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Apparently she liked the thought of that. I grinned right back at her. I definitely liked the sound of that. We were rich. Filthy fucking rich. Well, maybe not filthy fucking rich, but rich enough that neither one of us would probably have to work for the rest of our lives if we invested properly and stuck to a middle class lifestyle. Plus if the money kept rolling in like it was we could quickly get to filthy fucking rich with some proper investing, and it felt good!
    I settled back in my seat, a nice big comfortable cushion of a monstrosity. Now that I had the money I figured I might as well spring for first class. And it was the nice kind of first-class since this was a bigger jet designed to fly across the country. Not that piddly ass business class stuff on smaller puddle jumpers when you were going on a spring break trip down to Florida or something. No, this was traveling in style.
    There was another interesting thing about sitting in first class. It meant everybody who was getting on the plane walked past us. And I noticed that a lot of guys who were walking past us were giving my wife the eye. Very interesting.
    I tried to ignore it at first, but I felt a stirring down in my cock. I felt an excitement that was similar to what I'd felt earlier in the day when I realized that Winston was checking Lindsay out while in her bikini.
    I looked to my soon-to-be bride and tried to imagine what it would be like as a guy looking at her for the first time. A guy in a crowd who just happened to catch a hot girl, just happened to have his eye drawn towards her as the eye of any red-blooded straight male was wont to do when confronted with an insanely attractive woman.
    And there was no denying that Lindsay was looking insanely attractive as she sat there. She wore a pink tank top that molded perfectly to her body revealing a generous portion of her tits and her cleavage. Below she wore a pair of impossibly tight shorts that went up to her thighs revealing a generous portion of her tanned legs. The weather was just a little chilly for that sort of thing here, but she'd been adamant about dressing for the weather where we were going to be and it was going to be pretty fucking warm out on the islands. I licked my lips as I looked at her, and I saw her almost every day!
    I could only imagine the sort of thoughts that would be running through a man's head seeing her for the first time. Damn was she hot. She was easily the hottest girl on the plane, and that was saying something since there seemed to be a lot of younger people hopping on for a vacation on the islands.
    My cock was rock hard and throbbing. Thankfully the first-class seats we had were only two in a row so it was just me and Lindsay and nobody else to see my hard predicament.
    I readjusted myself. It was going to be a very uncomfortable flight that had the potential to run into the double digits in terms of hours in the air if I was sitting here with a rock hard cock the entire time. And yet as I watched men looking at her, as I saw the obvious hunger in their eyes even if it was a brief up and down, I couldn't help myself.
    I was so fucking rock hard thinking about them thinking about her. Fantasizing about what it would be like to be on top of my bride. Hell, I was fantasizing about my bride being so naughty that she would let one of those guys climb on top of her, whether it was one of the muscled blonde surfer dude types or an older guy who was obviously going on a vacation with the wife and kids. It didn't matter who it was or what he looked like, their looks were enough to fuel my fantasy. Thinking about what they were thinking about my future wife was enough to make me painfully aroused.
    Lindsay looked over to me and cocked an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
    Now how the hell did a guy answer that question? I could just imagine it now. "Oh no honey, nothing's wrong at all. I'm just fantasizing about all the guys who are checking you out and imagining them fucking you