For the thrill of it… (closed for Biker_Faerie)

[Homerun2611]

Edgar Rutherford had known what he was doing, divorcing Candice, his college sweetheart and wife of 23 years had been expensive. $325 million expensive. He had met her while they were both in undergrad at Northwestern, her Nursing, him Economics. Edgar had been a quant jock, he went on to get his MBA from Stanford, where along with a professor he developed a trading algorithm that had earned him a meteoric rise at a new hedge fund, that he had grown into a small empire.

Rutherford Investments, now had almost $2.3 billion under management, with three offices Beverly Hills where the actual work, development of new trading algorithms and strategies took place, and in Manhattan, right on 5th Avenue, and Knightsbridge London, where customer relationships were managed, two of the wealthiest areas in the world, places where money came to breed. He had houses in Malibu and the Hamptons, and penthouse condos in a half dozen other cities around the world.

Edgar had been a jock in college, playing football, free safety in the Big Ten. Afterwards, he had kept fit, running, yoga, even a few iron man triathlons, but those didn’t give him the kick that he craved, the pure adrenaline rush of helicopter skiing, race car driving, pipeline surfing or high stakes gambling, all things that were his current passions, those and Jessica!

It was in the London office where he had first spotted Jessica, she had been a top recruit from Stanford, also from Stanford, but a meteoric performer in her own right, promoted to Director. A California beauty, with the intelligence and keen wit to match! She possessed all the attributes Rutherford Investments looked for in their top sales and key customer relationship managers. She was smart, sexy, confident, and even in a pencil skirt, and silk blouse, she was noticed and desired. He had noticed, and oh how he desired, and the thin band of gold on his ring finger had not deterred him at all!

Edgar had first encountered Jess at a client presentation, he had slipped in the back, although everyone there knew he was there, but Jessica had been making the pitch, describing the capabilities of their unique firm, as well or better than he could do himself. He had been impressed, asked her to dinner, which had lead to a local jazz club, and then sex that had been better than any he had, had in all his years of marriage. They spent the next week in his suite at the Savoy.

He was 45, she was 26, she was the thrill he had been looking for, and three months later, his wife was served divorce papers at their home in the Hamptons. One month after that, they were married, and she quit her job to become the new Mrs. Rutherford! Jessica was perfect in many ways, and she ignited a new set of passions, thrills, and needs, he craved!

The last year had been a whirlwind, vacations in Monaco, hot sex on private jets. But in the last month or so, something had dissipated, and he did not want to once again transition into another passionless marriage. Jessica had not only brought great sex back into his life, she had also ignited some darker passions. They had played around a bit with BDSM, whips, blindfolds, cuffs and the like, but he sensed he needed more, but little did he suspect that she might also as well.

That night they would be attending a party, it was to be a private but lavish affair, and there had been hints of some of the Uber rich and elite attendees, leading some somewhat taboo lifestyles. Just the thought of it, had sent a shiver down. Edgar’s spine, and a delightful sensation to his cock. He had called Jessica to be ready for him when he got home, to have her hair and make-up perfect, but he would be bringing her home a special dress, shoes, ensemble, that he would want her to wear tonight. Yet, as he stood at the ultra exclusive boutique, he could not help but wonder what his new, young wife, would think of his “gift”?

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jessica Rutherford added the finishing touches to her make-up and studied herself in the bathroom mirror.

“Not bad,” she thought to herself.

Her husband, Edgar had called earlier to say that they were going to a party that evening. He’d told her to be ready by 7pm, but not to get dressed as he’d be bringing an outfit for her. She was curious as to what he had planned but assumed it was probably fancy dress.

It was typical Edgar though, he was full of surprises. Like the time he’d told her they were going on a nature hike only to find that he was taking her to the Galápagos Islands. All because, the weekend before, she’d said she’d like to go there one day. His spontaneity and thoughtfulness were just a couple of the many qualities she loved about her husband.

The past year had certainly been a whirlwind for Jessica. Her life had changed dramatically since first meeting Edgar in London. It had begun with a secret affair, which was soon followed by his very public divorce. Jessica had been thrust into the spotlight, cast as both a marriage wrecker and the girlfriend of one of the wealthiest men under fifty. Finally, out of the blue, Edgar had proposed to her on a yacht in Monaco after spending a spectacular night as guests of the Prince at the Casino in Monte Carlo

They’d married soon after, at a castle in Scotland, a nod to Edgar’s Scottish heritage. She’d quit her job, moved back to the US to become the new Mrs Rutherford.

Her parents had mixed feelings about the marriage. They liked Edgar and there was no question about his ability to provide for their daughter. But they’d been worried she would miss out on having children and that Edgar’s age meant that she would also miss out on a part of her youth.

