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The Pilots Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



This story, like my others, is based on real events in my life with a significant degree of fictional license applied. I've intertwined reality and fiction often within the same sentence or paragraph. As in my other stories there is a dose of philosophy as well as more closure for the characters that you'll find in many other Literotica stories. Perhaps I've written too long an introduction before a juicy sex scene, but I find my life is like this – lots of lead in before the "good stuff." In this story a loving and romantic couple initially struggle with their togetherness and the building of a business; ultimately the story involves romance, polyamory, group sex, incest, lesbian sex, and some creative lovemaking. This story also builds some connections to two other stories I wrote entitled Circle of Love and The Experiment. I am now thinking about a sequel to this story too – stay tuned! Please vote or send me your comments. R1



The Pilots Ch. 01



I was properly chivalrous to her when I had held the car door then offered my arm and she took it. A while later we held hands then she held my arm again. Then she wanted my arm around her shoulders and next she put her arm around me too. On the roller coaster she held on to me for dear life; I closed my eyes and figured I could live through anything for ninety seconds. 

We shared some snacks and then on a park bench she just snuggled up against me and held my arm around her. We just sat in silence and watched the people go by. At about six o'clock, I asked, "Is it wine time yet?" She laughed and said, "Oh yes, but we can't go back to the hotel just yet. I'll be mobbed and we'll never get to spend the evening together. Let's go somewhere else. Someplace no one knows us."

We ended up in the very dark and very empty cocktail lounge of a steak restaurant just off the Interstate. Kim cuddled up to me as we sat and pulled my arm around her again. We ordered our chardonnays and a couple of hors d'oeuvres. She kissed my cheek again.

"I am very grateful that you are so thankful or affectionate or both," I said. "I had fun this afternoon. More fun than I've had in a long time, a very long time. Are you sure you don't mind hanging out with guy old enough to be your father?"

"I had fun too," Kim said. "And I don't think you too old. We should do this more often. And it was a both – I'm thankful and affectionate with you. I'm not normally openly affectionate but you've inspired me, and thank you for rescuing me from a potentially boring afternoon. 

"So it is 'both,' I said with a grin, "and I'm slightly better than being bored at a conference."

Kim started, "Oh no, that's not at all what I meant. You …"

I interrupted with a laugh, "I've had a wonderful afternoon too and you made it that way. Now you're going to make it a wonderful evening too." She grinned at my tease and pecked my cheek again.

Our wine and appetizers arrived, so we diverted our attention from each other for a few minutes. Then Kim asked, "Ron, last night you talked about unselfish and unconditional love and I kept thinking about that term today, even this afternoon, but I'm not even sure what questions to ask."

"Let me start by telling you that I love you," I said. I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back and then went "Wow! You do?"

"Yes, I do," I said. "I am especially glad you are the person you are, and I would find a way to love you if you were some other way too. You make it easy though; you return my affection with your own. What goes around comes around."

"But I felt I initiated things," she said. "Plus you probably look at me like a kid based on your earlier comment. You are so much more experienced and 'have arrived' compared to little old me."

I started, "Well, I don't see you as a 'kid.' You are a talented woman in her prime, and you have jumpstart on a fantastic career. And to your question, you might have felt my love for you and then responded by returning that love in your own affectionate way. In a relationship unconditional love means I love you and I support your quest to develop and grow, even when that quest takes you to other places with other people. I sometimes use the term 'unselfish love' too; by that I mean I don't withhold my love if you do something I don't approve of or if you don't follow my rules, even if there are others involved."

"Do you mean even if there is intimacy involved with someone else?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "but then I'd have unselfish and unconditional love for that someone else too. I'd want to see them grow and develop too. They'd become part of the relationship we share and we'd welcome them into it."

"That's mind blowing," Kim said. "So if I was your wife I could sleep around?"

"I would hope that wouldn't be the goal. I don't see much love or growth from a move like that. But if you felt that was an important step for you, then so be it. You're an adult and you know by now that you are responsible for your own life and your own happiness. I don't think you see yourself as a 'victim' of life; you're molding it to your own needs. Sleeping around usually seems to bring more regrets than happiness in the people I hear talk about it; it's sort of a hollow way to build relationships and not my cup of tea, I might add."

"But what if I fell in love with someone? Suppose I had an affair?" She posited.

"If you have to sneak around to do it I would guess that it wouldn't take too long before you wouldn't respect yourself. You would label yourself a 'cheater' or worse. If you build a relationship in the daylight so to speak then you can feel proud to be supportive and loving to this someone, even sharing them with your spouse or vice versa as you all grow together. I know this sounds radical, but when you consider the alternatives and how much pain and sorrow most of them bring I wonder why so few other people think this way."

Our conversation went on and on; eventually we went into the restaurant and had a regular dinner. Even though the restaurant was pretty upscale no one seemed to mind our casual clothes. We held hands between courses and while we were waiting. I don't think either of us particularly cared what we ate; our focus was on the other person. We left the restaurant at eleven o'clock and snuck back into the hotel without anyone noticing our arrival. We rode up in the elevator alone holding hands and standing very close.

As we got to my door she wouldn't release my hand. "Come with me," Kim said quietly. We went to her room and she opened the door with her key card and pulled me inside. Kim's arms went around my neck and she pulled me into a passionate kiss. "Oh, you've made me so happy today," she said. "Now come and make love to me. I have fallen unselfishly and unconditionally in love with you."

"Are you really sure you want an old guy like me?" I asked but still following her into the room.

"Oh, more than you know," Kim said. "Your age doesn't matter to me but your philosophy does. I feel loved and cared for when I am with you; no one ever made me feel this way. I know you'll still love me tomorrow too – and I'll love you too. Now come." She pulled me to the king-sized bed.

I lay down and Kim fell into my arms and we really kissed passionately for the first time. We had kissed a few times before but this kiss stopped me in my tracks. We started by just rubbing our lips together. I whispered to Kim that I loved her as our lips we touching; it was a sensuous uttering. She whispered back that she loved me too.

Then I took my tongue and gently traced the outline of her lips over and over again. We were pliant to the other's touch. She would occasionally bring her tongue out to greet mine. This was not a French kiss; our contact was outside the mouth. I extended my focus to include her neck, ears and face, particularly using my tongue in her ear and blowing warm moist air too. She kept trying to get closer to me.

Then I shifted to a quiet loving of her mouth extending my tongue inside her as far as I could reach. We traded positions and in so doing really tasted each other for the first time. I liked her taste; she told me she liked what I was doing. My heart skipped three beats.

Kim reached over and started to unbutton my sport shirt. I simultaneously worked on her blouse. Together we shed our tops at the same time. She had a delicate bra on that she immediately shed too. Her breasts were perfectly shaped handfuls of taut flesh with large areolas and significant nipples.

I put my mouth to first one and then the other breast sucking on the nipples and feeling them extend in excitement at my attention. Kim moaned and put her head back to savor my attention to her chest. She stroked my head and hair as I attended to her.

Then she surprised me and lowered her head to my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. No one had ever done that before. I could feel the electric charge reach my groin as she did this, and blood surged into my penis like never before.

I fussed with her belt and the zipper to her shorts. Kim became impatient and did it herself, raising her hips off the bed to lower her shorts and her bikini underwear. She kicked both across the room. She lay next to me nude.

I made a motion to reach for her pubic area but she stopped me and said "No you strip too." I removed the rest of my clothes and tossed them aside. Our two bodies merged in another kiss of epic dimensions for now we were fully honoring each other through our nakedness, fully loving each other as never before.

We both reached for each other at the same time. She fondled my cock and started a slow up and down motion masturbating me; she was enjoying the feeling of me in her hands. I traced the outline of her entire pubic area with one finger, avoiding contact with her sex at first. My finger ran around the edge of her trimmed pubic hair and down the inside of the depression in her thighs; I jumped to the other leg and retraced a similar route along her thigh, around her hair and over her flat stomach. She writhed under my hand, not because she was ticklish but because she wanted me to touch her sex.

I gently stroked into her pubic hair from her stomach, occasionally using my entire palm to remove any hint of tickling. This was not playtime; this was time for love. Gradually my finger found her slit and only tentatively at first made short and shallow forays into the front of her sex, then deeper, and then deeper and more pronounced. She rose to meet my hand, forcing me to her. She whispered, "You tease," in a tender voice and gently bit my lip.

I shifted myself down the bed, rolling between her legs. I took my tongue and started behind her right knee and traced a gentle line from there almost to her labia. I repeated the process on the other leg. I then rose and used my tongue across her lower abdomen, just above her pubic area. She pushed my head down with her hands.

I lightly ran my tongue down her moist slit; she was generating wetness rapidly. I savored the taste of her. Her fluid was a musky aromatic juice that was erotic and sexy beyond description. If I could bottle it, I would have saved it forever to remind me of that first moment at her threshold. I used my tongue to explore further and deeper into her pussy. She was tenderly stroking my head and guiding me with gentle motions: up, down, slightly to this side, pushing me into her.

I found her clitoris. I knew I'd located it because it was carefully cloaked in a small circle of skin and rose in her excitement to greet my assault; more obvious though was her twitching and jerking motions as I ran my tongue over that part of her love nest. 

I started to stoke her thighs with my hands as I focused on her pussy with my tongue. Gradually I brought my hands up and started to involve them in loving Kim and in particularly loving her pussy. I started to finger and lick at the same time, using tongue and then fingers. I inserted a finger into her cunt and she rose to meet me. I searched for her G-spot, exploring the areas I knew it was supposed to be. Then Kim's body arched towards me as I ran two fingers over a patch of internal tissue that had a slightly different texture from adjacent walls; I'd found it. 

