NYC Abandoned Wives Foundation

NYC Abandoned Wives Foundation (Toni’s view Point)

Useful Background (Please ignore if looking at story as stand alone)

Jake and Toni are a typical young Houston couple trying to break free of the mortgage stress, while raising two girls soon to enter their teens. Jake is so hell bent on making it big financially with single mindedness along with a passion for stray pussy (in the line of work duty), he has caused the two to agree to an open marriage. Toni has only agreed to continue their marriage in the best interests of their two daughters, but fact was she was cautiously aware that her hot wife moments were getting to her and she wanted more (under protest of course).

They have inexorably been pushed into membership of a US wide swinger’s group, with Jake focused on getting access to the money people who can make it happen for their ambitions and Toni along for the “ride” of her life. Toni really loves Jake deeply, but their ties are being broken down by each other’s infidelities.

Whatever the families think of Jake, he has succeeded in winning the biggest sales contracts for his Consult Co Inc partners two months in a row and as a result gets an all-expenses-paid trip to NYC for the two.

While in NYC the two have organised themselves to become members of a seriously rich group of high-flyers whose targeted couple, Sinead (Sin) and Randolph (Randy) are the head execs of the NYC branch of the swinger’s club.

While Jake was off playing golf at a private club with Randy and his business associates, Sin organised for herself and Toni to have a full makeover at the NYC hotel where the four were staying as part of getting ready for a masked ball run by the swinger’s club tonight, also at the Hotel.

Toni had received a phone call on her mobile from Sam that Saturday afternoon, one of her closest friends back in Houston that afternoon. She spoke candidly about her problems after the death of her husband, those of Belle who was still in witness protection and a half a dozen of her ex-university friends who were now struggling financially and mentally after their own marital break-ups. It reinforced in Toni she had to help-out and she was being provided the mechanisms via her relationship with Sin and Randy, but it was going to be a long hard road.

Result of the Auction – Sunday Morning (After)

I was looking out over a wet NYC night scape from a covered penthouse balcony high over Central Park. My lovers, Raul and Treb had outbid all comers at the after-party auction. We were enjoying a moment of peace relaxing together in a lounged area after over an hour of passion, passing around a joint of marihuana and sipping away at Moet. There was no need for clothes. We had explored each other to the point of no unknowns.

My lovers were like twins, tall about 6 feet 6 inches, flowing shoulder length lustrous back hair, seriously muscled but not freakishly so, Argentinian and handsome in the masculine extreme, not overly built down south but sensitive to my needs and great conversationalists. Facially there were some differences with Treb having sharper features and deep brown pools of sensuality, while Raul was more round jawed with interesting steel grey eyes. Both great looking hunks of men who suffered little in the comparison stakes.

I was in no mood to go back to my hotel, especially since I knew Jake had hooked up with two bi-sexual women at the Ball.

My boobs, pussy and mouth had received a very welcome workover by two guys who knew how to make love to a woman who enjoys sex. Ruiz had one of those cocks that seem to exude power and energy as they enjoy themselves in a wet pussy. What I loved most about Ruiz’s cock was its girth and the way its bulbous head stretched its way past my opening on its way down my depths. It surprised me that I was becoming addicted to different cocks and had no issues here in NYC opening my legs for unprotected sex with the Club members. My world was changing and that of the conservative Houston housewife had been left far behind, at least while I was here in NYC. At this very moment I was not going to concern myself with tomorrow, next month or even later in the year.

Treb was better at sucking my boobs and my pussy than Raul, but I am here with the two so enjoy the package while I can.

“Good dope like this always makes me randy. It takes me back to my university days of free love and open beds. Your great champers goes straight to my head. Inhibitions are gone and my pussy gets super wet. I trust we have not got you two guys wanting to sleep off tonight’s efforts?”

Raul took a drag and uttered “What do you suggest we do to keep that pussy of yours happy?”

“As I have emptied my glass I suggest I occupy my mouth elsewhere, if that works for you and while I am busy up there maybe one of you gentlemen would wish to get pussy active?”

