Have you ever met someone you were instantly attracted to? I'm not talking about love at first sight. I'm talking about that someone who had an immediate effect on you, took your breath away, shook you to your core. I never did before my trip to California.
I first saw him at the boarding gate. Women looked at him. Men did too. He was tall, dark and handsome. His smile radiated warmth and sincerity. He shared it with anyone and everyone.
I saw him again when I entered the first class cabin area. He charmed the flight attendants like he did the gate attendants, his good looks and charisma attracting them to him, eager to assist him, happy to serve his needs.
He stood and asked if he could assist me in storing my bag in the overhead compartment. Being a lot taller than me, I let him. "Thank you sir," I said handing him my over night bag. "Always happy to help a damsel in distress," he smiled.
He moved aside to let me in and I took my window seat beside him. Settling in, he attached his seat belt as I wondered about his damsel in distress comment.
We didn't rub shoulders during the flight. We couldn't. He was much taller than I and very broad across his chest and shoulders. As the jet departed La Guardia the hum of the engines made me sleepy.
My head would slump against his arm, below his shoulder on occasion when I would doze off and he would smile and tell me that it was fine when I tried to apologize.
"No problem, Miss."
"Excuse me sir but I'm no lady. I'm a man, a guy. I'm married to a beautiful woman."
For some reason I felt it necessary to pull out my wallet and show him a picture of my wife Cindy.
"Well then, aren't you the lucky one to have such a beautiful wife. You're a fortunate man to have it both ways."
"Excuse me? Both ways?"
"You know. You have a beautiful wife at home and get to enjoy yourself with men too."
I blushed at his words and protested that I'd never been with a man.
"That's a shame," he said rubbing my thigh gently. "I'm sorry if I offended you but, well, you know...."
I looked at his hand on my thigh and wondered why my dick wasn't shrinking instead of chubbing up. "I don't know. I have no idea what you're talking about and please take your hand off of me."
When he didn't take his hand away, I put my hand on his and lifted it off my thigh. He took my hand in his, turned it over and looked at it. "My, but your hands are soft. Long slender fingers. I bet they'd look pretty polished hot pink or red."
"Christ," I thought. My wife had said those same words many times. "How did he know that,?" I wondered.
He sighed, "I guess I had you wrong. I mean you're cute in a girly sort of way. Please don't take this as an insult but you have the hips of a woman. Your lips are full and plump. Your high cheek bones and arching eye brows, your cute little button nose with that pretty splash of freckles. I just found you very attractive."
Just then an attendant came by and if we would like anything. I asked her for a white wine.
"Scotch for me, please," the man next to me ordered.
We sat in silence sipping our refreshments until he introduced himself. "We never did introduce our selves. My name is Willis Allman, as in Will is all man. Get it?"
I tittered at the double entendre, "Got it. I'm Terrance Smallwood. No double entendre there."
Willis laughed. "Business or pleasure?"
"Pardon?"
"Your trip Teri. You going to San Fran for business or pleasure?"
"Both. I have to spend a few hours tomorrow attending to some estate matters then I intend to enjoy the city for a day. I'm an accountant and now that tax season is over I'm treating myself to a much needed vacation, albeit a short one."
"What about the Mrs.? You left her alone? I sense a sadness about you baby. There's sorrow in your eyes and a vulnerability about you. Is it because your wife didn't wish to join you?"
I finished my wine and summoned the attendant over. "Another please. And one for the gentleman here as well."
Did I leave my wife alone? Not a fucking chance of that. She stayed home for her own pleasure. Our neighbor had been, for months now, fucking Cindy every chance he got or every chance she gave him.
I caught them in the act but wilted under my wife's intense pressure to allow her to enjoy a nice fat cock instead of suffering through my little dick and quick ejaculations. "I love you and Stan is a gross pig but I can't resist his cock and the way he fills me, baby. He makes me cum and do things, nasty things like suck him off before and after he fucks me. Things that turn me on. Things you never do."
Yeah, I pressed her why she would take his cock in her mouth but not mine; never mine.
Her response was an insulting giggle followed by an equally insulting, "Stan has a cock, Teri. You have a dick of a little boy."
What could I say? She was right. I was not well endowed and in the back of my mind, even before we got married, I knew she'd stray. I hoped she wouldn't but figured that if she did, I'd stay in the marriage as long as I could. I love her and felt the blame lay with me so I stayed and endured the humiliation of our neighbor's frequent visits and Cindy's evenings out.
It didn't take long before Stan, knowing I had no fight in me began to come over when I was home and act like he was the man of the house. He'd smirk as though doing me a favor when he took my wife upstairs to our bedroom to fuck.
My ears would burn hearing their laughter, listening to them in the throes of passion, hearing my wife, my love, urge Stan to fuck her harder. My dick would get hard despite of the humiliation or perhaps because of it and I would have to masturbate while Stan enjoyed the real thing.
Cindy began to insist I join them naked for the purpose of going down on her frothy pussy after Stan had deposited his sperm in her. "Get it all Teri. Maybe it will help you grow a cock, or maybe some balls. God knows you have none." Cindy's remarks would embarrass me as much as Stan's laughing at them did but I also found those degrading remarks arousing. And that arousal added to my shame and diminished my feeling of self-worth.
At first the thought of slurping his spunk from my wife disgusted me but after a while, I got used to it. When I began to look forward to cleaning her sperm filled pussy, they both took notice. I declined, however, their invitation to get Stan's cum from the source. "I'm not a cock sucker," I insisted.
"Not yet," Stan replied much to Cindy's laughter and my chagrin.
Tears formed in my eyes as I thought of my life with Cindy and Stan. I left my seat to go to the restroom to wash the shame from my face and regain my composure. Thinking about Stan and Cindy always left me with mixed emotions. On one side there was sadness that I could not perform as a man. Then there was the issue of me being aroused at the thought of him taking that which was mine and making it his. And there was the nagging feeling that I was meant for something more; but what that is I had no clue.
The conflict raged within me. That I could gladly stand-by as Stan treated my wife like his personal slut was despicable of me yet in some way it served the submissive in me; nurtured it, nourished it; gave it life, fulfillment, and meaning. I was then and still am unable to escape the sexual intoxication that would overwhelm my senses while Stan and Cindy belittled me as I dutifully ate his sperm from her.
Willis smiled at me when I returned to my seat. My heart beat a little faster. I was unexpectedly drawn to him which was scary for me. I'd never harbored any gay feelings before yet I was experiencing a magnetic pull to this stranger.
"You look upset baby," he said softly. "Tell Will what's bothering you."
It all came to a boil in that second. I put my hands to my face and wept uncontrollably.
Will put his arm over my shoulder and hugged me close to him and let me cry myself out. I felt his hand stroking my long ponytail and fingering the scrunchy that held it in place.
When I pulled away, he took a napkin and wiped my tears. Then he had me blow my nose in a tissue and made sure I was not a mess.