Revenge served hot

chapter 1


“Go to Charleston Center now, on 118.05”

“Center on 118.05 for triple X-Ray.”

I dialed the new frequency into COM 2, switched over to
that radio, pressed the mike switch on the yoke, and
reported in.

It was the expected response. “Roger, X Ray cubed, radar
contact.” Yeah, they saw me.

What an unusual day. Just four hours ago I
thought I’d be spending another night in
Cleveland. Then, we had a breakthrough.
If I’d be willing to accept an equity interest in
the company, as well as a bit less money, they’d
license my patent. “That way”, John
explained, “we’d be sure you’d be around when
we wanted you. You’d have a vested interest.”

Damn right. It would make me truly independent,
independent of my wife’s family for that
matter, and we’d finally live ‘happily ever after’.

Hey, I’m within a hundred miles of home! Fly the damn
airplane, stop daydreaming, plan ahead.

“Charleston Center, Mooney six niner triple X Ray would like
lower, please.”

“Triple X, descend now to 7000 feet.”

“Triple X out of 11 for 7.”

Close the cowl flaps, pull an inch or so off the manifold
pressure, trim a bit nose down. . . there it is, a 500 feet a
minute descent. That’ll burn 8 minutes, and get me 24
miles closer.

So, we signed the letter of intent. Our lawyers would
see to the details. I made a quick call home, and told
Maria I’d be home about 11 tonight. What a life!

I called flight service: an Instrument Flight Rules
plan would be needed: Rain and clouds and cuckolds brownie all
the way. I filed a flight plan, ETD in an hour.

John’s wife offered to drive me to the hotel, and then
to the airport. You bet I accepted: a big mistake. A
truly beautiful woman, blonde, blue eyes. Fantasy material.
She came up to the room with me, watched as I started to
pack, went into the bathroom as I continued, and she
came out, wearing only a towel, just as I finished
filling my garment bag.

" Uh, what's going on here Sheila?"

“You’re in the big leagues, now, Al. Time for some
big league perqs”, she said.

Until then I was a faithful husband.

"Don't take this wrong but that's not my way."

But when she came closer to me, and my arms
automatically went around her, and felt the towel on
her back.
"What's the matter? Don't you like girls? Or maybe
you're just shy."
The towel opened, and I touched her
skin. Then only our bodies close together held the
towel up, and I saw, in the mirror, her nude
back, her naked ass, and those wonderful legs, and
she said “What's the matter? Don’t you like me
like this?”,
and stepped away, and then the towel was gone, and
her breasts were as lovely as her legs, and her waist
was so slender, and her hips, and her figure, and. . .

and I couldn’t resist. But I should have.

She drove me wild, and then drove me to the Akron
Regional airport, and drove out to the airplane to
help keep me dry, and then, after preflight she
climbed into the cockpit with me to “Tuck me in”,
and I was never sucked off like that before. Man, I
was on top of the world.

I’ll have to change my night time pre-start
check list. Let’s see, right after “verify gear switch
is set to down” I’ll add “Extinguish all interior
lights, position pilot seat fully aft, undo pants,
have passenger test alternate joy stick for freedom
of movement and lick-off”,


and. . .


I could still smell her, still feel her mouth, still feel the sensation
of that first penetration. And, I missed my scheduled ETD
by only a half hour! A life changing half hour. I don’t want
to be an unfaithful husband, as great as that sex was. I
won’t let it happen again.

Back to the real world. I had to call home. I pushed one side
of the headset off, pulled out the cellular phone, and called.
There’s never a problem with cell phone connections when
you’re a mile and a half up in the sky.

“Maria, I’m 20 minutes out. Will you pick me up?”

“Sure, Al: be careful, viz is awful, it’s windy, and dark, and
raining. I’ll see you soon.” Maria’s a pilot, too. More than
that, she went through the bother to become a CFII: she was
licensed to teach, including flying on instruments.