I moved away and came back, over and over again. I combined my oral loving of her clit with my fingers on her G-spot and internal loving. Kim started to moan. I increased my stroking and sucking. She whispered, "Oh dear God, I'm cuming. Oh. Oh. Oh." I then accelerated my sucking and thrusting of my fingers into her cunt.

Kim came. She was magnificent in her climax. Her back arched. She clutched my head to her nether region, squeezing my head with her legs that had been held back to afford me maximum availability. She squealed and moaned. Her entire body shook with several tremors than ran from head to toe. A small bit of womanly fluid appeared. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh that was wonderful. Oh dear God, thank you, thank you, thank you." 

Finally the peak of pleasure passed. She was still languishing in the afterglow of the moment I'd provided her. She reached down and pulled me up, "Come here. Kiss me." I moved up and gently kissed her. She pulled me to her in a hard and passionate kiss. When we parted she said, "Is that me I'm tasting? I don't mind that. I never tasted myself before." I chuckled and said I loved the taste so I'm not surprised that she wouldn't too. She considered that and said, "I think I'm being kinky."

She reached down and took hold of my cock again and started to pump it. I had been so focused on her it had deflated slightly, however, she returned it to readiness in seconds. She then lowered her head and kissed the mushroomed top. Then I felt her mouth slide over the end and she started to slide up and down my cock taking me progressively deeper and deeper into her mouth with each down thrust. "Ummm," she said, "I really like tasting myself this way."

I lay back and basked in the enjoyment of the sensations she was giving me. I talked to her. Telling her what I liked: "This not that"; "Try that"; "Good"; "Deeper now". She occasionally took me all the way to the back of her throat, and then I felt myself go even deeper as she brought her lips all the way to my body. Then I was released again. I moaned and twitched. She was bringing me to the edge.

I whispered to her, "I want to be inside you, not in your mouth right now. Come over me." Kim carefully moved to straddle my hips as she held my rod in her hand. When she was positioned well she touched the end of my penis to her moist lips. She slowly lowered herself an inch and then rose again, then lowered herself a little move then pulled up again, then lower still and up again. I was being teased. My penetration was progressing very slowly and very sensuously in the hands of this vixen. She was intensely watching my face as she maneuvered.

Finally, Kim dropped her entire cunt onto my cock, allowing the last inch to finally penetrate her. We both groaned. Our loins pressed together in our bliss. She came forward to me and we kissed; I could feel her erect nipples dragging across my chest. I reached up and fondled her breasts, twisting and turning the erect ends; as I did this I could feel the muscles along her vaginal walls convulse.

We jointly started a slow thrusting, my up meeting her down. She was in control and would rise to a point where I was almost going to fall out of her warm sheath; then she would slowly reconnect us, sliding me past her labia and taking me deep inside her. We did this repeatedly. We kissed repeatedly. I moaned repeatedly. We both panted.

I finally got the signals from deep inside that said there's no turning back, that my orgasm was imminent. I whispered to her, "I'm near, very near."

"Me too," she panted back and me. We French kissed again, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. 

A few seconds passed and I said "Now!" I made four or five extended thrusts up off the bed into her pussy. She returned the gesture. I felt her cuntal walls squeezing my cock with a ripple of electric muscle movements. I exploded. I sent wash after wash of jism deep into her pussy. Kim rotated her hips into me in a move of maximum receptivity. I felt a flood of fluid at our joining. Our backs arched forcing my cock and her pussy together to the maximum extent possible. 

"Oh dear God," Kim uttered. "I can't believe that that one was better than the other one you gave me. I like having you inside me."

"I agree. I can't think of anywhere else in the Universe I would want to be than right here, right now, with you. I'll even stay here forever if you want." We remained coupled as we petted, smoothed and kissed some more. Kim finally cuddled into my chest and we just snuggled together with her still atop my body.

When I deflated and fell out, I pulled Kim up next to me so I could kiss her again. She was still cuddly yet passionate. I administered to her breasts and nipples some more, and then I took my right hand and started to finger her moist pussy again. She responded well.

I lowered my head to her cunt and much to her surprise licked and sucked at the juices coming from her. "Oh," she said, "I've NEVER thought of anyone doing that. Are you sure?" 

I took a large sample of our combined juices into my mouth and rose up to her, nodding for her to open her mouth. I gently kissed her, allowing a little of the joint fluid to flow into her mouth. I could feel her tasting the sample. I gave her a little more; then she pulled my head to her and opened her mouth wide. I shared all I had with her.

"We taste good," she finally said after we'd finished our wet kiss. "Can I have some more?" I went back to her well as she described the taste. She said, "I can taste both of us on different areas of my tongue. I am muskier than you are right now. You have a slightly sweet and oak like flavor." I gave her another deposit and savored some myself.

"You sound like you are grading a fine wine," I said to her finally. 

"Yes," Kim said, "I think I am. We'll make gallons of this stuff and bottle it up and sell it as a rare and exotic perfume. Haute women all over the world will dab our fluids behind their ears and over their breasts to have that just right odor and to attract just the right guy."

"Pheromones," I said. "My wife used to tell me I had a lot of pheromones. I know it's something that moths have to attract other moths. People are supposed to have them too, in varying degrees. She always thought I had a lot of them. I always seemed to attract women. Maybe that's why you're here with me now. You succumbed to my pheromones."

"Whatever it is, I've fallen in love with you," Kim said, kissing me deeply.

"I hate to bring up a sensitive subject," I said suddenly, "but we didn't use birth control. Was that alright?"

"Yes," she said, "I'm on the pill. My instincts tell me you haven't been sleeping around very much. When was the last time you did this, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

"About four years ago with my wife, before she got really sick," I responded quietly. "Just her for the decade before that. Sometime I'll tell you about what our life was like the decade or so before that one, but not tonight." Kim looked curious but let the comment pass; I reached over and turned off the bedside light, leaving the only light coming from the partially closed curtains.

We both made bathroom trips. I asked, "Do you want me here or should I go?" Kim pulled me into the bed, kissed me tenderly, cuddled into me and pulled the sheet up over us. I was in heaven, an unbelievable heaven. Sleep overtook us quickly.

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I awoke but didn't move; the room was lit by sunlight coming through the curtains that were only open about a foot. I opened my eyes and Kim's sleeping form was next to me, sheet askew so that her breasts were exposed. I just starred at the beauty of her face and form. What a perfect individual. I sent love thoughts to her. After a few moments her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me; be still my heart. "I love you," she whispered.

"And I love you," I said as I leaned in a kissed her several times. "Hate to be bore, but what's your schedule for today?"

"I have appointments all morning and a lunch. I'm probably free after one or two o'clock," she replied with a yawn and seductive stretch. "What time is it?"

"Seven thirty. I'm your devoted slave for the rest of my life," I said and kissed her some more paying particular attention to her breasts. She kissed back and hugged me to her naked form. I hardened.

"I should start getting dressed now if I'm going to make my day on time. How about a rain check on what seems to be developing here?" She asked teasingly.

"OK, but no reneging. I'll make good use of the time." I jotted my cell phone number on a slip of paper by her phone. "Call me when you're done and I'll come running." I slipped my shorts and sport shirt on, stuffing my underwear and sox into my pockets, kissed her once more, and slipped down the hall to my own room to shave, shower and dress.




The Pilots Ch. 01



I had just finished dressing when I heard the rap-rap-rap on my door. I opened it to find Kim standing there in a business suit looking very professional and all business. "Wow!" I said, "I would do business with you in a moment." 

She slipped into my room and plastered her body against mine. "I just wanted to be sure you remembered me," she said. She kissed me several times, her face up-tilted to mine.

I said, "As you go through today remember that you are loved. Not in any conventional way, but in a very unconventional way. Feel that love with you all day long. Know that whatever you are doing that love is with you. Know that whatever decisions you have to make I'll love you. And, know that I can't wait to see you again so I can love you some more."

She smiled and the two of us walked out in the hall after checking to be sure no one else was there. I did want to protect her professional reputation.

In the elevator we were at the back as it became a local and stopped at most of the floors on the way down to the mezzanine, where we could get a continental breakfast. Kim quietly pinched my bottom between the eighth and seventh floor. I never respond to mashers.

The conference breakfast was abuzz with activity. There were clusters of people everywhere, most carrying small plates and eating bagels, juice and coffee. I bid Kim au revoir and we headed into the maelstrom separately. I found an old client and soon we were chatting about the outcome of some planning work I'd done for them. I spotted Kim with several others having an animated discussion. I sighed silently.

At 8:50 am a bellhop walked through the breakfast area ringing chimes to indicate that we had ten minutes until the conference breakout sessions started. I said goodbye to my friend and headed to a session on solar technology. I not only wanted to hear the session, I wanted to befriend the speaker to see what his consulting needs might be. The rest of the morning went about the same, multiple sessions, sliding in and out of the backs of rooms, sampling session after session, collecting reading material in this room and that.

I headed to the conference lunch with about 800 of my closest friends. Again there was a keynote speaker, however, I didn't think he was near as good a speaker or as inspirational as Kim was the day before. Kim, I knew, was in the hotel restaurant doing a deal. I made some good contacts at lunch and gave away a lot of business cards. All in all I was happy the way my networking was going.

