Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 62
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I woke up first on Saturday morning and went downstairs to grab a coffee. Cara came down about twenty minutes later. Louise was shortly behind Cara.
Both Louise and Cara were hungover.
Cara looked especially rough. I could still see faint traces of the love- heart she'd painted on her face. And her skin looked a light shade of gray. Cara called Sandy to make sure she was opening the store and told her she'd be in later in the afternoon.
Louise commented wearily that she should quit smoking. It made her hangovers ten times worse after a night on the booze and smokes. I didn't make any comment on Louise's coke and weed indulgence the previous evening.
Cara apologetically told us she had a lot on, she needed to do a couple of hours at her store so Sandy could take a break, and Rudy was due at 5pm. So basically she didn't want to shoo us out the door, but, could we head home soon. I was happy to comply with Cara's request.
As we left Cara's apartment to take an Uber, she joked that she had been hoping to set up a welcome surprise for Rudy, but on second thoughts she was going to cancel Rudy's welcome present, who was apparently a gay friend of Cara's called Mickey.
==
The next couple weeks were quiet. Nothing out of the ordinary sex-wise. Louise did one Thursday after-work drink and told me that she'd met Bill's new boyfriend, Matty, again, and casually remarked that she thought he was one hell of a cute guy. She mentioned that he'd cut his hair really short and wondered if that had been at Bill's request. And she chuckled when she told me that she hoped I wouldn't meet Matty, as she was pretty sure he would be my 'type'. I could see in Louise's eyes that she really wasn't kidding, even with her being a little 'alcohol merry'.
"But, Ron, I don't want any more complications with Bill. OK?" she said finally.
I didn't want any complications with Bill either. If anything was going to happen between me and Matty, and I still felt I 'owed' Bill over how this shit all started, it would be fully under the radar. Not only for Bill, but for Louise too. But I wasn't going to go out of my way to start anything. I'd just let nature take its course, and whatever happened, would happen. Of course, I had to meet the guy first.
==
Four days before the 'Couples Party', Louise showed me an email that came with our PIN. Our PIN was '1690'.
In bed that night, we read the attached 'Party Update' together.
There were ten couples on the guest list. No names were given, just designations, Couple 1 through 10, with a brief one-line bio next to each couple. I assumed we were 'Couple 4', described as an 'experienced bisexual married couple who were in a co-operative open relationship and very much in love'. There were 'M-M' and 'F-F' couples, 'Couple 9' and 'Couple 10', and 'Couple 3' was made up of a 'fun loving bubbly female and her longtime Drag Queen partner'.
The document also listed the 'agents provocateurs' who were apparently all 'well established in the adult entertainment industry'. No cheap whores by the sound of it.
There were three girls, called Ava, Nicolette, and Amber; a 'provocative drag sensation' called Ilyana, and two guys called Adam and Bernard, who were apparently 'up and coming stars of the gay and bi porn scene'.
There were two themed rooms on the 'Party Floor'.
The first was called 'The Showtime Room' where we could watch 'some of the hottest talent in the adult entertainment industry in action'. I naturally assumed the performers would be drawn from the 'agents provocateurs' list. The guide added that 'if you desire, you can join one of the scheduled shows, if the performer or performers approve', and it also stated that 'amateur shows for uninhibited guests are welcome between scheduled performances'. So we could fuck on a stage if we wanted, it seemed.
The other themed room was called 'Dark'. Where it said 'tactile sensations are paramount in an environment where the interference of visual stimuli is removed'. So I assumed you went in and felt around and fucked or sucked whatever came to hand in pitch darkness. To me, that sounded a bit shit. 750 bucks for this!?!
But, I guess overall, the night sounded pretty interesting, and I reflected that I was actually looking forward to it. A lot. Forget the money aspect, Ron. Let it go, I told myself.
==
On Thursday, Louise took me shopping after work and we bought a new suit from a designer outlet. It was black but didn't look too formal. Italian. Louise added a white shirt with a powder-blue paisley undercollar, and I chose a new pair of shoes. Louise laughed when I tried the suit on and told me I definitely looked 'chic'. The boys, who were with us, were more interested in swinging on some of the clothes racks.
