. 03

Chapter Three

Monday morning came all too quick. We had one day to check over everything we needed, pack our bags, and then hit the store for anything we didn't have. It was made even shorter as Ms. Laura stopped in Sunday to take Emily clothes shopping for the trip.

I tried to travel as light as possible, but there were dozens of last-second additions. I barely managed to fit it all into a rucksack and a smaller backpack for a carry-on. Emily, in her infinite grace, was able to take twice as much, but in just one roller suitcase.

At four a.m., it was still dark, save for the amber light of a single lamp. I sat in the front room, my feet kicked up on one of our bags, waiting. Emily was fixing herself up in the bedroom.

The last time I headed overseas was on deployment. It was lucky I still had my passport from an aborted trip a few years ago.

From my chair, I thought about what was in store for me. I would be with two beautiful women for ten days. Leashes, collars, and a few other toys were in one of our bags. If I didn't figure they saw it all the time, I'd be more worried about going through security.

Emily strolled in.

"You ready to go?" she asked me sarcastically.

She looked amazing, as always. Her makeup was fresh, and her hair was done up. She wore a white floral-patterned sundress. She was well aware of their power over me and wasn't afraid to flaunt it.

Emily made a quick spin, "Do I look like a Parisian?"

I nodded silently, captivated by her beauty, but dug up enough self-respect to say something snarky, "You look like we're going to be late."

She looked at the clock above the mantle, "We have like ten minutes?"

I smirked, "That's not enough time for me to do what I want to do to you."

"Oh!" she nodded, catching my meaning, "We still wouldn't have to be late. I'm served to go."

Emily lifted her flowing skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing panties.

I walked closer to her, grabbing her by her shoulders.

"Looks like we might be joining the mile-high club," I said.

I ran my hands over her dress. The fabric was extremely light. It was only by a miracle it was even opaque. I felt down the small of her back and then over her round, firm ass. I could pull her cheeks apart through the material.

Returning my attention to her face, I kissed her. She was so sweet and loving. It was the perfect disguise for her kinky edge.

I pulled myself away, resisting the urge to start something I didn't have time to finish, "Ms. Laura will be here soon with the taxi. We should probably get outside."

The two of us sat on our porch in the crisp early morning air. I held Emily's hand and felt the ring I put on it. I could hardly believe I was going to marry this woman. Our future seemed so bright. We both wanted kids and to come home to a house filled with wholesome love.

It seemed so possible, but at times, it was hard to reconcile with the other aspects of our relationship. When we did have those kids, we would have to leave Ms. Laura out of the stories we tell them.

As the sun's rays peaked over the horizon, we saw a black van pull up. It was marked with the airport shuttle service logo. A man got out and waved to us.

"I'll take your bags, Sir, Ma'am," he said, walking up to our house.

I let him take Emily's but carried my own. When I got to the vehicle, I saw Ms. Laura sitting in the middle row. Emily climbed in next to her while I offloaded in the trunk.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" Ms. Laura said, giving Emily a warm hug.

"Good morning, Aunt Laura. Thank you again for taking us on this trip. I've been buzzing about it all weekend. I could hardly sleep," Emily gushed. "You look wonderful!"

When I returned to find my seat, I caught sight of our faux aunt. She was dressed conservatively in a black knee-length skirt and a silky white blouse. Her hair was done and cut to shoulder length. The streaks of silver I noticed on Saturday were gone.

The middle seat only sat two, so I crawled into the back. As I did, Ms. Laura shot me a winner's smile, like she was lauding possession of something valuable over me. That thing was Emily. She sat next to the mischievous woman while I was separated by the upholstered wall that was the back of their seat.

"Good morning, Johnny," she chimed.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment that I couldn't sit next to my fiancée.

I swallowed it, "Good morning, ma'am."

"We didn't get to talk much when I saw you earlier," Ms. Laura looked at me appraisingly, "How have you been? How was school? I see you have been keeping up with your workout."

"Good," I replied genuinely, "I just finished my last set of classes. I should be able to graduate next semester."

"Yeah, I'll be the semester after that," Emily weighed in.

"That's great news. I knew there were brains behind those pretty faces of yours," Ms. Laura brushed Emily's cheek, "Did you guys bring everything I asked?"

"Yes, Aunt Laura," Emily replied childlike.

