Paul wants to take me on a his upcoming business trip.

Paul jumped to his feet and zipped himself up. I was thoroughly confused. He turned and shut the door, the vibrations sending another shiver up my spine. “Not yet, Irene.” I bundled my robe around me and pulled myself up, sitting dumbly on the first step of the staircase. I was looking up at him waiting for an explanation. He stood facing the door for a minute, his back to me. He spoke without turning, “I do want you Irene; but not here, I need something else. I have something in mind that might help.”

“ANYTHING! Anywhere you want, honey.” I was pleading, and completely willing to try anything to keep us together.

“I think we should get away for a while. I found out today at work that Harry wants me to go to a sales convention with him next week. He insisted you come along. I think it could be good for us and my career.” Harry was Paul’s boss. He was, to put it nicely, a sleaze bag. He was 45 years old and had been in a mid-life crisis since I had known him. Remembering the unsettling leering he did at me during company picnics and functions over the that time, I knew why he insisted I come. Nevertheless, I was excited to go on vacation with my husband. I hoped he was right, that getting away would be good for us.

I spent the week happily making preparations for a sex-filled week away from home. I packed kinky lingerie and sexy cocktail dresses. Paul would be in meetings and seminars during the day, but we would have a few nights to ourselves. I didn’t bother packing anything conservative; we’d have to spend four of the seven nights at fancy receptions with the attendees, but neither Paul nor I would know any of the people there. Except Harry, of course. The thought of him seeing me in those sexy dresses was disturbing, but I rationalized it as collateral damage of saving my marriage.

Paul went back to his usual ignoring of me for the days before we embarked, but I didn’t let it get my spirits down. In fact, when the day finally came to head to the airport, I was giddy.

We met Harry at the gate after checking in. He clapped Paul on the back in greeting with a brashness that perfectly encapsulated his character. His eyes narrowed in on me. I was wearing a flimsy yellow sundress with a floral pattern. It was light on my body and hung just right on my perky boobs. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and realized just then that the chilly terminal was making my nipples stiff and visible against the fabric. It was obviously the first thing that Harry noticed. “Hello, Irene,” he took my hand and lightly kissed it. “I see I have the same effect on you as always.”

“You do.” A shiver of pure disgust went down my spine. He didn’t recognize the irony. My hand was still in his, and he gave it another peck. I pulled it back sharply.

He gave a small chuckle and turned toward Paul, but his gaze never left my chest. “I’ve got some good news and bad news, Paulie. I was able to convince that pretty gate agent with the slutty lips to bump us up to first class.” I cringed at the unfortunately apt description of the lady behind the counter.

“That’s great! How’d you manage that?” This was Paul’s nemesis at work. Harry was a great salesman, and Paul was only average. Still, Harry had a knack for stealing Paul’s credit on the few times he was due. At least twice, Paul had come home and described how Harry had deliberately blocked possible promotions. Still, there almost seemed to be some admiration in Paul’s voice.

“Hell, it was easy. I told her I was a traveling with a porn star, and we needed a little more privacy so we wouldn’t be hassled. I even got a hand job in the bathroom by telling her I was an agent in the business and could make her a star herself.” He made me sick; besides, that story had to be bullshit. Harry was pathological about his supposed “conquests.” He had once told a story at a party about he had convinced a set of eighteen year old triplets to spend a weekend in a hotel with him by telling them he had a terminal disease that needed constant sexual release.

“What’s the bad news?” I asked, hoping to avoid hearing the details of his made up sexual encounter.
“Well, I could only get two seats up there. I didn’t think she’d buy a story about an agent, a porn star, and some other random person.” I fought the urge to tell him how unbelievable any of it was.

“It’s fine, you boys have fun in first class. It’s a redeye flight anyway, I’ll just spend it asleep.” All I really wanted was to avoid spending any more time around Harry than necessary.

“Well, she kinda got the idea that it’s a female actress I’ll be with,” for the first time he actually looked at my husband, “Sorry, Paulie.” Had he just told someone that I was in porn? I was furious. I held my tongue, reminding myself that this was Paul’s boss. Embarrassing him by outing his lies and/or cursing him loudly in a public airport would probably have repercussions.

“Hey, it’s fine. Hell, sometimes I wish I was married to a porn star.” They both laughed, and I seethed even more. Paul acted like I was the one who was sexually repressed.

