My name is Mason, and now at the age of thirty-five, I’m living an affluent lifestyle on the Gold Coast of Florida with my wife, Monica, who is thirty-three, and our daughter who is eight years old. It will become apparent why I’m not naming the community we live in. This story begins in Boston, Massachusetts, where I was born and raised.I grew up in a well-to-do, but not filthy rich family in Boston, and my father was and still is a successful hedge fund manager there. I was a studious child, did well in school, and I always had a sense of how important social status was to my parents, and how they tried to fit in with the social elite in Boston.It became apparent to me at a young age that every city, no matter how large or small, has a power structure made up of influential people, sometimes because of their wealth, but also those with political power like politicians, judges, prominent attorneys, business owners and executives, and even doctors.My father made a good income and worked hard to be accepted into the social circles in Boston, but it was hard for him to compete with and impress the members of those groups, who were much wealthier, many with old money, inherited fortunes. It sounds shallow for me to admit this now, but I was determined to do well in school to build a foundation for me to become wealthy and accepted in the social circles in my community.I graduated at the top of my class from the Wharton School of Business in Philadelphia with a degree in finance and then continued my education closer to home at Harvard, where I earned my MBA. It was in the summer between my first and second year at Harvard, while I was working as an intern at an investment firm in Boston, that I met the woman of my dreams. Monica was on summer break between her junior and senior years at Boston University, where she was working on her degree in international marketing, with a minor degree in Spanish. She was the maid of honor for her best friend, while I was the best man for my friend. We had never met before then, with our busy college schedules, and I was smitten with not only her beauty but also her flirtatious and sometimes mischievous personality.She’s five feet and seven inches tall, weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds at that time, and she has dark brown hair and brown eyes. She’s classically beautiful, with a light olive skin tone, and with her thick lips, she’s sultry and sexy looking. She’s similar in appearance to the Italian actress, Monica Bellucci, at that age. You might remember the actress from the movies, ‘Tears of the Sun’, and ‘The Passion of the Christ’. My Monica has larger, 34DD breasts, and she eclipsed the bride with her beauty. We spent time together planning aspects of the wedding and then at the wedding itself, and by the end of that weekend, we were dating. It was a coincidence that she has the same name as the actress, but my Monica was just as passionate as I had seen the actress online in her lewder movie clips. All of us in the wedding party had rooms at the hotel where the reception was held, so we wouldn’t be tempted to drive home drunk. Monica and I ended up spending the night together, even though we had only recently met. She’s hot-blooded and has a high libido, and after sharing a passionate, deep, tongue-probing kiss, we undressed each other and took a shower together. We soaped each other’s bodies and I loved rubbing the smoothness of her melon-sized, wide-rooted, and full breasts, as well as the rest of her body, including her prominent pubis and thick labia. She soaped me up too and enjoyed stroking my soap-slickened, circumcised, thick, eight-inch cock and lemon-sized, low-hanging balls. Then we dried each other off and went to bed together. I wasn’t so rude as to ask her about her previous sexual experiences, but it was obvious that Monica was no stranger to having sex. We kissed and I sucked her breasts for a few minutes, before she rolled on top of me in the opposite direction in a sixty-nine, and didn’t hesitate to suck my cock, as I sucked her thick-lipped pussy, that was covered in neatly trimmed brown hair. We sucked each other for the longest time, and I somehow managed not to ejaculate while she was sucking my cock. Instead, she rolled off me and turned around, laying on her back with her arms and legs spread, and said, “Fuck me, Mason, fuck me with your big cock.” I was trying to be sensible and asked, “What about birth control, Monica, are you protected?” I’m still not sure if she answered me in a way just to get me excited, but she wrapped her legs around my ass, and pulled me into her, as she said, “Just fuck me, Mason. I stopped my pills a couple of months ago to lose a few pounds for the wedding, but I should be in my safe time.” Then she kissed me as I felt my cock slip into her tight, wet pussy, and I could hardly believe that I was bareback fucking the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and on the first night we were alone