Jim was getting ready to go off on a week of intense study for his job. He and Mary Lynn had planned a vacation to New York City until the seminar was rescheduled at the last minute, conflicting with the dates they'd planned for their trip. It was just one of those things that happen. And, after all, his job was their only source of income, so he had to go. It would have been nice if Mary Lynn could have gone with him to the conference, but it was strictly "no spouses", which was probably good anyway, since his sexy wife would have been a big distraction for him.
Mary Lynn was always a distraction to Jim who found it difficult to keep his mind and hands off of her. Her curvaceous 5'3 body, gorgeous blue eyes and short brown hair had lured him from the moment they'd met.
"Honey, I have a great idea!" Mary Lynn exclaimed. "Why don't I just go to New York by myself! The ticket is already paid for and the room is already reserved, right? It won't be as much fun without you, but I've been so looking forward to shopping and seeing the sights. I really want to go!"
Jim shook his head and replied "No way, babe! I can just see you on vacation alone. Men would be swarming all around you, and it would drive me absolutely crazy not knowing what was going on. I'd be worried about you. You know how you are'"
"But Jim, I've had my heart set on it for so long. I'm 23! I'm a big girl! I'll be ok! Really truly!" Mary Lynn's lower lip was already sticking out and her big blue eyes looked like they were swimming in potential tears.
"Mary Lynn...'"
"Sweetheart'" Mary Lynn interrupted in her little girl voice as she pressed herself up against her melting husband. She knew he couldn't stand to disappoint her.
Jim knew how sweet and naïve she was. She was one of those bubbly, happy people who trusted everyone and didn't have a cynical bone in here luscious body. She was the innocent looking "girl next door" type that seemed to drive men crazy. She thrived on attention; especially attention from men. Probably a childhood issue, he had conjectured. Strict Catholic upbringing, only child whose father was a workaholic and never home. She would engage in conversations with complete strangers, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were trying to get in her lacy panties. She was a natural flirt, more than a little spoiled and very young looking even for her 23 years. In other words; she was a cock magnet.
Jim recalled a time even on their honeymoon when they had gone to a trendy dance club. He had gone to the men's room only to find her dancing with two hunky guys when he returned. They were grinding away on the dance floor, her lithesome body sandwiched between them. Jim recalled that moment as he stood and watched them because not only did his jealousy and blood pressure rise, so did his cock. He was shocked that he was getting aroused watching his new wife practically getting dry-humped in public by two strangers.
He had never admitted his reaction to her and was sure he never would. She had attributed her actions to the drinks HE had bought her, the sexy short skirt and low-cut top HE had given her and being excited by HIM on their honeymoon. In other words, it was all HIS fault. "Besides", she had teased, "Aren't you proud that your new wife is nice looking?" He had told her he was very proud of her.
But, more than she realized, he knew. Before they had left the disco that night, he had gone back to the men's room, locked himself in a stall and jerked off thinking about his new wife and those two men.
Now, as she tried to coax him to let her go to New York alone, he was fantasizing about the wolves she was sure to encounter and what might happen. His cock responded as it always did when he fantasized like that and Mary Lynn took advantage as she always did. She was on her knees and had his cock out before he could say another word.
A few minutes later, as she sat astride his cock, she asked him again if she could go. He moaned a long, loud "Yeeessssss!"
The next day, he took her shopping and helped her pick out things to wear. Jim couldn't figure out why she had to have new clothes, JUST so she could go to New York to shop for more clothes!. He encouraged her to buy things that were sexy, but not trashy. She loved every minute of it and so did several other nearby husbands who watched her model each outfit, Jim noted. She definitely attracted attention, but Jim was convinced she didn't even notice the leers she inspired.
Unknown to Mary Lynn, Jim snuck a few other little surprises in her luggage before they left for the airport.
Early the next evening, Jim just shook his head as she flounced off into the terminal with her typical bright smile on her face. He watched as heads turned in her wake, a couple of men actually colliding as they ogled her shapely legs and jiggling breasts.
Much to her surprise, when she got on the plane, Mary Lynn's seat had been upgraded to first class. She couldn't believe it. She had never flown first class before. She missed Jim immediately, just thinking of how sweet he was to surprise her like this! They hadn't filled the seat next to her either, so she was very alone...and lonely.
A good looking steward walked over to her. "Could I get you Champagne . . . orange juice . . . coffee?"
She noticed his eyes flick down to her legs briefly, sweeping up to her cleavage before he met her eyes. "Orange juice please" she smiled ever so sweetly.
