home all week, but I think we can take care of your ass while we’re in flight.” She stared at me, wide-eyed, as I retrieved the plugs and handed one to her. “Put this in, and we’ll take the other plug to use during our trip.”

I handed the bigger one to her and said, “Looks like we’re going to have a little company—in your ass.” She looked from my face to the plug and back.

“I can’t wear that on the plane! People will know!” she protested.

“Nobody will know,” I assured her. “It’s not made of metal, and that’s what they’ll check for. So it will be our little secret,” I said, reaching for her and massaging her tender backdoor. I know she’s a sucker for anything up her ass, whether it’s my finger, my cock, or a nice-sized plug. Her objections fell away easily as I massaged her puckered hole, and eventually, she surrendered to me.

“Okay, I’ll wear it—under one condition,” she said, wiggling happily against my probing finger. “You need to wear a plug, too.”

I paused, pulling my finger out and looking at her. She had that stubborn look on her face that let me know she wasn’t joking. While I’ve occasionally let her plunder my ass with her tiny fingers, I’d never worn a butt plug for an extended period of time before and wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it. Then again, it would relieve the boredom of the flight and might be fun to share a matching backdoor secret.

I got out a small bottle of lube and added just enough so that the plug slipped easily into her ass. When I bent over for her to do the same to me, she used her acrobatic tongue, curling it up to push it inside my tiny hole. I had to admit, her ass licking felt amazing, and my cock was already stirring again. When she did slide the slim plug into my ass, I actually welcomed its intrusion.

Just then, we heard a honk from our cab outside. She threw on a bra, shirt, and panties, cracked open the front door, and yelled, “Just a minute.” She flew back inside, scrambling to get dressed. “I was going to wear these jeans, but they might be too tight now with my extra baggage,” she said, peeking behind her at the rounded black base of the plug.

She chose a different pair, and when she pulled them on, I couldn’t tell that she had the plug in, even though my naughty mind was picturing the denim keeping it safe and secure. We finally got out the door, slightly frazzled and unkempt, but with all our bags. “JFK,” I said breathlessly as the cab sped off. As soon as we started moving, I realized an added bonus of wearing the plug—with each bump in the road, we felt a corresponding rumbling in our asses as the plugs teased our tight canals. I looked over at Vera to make sure she was feeling the same thing I was, and she reached for my hand, squeezing tightly every time we hit a bump.

About midway through the ride, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “If you clench your ass really tightly around it, it feels even better.” I took her advice, and she was right. Even though the plug was small and surely unnoticeable, I couldn’t help but feel slightly self-conscious. I was sure that the cabdriver somehow suspected we were up to something dirty. When we arrived at the check-in counter, the long line was daunting, but Vera made it fun for me. “Maybe later you can take the bigger plug, since you’re enjoying this so much,” she said. Just standing next to all those people—who, I’d venture to guess, didn’t have butt plugs shoved up their asses—made me feel horny and naughty. By the time we boarded the plane, any traveling jitters I previously had were replaced by shivers of excitement. We scored window and middle seats and gingerly sat down. My plug was small, but I couldn’t forget it was there.

My cock felt ready to explode, and Vera did nothing to calm me down, giving my dick sidelong glances and surreptitiously reaching behind herself. The woman to her left didn’t seem to notice or care what we did, but I certainly watched as Vera stood, adjusted her jeans, and then sank down onto the pillow the airline had provided. I couldn’t stop thinking about her ass and how ready it would be to take my cock after hours of stimulation. “The first thing I’m gonna do when we get to our hotel room is take your sweet ass,” I whispered to her as we hit some turbulence, the bumpy riding making both our asses quiver.

She let a quiet gasp escape her lips, then bit her nail to keep from being too obvious. Why hadn’t we thought of doing this sooner? Even when it was smooth sailing, the plug managed to do its work, nudging my special spot and keeping my cock as hard as a rock the whole ride. When Vera casually slid her blanket over my lap and worked her fingers along my shaft, I didn’t object, but I did put my hand over hers when I got too close to coming. “Save my come for your ass,” I told her, then looked out the window at the beaches down below as we closed in on the airport.

When the flight attendant came around and asked us to put our seats back into the upright position, the two of us, with our oversensitive asses, could not do anything but laugh. We shuffled off the plane when it landed, walking quickly so we could get to the hotel and get naked as soon as possible. Luckily, our luggage was first to arrive on the carousel. We snatched it up and tumbled into a taxi. While Vera gave them the address, I slipped my hand under her butt, nudging the plug as she shut her eyes and tipped her head back in pleasure. I’m sorry to report that we were a bit abrupt with the hotel staff because we were both desperate with desire. We grabbed the key from the clerk and practically ran to our room. Once there, we each stripped down.

Vera flung herself down on the bed, naked, with the toy nestled between her curvaceous cheeks. I joined her, getting on top and teasing her by tugging the plug out of her ass, then pushing it back in. “Do you want the plug or my cock in your ass, Vera?” I asked her, feeling my own backdoor tingle as I squeezed the plug.

“Your cock,” she said quietly, and I eased the plug out. I spit on my hand, then rubbed the liquid onto my cock, knowing that only a little lubrication would be required to properly plunder her behind after what amounted to half a day of anal foreplay. When I did push the head of my dick against her puckered hole, she opened up for me immediately. Vera whimpered with pleasure, making a series of unintelligible noises as I pushed my entire length inside her anal canal. Even though she’d had the ridged plug up her butt, she felt snug. To increase my pleasure, she utilized the clenching technique that she’d taught me in the cab. Every time she clamped down around my dick it felt like her ass was the tightest she could make it—until the next time. The more aroused she got, the more constricting her ass felt. I reached underneath her and tickled my fingers along her wet slit, then moved on to her clit, pinching and prodding it as she pressed back against my touch. We were a team, united in the goal of making us both explode with anal pleasure.

I reached for her hand, placing it on her clit, thereby freeing mine to reach behind me and wiggle my own plug. Feeling the plug rub against the walls of my ass—its small tip having a disproportionate impact on my prostate as I thrust my cock slowly in and out of her ass—was enough to make me spurt my load. “That’s it. Come in my ass!” She cried out as I did just that, bathing her with my hot load. When I was done, I pulled out and she flipped over, spreading her legs and letting me watch her fingers become a blur while they dove in and out of her sopping-wet pussy. She, too, came with a roaring orgasm that made her body tremble from head to toe.

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that we had so much fun with our butt-plug adventure that we kept using the toys throughout our vacation. I highly recommend traveling with “a little something extra” to keep your future journeys as exciting as ours was.

—Mr. Damon P., New York, New York