together. I couldn’t help thinking about all the other boys she must be fucking, and that turned me on even more being with a hot, sexy woman who likely turned on so many boys and men and was aggressive, insisting on being fucked. She even sucked my cock clean afterwards and pushed my head down to clean her pussy. We dated for a few weeks after that, before moving in together in my apartment. I went to Wharton on a full, academic scholarship, and was attending Harvard on a partial scholarship, and since I also worked part-time in both Philadelphia and Boston, the financial burden was much less on my parents than it might have been. So, they were paying for my apartment in Boston. With the money Monica saved by living with me, we were doing well financially in our last year in college. Monica and I were in love, but I wasn’t jealous of her other friends and didn’t try to control her activities with others. Monica liked to dress tastefully but somewhat revealingly, and I enjoyed knowing that other men and boys were lusting after her. We hadn’t even made pledges of being faithful to each other, at least not until the last couple of months before the end of college, and I assumed that she was seeing other boys when I was working or in school, casino siteleri which excited me. I talked with Monica a lot about my goals, and it turned out that she had the same aspirations to be in the most prominent social circles of whatever town we lived in. She was even agreeable with my desire to move away from Boston to start fresh in a warm climate, since my father set me up with an old friend of his who owns an investment management firm in an affluent, tony community on the Gold Coast of Florida, that caters to the high-net-worth people in the area.Beginning Our Lives in Florida Monica got a job with an import-export firm, that specializes in trading with Latin America when I began with the investment management firm. Her job wasn’t requiring much travel, and she was able to accompany me to social gatherings in the evenings and on weekends, whenever I got opportunities to use those events to meet with prospective clients. She was very much aware of her attractiveness to others, and how that might affect people’s decisions in inviting us to events, and I sometimes teased her about the way she was dressing. We knew that she couldn’t be too brazen, but even on occasions where the dress was more formal, a carefully tailored, silk blouse, when worn without a bra, could make men weak in the knees when they’d see her big breasts shifting and jiggling, and nipples pressing on the thin material.And on some casual occasions that allowed the wearing of tight leggings or shorts, along with a nice t-shirt, yoga top, or sporty blouse, she was driving the men wild with her body. Our social activities began with neighborhood and church gatherings, and we were hoping to meet others who could eventually introduce us to the elite social groups in our town. Just as in Boston, there was a lot of old money in our town, as well as political figures, judges, prominent lawyers, businessmen, and doctors. Many of the high society people belonged to an exclusive, private club within the yacht club, and the private golf club that has an over two hundred-thousand-dollar initiation fee, as well as more than twenty thousand dollars in annual dues. They were obviously trying keep out the riffraff. I was slowly building a clientele in my first two years with the firm, and my big break came towards the end of that second year, when, Jerry, a friend from church who I made a lot of money for, introduced me to a prominent, forty-five-year-old attorney friend of his, named Nolan. We had a long discussion about the risks of certain kinds of investments, and he took a chance with me, putting one million dollars into what I warned was a very risky investment. Luck was on our side, and he made twenty percent on that investment in six months, before I pulled him out of it at just the right time, before it crashed. Wealthy people are rightly suspicious of others who try to befriend them, but Nolan used me for several other investments over the next year, and all of them gave him exceptional returns, as well as giving me good commissions. Monica and I decided to start a family then since my commissions were enough to allow her to quit her job when the time came. We got her pregnant right away, and our daughter was born in November of our third year in Florida. Over that year I had helped Nolan make a small fortune on his investments, and he was becoming more trusting of me as an outsider in their community. Monica was nursing our daughter, and her already big breasts had grown to even more succulent, 34Fs, with only the normal amount of seductive sag you’d expect for breasts that big and heavy with milk. It was early March, when our daughter was four months old, that Nolan invited me to his home to talk about some new investment ideas. My friend, Jerry, had been telling him about my