==
The Saturday we'd been waiting for came, and we took a late afternoon train down to Grand Central. Louise had brought her party clothes in a small wheelie case, she'd change in our room just before the party started. We took a cab a short way to an Irish pub near the venue, called Blackwell's.
After one Jamesons on the rocks, I looked at my watch. It was time to go.
Louise smiled at me, I thought a little nervously.
"OK, Ron, let's do this. But, before we go, you know I love you, right?"
"Yes, Louise. And I love you too."
"Let's have fun. But we don't do anything we aren't comfortable with, OK?"
I nodded my agreement, then we left the bar and walked out into the night air.
We entered the atrium of the building on East 48th at 7:11pm. There was a large digital clock projected on the wall behind a brown marble reception desk. A very big security guard directed us to the elevators. I caught a brief sight of an older looking couple in one of the elevators as its doors closed. At least we weren't the first to arrive.
When the next elevator arrived, I punched '1690' into the keypad inside. The elevator proceeded to ascend to Floor 13.
I took a deep breath and squeezed Louise's hand as the door opened.
"Oh, Hi! So glad you could make it! Can you please show me your PIN email?"
I hadn't expected this immediate interaction, but Louise got over her initial surprise and took her phone out, and showed it to the 'Party Advisor'.
The 'Party Advisor' was an attractive long-haired blonde who looked late twenties, dressed in a tight black dress. The dress was short and the top part was designed to look almost like a bow with a small circular raised patch in the center and a triangular flourish covering most of each breast. Our 'Party Advisor' owned a decent rack, and was very pretty. And, fuck! I suddenly noticed she was wearing an electric green wristband. So she was a player too. Nice.
"OK, Couple 4! Welcome to Xochi!"
So I'd been right. We were 'Couple 4'.
"First off, I'm Tasha. I'll be your personal party advisor for tonight. I'll be stationed down here a large part of the evening and can provide assistance whenever you need it. From nine til ten, and midnight to one a.m. I'll be on the Party Floor. But you can always catch an advisor, me or someone else, there's three of us, in the office down the corridor. See, there at the end?"
Louise looked down the corridor and replied with a nervous sounding, 'Yes'. I didn't say anything.
"OK, let me show you to your room, which, and no prizes for guessing, is Room Number 4."
Tasha laughed. Louise followed with a shorter more nervous laugh.
We walked down the plushily carpeted corridor about half-way, then Tasha stopped outside our room.
"I'll take you through the room facilities, but before I do, I know your names. Are you OK with me using your names? If we speak, I mean? Some guests like to be strictly anonymous. But it's OK if I call you.."
Louise replied with another, "Yes".
"Great. So welcome again, Louise," she emphasized the name, "and welcome too, Ron."
Tasha typed our pin into a keypad on the wall to the right of the door. Above the door, a light which had been showing red, switched to green, and the door clicked. Tasha gave the door a soft push.
"So, Louise and Ron. You saw what I just did. You use your PIN to open the door. It's up to you if you want to give other guests your PIN. Some people do. Most people don't. It's totally up to you. Come on in."
As we were about to step into the room, I heard a ping from the elevators, and watched as another 'Party Advisor', another attractive blonde, this one in a short red dress, walked down the corridor. She was 'wrist banded' too.
"So, there's this control pad inside. You see it?"
I nodded as we fully entered the room.
"If you want the door to be locked, and you don't want anyone to disturb you, you press 'LOCK'. The light outside will go red. Now, if you see any room with a red light, you mustn't attempt to open the door, or even knock on the door. It's like a 'Do not disturb'. You got that?"
Louise said 'Yes'. Again, my response was a nod of the head.
"Default mode, like you don't make a choice, is 'LOCK' when the door is closed. Kicks in after five seconds. Next, maybe you want someone to be able to enter, but you want them to knock, or you want to see who it is through the spyhole? In that case, you press 'HOLD' after closing the door. The door is still locked, but the light outside will go amber. Perhaps you'd like to play with another guest in their room? It happens quite a lot. You see the light is amber, knock, then see what happens. Maybe they let you in. Some people look at it like playing the slots! Although you probably worked out already, your couple number matches your room number."