Raul passed me the joint for another drag and pussy had an instant reaction of a wet flush.

Sucking in deeply my head enjoyed the euphoria I always used to get from good dope.

Raul was closest so I passed him back the joint and bent down to push his legs apart giving me plenty of room access to his growing cock. I dropped my face down to engulf that bulbous head and gave him the best blow job I could manage for the next ten minutes, slowing engorging that average length cock down my throat. Ruiz’s thickness is great as it found all the edges in my post baby pussy. By placing my hands around its girth, I could manipulate it better into my mouth and give me the chance of a masturbation that I could control its progress to another come. In my mouth it could enjoy a bit of depth because it was not so long it choked my breath, allowing me to twist and suck at the same time.

This time I took the opportunity to really work on my techniques, not being so horny as I needed to get a cock hard enough to get between my pussy lips and deep into my love channel. Maybe it was because I started to think a lot more about what I was doing and why, but I did check out all the ripples and bumps on Raul’s skin, the shape of his cap, the softness of the underside of his cock and what really produced physical feedback from his reactions to my variations in sucking, blowing, licking and drawing my hands up his length.

As with the men I have known, there is no one size of head and Raul’s was largish, firm and had a great cap that I could lick his opening and the underside of his circumsized flap. Opening wide it just slid in and with a bit of pre-cum tasted great.

As Raul had come several times already between my thigh’s, he was not going to come in my mouth quickly, I wiggled my bum at Treb to see if I could attract him between my legs now well exposed to the NYC skyline. I was not really thinking things through all that deeply being “high as a kite” on the dope and booze, but I knew pussy was ready for a lot more action. I did see that minute security camera and for some reason best known to my suspicious brain, kept that locked in for follow up.

Treb being the seducer of the Brazilian gods needed no second invitation. He lifted himself from his lounge and went inside the apartment, surprising me with his nonchalance. He came back a few minutes later and continued to play with his cock at my opening, letting it just enter ever so slightly and then pulling back sucking as much of my juices down and over his growing member. This went on for a long as I could take it before I gave up enjoying Raul and slammed myself backwards onto Treb’s cock driving it deep into my pussy and then holding on with all my internal muscle strength that I could muster.

“Well, are you going to do me or not?”

With that ultimatum he put his attention into that other hole that up to this point had not been visited by either Argentinian.

He spread as much of my juices over his thumb, inserted it slowly into my rose bud and pushed my head back down onto Raul’s cock holding it there while he lubricated me with what he obviously went back into the apartment to retrieve. At this point I was not impressed, but what could I do with two strong muscled men holding me firmly in position and me having no rights if I were to ever go to the police. Besides these guys had paid a $27000 donation to the Foundation and you cannot expect limitations when that type of money passes hands. The result was I just went for the ride and as my sister says to me regularly “just enjoy yourself”.

Not being a virgin in the rose bud, thanks to my husband and some the swingers club members down in Cancun, I knew what to expect and allowed Treb free access.

In absence of any complaints, Treb lay down on a lounge behind him and pulled me back down onto his cock with my rose bud going through another stretching as he entered and slowly manipulated himself past my sphincter and into my dark channel.

Raul took a signal from Treb and lurched forward pushing my legs up over my shoulders and his cock went straight into my super wet pussy, while driving Treb’s cock further up my arse.

“You wanted to be fucked. Well, here we both are and I hope you love every minute of the way we treat Sin’s girls from the Foundation. Take it from us, they never knock back a booking from our family and they always leave satisfied with a decent tip.”

Once these two guys got their co-ordination, I was in heaven. This was no brutal assault. Nor was it some gentle “walk in the park”. It was passionate, full of effort and enthusiasm. My holes were throbbing with such an intensity that my mind was overcome with thoughts emanating from the senses in one small part of my anatomy. I would not say that DP is my favourite sex combination for three, but these guys knew how to make a woman enjoy the sensations of being totally full down there, the combination, the thin wall between the two cocks spreading my insides and the effect being constant rather than a see sawing effect. All I could do was lay back and enjoy the ride while I held my legs open as wide as I could with my arms. In seconds I was streaming out of my pussy and down onto Treb’s cock that helped with the lubrication needed. While Ruiz was thicker than long, Treb was longer providing the somewhat perfect combination for the DP. Ruiz was the talker and Treb was the stayer.

