To Sirs With Love Ch 02

*Author's Note- As this story has progressed in writing, there are inconsistencies between what was laid out in Chapter One, which was written three years ago, and what is being written moving forward. The reason for the inconsistencies is that I did not take into consideration the tension that might happen if both Andrew and William were not on the same page with each other about their mutual relationship with Sonia. Thus, in this chapter and the next one, I have attempted to smooth over what would have been a very tense and awkward situation for the men and her, by making them come to a gentleman's agreement regarding their mutual affair with her here in the first part of the chapter. Secondly, when it comes to the Mahala wine, neither Andrew or William will know that either the wine in the passenger section contains Mahala, nor will they know of the mystery cargo they are ferrying to the Seychelles. Lastly, the Army Colonel Bobby in Chapter One has been changed to that of RAF Lieutenant Colonel William Huntingdon.

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When we last saw Sonia, she found herself surrounded by the three men of her dreams and a beautiful, statuesque and androgynous African woman named Lola, on the tarmac at Heathrow in the shadow of an ancient Kinshasa Air 747 jet that was loaded down with a mysterious cargo that only the Commander had the privilege to know. Of course, in due time, they all would learn just what those crates contained, as they all were now part of an experiment, one of several field trials, that would test the effectiveness of an exceptionally strong military grade variant of Mahala called Mahala Zeta, that had been genetically engineered to be the world's most powerful aphrodisiac and one that unleashed sexual powers seemingly magical.

Mahala Zeta was developed in two African biological weapon laboratories by the Soviets during the 1970s and 1980s, specifically on Love Island of the coast of Equatorial Africa and near the Soviet built nuclear power plant near Haggardville in Kukuanaland. After the disappearance of Dr. Svetlana Korbet at Lake Moreau, in which the poorly made power plant leaked radiation, and reports of strange mutated creatures taking native girls in the night to be their mates, the Soviets left, but in their haste left the ingredients and directions for Mahala Zeta behind and which the Americans and British (who placed the former colony under their protectorate) then found. It was thus a fortunate coincidence that not only was Sonia's loving Commander in charge of field unrestricted and unsupervised experiments with Mahala Zeta, but that he was able to ensure that her two sky captains, Andy and William, would be the ones to fly the plane from London to the Seychelles carrying the entire world's supply of the weaponized sex potion.

However, before we continue on with the story, lets look back at how it was that the beautiful Lady Sonia Padgett-Churchill found herself to be there on the tarmac at Heathrow to be swept away and up in a truly perverse romantic and wonderful adventure of sexual self discovery,

Much like her famous mother, the infamous war heroine, Baroness Darla Digby-Padgett, Sonia always got noticed in her small English town, for she was quite simply the most beautiful woman there was. However, she never gave her admirers much to talk or gossip about, but when she finally divorced her husband, Air Marshal Winston Churchill the Fourth, a very high ranking general in the British Royal Air Force (RAF), she gave them plenty. For you see, after decades in a loveless marriage (that fortunately produced two wonderful children and her soon to be born first grandchild that she was now returning home to see), at the age of 46, the beautiful wife to British political royalty and the next Air Chief Marshal (the senior leader of the whole service) had finally had enough and walked out, taking his the house and half his pension and family name fortune with her.

Fortunately, the British tabloids never paid attention to the Churchill name anymore and was not bothered by the press after her divorce. Much like her mother Darla, whose heroics in World War II as the leader of the all female commandos known simply as "Winston's Angels,    she had led a low key life under the radar, but now wanted to live a life of danger and passion. However, unlike her mother, who was a mathematics genius who served as code breaker at Bletchley Park and then as the real life equivalent of a bonafide superhero (including working undercover as a prostitute at the infamous Nazi whore house called Salon Kitty) before retiring to a life after as a high school mathematics teacher, Sonia was no Darla, yet. But what she lacked in daring, she excelled at in beauty, smarts and curiosity, for Sonia was full of potential yet lacked the springboard to action; though, as she would soon find out, her super hero bonafides would soon be earned thanks to a secret potion and the love of three extraordinary men.

