The Pilots
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 43: Thanksgiving
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 43: Thanksgiving - 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
The Circle did Thanksgiving a week early in November. Several members were going to be away over the official holiday to show the flag with other family. Bob was headed to Omaha; Patti, Debbie, and Heather to different parts of Florida; my daughters and their spouses to Maine and Virginia to their spouses parents’ homes; Darren and Ally to her parents’ home in Maryland; and Jake and Tori to near Pittsburg to her parents’ home. Darren had closed his club for the holiday weekend.
Penny, June, Kim, Jim, and I were a family unit and decided to stay at Acre Woods for the long weekend. With us would be Jan, Vanessa, Greg, Sawyer for the actual big dinner, and others seemed to have commitments over that weekend and especially that day near our Pennsylvania home.
Vanessa played chef, giving out instructions and recipes to Penny, June, Kim, and Jan for parts of the dinner. I chided her for not including the men, so she put us in charge of clean-up, and given the size of the meal for the smaller group and the number of side dishes, there were a lot of things to clean-up. Much of that work was done before the meal even got served, as pots and pans or utensils used in the preparation were no longer needed.
I was asked to give the Grace. I cheated and went on ChatGPT, the artificial intelligence program, and had it write me 400 words that I could use. The short blessing that it produced brought tears to my eyes it was so poignant. It addressed the gratitude and brotherhood of our group and of mankind; laced through that a serious underpinning of love; and then returned to the gratitude theme. The words weren’t religious, they were spiritual and probably the best words that I’d ever spoken aloud.
We ate small portions of everything prepared for two hours. Some of the side dishes counter-acted the tryptophan that the turkey would deliver, so we remained alert and not sleepy after the meal. I openly told Vanessa that she was one thing on my of things to be thankful for. She glowed with appreciation and the others agreed.
Over dinner, Van gave us a progress report on the restaurant. The parking area had been paved, and the interior of the house reduced to the studs with some walls removed completely. The architect was there about every other day directing the creation of the new space, the shoring up of others, and the rebuilds, replumbing, and rewiring of the place.
Trish reported that she and her staff had a whole marketing campaign laid out, except for interior photos of the new restaurant. They’d start rolling that out about two weeks prior to the opening in various media. Unlike many start-ups, Kim and I had pledged enough money for a serious PR campaign that would go on for months. Van’s cooking was so good and so addictive, I worried about the place being overrun my decadent customers.
I did have one idea for Van; namely that she create a cookbook with her favorite recipes, photos, and such, and then self-publish the tomb to add to her revenue stream. She liked that idea.
TNA went on a vastly reduced production schedule for Thanksgiving week. We had little going on that couldn’t be done remotely, so Kim started the week by taking her FAA check ride for her multi-engine rating. She passed, of course, and we cheered to have that behind her. The next hurdle we wanted to jump was getting the jet rating for the Challenger 350. That hurdle was a lot larger than anything we’d done before in the aviation area.
Bill, our lead pilot, had come to us one day to say that he wanted to drop out of working for us. He wanted more frequent flights than we were providing, even with some official company stuff also adding to the mix. We could understand that. He did say that he’d hang on until one or both of us got our ratings, and that he’d be glad to be our ‘co-pilot’ as we logged in some practice hours. He also recommended that Sheila takeover as our lead pilot. She knew of his visit with us, but had no similar aspirations. She liked our arrangement and the pace of our flights.
On behalf of Kim and myself, I volunteered to find us a flight school for our quest in the 350. We could go the Flight Safety International in Orlando for our upgrade to jets and the type rating for the Challenger.
Shortly after Kim’s successful run at the ME rating, we took the jet to Camp Forge for the Thanksgiving week and weekend, Bob immediately sought me out for some ‘a couple of things’. First off, he commented about the shortage of bedroom space when everyone showed up for a weekend evening and then wanted to stay over. When the Circle was at the two houses across town, there were at most seven members. Now, the number was up to twenty-four, with reasonable balance between men and women, and the expectation for occasional visitors.
Bob wanted some money to fund the build-out of the third story of the mansion, adding ten more bedrooms with ensuite bathrooms. I knew instantly that he had a great idea, given the growth in the Circle and the many new members that wanted to stay over, if not live in the house. I told him to give me a week’s notice and I’d have a check to him for the project.
Bob then hemmed and hawed, and I figured there was something sensitive he wanted to say. I smiled in a warm manner to encourage him.
Bob said, “I wanted to talk to you about Vanessa. I know you’ve been working with her as a kind of project, and I hope we’ve been helping with our interactions with her. Some of those changed the past week – at her instigation, but I went along with it ... but I thought you should know.” He looked at me, as though I understood perfectly what he was telling me. I had no idea.
He sighed, “Vanessa and I made love this past week. She and Jim also were together one evening – the entire evening.”
I broke into a smile, “THAT’S GREAT! And even better that she initiated the couplings. All this means that she’s healing and getting near the end of her pain. I doubt she’ll ever forgive her ex-husband for her treatment, but now she’s letting us ‘in’ and that means she accepts our love with trust and reciprocity.”
Bob looked relieved at my reaction. He added, “I don’t know whether she did anything sexually with her, but she spent some time one evening with June. I think they just talked.”
I nodded, “Great. She needs girl buddies. The last one she seemed to have was her ex’s side piece, and that woman ended up putting ideas in his head and encouraging him to use Van in degrading ways. Her nemesis. At this point, I think we can just let her set the pace in which she interacts with each of us, or whether she decides to participate in our weekend after-dinner parties. I’ll go out of my way to spend some time with her and be sure she’s on track. Thanks for keeping me informed.”
I did duck into the kitchen where Van was working on dinner. I gave her a hug and kiss and got a hero’s reception from her. She liked me. She volunteered, “I need to tell you something,” she said, suddenly with worried look.
I nodded and smiled. I figured she was going to confess.
Van said, “I did some things with some other men in the Circle while you were working in North Carolina. I had sex with them.”
I rubbed her back gently. “Did you feel some love for them? Did you like how they treated you? Were you happy and are you still happy afterwards?”
She hesitated, but said, “I do love them. I love everyone in the Circle and you especially. Kim and June, too. I’m glad I did what I did.”
“Good,” I said. “You should never have sex out of a sense of obligation to someone. That’s ‘guilt sex’, and only one of several kinds that you could have. Stick with the ‘loving sex’ because you feel that way about somebody and you’ll do just fine.”
We hugged and kissed again, and then a timer went off and she had to tend to something in the oven. I left her. I hoped to connect with her later, even to make love. She was sure an attractive and nice young woman.
When I went in the living room, Debbie was there pacing with a sheaf of notes in her hand. She was mumbling to herself, posing a question and then answering it. We all knew that she was taking the check ride for her private pilot’s license the next morning. She was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
I hugged her – again, and tried to build up her confidence. “You’ll do great. You know this material better than just about any other student that’s ever taken this exam. I see your competence, but you’re worried. By tomorrow at this time, you’ll be an official pilot.”
In a shaky voice, she said rapidly, “I hope so. I hope so.”
I suggested, “One thing to do, is to show some confidence to the examiner that you know what you’re doing. As the saying goes, ‘fake it ‘til you make it’. Don’t get cocky, but do have confidence.”
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