82 Year Old Socialite

Here I was an 82 year old socialite of the highest standing in my community, in addition to my status in the community, being on numerous boards and committees I am the most sought after interior designer in New York City, Los Angeles and in Europe. My work has been featured in many designer magazines and I have been interviewed on many talk shows.

Here I was in what seemed like the most surreal scene. It was as if I was lost in deeply twisted sexual dream. I was in the driveway of my Long Island home in a stretch Hummer limousine dressed in a tight, black pencil skirt with a sheer white blouse and lace white bra.

With the loudest most abhorrent music; if you could call it music I was sitting between two black youths, one 20 and the other just turned 18. The 18 year old having a history of gang violence, and multiple crimes that ranged from robberies to stabbings to murder.

Within moments of sitting between the two black boys they began kissing my neck and running their hands across my body. As their hands roamed my body they voiced how sexy I was. My body was on fire and my deep groans over the music blaring announced to them that they had me so turned on.

Admiditily, I know I am sexy as evidenced by the heads I turn and the many a proposition from young men in their 20's. A good amount of which, after relentless persistence on their parts to sleep with them found me in their beds. Even at 82 years of age my body, standing at 5'9" tall and weighing a slender 115 pounds and perfectly toned measurements of 34DD-22-33 which included huge one inch nipples always has young men salivating to get me into their beds.

But tonight a large part of my feeling sexy and wanton was what I was wearing under my skirt as I purposely dressed to excite the two black youths.

A pair of nude stockings attached to a tan garter belt with a white satin panties made me look sinful as I saw myself in my full length mirror. The cream high heel pumps I wore added to me looking devilish and feeling sexy for them.

This is my story about the events that led up to me fucking these two black youths and becoming addicted to the gargantuan cock of the 18 year old. His was a cock that was every bit 14 inches long and 12 inches around! A cock that loved my pussy and a cock that could easily cum ten times a day.

About myself. My name is Virginia Wexler. Yes I am indeed 82 years old, but my appearance has stunned everyone I meet, especially the young men that I have slept with. By appearance I look decades younger, more like an attractive woman in her early 40's.

I own the most prestigious decorating firm in NY, LA and in Europe. My appearance at 5'9" tall and weighing a slender 115 pounds with shoulder length silver hair, which is the only thing that might lead someone to accept my age.

After going to school for interior design I worked for a very successful decorating firm that represented the wealthiest clients in NY and LA. One of my clients was a wealthy man who became my husband. My husband, Charles was in the shipping industry that had ports throughout Asia and the Middle East. I decorated his homes in New York and Los Angeles and in Europe.

I was 28 at the time and Charles was eight years older than me at 48. Within a year we married. Because of a medical issue that prevented me from conceiving and no desire to conceive we never had children.

After we married I started my own decorating firm. With my husbands wealthy contacts throughout the world I soon became the most sought after designer and decorator. As I mentioned I was featured in many magazines that billed me as the decorator to the rich and famous.

During my years as a designer I do admit to having had affairs with clients. This started happening once I was in my 40's. These affairs were with wealthy Hedge Funder's who were extremely young, surprisingly in their early twenties and extremely confident.

I always felt sexy when I met clients and knew I looked very sexy when I dressed. My young clients always saw me in a tight dress and sheer white blouse with an almost transparent white bra that revealed my full 34DD breasts and my huge dark brown nipples.

Their excitement came when they stripped me and saw me wearing stockings that clasped to as garter belt and classic high heel pumps. Because of their attention to me I became extremely confident about myself knowing that these successful young and very handsome men found me irresistible, desperately wanting me in their bed. I also knew that my husband had numerous affairs. We established that if an opportunity came our way that we have each other's blessing to act on it.

The only criteria was that we let each other know that we would be with someone for a night or a few days or even longer as there were often times I would fly with a young Hedge Funder in their private jet to a Caribbean Island where they had a home. During those times when I was away my husband always had a young teenage girl keeping him company.