I was standing in the hall talking to two geothermal experts when my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. I excused myself from the group and answered the phone. Kim's cheery voice said, "Are you ready to play hooky?" 

I said in my best professional tone, "Why yes, what a pleasant surprise. How are you? Haven't talked to you for ages." I gestured to my friends that I was going to slip away and we nodded goodbye to each other. I strolled down the hall holding the phone to my ear. "Where are you and what do I have to do to find you?"

Kim said, "Well, if you'll look a little further down the hall you'll see a good looking chick just waiting for someone to entertain her in lewd and lascivious ways the rest of the afternoon." I spotted Kim down by the elevators. She moved to head upstairs. I took the next elevator.

I rapped on her door and she opened it and pulled me to her. "Oh, I've missed you all morning. I have had one of the most productive days of my life. I've sold more business than I think I'll ever be able to deliver. Everything went my way. Everything is going my way." She put her arms around me and kissed me.

"Do you still have more business to conduct today?" I asked, "Or are you free to play and enjoy life."

"No. No more meetings today," Kim said, "but I do have one important thing I have to do. We have to do." With that she started to undo my belt buckle and zipper, reaching into my pants and grabbing my cock almost before I could respond. 

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Oh yes," she replied, "Never more sure of anything in my life."

We undressed each other with a sense of urgency. Seeing her naked body in the light of day was a marvel. Her nude body was spectacular, bumps and curves in all the right places. I bent and sucked on her breasts bringing her nipples to erection; meantime she worked on my erection. 

Kim then announced, "I started thinking about making love with you in the elevator this morning and I've been wet ever since. I don't want foreplay; I want you in me right now." She pulled me to her bed.

She pulled her legs back and spread them, giving me unfettered access to her vagina. I bent and kissed her clitoris; she jerked slightly. I then rose and inserted my hard penis through her wetness into her and started a slow, rhythmic pumping. Kim sighed and locked her legs behind me, pulling me to her for a kiss with lots of tongue action. She was right; she was sopping wet.

We made love, mad passionate love, tender gentle love, and all the shades and hues in between. I maneuvered Kim into that space where she was triggering off little climaxes every minute or so. Each time her body would shutter and I would feel her contractions around my prick.

Finally, I could hold off no longer. I let her know I was "inbound for a full-stop landing." Kim said, "Cleared for the approach and landing, Mister." We both ratcheted up the pace of our thrusting and she started to roll her hips, pulling my cock into her in an unusual and very stimulating way.

"Oh Wow!" I panted as my orgasm started. There was a squeal and moan from Kim at the same instant. I thrust several more times, very deliberately, into her and then my ejaculate started to fill her chamber. She was cuming too; our backs arched in unison again and she used her legs to pull me deep into her as our thrusting ceased. Our mouths locked together in a passionate kiss.

Eventually we rolled to our sides panting wildly; I was worried I was crushing her with my weight. "Don't worry, I'll let you know if your bothering me," she said with a smile and kiss. I remained as deep in her as I could be for several minutes after our love making ended. Then Kim started to flex her vaginal muscles and I could feel my flaccid dick being expelled with each of her contractions. She had a mischievous look on her face as she watched my reaction to her antics. Finally, I flopped out along with a deposit of our combined juices.

"If you work on those muscles you could propel rockets into space, you know," I said as I kissed the end of her nose. "Plus, who's going to sleep in the wet spot?"

We played with each other for a few minutes, enjoying our stickiness and nudity. I think she would have gone another round, but a man of my age is not as resilient as he used to be. I mentioned this fact to her. Kim said, "Ah, what we need then is some activity that qualifies as foreplay and recreation, while we give this a rest." She stroked my limp appendage.

I held her at arms length. "So what's your pleasure? Might you be interested in going to the beach?"

She said, "You're kidding, right? There's no beach near here."

"No," I said, "The beach is only a little over an hour or so east of here. If we leave now we can swim, walk, run or whatever over there and be back here for dinner or we could eat over there."

"Let's go. I haven't been to the beach in years and I love it." She hopped up and started rummaging in her suitcase. "I even have a swim suit in here somewhere." Finally she held up several pieces of cloth that couldn't possibly cover very much skin. "Here it is," she announced.

"You're dripping, dear," I commented, nodding to her very damp pussy.

"Oops," she said as she grasped her groin and shuffled into the bathroom. "A girl has got to watch herself around you," she yelled out.

I got up and joined her, taking the damp washcloth from her to clean myself. "I've got to change. I'll go back to my room. Knock on my door when you're ready." I gave her peck on each nipple. She liked the action.

An hour and a half later we parked along the waterfront in Cocoa Beach. Condominiums ran along the oceanfront as far as the eye could see both to the north and south. Nonetheless, the beach was fairly deserted. We left most of our stuff in the car. We lathered up with sunscreen, grabbed a couple of towels I'd borrowed from the hotel, and started walking south away from the pier that appeared to be more honkey tonk than either of us wanted.

Kim was wearing the little brief bikini and I had on my manly swimsuit. She had on a matching gossamer skirt that made her look sexier than if she'd had on only the bikini. And then there were her breasts, held only slightly by the two small triangles of designer cloth with strings behind her and around her neck. I kept leering at her even though I knew what delights there were beneath. She laughed at my arousal and she admitted she relished her ability to make heads turn, and turn they did as we walked along.

We held hands, we walked arm in arm, we poked in the sand for shells and sand dollars, we waded, we swam, we kissed, we pressed our bodies against each other and told each other how loved they were, and then we did it all over and over again. I think we walked about four miles. Any further and I would have had blisters; I wasn't used to walking on the sand. 

After we got back near the car we spread our towels and lay side-by-side still talking. Kim told me more about her business. This year it was going to be over a $70 million dollar business, but it was growing at about fifty-percent or more per year. She could grow faster but she couldn't find the talent and skilled workers fast enough. She had a pretty low debt, good credit and was the sole owner, not a bad place to be. Even better was the excitement in her voice when she talked about it and what she was doing. She was living the vision she'd painted for the energy industry.

She got me talking about the management consulting work I'd done and was involved in. I'd migrated from technology consulting to management consulting twenty years earlier. I worked with several dozen large Fortune 500 and FT1000 companies to help them redesign their business processes, develop new strategies, implement major changes in their businesses, and come up with innovative and completely new ways to operate. More recently I was helping companies set up internal groups to do the same thing within their own organizations. For the past five years I'd specialized in energy providing industries particularly those that offered the promise to wean the world off of oil and fossil fuels. Most of my work was in the U.S., but some was in Europe and Japan. I guess I got pretty excited when I talked about my work too.

After Kim and I roasted in the Florida sun for an hour on each side we decided to leave the beach and go back to Orlando, clean up and find a romantic spot for dinner. We left the beach about six thirty, were back at the hotel by seven thirty, and sitting in a booth in Tiffany's holding hands at eight thirty. Tiffany's was a five-star restaurant specializing in their romantic ambiance. Kim looked radiant; her normal warm glow was enhanced from spending part of the afternoon in the sun. Somehow she'd made her hair look as though she'd spent hours getting it just right. The rest of her looked exactly right too, particularly the sexy black sheath dress and spike heels she'd pulled from her suitcase.

Kim leaned forward in her attentive way and engaged my eyes, "OK. Now we have some uninterrupted time and I want to know what you meant yesterday when you were talking about your relationship with your wife a while back. If I connect the dots with some of our earlier discussion I am guessing she had another lover."

"Oh you are perceptive," I said in astonishment. "Yes, that was exactly the case. After we'd had our discussion about rules, love and support, and having what I guess you'd call an open marriage, Mindy fell for a guy she was working with; they fell for each other actually. Before anything happened she came to me and asked permission to pursue the situation; I explained to her that she didn't need my permission, she needed my love, support and trust and that I freely gave these to her. I admit I had to work on my own jealousy; I think jealousy is a conditioned response by the way. That passed quickly as I came to know John and his motives.

I went on, "John joined our marriage for a while; he'd just gone through a divorce. I liked him almost immediately. We talked about our values and what was important and he agreed with them. No, more than that, he became a disciple of them and found, as I had, that life is better when you make them a way of life. Mindy and later another young woman named Loren were the beneficiaries of the love John and I gave them. Unfortunately both of them had to move away, in different directions."

Kim said, "Keep talking, this is fascinating. So this was a foursome for a while?"

"Yes, but Loren had to move to the west coast. She runs the west coast and pacific-rim operations for CTC – Computer Tech Corporation. When she was with us outside Boston she'd just started to move up the ranks as a high potential employee. She's married now and has some stepchildren. We helped her grow and move out of her comfort zone and accept the risks that her new jobs gave her as she moved up the ladder. Loren also didn't love herself too much when she came into our lives; we loved her and showed her how to love herself."

I went on, "John got recruited away from the Boston area about a year and a half after Loren moved away. Mindy, John and I were a threesome for that time, yes, a ménage å trois. We both loved Mindy very much, but Mindy and I came to realize that John needed to break with us and find his own base in life; we didn't feel Mindy and I were his long-term home. John eventually re-married. He had two sons from his first marriage and I think he got a couple of more step-kids when he married. As with Loren, the intimate side of the relationship ended when the frequent proximity to each other ended. Mindy and I went back to a relationship that at least externally looked pretty conservative; we still held the love and memories of all the times we shared with our friends."

"So all this ended about ten years ago," Kim asked?

