"Surprise, baby love! I got us a private ride to Hawaii! Just you, me, and the open skies."

And a few cameramen on board. So much for being private, Kyra.

After we dropped Safari with my aunt, we rode out to the airport, checked in with the attendance and security, and they led us to this huge blue private jet.

Nah, I've never been on a private jet before but....

Am I impressed? Absolutely not because we don't ever get to live a normal life. When we ride a commercial flight somewhere for once, that's when I'll be impressed. I saw this coming.

Yeah, I know. I should be grateful for all the glamour and fancy shit we got in our lives right now. I bet you'd trade places with me in a heartbeat.

Well, let this lifestyle get pushed onto you. You'd get tired of it after a while. Everywhere you go, people ask you so many questions and pretend they know you personally just to get their foot in the door. In reality, they don't give a shit about you.

Everyone wants something from you and you can't be yourself. You have to live up to the audience's expectations. How they see you on television is how you should be in real life.

Case-in-point, y'all wanna know who dressed me and packed my bags?

Kyra's wardrobe team.

I go to pack my own bags and pick out a few outfits, only to find out that I have an entirely different luggage set with all new clothes from expensive stores and such. Every outfit is planned out for me already.

They even put makeup on my face before we got here. They said the makeup covers the wrinkles near my eyes and my acne.

And forget about that privacy shit. If we had any plans to get busy on this jet they've been cancelled. We'd have to push the cameramen off the jet mid-flight.

Every piece of our lives is controlled by the public.

So, no. I'm not impressed nor excited. I'm disappointed and depressed. None of this just came for free either. We have to sell our souls for all of this shit.

"Come on, Tripp! Smile, man! We're off to a lovely island in Hawaii! Not a lot of people get to travel there! Act like you're excited at least!" One of the cameramen says, trying to hype me up.

I look over to the camera and give a quick straight-faced look while mouthing the words 'save me'.

The producer and director come behind the cameraman and the director nods, saying "Well, he can keep this attitude up. It stirs things up for the audience. It'll keep them guessing and keep them talking. Continue with your charade, Tripp."

Charade? This whole show is a charade.

You know what? Never mind. Just keep moving.

There's a lot that's going on but the audience wouldn't know it. These folks are too busy making me look like a damn blowup doll.

We finally get on the jet and the producer informs us that they'll be following behind our jet. So, we only have two cameramen flying with us.

We're offered champagne, water, exquisite snacks, and beverages. The attendant shows us around the large space and offers her services to us whenever we need it.

Once I get comfortable in a white, leather seat, here comes Kyra with her phone in hand. She's prepared to take pictures of everything, including me. There's an issue when it comes to her trying to snap pictures with me now.

"Come on, baby love. Smile for me, please. We're on vacation," she says as she settles in my lap and switches to the front-facing camera, impatiently waiting for me to return her smile.

This is no vacation for her. She's still on the clock so that means I'll be miserable again, following her around like a fucking groupie.

I roll my eyes, watching everyone else get their snacks and converse. It's the perfect time for Kyra to bug me about something else.

"You know something? The camera operators are busy doing something right now..." she whispers in my ear and takes her place in my lap. She flips her hair and looks at me with a need for something in her eye.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask while looking back at the game on my phone.

Kyra takes my phone with a swiftness and stands up slowly.

"Follow me to find out," she says as she tucks my phone in her bra and walks off to the bathroom.

I'm looking back and forth, wondering what the hell to do. She got the one thing that'll keep me busy during this flight but I don't feel like getting up either. Hell, I might just go to-

Then again, that phone got tucked into her bra. That could be code for something...something good.

I get up from the seat and go to the bathroom a few minutes after Kyra leaves. The bathroom's tiny as hell but it's spotless with its fall white decorum and pad lock on the door handle.

Kyra locks the door and pushes her back on the door, saying "When I told you it'd be just you and me, I wasn't lying. I want and need you so bad, Tripp."

Each word oozes with lust as the hymn of her laced bra fits between her thumb and index finger. She moves them up and down and I start to get this itch...

This old itch that's been away for a long time.

I get this overdue urge to rip off all the fabric that covers that fit body of hers. My mouth is salivating just studying that caramel skin, feening for a small taste of her flesh.

I'm getting goosebumps as I wait for her to come to me. All she has to do is walk my way and it's on from there.

Her long, manicured fingers move from her small chest, down her torso, and caress her hips before digging into the sides of her laced thong.

I anxiously gulp and rub my hands against my legs.

She's torturing me so bad. It's been way too long since we've had sex. The last time we had sex was when we created Safari seven years ago, if that tells you anything. Maybe a little tease here and there but no actual intercourse.

This could be our moment.

I'm craving her so bad that I grab her by the hips and bring her towards me. I'm making myself comfortable on the covered toilet seat and she makes herself comfortable right on my hardened shaft.

A long-awaited groan is released between the both of us. She starts grinding and gasping slightly, only feeding my urge to give it to her good.

My fingertips move around her slim body, studying every inch of her silky skin. A grin appears on my face because I'm too excited.

Her lips meet mine and we push ourselves into a rough kiss while ripping each other's clothes off.

Game on, baby.

I'm in awe because we're about to fuck in the clouds...literally. We've never done anything like this and it's sexy as fuck. It's out of the norm and nobody's in on this. It's just Kyra and me.

Kyra drops to her knees and uses her hands to play with my hard on. She moves them up and down, massaging it between her palms.

My body tenses up as she uses her tongue to measure the length of it. I want to explode at that feeling alone but my pride is forcing me to hold off until the good part comes.

But this feels so damn good.

Finally, my length engulfs her entire mouth and starts to go towards her throat. After a while, she starts sucking the soul out of my body.

If you pull out and release, you'll be the softest motherfucker I've ever met! Push through, man! Push through!

Kyra's got me sweating bullets and wincing. I'm grunting and biting on my lip, trying to hold back a full load. With every suck, I'm getting closer to releasing the kids that could've been.

As soon as her grip loosens, I release and accidently do that all over her face.

Shit. That wasn't supposed to happen! Now, it's all in her good weave and she's gonna fuss about that. She gonna be pissed. Back to reality, I guess.

I open my eyes to Kyra's eyes being shut and she's laughing instead of hollering at me.

It's great that she finds this funny but it's pretty embarrassing for me because I didn't mean to bust that fast. We haven't even fucked yet.

I'll last longer when I get inside her. We'll just blame it on us not fucking in a long time. Yeah, that's why that happened.

"Calm down, baby love. You're tense. It's okay. This is why we have towels," she says as she chuckles while standing up.

My head falls back against the wall in relief.

This was awesome. My wife sucked me off in a private jet. That's not a good article title but it's a good moment to keep in the memory bank. My eyes only.

While I'm grabbing my clothes, I hear Kyra struggling with the padlock on the door. Soon, she starts jerking at the door and banging on it.

"Baby, we're locked in!"

Ah shit!

****

Well wasn't that a....'fun' ride. lol

Y'all think this will help their relationship? Seems like it was simple enough for Tripp....maybe.

Do y'all think this flight will go bad from here? What would you do in this situation?

Thanks for reading! Until Saturday!