I walked down the aisle and passed I lovely air hostess she was gorgeous and young. When i got to the toilet I opened the door and stepped inside the ...small toilet. As I was about the close the door my husband quickly slipped through the gap and said I told I would get you back. He locked the door and turned to me he grabbed my top and slid it off my shoulders. It slid down my body and stopped at my waist. He undid my bra and let my massive tits fall loose. He brought his mouth to my tits and. .like the rain on the window pane..I roughly wipe that away...biting down on my lip...I feel I have drawn blood...but do I care...I just feel anger...dislike...I close my eyes....and have the vision of him..so clear..burned into my brain..Last night...him standing behind me..his strong arms around me...cupping my breasts...kissing my neck...there are goosebumps all over my body...I can feel every muscle in me tense up...he starts to nibble my earlobe...his tongue slides into my ear...and I can. I could see her boyfriend looking around suspiciously, like he knew something had gone down, and I could see Natalie looking around too. I realized that she didn't know who had fucked her. I wondered in that second if anyone who'd taken the intiative could have lifted up that skirt and had their way with her.But then our eyes met and I licked my fingers clean and I saw a naughty little smile grow on her face. Our little secret.Turns out, out little discrete fuck couldn't have been any more. I know how it goes. Grow-er rather than a show-er. He looks down and starts playing with himself. What a funny thing to watch. I can't even say why it's funny. And not in a humorous way but in the sense that I don't like this man and I'm not even sure why I haven't kicked him to the curb yet. I feel like laughing in his face. It's pathetic. He's hard. But not 8 inches. Not 7. Or 6. 5. Maybe 5. If I were to guess. As a man, I was bigger than him. He's thicker than I was but so what? Not that.