beautiful wife, and he insisted that she come along with me, making it clear for us to dress casually. Monica had made good friends with another young mother in our neighborhood, and she agreed to babysit since Monica pumped and stored breastmilk for our daughter. With Nolan insisting that Monica come with me, and him inviting me to his home for the first time, I knew that was our opportunity to get closer to meeting more of his social circle, and I said to Monica, “This might be our chance to make a good impression on Nolan, honey, especially since Jerry has been telling him how beautiful you are, and maybe lead the way to being introduced to some of his powerful friends. He asked us to dress casually, and it would help a lot if you dressed as enticingly as possible.” That’s the first time I had so blatantly requested her to dress revealingly, and she teased me, saying, “You’d better be sure about this, Mason, since that might fuel his lust and make him think I’m easy, and fair game for him and his powerful friends to pursue me in the future. Is that the impression you want to give him?” I answered, “As you know from your marketing background, sexual provocation is what makes the world go around, as we see in most television commercials and other advertising, with pretty and sexy women selling everything from dish soap to beer to cars. So, no, I don’t want him to necessarily think you’d be an easy fuck, but if his arousal makes him desire for us to be around him and his powerful friends, then I don’t see the harm in that. And come on, honey, you’ve never been shy about exposing your assets.” Getting Closer to the Social Elite We arrived at the entrance to Nolan’s gated, golf course community on a Friday evening, and the guard called for permission to let us enter, after brazenly checking out Monica. She was wearing tight, black leggings that accentuated her nice ass and bulging camel toe, and a tight, low-cut yoga top that showed off her pendulous breasts, even with her wearing a stylish, long, sweater cover-up, that was unbuttoned all the way. His huge home on an acre of land is impressive, and he met us at the door after we parked in the circle driveway. Nolan welcomed us in, saying, “Please come in. My wife is out with friends, but I’ll do my best to be a perfect host.”Nolan offered us drinks and smiled almost imperceptibly as Monica asked for a non-alcoholic drink güvenilir casino because she was breastfeeding our daughter. We sat on the cushy, leather couch in his study, while he sat across from us in a chair. He was focused on Monica and undressing her with his eyes, as he said, “My goodness, Monica, I think you are the loveliest woman I’ve ever seen. Mason is a lucky man.” Monica feigned shyness as she said, “Thank you, Nolan, it’s nice for a lady to feel appreciated by others, even though Mason compliments me all the time.” Then Nolan said, “I didn’t invite you here to discuss my investments, Mason. No offense, but I wanted to assess how you and Monica, as a couple, will fit in if I invite you to a social event coming up at the yacht club. I’d like you to meet Joseph, my good friend and mentor, who’s in his sixties now, and soon to retire as a district court appellate judge. I’d like to help my old friend, and he’ll appreciate me introducing you two to him.” “Joseph did very well financially before he became a judge, and now that he’s approaching retirement, he’d like to leverage his already substantial assets, to ensure a financially secure retirement. I’ve been telling him about the success I’ve had investing with you, and he’d like to meet you. This will also be an opportunity for you to meet many other influential members of our community.” I was bursting with excitement inside, not only for the business implications but also for the opportunity to rub shoulders with high society. I tried to mute my enthusiasm a little, saying, “That’s very nice of you, Nolan, and I very much appreciate the opportunity to expand my client base.” Nolan warned, “Well, Mason, you’ll need to be careful about approaching other members. Those of us who are members of the yacht and golf clubs only rarely invite outsiders to our events since most of us are suspicious of the motives of others. You can socialize with the other members, and even though I’ve told a few of them about your investing performance, you shouldn’t talk about that unless they bring it up to you.” I said, “I understand, Nolan, and I’ll be careful not to initiate those kinds of discussions. I’m pleased that Monica will be able to accompany me too, but why is it important for us to come as a couple?” He looked Monica up and down, and replied, “Rightly or wrongly, people seem to be more trusting of men in happy marriages, and they’ll be able to assess the chemistry between you two.” “And, Monica, Mason has told me about your intellect, academic background, and work experience, which will make you an interesting conversationalist, especially with Oliver, one of our