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After two action packed days we are finally buckled up into the seats of our private jet

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After two action packed days we are finally buckled up into the seats of our private jet. Heading down the runway in the direction of the sky above - our destination Europe.

Paris to be exact.

Little does my sleeping beauty know of the first stop on our honeymoon. No mater how hard she tried to temp and pursued me I managed to keep it a secret. It wasn't easy, especially when she had her lips wrapped around me dick, teasing me. But like all brats they can't be rewarded when they try to force their daddy doms hand...no they have to be punished.

I look over to my wife, her lips slightly parted and her long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head. My lips part as my tongue wets them, my eyes roaming over her curves. She's wearing tight short shorts, six inch black heals and a plunging V neck sweeter, giving me a mouthwatering view of the tops of her breasts.

She's perfection. A Mouthwatering, sex Vixen who was destined to rule over every Goddess in every kingdom.

Feeling possessive I reach across and clasp her thigh in my hand. My finger tips dipping into her flesh as I squeeze and massage her. She's breathtaking. I want to have her in my arms all day, to feel her soft, plumb skin against mine at all times.

I know I'm being possessive but I can't help it. Seeing our stupidly attractive male flight attendant, Hades - who calls their child Hades? Anyways, seeing stupid Hades roam his sleazy eyes all over my wife, eyes fucking her, flirting and near enough drawling over her makes my blood boil and my dominate side come out. He's literally unleaded the beast.

And I'm trying so fucking hard to not make it a big deal, to not wake her up from her peaceful slumber, to not start our honeymoon was drama but he's making it difficult.

If I could I'd bend her over the table in front of us and fuck her hard until she screams my name but he'd enjoy that and I don't share.

She is mine.

I know she knows it. Our friends know it. But this flight attendant who knows she's my wife, clearly hasn't accepted it!

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