Paradise Found (BBW Erotic Forbidden Affairs) by L.E Joyce Page A

the school runs, though her driver sat behind the wheel, and Jack hadn’t reached the level warranting chartered jets. Yet. She needed nothing except for a warm touch of a man who wanted her. However, when she decided to have an affair of her own, she realized that farang women over the age of thirty-five were pariahs, and women bigger than a size zero were invisible.
    Everything changed when she met Bruno. He was tall, olive skinned, and Portuguese–and didn’t have an eye for the Thai ladies. She didn’t care that he was married to a top diplomat at the Portuguese embassy. She didn’t care that the four of them: Bruno, Marianna, Jack, and herself had all become friends and socialized often. The only thing that mattered was the next time she’d see him.
    A flight attendant made her way down the aisle assisting boarding passengers with their carry-on bags. She smiled at Bruno sitting in the next row over, and lightly placed her hand on his shoulder. Three words ran through Karen’s mind. Skinny. Thai. Bitch. She didn't like that they had to sit separately, especially on a flight where the attendants looked like size-zero China dolls with boob jobs. But Bruno was right; it was for the best. What if people from their prospective communities spotted them together? Portuguese diplomats and American expats didn't cross paths except at school and playgroups, always an interaction involving their children. She didn't want the cover blown off her forbidden affair before it had a chance to begin.
    From the next row, Bruno looked over and smiled. She blushed and her crotch got warm. She couldn’t help it. He could do things to her without even touching her flesh. She watched as he removed his cell phone from his pocket and began typing. Probably checking in with Marianna, she thought to herself. For a moment, calling Jack crossed her mind, but she knew better. He didn’t care where she went, or what she did. He only cared that she didn’t leave. Ladder-climbing divorced oil executives didn’t bode well at promotion time. He wanted to keep her in the marriage for the show.
    Her cell phone buzzed. A new text. From Bruno.
    Lick , it said.
    This was a game that he liked to play. He liked to mess with her, arouse her, at the most inconvenient times and in the most inconvenient of places.
    And she loved to play along.
    Suck , she typed.
    Bruno: Tell me...
    Karen thought for a moment then pounded the keys on her phone: You are lying on your bed. I’m in the shower. I’ve been in there way too long…
    Bruno: And?
    Karen: The curtain open, and I don’t even bother with a towel. You roll over and watch me sink to my knees…
    Bruno: And ?
    Karen: And slide you into my mouth. But you are impatient. You want more...
    Karen: You push my head away, and bring me to standing. You kiss me hard and hot on the mouth.
    Karen: You take charge, because waiting is not your game, and throw me on my stomach on the bed...
    Karen: I feel the bed give as you climb on top, and I gasp as you push inside me…
    Karen: How was that?
    She looked over at Bruno. With a flushed face, he fanned his shirt, a gesture that meant she had won the round.
    The soft voice of the Thai flight attendant came over the loudspeaker again. “Ladies and gentleman. We have closed the cabin doors and it is now time to stow all electronic devices.”
    As she moved to power off her phone, she received one last text.
    I’m sorry…but you are going to enjoy your…vacation…several times a night. I’m sorry… that we didn’t do this sooner…I’m sorry…that you’ll have to wait until we land so I can finally rub my face all over that steaming hot pussy of yours.
    Karen’s mouth went dry. She had been overthrown in seconds. She focused on the moving ground outside the plane and tried not to look at him. Karen shifted in her seat. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feel her panties soaking wet with need. How did he do it? How did he melt her like that? She had talked