“We love the way you enjoy your sex. The challenge is for you to keep us satisfied for another 28 hours? That pussy of yours is just sucking me in. You know how to fuck with pleasure?

“Maybe I am a nympho. Maybe I just love good sex. Right now, I am not doing too much thinking if you get my drift.”

“Whether you are an amateur or not, in 28 hours you will not be by far. Your hips are going to be spread wider and pussy is going to be opened a lot more by the time the family are finished with you.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun is coming my way.”

“If you want to set up that Foundation in Houston, this is going to be your profession, so get used to the pleasure, because a lot of sex is going to come your way and our family will be active between your legs no doubt.”

Those words sank in. I am enjoying exactly what I am doing and why would I not be? I love the sex, the great clothes and my lifestyle was far from boring. We are just going to have to see where the next 28 hours takes me. What does he mean by using the term family mean?

“Guys, let us issue a challenge and see who is up to it in 28 hours? Meanwhile, at least I can breath while you guys take the wind out of my lungs. Pardon me but I am about to come. Oh, my goodness that is fabulous. Keep fucking me……………………”

The sensations got to me by the time we all came together with one heck of a rush with me being drowned by their sperm between my legs and not able to stand up until Raul pulled me up from Treb.

We all did our best to collect our breath and get our heart rates down.

I was even offered a towel by Treb to clean up. A gentleman or to ensure the sperm and my intermingled juices did not flow onto his balcony?

The guys chose separate bedrooms to each other and myself, so I assumed they had been challenged and wanted a decent sleep.

I needed a long shower and felt great, if not a little sore around the rear and my boobs that had taken a lot of sucking. The dope kept me awake for a while and my mind went back to how the last 24 hours got me to where I am today and that security camera. I must be getting that hot wife syndrome because I felt absolutely no regrets from anything I did tonight and this morning with these two guys, even though tonight had confirmed I was highly paid professional call girl and a homebody housewife with two children.

Lying here looking out the window onto the drizzle outside, naked and with my fingers between my legs, those previous 24 hours resurfaced in such detail I readily could think through what the consequences may be.

What follows is that recall.

The Day Spa et Al – Saturday Afternoon and Evening Recall (Is the Recall)

I was slowly getting a picture of what Sin was all about in her involvement with the NYC Abandoned Wives Foundation. If truth be known I could see that if Jake and I were to become wealthy out of his “efforts” with Consult Co Inc, my share of that wealth could help a lot of close friend females in Houston get back on their feet and recover their lives after major problems all had faced in recent years.

Sin virtually pushed me out of her suite with both of us in nothing more than the long bath coats and slippers in the suite cupboards with a “come on, hurry up or we will be late for our appointment at the spa”. Now she was paying the bill so what could I say. All I could do was field off the strange and prying looks of the hotel guests in the lift down as we giggled away and gently flashed some of the older hotel patrons.

“Once we have had our workover, I have arranged Fabio to give us a refresher on our steps for the Latin-American dances for 30 minutes around 6.00pm. We can then check out what you want to wear in our wardrobe and maybe grab a bite to eat before the guys get back. I think I have the perfect dress to suit your seductions tonight and I am certain who you will want between your legs before the night is out. When we get back to our room I will show you a couple of photos of two guys who will get you wet just looking at them from across the ballroom, much less when they are striding you across the dance floor in a Salsa or Tango”.

Now I am lying here on the spa bench having a full Brazilian wax done of the privates, someone is working on my fingernails and I have a cosmetic mask over my eyes, while someone else is doing my eyebrows. When Sin says she has organised a workover she means every inch of my body and forget any need for privacy on the way. My hair is wet from the full wash and obviously next up is the hairdresser.

