Seduction in NYC
Introduction
Toni and Jake are a young couple who have moved to an open marriage. Toni is writing this segment from her memories. They had just attended a crazy night Convention dinner in NYC and ended up in a massive private suite with a high wealth couple that were major movers in a National swingers group.
This story follows on from NYC Convention.
All persons in this story including the writers are of mature age (over 30 years) and there is no coercion or physical violence involved at any time.
Story
Something stirred my sleep deprived brain that momentous morning. That brain, which causes most of us so much torment, was in my case seeking to turn on the multiplicity of switches while my body was saying "you have got to be joking". Ignoring all my other senses the cells started to connect between my ears and firstly my nose gave me the hint of the cause.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee was lingering where I had been sleeping.
The next sensation was light coming into my eyes and causing my gathering headache to grow, suggesting I had far too much of everything last night but particularly French champagne.
My eyes blinked enough to take in through the fog of my brain. I was lying face up staring at a magnificent chandelier in the centre of a huge ceiling embossed with creative old-style gypsum laced panels. In some very old-style decorated room with spacious areas around this massive circular bed. Brocades, velvets, embossed wallpapers and Victorian era furniture abounded, but very tastefully managed and placed within this huge room.
I can only assume the brain was fortunately still seeking to overcome the stress of that building headache so much that should I not be concerned or anxious as to my surroundings or even how I came to be here.
Next my brain said move and the only sensible movement was with my hands as they wandered across my body to discover no clothes or even sheets as vanity covers.
And then my left hand felt moisture, somewhat sticky and warm between my loins. That hand reacted ever so slowly to instructions above to take that moisture to my nose and then delicately to my mouth. Unless I was hallucinating that was undoubtably semen mixed with my juices and it had partly collected in my folds. My rear told me that the bed beneath me was also moist and the only conclusion my dull brain could produce was I had gone to sleep on this massive bed after one very productive love session last night ending into the early hours.
But that husband of mine, Jake, was nowhere to be seen. Was it his semen or some other males?
Slowly the events of last night came back to me. Surprisingly, I was not alarmed, but that is probably because those memories brought back events that were at the extreme edge of positive pleasure. There was a mixture of sensitive sex with a beautiful Irish lass (Sin) and some hard sex with, yes, it was her husband (Randy) who drove his cock so hard into my pussy that I blanked out in delirious pleasure. As I yearned for more of those moments it was time to get myself together.
Randy obviously left me in this position on the bed allowing me the benefit of rest after the exhaustion of such physical sex. Another thought was my usage had come to an end so get over it. Too much thinking.
My lips and mouth were dry, suggesting they yearned for some of that dark brown brewed coffee whose aromas were enticing my nose.
Lifting me head I was satisfied I was not at any current risk or held by any form of bondage. If it was not for that rotten headache it would have been easy to dream I was in some heaven. But that headache kept me grounded.
Where is a bathroom? Strange I thought of that idea, but I felt a bit of a stream between my legs needed to be deposited anywhere other than on this beautiful bed or the luxuriant carpet. Basic woman's cleanliness I suppose.
This bathroom was also huge, Victorian in its features and with thick while towels adorning racks around the walls. It was not time to survey the scenery as I had an urgent need to be satisfied. The only thing that sank deep into my senses was the vision of a three bath coats on one of four hangers near the door. Strange what you think is relevant in these circumstances.
Once I was able to relieve myself and clean up down there with some French perfumed soap over the bidet, I sauntered over to the first rack and slid one of the housecoats over my shoulders to give me a basic form of modesty.
My nose led me out of the bedroom towards that coffee machine.
In this amazingly large room was reclined Sin, one of my lovers of last night covered only by that fourth house coat, talking on her mobile to who was likely to be one of her employees or contractors. Her tone was getting angrier as she spoke, giving me an insight into this stunningly beautiful woman that was not apparent up to now. She could be tough and uncompromising when necessary and what would be dominant in that package of Sin I would learn quickly enough.
She saw me approaching and waved me towards the coffee machine that had recently finished percolating suggesting she must deal with this call.
