I was going to be gone all week and I knew I would be missing her.I wouldn’t only be missing the sex but also the companionship. We work great toge...her. We respect and participate in each others hobbies. I help her scrap book and she goes fishing with me. I don’t like scrap booking and I know she hates fishing but we do it to stay close. We love each other and that’s one of the reasons why.The other major factor is we have a great sex life. We are both willing to try something new and not. My fingers touched her bare labia. I pressed a fingertip experimentally and found she was really wet. The slipperiness of youth. She spread her legs, unveiling her pussy. “That’s so nice, Mrs. Shepherd.” She seemed to be whispering almost to herself. “Rub me right there. Please.” I slid alongside her on the bed, so she could lie on her back. Leaning on an elbow, our legs touching, I watched my fingers skim along her skin. I pressed three of them against her clitty and drew small circles. Except. Unfortunately, there is one bad thing in first class. We had separated seats! The airline we took as three rows of first class seats, with three seats in one row. They look like cocoons. When we fly, we always have neighboring seats in business class and we can secretly play a bit with each other under the blankets. This time, this was not possible. But we had two seats in the last row and thus were sure that nobody was watching us from behind, because the curtains to the business class pantry. This evening we were bound for a real orgy, in a Surrey mansion, which had been booked as a team building exercise(!). I let the on board GPS navigate the route, and as we drove through the darkening April evening Izzy came and sat beside me. She had been to orgies at the mansion before, which she said were often themed; Roman, Medieval, Western, St Trinian's, etc. but this evening's romp was just bog standard debauchery.A bevy of accommodating females, and some males, were bussed in by several.