ATIS, the automatic briefing broadcast, confirmed what
Maria reported. 300 feet ceiling, a mile visibility, winds 140
degrees at 23 gusts to 35. It would mean flying the approach
to near minimums: as low as I care to go. Then, I’d have to
fly the airplane onto the ground in those cross winds.
There’d be nothing subtle about this landing.

“Triple X, continue decent to 3000.”

“X’s is out of 8 for 3.”

As expected, a few minutes later, the next hand-off: ”Triple
X, Savannah Approach now, 122.25.”

“Twenty two, twenty five for X cubed. See Ya.”

I twisted in the new freq on COM 1, switched radios, and
made the call.

“Approach, Mooney six niner triple X Ray out of 5 for 3,
with Savannah information Bravo”, confirming I listened to
the ATIS broadcast.

“Triple X, radar contact. Continue decent to 2,500, expect
an ILS to one one. Current ATIS information is Charlie.”

The weather was changing quickly, I guessed, for the worse.
It sucks, but the instrument landing system to runway 11
had the lowest landing minimums at the airport. I should
get home.

All was going well. This WAS the big leagues.

“Triple X, you are 4 miles from the outer marker. Cleared for
an ILS to Savannah runway 11. Contact tower on 119 point
5 at the outer marker.”

“Roger, cleared for the ILS, tower on nineteen five at the
outer marker.”

The localizer reported I was lined up, and here comes the
glide slope. . . centered, and there was the “beep beep
beep” of the outer marker, the ADF needle swung around
and pointed to the tail, and gear down and flaps at thirty
percent - no full flap landing in these winds - and mixture
and prop forward, fuel pump on, get the decent rate on the
glide slope nailed, and switch the radio to tower and

“Triple X is at the marker inbound.”

“Mooney Triple X Ray, Savannah tower, cleared to land.”

I checked and rechecked: the airplane was all set up for a
missed approach in case I don’t break out of the clouds in
time to land. “Always treat finding the airport as a happy
accident” my wife/instructor says - that way not finding it
when you are as low as you can go won’t be a nasty surprise.

Hey, that wasn’t so bad. 400 feet above the ground and a
mile from the runway threshold I saw the VASI, the strobe
lead in lights, got my landing lights on (you keep them off
when you’re in the clouds, the glare can really screw up the
night vision), and on to the runway without bending or
breaking anything, and taxied to the tie down. God didn’t
punish me for fucking around! At least, not yet. He was
saving that for later.

I saw the headlights, and my wife drove the minivan to the
airplane. She was tying down the tail before I was out, and
in a moment the airplane was secure. I got a welcoming
kiss, and then, when the lights were on in the van, it
started.

“Al, there’s lipstick on your mouth. And on your collar!”

There's no washroom on a little airplane: no way to alter
evidence, and there was no time to think of an excuse.

It was a long, LONG, silent ride home. Then we were in the door, and she
looked at me, and - they always know, don't they?

"YOU WERE FUCKING AROUND!"

I can't lie to her, I'm just no good at it. So I tried to explain. I rationalized. It was no big deal, a one time event, it would
never happen again, and
I was sorry, so sorry, and. . .

She wasn't buying it. At all. Not even a little bit.

Maria is Sicilian. She has old country values. So do I, for
that matter.

"Not a big thing. Big man, telling his wife it's not big thing
for him to screw around. Big man! Big Bastard!"

From a high to as low as possible in a couple of hours. That's
what comes from thinking with the little head, guys.

I love my wife. She's the most important thing in my life to
me. I told her all of that, but somehow those explanations
weren't carrying any weight.

I slept in the guest room for the next few nights.

Maria was still angry. "I can't even tell my family!"

Her family! I forgot about that! Holy cuckolds brownie, I could be a dead man.

I flashed back to our wedding, and her dad taking me aside
as he gave me keys to our house: "A little wedding present".

And I remembered what he told me. "I like you, Al, but if
you ever hurt my Maria you're gonna regret being born,
but not for long!"

And I remember her three big brothers talking to me later.