It was a great flight. She was waited on hand and foot. The attendant ask her dozens of times what he could do for her. All the attention made her feel very important and his sexy smile made her fidget nervously in the deep leather seat. At one point she giggled "Can I take you home with her. I've never felt so pampered!!" They both laughed, but then he bent to whisper is her ear "That would be fun .. I would like that immensely"
She thought maybe she had heard him wrong, so she just smiled coyly. A little later, he asked her what movie she would like, explaining that each first class passenger had their own DVD player so they could choose a title while the others had to watch whatever was being shown. Mary Lynn just couldn't think hard enough to decide, so she told him to choose one for her. He seemed pleased at her decision, she thought, because he smiled and glanced at her legs before he walked off.
The attractive housewife studied the attendant's pants as he strode down the aisle, deciding navy blue was a good color for him. He brought her the DVD, leaned over to show her how to use the screen, headphones and DVD player. The player wasn't working correctly so he got down in front of her and leaned over, placing his elbow between her knees as he searched for the malfunction. She felt a bit embarrassed, but didn't want to make a scene as he obviously didn't realize where his elbow was. As he fussed with the device, he slowly moved his elbow up between her thighs until it was right against her pussy.
"I think I have it now, let me just double check". She couldn't believe this was happening. She also couldn't believe that she was actually letting it happen. "Must be the darn champagne", she told herself. His elbow rubbed up and down against her pussy. She wondered at that point if he really DID know where his elbow was, but decided he was just real busy and had a lot oh his mind. Besides, it was only his elbow.
"I think this will work great now", he said as he began to stand. "The movie I picked should be real good, too." Standing so close to her, she couldn't help but see how hard his cock was beneath that uniform. She decided she liked uniforms as the captain switched off all the lights, turning the cabin dark.
"Call me if you need anything at all.", he grinned and walked away. Mary Lynn was more than a little flustered by what had just transpired and found it difficult to concentrate on the little screen. The tingling between her legs wouldn't go away, making her bite her lip in consternation. It almost felt as if his elbow was still there! it didn't help anything that the movie he picked had an AWFUL lot of naked people in it.
As the movie ended, the steward with the nice pants brought her a blanket and slipped it over her lap. He also brought her a soft black mask and slipped it over her eyes to help her sleep. As usual, the energetic housewife fell asleep almost immediately. Also as usual, her dreams were very naughty, but Mary Lynn never was never able to recall a single dream - and she could never figure out why.
Eventually, she sensed someone sitting down beside her.
"I have a little break, do you mind?"
"Umm..fine" she stammered, her mind still groggy from her reverie.
"Are you enjoying the flight? We try very hard to please our customers, you know".
"I can tell. You do a great job." she murmured, finding it very difficult to open her eyes.
"Well, that's very good to hear. I love to please. Perhaps I can make your flight even more enjoyable."
Just then, she felt his hand under the blanket. Forgetting that she was wearing a sleeping mask, the cute wife was surprised at just how dark everything was. They must make it that way for their first class passengers, she figured. Before she could protest, his hand slid up her thigh just beneath the hem of her short skirt.
"Why don't you just go back to sleep...you're very, very tired" he whispered as his fingers caressed her nyloned thigh. "That's right...just relax...don't worry about a thing. Sleep now..."
"Oh my GOODNESS!" she whispered as she felt herself begin to drift.
"Shhhh. Everything's fine...just relax...let the tension flow out of your body...close your pretty eyes..that's right...you're very sleepy now."
His voice and touch were so soothing. "This is just a dream...just a very nice dream.." he intoned. "Relax your knees...your thighs....that's right...feeling so nice..."
She felt her thighs opening, all on their own. She jerked a little as she felt his thumb come in contact with her panties. "Shhhhh...." he droned, "So relaxed...such a deep dream...feeling very good..."
A voice in her mind told her that maybe he shouldn't be doing this, but his mesmerizing tone overcame the distant warning. Her legs were far apart beneath the blanket now as the magic fingers massaged her pussy slowly. She felt the wisp of nylon covering her slit pulled to one side and a finger entering her moist furrow. She couldn't believe what was happening, but somehow felt powerless to stop it. She thought she heard soft laughter as a finger separated her lips and began to slide in and out of her pussy. Then two fingers. She thought she should pull her thighs back together, but somehow she was just too weak, she sighed as she felt yet a third finger stretch and fill her.
