But so far, the houses nearby don’t show any signs of people being awake. There are no cars on the street. Anders takes a deep breath. He is nervous... but also excited, buzzing with the anticipation of doing this. He got the idea from a co-worker and how great of a stress reliever it is. And stress relief is definitely something he can use right now. His wife hasn’t been showing any signs that she wants to get intimate with him for months now and it is beginning to wear him down—work does that. "Would you sit with me while the car gets warmed up?" she asked. "No prob." I climbed into the passenger seat. I had butterflies in my stomach for some reason, and I started to think about that kiss again. "Thanks for that going-away kiss," I said. "That was the best part of the evening. Well, that and... right now." Becky blushed. I looked into her eyes, and we slowly moved closer to each other and started to kiss again. Slow kisses at first, then with a bit more passion. I was in heaven. And. We hadn’t travelled much since the birth of Laura, and hadn’t had a chance since. Now, we were finally going to join the club that had eluded me for so long. I waited several minutes before going to the bathroom and joining my wife. I knocked on the door, first hearing a lady that clearly wasn’t my wife. After finding the correct door, I was swiftly pulled inside before anyone could see. Both of us were extremely excited and aroused at the prospect of fucking on a plane, and no foreplay was. Eight- thirty was ridiculously early in her mind to be up during the school holidays. She decided to start her school project, entitled “The Incas”. That, she thought, was going to be very useful in later life. Immersing herself in one of the books that she had found in the library, she curled up on her bed and started to learn about their civilization. Although she would hate to admit it to anyone, she hardly looked up from the pages as she became absorbed in their way of life. She discovered.