"No really more like twelve years ago," I said. "Sometimes it seems like it was all like yesterday. The emotions we shared were quite intense at the time. We talked a lot to be sure we were on track with each other too. We wanted to be sure we kept going in the same direction."

"What did you get from the years you were in those relationships?

I started, "They went on for over three years. I've thought about it a lot. I was very naïve and lived in my comfort zone almost all the time. I'm an engineer by training and relationships had been a mystery to me before we started to talk about them and redesign our life around a new set of values and philosophies. John and Loren moved me out of my comfort zone and opened my eyes to the infinite possibilities that love and sharing can bring. I'm more aware of the responsibilities I bring to a relationship than I was before too. Love is not selfish; I used to think it was, at least in part. We'd talked about creating and being responsible for your own happiness before John and Loren came on the scene; in practice, though, what I learned about besides how to do that is love and empathy. You don't need to solve a loved one's problems by changing radically but you do need to sympathize. There a fine line in there."

Kim said, "You are a mind blowing individual. I haven't thought so much about relationships since I was asked to go steady in the tenth grade."

"I tell you all this," I said, "with a little fear that you'll get up and walk away, that I am too unconventional in my thinking, too out of the box. You should know that I live in the box a lot, but I've been outside enough to know what's out there." I shot her a sheepish grin.

Kim leaned in and kissed me. "No, you haven't lost me, in fact, quite the opposite. You are so deep in some areas I've barely even thought about. I know my stepsister June would love to talk to you about this sometime; I think your philosophy is very close to how she is living her life. I could talk to you about this for hours and hours and never be satisfied. The discussion about our business today was the same; I hated for it to end. As far as I'm concerned we need to build in more and more intimate time when we can talk without interruption, without a conference hanging around."

"Good idea," I said. "Today is Thursday. The conference ends tomorrow with the lunch. What are your plans for the rest of Friday and the weekend?"

Kim said, "I was going to fly up to Camp Forge, Pennsylvania to see my stepsister but she'll understand if I cancel. It's not a family event or anything. She'll be curious as all get out and I can deal with that later. What do you want to do?"

"I want you to come up to Amelia Island with me. My home's there as I told you. Come and we can play for the weekend. I haven't even been in the house a month; I've been living out of the condo I have in DC since I have two active clients up there. That was where I flew in from on Tuesday afternoon when I met you."

"You're on," Kim said. "I accept." She clapped her hands with glee and kissed me again. I was really getting used to all this affection. I think she was too.

We went back to the hotel and made mad, passionate love to each other twice I'm proud to say. We fell asleep in each other's embrace and awoke to each other's love. Kim and I went separate directions again in the morning, meeting associates, talking to clients, doing deals, and trying to do deals. I saw Kim at another luncheon table near where I sat; she had an attentive audience to something she was saying. I had trouble taking my eyes off of her. After lunch there were a few mundane remarks that closed the conference, and then the meeting was adjourned.

We'd both arranged for late checkout from the Intercontinental, so after lunch we gathered our luggage, checked out, put our bags in the car and headed to the general aviation side of the airport. We both settled our accounts and I went over with Kim the route up to the Fernandina Beach Airport, familiarizing her with procedures for transiting Jacksonville International, the runway layout, traffic pattern, and location of the FBO. We pulled her Jeppesen chart for the airport and I penciled in some key points. We both filed IFR even though the weather was VFR. A few minutes later we each picked up our clearances from ATC and started our engines.

I took off first so I'd be on the ground when she arrived. She could spot my plane and head for the FBO and parking area a little easier that way. I went from tower frequency to departure and heard Kim's voice pop up on the frequency about three minutes behind me. We'd agreed to monitor 122.7 Mhz in case we wanted to talk but all we did was just briefly say hello over that channel. Kim heard my handoff to Jacksonville Arrivals and followed me a few minutes later; then I was cleared for the visual approach into Fernandina Beach Airport. Kim followed and a few minutes later we cancelled our IFR flight plans, landed, and taxied at the airport. Kim parked where I'd indicated.

I knew the airport staff and was warmly greeted. I'd left a car at the airport. I pulled the car from my hanger to near where she parked, walked back and pushed my plane into the hanger and closed the hanger doors. We put our luggage in my car. Kim said she was impressed with my Florida car; it was an old Porsche 944 I'd had for over twenty years. I introduced Kim to my friends at the FBO and helped her check in, a job made easier since she was staying with me and they had all my contact information. 




The Pilots Ch. 01



My Florida home is on the ocean. Neighboring houses are close by, but we have mutually allowed the vegetation to grow thick and lush between our homes so each one seems like an isolated oasis. I explained to Kim that we'd bought during a real estate downturn about fifteen years prior and gotten the property at a song; we'd built when rates were low and builders were crying for work.

Kim was blown away as we pulled through the electric gates into the circular driveway off of Route A1A. The two-story home is superbly landscaped and presents well. Front to back there is a lot of glass; as we went up a few steps to the front door you could look through the house and see the ocean over some dunes about three hundred feet away.

Kim kept saying, "Wow!" I explained to her that I called this my "Wow House" because all my visitors always walk in and go "Wow". I gave Kim a walk through of the house, adjusting the air conditioning, hot water system, and turning on some of the circulating fans as we went from room to room.

I saved the master bedroom to last. The suite is an octagonal extension from the house with four wide floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean. The glass is one way, no one can see in. The king-size bed is situated so you can put up the shades and lie in bed and look at the ocean. It truly is one of the most spectacular rooms I've ever been in and it's mine. The living room and family room share the same view. An oversized swimming pool graces the back deck; you can be in the pool and also see the ocean. The house is built around the backyard. All of these are some of the "Wow!" factors that Kim responded to.

I pulled Kim to me and kissed her. She responded and said, "Shouldn't we shut the blinds?" I explained about the one-way glass to her. From the beach and even the pool deck all you saw were mirrored reflections. The glass gave privacy and also helped with the air conditioning.

Kim threw herself into my arms and started to undo my sport shirt. I was equally enthusiastic about removing her blouse and slacks. Soon we were hugging in the nude, my erection rising to meet her wet mound. We rubbed together and let our passion build. Kim pulled me right over to the window and stood in a very exposed way to the few people walking on the beach; she waved frantically but no one paid her any attention. She plunged back into my arms, kissed and then we went to the bed, tossing the spread into a pile on the floor as we got in next to each other.

I suggested that I pay special homage to her pussy being that it was National Pussy Week. Kim admitted that she hadn't seen the announcement but thought that we should honor all such holidays. She reclined against the pillow looking out to sea. I lay between her outstretched legs and slowly began a tantalizing and amorous assault on her pussy, initially with my tongue and then with fingers and tongue. I gave the whole area little butterfly kisses and breathed hot air on the key parts of the area. While I did this I reached up with alternate hands and kneaded her taut breasts. Kim moaned and held my head, directing me in small increments to various nearby parts of her anatomy. We were both in seventh heaven.

After about ten minutes of this I suggested that she close her eyes and give in to the pleasure. She quietly closed her eyes. I talked to her about love and how beautiful she was in mind, spirit and body. I increased my attention to her clitoris and her G-spot. Her breathing intensified. She made a series of little moans each a second or two apart from the next, and then she came with a small ejection of girl fluid into my mouth. She squeezed my head between her thighs as the exhilaration swept through her body. I occasionally tongued her clit as she floated back to earth; each time I extended the attention to that part of her beautiful body she twitched from head to foot.

Gradually she opened her eyes to rejoin the world from her transformative experience. She gave me a tender smile and pulled me up so we could kiss. After a few moments of my holding her gently, she ran her tongue down to my breasts and nipples that are extremely sensitive and then down to my pubic area, circled in little dots and dashes around the area, and then inhaled my semi-erect cock. I hardened immediately.

I watched as she did amazing things to me. Now she had me twitching and moaning. Finally, I pulled her up and said, "Straddle me. Let's make love." She inched her way back up my body, licking my nipples again. When she was in position over me she slowly lowered her moist cunt onto my cock. Penetration was a celebration of our love. We did not rush the thrusting even though I think we both had inclinations in that direction. Instead we turned the experience of our union into a tantric meditation focused not only on sex but also in making our union more intimate and expressive about our love for one another. We talked and whispered to each other.

We extended our love making to a half hour and then to an hour. I had not cum but Kim was able to experience several 'mini-orgasms' as she called them. I was certainly stimulated and hard as we experimented with the tantric techniques and a number of positions. Finally, Kim told me that she wanted me to cum inside her; that she was ready for the welcome event. We kissed yet again and we turned so she straddled me again. She stroked my chest with her erect nipples and allowed me to suck them, now harder than I had been doing.

My sucking and biting of her breasts triggered the muscles in her moist tunnel to begin their contractions and spasms. I thrust deeply into her, meeting the increase in her pelvic thrusts into me with equal energy. I know we could both not only feel but also sense the orgasm of our mate; we had reached a connection that was not only physical, but also mental and spiritual as we made love. 

The explosion of my body fluids into her body was no surprise. Kim exploded at the same time, flooding us with her ejaculate on the outside as I did the same deep inside her body. We looked longingly and with love at each other. The ocean surf crashed in the background.

We lay together for over twenty minutes not saying a word to each other. We were alert and attentive but just silent and meditative. We kissed often and fondled frequently. Finally Kim excused herself to go to the bathroom. I followed a few minutes later.

"Put on your bikini and we'll walk the beach," I suggested. She agreed. 

