She converted me on a redeye flight to London.

Looking back on it now, I realize this is how women unintentionally turn their husbands into cuckolds. Mine did it to me. My wife and I took a redeye flight to London. I had the window seat, and she had the middle seat. I managed to sleep for about half of the eight-hour flight. I didn’t pay much attention to my wife when we landed, navigated through immigration and baggage claim other than to make sure that she was with me and have all her items. I was purely focused on the logistics of our travel. We took the express train into Paddington Station and made our way to our hotel that was within walking distance. We checked in and decided to take a nap. My wife had remained almost silent since we landed, and I assumed that was because she was tired and in an unfamiliar place. But when we got into bed and things got quiet, I noticed that she was crying. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t say anything, and I just held her. Again, I thought that perhaps the she was tired, and the journey had just overwhelmed her. After all I was a much more seasoned traveler, and this was her first time in Europe. We napped for about two hours and then went sightseeing. I couldn’t help but notice that her mood had not improved much by the time we had dinner in a restaurant near our hotel. Back in our room, I started inquiring as to what was the issue. She quickly became almost inconsolable. All I initially got was that she had done something really bad on the plane while I was asleep. She said that she was so sorry and kept apologizing. I repeatedly reaffirmed that I loved her and would forgive her for anything. It took a bit longer and I convinced her that we needed to discuss this, or it would just fester. I had to promise her that I would not let this ruin our vacation before she would tell me what she did that was so bad. Honestly, I was thinking, how much trouble could she have gotten into on a plane full of people. I had no idea. I promised and the story she told me was impressive. I was stunned that my quite conservative wife had been so bold. It started with the guy in the aisle seat next to her had fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder. She said that she was able to raise the arm rest between them without waking him and she cuddled with him as if they were lovers. She admitted that he was very attractive, and she loved the way he smelled as she buried her head in his hair. She allowed herself to have erotic thoughts about him even though I was sleeping just inches away from her on the other side. She assumed that this was a harmless adventure and no one including the stranger nor I would even know what was going on in her head. She said that the plane was dark, and she spread the blanket across her body as if she were trying to stay warm. Very cautiously she said that she started rubbing herself through her leggings. She said that she very carefully watched to see that no one noticed what she was doing, and she had an orgasm. She relaxed for a few minutes, but her horniness did not subside. She looked at her watch and there was still almost three hours before we would land. She tried not to but eventually surrendered to desire and resumed caressing herself. My wife said that the second time she was more relaxed and confident that it was discrete and therefore she allowed the feelings for him to be even more intense. She was so lost in the sensations that she didn’t initially notice that he had woken up and his hand was now caressing her breast as she masturbated. At first she though him touching her was part of her dream. However, he had obviously noticed what she was doing and the fact that they were cuddling, and her other hand was squeezing his inner thigh, he knew that she was enjoying her interaction with him. She said that at almost the same time, he began to kiss her neck, and his hand joined hers in her crotch. She said that there was an initial moment of panic when she realized that it was no longer just her fantasy, and she was actually having sex with a stranger on the plane. She said that she grabbed his hand to make him stop but did not remove it. She confirmed that I was still asleep and that no one around them had noticed what they were doing. She knew that she was too far involved to suddenly stop, and she released his hand. The eroticism of what they were doing was overwhelming and he brought her to the most intense orgasm. She said she had to bite her lip from moaning out loud. She sat there for a few minutes and just basked in the experience. Her next thought that was she had been selfish and that he needed relief as well. She moved her left hand and confirmed that she had left him in an awkward situation. As if it were not wild enough that what I had considered to be my conservative wife had just let a man she didn’t know finger her to an orgasm on a plane while I sat sleeping next to her, what she told me next absolutely astounded me. She said that she thought about using her hand on him but that would have made a huge mess.. She said that she considered going down on him but realized that there was no way of accomplishing that without someone else noticing. She knew what she needed to do. She instructed him to go to the bathroom, lock the door, after about a minute, she would knock five times, and he should let her in. Without responding, he complied while she retrieved the condom that she kept in her purse. She said that it was several years old, and she considered throwing it away several times. But now she was glad she had kept it and wondered about the expiration date. My wife said she waited by the door until the cabin attendant had her back to her to slip into the bathroom with him. My wife said it was really awkward and that it was not definitely the best sex she has ever had, but she managed to pull her leggings down enough that she had one leg free although she her foot was still tied to her other knee by the elastic. His pants were around his knees. She said they fucked standing up in that awkward position. She asked him to not hold back and cum quickly. This was for him and there would be no sexual enjoyment for her. She just gave him her pussy. Again, he complied. She said she saw her face in the mirror as she felt him ejaculate inside her and the reality of what she was doing hit her full force. She felt an urgent need to get back to her seat and reality. She removed the condom from his still half erect penis, rolled it in a paper towel and tossed it in the trash. They both washed as best they could in that tiny bathroom and quickly dressed. She said that the cabin attendant gave her a really nasty look as they exited the bathroom together but didn’t say anything. My wife said that it was only when we landed, and we were gathering our things that she finally introduced herself to him and at least knew his first name. She said it was ironic that I jumped in and introduced myself to him as well. Apparently I had shaken the hand of the guy who initiated my wife into the mile high club, and I didn’t know it. Her story finished, I was totally stunned at what my wife had just told me, and it was obvious from her actions from the moment that we landed until now that everything she just told me was true. She apologized profusely and broke down and started crying. The strange thing was my reaction. I wasn’t mad and my cock was as hard as a rock. Her true-life story had turned me on like I had never been before. I don’t know what she was expecting, but we were already on the bed, and I rolled her on her back and practically tore her panties from her. I don’t think I lasted ten seconds inside her. She could not comprehend what was happening and just looked at me as if I had gone crazy. However, I was so curious and asked what felt like a thousand questions which, at my insistence, she answered honestly, without hesitation and in great detail. Over the next two hours, we had intercourse seven times by my count and my erection never subsided. Eventually she insisted that we needed to stop and get some sleep. I could probably have gone on all night. All I know is that we spent three days in London and fortunately she took lots of pictures, because the only thing I remember from that trip was how enamored I was with my beautiful wife and her story. And now I am a cuckold.

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