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..."