Jessica wasn’t that worried about kids and as far as youth went, Edgar had the enthusiasm and stamina of men twenty years his junior. She loved his passion for life and wanted to share his adventures with him. They’d skied off piste together in Colorado and she was always in the pit when he raced his 1968 f1 championship winning Lotus, cheering him on, and looking good of course.

There were some generational differences though. Jessica’s was the first to have been sexualised by the internet. If it was feasible, it could be seen on Pornhub, and as a result the sexual expectations of her generation had grown with it. Jessica had had her fair share of boyfriends and by the time she met Edgar she was far from a blushing virgin. Edgar’s sexual experience on the other hand, had been shaped by twenty years of a dull marriage.

So, when they’d started dating, to begin with, Edgar was like a kid who’d been handed the keys to a toy shop. He’d been almost overwhelmed by the sexual delights Jessica had to offer and had wanted to try it all. It had taken him a while to work through her catalogue but after a year they’d done almost everything and Jessica had noticed that recently, the novelty seemed to be wearing off. Now, the only things they hadn’t tried were the high value, specialist ones. The ones that few people ever experienced. The ones that not even Jessica herself had played with.

Jessica was realistic. She’d known that the honeymoon period couldn’t go on forever and that, at some point, life would settle down and become more routine. But it worried her that she didn’t excite her husband as much as she had done when they’d first met. She loved Edgar very much and above all she wanted to make him happy.

Jessica heard the front door of their Fifth Avenue apartment opening and knew it would be Edgar. She fastened the belt on her silk gown and went to see what costume he’d brought her to wear.

 

[Homerun2611]

Edgar had made special arrangements to shop for his wife, reserving a private room, and when he got there, the women at Monique’s, were ready to satisfy his request. Edgar didn’t need to send a picture of his wife, but he did send her measurements. His instructions had been clear!

“My wife is a woman of rare beauty and carriage, her legs are long and toned, the perfect balance of femininity and athleticism, her blond hair is full, and bobbed in a way that perfectly frames her classic bone structure and gorgeous eyes. Her breasts are perfect, c-cups that defy gravity, with gorgeous and delicious small nipples, which when aroused pebble up into the most mouth watering and irresistible sight any man could ever imagine.”

He went on, “I need a dress that will highlight her every curve, and display her spectacular assets, and I will want shoes and lingerie to match. I will be there at 5:30, please have several items for me to choose from, and, of course, money is no object!”

Monique’s was a boutique where you shopped by reservation only, and they only catered to the most refined of tastes. The women who would help you, came straight off the pages of Vogue or a Victoria’s Secret runway. When Edgar arrived, he was greeted with a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue Label, his regular scotch, two fingers, no ice, just a splash of water. “Welcome Mr. Rutherford, we have several items that we believe you will like, our attendants wil model them in your private viewing room, please follow me?”

Escorted into the back, Edgar was impressed, they had done a fine job. Edgar recognized the first dress and saw the smile on the sales executive‘s face. “Yes, this is the same Versace dress that was made famous by Jennifer lopez, there were only four ever made, we have one of them!”

Edgar smiled, “That is all well and good, but my wife is an original, none would dare copy her, I would want the same for her dress.” She only nodded. Each of the dresses were from some of the most renowned designers in the worls, Versace, Prada, Armani, Channel. All of the others were originals.

There was a long black Armani one that Edgar particularly liked, and he had the model come over so that he could run his hands over the fabric. “Very nice, and please take note of this one, it is not right for tonight, but another night perhaps, tonight, I want something that is, how do I best put it … accessible!”

He saw the blush of one model who cleared her throat, “Sir, I believe this is what you might be looking for?” She posed, and twirled, arched and stretched, she was correct!

Edgar nodded, “Yes, that‘s perfect! Exactly what I was looking for, for tonight…”. The dress was beyond expensive, he never asked the price. “Now, obviously no bra will be necessary, but I want lingerie that catches the eye from across the room, something that every time I look at her, I wil be wondering when and how I will get to enjoy them? Oh, and shoes, I am looking for Christian Louboutin, something strappy and sexy, with heels I will want to feel in my back!”

It was interesting, the women were beautiful, and when they went away, only to come back in wearing only panties and shoes that fit his request, he was aroused, but not by them, but solely with the thought he had of his wife, wearing all of this for him, tonight!T

The panties he chose were crotchless, with an exquisite string of pearls that should keep Jessica tingling until he could fill her and pleasure her, himself! The shoes were classy, gorgeous, and screamed, “Fuck Me!”

