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As usual in these days of colored alerts and increased security, my trip to the
gate at he airport was harrowing, but once I got there things rapidly got
better. I’m an attorney for a large law firm, and when we travel, we always
go first class, and the airline always treats us well. We do a lot of business
with them, so everyone, but especially the female travelers like myself, are
VIP’s. I was ushered into a lounge to wait for my 777 to arrive, and a handsome
young man gave me a Perrier, he daily paper, and asked if there would be
anything else. I told him no, and settled into the leather arm chair.

I guess that I should mention that I am one of the female travelers for the
firm. My name is Bridget O’Connell, and I look like that should be my name,
that is, very Irish. I have red hair, fair skin, and lots of freckles. Most
men seem to thing that I’m attractive. I’m fairly slim, though my ass and tits
might be a little too big for the fashion designers. No one else seems to
complain, though. I’m married to another attorney, and we have a 16 year old
daughter. I’m 37, by the way.

While I was waiting I noticed that the lounge was getting sort of full, so I
guess that I could look forward to a full flight today. I also noticed a
distinguished looking gentleman sitting across from me, and when our eyes met,
he nodded hello. I did the same, and then went back to my newspaper.

Finally, the flight was called, and as is usual, the first class passengers
could board last if they wanted to. I wanted to, and as I entered the airplane
I found myself walking next to the man I had nodded to in the lounge. We
exchanged smiles, and then said “hello” to each other as we noticed that our
seats were adjoining. Our flight was a late night departure, since we were
going from the west coast to the east coast, and would take us all night. I
planned on having a drink, a little dinner, and as much sleep as I could get,
but I thought that perhaps I could have a conversation with my seat mate to
while away some of the hours. I didn’t have to do any work tomorrow until late
in the day, as was usual on these trips, to allow me to acclimate to the time
change.

As we taxied for takeoff I told him my name, and he told me his, which was Mike
Logan. He was the owner of a software company in silicon valley, and was on his
way to visit friends in the east. I told him that I was married, and he told me
that he wasn’t, though he thoroughly enjoyed the company of married woman. I
wondered what he meant by that, but didn’t give it too much thought.

I liked to dress well for travel, and tonight I was wearing a dark blue Hugo
Boss suit, with a fairly short skirt, a white blouse, and dark blue high heels.
Under it all I was wearing thigh high nylons, and a sexy bra and panty set that
my husband bought me for the trip.
After a drink I settled in and leaned my seat back, but I didn’t realize how far
back it would go, and found myself almost horizontal, and much to my
embarrassment, my skirt had ridden up almost to my panties, showing bare skin at
the top of my nylons. Mike smiled, but then he reached into the overhead
compartment and got out a blanket, which he arranged carefully over my exposed
legs. I thought he might have taken a little too much time to get me covered,
but I guess I couldn’t blame him. I apologized for the trouble, but he just
smiled, and said that it was his pleasure, and he hoped, mine as well, to show
off such “lovely legs” . I guess I did feel a little pleasure.

As the flight went on our conversation turned to his comment about liking the
company of married women. I asked him what he meant.

“Well, in general, he said, married women tend to be more mature and easier to
talk to, and to be really honest, I love to have sex with other men’s wives.
It gives me and them a real thrill.”

I felt my skin flush when he said this. I suppose that there was a sexual
tension between us, but his comments brought it out in the open. What he did
next increased the level of the tension. He had reclined his seat next to mine,
and he reached under the blanket, and lightly ran his hand along my thigh until
he came to the top of my nylons, then fondled the bare skin. I was even more
surprised when I didn’t stop him, or even say anything about it. I just reveled
in the feeling of a man’s hand on my skin.

He talked more about wives who cheated, and how much he loved to fuck them, and
his voice was almost hypnotic. Between his talking about sex, and his hand on
my leg, I was getting very excited, and the level went up further when his
fingers reached my panties and started to massage my clit.

He had a blanket over his lap too, and the cabin was dark, so no one could see
what we were doing. I decided to reciprocate, and I put my hand under his
blanket and reached his very substantial cock, which hardened under my touch.