"I'll bet pop told you Maria is the apple of his eye, and he
probably threatened you if you didn't keep her happy" her
oldest brother, Monsignor Mario, guessed.

"That's right, Mario. That's what he said." Well, yes, I do
call him Mario. He did say family didn't have to use his
honorifics.

"You don't have to worry about him," Vincent, the lawyer
brother said. "If you do anything bad to her, by the time
we're done with you, there won't be enough left for pop to
hurt! Remember that."

Mario added "I was happy to celebrate your Wedding Mass,
Albert, I'd really hate to have to do your funeral one. Just
behave yourself and treat Maria good."

And Jack, the brother with the construction company, - Big
Jack, he's called - didn't say anything. He just shook my
hand, nodding congratulations on marrying his little sister,
and it only took a week for the pain in my hand to go away.

THAT was the family I prayed she wasn't going to tell!

Finally, six days after Cleveland, I was summoned by her.

"Sit."

I sat.

"Tell me every detail."

I did.

"OK. I thought it over andI decided I want this marriage to
continue." She stated.

Thank God.

"Me too", I agreed.

"But, I'm a Sicilian, you cheating bastard! Every fiber in me demands revenge."

"Maria, it wasn't a big important thing, it won't happen again. . ."

That argument wasn't working this time, either. You'd think I'd learn.

"No big thing! No big thing! If I screwed around you'd go crazy!!"

"No, no, I'd understand. Sometimes things just happen."

That was definately the wrong thing to say.

"We'll just see about that! Bastard! "

She stormed out. There are times when I think I'm pretty
smart, and then there are times when I prove I'm not.

Like just then.

The next evening Maria threw the contract, the one that
came from Cleveland, that brother Vincent just reviewed,
on the table. "Vincent says you've got a good deal here.
This is fine for us. Sign it."

Well, at least that part of the trip paid off. I signed.

"I've decided on how I will have my revenge."

"Anything, Maria. Whatever will make this better."

"You've always been a jealous man, Al. Well, I am a jealous
woman. We'll see about your 'anything'. Be here when I get
back from the gym."

She left, wearing that damned spandex workout suit that
made her look so good. I had not been *near* that body since
Cleveland. A long time. A long HARD time. Yeah.

And it didn't look like it was gonna end anytime soon.

Ninety minutes later a slammed front door announced a
sweaty Maria had returned.

She marched into my den.

"You remember I tell you about Frank?"

"Frank?"

"Frank's that detective who's always hitting on me at
the gym."

"Oh, that Frank. Yeah, I do remember."

"You're the bastard who tell me fucking around is no big deal, remember?
Well, Frank's on his way here. You gonna see just how big a deal it is!"

"What?!"

"You just let him in when he gets here. I'm taking a shower!"

"But.. ."

"NO...BUTS! It's my revenge! Or maybe I should just call Poppa!"

"But. . ."

But nothing. She was gone up to the bathroom.

I was left standing there, mouth open. Stunned. And stupid.

I was still standing there when, in a few minutes the bell rang.

I opened the door, and Frank: great big black Frank,
wearing his Members Only jacket, boat shoes, chinos, and
a golf shirt, pushed his way in.

"You gotta be Al. Christ, man, you fucked up big time."

"What the hell?"

He interrupted. "You know, I've been wanting to screw your
wife from the first time I laid eyes on her. I told her a long
time ago it could be any time, any where, any way, the kinkier
the better. Tonight she told me you screwed around, and if I
still wanted to, tonight was my night, this here was the
place, and showing you what it's like to have your wife
screw around is the way. I like parties like this. Where is
she?"

"She's in the shower, but. . ."

This big man just said "Shut up, stupid. And get me a beer.
I'm gonna need to keep my stamina up. . . . too."

I heard a voice from upstairs: "Do what you're told!"

And then Maria appeared, wearing a long robe.

She took Frank by the hand - no beer,( a success!)- and
pulled him angrily up stairs.

At the top of the stairs she turned, and saw me standing
there, mouth open.

