Sex Lives of the Super Wealthy - Sex Stories

Sex Lives of the Super Wealthy

... was always around when Simon went somewhere. We caught up with the yacht in the Atlantic, somewhere off the coast of Rhode Island. Landing on a yacht, talk about a thrill. Talk about an entrance. The yacht was magnificent. It had to be at least a hundred fifty feet long. Ryan never said it belonged directly to them. Things were always “referred to” as belonging to the firm. They just had exclusive access whenever the they wished. It was complete luxury. Everything was constantly attended to by the staff. Meals, drinks anything you could wish for. Attention to detail was incredible right down to fresh flowers placed in our stateroom each day. Mr. Keeven and the helicopter stayed on board, and made the trip with us. How cool was that? There were two other couples already on board who would be making the trip with us. One was a close friend of Ryan’s mom and her husband. The other couple included a younger girl nearer to my age. Her name was Nicole. We hit it off right away. She like I, seemed awestruck at all the trapping of wealth. She was with a somewhat older guy whom she just referred to as just a friend. Nicole and I would lay out for hours on the deck laughing and sharing stories mostly of the “if our friends could only see us now” type. Nicole and I would talk of our future aspirations and goals. That was kind of silly seeing that we were lying on a yacht headed for Italy, “like how do you really top this?” During the trip over I was constantly dragging Ryan away from ...

... his phone. I was becoming seriously agitated at his inability to leave work behind. He took calls constantly, and even had reports faxed to him. I was becoming livid. We had just left the Azores Islands and our next stop would be in Marbella Spain to refuel. I hoped the distance would force Ryan to forget about work. But the yacht had the latest in technology unfortunately, and satellite transmissions were available. We spent a wonderful day in Marbella and were soon in route to our final destination of Anzio, along the west coast of Italy. When we arrived I thought it was simply the most beautiful place on earth. We anchored in a harbor surrounded by similar yachts, most being somewhat smaller. We were greeted like royalty in a very dignified way. There was a sense of wealth about the place but it was understated. Everyone there was wealthy, but reserved in how it was displayed. We were only there two days when Ryan got an urgent message that he was needed back in New York. I was ready to explode. We were to travel up to Rome for the day, and instead he was making arrangements for a flight back to New York. After Ryan left for home, Nicole tried to cheer me up by arranging a shopping trip up to Rome anyway. I was shocked as we boarded a tender to ferry us to shore. Mr. Keeven was accompanying us. He never left Simon’s side. I knew how important he was to Simon. I knew this had to be on Simon’s order, and the gesture did not go unappreciated by me. There were other bodyguards ...