Part 2... Please enjoy.
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After our quickie in the bathroom, Tyler and I proceeded to our gate to await preboard. Finding gate 18 with a sign showing 'Toronto', I realized in less than 4 hours, Tyler would be pumping another million, or so, sperm into my womb, on its' mission to fertilize an egg. Staying at the St. Regis in Toronto, I cautiously looked forward to our intimate time, alone. Noticing a couple small stains on my pantyhose, I made sure the slit in my dress wasn't prominent.
Since the flight was almost 2 hours, I decided to call the St. Regis hotel, where my son and I would be staying, to confirm our suite.
"The reservation has been confirmed, but unfortunately, we could not secure you a suite, Mrs. Cole," the employee informed me. "Due to the convention, we are at full capacity so we inadvertently double-booked. We are complimenting you a different room. Please forgive us for the inconvenience."
Disappointed, yet understanding, I ended the call.
"Honey," I began, looking over at Tyler. "We have been downgraded to a smaller room, since the hotel is full this weekend."
"As long as I'm fucking you into a coma, I don't care." Sitting there stonefaced, he looked at the other planes outside.
Putting my hand on the back of his neck, I slowly started raking my nails, seductively, up and down. Staring at him, I reinforced his last statement. "You'll be fucking me for the better part of 12 days, honey. I want these next two weeks to, hopefully, rekindle what we have."
As Tyler stared at the only photo I had taken of him, our girls, and myself together, I snuggled up closer to him.
"I remember how happy you were when we had that photo done," I reminded him. "I was happy Roger was away, so we could accomplish that."
Him still bring silent, I continued. "The laughter you gave the girls, then after putting them down for the night, the intimacy you and I shared. I want that again, honey. I know you want it to."
"Then fuckin' divorce him." The curt, harsh tone, symbolizing the hatred he now has for me.
Exasperated, I kept reiterating. "I don't want you living with your father, Tyler. You and I had a plan. Yes, I know we were suppose to sell our house, and move, but then we conceived Gracie. THAT changed everything. I soon began getting bombarded at the office wondering who my 'secret' boyfriend was."
Indifferent, Tyler simply responded, "So what?"
"Really? You don't care that I was trying to keep US from being found out. I was never ashamed of us, sweetie. I feared losing us. That's why I, ultimately, married Roger," My voice, barely above a whisper.
"Flight 2156, to Toronto, Ontario, will begin preboard in 10 minutes."
The announcement that our flight was about to commence, I wanted to make one thing clear to my son. "I've already told Roger, not asked, I wanted you to move in with us. We have a small cottage in back that you and I can use. Yes, it might be difficult, but we will make it work."
Seeing him sit up, I added, "That puts you around our daughters, and you can restart your own schooling."
Trying to lighten the mood, I quipped, "You did promise me a ranch in Wyoming so no one would ever know about us. Baby, I lo..."
Slamming him fist against the chair next to us, he again stopped me. "Don't fucking say you love me!"
Garnering unwarranted attention, a few heads turned. Embarrassed, I chose to remain silent.
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Settling in our assigned seating, there were 2 seats, not like the cramped 3-seat configuration behind the curtain a few rows back. After Tyler put what i asked him to put in the overhead, I reached for his hand. Running my nails delicately over his, I was hoping he'd look my direction. For a couple minutes, I ran my fingers up and down his arm. Hearing my phone buzz, i took it out.
Knowing I had a few minutes before we left the gate, I texted my husband, my mother-in-law, and Shelly, separately. Confirming our imminent departure, I put my phone away.
"Mrs. Cole, Mr. James; Thank you flying with us today. I'm Jen. May I start you off with a beverage?" As our flight attendant introduced herself, Tyler perked up.
"Yea give me a Bud," he ordered, "She'll have a glass of your Pinot Noir." Knowing my favorite alcoholic beverage, I could only smile.
"Thank yo..." I tried saying, only to be interrupted, again.
"Shut.....up......" Gripping my hand, he quietly, but forcefully said. "The next time I want to hear your annoying fucking voice, is when my cock is balls deep in you. Got it!" the venom, pouring out of him.
Nodding, he pushed my hand away from his. "Now, leave me the fuck alone."
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For the duration of the 1:49 minute flight, Tyler had his earbuds in his ear, enjoying music, as he had his hand under the trenchcoat I placed over my waist.
With my nylons down at my hips, a periodic touching of my vulva, sent a jolt in me. As my hand rested on his, I tried watching a show on the inflight entertainment center.