However, before any of that would occur, Sonia would need to learn some hard lessons about love that she had never had a chance to learn before she married the great grandson to the savior of Britain. From the age of 20, when her husband had first been commissioned as a Harrier pilot until the day she left him at age 47, just as he was being appointed by the Queen, Sonia was truly a devoted mother and wife. She fucked, fed and did his bidding any time he wanted, but it wasn't until when she met her "Sky Captain," as she always lovingly described her 32 year old much younger lover Andrew Molesworth, at the World War II 50th anniversary VE Day celebration and recognition of her mother's heroics, that her life changed course.

For several months they met and made love clandestinely all over England, especially London and in East Anglia where Andrew was stationed and where, as luck would have it, continued to live in her dwindling days.    The main obstacle for both of them is that they were both married, which presented more of a problem for him than her, until one day she received the news she had long been suspecting to hear, that he was choosing his family and career over, which naturally devastated her, as she had completely pledged her love to her Sky Captain whenever her loss of love came up with her girlfriends.

Fortunately for her she and Andrew still carried on their affair, but as his career demands increased, the love of her life was often out of her reach, both because he had a wife and soon traveled endlessly as a pilot on dangerous cargo missions in the Indian Ocean.    The same was true of her other new lover, the boyish 40 year old ex RAF Lieutenant Colonel, William Huntingdon, who, like her Captain, at the time was also married, claimed that he loved her and was going to get a divorce. The daring Colonel now flew cargo missions to RAF and American bases in the Indian Ocean, but did so as a contract pilot for Kinshasa Air, for whom Andrew also worked now after being offered a considerable sum of money by Kinshasa Air to fly dangerous missions in and out of Africa. The hiring of which was greatly influence a certain American naval officer whose lips Sonia would soon know very well.

In the last few months before the flight that now changed her life, she had only seen her men a handful of times and each time the moment left her too soon.    She often wondered if her men, who knew each other well, had ever sat down and talked about the much older woman they were both in love with. Which they had not, as both men, who did know each other, never flew together, with William being assigned the London to Kukuanaland to Diego Garcia route and Andrew assigned the London to Kinshasa to Kukuanaland route. Kukuanaland being the British former colony and now protectorate where the Mahala plant was grown and where the Kaiser of Germania had recently invaded next door Angola and annexed the oil rich country into the Fourth Reich. In additions to the new Nazis, Kukuanaland was also bordered by Chinese Kongo and the Russian African Republic.

Back in England, during her mother's last days as she cared for her, Sonia spent her lonely nights laying naked in her bed touching herself and dreaming of their touch and taste. Their spunk was what she needed as much as their rough hands on her demanding lithe and still trim but aging body that was still in great shape due to her years of riding horses and keeping fit for equestrian shows.    She often fantasized of them both taking her at the same time at 35,000 feet in their cargo planes, for she had each of them at that height individually during those moments she was able to see them and live out their mile high fantasies at night on base even though the planes remained on the ground. However, the thought of them making love to her simultaneously was a fantasy that she could never have foreseen, but did, thanks to a lot of serendipity and good fortune. Of course, that bit of good fortune would add a third younger man to the mix- this one being her "loving commander," as she constantly called him.

Navy Lieutenant Commander James, whose first name he would never reveal to her, was an American she met as their paths crossed as they both sat in a pub across the street from the airport where he was heading home to the states and she was flying to meet William in Oman for a two day marathon love making session. The energy and attraction between them was electric and instantaneous there in the Heathrow pub. As they talked her hands shook with nervousness and she blushed and stammered like a school girl wondering how she could somehow delay both their flights and take him back to her house and fuck his brains out. Of course the Commander was wondering the same thing, but it was when she mentioned that her ex-husband was the British Air Marshal that James smiled and began instantly to formulate a plan. Even better was the fact that she revealed who her British lovers were, and later learned of their reputations as the horniest and wildest of men in the air.

