The Pilots
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Chapter 39: A Wedding and More Proposals
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 39: A Wedding and More Proposals - 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
Kim and I thought of the wedding as a big party wrapped around an intimate special event. We did write and coordinate our vows, and said them with love in our eyes for each other. Two-hundred-and-fifty of our friends, associates, and lovers looked on and then cheered and applauded as we finally kissed as husband and wife.
We lucked out with the weather, although the tent did get a little stuffy with the sun beating down on the top. Huge fans took care of the ventilation.
The whole estate was crawling with security. I teased Mace, one of our bodyguards, that there were more guys being sure we were safe than there were guests. Every guest had been vetted.
Because of Kim’s rising fame, the media were also there. After all, she was a newsworthy billionairess. I teased her that she was the queen marrying a commoner. Debbie took over managing the press and corralled their behavior into something acceptable. She’d also put together a long press release that revealed just about anything the public would be interested about either of us – well, almost.
We did the ceremony at four p.m., with all the pomp and circumstance. Kim looked radiant and her eyes sparkled the whole day, particularly after I was allowed to see her as she walked from the house to the arbor for our vows.
Breaking tradition, no one ‘gave’ the bride away. She was her own woman, a star billionairess, and we didn’t want to allude to her subservience or ownership to anybody – before or after the ceremony.
Penny, Kim’s mother, did come down the aisle just before Kim, and took a special position with the bridesmaids, however. She also effervesced the whole day.
The reception comprised of cocktails and hors d’oeuvres, and then a lavish dinner that Vanessa had organized with the caterers. I don’t think there was a person in attendance that didn’t rave about the meal as one of the best in their lives. Many wanted the recipes. I just happened to mention that our chef would be opening her own restaurant sometime in the near future.
What with so many ‘muggles’ around – the name that June had given to the people outside that Circle that wouldn’t appreciate the sexual part of our lifestyle – the Circle had a sexually quiet night. Everyone was consumed by the party in any case.
Our newest members were present, for instance, Ally and Darren. They both understood fun, and helped keep that atmosphere going with the people they socialized with.
We had invited Heather Watts, the real estate agent who had leaned over backwards in our search for and then purchase of Acre Woods – the Camp Forge estate. Heather was dressed to the nines in a linen outfit that hugged her curves, looked professional, and yet sexy. Heather was svelte blonde who’d originally been a brunette. She let that fact be known by keeping her darker eyebrows – a point that for me, made her look sexier. I was sure that Heather had also augmented mother nature with a boob job, and that also contributed to her rating at ‘hot’.
Heather had openly expressed her desire to join the Circle. During the time when we were looking at homes, she interviewed the Circle members about their feelings for various estates around the area, and specifically Acre Woods. During those chats, she picked up enough information to piece together the lifestyle of the Circle. She respected the sales process and didn’t make any overt attempt to join, but at the wedding she put on a full-court press, as they’d say in basketball.
Kim and I were circulating from table-to-table in the tent, greeting our guests and accepting their congratulations and good wishes. Most had abided by our ‘no presents’ policy and donated to a charity of their choice. Some did that in our name, and we got a card or note from the charity to that fact.
I could see Heather also making the rounds, and it didn’t take long to see that her primary conversational contacts were Circle members. I spoke to Bob after she’d spent some time with him, and learned that she was campaigning for a chance to belong to our fun little group. She let it be known that she didn’t even need space in the home because she had a condo nearby, but she definitely liked (loved!) all of us and wanted us as ‘intimate friends’.
Bob said, “Her approach wasn’t even veiled. She was pleasant but left no doubt about what she wanted. Personally, I like her. I think she’d be an asset to the group and nice to have around. I could even see her living in the house. We still have unoccupied rooms, even on the main bedroom floor. Should I encourage her?”
I chuckled, “You’re asking me if you should encourage her? My vote would be yes, but, like Kim, I’m newer to the Circle and still absorbing the ethos that you and the others at the core created.”
Bob shook his head, “You and Kim are as much ‘in’ as any of us, plus you’ve brought us a lot of new members – your daughters and their husbands, Debbie, and most recently Ally and Patti Arlington – you wedding planner that is around here someplace tearing her hair out about little details no one is noticing. We love them and they love us. As for Heather, I have to admit that she turns me on. Jim felt the same way back when he first met her.”
I said, “Ask her to some events, like cocktails, dinner, and ‘whatever’.” I emphasized the ‘whatever’ with air quotes. He laughed. “We can see how she fits in, whether the sex drives her running for the hills, and whether she rubs anybody the wrong way – not that something akin couldn’t be fixed.”
Bob nodded. “You’ll be coming back here from you honeymoon next weekend; I’ll see if she can join us.”
Later, I saw Heather and Todd dancing so close that I thought they were trying to crawl inside each other. He snuck a kiss at the end of the dance, and then turned her over to Scott. Yes, Heather was going to be in the Circle.
As a courtesy and to thank him for his help and backing for our hangar, and to build some goodwill anticipating some complaints about the jet noise, we had invited the mayor of Camp Forge – Sawyer Garrett. Everyone apparently called him Saw.
Saw was the son of one of the ‘in’ families in Camp Forge. I think his ancestors had welcomed the Indians that were in the area before Columbus arrived. Saw was a younger man, maybe late-thirties, and a hale fellow well met. He had political skills, but no aspirations to be anything more than he was on the township council. His real job was as the local insurance agent in the area. He had quite an operation with a couple dozen people working that part of life. He did arrive at the wedding with an agenda, however.
I pulled a chair up and sat down next to Saw. He said, “Besides congratulations, I have a question or request, perhaps. When we approved your hangar, we were also going to extend the runway so slightly larger planes could use the facility. I think we’ve all forgotten about that, and I’d like to revive that idea. Is that offer still on the table?”
I nodded, “It is. It’s a big deal. The FAA has to approve the extension, and there are minimum requirements for the thing. I don’t know the details beyond that. I’d be glad to help make that happen. We’d like it for the extra margin of safety it would give our jet. What are you thinking? Why?”