No doubt I am being set up again by Sin for a night of lust, passion and sex, in no particular order, but involving two specific men in her mind. With no expense being spared in a private top of the market hotel in NYC spa, Sin has designs on a goal and my body is going to be bait. These guys must be big donors or about to be for the Foundation. Clearly, I have no option but just to go along with whatever plans she has and enjoy myself to the fullest, whether I like it or not. Good fortune has me in a randy mood, so I am getting wet just thinking of the possibilities and end up apologising to girl doing my Brazilian.

All I get from Sin is “don’t worry about the cost, it is on my tab and all my girls come here when we have a big night planned. So lay back and enjoy”.

“All my girls” sticks in my brain and almost certainly confirms my thoughts that Sin is a madam controlling a group of high-priced call girls that frequent the halls and rooms of this beautiful old hotel. But why would someone who is so wealthy want to be a “madam” and how does this sit with Randy? The hotel is treating them as special guests, but does security have an issue here? There were plenty of other questions, but I had no time to think them through as Sin rushed me upstairs to help with the dress choice soon to be made and my dancing reminder lessons.

We throw on some gym clothes as soon as we get in the door, clear out a bit of space moving furniture around and are quickly greeted by a strong knock to Sin’s door. One can only be impressed by Sin’s attention to detail and her insistence on punctuality as she thanks Fabio for being exactly on time.

My picture of Sin continues to expand from a sex driven wild woman originally as per last night’s Conference dinner, to now as it was if she plans everything meticulously with the control focus of a sports star. I ask myself am I concerned from my not being consulted or even have my feelings considered? There seemed to be only one interpretation, she was my boss and do as you are told.

Fabio is a gay guy dressed out in flamboyant pink, blue and orange Latin-American clothes you would expect to see in an Argentinian tango club. He is one crazy guy, funny, effervescent, full of energy and cranked up ready to get we two women back into the groove. His groove and be smooth.

From my years teaching Zumba classes in the gym, those hips want to and do achieve virtually all the challenges Fabio puts me and Sin through. We run through cha-chas, rumbas, sambas and get stuck on the violent seductive movements of the tangos. As if we could get all these dances down in a 30-minute session, despite how good a teacher he was and how demonstrative he forced our hips to gyrate. What was serious fun happened to be the physicality of each and his arms movements that just wandered across our boobs, down our backs and across our exposed rear ends. I had no doubt he did this deliberately preparing us for tonight’s frivolity and in my case designed sexuality.

With the same level of gay flourish, he turned off his music and exited with a “have left the CDs in your player if you want to have another go before you join the Ball”.

“Now that dress. Here go and put this one while I put on that green ball ballgown I showed you last night. Come back in a few minutes and we can compare thoughts? There are two black masks on the bench. Mine is the one with the diamonds”.

It was going to be warm in that dance hall and there would be plenty of people watching with interest their competition for best dressed, sexiest dressed and largely just covered but dressed.

Now this gown that Sin handed over was never designed to cover a great deal of any female body. It was slinky with colour variations of blue and pink that flashed as the dress twisted and turned with the intended movements of the dancer. It was supported by two thin shoe-string straps, with cross overs across the back to ensure the dress remained on despite what any dancer may achieve in her gyrations. The front was low cut and intended to fit reasonably tightly across the bodice, with absolutely zero chance of any bra for support. The right side of the dress ended just above the knee edged in lace, while the left was cut on a bias so that the bottom cut across at the angle that just covered the panty line. As a package came a pair of panties that were made of the same material as the dress, obviously intending that those panties were deliberately going to be on show as the dancer extended her legs or twisted them as the dance styles intended.

If I were back in Houston there would be no way I would ever contemplate wearing such a dress and using it to seduce anyone, much less one or more men of Sin’s choice none of whom included my husband.

Looking in the mirror and holding the dress against my body, I truly had all the different thoughts flushing through my mind until Sin calmly put two photos down on the bench in front of me. Here were the photo images of two god like “Thors”, tall, dark, handsome and with the sexiest eyes that would charm the dress off any woman who passed before them. All she said was “and they are built like no other men you are going to enjoy in your lifetime”.

So much for doubts.