Edgar was thrilled with what the women at Monique’s had helped him find, yet there was something missing. “With a dress like that, I need a special necklace, something that immediately draws your eyes to her cleavage, and once there, won’t allow you to do anything but enjoy her gorgeous breasts!”

Again, they did not disappoint, bring him a Badgely Mischa 17 ct diamond necklace. Finally he was ready, other than two dozen long stemmed roses, that Monique’s threw in as a thank you for his nearly $30,000 purchase. He used his Amex Platinum card, and set up an account. In the futUre he would simply set a a video conference and let the staff take care of what he would be purchasing for Jessica.

Bags in hand in walked into their penthouse, exactly when he said he would, and the first thing to greet him was his wife, make-up perfect, her silk robe tied at her waist. He set down the packages only to pull out the gift wrapped shoes, jewelry and panties. He could feel the adrenaline in both his heart and his cock. “I brought you presents….”
Leaning in he pressed his lips to hers, as his fingers found the tie of her sash, and undid it.

Handing her the three packages, he had a wicked and playful smile on his face. “I want you to open these first, and try them on for me, I want to burn the vision of you into my mind’s eye, just like this!” She knew how he liked to look at her, enjoy her, whether it was putting clothes on, or taking them off!

 

[Biker_Faerie]

When Edgar arrived home he appeared happy, excited even. Jessica gave him a hug and, not wanting to spoil her make-up, just a delicate kiss on the lips. He didn’t waste any time untying her robe and she let it lie open at the front, giving him just hint of her cleavage, flat tummy and smoothly shaven pussy.

“I brought you presents….” he exclaimed.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to go to this party as Kermit the frog, or something like that,” she joked.

Edgar looked a little surprised when she said this and produced four boxes that were far too small to contain a frog suit or anything like that.

“I want you to open these first, and try them on for me, I want to burn the vision of you into my mind’s eye, just like this!”

Jessica opened the largest box first. It contained a garment, neatly wrapped in tissue paper. Carefully she took it out of the paper and held it up. It was a dress and judging by the label it had been very expensive. But at first sight it looked too small for her, it seemed to be too short for sure. The material was gossamer thin although it had some stretch in it and so Jessica thought she'd reserve judgement until she'd seen it on.

"It's exquisite," she told Edgar. "Thank you."

Jessica's suspicions were further heightened when she opened the next box and saw the panties. They weren't really panties at all, just an adornment for her pussy really.

"Edgar," she squealed. "You are so naughty. I love them."

The third box could only be shoes. She loved Louboutin.

"You read my mind," she said when she opened it. "I saw these the other week but i couldn't bring myself to spend that much on a pair. Thank you darling."

She'd saved the best until last. Jessica had learned to recognise a jewellery box when she saw one and opened its lid to reveal the diamond studded necklace.

"Oh Edgar, you shouldn't have," she told him, holding it up to the light and watching it sparkle. "It's beautiful."

Jessica put the necklace down then slowly took the silk robe off to reveal her naked body. She looked good naked, she knew she did, there was no point in denying it. She spent a lot of time making sure of it and all of the gym work, the diet, the cardio, it was all for Edgar's benefit.

"Put it on for me," she told him, lifting her hair up and turning her back to him.

Edgar put the necklace around her neck and fastened the clasp. She felt him gently kiss the back of her neck then she let her hair down and turned around so that he could admire his purchase.

"I suppose you'd like me to put the panties on next?" she teased.

Bending down from the waist, Jessica stepped into the panties one foot at a time then lifted them up into place. The pearls were cold and felt strange against her pussy. She did a twirl for Edgar.

"It's a good job it's not cold tonight," she giggled.

It was a choice between the shoes and the dress next. Jessica chose the shoes because she thought that Edgar might appreciate a view of her long legs, not that the dress looked like it was going to impede that view much. With her heels on she wasn't much shorter than Edgar and once again she gave him a twirl.

Finally she slipped on the dress then turned around and offered herself to Edgar to tie the strap. The dress clung to her body but barely covered her bottom. If she bent over she'd be exposed, if she sat down she'd have to cross her legs, goodness only knows how she was going to get out of his Ferrari gracefully.

Edgar held her from behind and she could feel his body against her. She reached back to put a hand on his hip then stepping forward turned around and posed for him.

"How do i look?' she asked.

If Jessica had been trying to seduce Edgar on a cosy night in, just the two of them, then this would have been the perfect outfit. But she had reservations about wearing it to a party in public. Some of the parties they'd been to had been very glamorous affairs but she'd never seen anyone else wearing so little. She didn't want to disappoint Edgar though. He'd clearly gone to a lot of effort and she loved each piece individually, she just wasn't sure about wearing them all together in public.

