Bimbofying the Hot White Wife
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I slumped into my chair at the airport. I sighed as I stretched my back. I hated flying. You had to get to the airport early because TSA might be backed up only for there not to be a line at Denver International Airport today for god knew why.
So here I was, sitting at my seat with an hour to kill. I could go get a drink, but it was ten in the morning. It just felt too early. And the food was too expensive. I had a big breakfast. I could wait until I was back home in Dallas.
Just a four our flight.
I’d hit Popeyes on the way home from the airport. Get me some good fried chicken.
I rubbed my hands together, my legs sticking out. Another problem with flying. When you were a 6’3” black guy, you never had any fucking leg room. I sighed, eager to get back home. I was just tired of traveling. No time for dating.
It didn’t help I was shy. I mean, I was a big, tall Black guy. Girls were always staring at me, but these days… You had to be careful where you stuck your dick. So many crazy girls out there. It just wasn’t worth the risk if you weren’t sure.
And how could you be sure?
I stretched my legs and started browsing TikTok. I had my earbuds in, Bluetooth so no wires, and watched videos. So many girls were just shaking their asses on TikTok. Maybe not the shit I should be watching before getting on a plane.
I was starting to chub up.
Then a video in my recommendations caught my eye titled, Mother and Daughter Bonding. The thumbnail was two women, obviously mother and daughter, kneeling and staring up at the camera like a pair of porn star sluts.
What was this?
I hit play.
A mother and daughter, both blonde and clearly related, stood together, their faces almost pressed cheek-to-cheek. The mother wore a black bra that cupped her large tits while the daughter was equally stacked with her boobs held in a purple bra with half-cups that showed off as much of her big breasts. They smiled up at the camera with such empty-headed delight.
They pursed their pouty lips and their eyelashes fluttered as a young man said, “So, that’s my mom and sister They’re my bimbo sluts. And they’ll do anything I tell them to do, right?”
“Yes,” cooed the mother and daughter, their eyes so hot. My dick lurched. I did not just hear that right?
His mother and sister were his bimbo… sluts.
“And why?” asked the young man, still filming the pair. The daughter looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, the mom a hot MILF that could be in her late twenties to early forties. “Because of this app. It made them get along and do whatever I want. It’s amazing. Right, you’ll do whatever I want?”
“We will!” they both squealed.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“Like suck my dick?” the young man asked.
The two women nodded and dropped their knees. They both reached out to the bottom of the screen like they were reaching for his cock. The phone recording whirled around to the young man. He grinned at me as I swear I heard some suckling.
“You can have your own obedient mother or daughter or whatever,” he said, this look of such triumph on his face. This was a man who had found the secrets of the universe and wanted to share them. “Just download the bimbo app from my link. It’s free to try out!”
There was no way that would actually work. An app that would turn even your own mother and sister into bimbo sex slaves. It was clearly some TikTok joke. My dick throbbed so hard. It had been a while. Just too busy. And just pointing at a woman and hitting a button.
That was easy.
I clicked on the link before I could think. Then I tensed, hoping I wasn’t installing some sort of hacker shit on my phone. It started to download just as the gate attendant announced they were boarding my flight.
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Janette Bowman
“They’re boarding my flight,” I said as I texted my husband. I sat with my legs crossed, a nice pair of black, knee-high boots on. I had bought them on my trip. They were so cute. I had a gray skirt on that just fell to my knees and a blue crop top. I was eager to get home. “Should be landing on time. Love you.”
“Love you,” he sent back with a few heart emojis.
I rose, so glad that this trip was over. I had to travel for work, looking at a few vendors to see if their craft items were right for stocking in our store. It was a small chain that sold all sorts of odds and ends for the home with a lot of handmade stuff.
Things that you could only get for a limited time or in limited supplies. I had been bouncing around Montana, Idaho, Colorado, and Wyoming visiting various small businesses who had their own little Etsy stores or sold on Amazon to see about getting their products in our stores. To negotiate prices, shipping, all that crap.
I loved the job, but two weeks on the road had me aching for my hubby. Hence the cute skirt and blouse. I wanted to get laid when I got back to Texas. I slipped my phone into my purse and joined the growing queue of people lining up to get on board.
I was so glad it was my last flight for a while. The line moved slowly. I held my phone to the scanner. It beeped and I was cleared to head down the jetway where another backup built up at the doors to the plane.
