There is nothing like a few complimentary drinks on a long-haul flight to turn total strangers into highly competitive bedroom braggarts.
Midway across the Atlantic, a Frenchman, a Russian, and an American found themselves loosening up and swapping intimate details about their love lives.
“Last night, I m*de love to my wife four times,” the Frenchman boasted proudly, swirling his wine. “And this morning, she greeted me with delicious, gourmet crepes, professing her undying love for me.”
“Da, that is cute,” the Russian smirked, knocking back a shot of vodka. “But I completely topped that. Six times last night! And this morning, my wife served me a magnificent caviar omelette, declaring her eternal devotion.”
Amused and curious, they both turned to the American, who had been sitting quietly, sipping his bourbon. “And what about you, my friend?” they asked.
“Once,” the American shrugged.
“Only once?!” the Frenchman scoffed in utter disbelief. “And what did she have to say to you this morning after that?”
The American took a slow sip of his drink and smiled.
“She said, ‘Don’t stop.'”