"Do you think i can wear this to the party?" she asked in a hesitant voice. "I don't want to embarrass you darling and you know what the paparazzi can be like."

 

[Homerun2611]

“I hope you’re not expecting me to go to this party as Kermit the frog, or something like that,”

Edgar smiled, “No beautiful, you could hardly play a frog, more one of the sexy princesses, and me your prince. He held out the packages, “I think you will particularly like the shoes and jewelry, but I liked it all, just make sure to put it on slowly…”

That she opened the dress first was unfortunate, as of all the items, that was the one he was least anticipating her wearing. He saw the skepticism, and it was certainly not her normal attire, but it would fit her like a second skin. No, it was the rest, the necklace, shoes and panties he was most There was something about a woman, particularly his woman, simply in panties, heels and jewelry that already had him hard and throbbing! Yet, she said the right thing, “It will look stunning on you MY Love, very few women could pull that off, and only you, can make it perfection!”

Next came the panties, “Naughty? Perhaps, but I will be jealous of those pearls, getting to spend the entire night between your soft, sweet folds!” He laughed, “Even if it were cold, I believe I know what it takes to make them warm up?” He liked this, there was an underlying heat, pun intended, in their dialogue, something that hadn’t been there in a while, and he could only hope she was as happy to feel that tension and need, as he was!

Next the shoes, the sexy scrappy, extravagance, “What else can showcase those legs better than Louboutin …”. He gave her a wink, “My only requirement is you must keep them on, until I am finally inside of you tonight, perhaps with those heels dug into my back, and for that, I would pay any price!”

He watched her eyes as she opened the necklace, unable to to hide her delight! Slipping her robe off, finally unveiling the masterpiece that was his wife’s naked body, and he once again could not help but think how that had been worth every penny of his divorce! Naked she was spectacular, and he allowed his eyes to simply drink her in. She knew she looked good, but no matter how good she looked in the mirror, in his eyes he took it to an entirely different dimension. Edgar moved behind her, “Of course I will…”

Slipping the necklace around her neck, as he kissed across her shoulders, admiring how the diamonds laid perfectly to enhance Jess’s perfect cleavage. He watched her put on the panties and shoes, twirling and displaying herself for him, sighing and enjoying his ringside seat. He lowered to his knee, as she stood before him, running his hands up the outside of her cleanly shaven, gorgeous long legs. He teased up the backs of her thighs, and pressed his hands to make sure the panties were perfectly fitted. He used his index finger to brush up and down the pearls, before leaning in, and doing the same with his tongue.

He helped her on with the dress, tying the back, and she was done. Holding her hands he took a step back, only to let his eyes again take her in. “Jesus Jess, you are breathtaking, and tonight, I get to show you off!” He had never expressed it just like that, but even the words, and how she would capture every eye, had every fiber in his body aroused. “There won’t be any papparizi, the party is at David Somner’s estate, and you look perfect!”

The party itself was at a private estate in Westchester, a gated complex on ten acres of manicured gardens and horse stables and jumping pens. It was the home of the junior US Senator from New York, and it was intentionally held away from the paparazzi. The invitation had been clear, “a night to let our women shine”. It was a combination of only the most beautiful people, the wealthy, the powerful and celebrities, perhaps a 150 in total. Heavy hordourves and cocktails, life music where both Ed Sheehan and then P!nk would be performing. He looked forward to showing Jessica off, little did he know that this would lead to an entirely new life for them.

Edgar’s car was a 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO, and once waved through the large iron gates, and the only thing that could have pulled the young valet’s eyes off of the vintage car, was the woman that came out of it. Edgar held back, and watched the young man’s eyes, as first on the car, but as Jessica swung her legs to climb out of the Ferrari, even as he extended his hand to assist her, his eyes were on the slice of heaven between her thighs, and the pearls that sparkled in the night’s sky.

Edgar only smiled, putting the car in park, and turning off the motor. He walked with purpose around the car, sliding his hand around his wife’s thin waist, as he extended the keys. The young man realized he had been caught, and cast his eyes down as he reached out to take Edgar’s offering. “I don’t blame you son, I’d look too, but she goes home with me!” As they walked into the party, and eyes began to capture and scan Jessica, Edgar couldn’t help wonder, if the boy had the choice, the $32 million dollar car he had purchased at auction, or his wife for a night, what would he choose? Edgar knew what he would choose, and he was guiding her into the party!

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jessica had been both surprised and pleased by the effect the outfit Edgar had bought her was having on him. If he'd have asked then she'd have let him fuck her right there and then. Instead he teased her, running his fingers over the pearls and sending her pulse racing. He made her promise not to take her shoes off until he'd fucked her later that evening and told her he wanted to feel her heels digging into his back. He hadn't spoken with that kind of excitement for a little while now.