In five minutes we walked the boardwalk over the dunes and down to the wide ocean beach in front of my home. Looking back at my home from the beach one now saw the row of expensive homes of which mine was just one. 

We strolled hand-in-hand in silence for a long distance. Kim was deep in thought and finally said, "Our making love back there," she gestured over her shoulder towards the house, "was the most beautiful experience in my life. We touched each other on so many different levels it was …" she paused searching for a word, then found it, "scary. I've never had that kind of out of body experience. You did that to me. It was wonderful but scary. Wow!" She pulled me to her lithe body and kissed me oblivious to the other people walking the beach and admiring our love.

"You rocked my world too," I said. "I've never done what we did before – an hour. I wouldn't have believed it was even possible for a man to do that, particularly a man my age. You excite me in ways to you can't imagine. You talk about levels – yes, you excite me on many, many levels."

We walked some more in thought. Kim finally said, "You're worried about our age difference aren't you?"

"Yes, but it's more than just my age," I admitted. "I'm twenty years older; I know I shouldn't worry about it but I do, even if fifty-three is the new forty-three? Somehow I think I won't live up to your hopes and expectations for a partner and that I'll lose you because I'm too ancient. You're young and athletic; as I get older I'll be even less resilient that I am now, especially in the sex department. Hell, I'll die years before you even start to get old. That's been my biggest worry since last Wednesday. I'm scared too and I don't know what to do about any of this except brood over it all, which I've been doing whenever we're not together. You caught me out just now."

Kim hugged me and looked into my eyes, "Nothing I can say or do will make you feel adequate except to say 'Thank you' for what you've given me theses few days and in particular the last two hours."

She paused and hugged me again; "I should share my big worries with you. You've arrived; you are where I want to get to in my life, in my career. I mean you have this wonderful house on the beach, a place in Maine, the condo right in downtown DC – and next to Lincoln Center, wow! I'm blown away and I'm even intimidated by it all. I'm thinking how can ever achieve such greatness in my life, have the toys I want, and make the kind of contributions you've made?"

She glanced at me then went on, "More importantly, you have such wisdom and have done such deep thinking about life and relationships and family and all. It scares me to think about it. You've got answers to questions I didn't even know existed! I feel like a kid. I'm not worthy to even be in the same room with you. I'm not near your equal; I'm so far behind racing to catch up."

I offered, "Well, that's what twenty years bumping into the right obstacles will get you, as well as the balls to charge $800 to $1,000 per hour as your billing rate. You end up with possessions, and while they're nice they're not a light in my life like you are for me. I don't see you as a kid and it's not a race. Take your time; enjoy the journey. I can see by the look on your face that there's not too much I could say to you to make you feel adequate right now is there?"

Kim shook her head "No." We just smiled weakly at each other. I was suddenly at a loss for words. I was wrapped in my own insecurities. I mean here was the this most beautiful young woman that I had fallen for and even as we stood in the sand I could feel her slipping away from me.

Finally I said, "Can we learn to live with our inadequacies? Can we create a relationship here – the two of us?" I looked at Kim and she had tears rolling down her cheeks. She clutched at me and just whispered, "Oh Ron, Oh Ron." I was starting to choke up too. In that brief instant we knew we'd lost each other.

We walked back to the house in silence still holding each other. I'm the one that didn't feel worthy. The sun was gone from the sky leaving only a rosy hue as the evening twilight fled. The eastern sky above my home was almost dark when we reached the house. 

We cleaned up, dressed to the nines and I drove us down to the Amelia Island Plantation for drinks and dinner. Our dinner conversation was "neutral." We strolled around the resort after dinner talking about nothing in particular and everything in general. We stayed away from the sensitive subjects we'd found in each other's lives including our relationship. I remained at a loss for words. I know we both had a million to tell each other but nothing came out. I couldn't think what to say to hold us together. I was glad it was dark; the people we passed couldn't see the tears in my eyes.

We made love again back at the house but it didn't reach the intensity or touch us on as many levels as it had earlier. We cuddled and slept pressed against each other throughout the night. I took comfort in it and I think Kim did too. In the end it was wistful thinking on both our parts. Nothing had changed by morning.

When I woke up I knew Kim was leaving; she wasn't going to stay the full weekend. She packed and I drove her to the airport and helped put her luggage in her plane. We kissed goodbye. I told her I loved her and then she was gone into the sky. I stood and watched her plane takeoff and bank to the north and then climb until she was out of sight. I sighed and drove back to my empty home. I cried a lot that day and the next. I grieved my loss.

I convinced myself that I was right about the age thing. Twenty years was too great a gap. I was ready to wind down my career and she was just starting hers. She was a go-getter, I'd already gotten. She wouldn't have wanted me making suggestions to her throughout her life; I had all this "wisdom" I'd called it. What good was it?

Further, I figured I'd grossed her out by telling her about the foursome and ménage a trois that figured so prominently in my life when I was just a little older than she was. What was I thinking to share that with someone I'd just met? To her I am just a dirty old man with kinky sex habits.

And then I beat myself up over my wealth. I had to admit I was trying to snow her with the car and houses and all. I overdid it. I scared her. She'd even used those words; "it was scary," she'd said.

And then there was my own insecurity. Women don't like insecure men; I shouldn't have shown weakness. I should have been the rock for her and her insecurities. But I am the way I am, and she should have loved me just that way. Love is forgiving, especially unselfish and unconditional love. Or is it? Was my basic philosophy of life and love all wrong?

I moped around through the start of the following week. I finally flew up to Washington and lived out of my Watergate condo. My clients were tolerant of my heads down attitude that week. I told them I had a lot to do to keep adding value to their projects and this was just one of those weeks when I was in "production mode." The problem was I kept moping around the week after that and the week after that and so on. I think I hid it well though.

I tried to call Kim a couple of times but either I hung up before the call was completed or her secretary told me she was too busy to accept calls today. I had the feeling she'd told her not to take calls from me. I finally stopped. I wasn't exactly sure what I would have said. About four months after she'd left I had a bad crying jag one last night, and then steeled myself to life without Kim. 

To be continued in Part 2.



The Pilots Ch. 02



This is Part 2 of a two-part story. You should read Part 1 if you haven't already otherwise all this will leave you with lots of questions about who, what, why, where, when and how. I hope you enjoy the story. Please vote and send me your comments.





The Pilots Ch. 02



I pistoned into her body, accelerating my thrusts and lengthening my stride. I was near too. I gave up trying to hold off and elongate the encounter. Kim held me and rolled so that she could come up over my body; she rubbed her breasts and erect nipples across my chest in a very erotic gestures. "I'm spelling out 'I love you' with my tits," she said.

As she finished the "you" I came. Kim felt my urgency and she climaxed as well. There were the moans and the crying again and the pledges of infinite and eternal love. We held each other and kissed wildly, our tongues dancing inside of each other's mouths with renewed passion and happiness. Then we just held each other tightly; Kim lay on my chest even though we were coupled.

I happened to glance at the door to the bedroom; June had been standing there watching us. She'd hiked her skirt up to her waist and was masturbating as she'd watched Kim and me make love. She wasn't wearing underwear, her eyes were closed and she was in the final stages of reaching her own climax. I nudged Kim to look in her direction; she smiled. We were silent.

June panted as her climax arrived. She leaned against the door jam and after the climax visibly passed she allowed her body to sink and slide down the door jam until she was seated on the floor with her hand still lightly massaging her clit. She opened her eyes slowly, adjusted her skirt and gave us both a silly grin. We had made no move to cover up our naked bodies and were still coupled together -- my cock in Kim's pussy. June's show had given me some renewed interest in our sexual connection; rather than deflating I was inflating.

June eventually spoke, "I'm sorry for any embarrassment. I got back early and couldn't resist being a voyeur. I could hear the two of you making love up here so I snuck up to peek. I wanted some of that too, and it just seemed the best thing to do was, well, attend to myself." She gave us another silly grin from her seated position then hid her face in her hands. "Oh, I can't believe I just did that."

Kim held her arm out to June and said, "Come and join us." June hesitated as she rose. Kim added, "And take those silly clothes off. We're setting a fashion trend over here, no clothes allowed." Kim leaned in and kissed me tenderly; "You don't mind do you?" I was a very surprised guy. I shook my head "No", of course.

We watched as June stripped her dress and bra off, casting them into a pile on the floor. Her body was as equally magnificent as her stepsister's was. The arousal factor was mind blowing; I really hadn't softened since my climax inside Kim's warm tunnel a several minutes prior. 

June crawled into the bed and cuddled up next to Kim and me. Kim was still straddling my hips and I was still inside her. Kim leaned over and kissed her tenderly. She whispered, "I've never kissed a woman like this before and I've certainly never been a lesbian."

June said to Kim, "One day does not a lesbian make; besides you already know I'm bisexual. I'm just perverting you." She leaned up and kissed Kim again, then leaned over and kissed me, dragging her large breasts and nipples across my arm as she did so. That single touch by June's body, particularly her breasts as she'd kissed me, made me harden into a steel rod again. I pumped slightly into Kim who tightened and relaxed her vaginal muscles in response.

"Make love to my sister," Kim whispered to me. "I want to watch. I want to share you with her." Kim rose and I fell from her pussy along with a dollop of our mixed juices. Kim turned me towards June, holding onto my cock as she did so. June looked at Kim and said, "Thank you. Thank you sharing your true love with me." Kim led my cock straight to June's luscious pussy.