"Get up here, asshole" she demanded. "You gonna watch us!
You're the one who said this was 'no big deal'. Now we're
gonna see how YOU like it!"

The grin on Frank's face was lecherous as he beckoned me
with his finger. His middle finger. Classy guy.

He was led and led me to the guest room. The bed was already
turned down, the lighting was low.

Maria drained a take she had in the room. Poured another.

"Let's get this over with," she said,"Let's do it, Frank. Let's do it good"

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Frank pulled off his jacket: Christ, he had a gun holstered
in the middle of his back, and other cop stuff on his belt.

He went to her. This big man took her softly in his arms,
and then stoked her face. Kissed her, softly. She kissed him
back, hard.

"Not so fast. I know you want to get even," he said, "but sex
should be fun, too. I'll show you. It'll make getting
even a pleasure. I'll make it real good for both of us, and real
bad for him." He spoke softly, kindly, to her - he was good
at seduction. I knew then that I was screwed, and she was
about to be!

He took her to the bed, helped her sit, then gently had her
lie back.

He looked at me. "Watch this, you jerk! You'll learn how to
treat a woman like this." The voice her used with me was
straight out of a cop movie, low, and menacing.

Then I got stupid again. About time.

"You're not staying here!" I shouted, fists balled, rushing to
him, "Get out!!!"

A second later I was on the floor, and in a moment my
hands were cuffed behind me around the back of a chair.
Talk about proving I wasn't so smart! What was that move
he made on me - some kind of judo cuckolds brownie?

"Boy, you just messed with a police officer. Now you got
two choices. You sit quietly and watch the way this woman
wants you to while her and me get it on, or you get to live through
a world of hurt, and after all the pain, you're still gonna sit
quietly and watch her getting fucked the way she wants you to"
he said in a low voice to me while he cuffed me.

I was furious! My red was boiling! I . . I . . I . . .
I sat quietly. Hey! I'M CUFFED TO A CHAIR!
I'm stupid but I'm not THAT stupid!

He got that damned belt full of hardware off. Pepper spray,
all kinds of bad things on there, and there was that gun, too.
He scared me! Remember, I'm cuffed to a chair and I got no gun!

Soon, they were each on their sides, facing each other. His
arms were around her, while hers were sort of between
them.

He was stoking her back, cooing to her, comforting her and
kissing her. "We want to show him how you want to be
treated, don't we?" he asked, and she nodded her
agreement.

"Maybe you should kiss me back, then."

She nodded again, and her hands moved around him, and I
saw his mouth open on hers, and then, hers, too, and soon they
were kissing with real passion.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he wanted to know, and she
looked at me, then at him, and nodded her agreement.

"Hey, Mr. 'no big deal'. Did you like that? Did you like watching
this big black man kissing me? Huh, well watch this."

And she initiated the next kiss, and while she was kissing
him, and while he was stroking her back, I saw. . .

I saw. . .

I saw her move her leg up, and over his hip, and move
closer, and now their bodies were very close together, and
her leg was over him.

That's how we always started - or used to start, before Cleveland -
sex! That was only for ME!

Their kiss broke again, and again he was muttering
something to her, and she looked at me, at the pained and
awful expression on my face, and smiled, and turned back
to Frank, and they were kissing again, Now her hand,
that had been on his back, was on his hip, and on his leg.
She was pulling him to her as much as he was pulling her to
him.

The kiss broke. Frank moved from beside her, and sat up.
He pulled off his polo shirt, kicked off his boat shoes. He
threw the shirt on me. "Watch and learn, asshole" his cop voice
said, and now when he lay down again her arms found
flesh, not shirt, and pulled that flesh, that body, closer. The
contrast between her arm, so pale, and his back, so black,
was devastating to me. So was the gleam in her eyes as
she rubbed his black torso.

There was another kiss, and his hand went from her
back, to her robe covered hip, and down to her leg, to the
pale white skin of her leg.

Again, the kiss broke. He was whispering, cooing, "this is
what you want, isn't it?" and she was nodding yes, and then
his hand on her leg, that black hand, on that pale skin,
pulled her leg even more over him, exposing more leg, and
parting them, too.

