months, they spent their bimonthly meetings cruising the Hudson River on his personal yacht and relishing the calm of the New York City water and skyline. Tonight, however, they dined and danced at the Crystal Jazz Room, less discreet than they ordinarily would choose, but their affairs became more and more risqué over recent weeks. Thereafter, they would conclude with a nightcap in suite 4409 at the Regency Palace. Although he was financially able, Jasper’s suite was reserved for his pleasure as a gift from a prominent hedge fund client who owned a significant equity stake in the hotel. Jasper’s business associates were far-reaching and extended many favors.
The hotel’s ambiance was elegant and traditional, characteristic of Jasper’s and Tracey’s personalities. The floors were rich dark walnut with plush Parisian rugs appropriately placed throughout the four-room suite. The cognac-colored drapes were well-tailored and aristocratic with sloping valances and a velvet touch. They were drawn setting off a breathtaking view overlooking Manhattan and the East River. The king-sized mahogany bed with eight-foot-high bedposts displayed a regal eighteenth-century wood-carved design covered with a burgundy-and-gold satin spread that was inviting.
Tracey sat with her legs crossed on the elegant amber french provincial chair in the parlor area of the room. She wore a cobalt blue skirt suit without stockings since her slim bronze legs were smooth and eloquent. Black patent leather Versace pumps dangled on her feet. Her skirt rose above her knees, and her tailored low-cut suit jacket was closely fitted with no blouse underneath. She wore a single strand of diamonds around her slim long neck, one of the many gems that Jasper gifted her over the years.
Jasper was several feet away on a bronze chaise glaring at Tracey’s beauty, not speaking a word, as they built the anticipation of the evening. They never rushed their sparse time together. Oftentimes they spent half the night in suite 4409 sipping wine and expressing fantasies as foreplay. Tracey unearthed a sexual quality that other women whom Jasper entangled in his tumultuous life could not. He opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon 1981 that was chilling on ice while continuing to admire his beautiful Tracey. He poured the wine and breathed the aromatic fruits. Tracey sensually sipped her wine, savoring the nutty taste while momentarily questioning her actions as she routinely did when her deepest feelings were exposed.
Why am I with this man? she silently thought. A man whom I clearly know is not mine. A man whose wife, Laura, of four years is eight months pregnant with their first child—a son Jasper greatly desired. Each time Tracey met him, she questioned her goals, as she knew Laura wanted to remain in Jasper’s life forever. Tracey could not bear children, and Jasper wanted a namesake and had the potential to be a good role model to a child, she presumed. He smiled at Tracey, and his reassurance removed her fears and doubts.
Mellow from the Cabernet, Tracey was amorous and wanted her handsome tall brown-skinned man to make love to her. She stood up and unbuttoned her pearlized jacket to reveal her full cleavage. Her large breasts longed for Jasper’s strong touch; it was the moment she had longed for over the weeks, in between encounters that seemed like months apart. Jasper walked toward her, knowing she felt even stronger desires than those shared earlier. He softly kissed her breasts, and Tracey briefly looked away with a moment of introspection that was quickly overcome by her passionate, never-ending love for him. Tracey looked deeply into his eyes to appreciate his beauty and allowed her heart to be loved and express passion in return. That was all that mattered on this evening.
Tracey drank more wine and rested her crystal wineglass on the black marble table. They walked over to the majestic bed, and she leaned on the posts standing in front of him to allow Jasper to fondle her now completely exposed breasts with nipples erect. Jasper gently licked the outline, tickling Tracey. And she giggled. He cupped her large breasts in his hands while he sucked her nipples, massaging them gently as he kissed them side to side teasingly. Tracey moaned in pleasure from his tantalizing. He smelled her neck with a weakness for her signature perfume that was fragrant in select places on her body. Tracey placed her breast back into his mouth as he relished sucking all that could enter.
In a heated moment, Jasper quickly spun Tracey around and unzipped her skirt to reveal her