How any car could be worth $32 million dollars Jessica didn't really understand, but she'd been at the auction when Edgar had bid for it. He was the only one there in person. All the other serious bids had been by telephone, from far-off places like Hong Kong and Saudi Arabia. It was like Edgar had been fighting off invisible foes. The atmosphere in the room had been incredibly tense and when the audience realised there was going to be a new world record the excitement grew to fever pitch. Jessica remembered how turned on she'd been by the whole process. Edgar was her gladiator, fighting in the ring, only with money. When they'd got back to their hotel room that evening they'd fucked like animals.

As Edgar piloted the car out of the city he rested his hand on Jessica's thigh. She opened her legs for him and he played with the pearls, pushing them down onto her and rolling one over her clitoris.

She was wet by the time they arrived at the mansion in Westchester. She couldn't be sure but she suspected that the valet had noticed her pussy glistening when she tried to step out of the car as gracefully as she could, or maybe he’d just seen the line of pearls. She’d watched him blush and it made her blush too. She felt sorry for the young man. Through nothing more than an accident of birth, he would probably never get to fuck something so exquisitely packaged as her, whereas Edgar could, literally have her whenever he wanted. Life was not fair.

She watched as Edgar spoke with the valet, handing him a generous tip. Then the two of them walked across the drive to the entrance to the house. Jessica still didn't really know what to expect from the party. Hearing that it was at the home of a junior Senator suggested a more sedate affair but the title of the ball suggested otherwise, 'A night to let our women shine'. She was relieved there wouldn't be any paparazzi. The last thing she wanted was to be made out to be a slut in the papers. It had been bad enough being made out to be a marriage wrecker earlier in the year.

They handed their invitations in at the door. The doorman checked them carefully then looked down at something on his i-pad before letting them in. Jessica was surprised at just how much security there was. A few men in dark suits with ominous looking bulges in their jackets had stood in the driveway when they'd arrived, nodding and smiling politely at the guests. There were more at the front door. Presumably that was the level of security a senator could expect these days Jessica thought to herself.

Inside, the mansion was nothing short of stunning. Jessica thought the house dated back to the twenties but it had been completely modernised inside. What stunned her even more however were the guests who had already arrived. They were all attractive but what stood out for Jessica was that the women were all dressed or rather undressed to the same degree as she was. Jessica couldn't believe it.

"Where had all these beautiful people come from?" she thought to herself.

She looked at Edgar, who knew exactly what she thinking.

"Feeling more relaxed now?" he asked.

"I am," she told him, touching his arm. "Thank you for bringing me."

At that moment a good looking couple walked up to them.

"Edgar. Good to see you. I'm glad you could make it," the man said.

 

[Homerun2611]

It had started innocently enough, Jessica was his woman, but the GTO 250 was his baby, and other that helicopter skiing, or riding a pipeline off Maui’s coast, or of course, bedding his young and beautiful bride, there was nothing Edgar enjoyed more than flying along in his Ferrari, the wind in their hair, the tires hugging the pavement, 30 or 40 MPH over the speed limit. It was part of why he loved Europe, hated the US, the Germans, the autobahn, they knew how to appreciate a great car! The amount he had paid for the vintage car was obscene, even by his standard, but some things, like the look of his wife’s legs as the short dress traveled up her thighs, were priceless!

He had reached over, somewhat, but never completely innocent, to caress her smooth skin, Jessica waxed and waxed, she was smooth and soft, yet strong and wonderful! That had been it, a sign of love and intimacy. It was the parting of her legs, and the smile he saw on her face that let it be so much more! Keeping his eyes on the road, he splayed open his fingers, and slowly let them softly tickle up her inner thigh!

He was disappointed at himself for not having initiated, for as his finger tips got closer, the anticipation of feeling the pearls nestled between his wife’s soft, sweet lips, was beyond irressistible. Using his middle finger, he ran his fingertip up and down the small strand, each pass pushing them further into her slit, until he smiled as her juices started to seep over the pearls and bathe his finger.

When the sales girl had modeled them for him, standing in front, her pussy at eye height, her legs slightly spread, she had requested he press in, and he had, watching as her nipples puckered and her body began to sway in synchronization to his movements. “Feel that good?” He asked, “Better!” Had been her response, and that had made his decision. He wanted these pearls to be stimulating his wife’s gorgeous cunt, right up until the very last second when he entered her himself!

