Sex Lives of the Super Wealthy - Sex Stories

Sex Lives of the Super Wealthy

... waiting on shore and a driver, but that was just the way Simon was. I was still mad as hell at Ryan as we made our way to Rome, but soon Nicole’s giddiness and all the attention got me out of my funk. We ate lunch within sight of the Coliseum. We shopped like celebrities and with a wave of Mr. Keeven’s hand all was taken care of. Dresses, new swimsuits, fine shoes, you name it we bought it. I continually looked to Mr. Keeven to try to get a sign that this was all ok. He simply gestured with a hand that all our wishes were taken care of. Sometime during the day I found I didn’t miss Ryan at all. Nicole and I were like schoolgirls on spring break. We shopped, toured and just plain had fun until our feet hurt. On the way back to Anzio by car we traveled through the rolling Italian countryside. I stared out the window taking it all in. I couldn’t shake the feelings I was starting to have about my father in law. Simon was the consummate gentleman. Super wealthy, yet would lavish favors on everyone around him. He was a man who knew how to enjoy his wealth. He had learned the fine art of delegation. Nothing happened that he didn’t direct, but he allowed others to handle all the details. Ryan was driven to succeed too, but he always had to do everything himself. Where Ryan worried about everything, Simon focused on his guests and enjoying life. Watching my father in law over time, I was always impressed at how he thanked everyone for everything. From the staff member who topped off ...

... his morning coffee, to a doorman who held a door open for him. He noticed every favor, and looked the person in the eye and graciously acknowledged them. When he spoke with someone, you had his full attention. No cell phone interruptions, no distractions, he looked you right in the eyes and for that moment you felt you were the most important person on earth. When Nicole and I returned to the yacht I sought out Simon and gave him the biggest hug. I was kind of emotional and almost lost it. I was disappointed in Ryan, and yet still having the time of my life. I kissed Simon on the cheek and held onto him longer than I should have. When we left Anzio and began the return trip, Nicole and I resumed our spots on the bow. The warm Mediterranean breezes cooled us as the sun was putting the finishing touch to our tans. Of course we had to try out our new suits. One morning while Nicole and I were up there, Simon came over to us. He was as usual very gracious and wanted to be assured of our complete comfort. We were both wearing our new and very revealing bikinis. The warm sun bouncing off the deck was glorious and we both pleaded with him to join us. A smile came across his face. He laughed and kindly excused himself by making a joke about “spoiling the beautiful ornaments on his deck.” Nicole and I had many conversations out there. More than a couple times we were more than a little drunk. The staff seemed to keep tabs and as soon as we would start to run dry, someone would be out ...