During a bit of minor turbulence, his finger went between my folds. "Ohhhhh," I silently moaned, clutching Tyler's hand. Garneting his attention, he removed one of his earbuds.
"Sor..Sorry," I said, releasing my grip on his hand. As I looked away shamefully, he spoke.
"Mom," his voice hardened, his hand removed from under my trenchcoat. "I'm ordering us another beverage."
Nodding my head, I quietly said, "Yes honey, thank you."
Ordering our drinks, he returned to his music. Deftly returning my nylons over my waist, I smoothed down my dress and tried to enjoyed the remainder of our flight.
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Hearing the landing gear touchdown, we arrived at Pearson International Airport in Toronto.
"Honey, we landed," I said seeing Tyler's eyes closed. Gathering our belongings, we filtered out into the airport. Finding out where baggage claim was, we made our way.
"Did you bring the dresswear I told you to bring," he said bluntly.
"Its' in the blue bag you're carrying sweetie, I had it pre..."
"I just asked if you brought it, mom, I don't need a fucking dialogue," he retorted, continuing to cut me off.
After clearing customs, we proceeded on with the business at hand. As we were walking through the airport, the gazes we would receive, were what I expected. As I was dressed professionally, Tyler, was not. He had a simple Virginia Cavaliers sweater, jeans with holes in various spots, and his sneakers. Since he has lived with his father since I married Roger, he doesn't care how he dresses anymore. Tyler always did everything for me, to make me happy.
Now, it's purely about sex for him. Nothing more, nothing else. I can see what marijuana has done to him. When I voiced my concerns after learning of his usage, he told me to 'mind my own fucking business' and that 'I chose my path'. When I pressed him, he ended up backhanding me. This happened the first time I had seen him since my wedding, a few months earlier. Right after that, we had sex for the 1st time since that same time period.
Reaching the baggage claim, we got our bags and proceeded to the shuttle area, where we caught our ride to the hotel.
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As our shuttle pulled up to the hotel entrance, dozens and dozens of people were arriving as well. Limosuines, taxis, were lined up, providing a view of things to come. Since it was Sunday, 4:30 pm, the majority were conference attendees, all checking in. As we waited in line to check in, I was holding my son's arm. Snuggled close up to him, I marveled at the beauty of the lobby.
"Isn't it beautiful, honey?" I began. "No wonder they chose to host the conference here," I remarked.
"And I care why?" Tyler impolitely quipped. "I'm not here for your conference. Let's just get to our room. I want those legs of yours, up." Saying it a little to loudly, we received a couple glances from others.
Not at all surprised by his voracity, I was still bothered by how he, now, speaks to me. But, also knowing of his temper, I responded accordingly. "I know honey, just a few more minutes.
"Next!" Alerted by the hotel clerk, Tyler and I proceeded to the counter. Handing over our ID and passports, The lady began work on her computer. "Mrs. Cole, Mr. James, welcome to St. Regis hotel. We serve Continental breakfast, every morning from 6-10 am downstairs."
Sliding us the key to our room, Tyler asks, "They have room service here, right? We wont be leaving our room much."
Astonished, the embarrassment appeared. Looking at the desk worker, I could sense uncomfortability in her demeanor.
"Yes sir, room service is 24 hours," she said.
"Good," Tyler remarked. "We have business to take care of." Seeing the concierge with our luggage on his cart, he led us up to our room.
"DING!"
Arriving at the 4th floor. the concierge led us to our room, 401. Being the first room right off the elevator, It is situated to the left of the elevators, looking down the hallway. Taking our key and opening the door, the concierge pushed his cart in our room. Removing our luggage off the cart and placing it on the floor, I then tip him. Leaving, he closes our door.
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Standing just inside the door, a giant king-sized bed stood out. With lamps on either sidetable, the elegance of this simple room was keen. With the drapes open, the skyline, overlooking, a giant lake, provided us with a beautiful scenery, filled with trees and a huge park. A walk-in shower that was glamorous, showcased a cascading waterfall from the spout above. The only major issue I had was the little spacing at the bottom of our door. Able to see light in the hallway, I also knew fellow guests would be receiving a show, as well.
As I was beginning to remove my trench coat and put my purse on the table by the bathroom. Tyler pushed me against the wall.
Immediately lifting my left leg, I was caught off-guard by his suddenness. "Tyler!" I clamored, his hands pushing my dress over my waist.
"Baby, please! We just got here," helpless with his body fastening me against the wall. Tugging at my pantyhose, I knew this was a futile attempt to at least temporarily quell his animalistic desires.
