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tonytony3's "Maria's Revenge" (infidelity)
For those not interested in flying, stick with the story, it'll get
interesting for you, I promise.
This is a modified version of a previously posted story.
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"Go to Boston 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 live 'happily ever after'.
Hey, I'm within a hundred miles of home! Fly the damn airplane, stop
daydreaming, plan ahead.
"Boston 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 shit 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. 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.
"You're in the big leagues, now, Al. Time for some
big league perqs", she said.
Until then I was a faithful husband.
But when she came closer to me, and my arms
automatically went around her, and felt the towel on
her back. 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 "Don't you like me?", 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.
She drove me wild, and then drove me to the Burke
Lakefront 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.
and. . .
I could still smell her, still feel her mouth, 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, visability 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 a certified flight
instructor, 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 4000."
"X's is out of 8 for 4."
As expected, a few minutes later, the next hand-off: "Triple X, Boston
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 4, with Hanscom
information Bravo."
"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, cleared for an ILS to Hanscom 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, Hanscom 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 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 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 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.
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 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 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.
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."
>From a high to as low as possible in a couple of hours.
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 two nights.
Maria was still angry. "I can't even tell my family!"
Her family! I forgot about that! 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 will regret being born!"
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!"
Mario added "I was happy to celebrate your Wedding Mass, I'd hate to
have to do your funeral one."
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, four days after Cleveland, I was summoned by her.
"Sit."
I sat.
"Tell me every detail."
I did.
"OK. I decided I want this marriage to continue." She stated.
Thank God.
"Me too", I agreed.
"But, I'm Sicilian. Every fiber in me demands revenge."
"Maria, it wasn't a big important thing, it won't happen again. . ."
That argument wasn't going to work.
"Not a big thing! If I screwed around you'd go crazy!!"
"No, no."
That was the wrong thing to say.
"We'll see about that!"
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, that part of the trip paid off. I signed.
"I've decided on how I will have my revenge."
"Anything, Maria."
"You've always been a jealous man, Al. 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.
Ninety minutes later a slammed front door announced a sweaty Maria
returned.
She marched into my den.
"Do you remember about Frank?"
"Frank?"
"Frank's that detective who's always propositioning me at the gym."
"Oh, that Frank. Yeah, I do remember."
"You're the bastard who said fucking around is no big deal. Frank's on
his way
here. Let's 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!"
"But. . ."
But nothing. She was gone up to the bath room.
I was left standing there, mouth open. Stunned.
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, you fucked up big time."
"What the hell?"
He interrupted. "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. Get me a beer."
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" she demanded. "You're the one who said this was no big
deal."
The grin on Frank's face was lecherous as he beckoned me with his
finger. His middle finger.
He was led and led me to the guest room. The bed was turned down, the
lighting was low.
Maria drained a drink she had in the room. Poured another.
"Let's get this over with," she said.
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.
"Not so fast. I know you want to get even," he said, "but sex should be
fun, too. I'll show you. And, it'll make getting even a pleasure. I'll
make it good for both of us, and real bad for him." He spoke softly,
kindly, to her - he was good at seduction.
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.
"You're not staying here!" I shouted, fists balled, rushing to him.
A second later I was on the floor, and in a moment my hands were cuffed
behind me and through the around the back of a chair. I was fixed in
place.
Talk about proving I wasn't so smart! What was that move he made on me -
some kind of judo shit?
"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 in a world of hurt, and after all the
pain, you're still gonna sit quietly and watch her get fucked the way
she wants you to" he said in a low voice to me while he cuffed me.
I sat quietly. 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!
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 they were kissing with real
passion.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he wanted to know, and she looked at me,
then at him, and nodded her agreement.
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 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, and now
her hand that had been on his back was on his hip, and on his leg, and
on his ass, and 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, and pulled off
his polo shirt, kicked off his boat shoes. He threw the shirt on me.
"Watch and learn, jerk" 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.
And there was another kiss, and his hand went from her back, to her robe
covered hip, and down to her leg, to the 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, and pulled her leg even more over
him, exposing more leg, and parting them, too.
And then, 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, and his hand moved
higher, closer, and she said "This isn't such a big deal, is it, Al,
seeing your wife kissing another man" and then she gasped, because it
was a big deal, and his hand wasn't moving up any more, it was 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.
And 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 it was a very very big
deal.
"OK, I've learned my lesson, please stop" I said - almost crying.
"Is this about learning a lesson, or revenge?" I heard Frank ask.
Maria looked at me, handcuffed to a chair.
"Revenge," she said. "And to teach him a lesson. But mostly revenge."
"Good. I'll make it good for you, and bad for him. Tell him what I'm
doing, tell him what you're feeling".
It was almost a whisper, I had to strain to hear. . ."He's touching me,
Al, he has his fingers. . . in me. . ."
They continued, he with his hand 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, and 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 clothes. . .
And 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.
And he looked at her, and took that hand by the wrist, and said "Let me
show you what I got for you" 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.
"Tell him!"
"I'm touching him, Al. I'm touching his cock. It's hot. I'm touching
another man's cock."
And he confirmed what I knew. "Can you feel how excited you make me,
baby?"
And she confirmed it, too, when 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'm touching his penis, Al, and it feels very hot, and big, too, and I
like touching it."
And they kissed, but this time, as they kissed, he was stroking her,
putting his fingers in her, again, and she was touching him, too.
And I wanted to die.
It was a very very big thing.
And then, he stopped.
Please, let them stay stopped!
And Frank sat up, and Maria sat up, too, and they looked at me, and
Maria said "See, it's no big thing", and he was reaching for the sash of
her robe, and then it was undone, and the robe opened, showing skin from
neck to navel.
I thought "She can't mean this", but Frank was shifting, pushing at his
own pants, and I saw his ass, and his cock - big, and erect, and he said
"Be sure to show him what you're doing, Maria."
She had been looking at him while he struggled with his pants, and had
been staring at that erect cock, erect for her. She broke that stare,
looked at me, and then she stood beside the bed, looking at him, and at
me.
"You said this was no big thing, Al. Do you still think so?"
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?", 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.
He reached for her,
and somehow, she was on her back, and Frank moved on top of her, and was
between her legs, and there was a pause, I hoped they were stopping, but
. . .
he said "Tell me to fuck you, tell me to put my cock in you while he
watches",
and her legs opened even more,
and she didn't say what he wanted her to say, but did say
"show him just how big a deal screwing around is. . ."
They didn't stop.
There was sweat on his back, and his hips flexed, and Maria's legs,
which had been bent at the knee, raised, near his hips, now spread, flat
against the bed, the inside of her thighs up, the way they are when I
first enter her. And she moaned, and made soft noises, noises that until
now only I heard, and Frank's noises got louder, and so did hers.
My own stomach was in knots, I watched with blurred vision and unfocused
eyes the timeless rhythm on the bed.
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,
supported by his arms, and her breasts were rocking with his motion, and
her hands were 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. They were done. Exhausted.
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 himself with the sheet, 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 you want me again" - and left.
Maria watched him go, got up, and bathed.
When she came out from the bathroom, looking vindicated, somehow, she
asked "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.
I was forgiven, but she insisted on flying to Cleveland with me since
then, and she's added some check list innovations of her own.
For example,
"After climb out, establish and stabilize the aircraft in cruise
configuration.
When instrument meteorological conditions exist (to those who don't
know, 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 instrument flight
rules), 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.
It's easier to follow her modified checklist when she wears a skirt.
Maybe there will be a "Happy ever after" after all.
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