members who owns a lucrative import/export business, that I think competes with your previous employer. And I won’t deny the fact that most of the men will be struck by your beauty, and uh, uh, your lusciousness.” Monica was still trying to appear modest and said, “Oh, Nolan, now you’re going to make me blush. I’m an outgoing person and naturally enthusiastic when I meet people, but do you think I should temper that a little with your friends?” Nolan smiled and answered, “No, just be yourself, and I think most of my friends, and especially the men, will react well to your exuberance. But just so you know, some of us can get mischievous ideas when a vivacious, young woman like you appears to be friendly and receptive to our sometimes lewdness. And I wouldn’t put it past some of the men to test your openness to their, uh, uh, advances, at least when their wives aren’t paying attention, and everyone’s had a few drinks.” Monica teasingly asked, “Oh come now, Nolan, how old are your members?” He responded, “Well, many of our members are in their forties and fifties, and some even in their sixties and seventies, but I wouldn’t let that give you any sense of ease. Some men in those age groups might not have their needs taken care of particularly well at home, if you know what I mean? A pretty lady like you could give them ideas, especially if you’re open and friendly with them, including me. I know that most of us aren’t that happy with women who appear to be too reserved and unreceptive to suggestive banter.” I wasn’t sure if Nolan had purposely steered our conversation in that direction, but I was getting the feeling that he might be warning us that some of the men, including him, might try to take liberties with Monica. I wanted to test my feelings as much as I felt comfortable doing and asked, “What is the dress code for this event? I’ve heard that people sometimes get dressed up for yacht club affairs, and I was wondering if Monica should dress conservatively.” Nolan thought for a few seconds and answered, “Yeah, we sometimes dress up, but this is a casual party, and I think if Monica wears what she has on right now, or something similar, she’ll be well received and very much appreciated by the men. I plan to wear shorts and a casual, short-sleeve sports shirt, and you can do the same.” After all the discussion, Nolan formally invited us to the event, which was taking place the next night. As we were by the door leaving, and even though Nolan had just met Monica, he placed his hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, before saying, “It’s been fun getting to know you, Monica, and I’m looking forward to knowing you better.” On the drive home, I said, “Wow, honey, Nolan was impressed with you, and unless I misunderstood his hints, I think he’s warning us, and especially you, that some of the men might try to take liberties with you. How would you feel about that?” She was more receptive to it than I expected, when she answered, “This seems like our best opportunity to get into their social circle, where you can rub shoulders with many, affluent, potential clients. This is what we’ve wanted, and I wouldn’t be upset if the price of admission is me being rather receptive to the men. How far would you be agreeable for me to go?” I had never been jealous of other men lusting after Monica and even suspected that she was still fucking other boys when we were dating in college. I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t have a problem with her going as far as she desired for those opportunities, canlı casino but I wasn’t comfortable telling her that. So, I took the coward’s way out, replying, “I’d rather leave that up to your good judgment, honey, and this really is a great opportunity.” Monica said, “Okay, honey, but remember that you had a chance to set limits.” We contracted with a professional babysitting service the next day, assuming that we’d be going to more social events in the future, and Monica bought a commercial-grade breast pump so she could more easily express and store breastmilk for when we would be out in the evenings or on weekends and drinking alcohol. I have described the events leading up to our first exposure to the social group, and it will be more informative now for Monica to narrate the rest of our story, without repeating much of what I’ve said. Monica’s Story I never admitted to Mason how promiscuous I was in high school and college, and how I discovered the joy of sucking cocks and balls, swallowing cum, and fucking, after I turned sixteen and started dating boys in cars. I have a high libido, and even after meeting Mason and enjoying his thick, eight-inch cock, and discovering that he’s as hungry for oral sex as I am, I still needed more. Mason was right to be suspicious that I was fucking other boys while I was dating him, but he couldn’t have imagined that continued until a week before our wedding. Mason and I have had sex regularly since the first night we dated, and even