1. Sex Lives of the Super Wealthy


    Date: 1/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bestiality, Consensual Sex, Voyeurism, Author: doll1, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    me up. Was I pretty enough? Was I refined enough? Was I in love with his son because of all of “this?” I was a total nervous wreck. Simon shattered all my expectations by walking right up to me. His steel blue eyes locked on me and disarmed all of my defenses. He gave me the warmest embrace. His arms enveloped me like a warm blanket. I felt like a small child in their favorite place. Within two years Ryan and I were wed. Our wedding was the envy of all our friends. “Father” spared no expense. His son’s wedding was not to be outdone. We had a full orchestra and caterer’s jumping to everyone’s slightest whim. Our honeymoon in San Tropez was the stuff of dreams. It was maybe a year into our marriage when passions began to cool. The things I found so important in Ryan at first now seemed to be our biggest issues. His work occupied all his waking time. He was so driven to have his business succeed that he would come home exhausted. Our love life suffered also. What used to be romantic was now just a routine. He’d jump on me missionary style every time, ride me, and grunt a little, roll off, and be snoring within a couple minutes. Hell, I was still in my twenties, I wanted more than that. I was working out of our home mostly refining my own designs. I seemed to run into closed doors or dismissive attitudes at each of my interviews. I was frustrated both professionally and sexually. It was on one of our visits to his parents, when I first began to seriously look at Simon. He was the ...
    absolute alpha-male. His manners, his poise, his style, this man was both able to amass great wealth, and yet spend extravagantly on his desires. Ryan’s mother seemed to have few interests other than reading her books. I’m sure she had her social circle, but otherwise had grown somewhat pudgy for lack of any real purpose. She was always warm and friendly, but also seemed generally disinterested in things. Maybe she had been born into all of this, and just took it all for granted. Ryan and I got invited to go on trip with them to Italy. I hadn’t ever planned on anything like this. Ryan and I were still struggling to get our careers going, and Ryan always poured all our resources and all of his energy into his business. Ryan had flatly refused any help from “father.” He preferred instead to make it a success on his own. I finally convinced Ryan that we needed a break from work and would do well to get away for a while. I was like a little kid on a Disney trip. We were flown by helicopter to meet up with the yacht already at sea. Yes of course, they had a helicopter. For some reason, they always referred to it as the MD for short. It was always parked in a little clearing just behind the main house. That is how Simon got to and from his offices. Simon didn’t actually fly it although, I’ll bet he could have. There was a man who was always around, Mr. Keeven. Along with being the pilot, I think he was sort of a bodyguard or personal aid. He was a buff ex-military looking type. He ...
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