He glanced over, “Like the panties now?” And then, hitting the accelerator, he began darting along the twisty, turning turnpike, as he found the pearl directly above her clit, and began, slow steady circles, steady, and firm, tightening the circles as he went, and feeling her body respond. They were getting close, but was she? “Would you like to cum Sweetheart? Or just be on edge for a while?” He hoped she would want to cum, he loved making her cum and how she came, but it would be her choice, only hers!

He heeded her request, but as they pulled up, and he stopped at the valet stand, the heady scent of Jess’s musk, had the endorphins flying! Inside, he too noticed the crowd, and although he had been forewarned this was different, he had not realized how different. They were making their way toward the rear gardens, and declined the offer of champagne from the various waiters, Edgar was almost exclusively a scotch and bourbon drinker, and Jessica had her own favorites as well.

As Jessica looked around, he could see her realizing how right she looked, and how even in a galaxy of stars, she stood bright. However, before they could even get to the bar, Gianni Verduzco and his young wife Jasmine, stepped in their path, smiling!

"Edgar. Good to see you. I'm glad you could make it," his words were to Edgar, as was his extended hand, but his eyes were drinking in every ounce of Jessica. Taking extended pause on the expensive necklace, cradled in the soft pillows of her natural breasts. Edgar laughed, “Good to see me, Gianni, or my wife, Jessica?” Edgar slapped the man on the shoulder in friendship. “Don’t worry, she is the far better half!”

Edgar, leaned in and kissed, Jasmine on the cheek, “Jasmine, this is my wife Jessica, I am sorry we couldn’t make your party in Milan, but I was speaking at the G5 summit, I heard it was spectacular.“ Edgar waited for Gianni to similarly kiss his wife, but he also watched him deeply inhale as he did. He could barely hide the smirk, as the waft of his wife’s wet pussy, were still pronounced and delightful.

Pleasantries exchanged, Gianni once again addressed Edgar, “You know, Jamison…” He was referencing Jamison Keeler, the Senator and host for the evening. Jamison was fourth generation, old money, his family had made their money in oil, and long been clients of Edgar’s. “…originally had thought of making this a key party…”

Gianni paused, and let his eyes once again slowly work their way up from Jessica’s Leboutin’s to her legs, breasts and eyes, “… I thought it was a bad idea, that I wouldn’t consider sharing my Jasmine…”. He looked at his wife, who was also looking at Jessica, and then straight at Edgar, “… perhaps I should have thought more?”

Edgar looked at his wife, wondering what she thought of the not too subtle invitation, and only then did Jasmine speak up, “Yes, that might have been interesting!” They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then it was to the back. With every step they took Edgar watched the eyes on his wife, and the more they looked, the more aroused he became.

When the music began and they started to dance, P!nk started with one of her ballads, “What About Us…” Edgar pulled his wife in closely, but he was running so hot, as one hand gripped her waist, and he felt her arms wrap around his neck, his other large, strong hand cupped her ass. “I want you to know, if I could have any woman here, it would always be you. And from the looks you are getting, I don’t think I am the only one who feels that way!” With that, he gave her ass a firm, possessive squeeze, and pressed his lips, and tongue in for a long, passionate kiss! She surely felt Edgars, large and extremely hard cock as they pressed into each other.

It was only at the end of the second song, as they left the dance floor, did he see Gianni and Jasmine waiting, “I spoke with Jamison, and have the key to his billiard room, would you care to join us for a game … or two?” Edgar wasn’t sure what they might have up their sleeve, but somehow the heat alone that seemed to flow between them, as alluring enough. “I’m game…Sweetheart, should we go play with them?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jessica was a bit disappointed when she saw Gianni and Jasmine waiting for them at the edge of the dance floor. They were nice people, in fact they were more than nice, but she'd enjoyed dancing with Edgar to Pink and she really wanted to see Ed Sheeran. But there would be other times and she wanted to make sure that Edgar enjoyed himself after all the trouble he gone to that evening.

Like Edgar, Gianni was older than his beautiful younger wife. He was quite powerfully built with a slightly swarthy complexion. To be honest he looked like a bit of a reformed thug and Jessica found that exciting in a way. Gianni made no secret of the fact that he was a ladies' man and had looked her over as if he'd been considering buying a racehorse. Oddly she found herself wanting to impress him.

Jasmine must have been about the same age as Jessica, with beautiful latin looks and a chest to die for. Her dress had been slash cut to make the most of her ample bosom and while Jessica knew she could hold her own in most company, she couldn't help but be slightly jealous. Despite the fact that Edgar had told her he'd have chosen her over any of the women there that night, she'd caught him looking appreciatively at Jasmine. Jessica couldn't blame him for that, who wouldn't have.