We had reached a point in our relationship that I was familiar with as an
attorney. We both wanted something, an orgasm, but now we had to negotiate how
we would achieve that goal. I was willing to let Mike manipulate me until I
came in my seat, and I would do the same for him, but he was not satisfied with
this.

“Please”, I said” let me cum. “I’ll do the same for you”

“No, we won’t do it this way, we’ll be in a bed, and we will do it the way it’s
meant to be done. I’ll put my cock in your cunt and fuck you senseless”

I told him that I couldn’t do that, that I was married, but he pointed out that
my husband was a long way away, and that anyway, lots of wives fucked other men.
I countered with the offer of oral sex, i.e., I would give him a blow job,
either in the seat, or in the lavatory in the plane.

He pointed out that it would be difficult for him to reciprocate with an equal
offer, unless we would go to other quarters. I said that if we went to a place
with more privacy, I would not be able to resist his charms, and that as a
married woman, I was unwilling to do that. As I said that, I held up my left
hand and showed him my wedding rings. He pointed out that that very same hand
had recently been massaging is cock, for which I had no answer.

Our negotiations for sexual satisfaction on the airplane became moot at this
point as we landed in NYC. He suggested that we continue over breakfast. I
offered the airport restaurant as a location, and he countered with room service
at the Hilton. Since I had a suite at the Hilton, I could hardly say no to
this.

He gave the desk clerk a considerable tip, and just like that we had adjoining
suites on the top floor. I suggested a 15 minute recess in our negotiations, to
which he agreed. At the agreed time, we would meet at the door between our
suites. I took the time to change into a white negligee, thinking that I would
look bridal and that this might deter him. I did keep on my thigh high nylons,
though I omitted any other undergarments.

Mike seemed to have much the same idea, and met me at the door wearing pajamas
and a satin robe. We adjourned to my bedroom for continued discussions.

It was at this point that I knelt in front of him as he sat on my bed, and
offered to let him cum in my mouth or alternatively, on my face and tits. He
again said no, that it was intercourse or nothing, and I would be denied my
orgasm.

I had one more trick up my sleeve. I told him that I was not on birth control,
that I used a diaphragm and I didn’t bring it with me. He told me that he did
not consider this a deal breaker, and would be happy to fuck me unprotected. I
suggested a condom, though I really don’t like them, but he told me that that
was unacceptable. He would take me bare and unprotected.

It was at this point that I completely gave in. His negotiation skills greatly
exceeded mine, and I let him strip off my negligee and lay me on the bed. I was
naked, except for my nylons and wedding rings. I looked down at my left hand as
I used it to put Mike’s cock in my cunt. He was bigger than my husband, and he
stretched me. It took sometime to get his whole cock in me, but I loved every
minute of it. I was an unfaithful wife for the first time in my marriage,
having been out negotiated. I had one more ploy, I begged him to pull out
before he came. He would, he said, but as the moment approached, I couldn’t let
him go, I couldn’t let that magnificent tool out of me, and I wrapped my legs
and arms around him and took his load in my fertile cunt.

Later in the day I did all the other things for Mike that I had offered. I
sucked his cock and took his load in my mouth, and another on my face and hair.
He took pictures of me, naked, and well fucked, and he told me that he would be
seeing me again. I submitted willingly to all his demands. He told me that I
was probably already pregnant, but that if I wasn’t, he would take care of it
the next time he fucked me. I knew that I would come running whenever he
called. I just wondered what I would tell my husband.

I had to tell my husband, of course, I couldn’t hide my pregnancy, and he could
tell from my demeanor that something had changed. Much to my surprise, he loved
it! He even suggested that until after the baby was born that Mike be the only
one to fuck me, though I could provide oral sex.

Mike has come over almost weekly to fuck his pregnant girlfriend, and gets
along well with my husband and daughter. I have offered to suck his cock after
the doctor tells me that I can no longer fuck, but he is negotiating a deal with
my husband for my daughter to provide the services that I can no longer do.
Once again, he is insisting on bare and unprotected fucking. I am afraid that
his negotiating skills will make life even more interesting.