His hand moved down, he was touching her skin,
her knee, and the contrast in color was too dramatic to
believe. His hand began an upward journey, under her robe,
along the inside of her leg, and she wasn't looking at him
anymore, she was looking at me. As his hand moved
higher, closer, she said "This isn't such a big deal, is it,
Al, seeing your wife kissing another man, a black man,
in your house and . .all . .you . .can . .do . .is . . .watch."
And then she gasped, because it was a big deal, and his
hand wasn't moving up any more, it was right where he
wanted it, where she wanted it, and now, although covered
with her robe, I knew

it was touching her where only I had touched, before.

She stopped looking at me, and closed her eyes, and
moved so that she could kiss him, and her leg was moving,
too, even more over him, making it easier still for him!

Now she was kissing, and being finger fucked, and I was
watching her give herself to this guy and, yes, it was a
very very big deal.

"OK, I've learned my lesmister, please stop" I said - almost
crying.

"Is this about him learning a lesmister, or your revenge, and
showing him you know how to fuck around and have fun, too?"
I heard Frank ask.

Maria looked at me, handcuffed to a chair.

"Revenge, and fun," she said.

"Good."

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They continued, he with his hand moving between her legs, she,
kissing, holding him, and then, her hand, the one on his
back, moved, until it was at his waist line, and her fingers
were under the waist of his slacks, on his hip, and she
continued to kiss and be kissed, and be fingered.

Then Frank's hand, the one whose fingers glistened with
moisture now, came out from under her robe, and he said
"let me help", and they were at his belt, pulling. I heard
snaps releasing, and a zipper, and now her fingers, which
couldn't get under his waist band because it was too tight,
could, now, and her hand went under, along his hip. Only
her wrist was visible, now, her hand was on his hip, under
his pants, unimpeded by a tight belt. . .

He broke the kiss with her, and his hand, the one that
hand been touching her, covered her hand, the one on his
hip, under his pants.

He looked at her, and took that hand by the wrist, and
said "Let me show you what I got for you. You watching
this, white boy?" and I saw their
hands moving, his guiding hers, under his slacks, between
them and she gasped a little, and he closed his eyes, and I
knew.

"Ohhhh, yeahhhh. I think she likes it, white boy."

He confirmed my knowing. "Can you feel how excited
you make me, baby?"

She nodded yes.

"And you know what I want to do with that, don't you?"
and she nodded yes again.

"Why don't you tell Al what you feel, and how it feels,
baby. I'll bet he really wants to know."

"I'm touching his cock, Al, and it feels very hot, and big,
and thick, and I like touching it, like she must have liked
touching yours. I can't wait to get this big cock inside of
me. And you know the best thing, Al? The best thing is
you gonna sit there and watch. Watch and learn, baby,
watch and learn.

And they kissed again, but this time, as they kissed, he was
stroking her, putting his fingers in her, again, and she was
stroking him, too. She was moaning softly and I saw her
hips beginning to squirm and lift and his cock just kept getting
bigger in her hand.

I wanted to die. I couldn't take my eyes off this scene, my
own cock was erect, but watching my own wife with
another man had my stomach cramped, my arms were
straining against the cuffs: it was a very big, very bad thing.

And then, he stopped.

Please, God, let them stay stopped!

Frank sat up, and Maria sat up, too, and they looked at
me, and Maria said "See, it's no big thing, is it Al?", and he was
reaching for the sash of her robe, and then it was undone.
The robe opened, showing skin from neck to navel.

I thought "She can't be doing this", but Frank was shifting,
pushing at his own pants, and I saw his ass, and his cock -
big, black, and erect, and he said "Let's be sure to show him what
you're doing, Maria. We wouldn't want him to miss anything
would we?"

She had been looking at him, struggling with his pants, and
had been staring at that erect cock, hard for her. she looked
hungry. She broke that stare, looked at me, and then she
stood beside the bed, looking at him, and at me. Then she
smiled at me. I didn't much like the look of that smile, though.