"It's all your fault!" she dreamed of telling her husband. She wasn't quite sure why, but she knew this couldn't be her fault.
Soon it felt as if there was no friction at all as the handsome attendant's fingers slid in and out of her much easier. Then she felt her thighs being separated further and further and felt his head pushing it's way up between them. Her legs began to tremble as she felt his tongue lick over her naked lips. It move slowly, up and down and between them, then his tongue began to push itself in her pussy. It felt so good. She had forgotten where she was or anything else for that matter. She just felt his thick, hot tongue pushing its way into her pussy. Then his finger - two fingers ... replacing the tongue as his lips captured her sensitive clit and began to suck gently.
She felt her hips began to move, squeezing his fingers inside her, in an excruciatingly slow, rhythmic motion. His tongue flicking over her clit. Fucking . . . flicking . . . licking . . . sucking. Her hips were rotating on their own. She couldn't fight them. The mesmerized housewife couldn't stand it any longer and felt herself cumming all over his tongue and fingers. He wouldn't stop either. He kept fucking her and sucking and licking her while she just kept silently cumming and cumming. She was so far away...feeling as is she were floating among the soft puffy clouds outside the airliner.
Suddenly the speaker squawked "All attendants report back to their stations now, please. Prepare for landing." By the time she pried her eyes open, he was gone. Completely flustered, Mary Lynn rearranged her skirt and folded up the blanket. "That was some dream!" she thought to herself. She felt as if she had actually cum ... right on the plane! It didn't occure to her that she NEVER remembered her dreams...
"Oh my goodness..." she sighed as she stood in the aisle, her long legs still unsteady. A very tall business man, leaning over her from behind, was taking an awful long time retrieving his briefcase from the overhead bin right above her. She was still much too confused to notice that he was staring straight down her blouse as his hips jostled against her plush backside. She didn't even notice that after she left, he never did remove anything from that bin. Instead, with a wry smile, he quickly grabbed his laptop from a bin across the aisle.
Getting off the plane, Mary Lynn smiled at the dreamy attendant and said good bye.
"Welcome to Atlanta! Thanks for flying American - The airline that caters to their customers!", the steward said with a smile and a wink. He completely ignored the next three departing passengers as he stared at her little round ass making it's way down the ramp.
As she strolled into the terminal, still a bit groggy, she wondered what she must look like. Were her clothes all in place? Jim had always said she had an obvious sexual glow about her or hours after she came. (Little did she know that was the main reason he instigated love making just before they went out in public ... he enjoyed the extra stares and looks she got). She knew he must be right because she always did get much more attention at those times. She blushed prettily at the rather dirty thoughts that entered her mind. My! What was wrong with her, she giggled to herself.
Mary Lynn walked to find her next gate. A man in a bar looked up and gave her the once over, smiled and nodded. She smiled as she passed by, thinking what nice people there were in Atlanta. Without her even knowing it, Mary Lynn's shoulders pulled back slightly, just enough to emphasize her perky tits. The man didn't consciously notice her shoulders either, but the subtle shift made him curse under his breath and think to himself "What a great fucking pair of tits! I could get lost it there for a week!" As she passed, his eyes fell to her swaying hips, prompting him to nudge his friend who was buried in a newspaper.
"Jack! Get a load of the ass on her! I'd eat a mile of her shit just to see where it came from!"
Jack had no trouble spotting her, watching her get in line at the check in counter. "Yeah? You'd have to get in line behind me, pal. That's world class ass, for damn sure. She could bend over my bed anytime."
She checked in at the gate, noticing that the guy who checked her ticket also checked her cleavage several times before he told her she'd be boarding in twenty minutes.
Mary Lynn sat down and crossed her legs. She didn't notice, but a cute 18 year-old sailor had been watching her and left his seat , discreetly taking the one directly across from her. She did notice however, that he kept glancing at her legs, trying to get a look up her short skirt.
"Oh my goodness" she thought to herself. She almost had to laugh out loud. He was so cute and he was being so naughty. She pretended not to notice his sneaky glances, but watching him from the corner of her eye, she counted to ten and slowly crossed her legs once again. The stunned look on his face was so precious, she thought as little tingles spread through her body. She chided herself for being a bit naughty, too, but assured herself that she wasn't hurting anyone. She certainly wasn't showing him anything he hadn't seen before - just a little flash of panties, she thought. He'd probably seen a lot more in those men's magazines, her mind continued.