I filtered onto the plane with the others. The flight attendants were all bubbly smiles. They nodded to me as I headed into the plane. I had a first-class seat, but I never liked to board first. I don’t know why. Weird, I guessed.
I put my luggage into the overhead bin and slipped into my seat. There were two nice, comfortable seats here. I don’t know if I would have a companion. Probably. I sank down on it and crossed my legs. I pulled my phone out and started browsing Instagram.
I saw a neat post about a book called Radiant’s Knight (Rise of the Dragon Knight Book 1) on there. I liked to read. I was into Indie fantasy. Sadly, it looked to be a book that wouldn’t be out for a while. I had never heard of the author, JMD Reid. But it was an interesting cover.
I kept flipping through. I giggled at a hilarious barbecue fail from a friend of my husband and me. He ruined the brisket. That was a crime in Texas, but at least he had come clean. I hummed, so eager to be back home.
“Guess this is me,” said a tall, Black guy. He sat down beside me and rubbed his ebony hands on his jeans. “They upgraded me. An open seat in first class, and I guess my ticket got picked.”
“Lucky you,” I said, smiling at him. “You’d think they’d tried to charge you.”
“I guess no one bit.” He shrugged. He stared at me. I swallowed, feeling his attention. I tried to push my skirt up to cover more of my leg, but it just didn’t want to. I glanced at the window. I didn’t want to have some guy flirting with me on the entire flight. “Their loss.”
“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“So, uh, flying home?”
“To my husband,” I said. “He’s eager to see me.”
“Husband, right, right.” He rubbed his hands on his jeans again. “Damn, well, that’s a lucky man, I guess. I mean, you’re… Well… God, sorry, I’m just nervous.”
“Planes don’t crash all that often. They’re perfectly safe.” I turned to him. “And try flirting with the stewardesses. Like that blonde one in the purple miniskirt. They have to let you flirt with them. It’s the sky law.” It was a terrible lie, but I did not want to put up with this for the next four hours.
He gave me a polite smile and fiddled with his phone. He seemed so nervous about something. I glanced out the window. The sun was going down fast. The airport getting dark even with the lights everywhere. Planes were blinking. All those safety features they had.
I couldn’t wait to get home to my hubby. I squirmed in my seat, eager to just get there. I would shower him in kisses, then we would go back to our house and make passionate love. That would be such a wonderful moment. I was excited for it. Just so eager for all that wonderful passion we would share.
The last person was aboard. The stewardesses began their preflight safety list. The man sighed and put his phone away. But he kept squirming in his seat. He really, really, really had something interesting on there.
Or he was just nervous.
I hoped he didn’t want to try to watch porn. I had that happen. A guy was looking at porn on his phone, and I could see it. I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I just tried to ignore it, but he was in the seat before me, and I could just see it.
What a perv. The Guys who did that were so skeezy. Wait until they were at home and watch it alone in shame. Or with their spouse. Sometimes, my husband and I watched porn. I couldn’t believe the things those girls would do. Anal? Nope! Deep-throating? Uh-huh. A threesome? No way. It didn’t matter if it was boy-girl-boy or girl-girl-boy, I didn’t want it either way.
I saw one where the guy came in one girl and the other licked it out. Disgusting. I shuddered just thinking about it. My husband found it hot. It fit into that whole macho thing where they wanted a harem of women or whatever.
The flight attendants finished their safety briefing. The one thing I liked about evening flights; no long wait to take off. We taxied to the runway and we’re on it without much of a pause. The engines growled. The guy gripped his phone.
The plane leaped forward.
I relaxed back into my chair as the plane rocketed down the runway. Then it happened. The nose came up. The ground fell away. My stomach sank as I stared out at the streetlights and the cars below. The landing gear came up.
“Man,” breathed the guy as he clutched his phone.
“Going to be okay,” I told him. “We’ll be just fine. Just remember to breathe.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Just…” He stared down at his phone than over at me. “I just… Yeah.”
Okay, this guy was more than a tad off. But what could he do to me on a plane? If he tried anything, I’d just have to scream and everyone would know he was up to something. He’d be arrested when we landed. That would be that.
The flight climbed higher and higher. He turned back his phone. He kept staring at the screen. It looked like… Well, there wasn’t much there. It was just a pink area with little hearts on it. Not much at all.
“What is that?” I asked before I could stop myself.