I moved between June's legs and in a series of small thrusts sunk into her body. June threw her head back and gasped, "Oh God. Oh God. Oh thank you Universe." I started an in and out motion with my cock. Kim moved to June's breasts and sucked on her nipples, raising them to be erect thimbles of steel atop her firm globes. I leaned down and sucked on each of them as well. June was in heaven at the attention, arching her back as we over stimulated her.

I pumped in and out of June's pussy as Kim alternately held June; kissed and licked her breasts; and fingered her clitoris. June was writhing and thrusting her hips into me. We changed positions several times; neither of us was in a rush to climax. We were enjoying the feelings and sensations. Kim asked me to vocalize the differences between them; I talked of the different feelings of skin textures, pussy hair, tightness, agility, rippling muscles, womanly lubrication, and hip thrusts, and of course the different firmness of their breasts and look and feel of their nipples. Finally, after half an hour of the three of us loving and kissing but with me constantly thrusting into June, her back arched and she gave a colossal moan and thrust into my body, and she climaxed. The spasms of her cuntal muscles triggered my climax and I filled her tunnel with my jism. I had just made love to two women within minutes of each other -- and they were sisters! 

I pulled June to me and held her tight; Kim wrapped her body around both of us. We were all loved -- deeply by one another.

The emotions of the late afternoon and evening had run so high we were all exhausted. We all dozed; taking little catnaps when we weren't smoothing or attending to the others in our midst. Finally, Kim announced that we all had to eat and further that we were going out to eat.

We took turns in the shower, dressed and then headed out. We ended up sitting outside in the warm night air at Bandito's Mexican Grill. We all had wine and ate too many chips and salsa. In the end though we were happy. We went back to Kim's home.

Kim pulled us all back to her bedroom. She stripped the two of us and we helped her shed her shorts and top. When we were nude, we made love again. The stepsisters were more attentive to each other this time since I figured I could only fire off once more; that proved to be an accurate prediction. They became expert at bringing each other off. We all worked up a sweat even though the air conditioning was on. Eventually someone turned out the dim light we'd had on in the bedroom and pulled a sheet over the three of us, our eyes shut and we slept wrapped in each other's arms. 

In the morning I awoke to find Kim's eyes open and looking endearingly at me. I smiled back at her and she leaned in and kissed me. We both had tears of happiness in our eyes. June was sound asleep, even as we snuck out of bed and downstairs, carefully shutting the bedroom door so our talking and sounds from elsewhere in the house wouldn't wake her. We were both nude.

When we got to the kitchen, Kim pulled me to her. She bent down and sucked my cock into her mouth. She came up and commented that I still had the flavors from the three of us on my dick and that she was going to have me for breakfast. She sucked again until I hardened. I pulled her up, kissed and massaged her breasts then we passionately kissed. Kim hopped up on the kitchen table and I entered her pussy with my cock. I started a rhythm guaranteed to bring us to orgasms in only a few minutes; we had a sense of urgency about us. We were carrying the love we pledged to each other the day before to a new day.

June appeared in the doorway, also nude. She came behind me and rubbed her naked body against me as I fucked her sister. The sensation and visual images of the moment were too erotic and too graphic; I came with a gusher as they say. I filled Kim's pussy with splash after splash of semen. Her legs wrapped around me, she pulled her body into the air as her head went back, and she came with one large sigh and highly audible moan. I felt the squirt of her girl juice coat my pubic area and run down my leg. I really wanted to lick that for breakfast.

As we returned to the world, June kissed my neck and said, "Oh, you started without me. I'm glad you two are so happy." She hugged us both. My mind was thinking lewd and lascivious thoughts; I had two busty, nude women hugging me. One of them had my cum running out of her vagina and down her leg; I had her cum all over me; and the other wanted me to fuck her. I tried to conceive of how heaven could be better than this; I couldn't.

Kim started the coffee maker and poured us each an orange juice. "We have to keep our strength up; after all we're going to be fucking all day and all night long again." She grinned over her shoulder at the two of us. My cock stiffened slightly.  

We pooled our talent and made scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. After we'd eaten in Kim's breakfast nook, with towels underneath those of us that were leaking, we went back to her bedroom. I let June seduce me. I worked on her delicious cunt for about thirty minutes, eating and sucking her nectar and delivering several orgasms to her. She pulled me up and asked me to enter her; I pulled her over me and had her lower her pussy over my cock. I penetrated her and I could watch her face brighten with delight at the entry; I could also reach with hands and mouth to her breasts and erect nipples. She was actively thrusting onto my cock. 

After several minutes of her robust up and down motions, she announced that she was near. I was too amazingly. By agreement, we said we'd cum together and we did. Her muscles triggered my orgasm or was it the other way around, no difference. We both had ecstasy overtake us and transport us to the heaven. We became one with the universe for those few seconds. It was wonderful. Kim lay beside us watching and touching and smoothing and encouraging. We all hugged when we were done then Kim went down on June, sucking the combined nectar from our intercourse into her mouth; she moved up and shared it with her sister who appeared to relish the mixture. They kissed and fondled in June's afterglow. 

I returned from the bathroom to find the women leaning against the headboard; Kim was cradling June's body. They both looked luscious. I leaned in a licked each woman's slit, using my tongue to trace many letters of the alphabet in, on, or near each woman's clit. They closed their eyes and savored the sensations I was delivering.

I announced my need to run an errand; they looked puzzled. I explained that the dramatic increase in need for my cock in this house necessitated that I get some Viagra. An hour later I was back from the nearby CVS drugstore with an emergency supply; fortunately I had a prescription on file and the pharmacist was able to find it on the computer and fill it for me in North Carolina. The pills helped Kim meet her goals for the rest of the day.

We scrounged lunch from Kim's refrigerator, made love again, had a snack in the mid afternoon, made love again, showered, and went out to dinner at the Spotted Dog. We were in no rush so we lingered over drinks and dinner a long time. We were a happy threesome out for a night on the town. I noticed some looks from guys at other tables; I think the question they'd formed in their minds was something like, "What's a older guy like that doing with two gorgeous young women that obviously adore him? I bet he's going to be doubly lucky tonight." I was.

At dinner, I kept asking June about her living arrangements in Camp Forge. Kim apparently knew and had a smirk on her face wondering how her sister would answer my questions. Finally, June laid it all out on the table. She was part of a five-some! I was blown away. She was married but they were in a polyamorous relationship with another couple and a woman. They had houses next door to each other. June, her relatively new husband, Jim, and the woman who had been her boss for a while worked for Alperion; Trish the other wife in the group super-commuted to Boston and ran part of a large ad agency; her husband Bob was a management consultant and traveled a lot.

June explained that the concept of unselfish and unconditional love and open marriage was not new to any in her Circle of Love, as she called them. She commented that Trish's husband was even writing an article about the Circle for Literotica. They'd all read and studied the subjects of love and open marriage for a long time and were well versed on them. They were living proof that you could build an extended family around such a set of principles and philosophies, and have a happy and harmonious time of it. I felt I'd met a soul mate.

I was impressed and expressed interest in meeting and talking with her Circle sometime. She said they'd have us up to Camp Forge sometime over the summer.

We settled up the bill, went back to Kim's house, made love one last time as a threesome, and then slept for a little while. Kim, June and I agreed that we'd wake up early on Monday morning and that I'd fly June to Camp Forge so she could get to work. She'd called and arranged to have one of the people she lived with meet her at the Camp Forge Airport, another small general aviation strip, and take her to work. I figured a little under two hours to get her there from Chapel Hill. The weather looked kind. 

After I dropped June off in Pennsylvania, I was then going to Washington and spend two days and an evening doing some client work and collecting a bunch of stuff, including my laptop and then I'd come back Tuesday evening to Kim's home. Kim had said she wanted to talk to me about parts of her business and some strategic moves she was facing. I said I'd be glad to help.

Thus, Kim, June and I were up at five o'clock in the morning and scurrying around Kim's house packing. Kim followed us to the rental car agency and we dropped the rental car off, pushing the keys through the mailbox slot as we'd arranged. She drove us to the local airport where there were lots of hugs and kisses, and a few minutes later June and I were airborne and headed north. 

I asked June more about her Circle of Love in between my conversations with air traffic control. I was pleased to find it had been going on for almost five years and was going strong. She said they were all devoted to each other and open minded about meeting other people where individual growth or a novel personal experience would result, particularly those that could be shared within the Circle.

ATC routed me around the Washington airspace, handed me off to Philadelphia Approach Control, who then gave me vectors straight into the Camp Forge airstrip. We were on the ground within five minutes of my estimated time. We taxied in and stopped and both got out and stretched our legs. June waved frantically at a woman she saw standing beside a car near the other end of the airfield's parking lot. The woman got in and drove up to our plane.

"Ron," June said, "I want you to meet Jan; Jan meet Ron. You two should kiss; you're both my lovers." She then went into a small fit of laughter at the expression on my face. Neither Jan nor I was intimidated by June's introduction, thus we did move into an embrace and warmly kissed one another with full body contact. Jan was a great kisser; I think she liked me too.

"I feel privileged to meet a member of June's Circle," I said hugging her. 

Jan warmly smiled. "Well, it's a great pleasure to meet Kim Winslow's lover and more recently June Caldwell's lover," she said casting a humorous glance at June. "I assume from the happiness I see on both of your faces that the reunion went rather well this weekend. June has kept us well informed over the past month or so about her plans to reunite you with her stepsister."

"Oh, things went better than just all right!" I said animatedly. I patted my heart in a gesture indicating that my heart had flown away. They both smiled.

