The Pilots
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 44: Christmas Ramp-Up
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 44: Christmas Ramp-Up - 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 were up in the morning to see Debbie off to meet her FAA Examiner at the Camp Forge airport. She’d calmed down some, but told us that she hadn’t slept much.
Two hours later, we learned that Debbie passed her check ride with flying colors. The examiner had her plane a trip to Syracuse, New York. She had to walk him through all the steps that she did to prepare for that trip, explaining why: weather analysis, route, NOTAMS, weight and balance, fuel needs, and so on. She even filed the flight plan, and then they got to the plane, did the preflight work, and started the trip. He let her get away from the Philadelphia terminal-controlled airspace, and then they canceled the flight plan and he had her do some maneuvers, and then fly him back to Camp Forge where he had her do two landings.
She was home at noon with a smile as wide as the state of Texas. We feted her with cupcakes that Van had baked especially for the occasion. Each treat had a little plastic airplane on top. Kim and I had gotten her a subscription to the Jeppesen charts that she’d be using in her instrument rating lessons and practice.
The Circle did their version of Secret Santa for the gifting process. People drew a name from a hat and that was the person they’d gift for Christmas. There was also a dollar limit that everyone would bust through for sure – one-hundred dollars. That way one of the Circle members didn’t have to shop for twenty-three other people unless there was some special reason. I drew Patti – our wedding planner. My new wife, Kim, was a different situation and so was Debbie, our live-in ‘sex toy’ as I called my second ‘wife’ to her delight.
Of course, I also had special presents for my sister-in-law and mother-in-law: June and Penny; and then there were my daughters. I had a pretty long shopping list.
Thus, for the next two weeks, I studied Patti to see whether I could discern any needs, her clothing preferences, colors, cosmetics, and so on. I came up with a list. Her cellphone was six generations old and the memory was full of photos. She needed better luggage for her trips to arrange weddings out of state. Her laptop computer was pictured next to the word ‘ancient’ in the dictionary and was one-step up from an abacus. She always quested after some new clothes. Yeah, I went overboard; but I loved her.
Kim and Debbie would get spa days, a raft of pilot gear, certificates at a high-end clothing store in Philadelphia, and some perfume and cosmetics. I got sexy costumes for each from Adam & Eve, as well as some sex toys such as a vibrating panty set. For my daughters, I planned to give each of them more stock in TNA.
Thanksgiving weekend had been the one-year anniversary of the TNA stock going public. Kim and I especially were amazed that the stock had risen over the year by a factor of twenty-five. We’d gone to market at $40 per share, and that weekend the stock was trading at near $1,000 per share. Several analysts had suggested that we do a ten-to-one stock split, and we did plan to do that after the start of new year.
While that was going on, I started managing Kim’s and my calendar for January and February so we could get training on the jet training and end with our type certificates. The best match-up for jet school appeared to be with CAE, an aviation training center, that specialized in the Challenger 350 and many other jets. They had a center in Orlando, that I thought would have better weather than some of the northern sites for that timeframe. I talked to David Serrow, the man who would be our lead instructor, explaining our key positions at TNA, and our desire for some kind of a condensed program.
David and I went over some ideas and decided on two concentrated weeks, include lead-in and -out weekends, to complete the upgrade. We’d do a week in late-January and then in late-February ending with the check ride. I coordinated the use of the jet with Bill and Sheila. Sheila ended up signing with them for some recurrent training in the plane. With Sheila and the plane also in Orlando, we’d have it available if needed for training during both weeks, plus the training center had simulators we’d be using.
David sent Kim and me Christmas presents: twenty pounds of books for each on flying jets rather than prop aircraft, and then the digital manuals on the Challenger 350. I think we have about 10,000 pages to digest and know cold for our own safety and to be competent in the new craft. The starter he recommended was Proctor’s book ‘From Props to Jets’. It covered flight characteristics, engine management, systems complexity, and instrument proficiency, to mention a few areas.
I briefed Kim on my progress and she was delighted with the arrangements. Even though winter had barely arrived, we were already tired of the dreary days and chilly temperatures. The school being Orlando, where Kim and I met, would be quite welcome.
Sheila, our first officer on our flights, stayed not too far away when we were in Camp Forge. I wanted to sit in the Challenger and get familiar with the controls and instruments. She had the access and agreed to meet me at the plane for an hour. We got there about two p.m. on Saturday.
I sat in the captains seat, and started to go over things: switches, dials, controls, indicators, wrapped around three sides of me. Sheila helped me the instrument groupings. Above my head were the environmental controls for the cabin, for instance. Except for a depressurization event, I could set ‘em and forget ‘em. Control of the interior cabin lights were up there, too. She then ran me through the pre-start and start-up checklists, and then one engine-out emergency checklist.
Sheila went over the breaker panel with me. There sure were a lot of them. Next, I knew I’d have to study the manual for the ‘glass cockpit’ instrumentation that formed the core of the navigation and monitoring systems – basically four large Pro Line 21 displays for their advanced avionics suite. Things were doubly redundant, Sheila explained.
Tucked in between some of the displays were a few of the old reliable ‘analog’ instruments that I used in my Cessna – the artificial horizon and flight director, altimeter, air speed, clock and timer, and the simpler engine monitoring systems. Below that, were the radios, RNAV and GPS keyboard and screens, gear control, throttles and some other engine controls, spoiler controls, flaps, fire control system, and the reverse thrust system. Above all that, Sheila explained, were a row of switches and dials for the autopilot, trim, and stabilization systems. Of course, the control yokes sat in front of all that.
Sheila knew terminology and the names for things that I’d never even heard of. The training would be a learning experience – like a drink from a fire hose. I took about fifty photographs around the cockpit, some of individual instruments and some of the overall view of the entire panel.
Sheila walked me through a start-up, data entry, then flight, going through what the scan pattern would be on a typical flight. After my brain had maxed out with the input, I offered to buy her a cup of coffee and just chat. She accepted.
While I knew a lot of Sheila’s qualification in aviation, I knew little else about her. I learned more over coffee. She was forty-four; had launched two kids – one in college and the other recently graduated, loved all things related to aviation and planes, was an avid reader and always working on a novel, and also played the piano. She was fluent in Spanish as well as English.
Sheila then dropped the bomb on me. “Chris and I also have an open marriage.” Chris was her husband of twenty-four years and a fireman in the suburb where they lived.
I chuckled. She asked, “What’s funny? I normally don’t tell people that, but you seem pretty... ‘modern’. I’ve learned a few things about you over the year we’ve been your pilots.” She gave me a sheepish grin.
I explained, “Kim and I are in an open relationship, and further we are in a polyamorous group with about twenty others. We all live and love together in the large house about two miles that way.” I pointed.
Sheila asked, “Swingers?”
I shrugged, “Occasionally, we might bust out of our group, but mostly it’s our friends.”
Sheila said, “What’s a bust out of group situation? I curious.”
I rolled my eyes. “A few months ago, the girls wanted a girls’ night out. The guys went along, but in a way to not really be part of their scene other than protection, I suppose you could say. We wanted some fun out, too.
“The club they picked had a bachelor party underway, and after a lot of dancing, our liberal women started to get frisky with the men at that party. Things developed from there. As for the guys, we found solace in a few of the waitresses and some of our girls, but without disclosing that we knew them. A good time was had by all, and our Circle of Friends expanded by several members over the next month or two as a result.”
Sheila nodded. “Tell me more about the ethos in your commune or whatever you call it.”