When Gianni had mentioned a 'key party' Jessica had felt a bit stupid because she had no idea what he'd been referring to. The other three obviously did and there seemed to have been general agreement that it would have been fun. She'd meant to ask Edgar about it but then Pink had started her set and there hadn't been the opportunity. She could tell Edgar was aroused though and when they danced closely she could feel his big hard cock pressing against her. She wondered if it was entirely her doing or whether it was the also the environment, There were a lot of young attractive women on the dance floor also and all of them were dressed seductively.

Given the choice between Pink and Ed Sheeran versus a game of billiards Jessica knew which she would have preferred but Edgar seemed keen. Then there was the mention of the 'key' again.

“I’m game…Sweetheart, should we go play with them?” Edgar asked.

"Of course darling," Jessica replied as enthusiastically as should could manage. "But I could do with a refill first."

"So could I," Jasmine added quickly. "Why don't we go and find one together and let the boys talk alone. Then we can get to know each other."

The girls asked Edgar and Gianni what they wanted to drink then went off to find the bar.

"I don't think we've ever met before," Jasmine asked as they walked. "How are you finding married life?"

"The last year's all been a bit of whirlwind to be honest. I think its only just beginning to settle down."

"I remember that honeymoon period," Jasmine laughed. "Things can get a bit flat afterwards can't they?"

"Did you find that?" Jessica asked, relieved to find someone who might have experienced something similar to the rut that she Edgar seemed to have been in.

"Oh yes," Jasmine replied enthusiastically. "That's the problem with marrying high achievers, they're never satisfied Always looking for the next rush. Gianni says he wouldn't share me with anyone but i know he'd do it at the drop of a hat for someone like you. I saw the way he was looking at you."

Jessica was surprised at Jasmine's candour

"You mean the same way Edgar was looking at you," she laughed returning the compliment.

"Men, huh?" Jasmine laughed. "So you're ok doing this?"

"Doing what?" Jessica responded naively.

Jasmine laughed again.

"I thought as much," she said. "That's why i wanted to talk to you first. You know that our husbands want to get us alone, lock the door behind them then see what happens."

Finally the penny dropped for Jessica. That was what the key was for.

"Oh," she said. "You must think me a bit dumb."

"No," Jasmine replied. "Let's just say I've been here before."

"Ah, I see."

"Nobody will be offended if you say no, now or later," Jasmine reassured her. "Gianni is a very considerate man. Even though he might look a bit like a criminal in a suit, I can assure you he isn't. But i warn you he finds you very attractive. Who wouldn't?"

Jasmine rested her hand on Jessica's hip for a moment and Jessica felt her heart rate quickening.

"I think you're both very attractive too," she replied, responding with a similar gesture.

"Good," Jasmine replied. "Then shall we go back and join our husbands?..."

 

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Edgar had no expectations coming into this party, other than that paparazzi would not be on hand, and women were encouraged to dress sexy, or in fact their men had been encouraged to push the envelope. The more Edgar had thought about it, the more he had enjoyed the idea of showing Jessica off. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, some would call her a trophy wife, other than Edgar was very handsome himself, and Jessica was far more than her looks, far, far more! However, the fact remained, is it really as much fun to have won a trophy, if you can’t show it off!

Yet despite the arousal he was feeling at the looks given Jessica, how every linger every scan up and down his gorgeous wife, he had no idea that this was ever considered to be a key party. He did know what a key part was, the swinger concept where couples put their keys in a bowl, and then women select from the bowl, and go off to spend the night, presumably having sex, with whichever man’s keys they draw.

Edgar loved his wife, and was ironically, given how he and Jessica had started, monogamous at heart. He loved and treasured his wife’s pussy, and had never considered opening up access on a willie-nillie basis or any basis at all. Or at least, that was what he thought. He had laughed off Gianni’s comment, thinking it preposterous. These were some of the most beautiful, famous and powerful people in the world, and no way, could that happen, could it?

Gianni sidled up to Edgar as the women walked away. Both men were watching, and it was well worth watching! Gianni put his arm around Edgar, “They look good together don’t they, the beautiful blonde, the sexy, elegant Asian, naturally erotic, don’t you agree?” Jasmine’s dress was just as short.

They were indeed beautiful, stunning. “Yes, they are very beautiful women, we’ve done well!” Gianni turned to stand in front of Edgar, “That is not what I meant, and I think you know it?” Edgar wasn’t completely sure, “Has Jessica ever been with another woman?” Edgar had no idea, not that he knew of, but Jessica had brought a lot to their marriage, and who knows. However, he stayed silent. “Jasmine has a gorgeous pussy, just a whisp of dark, fine hair, like the fringe of an angels wings!”