"I'm so glad," Jan said as she hugged me again. "It would be ashamed to lose you from the extended family since, from what I hear, Kim and you are so philosophically aligned with the values and thinking we've done up here with June and the rest of our family."

I smiled and held her at arm's length. "Well, June says we're going to get an invitation to visit with you a few months. Kim and I want to talk to you about your relationships and how you've made them work so well."

While we'd been talking June had pulled her small suitcase and tote bag from the back seat of the plane and put them in Jan's car. She returned to us. Turning to Jan, she said, "I hate to be a bore, but I should be at work like five minutes ago."  

"OK," Jan said turning back to me, "We'll have to continue this when you come up, and both you and Kim should consider this an official invitation from all five of us to come and stay as long as you can. We want to include you in our Circle in whatever way you are comfortable. We can have long discussions about the whys and wherefores of our lives. We've gotten pretty good at it by now with the few people that know about us. We don't broadcast how we live, but we don't hide it either."

Jan and I kissed goodbye; she gave me a more passionate response than I expected. I was pleased; she was a very attractive woman who obviously knew where she wanted to be in life.

I turned to June to say goodbye. June threw herself into my arms almost knocking me off balance. We hugged tightly and then she gave me a deep French kiss and a bunch of smaller kisses all over my face. "Oh," she said, "I love you almost as much as Kim does. I can't wait for us to get back together again." We kissed again and she whispered in my ear, "And I can't wait to have you cock buried in my pussy again; I really liked that." We parted and she had a big grin on her face. She pecked my lips once more and was gone. She'd given me a hard on.

The two women got in Jan's car and pulled away from the plane. I waved goodbye and then got back in the plane. Forty-five minutes later, following a circuitous path around Dulles Airport, I landed at Washington Executive and taxied to my home hanger. An hour after that I was in my condo at the Watergate; an hour after that I was in a conference room at the Department of Energy giving a briefing about the financial stability of the companies in the geothermal segment of the industry. I spent the day with them; after all, they were paying clients. I wondered if they noticed how happy I was.

As I left DOE's offices on Independence Avenue, I pulled my cell phone out and called Kim's office. Her secretary answered and asked who was calling, I gave my name. This time I felt like I'd announced she was sweepstakes winner; I heard a little squeak of joy and then she said, "Oh, hold on a minute. She's in a meeting but I know she wants to talk to you." 

In less than a minute Kim picked up the phone. I said, "This is some guy you met in Orlando a few months ago. I want to tell you that I am truly, deeply, madly, sincerely, and all the other adverbs you can think of, in love with you. I hope you've felt my heart sending you messages of love all day long."

"Oh yes," Kim said with glee in her voice. "I've missed you too and I love you back. Where are you now."

I explained about my meetings at DOE and my solo dinner plans. I also briefly told her about meeting Jan. Apparently Kim had met Jan several times on visits and such. She had a high opinion of her and her professional capabilities. We agreed we'd talk later in the evening. Since Kim was running a crazy meeting schedule that afternoon I suggested she call me when she got home. She said she would.

I headed back to my condo from DOE thinking that I had nothing serious to eat at home. I headed into Fresco's Gourmet Italian at the Watergate, having a couple of glasses of wine and some clams linguini at the bar. Both were wonderful. I headed home.

My cell phone rang about nine o'clock. I picked up and said, "Hi Darling."

"Oh you sweet talking guy, you!" Kim uttered in a fake southern accent. "This is your phone sex call of the evening. I think you ordered something like this earlier."




The Pilots Ch. 02



"Yes," I said, "I guess I did. How was your day other than all the phone sex calls you've made?"

"Business before sex I guess. OK. I did a small deal today; I bought another company that's been able to up the efficiency of their solar cells by ten percent by using a rare earth element in their crystallization process. Want me to go on?"

"Only with the phone sex part," I said. She laughed.

She did go on about business for a few more minutes. At my prodding, she listed the ten issues she was dealing with at her company -- TransSolarium Inc or TSI as she called it. I told her I could help her with most of them and that we'd start working on them when I was there on Wednesday. She was happy about my ability to contribute.

The phone sex part of our call was great. It turned out she was lying naked in bed running her hands over her breasts and nipples and paying particular attention to her pussy. I stripped and got on my bed as well. I described in detail my approach to dining on her fine delectable pussy. After a while, she moaned and vocalized her climax to me.

Kim then described how she would give me the perfect blowjob, including a tongue by tongue and stroke by stroke description of her assault on my cock. She also provided me some descriptive reminders of our weekend together, including some of her sister's contributions to the orgasmic bliss we'd given to each other for two days. I jettisoned my load into a Kleenex, telling her how good my orgasm felt.

We talked a while longer about getting together. We were both exhausted having gotten up so early after having been awake fucking so late and so many times the night before. We pledged our love to each other and both of us went to sleep.

I spent Tuesday day at the Department of Transportation talking about CAFÉ standards -- corporate average fuel economy, and their impacts on energy consumption, alternative fuels, hybrids, and in particular on DOE. DOT was also a client but, amazingly, actually worked in harmony with DOE on this stuff.

About four o'clock my meetings ended. I retrieved my car from the pay lot on the corner and drove to Washington Executive airstrip. I was airborne in forty-five minutes, spending most of that time waiting for a clearance to Chapel Hill. The weather was just bad enough that I couldn't go VFR.

I had called Kim with my cell but got her secretary and left a message with my ETA just before I took off. When I landed in Chapel Hill, Kim pulled her sedan up next to my parked plane. "You chariot awaits you. And, I am your devoted sex slave for ever and ever!"

"Now that's the best offer I've had all day," I said as I scooped her into my arms and rained kisses all over her face and neck. "Hello Sex Slave," I said; Kim kissed back and thrust her pelvic area into mine. I developed a lump in my pants again.

We drove to a small bistro on the edge of the University and had some wine and dinner. Kim was telling me about how dynamic some of the issues in her company were. Finally, on the second glass of wine, she ran out of steam and relaxed. She had a silly grin on her face that signaled she was ready to park the problems of TSI at least until tomorrow morning.

I said, "I have a potentially embarrassing question to ask you; you decide whether you want to answer or not." She nodded and leaned forward. "Had you done what we did with June before? I don't care if you did. I'm just curious. And, oh yes, were you OK with me making love to her over the weekend?"

Kim laughed and kissed me. "No, I'd never made love to her like that before and you could have asked me in front of her. When we were kids we'd compared our anatomies, and we often saw each other naked or nearly so. But we never touched. She's two years older and tells all you should know. She told me all about losing her virginity and then about each of her relationships -- in detail. Anyway, I grew up knowing her sexploits including her life with her lovers in her 'Circle'. I know the sexy details; it's very loving and can be very erotic. Thanks to you I understand it all better than I did. I have a lot to learn though." She smiled.

"As for last weekend," Kim went on, "remember I asked you to make love to June. I meant it. We've been so close that I felt warm and giving by sharing you with her."

"But we'd just found each other after so long a time," I said. "I just don't want you to think …"

Kim interrupted, "I don't think anything other than that you love me -- truly, madly, deeply I think you said last night. I accept that. I also know that you love June. It's part of your make up and mine to share and love other people. This is our unselfish and unconditional love. You've made more of a convert out of me than you'll know." We kissed again.

Kim reflected a moment then added, "I expect that when we visit with the Circle over the summer there will be opportunities to love other people. We can look forward to being with June again and perhaps others in her Circle. June called me earlier today; you should know that she's in love with you too," she paused, "and I'm not a bit jealous." Kim smiled lovingly at me.

"Is Jim, her husband, OK with that or hasn't she told him?" I asked.

"Oh, she told him what a tender and generous lover you were," Kim said. "She said he was glad you'd taken such good care of her over the weekend. He wants to meet you, in the nicest of ways. By the way the guys in the Circle are not bisexual; they're comfortable in each other's presence, but that's as far as it goes. Based on what you've told me that'll fit your preferences."

"Are you comfortable with your new bisexuality?" I asked.

"As far as it goes," Kim laughed. "Right now that extends to my stepsister. It's almost incest but not quite. Even if she were my full sister I'd feel all right with what we did. It's all about loving each other and I do love her. I have a new dimension, a new way to love her now that wasn't there before and I am grateful. I can even say 'Thank you Universe' for what I learned this weekend."

We held hands and lingered over our dinner conversation. Kim suggested I call June and tell her that I love her. I pulled my cell phone out and Kim dialed for me. June answered and I told her about our conversation and that we were both thinking loving and nice sexy thoughts about her and wished she was with us again. We could feel the glow over the phone as we passed it back and forth. Then we rang off, paid the bill and headed home.

We made beautiful love that night. We were very tender and sweet with one another. Our moves were made to titillate and stimulate each other. We didn't rush. Our orgasms were extended and oh so enjoyable. Afterwards we ignored our fluids and stickiness and just cuddled together until we fell asleep in each other's arms. We both knew we were loved and at the center of the universe.

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I awoke the next day to the feeling of erect breasts rubbing across my chest. I didn't open my eyes right away; I lay there, smiled and savored the experience. Kim knew I was awake. When I felt her lips wrap around my cock and inhale my essence into her mouth my eyes shot open. 