Suddenly, a picture formed in her mind of her in Playboy, totally naked. The sailor was naked, too, and looking at her picture. Oh my! He was stroking his cock! She felt herself getting very warm and forced the image from her mind. She glanced at the sailor again and noticed him actually lick his lips! This time he caught her glancing at him and grinned sheepishly. She again pretended she didn't notice and looked off in the distance, her leg now working back and forth nervously.
A moment later, some movement attracted her attention. When she looked, she saw that the cute young man had slouched down and moved his feet far apart, his legs wide open. What Mary Lynn saw next, made her gasp noticeably; sharply outlined in the tight, white uniform pants was a very large, long and erect penis. She couldn't believe it! It arched almost up to his belt! The fabric was so tight she could almost see it throbbing!
She realized she was staring and glanced up to see if he had caught her, but he was obviously playing her same little game and also pretended not to notice. Mary Lynn's whole body suddenly got very warm and she could feel her nipples tingle and harden. She told herself it was just the embarrassment and tried not to look again. She fidgeted for several seconds before she gave in. This time he was actually grinding his hips ... very subtly, just enough so she could tell. Her pussy responded immediately, twinging and squeezing like it was trying to gnaw it's way out of her panties!
Now she was really perturbed with herself, but excited at the same time. She decided on a course of action. Clearing her throat loud enough to draw his attention, Mary Lynn shifted; slowly lifting her leg high before she uncrossed it, then letting her thighs drift wide as she stood, the young man's eyes were riveted on her crotch, of which she was giving him an eye full. Mary Lynn hesitated for a moment before she smoothed the front of her skirt which had ridden far up her thighs, giving him a perfect peek at her stocking tops. She tuned her back to him and smoothed her skirt again, moving her hands over the curves of her ass. As a finale, she bent over from the waist and picked up her purse, knowing full well her hem must be halfway up her cheeks.
Grinning widely, she turned on her high heel and sauntered down the walkway, congratulating herself on her fine performance. After all, she thought, her audience had given her a standing ovation.
Mary Lynn looked for a place to go to the bathroom and grab a drink before she got back on the plane for the last part of her journey. Without even thinking about it she walked right back past the man at the bar. This time, he and the man with him looked up, but the first one smiled really big. Much to her surprise, when she came out of the bathroom, he was standing right outside the door.
"Buy you a drink pretty lady?" he smiled.
"Well, um, I only have about 10 minutes before my flight boards."
"Ten minutes is better than no time at all. I hear the weather is rough north of here. You may NEED a drink!" he chuckled, his eyes sparking.
"Maybe next time" Mary Lynn apologized and waved to his friend who was watching a bit too eagerly. She felt the weight of their stares as she sauntered back to her gate. She had to shake her head to clear it. She felt like a magnet and every cock in the airport made of iron. It must be her perfume, she surmised.
The flight was rather uneventful compared to the previous one. The man sitting next to her kept stealing glances at her legs, but he mostly concentrated on his laptop computer during the short flight.
She finally reached her destination and boarded the shuttle to get to the hotel. She took a seat next to a well-dressed man who began talking and asking her where she was from. On vacation? Etc. He was surprised that Mary Lynn was alone, so Mary Lynn explained what had happened. The man said "Well, if you change you mind and don't want to be alone tonight, call me" and handed Mary Lynn his card. He explained that he and his friends always went out on Friday night and would love to have her join them.
Mary Lynn thanked him and told him she'd consider it. She imagined what it would be like going out on a "date" with a bunch of New York guys. She smiled and chastened herself for thinking what she was thinking.
At the hotel, Mary Lynn got checked in and went up to her room, accompanied by a bellboy who had a rather hungry look in his eyes as he glanced at her in the elevator. She had to bend towards him when they got to the room as she fished in her purse for her billfold. She saw in the mirror how he openly gawked at her gapping low-cut top. He tried to get one last look down her blouse as he accepted the tip.
"Whew!" she said to herself. She felt as if she were swimming in a sea of testosterone.
Mary Lynn poured herself a coke and walked out on the balcony. Her mouth dropped as she spotted a seedy little erotic leather shop right across the street from her hotel. She couldn't believe it. Had her husband planned that? He booked the room. He couldn't have known ... could he?
Mary Lynn took a quick nap, freshened up a bit and decided to see if there was anything in that little leather shop she could buy to surprise her husband when she got back home. Little did she know that trip to the erotic leather shop would lead her into the most depraved night of her life - and change her life forever.
TO BE CONTINED>>>> Pt. 2 - The Dungeon!!
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