In the case regarding the two black youths I did tell my husband that I would be fucking them. Although he had reservations because of his knowing one of them had an unscrupulous background for crimes that included murder he gave me his endorsement. Not because of the money I would make, but because he had a young 18 year old Asian teen that he planned on fucking while I was with the two black boys.

My acquaintance to meeting 20 year old Tyrell and 18 year old Deshawn was at a Gala in the Hamptons. It was a gallery-showing of a young artist who was known world-wide, who at 18 was already a billionaire.

It was a black tie affair. On this night I wore a tight fitting black dress that had a plunging neckline and a plunging back. Because of the deep open front I wasn't wearing a bra. The dress had a padded material that covered my nipples, but because of them being very long and fat you could easily make out the outline of them as they pushed through the padding.

Although my breasts are 34DD they are very firm showing a clear view of their roundness. The hemline of my dress displayed my long tapered legs as it went a little higher than mid-thing. Not exactly a mini dress but very close.

A pair of tan thigh high stockings added a nice shine to my long tapered legs and a pair of black pumps gave my calves a nice definition. The hemline of my dress just covered the tops of the lace on my thigh high stockings. Admittedly I looked very sexy amongst al of the young mid-twenty females.

I dressed this way purposely because I knew who was sponsoring the Gala. 19 year old Josh Stevens. Josh inherited five Billion dollars from his grandfather. He was basically a trust funder. He didn't have a job but was always in the company of attractive women as he was seen in many upscale private functions, and on shows such as TMZ.

Two months ago I decorated his NYC loft. Upon meeting him at an upscale restaurant in the city I found him to be smug and quite arrogant. Admittedly he was very handsome, with the male model looks seen on popular men's magazines. On my part as I always dress stylishly but knowing who he was and how handsome he was, in addition to always being seen with stunning young girls I purposely dressed to tempt him.

On meeting the young trust-fund multi-millionaire I came dressed in a black, mid-thigh pencil skirt with a sheer white blouse. I wore a strapless white-lace bra which was also very sheer.

The sheer blouse and sheer bra plainly showed the imprint of my large, dark nipples. I purposely had the top three buttons of my blouse undone which revealed my deep, plunging cleavage.

Completing my outfit I wore a pair of white, lace bikini panties and a pair of nude thigh high stockings. The nylons were attached to a white, lace garter belt.

Wearing stockings attached to garters always adds to my feeing sexy and confident. I find the nude shade of stockings gives my long, tapered legs a wonderful accent. I wore a pair of cream high heel pumps which accented my long, tapered legs.

During dinner I was happy to see that I had the young billionaire's rapt attention. As we talked his eyes were riveted to me scanning my body in the most deliberate way. During our conversation he didn't hesitate to say how attractive I was even going so far as to say I was irresistibly sexy.

I thanked him for the compliment but did not say how irresistibly handsome he was, because I knew that would only inflate his already overblown ego. His handsome looks, charm and attraction to me did have my heart beating quicker than normal.

As he continued to say how sexy I was I could feel my huge nipples betray me and push though the material of my bra and dress. This drew his eyes to them like a magnet to steel.

After I quoted him a price of 10 million dollars to decorate his penthouse he grinned slyly and brazenly said as he took out his checkbook, "If you sleep with me I'll double it."

Grinning at him slyly I said in a deep throaty voice, "Well than I believe we have a deal."

As soon as he wrote the check out for 20 million dollars we exited the restaurant with his arm around me we went to his chauffeured limousine. As soon as we slid into the leather seat we began kissing.

I had to admit although he was smug and had a colossal ego he was an excellent kisser and had my body completely turned on. It was an hour from the restaurant to his Sutton Place loft. We kissed the entire way as my moans filled the air around us. His whispering near my ear that my body drove him crazy and that he couldn't wait to fuck me added to my being turned onto him.