My anger transitioned smoothly to nausea when Harry gave me a meaningful look, “Oh, I bet Irene here could get all sorts of nasty, under the right circumstances … and man.” Paul didn’t even flinch at the obvious harassment his boss had just hurled at me. He just laughed it off. I kept my mouth shut as we waited to board. Harry was constantly nudging Paul, pointing out and rating the more attractive women who passed by our gate. He made it clear that his system was based on how many inches of his cock he’d like to shove down their throats. He knew I could hear him; I think it only encouraged him more that I did nothing to stop him.

Finally, boarding started. As Harry and I were first class passengers, we headed to board first. I gave Paul a quick kiss on the cheek and moved toward the gate, with Harry close behind. As soon as Paul was out of earshot, the creep leaned in, “Don’t worry, sugar, you’d get the full nine.” My face flushed with embarrassment. Still, I held my tongue.

As we passed the gate agent, Harry gave her a knowing wink. She smiled broadly and in a low voice reminded him, “If you need me to come in for a more thorough audition, mister, I’d be glad to, anytime.” Harry laughed.

“Sweetheart, sometimes all it takes is that one hand job for me to know,” he replied. The girl was absolutely beaming. “For you, it’s gonna take a few more sessions, probably. Get yourself a tit job and call me. I see a lot of potential in you.” The girl’s smile faded quickly. “On the other hand, if you do anal, you could probably get by with what you’ve got.”

“I would totally do anal! You tell me when and where, and I‘ll show you how good my ass is!” By the time the girl had excitedly told that to Harry, I was already making my way down the tunnel. I was shocked that he had been telling the truth. Well, telling Paul and me the truth, anyway. I was horrified that the girl could be so naïve.

Harry caught up to me as I reached our seats. “That girl wants to challenge you as the anal champion one day; I plan on being the judge of that competition.” He just laughed at my hateful stare, “Oh yeah, if anyone asks, you specialize in letting boys fuck your ass.” He kept on laughing. I didn’t see the humor. I put my bag away and sat down. “You let me know when you’re ready for me to judge how you work that sexy ass of yours,” he said.

“I just want to get some rest,” I couldn’t think of any other excuse to not hear him speak again. It was a six hour flight, and I just wanted it over with.

“Suit yourself. I’m gonna work on that sexy stewardess instead.” He motioned to a cute blonde in a tight uniform a few rows in front of us. Her tits were bigger than mine, straining at the buttons on her shirt. She wore dark stockings under a short skirt. The way he was looking at her, I knew was seriously going to give it a shot. Despondently, I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes.

When I woke up, we were still in the air. I didn’t know how much time had passed. As the haze of sleep faded, I kept my eyes closed, but could feel movement beside me.

“Can’t we at least go into the bathroom? What if someone sees us?” My heart sank. I couldn’t believe my ears. It was a woman’s whisper just beside me. I didn’t have to strain to guess who the voice belonged to. I turned my head slightly and barely opened my eyes to confirm my suspicions. The stewardess was sitting in Harry’s lap now. His hands had already undone the buttons around her chest and one was underneath her shirt, massaging her ample tits.

“Where’s the fun in that, honey? Do you think this slut beside me got to where she is without taking some risks? Hell, the first time I fucked her, we were in a drunk tank in Vegas with a dozen guys watching. I knew on the spot that she was going to the top. You want that, right?” He was still using the porno agent angle. Apparently, he had created a back story that included having fucked me, now.

Harry’s fingers found their way underneath the stewardess’s bra. She let out a slight moan. “I want it more than anything.” She looked over the first class seats. Most were empty, I remembered from when we boarded. “They are all asleep. Do you at least have a condom?”

Harry laughed. “Condoms? Baby, only amateurs use condoms. Besides, I’m only going to be in your ass, it’s not like you’re getting pregnant.” Harry kept making me sicker and sicker. “Now be a good girl and drop those panties.”

He pinched one of her nipples to exacerbate her response. “Okay, let’s do it.” I watched as she struggled to hike up her skirt without leaving Harry’s lap. She had a cute red thong on underneath that she slid partway down her thighs. I watched with half open eyes as she shifted her position and fished out Harry’s cock with her hands. He hadn’t been lying about the nine inches. I felt my nipples harden and dampness creep up between my thighs. Was this jerk actually turning me on with this?