I said 'OK', as did Louise. Tasha laughed again.
"Final door thing, I promise. If you want to play, and you are happy to have anyone join you. And I mean anyone, press 'OPEN'. The light goes green, and the door is unlocked. If you want, you can push the door back, you see, this far", Tasha pushed the door wide open until it clicked, then let go. The door stayed open.
"That's allowed too, then people can look in and see what's happening. Maybe you just want to put on a show, but remember if the door is open, people can come in. And they usually will."
Tasha finished, and looked first at me then Louise.
I saw the shape of a couple walking past in the corridor but they were gone before I could focus on them. All I caught was the trail of a long gold ladies dress under an overcoat.
Tasha then took us through the lighting, showed us the safety deposit box ('Please leave your cellphones in there'), the bathroom (with a 'French bidet'), the wardrobe setup, pointed out the minibar ('no charge for anything') then finally asked us if we had any questions. Louise was glad when Tasha confirmed smoking in the rooms was permitted. She also showed us a guest 'pill pack'. Two blue pills, and something in a thin tube, which was 'for the ladies'.
Louise had another question.
"Tasha, this might sound stupid. But, we have to do.. eh, well, you know, in the rooms?"
Tasha smiled.
"No, you can play upstairs if you want. There's 'Showtime' tonight, where you can play to an audience. There are also some discreet booths, back of the bar area, sometimes couples get friendly there. It doesn't happen every party, but sometimes people get carried away. Especially after a few glasses of Champagne. By the way, definitely try the Champagne, it is exquisite. Then tonight, there's 'Dark', if you want the excitement of sex with someone you don't know and can't even see, you can go in there. Occasionally, there will be an orgy breaks out. We've had guests want to be gangbanged, and that has happened upstairs. Happens mainly in a room though. And I guarantee at least one door will be green and open, it's usually the case. Maybe you guys?"
Tasha raised her eyebrows. Louise darted her eyes to me.
"Ah, OK, probably not. Eh.." Louise replied, paused, then added, "I guess with it being our first time.."
Tasha smiled again.
"Well, Louise, my advice to first-timers is always the same. First, there are nine other couples, and there are the 'agents', as we call them. That can be anything from six to ten additional players on top of the couples. Think about it. That's a lot of people. You will not be able to play with everybody. It's impossible, trust me. Even if there's a gangbang, chances are not everyone will participate. So, here's what I suggest. Mingle at the start, and just talk to people like you normally would at a party. See who you like. See who you click with. Don't always go on looks. You might not even get to talk to some people.
"Watch a show. 'Showtime' is usually pretty good, and the first show tonight is Ava and Nico, and that WILL be good, they're great, actually. You might recognize them if you're into porn. It'll start around 9:30. Watching a show with another couple is a good way to start the evening. It's an ice-breaker, not everyone talks to everybody else at the start of proceedings. Mixing with other couples can take time, especially on a night like tonight when there are three sets of newbies. All good?"
"Yes, thanks," Louise said. I added a belated 'Thanks' as well.
"I guess the main thing is, don't feel like you have to head off and party with another couple right away. There's lots of time. OK, one last thing. I work a lot of these parties. You will both receive attention tonight. Two reasons.."
Tasha paused and let out a short laugh. She turned back to look at Louise.
"Sorry, Louise, I didn't mean it that way."
She glanced down at Louise's front, even though Louise still had her overcoat buttoned up. Louise blushed.
"Sorry, but that's part of it. Every guy, even if they were totally gay, will want to fuck you, Louise. Some of the women too. And, Ron, you will definitely appeal to the gay / bi set. So totally don't panic. Take your time, there's a lot of fun to be had. And for the avoidance of doubt, every couple picked to be here tonight swings both ways. You don't have to worry about that. So, Ron, nobody's going to be horrified if you want to suck their dick. And the girl-girl couple, and the boy-boy couple, they self- identify as bi as well."
Tasha looked at a silver chain-link watch on her non-wristband wrist. It matched a bunched loose silver necklace she was wearing round her slim neck.