"You're the one who said this was 'no big thing', Al. Do you still
think so? It's looking pretty big to me."

The robe was only loosely fastened, and she faced me, and
got the sash untied, and I saw the robe open, exposing skin
now, from neck, and cleavage, and belly, and that dark
triangle at her pelvis, and she shrugged it to her shoulders
"Still no big deal, Al? Are you ready to watch me give all of this,
to Frank?" Then she opened the robe wide. "And Al, I do mean ALL of this.", and she was exposed, breasts,
nipples, cunt, and the robe went down her arms and on the
floor,

and she was naked in front of Frank,

and he was naked in front of her,

and it was a very big deal.

"Frank, you told me you've had sex with lots of black women
and lots of white women, too. I don't have a lot of
experience at all. Just Al. Show me what's good! Better yet,
show Al."

He reached for her, and somehow, she was on her back.

He knelt beside her, took her head in his hands, tilted it so
that her ear was facing him. I could see his tongue touching
it, and I could see her quiver with the touch.

"I'll teach you all you want to know", he said, and now
his mouth was at her neck, and her hands were holding his
head there.

He moved again, and was almost on his side, now, his head
over her breast, and then, he was suckling at it. Her own
hips were making those small motions, her hands were
holding him to her tits.

But he moved again, his tongue tracing down betwen her
breasts, to her belly, and then to her hip.

Her legs had parted, inviting him, and now he was almost
laying beside her, his cock not far from her head.

"You want this, don't you?" he asked, and she said, in a soft
but ragged voice, "yes, I want this. I need this."

His arms, which had been supporting him, moved to, then
around, her hips, hugging them to him. His mouth moved
closer, but then he rolled onto his back, and carried her with
him, so that she was laying on him. His hands went around
her hips, his hands, between her legs, to her pussy, and his
fingers spread her lips. I could see all of that, and could see
her back arch and her head and hair whipping back and forth
as his fingers and tongue touched and tasted and explored.

He paused after a few minutes.

"Maria, don't you think you should be doing something to my
prick while I do this to your cunt? Al might be getting bored."

She looked me straight in the eye then looked back at Frank's cock.
She didn't answer, but I did see her head move down, and
from Frank's reaction I knew he could feel her hot breath on
his scrotum, her lips on his shaft, the small bites she liked to
give me, her tongue, her mouth.

Even that ended, and he rolled again, so that she was on
her back.

Frank moved on top of her, and was between her legs, and
there was a pause.

I hoped they were stopping, that maybe he had already
come, but. . .

He said "You know what I'm going to do now, don't you?"

She didn't answer, but her legs opened even more.

"Hey, cuckolds browniehead! I'm gonna fuck your wife now. She's gonna
really love it but you're gonna *really* hate seein' how MUCH
she's gonna love it."




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What a time to stop.

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Fred



"Now watch closely, asshole, I'm about to just put the head
in. Damn, that's tight. Old Al must be hung like a mouse!
Well, hang on sugar, you're about to get the full ride from
a real man's cock."

There was sweat on his back, and his hips flexed, and
Maria's legs, which had been bent at the knees, now
went up over his shoulders, then all the way up over hers,
the inside of her thighs up as he held her ankles spreading
her in a "V". And she moaned, and made soft noises, noises
that until now only I heard, and Frank's noises got louder, and
so did hers until she was almost screaming.

My own stomach was in knots, I watched with blurred
vision and unfocused eyes the timeless rhythm on the bed.

He was IN her, he was all the way in her. It was't enough that they kissed,
that they touched, that they went down on each other, now his fucking
cock was in her up to his balls!

And she was loving every inch of it.

It couldn't get any worse, but Frank's tempo increased, and
he was saying "This is what I wanted to put in you baby",
and he was thrusting, spreading her wide and grinning at me,
and her breasts were rocking with his motion and I had to watch.