What I took in was that one of her people had gone out on a bender last night and that woman would not be able to attend an important meeting with Sin around midday. Sin's language was increasingly ambiguous from the point that I entered her sight in terms of its details, but there was no doubt she was relying heavily on this woman's skills to complete signing some form of a contract that would generate major cash to one or more of her businesses or her foundation. I got the impression Suzanne would have been head of a modelling agency or the like and it was too late to bring into the hotel her 2 IC to substitute.
Sin's last words were "this is the last time Suzanne is going to embarrass me like this. That "bitch" is driving me crazy. I love her like a sister. When she sobers up tell she is transferred to Pets for 30 days and I will talk over her future after she finishes that stint. No debates on that and she better earn her keep. Meanwhile keep her out of my sight or I am likely to say something I would regret."
Sin's face was not that beautiful white Irish skin, peaches and cream complexion and green flashing eyes. She was red faced, furious and needed to calm down or she was going to explode.
I sipped my coffee gazing out the window over Times Square giving her all the time she needed to collect herself and her thoughts.
It was probably ten or so minutes later she eventually spoke to me in a totally different tone.
"Suzanne is head of my modelling agencies in NYC. We found each other ten years ago when I was building up things here. We got on famously and I could trust her implicitly with my people, our client's and our businesses. She became one of my trusted friends, confident and boss of my one of Divisions. Lately the pressures of NYC have caught up with her and she has let me down several times over the last few weeks causing me to have to take over some sensitive stuff and hands on manage some of the businesses with her 2 IC's. She is out to pasture for a while, but I do not see she will be back so I will have to find something else for her to do where she can use her talents. She is a sophisticated woman and deals well with our high-end clients at least until recently. But enough of that problem. Come and join me over on the lounge."
Sin was draped across the lounge opposite, her flaming red hair pushed back from her face to help her support her glasses. Even without make-up she looked stunning and beautiful in her simplicity. Those long legs of hers on show well up her thighs as she slipped down to a sitting position. Bending forward to collect her laptop her boobs were well presented, proving she had nothing on underneath that housecoat. She did not bother with modesty allowing her legs to remain open and uncrossed.
Was she teasing or was this the real her, no nonsense what you see is what you get?
"Last night we talked about our Foundation. Here on my laptop I will show you some of the basics of what we are trying to achieve in NYC and elsewhere in due course. Randy and I have taken some of the abandoned women of NYC to heart and are trying to find ways to house, provide financial support and futures, even if those in most cases are only short to medium term. Once we can get these women out of their ruts, healthy and with financial futures they can take control back."
Sin left me for 30 minutes to browse away. The before and after photos told the story, with the rest being good PR. Here were women down on their luck or assaulted or with children to support who have been turned into the beautiful ladies they were previously. I twigged in my somewhat dulled brain whether it was fate or selection, the photos were of women who could easily have been models in their earlier lives. Is there a message there?
"All those women now work for the Foundation or one of our companies. We treat them like the family we would wish to have. Our own kids are now in colleges away from the swamps of NYC and Washington, but they know most of these ladies from meetings we have at home up the coast in the Hamptons when we get together for parties and the like.
From last night I get the impression you could be interested in setting up a similar support mechanism in Houston?
Maybe I could lend you Suzanne to get things rolling down in Texas?"
Looking at my face she saw some queries rising.
"Sorry I take too much for granted, but time to me is precious. Do you feel like some breakfast? I will ring down and get some continental makings brought up."
I just nodded with a smile and a pair of open arms to suggest a why not and sounds like a good idea.
"You probably are thinking about where is that husband of mine. Jake and Randy went off to play golf at Randy's private membership course earlier this morning, so we have the day to ourselves. Assuming that works for you of course?"
While we were waiting on the lounges sipping on our coffee cup's I had one question that needed to be asked.
"Sin, you are so openly sexual. Is this the real you and is it your future?"
"Sex to me is how I release the devils within me. I love sex. I have no problems approaching any man I think is hot and I want to bed, whether he is married or not and I make no qualms about what I want from him. Pure enjoyable sex. Randy and I are in an open marriage and we could not live being celibate. He can enjoy himself whenever and with whoever he so desires. He does exactly that regularly. Our only rules are legal and never use any form of coercion.
Don't you ever see a guy across a room at a ball, in a disco, in an airport lounge or a restaurant and think he could put his shoes under my bed at any time he wants?"
