The private jet touched down on the Kennedy airport runway. The party on board could see the cars they would be using start across the tarmac. This was the way to travel. No waiting, no hassle just pure comforts and lots of service.
Peggy urged them to hurry as their tickets for Annie get your Gun were in one hour and nobody knew how heavy the traffic was or how slow it would be in this late winter storm.
They bundled up in their furs and made sure they had what they needed for the theater and for dinner. Everything else was going directly to the Trump penthouse where they were staying for the weekend.
Once inside their cars, they feasted on shrimp and lobster rolls and several other dainties as T.J. like to call any thing that wasn’t the size of a Texas steer. The miles into the city flew as if they didn't matter. To the happy group of six, they didn't matter. They were having too much fun.
This weekend was just what everyone needed the air already charged with possibilities. It had been several years since they had partied together and never in this style, .It would be interesting to see if they could recreate their younger wilder days.
The show was wonderful and the dinner later left them sated and tipsy from the wonderful wines and brandy. They were all ready to call it a night. The splendor of the Tower penthouse however worked its magic to wake them all up. It was magnificent. The six if you read the papers were considered to be in the top third of the richest people in the country, No one lived on this scale. They had all struggled to accumulate their cash and so they were too frugal to waste it on excessive show. They were like little kids let loose in a toy store as they explored. Soon all six naked as the day God made them were in the hot tub with more champagne and the air was fraught with the smell of sexual tension, a bittersweet sharp odor.
It's hard to tell who started it, the sexual play. Soon everyone was involved, a finger here a tongue there. A breast being teased by someone other than the mate of the lady involved. It was mad, it was wonderful, and it was a hell of a lot of good clean old-fashioned sexual fun. Soon with the temperature of the group heated up, T.J. suggested they get comfortable inside, as it was warm and there was room for all . Naked and excited they followed their leader. He grabbed the first woman he reached and looking to Peggy for approval pushed her down on the floor and entered her in one swift move. All heard her gasp and then her whispered "Fuck me stud."
Peggy reached for Terry's hubby who looked like he was wondering what was happening, and gracefully kneeling took his rampart cock into her mouth. He sighed and relaxed. It would be all right. Jim his hands tangled in her long blond hair was soon fucking her mouth at a furious pace. Peggy was hard put to keep up with him and loving every moment .the others were watching, getting more excited and laying bets to see who came first. Jim, who had his huge cock in Peggy's hungry mouth or T.J. who was buried up Terry's pretty pussy, with his long slender fingers working on her sweet ass.
Peggy won by a mouthful. The rest of the group paired off and got friendly soon it was hard to tell who was doing what to which person. They hadn't had this much fun since their 20's. Once they had all had a few orgasms and were tired out, they wandered off to bed.
Later that night Peggy and T.J. after some hot marital sex got talking and wondered if this would continue all weekend or if remorse would set in and send them back to middle aged conventions. They would have felt a lot better if they could have heard the other couples or watched them.
They were all having sex of one sort or another. Most of them were in the once a week if lucky category and this night was being enjoyed for all its worth. Fact of the matter more than one couple were plotting how to make it happen again.
