NYC Abandoned Wives Foundation

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.