though I tried hard to control my urges for other cocks after we were married and moved to Florida, I must admit to slipping a few times and fucking my boss, Randall, and a coworker, even while I was pregnant with our daughter. My libido got even stronger after our daughter was born, and it was so arousing when Mason sucked my breasts, and regularly sucked my pussy to orgasm, and continuing after my doctor gave me permission to start having intercourse again, which coincided with our invitation to the yacht club party. Nolan’s comments about the men likely making advances on me made my pussy wet and given how much Mason and I wanted to be invited into that affluent social circle, I wasn’t that surprised that he was almost giving his approval and leaving it up to me, even implying anything that happened would be worth it to join the group. I was looking forward to the variety of men, and the sizes of their cocks wouldn’t be the important thing. I wanted men with an enthusiastic and aggressive sexual attitude, and a willingness to engage in oral and coital sex. It remained to be seen how much I would admit to Mason. My First Sexual Encounters with the Social Elite There were about twenty couples and a few men without their wives at the party when we arrived, with me wearing the same type of clothing as the night before, and Nolan quickly brought us over to meet judge Joseph, while most of the other men were watching me and undressing me with their eyes. Joseph is a distinguished-looking, sixty-two-year-old man, with a full head of graying hair. He’s almost old enough to be my grandfather, but I sensed a youthful energy in his lean appearance and alertness in his eyes. We were served drinks, and Joseph’s wife was talking with a group of the older wives, while he and Mason talked for about ten, boring minutes, at least to me, and they made plans for Mason to visit his home on Monday evening to discuss investment ideas in more detail. Then, as Mason was leaving with Nolan to be introduced to some of the other men, Joseph said, “Stay with me, pretty lady, I’d like to get to know you better.” It felt strange at first sitting alone with that older man, and it seemed like the others knew, because of Joseph’s status, better than to come over and interrupt our conversation. I asked him a few innocuous questions about his responsibilities on the appellate court, and he asked me about my previous job. Then I made what could be taken as a suggestive comment, to let him know how much I supported Mason in growing his client base, saying, “I’m so happy that you’re giving Mason an opportunity to help you with your investments, Judge, and we’re both so pleased to have been invited here tonight. I hope that I can do my small part to make you feel good about us and make you more likely to use his services.” Joseph said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a lady quite as lovely as you, Monica, and I’m so pleased that you’re willing to support your husband in his business. Let’s freshen up our drinks and get out of this stuffy place, out on the dock to get a little fresh air, while we talk further.” It was already dark, and as we stood by the railing on the dock, he said, “I love the cool, night air this time of year, just as I like the fresh, salty air when I’m out cruising on my yacht. Are you and Mason into boating yet?” I wanted to continue showing him deference by using his title, and I replied, “No, not yet, Judge, but there are sure plenty of beautiful yachts here. Which one is yours?” He answered, “I own that sixty-footer down on the end of the dock, and I can handle it myself without a crew. There are much larger ones in here, a couple almost two hundred feet long, with full-time crews. Maybe I’ll be able to get one like that if Mason is as good at investing as Nolan says he is. Would you like to see mine?” I enthusiastically responded, “Oh, my goodness yes, judge, I’ve never been on a yacht before.” We walked over the short gangway and he gave me a quick tour of the yacht before we sat on a couch in the indoor lounge area with our drinks. I said, “Thanks so much for the tour, judge. Your yacht is so beautiful and comfortable. With the three staterooms and this big lounge area, this must be a good party boat.” He smiled and said, “Yes, we had some wild parties on here years ago, but now I’m more into intimate encounters. Speaking of intimacy, Monica, Nolan told me that you’re breastfeeding your daughter, and that brings back wonderful memories of when my wife was nursing our children. We both got so aroused when I suckled her. Does Mason enjoy feeding from you?” Joseph smiled as I shyly said, “Oh, judge, now you’re embarrassing me. But, yes, we love it when he suckles me, and it always leads to more intimacy.” He put his arm around my shoulder and said, “We have to get back to the party soon before we’re missed, but would you make an old man very happy, and let me relive those experiences, even if just for a few minutes?”