When it finally came time to say goodbye, as his plane was the first to depart, James and Sonia kissed deep and tenderly in the parking lot of the Heathrow pub, with his final words coming from her favorite World War Two song, "We'll meet again." As Sonia watched Jamison walk toward to his terminal, her favorite Lulu song began playing in her head, "Those school girl days..." when he suddenly turned around, smiled, winked, and then held up his phone. When he disappeared she heard her own phone chime with a message that gave his email address, and his Navy postal address, as well as a request that she send him hers.    Which she did immediately as she headed toward the shuttle bus to her terminal for her flight to the Middle East.

Once she was settled in, in her first class cabin, she and her Commander (whose plane was now on its way back to Langley, Virginia where he had an early morning meeting at CIA clandestine operations section) began a very very long ten hour text conversation that covered nearly every topic, but particularly focused on her sexual kinks and hang ups. She told him first off that she had only made love to three men, but that now she was divorced her mind was starting to become more open to new experiences. Among them she confessed was having a threesome, trying anal sex, making love to a woman, being fucked in public, and even having sex with a black man. She did also confess to loving sucking cock and the taste of semen, and how she could have it everyday for a late night snack. For her the questions posed were about his relationship status, for which he said he was unattached but that his military career would be unfair to any woman, after which they talked about their sex lives and then moved on to music, movies and even politics.

By the time their flights landed, almost at the same time, they had to finally sign off, after which Sonia was greeted by William at the gate as was whisked away to a hotel where they spent the next 36 hours fucking, sleeping, eating and then fucking more and more.    It wasn't until she was back on the plane to London that her confused emotional mind turned to James, who had left her dozens of messages in a rolling stream of consciousness that included pictures of where he lived and what he did during the time he was trying to get over his jet lag before having to report for duty at his home station on Monday morning. It was at his Monday morning meeting that his bosses had green lit and funded "Operation Pegasus," and for him to work with the CIA to recruit the pilots and establish or outright buy the front companies needed to deliver and test Mahala Zeta, without any restrictions on its use.    Upon hearing this and remembering his kiss with Sonia and the names of her sky pilots, James set about creating a plan of action.

On Friday of that same week, the Royal Mail delivered to Sonia the Commander's first hand written letter, after which, for the next few months, he wrote often and soon filled her head with erotic imagery with his words.    He wrote her fantasies involving he and her sky pilots, as well as fantastical romantic and erotic tales in which she was the insatiable heroine whom her lovers protected as they embarked on one dangerous adventure after another. For her Commander, his stories and imagination reminded her of those Victorian writers like H. Rider Haggard, H.G. Wells, Jules Verne and Edgar Rice Burroughs that her mother made her read as a child, except his tales took their ideas and added erotic twists to them.

Of course, for Lady Sonia, or Elizabeth as she sometimes liked to be called by her middle name, since she was named by her mother for the queen, James' fantastical tales were pure fantasy, and, much like her dreams of her sky captains, she firmly believed they would remain more dream than reality. Of course there were moments as she lay in bed admiring her still youthful looking body in the mirror, opposite her bed, that she wished she could have all three men give to her the love, desire, and commitment she wanted.    Sadly, her divorce had cut her confidence deeply and left her at times insecure about her looks, beauty, body and lack of sexual experience as she approached 50.

Fortunately though her work as a hospital volunteer and pursuing her interests by attending anthropology and intercultural classes at the Open University kept her spirits up when depression and loneliness sometimes happened her way. Also, every now and then her three dream lovers, or "Sirs" as she often called them colloquially, so as not to confuse them in her mind, would call or text to simply send some love and make her smile. As the months churned on she suddenly was hearing a little less from James' by mail each week, but she knew he was busy and on board a ship now preparing for a deployment to the Indian Ocean, but he did email and text every day, some days simply quoting song lyrics as his ship cruised toward some unknown destination, possibly where Andrew and William were flying in and out from.

