The Pilots
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 32: Imbalance
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 32: Imbalance - A chance meeting between an older gentleman pilot and an accomplished younger woman pilot triggers a relationship that starts rough builds into long-term partners. They build a remarkable business and launch it into the public domain. Their loving connections with a larger group flavors their lives through romance, polyamory, sex, family and lesbian sex, and creative lovemaking.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Saturday morning, I awoke to someone kissing my flaccid cock and stroking same with several fingers. I got sucked into a mouth, and the tongue in that mouth then made highly arousing motions around the mushroom cap on my shaft. My benefactor then added suction and more stroking. I groaned.
I thought this was Kim, until I opened my eyes and saw my fiancée sleeping beside me with her back to me. I lifted the sheet and looked down my body. Penny looking up at me with an expression that betrayed her horny mindset. I didn’t say anything and I also didn’t want to blow off first thing in the morning. I wanted to keep my powder dry until later in the day or evening.
I gestured for Penny to come up and she did. She whispered, “Can we make love?”
I teased, “We can, but not now. I’m still recovering from last night. Give me a little more rest time.”
Penny looked disappointed, so I kissed her again.
“You have running gear?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Suit up. The weather looks nice. Let’s see how we do on a little jog.” I paused and whispered, “Kim, do you want to join us?”
A voice arose from the supposedly sleeping form, “No, but thanks for asking. I’ll go out later with the others. You have fun. You two can fuck again if you like as far as I’m concerned.”
Fifteen minutes later, Penny and I went out the door of Acre Woods. I led her on a jogging tour of the acreage near the house, showing her the outdoor pool that was still closed up, the patio, fire pit, the corral and stable, and some of the other areas of the estate.
After our circuit, I led Penny down the long driveway to the main road, and then we jogged to the small group of shops that comprised the downtown area of Camp Forge. To say ‘downtown’ seriously overstated the size of the hamlet. The one asset there was a coffee shop.
I pointed as we neared the café. “Coffee?”
Penny said, “I have no money?”
I did. I always carried $20 on my runs, just in case. We got two black coffees and sat just inside the door so we didn’t smell up the place too badly. I suspected that both of us also still carried some sexual aromas from the night before. We hadn’t showered.
I said, “Tell me about Penny.”
Penny chuckled. “Okay. Like my daughters, I was a bit of a wild child and tried to keep my parents from finding out about that side of my life. At home, I was a goody-goody, helpful to a fault and the doting daughter. Let me out on a date, and I was a fucking machine that thought nothing of putting out for my date and anybody else that came along.
“I went off to college and met Hank. He loved me regardless of my foibles and predilections. He and I fucked liked bunnies, and we forgot about something important. I got pregnant with June. Hank graduated, but he also thought that he should serve his country, so ‘we’ joined the Marines. We got married and over that summer, I followed him around the country while he was in basic training for the rare opportunities that we could be together. Once in a while, he’d set me up with a friend, and I liked him all the more.
He shipped out for Afghanistan and I went back to college, with my parents’ help. They were forgiving of my pregnancy and the situation we got ourselves in. I also worked on campus. Kim arrived but I kept trying to make ends meet. I never saw Hank again. He came home in a coffin and I cried a river of tears for months.
“I dropped out of college and went home. God bless my parents for taking me and Kim in. I mourned for many months, and then was determined to restart my college career. I signed up for Pre-Med, oddly enough. I wanted to be a doctor. I even thought that I’d go to a war zone and be medic to rescue lives like Hank’s.
“I met Tom on campus, and my sex life restarted. He was a vet. I told him about my past, and the next I knew we were swingers and I was the slut of the campus again. I loved it. Tom loved it. We got married and pregnant, in that order, and Kim came along. We were active in the lifestyle through our graduations, and then while he worked on his master’s degree, I trained to be a dental hygienist. I even fucked some of my instructors, not for grades but just for the hell of it. Remember, I’m the original slut.
“About the time Kim turned eight and June was ten, I answered the door one evening about dinner time. The sheriff stood there with a clergyman next to him. They didn’t even have to say anything. I knew instantly that I’d just become a widow again. I slumped into puddle on the floor and cried for six months. Tom had been T-boned by a red-light runner on the way home from work. At least, the other guy had died, too. I would have killed him, if he hadn’t.”
I mumbled, “Fuck, that’s so sad.”
Penny went on, “It was a bad time. I was broke, had two young children, and at least I had a job cleaning teeth, but it wasn’t enough. We’d been living paycheck-to-paycheck on our two incomes. My parents were pretty well gone and broke by then, too. I then worked and worked, but I got deeper and deeper into the shit as each month went by. A year later, I’d maxed out three credit cards, and couldn’t see any way out.
A friend introduced me to Bart. He was a divorced man, and I should have tried to figure out why. Instead, I saw him as a path to sanity and stability. He was making good money. We dated and I put out. He responded, and then asked me to marry him. I said, yes, of course. I had no other option. He was nicer then, and people said he had potential. He helped with the girls and shared responsibility for Joel with his ex-wife, but over time, particularly as my girls became older teens, he became stricter and more regimented in what he demanded of them and of me. Looking back, I realize that we could never please him.
“I did what I could to keep the peace and to placate Bart. My efforts were never enough, and the criticisms started and they never ended. Things got worse, especially after the two girls left for college. Neither wanted to be around their step-father, and I couldn’t blame them. I got that way, too.
“Bart was my third husband. I had it in my head that I just had to hold on, that things would get better eventually, that he’d change, that I’d eventually do the right things to turn it around. I got into a holding pattern; I think you call it as a pilot. If I left my third husband, I thought I’d never find another man.
“I started to avoid Bart, told him to get a girlfriend a few times, and I focused on getting fit and healthy. In my depression from that man, I’d gained over a hundred pounds. I was grossly fat. That just gave him more to bitch about. I’d become his fat slob of a wife. He was right, too.
“One day, I started a crash diet and exercise. I lost those pounds over a year, and then started on sculpting my body – something I read about in some magazine. I focused on different muscle groups, and foods to help in different body areas. This is the result.” She ran he hands down her sides, even emphasizing her breasts.
Penny said, “You heard the rest of my story yesterday. A few days ago, the alarms went off, the klaxons sounded, and I jumped ship. Here I am still in my life preserver wondering which way is up. The future is blurry, but it does NOT involve Bart. I am going to be in debt to Kim, June, Jim, and you to help me through the next year or two, but I will sort out my life. I have a track record of doing that.”
I reached over and squeezed Penny’s hand to show that I was planning on being part of her support network. “It’s more than Kim, June, Jim, and me,” I said. “Everybody you met last night will help you. The Circle is your backup plan, your support network. Not one of us will let you fail to achieve your goals and to restore you to wholeness.”