Once we were dressed, the reality of our situation hit me. We weren't just a couple anymore; we were a trio, bound by love and lust. And as we made our way to the airport, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. The private jet that awaited us was sleek and luxurious, a testament to their wealth and status.

As we boarded, I couldn't keep the excitement from bubbling over. "A whole month," I murmured, still in awe. "Two of the most delicious men all to myself."

Randheer chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And what do you plan to do with us?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Oh, I have plenty of ideas," I replied, my own grin matching his. "A whole month of no limits, no boundaries. Just the three of us, exploring every desire."

The flight attendant offered us champagne as we settled into the plush seats, the bubbles fizzing against my tongue as I sipped. The flight was smooth, and the anticipation of what awaited us at our destination had me squirming. I watched as the city lights grew smaller, swallowed by the dark embrace of the night, feeling the thrill of our new life together.

Once we were in the air, Rajveer couldn't resist me anymore. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, his hand slipping under the hem of my dress. His fingers danced along the edge of my panties, teasing my clit until I was a trembling mess in his arms. Randheer watched, stroking his cock through his pants, his eyes dark with need.

The flight attendant cleared her throat discreetly, reminding us of her presence. With a smirk, Rajveer pulled away, whispering in my ear, "We'll have to continue this later, my love." His hand lingered on my thigh, his thumb tracing circles that sent shivers up my spine.

"Wanna join in?" asked Meera looking at the air hostess, the words slipping out before I could think better of it. She blinked, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she took in the scene before her. I could see the curiosity in her eyes, the unspoken question of whether this was an invitation or a drunken jest.

But the twinkle in her eyes told me she was game. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "If it's okay with you, Sir."

Randheer's grin grew wider, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. "The more, the merrier," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Meera turned to the flight attendant, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You can start with him," she said, nodding towards Randheer. The attendant stepped closer, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for his zipper. With trembling hands, she pulled out his cock, her eyes going wide at the sight of his thickness. She took a deep breath, leaning down to lick the tip before taking him in her mouth.

Randheer groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she began to suck him with an enthusiasm that surprised us all. I watched in the mirror, my own pussy clenching at the sight of my husband's pleasure. Rajveer's hand found its way under my dress again, his fingers sliding into my wetness. "I can't wait to see you come again," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

The flight attendant looked up at us, her eyes glazed with desire. "Can I...?" she asked, her voice muffled around Randheer's cock.

"No," Meera said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "This is for us. But you can watch." She had a wicked glint in her eye, and the attendant nodded, her own excitement clear.

The tension in the cabin was palpable, the air thick with desire as we continued our private show. Rajveer's strokes grew more insistent, his thumb circling my clit as he watched the attendant's eager mouth move up and down on Randheer's cock. The sounds of her slurping and Randheer's moans filled the space around us, creating an erotic symphony that had me on the edge once more.

With a sudden jolt, the plane hit a patch of turbulence, and the attendant's eyes widened with fear. She pulled away, wiping her mouth and rushing back to her duties, leaving us both panting with need. Meera giggled, the mood momentarily lightening. "Looks like we'll have to save that for later," she said, her hand slipping away from my cock with a teasing smile.

The rest of the flight was a delicious agony of anticipation. Every bump in the air had me imagining it was one of their cocks inside me, and I could see the same desire reflected in their eyes. When we finally landed, the attendant was all business, but the smudged lipstick and flushed cheeks gave her away.