She played with me for a few moments. I made to include her more actively in our sex play, but she separated from me just long enough to say, "No, just you." I conceded the point, layback, and let Kim bring me to orgasm. I realized how erotic and sensual it is to watch someone else masturbating you and sucking you into her mouth and even deep throating you from time to time. She was nude as well as I must admit that the sight of a naked female, particularly one giving me a Class A-1 blowjob is stimulating as all hell. My climax was noteworthy but only reduced my horniness index from ten to nine. She came and kissed me deeply after my orgasm; I offered to return the sexual favors but she said she was fine and wanted to wait until the evening. We cuddled for a few minutes then Kim said we ought to think about going to work. I conceded that point too.

It was 6:30 am. I stripped the bed and put the linens in a wash, then came back and joined Kim in the shower. We kissed a little and I thanked her for my wake up call; I promised to return the favor whenever she was ready. I suggested on her desk around mid morning. We dressed, ate, drove to TSI, and I started to learn about Kim's company in great detail.

The next three days were a whirlwind of meetings and interviews. I wanted to really understand TSI, where it was, where it was going, and what its potential was. I also wanted to compare it to a number of other energy-related companies I knew. I spent all day Thursday with Kim's Chief Financial Officer, Ken Wheatley. Kim said she really trusted his ideas and judgment. Friday I spent closing gaps and making a series of calls to friends in a number of other companies as well as to a first cousin at Goldman Sachs.

Kim had agreed to wait until Friday afternoon for my assessment of TSI. Our evenings for the week were similar to Tuesday evening after I arrived. We went out to dinner around Chapel Hill then went home and made love. We were taking turns waking each other up with an erotic wake-up call: my receiving a blowjob or Kim awakening to having her pussy licked, sucked and kissed to climax. At work, we both had smiles on our faces. Deb Haywood, Kim's assistant told me she'd never seen Kim so happy and she'd been working with her for over two years.

Friday afternoon I suggested that Kim, Ken Wheatley and I meet from four to six o'clock. We gathered in the conference room and I spoke. "The reason I want to talk to the two of you is, well, Kim it's your company and I see a lot of potential here, but it'll take some financial moves to implement some of my recommendations and that's why I wanted Ken's input." I turned to Ken and he nodded his gratitude for being included. 

"Here's the bottom line. Kim, I want TSI to buy two other companies right now. The cost will be around $60 to $80 million and they're both willing to sell to someone like you. They are Geo-Therm International out of Little Rock and Electric Breezes out of Denver. I'll explain my reasons in a minute. In six to nine months I want TSI to do an Initial Public Offering or IPO of forty to fifty percent of the company, with you retaining majority control for the time being. Before that I want you to round out the Board with the people you want to be sure have a voice in your company and I want you to be sure you've issued shares to those you want to share in TSI's future wealth. After the IPO, I think TSI should use some of its cash to buy two more companies, one in tidal power generation and I think I know a candidate in the U.K., and the second in photo-voltaic technology -- there are several around but I think we should go after one in France or Russia."

Kim and Ken were both nodding and leaning forward in their chairs as I outlined my proposals on a whiteboard. I explained my rationale and the details about my plan to them, giving them the case for action, my vision for the company, and some detailed steps about how to make some of the things I was recommending happen. Ken was particularly worried about the IPO until I explained that I'd already talked in confidence to my cousin at Goldman Sachs and he was waiting for us to make the next step; he said they could probably sell the entire offering in one hour and probably at record prices over evaluation. The purchase of the two small companies right off the mark was to help in boosting the evaluation and attractiveness of TSI's offering. The second two purchases were to round out the portfolio of non-fossil fuel technologies the company was manufacturing and help position TSI internationally.

Kim loved the ideas, Ken agreed, and over the next few months the three of us set about changing TSI. Kim asked me to be on the Board and gave me a block of shares to make it worth my while. Over the next few weeks I contacted my friends at Geo-Term and Electric Breezes and negotiated a fair price and terms for them and an advantageous deal for TSI. The management teams remained in tact and both leaders joined our Board.

We took a week in July and flew up to my camp near Stratton, Maine. The "camp" is actually an all-weather, five-bedroom home on a beautiful lake in the mountains. We also brought up June and her husband Jim; Jan, the sexy close friend I'd met a few weeks earlier; and Bob and Trish Knight that sort of started the Circle of Love. The seven of us spent the week relaxing on the lake, telling stories, sharing philosophies, extending our thinking with each other, playing golf, hiking, swimming, reading, eating and drinking exotic creations we took turns making, and making love to everyone else that was there. 

Every one of us had a smile on their face all week long while we were in Maine. Bob said he'd write another story for Literotica about our weekend together and post it on their web site; he had us all reading stories from that site aloud to each other one night -- it was an arousing evening; every one of us got horny and made love with at least two other people.

We ferried the visitors to Maine back to Camp Forge on the following Saturday afternoon. Kim and I stayed with them that night, making love and sleeping with June and Jan; Jim had joined Bob and Trish for the evening.

Sunday Kim and I flew down to DC and prowled around Washington. It was a hot, muggy day and we just walked around a lot of the touristy spots in the City and enjoyed being with each other. I think I kissed Kim a thousand times and told her I loved her about the same number. We stayed at my condo at the Watergate Sunday night and then Monday morning the two of us took Kim's plane and flew to Teterboro Airport. We took a car into the City and went to Goldman Sachs and set up the IPO; the IPO was to take place in January just after the start of TSI's new fiscal year. That afternoon we flew back to Chapel Hill and went to TSI. Things were in place for big and bold moves.

Nine Months Later

So much has happened in these few months I barely know where to start writing again. First, let me tell you that Kim and I are as in love with each other as we have ever been. As I'll explain in a minute, we've been able to spend an increasing amount of time together and this has pleased both of us. We've also spent a lot of weekends up in Camp Forge with June and her Circle of Love; they are our dearest and closest friends and lovers. 

TSI's meteoric growth continues; much to our surprise sales topped $300 million for last year and including our new companies we expect to more than double that this fiscal year. We have a very healthy order book and are scrambling everyday to increase production without sacrificing quality or service.

We had the IPO in January; the initial offering was announced at $25 per share. The price of oil skyrocketed to $92 per barrel the week before the IPO, so on the day of the IPO shares were bid up to over $225 per share and it has gone up from there. We were ecstatic. What this meant was that on paper Kim was the country's newest billionaire, yes, that with "b". She's been sort of numb since. The other shareholders, including myself, all made out extremely well in the sale. In round numbers June and I, as well as Kim's parents ended up increasing our net worth by about $180 million each. Kim moved up to Chairman and named Ken Wheatley, also a newly minted multi-millionaire, as the President. She focusing on long term strategy and growth of the company while Ken runs day-to-day operations and keeps the customers happy.

Kim and I humored ourselves and bought a corporate jet -- a Learjet 400 that is plush and will carry pilot and copilot, plus eight passengers. Kim and I both went to jet school on and off from January through March in Marietta, Georgia and got type rated on the plane. It has long-range tanks on it so we can fly non-stop to or from Europe or do Alaska to Tokyo in one hop. We've been to Europe about once a month. While we added a crew to TSI's payroll, Kim and I do a lot of the piloting and, yes, we've joined the mile high club; I'll have to write about that some day.

We helped the Circle of Love design and start to build a luxurious home outside of Camp Forge, Pennsylvania on a 300-acre tract of land. It's under construction and the main house should be finished in about three more months. Kim said it was a late wedding present to June and a gift of love to the four other people we love and have learned so much from in the Circle. I should add that June is pregnant for the first time. Everyone knew she was coming off birth control so either Jim, Bob or I could be the father; we can't wait to see who the baby looks like. Everyone is ecstatic about the event.

I went to Crescent Ridge, Pennsylvania and met Kim's parents at Christmas time. They were moving into a new home and we helped them with the move and lots of little home projects. Her Mom and Dad are about ten years older than I am, yet I felt like I was about sixteen years old and asking if I could go steady with their daughter when we met. They were both very engaging and soon put me at ease. I'm now considered a member of the family and feel comfortable talking with both them anytime. I was surprised at how freethinking Kim's Mom and Dad were; they were supportive of June and her lifestyle and certainly supportive of Kim's relationship with me. I felt a lot better after we'd left knowing they not only approved but also supported our love.

Right after we got rated in the jet, Kim and I picked up both of my daughter's families and we flew everyone to Aruba for Spring Break -- there were nine of us including my three grandchildren. Kim and my daughters got along famously; my kids, both in their twenties, were becoming a nag to me to meet someone and get in a serious relationship again. They're amazed that Kim is so beautiful, so talented and, more recently, rich. The fun topic of conversation was that if we got married they'd have a stepmother just a few years older than they are; we all laughed over that. My daughters and their husbands were stunned and over the moon when I announced that we were planning on starting a family together; Kim even has that rosy glow that might signal that we've already been successful in our seed planting activities. 

I still spend some of my time consulting and Kim spends a lot of her time being Chairman of a company that might have a gross of over two billion dollars in five years; we keep doing acquisitions. Nonetheless, we have made strict rules on the amount of time we'll tolerate being away from each other. Yes, a rule, but we both set it and it's sort of flexible. We've been playing and enjoying life more than either of us were before we met. We use the jet a lot; it's taken us around the world to places we'd only dreamed of seeing. Best of all though, it always brings whichever one of us is away back home.

Oh yes. I gave that keynote speech at the Energy Futures Conference where Kim and I had met. That year it was in Colorado Springs. We flew our jet out to attend and say hello to our old friends in the industry. Then we flew down to Amelia Island and spent a week just walking the beach and making love; it was actually a delayed honeymoon.

A Happy Ending