I heard Sin go to the door to let Jake and Randy in after their golf game. She just headed them to the showers and told them to get ready as we had 45 minutes to get ready and be the hosts for tonight’s event.

That dress just slipped down over my head and fitted all my cracks and crevices as if it was cut and made for me by the boutique downstairs.

When a woman wants to look sexy, desirable, wanting and available, this dress met all those criteria. It was on my body and fitted just perfectly.

My perky boobs filled out that set of triangles such that my nipples were highlighted without straining the material. The sides of my boobs showed out emphasising the firmness of my mounds. The cleavage was deep enough to maintain the rigidity of the triangles without looking like I was wearing a silk camisole as an excuse for a ball gown. The back was criss-crossed by the supporting two straps but that was all the coverage until an inch or two above my rear crack. The right side of the dress started just above my knee and cut almost vertically upwards so that my pussy was just covered, as was the supports to my high cut panties on my left.

This was one sexy dress designed for Latin-American music and to me it fitted superbly. Once I got it on there was no way Jake or anyone in that suite was going to get me to take it off before we went to the ball. Yes, I looked sexy. I felt sexy and I oozed sex appeal. What more could a woman ask. Wasn’t I glad I was so far away from all the inhibitions that Houston held over me and my lifestyle?

“Oh my god you look like Mata Hari about to seduce her English gentlemen. You are so sexy in that dress.”

Sin came up behind me and pulled down the two straps slightly tightening the front against my boobs. Her hands reached to the front cupping my boobs and looking at the effect in the dressing mirror. She gently squeezed them to see the effect of my nipples bouncing to attention.

“Perfect. Just wait until you see Ruiz and Seb. In this dress those guys do not have a chance of escape tonight lovely lady. You will have them eating out of hand and other places as soon as they lay eyes on you.”

“Play it cool, be reserved and they will believe they are doing the seduction”.

Forty-five minutes later we had our masks on, make up done, jewellery attached, dancing pumps fitted and about to leave our suite. As Jake and Randy espied us in our finest moment the chorus was “you two are absolutely magnificent” they moved forward to hold, more likely grope us. Sin firmly said “sorry guys but touching is going to have to wait. You have two of the finest and most expensive professional ladies as your partners for tonight’s pleasures. Time to show us off to NY’s wealthy set.”

The Masked Ball — Saturday Evening and Night

Once Randy passed over our tickets at the front door for the venue, we were confronted by a room decked out as if we were adventuring in Argentina, with fabulous Tango and Cha-Cha music blasting away via a DJ, all the accoutrements were Latin and the serving staff dressed to the best La-Bomba style. Sin took over wandering around the room leaving me with Jake.

“So how was golf today?”

Now Jake fumbled his answer as if he was hiding something with a “great day with Randy and I winning a few grand on the last hole.”

After all the years we have been married I knew he was holding something back.

“Does that mean you have to give the losers and chance to recover their losses?”

“Sprung. You read me like a book. Randy has got us into a foursome event in a competition with his broker friends spread over Monday and Tuesday. I should be back Wednesday afternoon and I was hoping you and Sin could spend some time together getting you introduced to the NYC wealthy set.”

I let the words sink in and took control.

“We come all the way to NYC for business and you are going off losing golf balls with his mates. This better be about Consult Co. OK. Yes, sin and I have hit it off well and I am sure we can find things to keep us occupied. As a matter of fact, I am sure Sin was talking about a fashion parade on Monday and a promo for a restaurant friend of hers on Tuesday, so fine make your plans. You can bet your credit card is going to be damaged by the time you get back, so don’t play the hard done by hubby when you get your next statement.”

While I had the outward presentation of being annoyed at Jake, truth is this fitted our plans perfectly and I would not have to explain what and where I was going to be.