Edgar found himself biting his lip, Gianni had made the description of his young wife’s pussy, almost lyrical. He felt compelled in some obscene way to defend Jessica’s honor. “Mmmm, Jess, is so smooth, so soft, and so sweet, smells and tastes like honey between her legs, gorgeous!” What the fuck! Edgar shook his head. “Gianni, I really don’t understand where we’re going here?” Gianni could only laugh, “Oh Edgar, I think you do, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”

Suddenly the girls were back and Edgar thanked his wife and took a big sip, his head was spinning! They walked into the massive billiard room. It was ornate, at first you only saw the table and the carpets and vases that were likely Turkish. You had to look back to your right to see the square seating area, a long leather sofa, with two leather love seats at each end, a massive hand carved mahogany coffee table, all squared around the 85 inch OLED TV where the the concert outside was being streamed in, softly played on the world class sound system. Even Edgar was impressed.

”So 8 Ball, couples versus couples?” Edgar had played a lot of pool in his life, and played for a lot of money. However, between he and Gianni the idea of exchanging monies, even a few thousand one way or the other, did not create much tension. “Yes, but let’s make it interesting? Since our ladies are both looking so beautiful, I am sure we are all curious on what kind of lingerie they are wearing…the loser’s wife must play the next game after taking off her dress? And we will play best 2 of 3, so you get to choose the stakes of game 2!”

Edgar looked at his wife, they both loved a challenge and playing for high stakes. He hoped he was as certain of her response as he thought was. That was a smile on her face wasn’t it, or was it shock, he didn’t hesitate, of course he never did, “Accepted…Jess, why don’t you break!” It was a nine foot table, given the ladies dresses, and some of the likely shots, all parties were likely to have a very good idea soon of the panties, and as close as Edgar could tell, Jasmine was not wearing a bra either…

 

[Biker_Faerie]

'You know that our husbands want to get us alone, lock the door behind them then see what happens."

Jasmine's prediction had been right and Jessica had been surprised at how easily Edgar offered his wife up as a wager in a pool game. It aroused her, but while she knew what they were playing for in round one, she was curious to know what would happen in round two. There was also the question of what the prize was for the eventual winners. Perhaps the boys had already agreed that between themselves. Perhaps they'd planned the whole evening all along. Anything was possible Jessica thought to herself. She didn't mind though, she could see the spark in Edgar's eyes and she knew he was excited.

She looked at Jasmine just to check whether she was on the same page and Jasmine gave her a sly smile.

"Alright darling," she told Edgar, giving him a lingering kiss on the cheek. "But be careful what you wish for," she teased.

Gianni racked the balls up and set them on the table while Jessica chose a cue and applied some chalk to it.

Jessica was no stranger to a pool table. She'd played in the US when she was at college and it seemed like every pub in London had one. But the tables had been smaller. The one they were playing on now was almost the same size as a snooker table. Jessica placed the white ball down and bent over to play it. Both Gianni and Jasmine stood at the other end and in this position they had a good view of her pert breasts. Her tiny dress had ridden up and she knew that, from behind, her husband would be able to see her exposed bottom. She gave the white ball a hard stroke with the cue and sent the neatly arranged balls clattering against the cushions before a striped one disappeared into one of the pockets.

"Looks like we're stripes," she said to Edgar.

Getting up from the table she straightened her dress. Gianni watched her appreciatively. She looked at the way the balls were arranged on the table but nothing seemed like an easy shot. Turning to Edgar she put her arm around his waist.

"What do you think i should do, darling?"

Edgar put a hand on her bottom the said, "Play safe, against the cushion, behind the 12 ball."

To play the shot Edgar had recommended Jessica had to walk to the other end of the table. She eyed up the shot then bent over again. Again her dress rode up and this time both Jasmine and Gianni had a good view. Rather than feel embarrassed she stuck her bottom up a little more than necessary, making it an even more appealing sight. She looked up at Edgar and licked her lips salaciously then took the shot.

Perhaps if she'd concentrated a bit more she'd have judged the weight better, but on the big table she under-hit the cue ball and it stopped short of the cushion leaving Gianni and Jasmine with half a chance at a shot.

"Sorry," she said to her husband.

Jasmine was next up. She and Gianni discussed the shot then she bent over the table to take it while he stood at her side. Her dress rode up too, revealing that she was wearing the tiniest of G-Strings. As she went to take the shot, Gianni gratuitously felt her pussy, she stopped and giggled, wiggling her bottom for him. Then when he removed his hand she executed a perfect spin shot, sending her target straight into the intended pocket.

"It looks like we've just been hustled," Jessica told Edgar.

"Jasmine's father used to own a pool hall in Hong Kong," Gianni joked. "We must have forgotten to tell you that bit," he laughed.