We ended up spending a week in his bed. After that week he called me constantly, sometimes four times a day saying he couldn't stop thinking about me and wanted me back in his bed. During the month that followed we did sleep together a few more times. His persistence to have me in his bed was unrelenting and admittedly I did enjoy his attraction to me and his attention to my body.

The night of the Gallery I deliberately dressed the way I did because I wanted to keep his eyes riveted to my body. I was happy I did because I not only caught his eye but the eyes of the artist/photographer Deshawn and his manager Tyrell.

Each of Dashawn's photos sold in the millions. My company decorated the gallery for the event and my husband and I were invited to attend by Josh. When he called to invite me he playfully added that he would love to get me in his office where we could foul around while the auction was taking place. I said teasingly that if my husband wasn't coming I certainly would entertain his proposal.

Once again he graveled with me saying he missed me and wanted me bad. He went onto say that the photographer who the exhibit was for saw his NYC penthouse that I decorated and was interested in my decorating his loft space in Brooklyn.

When I told all of my decorators who was the artist that the gallery was for they were so excited to learn that the artist was the 18 year old Deshawn Williams. This is when I learned about his criminal history that included fathering 12 children from 12 different females and having gone to prison for slaying a grocery store owner. Because of being a minor at 16 he was sentenced to 1 year in a juvenile facility and probation for 1 year.

The photos were extremely dark topically. Very graphic, as they represented black youths in prison yards and locked behind bars. Pictures of white police stepping on the backs of blacks and blacks in handcuffs. Other pictures showed police hitting young blacks with large clubs. As I stated, they were very graphic in detail.

I was amongst the very affluent and wealthy of society. Ages ranged from early-twenties to guest of my husband and my ages-late sixties. The young generation was part of the hedge-fund group. A few of them I knew from decorating their penthouses and mansions.

My husband and I were introduced to Deshawn and his manager Tyrell by Josh. Apparently Deshawn had noticed me while talking to Josh. Josh had purchased 4 of Deshawn's photos for 100 million dollars, 25 million dollars each. I found out later that Deshawn learned about my sleeping with Josh and he expressed wanting to be introduced to me. He had also been to his NYC penthouse that I decorated.

Tyrell looked to be over 6 feet tall, slender and very handsome. The striking thing about Deshawn was that he was very short in stature. He stood 5 feet 3 inches tall. He had tattoos across his face which gave him a menacing look. Also his appearance was vastly different from the tall and very handsome Tyrell. Tyrell was dressed in a white tuxedo. It was form fitted to his slender physique. It was designed Huntsman Savile Row. Clearly a 20 thousand dollar tux.

Dashawn was dressed in cloths that looked sloppy and rather ghettoish to me. Baggy blue jeans that sagged in the back where you could see his underwear, a baggy sweatshirt and a cap on his head. The cap was called a do rag. He wore timberland boots that were unlaced.

As the three walked towards us I could feel their eyes all over me. But it was the penetrating look from Deshawn that sent a chill through me. When Josh introduced us Deshawn had a hunger in his eyes that penetrated my body. Although I towered over him especially in my high heel pumps he had a imposing presence.

Ignoring my husband as if he wasn't there he took my hand and said, "You is one a sexy lady."

This is when I noticed he had gold teeth. I learned that this was called a grill. Apparently a Grill is a symbol of wealth and success. This only added to his intimidating presence. After he said it he continued holding my hand as his penetrating eyes scanned me from head to toe. There was a long pause as his eyes took in my body and he said, "Yeah you'z definitely is one sexy-assed lady."

As he was taking in my body he totally ignored that fact that I was standing beside my husband. As he was grinning at me I thanked him for the compliment. With his eyes riveted to my huge nipples I felt my body come alive. It was as if he was commanding my nipples to stick out lewdly. As my nipples shot through the material of my dress he nodded his head with a knowing grin. I knew that he could tell I was affected by him. I don't know what came over me but suddenly I found myself grinning back at him with a definite seductiveness.