All the guests dressed in their finest Latin outfits started to arrive, so I deliberately let the issue drop as Sin and Randy introduced us around the room. Every person prominently displayed jewellery at one part or another of their anatomy that promoted them as being active members of the NYC branch of the swinger’s club. How some of the women were going to keep their boobs in their dresses without a lot of luck during the dancing confounded me. There was skin everywhere, along with the competition of Ralph Lauren versus Chanelle versus Balenciaga versus Vera Wang and all the other high-end designer outfits. The trophy wives, the mutton dressed up as lamb, the controller types were all on show as if we were watching a re-run of the TV show. TV personalities, sports stars, city officials, fashion house designers, cigar munching brokers were all there.

The game was watch everyone else and alert to the games being played as if this was the principal reason for tonight’s gathering. The food, the wine, the conversations were all part of the presentation, concluded by some great dancing and plenty of organising for afters.

After about 60 minutes the real purpose of the evening, at least for the assembled if not for me, came to the fore with announcements seeking the guests to the tables and the fund raising would begin with a task of raising several hundred thousand dollars for the Foundation.

Sin showed us to our table, but we were separated by several places, as were the other couples and guests. It was there for the first time tonight that Raul and Treb appeared having arrived late and without partners. Each sat opposite on my table and appeared rushed with their apologies. There was also two single probably gay women who were placed on either side of Jake; that should be fun was my first thought and then my head got around to Sin has another plan afoot.

As the food and wine flowed the glances around the table became more obvious, the conversations more mature and the bidding on the auctioned goods, holidays and services ramped up. By the time the main course was complete the entire room was buzzing; more intimate conversations started, including judicious flirting, flashing and loose hands.

Randy as compere announced the auction and the tickets had raised $400,000 for the Foundation and a further auction would be held at the after party to see if they could get to $500,000 for the night. The crowd broke into cheers, meaning to me as an outsider for the night, Sin had been doing an excellent task of getting the right people there in the appropriate mood, knowing their cheque books were going to be opened. But this group of persons always would be awake and would have their own agendas and purposes to be apparently so free with their cash, even though they appeared to be well on the way to being intoxicated.

The lights dimmed and the DJ opened with his first Rhumba of the evening. As if rehearsed, Treb approached Sin and escorted her to the dance floor to begin the next phase of the evening. The crowd were well behind this move as if it had been done many times before. The cheers flowed as on every flicking of the legs, the twisting of the body and the wrapping of the torso enchanted the onlookers. The Tango followed and their bodies operated as if each was seducing the other, enticing each to allow their hands to wander away from the more proper positions as you would see in a dance competition.

“My brother has no shame here where he is known so well. He loves to seduce his women with his dancing. He is very good, Yes? She reacts well to his every move as if they are attached together. The faces are intent. They are a beautiful couple of lovers, are they not?”

Raul had crossed the table in the darkened room and was now quietly talking into my right ear with his distinctly Latin-American accent.

I did not need to look. I knew who it was and why he was next to me.

Those words of Sin were remembered “Play it cool, be reserved and they will believe they are doing the seducing.”

“Oh hi. I am sorry we did not meet earlier I am a friend of Sin’s from Houston. My name is Toni.”

“Hi Toni. Mine is Raul. That is a common name from Argentina where I come from. I did not believe I had seen you here before at one of Sin’s parties. I know I would have remembered someone as beautiful as you.”

I allowed a few minutes to pass watching Treb and Sin playing out their routine on the dance floor and seeing a few others begin to join them.

“They dance that Tango well. Are they lovers?”

“That is a question you should only ever ask them. Being lovers is a very personal pleasure is it not?”

“True.”

“No one is allowed to dance with their partner or husband.”

“But you are here with your brother.”

“We are both too busy to have partners. But we do not want to know about our lover’s partner, only about our lover and her needs. Do you dance?”

“Are you going to seduce me like Treb is with Sin?”

“Maybe. Why don’t we enjoy a few dances and see?”

I smiled into his big brown eyes, raised my hand and allowed him to guide me to the dance floor. No words were said as we found ample room. He took me firmly into his arms seeking to sense my skills, my willingness to follow and to relate to the beat of the music. We began to move as one and the music filled my brain.