The old cover was resurrected in front of the cabby. I can't believe I fell for it all those years ago. The two of them had a slight resemblance, only in that they were two beautiful blonde women. But could I have been so naïve as to think she would have invited her niece over while having a sex romp with a much younger man? It was Emily's beauty that clouded my judgment. How could something so innocent and pure be involved in that?

Emily's eyes were so bright and her smile so wide I couldn't help but put her on a pedestal. Seeing her sitting beside that older woman who I knew would corrupt her further was a shock now.

The rest of the ride to the airport was spent catching up. Ms. Laura regaled us with more stories from her surgery and recovery. We learned she wasn't out of the woods yet and had a small pharmacy in one of her bags.

I watched Ms. Laura throw her arm over the seat near the end of the ride. She made no eye contact with me or even broke her conversation with Emily. I would have thought nothing of it if it hadn't swung down low. Her fingertips grazed my knee. She wiped something moist against my skin. It only took a few seconds for me to realize what it was, Emily's juices.

My heart rate quickened as warring urges battled it out. At first, I was turned on. I squirmed in my seat to give my cock room to grow. But my stomach churned as the contact persisted, and I thought harder about what had just happened. This person had just violated my soon-to-be wife. My arousal sunk into humiliation. What had she done, and so brazenly. The taunt, meant only to tease, felt like an insult.

I bit hard, ready to say something harsh, but then Emily's head turned, and I saw her bright smile. I remembered her coming out of the box that Christmas morning. She was given to me by that woman. I remembered Ms. Laura's body and the way it looked dripping wet from the shower the night she took my virginity. My anger hit a wall, and the feeling was quickly drowned in an addict's desire. I huffed, bristling with mixed emotions and self-hatred.

We pulled up at our terminal, and the cabby helped us unload the vehicle. I threw my ruck on my back and my smaller bag across my front. At first, I instinctually grabbed Emily's roller, but she snatched it from me while Ms. Laura casually walked empty-handed into the sliding doors.

The bag left on the ground was her's. I recognized it from all those years ago when we met at the airport for the first time. I was a young, naïve virgin back then, happy to serve this mysterious, sexy, and powerful dominatrix. My stomach turned again as I grabbed the bag. Now, it seemed different.

Emily strolled into the terminal in her white dress. The thought of a stain from their little game in the seat sullying that immaculate white sent another pang of rage up my spine. I needed to say something. But I hardly had time to in the crowded terminal. People were everywhere, and the subject matter didn't seem appropriate for a place that was so public. I held my peace for now.

The roller-coaster of emotion exhausted me. When my heartbeat began to slow once again, I examined the emotions. What was I doing?

Once I dropped the checked bags, I calmed down a little. I was on vacation, and even if I was as uncomfortable with the situation as I was, I was confident that the two people I was with would understand. I was in love with Emily, and she was in love with me. Ms. Laura was a very close friend who undoubtedly cared about me.

As we continued through the airport, Emily took my hand. Feeling her soft skin and the contrasting rough edge of the diamond she wore calmed me down even more.

Coming to the gate, we found some empty seats and sat down. The worst part of traveling was over, and we could finally relax. The plane we were flying on was parked right outside our window.

"That thing is huge," Emily said looking at it, "I don't think I've ever flown on something so big."

"I did, going to Afghanistan," I said, remembering my one and only overseas trip, "I bet that thing is a lot more comfortable."

"Maybe not if we flew economy," Ms. Laura laughed.

We weren't flying first class, but business was still a considerable upgrade. When we finally boarded, we found our seats were in three rows of three with two aisles. Our row had plenty of legroom and could recline, which would make the difference on a nine-hour flight.

We were all seated together. I let Emily take the window and Ms. Laura insisted on the aisle. After take-off, it was obvious why. She left for a few trips to the bathroom. In the meantime, Emily and I watched the clouds pass through the tiny window.

"I can't believe we are actually doing this," she said contentedly.

I smiled, pressing my cheek against hers, "I can't believe I'm going with you."

Emily's contentedness was contagious. I was going on a dream vacation with my dream girl and had all but forgotten about my earlier misgivings. I could talk to them when we landed and were in a more private setting.

I gripped my soon-to-be wife's hand.

"You're so humble," she cooed sleepily, "You are a catch, Johnny. Don't you forget that?"

I smiled at her before making eye contact with a passing stewardess.

"Ma'am, can we get some blankets?" I asked politely.

She nodded and left, returning with the items quickly. The blankets and pillows came in plastic wrap, and we tore into them. Shortly thereafter, Emily and I reclined our seats and closed our eyes.