Still holding my hand he began running his index finger in my palm in small circles as he went onto say that he loved what I did to Josh's penthouse and wanted me to do his Brooklyn loft. As his finger swirled against my palm I could feel my breasts begin to swell and heave. This brought out a sly knowing grin on his part.

"God he knows I'm getting aroused," I said to myself.

Josh, acting as my spokesperson said, "I know first-hand that all of her work is done by contract that includes a stipulation for a non-refundable million dollar deposit."

When his agent, Tyrell said that they had a check with them now, Josh said that they could use his office in the gallery.

When we got to his office, Josh told my husband to come with him as we signed the contract and that they could get a drink. I was beginning to think that this was all arranged by Josh. I wondered if he told both of them that he and I had slept together.

My husband went with Josh. I found out later that there was an 18 year old server who Josh introduced my husband to. A Korean 18 year old teen had expressed to Josh that she was attracted to my husband.

Although my husband is 90 years old he is a magnet to young females. Just last week he was in bed with two 18 year old High School Juniors. He had sponsored their Girl Scout fundraiser, giving them 4 million dollars towards the fundraiser. When he invited them for the weekend on our 100 foot yacht they eagerly accepted.

Telling their parents that they were going to work for my husband on the yacht as servers for a party he was hosting was their excuse for going. Trusting my husband because of the sizeable contribution he made and that he was 90 years old they consented.

If they were able to see their daughters dressed in sling shot bikinis and a pair of black high heel pumps that would have given them cause to be suspicious. And once they saw each of them leaning over the aft deck railing as my husbands tireless 10 inch cock went from one pussy to the other as he leaned forward and kissed each one they would have died.

At 90 my husband is in great physical condition. 6 feet tall and slender. The Asian teen moved into our home when I went to Europe for two months with Deshawn.

Once the door was closed Tyrell pulled out a check. It was in the name of Dashawn's Photograph Company. Dashawn came close to me and put both hands around my waist. Amazingly I did not recoil or pull back. Looking up at me with a sly grin that exposed his gold teeth he said to his manager Tyrell, "Give her the check."

Apparently they already had a check made out to my company.

"I saw what you did for white-ass Josh and seeing you tonight I had Tyrell make out the check.

"Seeing me? " I said with a questioning look. With his hands around my waist he scanned me up and down and even said in a low voice, 'Yeah, likes I said once I saw you and this killer fuckin body a yours I hadz him write out the check.

Hearing that my heart began to race. Tyrell chimed in and said, "It's made out to your company. A deposit for 50 million dollars. With a balance of another 50 million dollars after completion."

I was taken aback to say the least. This was by far the largest sum of money I have ever received from a single client.

"Oh my," was all I could say with stunned surprise as Tyrell showed me the check and handed it to me. With the check in my hand Dashawn said, "Well how bouts a kiss to say we havez a deal baby?"

"Ummm," I purred then without hesitation I leaned forward. As I leaned forward both of our tongues came out and instantly began flicking across each other's.

I could not believe what was happening. It wasn't just the money that had me intoxicated. It was his self-assuredness and commanding presence that had me spellbound. As our tongues were flying across each other's my moans come from deep inside me.

We stayed deep in this kiss for a few minutes. Suddenly a hand went around my neck turning my head to the side and I was now kissing Tyrell.

I found myself going back and forth from Deshawn to his manager Tyrell. My body was on fire in a way that it never has. As I mentioned I have been with young men. All white and all successful. I have never been with a black man and here I was kissing two of them with the most intense fervor.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was Josh. Tyrell broke from our kiss and went to the door while Deshawn and I continued whisking our tongues across each other in a blaze of passion.

Tyrell opened the door a crack and said in a firm voice, "We'll be out in a minute."

I didn't know if Josh could see us kissing and quite frankly I didn't care as I was lost in the deepest kiss with Deshawn.

"D, there is a buyer for 10 photos, that would like to meet you," Tyrell announced.