The next hour was filled with the most fun for years I have had while somewhat vertical. Raul and Treb swapped partners and allowed me the best of both their energies as dancers, seducers and positive men. They encouraged me to be open, flash the length of my legs as we extended backwards and to push into their bodies and their growing cocks on every occasion our gyrations permitted. It was so erotic allowing their hands to wander across my rear feeling for the minuteness of my g string and over my boobs as they brought me close and pulled me firmly into the next twist and extension. My pussy seemed to be constantly wet, but I did not care if people could see how moist my nickers were every time my dress flicked up or was opened by the extension of my legs.

As we finished the last beats for the final dance of the evening Raul twisted me and brought me back hard against his substantive bulge in his trousers. His hands reached around in front brazenly feeling my moist gap and my right boob that proudly was displaying a very firm nipple. His hands brushed away seemingly as if this were an accident, while my body said more erotic messages with a mini cum pulsing through and down my legs.

Raul delivered me to my chair as he whispered “Thank you. You are both beautiful and a seductress dancer. I hope you will be in the auction tonight at the after party?” He gave me the most lingering of smiles and caught up with Treb, seemingly to agree some business deal.

Sin gave me the most welcoming of hugs as she whispered “come to the after-party”, while my husband seemed oblivious to my outlandishly forward behaviour by having one or other of the two women at our table on his lap.

The After-Party Sunday Morning

Sin caught up with me as I rose trying to get Jake’s eye to escort me out of the ballroom.

“I assume you enjoyed Raul and Treb the way you were shall we say dancing?”

“Those guys could put their shoes under my bed here in NYC anytime they want.”

“What would you say if I were to organise that for you while I raise some cash for the Foundation?”

I looked across at Jake and he was still allowing his hands to wander across the rears of his two infatuated ladies. He was showing little interest in myself. I could see he had decent bulge in his trousers, suggesting he had plans for these two this night and that was unlikely to include me.

“Fine by me.”

“Sounds good. Why don’t you go back to your room, freshen up and change into your sexiest cocktail dress? Grab your handbag for spare nickers and a toothbrush and come back to our room where we will be having an after-party from some of the Foundations biggest contributors. See you in 30 minutes?”

Now her precision on what I should include in my handbag left no doubt as to what she intended and right now looking across at Jake, everything in her suggestions seemed eminently reasonable.

“Don’t worry about Jake. Those women will keep him occupied until Monday at least.”

She seemed to be spot on as I saw one of his ladies massaging his cock over his pants. I left him to his own devises. What I was about to do would involve no guilt on my part, even though after this party I will never be able to deny I have been a highly paid call girl. My juices were flowing thinking about what would come into fruition over the next few hours. I just glided back to my room as if I had no cares in the world.

This was the quickest turn arounds I have done for years, dropping my dress into the cupboard and my nickers into the wash basket. A fast wash, touch up my make-up and lipstick, put on my larger Club earrings and nipple ring, slide that expensive black shimmering mini skirt over my head and zip up. Tidy my hair in the mirror and admire the image that I could provide. Fact was I was proud how I had kept myself over the years since I had my two daughters. That mini skirt was perfect for tonight, being a halter style with straps joining behind the neck; it showed off my upper body well, especially since it had a deep keyhole cut out promoting my cleavage at the front and the sides of my boobs as it sculpted down to a low cut back. The length was a respectable coverage of my pussy by around 4 inches, with a short slit up my right leg. The only other attire was a fine mesh see through g string and a pair of high black heals. Grabbing my small handbag and inserting the suggested toothbrush and spare g strings, I gave myself one last look in the mirror and was off out the door and down the corridor to the lifts.

My pussy continued to leak as I pushed the button for Sin’s penthouse floor in anticipation of matters to come.

I thought to myself “No turning back now. Just do what sister said and lay back and enjoy.”

The security guard gave me the close overview and checked my identity papers against his list, opening the door to Sin and Randy’s Suite with an appreciative grin.

Sin met me as I passed through the Portal with a “You look stunning. If it were not for the need for funds from the auction, I would be making a play for you myself. I want you to chase the field with all the people here so we can get as active a bidding going as we can to boost up the donation for your services.”

Not subtle is our Sin.