As the weeks and months passed, and after her mother peacefully passed away at age 95, her dreams of her British pilots soon began to become increasingly intense as she    envisioned she and her much younger men flying off to exotic destinations for heavy sessions of love making.    Perhaps it was the influence of her the Commander, who recently had been sending her some very detailed stories about Africa that Sonia began having dreams of black men and women, and even dreamed of being Lulu in the movie "To Sir With Love," and having Sidney Poitier's black love child. When she awoke from that dream she sat up naked in bed and reached for her breasts and looked in the mirror and asked God to please let her body be young again and give her the breasts again that she had after she gave birth to her son, who, she reminded herself, was very close in age to her sky pilots.

Meanwhile, in the mail and sometimes by email, James began telling her fantastical stories that were romantic and erotic all at the same time.    His stories never made her feel like a whore, but rather reminded her of just how beautiful and desired she was and had been, and hoped to be again. Many of his stories revolved around other men making love to her as he watched, but no story or experience to the heroine was ever the same twice.    In fact, as she made love to other men her Commander only fell in love with her more, which at the time she could not understand, as she was a very jealous woman, even though she was sleeping with two men, and likely three if James was nearer to England. Of the three men, Sonia had to admit that James was a very intriguing and imaginative man, more so than any other man she knew, and that someday she and him might make a wonderful couple.

Of course, Sonia was no prude, and when she made love she always made sure her men not only walked away satisfied, but more importantly drained and left wanting more. She was not only an insatiable lover, but she made sure that no man ever forgot her. For    Sonia that now meant taking love making with Andrew and William to the next level and that meant not being content with simple fucking. No, when she made love to her sky captains, it was a true aerobic workout and if done right, not only had her cumming multiple times, but so did her men. Which is why she wanted more than just one of them, for she soon found herself wanting and dreaming during her sudden dry spell with all three in the Indian Ocean, to be covered with their tasty pearly seed looking up at them as they shot their loads all over her creamy soft breasts, whilst she talked dirty and encouraged them on.

Unfortunately, during the next two years, her time with her sky pilots became less and less, as did the letters and messages between her and the Commander. However, none of them were completely out of her life, just simply busy with their careers, and for the Commander he was knee deep in planning to ensure that all of their careers and lives would soon intersect, but it was a time consuming process. As for the marriages of Sonia's sky pilots, both men remained firmly attached; however, as both men also worked for other airlines that flew internationally, in addition to their contract work for Kinshasa Air, both men occasionally flew Sonia first class on their flights for free where they would stay in bed with her during their two day layover and fuck their brains out, during which Sonia would get her belly full of their warm and salty delicious spunk.

As for Sonia's loving Commander, in the months leading up to his meeting her there on the tarmac at Heathrow, he worked nearly 80 hours a week so that Operation Pegasus could be pulled off, after which he intended to retire from the Navy and remain for an undetermined time in the Seychelles with his new lover, Lola. After Operation Pegasus was then set in motion during the time of his two year stint in the Seychelles, he and Lola would then travel to and settle in Japan where he intended to sell the formula of Mahala Zeta to his Yakuza contacts, and teach the erotic arts to beautiful wealthy women at his friend Akira Sensei's new school on a secluded island in the Seto Inland Sea. Little could he have imagined how successful Operation Pegasus would be, with the beautiful and now 49 year old Sonia in the center of it all.

Fortunately for the lovely Lady Sonia Elizabeth Padgett-Churchill, her dreams, desires and the planning and imagination of her loving Commander met on the tarmac at Heathrow in the shadow of an aging 747, as he led them on an erotic quest not even the romantic Victorian adventure fiction writers of the day could ever dare to dream. As she and her sky pilots stepped off the plane in London, they headed to the luxury hotel where they were booked and showered off together the semen, cum and sweat their tired bodies had accumulated during the long flight from the Seychelles. After which they fell asleep, with the last images Sonia recalled was the sight of William and Andrew in a torrid 69 sucking each other's cock and balls, while she lay there, now to tired to sit up and spread her legs watching them as she finger fucked herself to sleep dreaming as she returned to that day 15 nearly months ago at Heathrow when she heard Lola say, "Shall we get this adventure started?"