"Give me a fuckin minute," He snarled, then added "go get his fuckin money, I'll be out in a minute to shake his rich ass white hand."

Tyrell left the room and Deshawn said, "Now wheres was we baby,"

I grinned slyly as I leaned forward and we went back to a deep kiss. Ten minutes later Tyrell came back in the room. "D," he said.

"Yeahz, I fuckin knowz I gottz get my money from another rich-ass whity," he said but pulled my head down for a lingering last kiss that had me moaning.

Tyrell came back waving a check for 100 million dollars. Dashawn left the room but not before saying," When my check clears I''z comin ta pick ya up to come to my loft. Tell your old man you'll be out all night."

I just grinned slyly and kissed his lips and said, "Something tells me I'm going to love decorating your place."

"You sure will baby. You sure will," he said kissing my lips softly.

Tyrell came over to me after Deshawn left the room and said, "how about one last kiss for the guy who wrote your check baby?"

"Ummm," I said in a deep throaty voice as I looked at him slyly.

Putting my arms around his neck we were locked in a deep kiss for over 10 minutes. My moans were filling the room as our tongues danced across each other's so intimately. Tyrell was such an amazing kisser that I actually had a mini orgasm. The only other time this happened to me was when I was kissing Josh. Unfortunately our kiss was broken up by my husband who knocked at the door. Breaking away I said, "Unfortunately I have to go."

"Taking my arm he said," Just a little more baby."

"Oh God Yes," I uttered and instantly our mouths were locked and our tongues were flicking each other swiftly.

Tyrell was an amazing kisser and had my body in flames. Two minutes later came another knock at the door as my husband called out my name.

Breaking away I walked to the door. Going back to the gallery and getting our coats I said goodbye to a few of the guests. Dashawn came to us, took my hand and said he was looking forward to my decorating his loft. Once again his index finger was circling my palm. I grinned at him saying in an almost seductive way that let him know I was excited. "Yes, I am looking forward to working with you and Tyrell."

On the ride home my head was spinning over the evening's events that led to me kissing these two young black men, and knowing that I was going to be doing a lot more than decorating the loft in Brooklyn. My husband was also grinning inside like a Cheshire cat knowing he would be fucking the sexy 18 year old Korean teen once I was away.

On the ride home a text came from Deshawn. "So fuckin sexy baby. This fuckin Nigga wants you bad baby!"

The word Nigga stunned me, but I found out later that it was a common tem with today's youth. As soon as I read it I instantly started imagining us together and what it would be like. Even though I towered over him he had a commanding power that drew me to him like a magnet.

A few seconds later a text came from Tyrell. "You were the highlight of the night for me Virginia."

Tyrell's text made me think about how wonderful a kisser he was, and how my body came alive from his soft lips kissing me and the sensual way his tongue wrapped around mine.

I responded to Deshawn, "I'm feeling the same way baby," adding, 'So turned on to you baby, so much that I can't stop thinking about you baby."

I then responded to Tyrell, "And you were a highlight of my night too," adding, 'such a wonderful kisser."

Texts continued to come in and I responded to each. My thinking: which I was correct was that they were each sending me messages independently without the other knowing. I tossed and turned all night reliving the point of the three of use in the office. I was so wet thinking about the seduction and animalistic hunger I felt for both of them.

The next day my secretary called to say the bank agent called to say that their check cleared my bank. I immediately called Tyrell to let him know it had cleared. When he asked if I would be free that evening I said I would cancel my appointments.

He arranged a limousine to pick me up. He said he and Deshawn would be coming for me. He also said that I may want to tell my husband that I would be out for the evening. I laughed slyly and in a low voice said I was way ahead of him and already told my husband that I would be out for the evening.

"Fantastic," he said then added, "8pm."

After telling my husband what my plans were, I saw this sly look on his face. It was a look I recognized as a look that suggested he would have plans himself. Those plans were having the 18 year old Korean girl at our home.