“Raul and Treb are here. My guess is they are your likely top bidders. They love newbies and they are pre-confirmed up to $50 grand.”

She straightened up my halter catch behind my neck, checked me over, patted me on the rear and whispered “if you really want to find Jake, he is in the second bedroom fucking those two women he met at the Ball. I suggest you give that room a wide birth. One last suggestion, stay away from the white powder. It is cocaine and there are a few users doing lines tonight.”

There were no masks at the after-party, which made it interesting to see some of the faces of some very well-known NYC identities who were “hanging it all out” and enjoying the Foundations hospitality. No names, no pack-drill as the saying goes.

After several hours at the Ball downstairs and now on free booze at this party, this assembled party-going group were really swinging to some great music from a local DJ.

In my rounds of the room the number of times I was told “I remember you. You were the one doing all those fantastic dances with those Argentinian guys.” The alternative was “We were wishing it is one of us who you were wrapping those fabulous long legs around. Love your body and love that dress. Maybe later?”

There were some males, females and couples who were considerably more forward. One husband and wife just propositioned me for $10,000 to spend the next 24 hours with them in their dungeon. Two “ladies” suggested that I needed the attention that only a female could provide; they offered $15,000 for the week at their country property in the Hamptons. There were plenty of others, of both genders, who admired my taste in dresses, but all they just wanted was a quick fuck in the back bedrooms. Their approaches were varied but the women, hardly ladies, were slurring their words and had no issues with groping my rear end or slipping their hand into the slit of my dress while searching to see if my pussy was moist enough.

For some reason best known to my brain I decided to wander past the bedroom where Jake was supposedly busy with two of the masked ball ladies. He was busy all right. While the light was subdued, I could readily make out Jake’s arm wrapped around the rear of one blond woman pulling her hard against his mouth as her ate her out with her sitting on his chest. That arm had an unmistakable tattoo from his time in the Naval Reserve. The other blond bimbo was riding up and down on his cock facing in my direction with her eyes shut showing all the pleasures as she worked herself down his cock and pushed it harder up her pussy, with all her juices flowing down between her legs as she took advantage of my sexy husband. She had large boobs and super large nipples that bounced and quivered every time she thrust downwards onto Jake. If the woman at the front was anything like the blond facing me they were Jake’s perfect type of big boobs (not my biggest asset), wide thighs and sizable bums he could grab onto for a bit of leverage. None of the three had single piece of clothing on, all that being strewn across the floor leading up to the bed they were using. All three were enjoying themselves wildly from their motions and contortions, but I could not hear Jake and his trio as the other couple on the bed were bonking away so loudly it drowned out all that the trio were saying. The redhead was a firebrand who loved her sex and all that came with it. Her lover was a huge guy who was forcing his cock up on every stroke deeper into his pussy hole and her body shook with his piston strength of plunge. While his cock was well entrenched in this redhead, his right hand was working his way over the boobs of the blond being screwed by Jake facing me and she loved every second of how he twisted and pulled at her nipples. His left hand was buried between her legs giving his redhead a frig while he was fucking away. The redhead’s hands were both behind her back as if they had been tied or bound together. I could see Jakes other hand doing the same twisting to the redhead boobs. This was some orgy; they were going to be at it for hours the way they were enjoying themselves. There was no way I going to cross the threshold of that room, but what I saw gave me the total freedom to do whatever I wished. At some other time and in different circumstances I would be tempted to join these five lovers, but tonight was not that time and place even though I felt randy as anything with the looks and sounds from that room. My pussy was going to be satisfied elsewhere tonight.

While I walked and chatted with the Club members, I had no idea why and how people thought my dresses were so provocative, that I was “on the game” or that my pussy was open for any one’s interest. Then I saw the screen covering the “Auction” at 2.00am promoting the photos of four females including me in our ball gowns as we entered the Masked Ball this evening. No wonder I was being propositioned, but Sin would say if I fronted her “We are just promoting you to get the best value and some competition in the bidding.” By that time, I had several more champagnes and beyond caring, still somewhat in control.