This story happened in February of 2008. I'm still a little creeped out by it, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I guess that's what happens when you think with the wrong head.
Anyway, I had just finished a month long business trip to Germany and was flying home. Unfortunately, I didn't have a direct flight and had to make a stop in Atlanta before flying home. Everything went smoothly until we landed there. I made it to my connecting gate with know problem and we boarded the plane on time, but soon after finding my seat, the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker and informed us that we would be delayed due to some mechanical problems. He said it would only be 30 to 45 minutes, so there was no need to unload the plane.
I settled back in my seat and closed my eyes, trying to get some sleep, but the rather large man sitting next to me kept elbowing me as he adjusted himself in the seat that was way too small. Even though sleep didn't come, I did start to daydream. As I mentioned, I had been away from home and my beautiful bride Lissy for a month. This meant a whole four weeks without sex! I had talked to her right after we landed in Atlanta and she had told me in great detail about what she wanted to do to me and what she was expecting me to do to her when I got home. The combination of that conversation and my daydream made my cock extremely hard and I wished with all my might that I could get home fast.
I guess I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I had awakened with a start as the pilot came back on the intercom. He informed us that the mechanical problem was worse than expected. We would have to get off the plane and wait for another. There was a collective moan from the passengers as we all grabbed our carry-on bags and prepared to exit. After moving to the new gate they provided us, I called Lissy to let her know of the change in plans.
After another hour or so, the second plane arrived at the gate and we repeated the drill from the first. By this time, it was really late, especially for me and my jetlag, and all I wanted to do was to get home. Unfortunately, the travel gods had other ideas. It seemed that bad weather had moved in and all flights were being held. Another hour went by and we were informed that all flights were canceled until the following morning. We could either stay at the airport or the airline would put us up for the night in a hotel.
Again I called Lissy and gave her the bad news. I was prepared to spend the night in the hotel until she reminded me that her parents lived just outside Atlanta (something I was well aware of but was too tired to remember) and said that they'd be more than happy to put me up for the night. I hung up with her and called them to confirm it was all right. The next thing I knew, I was in a taxi headed to my in-law's house.
I arrived there in about 40 minutes and was warmly welcomed with a hot meal. I thanked them for everything and excused myself to take a hot shower and turn in for the night. I was beyond exhausted.
I lay in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling and wishing I was at home. I yearned to have Lissy laying beside me, or better yet have her soft lips wrapped around my cock, or better still have my cock buried deep inside her tight pussy. I was so hard just thinking about it that I considered jerking off.
Just as I was dozing off, I heard a soft knock at the door. Before I could say anything or get out of bed, the door slowly opened and someone came in. I couldn't make out who it was because of the darkness. The person moved to the side of the bed where I was laying and I could see it was my mother-in-law.
"Are you awake?" she asked in a whisper.
"Just dozing," I replied, a little shocked at her presence. "Do you need something?"
