AUTHORS NOTES
This story is for mature adults only. No person is under 35 years old and all have consented completely and without equivocation to their sexual encounters.
BACKGROUND
This is the continuation of a longer story that can be followed if you so choose by going to the authors name on this website. If you just wish to stay with this particular part of the overall story please enjoy.
We are Jake and Toni, a typical young couple trying to break free of the mortgage stress, while raising two girls soon to enter their teens. Jake is hell bent on making it big financially with his single mindedness and passion for stray pussy in the line of work duty causing us to agree to an open marriage. I, Toni have only agreed to continue our marriage in the best interests of their two children. We have been effectively pushed into membership of a US wide swinger's group with Jake to get access to the money people who can make it happen for the family's ambitions.
Jake with a great deal of sleeping with the members wives and I occasionally doing the same (under some level of protest) with their husbands, have won the biggest sales contracts for two months in a row for Consult Co Inc. As a bonus, we get an all-expenses paid one week trip to NYC to attend a major Engineers conference. The conditions for the grant being to identify new targets, contracts and set up for new proposals. The benefits being a $20,000 budget and no questions asked as to how it is spent; meaning stay on Times Square at the majestic old Hotel where the Conference is to be held, with a view to die for, some designer new clothes for me and some of the best entertainment and food in the USA.
MY STORY
The words of Jake are ringing in my ears as we go down in the lift to the Conference dinner in the ballroom "Z P Inc has a multi-million dollar contract out for tender and we are expected by Houston to do absolutely everything possible to lock that in for Consult Co Inc. Needless to say no limits at all on whatever is to be done to win. All those clothes you bought for this trip are all dependent on us winning."
Jake tells me that he has paid a big sponsorship, to the Conference organisers to be on the head table and next to Z P Inc MD and his lady.
As we enter the ballroom all the men are in their black-tie penguin suits and the ladies are dressed, or expensively dressed dependent upon how we women would look at it, in their finest formal dinner gowns with plenty of skin on show. It is clear this night is going to be a very competitive environment with stakes very high and the relationships greatly influenced by the money on show.
The head table is a mixture of old and new money, typical of the oil and gas industry in the US.
As Jake and I approach we are closely reviewed by those assembled, with us apparently the last to arrive. It is an unnerving experience to be checked out from the top of your head to your shoes, with the guys checking out my ample cleavage down through my hips and into the imaginary lingerie underneath. The ladies are more focused on their man's reaction to my intentions, my make-up and silver/diamond jewellery, seemingly calculating where I shopped and how much I spent on tonight's outfit.
Hubby said "tonight I was dress up" and so I did. Ralph Lauren shoestring black shimmering beaded at bodice long length dress low cut to show off plenty of cleavage that clings tightly to my body and swishes as I move. The silver shoes are Ralph Lauren that flash and sparkle as they flex on my feet. My blond hair slips loosely across my shoulders creating an image of a woman confident in herself. The make-up is a softer red lipstick and gentle blue highlighting over my eyes to focus on my baby blues. My only jewellery is a diamond choker chain, silver earrings from the swinger's club and a silver chain around my wrist with a swinger's club pendant. There was no way I could wear a bra under this outfit even if I wanted to do so and the g string was so small as to not to cause an impact on the fall of the dress across my hips.
One could read the minds of the women present. Real competition and keep her away from my cash flow male.
The men were enjoying every step I took towards them and took in my every word as they sought to read the inner Toni.
Impact made.
As we moved to our places on the call of the host, my arm was grabbed by a tall sophisticate lady probably in her early thirties, about my height and weight. If you could pardon the jealousies of most of the women in the room, she could only be described as stunningly beautiful. Her tall figure was that perfect wine glass emphasised by her tight dress. The plenty of skin on show was milk white. Her hair was cut to accentuate her impish facial features; it was carrot red, curly and down to her shoulders and those flashing green eyes just lit up her face. A halter neck green silk long A line dress with a shaping cut over those 38C's that just covered her braless breasts allowing plenty of viewing from the sides with only a small amount of fabric starting low down her back. Her jewellery was on her arms as serious diamond bracelets on each wrist and her ears as dangling earrings which seemed to have an upgraded version of the silver that I wore except with major diamonds imbedded.
"Hi I am Sinead. I am glad you could come this year. Jake has joined us at our place on several of his trips to New York and he has spoken very positively about you. He was right, you are beautiful. Come sit next to me and Jake can sit next to Randolph. Just call me Sin and hubby Randy. That probably better suits us anyway."
The next twenty minutes I could hardly get a word in as Sin told me about herself, her Randy, her New York Irish background and their lives. She was totally open and reading all my reactions. Sin was no innocent redhead and knew precisely what she wanted in life. That was money and power.
Eventually I was able to get a few words in and I knew these had to be chosen wisely and not like some blond bimbo wife who would be easily discounted.
Sin seemed to know a great deal about Jake and myself, so I could drop all the light conversation.
"I notice your special earrings Sin. Did Randy get them for you as a present?"
"Randy and I are members of a social group. These are part of a jewellery collection available exclusively to members. You will see Randy got the cufflinks. Unless I am mistaken you are wearing the same basic design work on those earrings, so you are also members of that same group?"
"Yes, well observed Sin. Joined a few months ago and attended their annual executive meeting down in Cancun."
"You know Janice then I assume? She was on the executive the last time we met in NYC."
This surprised me, but I got away with a nod.
"Knowing her I am sure she would want us to show you and Jake the special and unique places in NYC that her and hubby visited with us."
"Well Toni we should change the subject lest people get the wrong impression. Talk further after dinner. This menu looks superb tonight."
The dinner was exactly that, along with some great Californian reds and sparkling whites.
"Toni I am going outside for a break, care to join me?"
We picked up our handbags, smiled at our busy husbands engrossed in their business and went outside the ballroom to a quiet room set off from the Engineers gathering.
Sin picked a small coffee room available and strode ahead. She had a perfect rear end, nicely proportioned on top of long slender legs. Her dress was light sensitive so you could see the outline of her body through it as she walked towards a light source. The back of her dress was tied together with multiple strips, allowing freedom of movement and observation of her many attractive features.
She sat down on a luxurious leather lounge, crossed her legs and allowed the split in her dress to expose a long length of leg. She teased by allowing that gap to widen and by having her leg bounce lightly every so often to get one's eyes focused.
I sat opposite with my black coffee in hand wondering how she would discuss the obvious. I bent forward to allow her to speak quietly in case we were disturbed. She enjoyed my cleavage and the occasional glimpse of nipples.
