My story so far: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had entered into conversation with my seated partner Julie.
Chaperoning her much younger sister Sara, elsewhere in the plane, Julie was not so interested in the sport but more in getting time away from her errant husband, and intent upon visiting a previous lover on an adjoining island. Meantime Sara, although making it obvious she was interested in me, had hitched up with a married couple and I had taken her attractive married sister to dinner on our first night in the hope that things might develop sexually between us. Our conversation over the delightful meal in romantic surroundings had, after two bottles of Californian Chablis, descended to a sexual level. We both agreed that we should have sex, but at a later stage when Julie had come to terms with her marital morals.
We were sharing the same hotel and had arranged to meet by the pool for breakfast, but in the middle of the night, the telephone beside my bed rang softly, the highly erotic conversations with Julie had kept me from sleeping deeply. I had tried masturbating without success, with my new married friend I wanted the real thing. It was about to happen much sooner than either of us had planned.
3. Sex for Two
Hibiscus Beach Club, Barbados 2:55 a.m. (GMT-4)
"Mmm?" I had muttered sleepily into the mouthpiece.
Of course it was Julie.
"It's me."
"Hello, Julie, what's up?"
At her next words I sat bolt upright, my head clearing instantly, my cock saying 'Yes!'
"Tom, I can't sleep."
I laughed softly, "Nor me, I wonder why?"
I heard her sigh softly into the phone, "I want to talk, Tom."
I switched on the bedside light, looked again at the time, and frowned, "Go on then, I am a good listener."
"No, I meant face to face. I've just come off the phone to my husband."
Instantly awake, I leapt out of bed, searching for something to wear.
*
Fifteen minutes earlier, Ashford, West London 6:40 a.m. (GMT)
The middle-aged man sat at the kitchen table wearing only a bath towel around his oversized waist. Fresh and pink from the shower, he hadn't yet dressed. His female lover, ten years his junior and easily half his weight toiled at the stove, frying two organic eggs.
After showering with James, the young Indian woman had thrown on a tee shirt, which barely covered her bottom. Even though he and Aleysha had recently been naked together and made frantic love up against the shower wall, the sight was erotic enough to create a minor stir beneath the pink towel. With the thought that he had never fucked a woman up against a stove he had started to rise from his seat, when his mobile phone vibrated on the table.
"Hello?" he mumbled, his mouth full of cereal.
"Hi darling, it's me."
The cheery voice caused James to splutter and he took a quick gulp of his lukewarm tea.
"You there darling?"
"Sorry. Yes, I'm here, you caught me by surprise, it must be the middle of the night where you are. Have you been partying or something?"
"No, I couldn't sleep."
"Why ever not? You always said you sleep better on your own these days, what with me snoring and things. You are on your own aren't you?"
"Yes James, and that is why I am phoning."
Aleysha questioned him with her eyes, and he put a finger to his lips. She scooped the eggs onto a plate and sat down beside him, resting one hand on his naked thigh while she forked at her own egg with the other, bursting the yolk.
"Julie," he mouthed to her. She nodded with a broad grin and reached into his groin. He was still semi hard following their recent knee trembler.
"What is it you want to talk about?" he said to his wife, trying to ignore the warm hand caressing his rapidly stiffening cock. That second pink pill was still working!
A 777 thundered by overhead, wheels down, descending into nearby Heathrow. He didn't hear her reply. "Sorry, what did you say? You said something about sleep?"
Despite the distance, he heard her sigh, "I said I have met someone and I want to sleep with him."
Totally shocked, he pushed his plate away and shook his head, "Sorry, I don't understand."
"I know you are not at your best this time of the day, James, but you can't possibly be that thick. Let me put it in plain masculine jargon that you might understand. On the plane I met someone who fancies me and I have the hots for him too, and I am going to let him fuck my brains out. Got that?"
James' mouth suddenly dry, he took another gulp of the tea, "Shit, you can't do this, Julie, we are supposed to be married."
"Oh yes, I do seem to remember something like that. As you say, supposed to be. So how do you account for your affair with your black-haired PA then, you fucking creep?"
James was shocked into silence, not so much as by her revelation but the 'f' word he had never heard her use before. Aleysha had picked up the gist of the conversation and, removing her hand from his suddenly wilting cock, stroked his arm lovingly.
"So, is she with you now, James? Did you fuck her last night as soon as I was out of sight? Just like the first time when I wasn't around?"
"That was just a one-off." He didn't dare say it didn't mean anything. "And no," he lied. "She's not here, I am just getting ready for work."
James removed the phone from his ear at her furious reply, "You're a fucking lying shit! I have known about you two for a long time."
"You always had a strong imagination, Julie, you couldn't be further from the truth, I just got out of the shower." Omitting the fact that fact that it was not in his own bathroom.
"Oh yes, and since when did we live on a flight path? I know where she lives, you lying cunt."
James composed himself, shocked by her language, "There's no need to talk like that. Why are you telling me this, if you are going to sleep with this guy anyway?"
"Because you are having your fun on the side, now I want mine, and I wanted you to know it and to acknowledge it."
He breathed deeply as Aleysha passed him a refill of tea, "Okay, you've told me, now what?"