Flight 103
I'd been in the reception area more than an hour awaiting the arrival of my sister Paula's flight, something about a delay where at her last plane change. For entertainment I watched the variety of people trudge through the airport, we're an odd lot we human beings. Every shape, size, color, and culture having its own distinctions. There were the businesspeople who were, well shall we say, all business. They were going from point A to point B or home, no stopping or slowing down, they remained focused having done this routine dozen if not hundreds of times.
I thought about my earlier days when I flew for corporate as a service tech covering a ten-state swath that stretched from Texas to Minnesota. I left every Sunday evening or Monday morning depending on when I had to meet with the local contractor. There were weeks when I might be in Kansas City for three or four days and then onto Minneapolis before catching a flight home late afternoon Friday. The usual was two or three cities in five days, I was a member of the million-mile club and had logged over four hundred thousand miles the last year I worked for corporate.
I made a boat load of money in the six years I'd worked for them and had so many fly writes I was giving them to family or friends from time to time before they expired. All that money was for naught in the long run, I told myself I was doing it so Rhonda and I could buy our first home and start a family, she didn't see it quite the same. In the beginning we shared the same vision and aspirations, but as time went by my absence was the impetus for our eventual divorce. By the fourth year working as a field tech she'd found a boyfriend, I suspected at first but had no proof.
That ended on a Thursday night when I wasn't supposed to be home until Friday afternoon. Pulling into the apartment parking lot I noticed a car in my designated spot, I didn't think much of it at first, I was sure people knew I was gone most weeks and would park in my spot when I was away. I looked up at my apartment thinking there would be no lights on, seeing our bedroom lit up on made me suspicious, ten minutes later my suspicions would come true.
With just the microwave night light on I could see skimpy underwear strewn down the hall, underwear she'd never worn when I was around. Just before our bedroom door there lay a pair of men's underwear, boxer briefs, I wore regular briefs so I knew they weren't mine. The door was open, I'm sure it wasn't for my benefit, but it quickly became my benefit as I turned on the video of my phone, what I saw and heard brought tears to my eyes.
"Fuck it Brian, fuck it hard, fill my ass with cum. Cum in my ass."
Yes, we had done anal but never like this. With me she was always timid and talked about how uncomfortable it was, not wanting to purposely hurt the one I loved I seldom asked for it. Yet here she was begging someone I didn't know to ream her ass and fill it with his load. From what I could see he wasn't as big as me so it wasn't a matter of size or exuberance, I deducted it was a matter of presence. He was present to fuck her, I was out making money. As I closed the bedroom door hard and walked down the hall I could hear her shriek.
"Oh my God Darryl's home early. Off, get off. Oh fuck."
I thought to myself, "yup, that's what he did" as I kept on walking. In an effort to save our marriage I agreed to counseling, I even offered to quit my job and find another closer to home but by then it was too late. There was no attempt at reconciliation, her job paid almost as much as mine did, we agreed on no maintenance, split the savings we had and went our separate ways walking away from what we once thought was forever. I blamed her as much as I blamed myself, although I wasn't sure why I felt guilty about any of it. In the end it didn't matter, our marriage was kaputz and nothing was going to revive it.
With my marriage down the toilet of life I threw myself into my work all the more, I also began entertaining some of the blatant attempts at getting me into bed when I was on the road. I had foregone such activity before, there was no reason to do so any longer, and I didn't care if they were married or not. As with most businesspeople who fly all the time you try to keep all your flights with one airline, mine was the Delta hub out of Minneapolis. The more you fly the more you run into the same cabin crews, one of those I'd gotten to know well had an older lady who it seemed was always serving in first class.
Not that I booked first class, but when you're a platinum card holder you get any upgrades available at no additional cost, if there was a first-class seat open I would get it. She had an odd name, Sinead, she told me it was Irish, I'm not sure if it was or not. We had flown together enough times that she started calling me by my first name and me addressing her the same way. On a lazy nearly empty flight to Oklahoma City she sat next to me for a chat, I had taken my ring off and she noticed.
"Looking at my hand she asked, "Trouble in paradise Darryl? I haven't seen your wedding band on for some time."
Finishing the last of my apple juice I gazed at her, "Matter of fact there is no paradise any longer. Seems absence made the heart grow fonder as they say, but for someone else. I returned a day earlier than usual and found my wife with another man's penis buried in her butt."
She winced, "Ouch."
"No, I don't think so, she seemed to be enjoying it enough that she begged him to, as she put it, "cum in my ass", unquote. Please pardon my crassness, it still sticks in my craw. I offered to find a job that didn't require as much travel, by then it was too late, so, here I am back in the air more than ever."
She gave me a devious grin, "I suppose you're painting the town red now that your foot loose and fancy free again."
I shrugged, "Truth be told, I haven't been with a woman in any capacity since the day I caught her cheating."
Just then the guy across the aisle asked for another wine, Sinead and I didn't talk anymore during the rest of the flight. With first class exiting first I was surprised when she shook my hand, she had never done that before, I was a few steps away before I realized she'd put a piece of paper in my palm. As I glanced down I noticed it was folded, I chose to wait until I was in my rental car before fishing it out of my coat pocket. The message was simple.
"Meet me in the lobby of the Holiday Express at six, you can take me to dinner. How dinner goes will determine how the rest of the evening goes."
I was sure I'd seen a ring on her hand, I found it unnerving to think she might cheat, then figured what the hell, I can at least have a good meal with pleasant company. I looked around the lobby and didn't see her, thinking she had second thoughts I was about to turn and go when I heard the elevator ding. Turning to look I was pleasantly surprised, Sinead was wearing a light blue dress with a flowing skirt that ended three to four inches above the knee. Sporting short heels with seamed flesh-colored stockings made me wonder if they were stay ups or if she was wearing a garter belt, it didn't matter, either way my dick was beginning to thicken.
I walked to her handing her a one carnation corsage I picked up at the lobby florist, she looked at me and smiled, "You need to pin it on my left side."
When I finished she hooked her arm through mine and quipped, "I like you!" in a flirty sort of way. While talking after the meal I noticed she wasn't wearing a ring any longer, when I asked about it she laughed.