“That’s it, honey, just ease it in there.” The stewardess, was still in Harry’s lap; they were both facing the front of the cabin. Harry had managed to undo the rest of her buttons amid the shuffling. He had pulled her bra down to around her waist, and was using his hands to knead her exposed breasts. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his shaft.

I had to resist the urge to touch myself. I couldn’t risk letting Harry know I was awake. He moved his hands to her shoulders and started pushing her farther down toward his pelvis. The girl was groaning in obvious pleasure. After a few more inches entered her, he slackened his **** on her. She rose up momentarily before sliding back down. A few more thrusts, and Harry finally had all of his dick inside her. He let out a contented sigh, “Way to go baby, you’re on your way. Now it’s time for you to work that ass on my cock.”

The girl turned her head so she could see Harry and smiled, “Just sit back and relax, mister.” Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her.

He put his hands on her shoulders once more, and this time violently pushed her down, his cock inside her to the hilt. She let out an audible gasp that would have woken me up, if I wasn‘t already. “Shut up and get to work,” he said, coldly. The girl obliged. In just a few minutes, she was happily bouncing on his cock. Her own fingers found her nipples and tweaked them mercilessly. She had her head thrown back and was biting her lip to keep from screaming. I could hear the shortened breaths escape her lips.

Harry moved his hands from her shoulders and wrapped them around her throat. He pulled her back to him until his lips were resting on her ear. I couldn’t make out what he said, but based on the look he was wearing, it was something sinister. The girl just bounced faster and faster. He was lightly **** her, and she seemed enthralled by it. This went on for a few more minutes, her grinding on his cock, him whispering nasty things in her ear, me trying hard not to finger myself to a man who I hated. Soon, Harry was straining not to come. He pulled at the girl’s hair, and nibbled lightly on her earlobe. He whispered something else in her ear. Her response gave it away, “Oh, yes, please, mister. Please cum in my ass.”

Harry pushed the girl forward and started thrusting into her even harder than before. After a few strokes, I could hear him grunt as he filled the cute stewardess’s asshole with his cum. Finally, he let out another sigh and leaned back. “Thanks for that, Sarah. I think you have a real chance.”

“It’s Sandra,” she responded, somewhat disappointed that he didn’t remember her name.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Fuck if I care, just get off of me so I can enjoy the rest of the flight.” With that, he gave her a hard shove. She landed face first in the aisle, her ass fully exposed in the air. I could see the cum dripping down her perfect cheeks. Harry laughed. “And clean yourself up, you silly whore.”

The girl quickly stood and pulled her panties up. A quick glance around the cabin and she saw that everyone was still asleep. She adjusted her skirt, but before buttoning up her blouse, she leaned down to Harry for a kiss. He kissed back and gave her exposed boobs one final squeeze. “Do you really think I have a chance?” she asked, hopefully.

Harry laughed again, “Let’s just say this: don’t quit your day job.” The girl looked like she had just been slapped. Tears welled in her eyes and overflowed down her pretty, if flushed, cheeks. Hurriedly, she walked toward the bathroom.

Harry had a giant smile on his face as he fell asleep, cock still out. I didn’t see the stewardess again during the flight. I turned my head back to the window and tried to fall back asleep. My mind was a flurry of nasty thoughts and abject horror about what I had just witnessed. Eventually, I must have slept, because the next thing I knew we had landed. I watched as Harry woke up and put his cock away, finally.

We exited the airport and made our way to the hotel. Paul, for some reason looked terrible. He had seemed fine before the flight, but when we debarked, it was clear that he must have caught something on the plane. I took him to the room and put him to bed immediately. It was still early morning, so I slept awhile more too.

When we did wake up, Paul was feeling a bit better, but I made sure he stayed under the covers. I spent the day hovering over him, trying to nurse him back to health. By the time night arrived, I was exhausted. Unfortunately, the first night, there was a reception for the salesmen and their wives. Paul wanted me to go, to make some contacts and report back to him, really. He didn’t want Harry to get all the good leads.

He told me to call Harry to come pick me up. Paul thought that the best way to make sure he was represented properly was for me to be around Harry and mention Paul’s name as much as possible to the people Harry meant.

The prospect of spending time around Harry was not particularly appealing.