"Thanks, Al. If it wasn't for you I might never have gotten a chance
at this. You did me a big favor. Now I'm going to do you a favor.
I'm gonna fuck your wife senseless." He grabbed Maria's ankles,
spread them as wide as he could and started fucking her like a
piledriver. She moaned, grunted and screamed out through at least
four orgasms. It looked like she nearly ******, once.

After a few lifetimes of this, he flipped her over on her belly, lifted
her hips and plunged back into her. Now I had to watch his grinning,
mocking face as he pounded my Maria's cunt, shuttling in and out
like a sewing machine and watch Maria's face screwing up as she
came again and again, her hands clawing at the sheets and her eyes
as they watched me watching her getting royally ploughed. Those eyes
were laughing, laughing at me.

"Hey, Al, I'm about to come. What do you say, should I just shoot it
inside your wife's cunt?"

I shook my head no.

"Al says no, baby. What do you say?"

"No, Frank, not inside me."

"OK, that's one for and two against. Well. the ayes have it!" And he grabbed
her hips and shoved in deep and her hands went
between them, milking him, and I knew what he was
putting into her, because he'd hold each thrust a bit longer,
and ram her in exactly the same way I do when I come in
her, and I knew screwing around was a lot worse than I had
ever imagined.

And, after a while, the movement stopped, except for small
shudders.

And, still later, they uncoupled.

He rolled off her, his cock still long, still wet, softening, still
showing a thread of white.

They were side by side, now, fucked out.

And after a further while, Frank got out of the bed.

"Man, I hope you fuck around a lot", he said to me, "She's
a great piece of ass, and I got some friends who would really
like to do her, too". He wiped his cock on my face, "A little
memento for you", pulled on some clothes. He bent over her,
naked on the bed, his lips found hers, his fingers buried themselves
in her, too.

Then, he gave her the handcuff key - "Give them to me at
the gym, and just tell me when and where you want me again" - and
left.

Maria watched him go, then got up, and bathed.

When she came out from the bathroom, looking vindicated,
somehow, "That was great! The best I've EVER had. I bet you didn't
enjoy it nearly as much, though. So, Al, did you think it was a big deal?"

I had tears in my eyes.

"Yes."

"Never again?"

"Never again."

She uncuffed me, and invited me to our bed that night. We
held each other. She told me she didn't have to talk about
what she did, since I saw it. But, she did demand to hear
again the details of my mis-adventure.

Maria didn't like any part of what happened to me , and she
took particular offence at my altered pre-flight check list.

She insisted on flying to Cleveland with me since then, and
she's added some check list innovations of her own.

"After climb out, establish and stabilize the aircraft in cruise
configuration.

When instrument meteorological conditions exist ( that
means the weather is bad enough so that casual eyeball
flying {a.k.a. visual flight rules} is not permitted, and
'positive separation' of aircraft is supposedly
assured by flying under IFR ), the pilot in command at his
or her option may:

Engage auto pilot.

Engage altitude hold.

Verify safe and stable operation.

Pilot in command will then position pilot seat fully aft.

Pilot flying right seat will orally pleasure the pilot in
command until descent to destination is to be made."

She's been insisting on pilot in command status a lot, and
it's easy to tell when she will. It's when she wears a skirt to
fly in. "It's easier for you to follow the checklist" she says.

Maybe there will be a 'Happy ever after' after all.

Nice ending Fred. They don't always have to end up with crushed nuts.

Yes, that was a very nice ending....... I enjoyed your short story and the detail you put into it.

Thanks!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Great story. You obviously have some piloting s*******s, enjoyed the different theme and the "happy ending". Thanks.

Thanks Fred, great story start to finish! Hadn't seen you for awhile, it's clear you were waiting for inspiration - and you had one!!

Liked it Fred "Al" even though I think what she did to you was way way more than you did to her. If you were on a teeter tooter her side would have been so heavy it would have threw you to another state. lol Its now mid Feb be nice to hear how things between you two are going, I truly hope that she loves you enough to get past the "Once you go black you wont cum back"
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