"OK, my next couple is due in timeslot 3, so that gives me five minutes. I got four tonight. Anything else?"
I shook my head. Louise said, "No thank you".
"OK, Louise. Looks like you've brought a change of clothes, I can't wait to see how you look. I'll leave you guys to get ready. I'd suggest getting to the Party Floor for ten after eight. Good arrival time for first timers. You won't be the first couple. And the agents, well some of them, will be there by then. They're told to be on the floor by eight, but most of them arrive five to ten minutes late."
Tasha smiled at us both, then turned and left the room, closing the door as she exited.
Louise opened her suitcase and took off her coat, before lifting up a light-colored sparkly dress she'd packed.
"Tasha seems nice, don't you think, Ron?"
"Yeah, and pretty," I replied.
"And she was wearing a wristband, so she's a player," Louise remarked. "What do you think?" Louise added.
"Up to you, Louise. Let's see what the lay of the land is like upstairs, but it's an option. If you'd like to, I mean."
"Well, like you said, she was very pretty. And she seemed nice, too. Let's see."
Louise picked up a clutch-bag, and a pair of cream-colored heeled sandals, and took them with her dress into the bathroom.
"Ron, ten minutes, I need to touch up my make-up and hair."
I sat on the bed and picked up the TV remote.
Porn. On every channel. I wasn't particularly interested in watching porn right now, so I flicked the TV off. I heard Louise call me from the bathroom.
"Ron, baby, can you bring my curling irons through please, babe? Shit, I should have done this earlier."
I went into Louise's case and got the curler thing out, then walked into the bathroom.
Louise was now dressed, and was applying a finishing touch up to her satin pink lips. She looked good.
"Thanks, honey, fuck, pass me my cigarettes and lighter too, I'll grab a quick smoke as I finish."
I went back into the bedroom and returned with Louise's smokes. I heard a beep as the curling irons started to warm up. Louise grabbed the pack out of my hands and lit up immediately, she took two deep pulls, before saying "Thanks".
Louise's dress was quite provocative, but not necessarily too over the top. It was white, well, cream, and was totally covered in sparkly sequins, so the texture was a little rugged. I quickly thought what running my cock over it would feel like. The dress was long sleeved, wrap-around, allowing Louise to show an ample amount of titty flesh, and short, with the lower part of the wrap exposing Louise's smooth naked legs at the thigh. I saw that Louise was now wearing the cream ankle-strap sandals with a thick wedged heel. She looked good. REALLY good.
Other than her wedding and engagement rings, and diamante studded earrings, Louise wasn't wearing any jewelry. I watched on as Louise smoked and fixed her hair.
"OK, Ron, how do I look?" she asked after a few minutes.
"Absolutely fantastic," I replied, in all honesty.
"You don't look so bad yourself, hun!" Louise smiled. "Just two more minutes, OK?"
I went back into the room and looked inside the mini-bar. Small cans of beer, fruit juice, soda, one half bottle of Champagne, and some liquor miniatures. I thought about opening a beer, when Louise walked in.
"Ron, what time we got?"
"Well, it's ten before eight."
"Good, Ron, give me a drink. Vodka if they have it. I'll take it neat. Well, ice, if it's in there."
There was a small ice tray in a slim upper compartment of the mini-bar.
Louise stubbed out her cigarette in an ashtray on the bedside table. I poured a miniature out into a short glass, added a single ice cube, and passed Louise her vodka.
"Damn, I'm nervous. Tingly nervous. And I have to say it, I'm also a little moist," Louise laughed.
I actually considered a quickie, but there was no way Louise would have gone for it, so I reached back into the mini-bar and cracked open a beer.
"Ron, tonight. I'd like to, well, I'd like to, ehm, with another couple. A foursome, where we all play together. You OK with that?"
"Louise, yes, totally not a problem."
I wondered how hot the other female guests would be.
"And I want to use the room," Louise continued, "I'm not fucking in public. And I'm not too bothered about interacting with the pornstars. Unless someone really takes my fancy. But that would have to be in our room too."
"OK," I replied.
"And I don't want us going off solo," Louise quickly added.
She took a sip of her drink. "OK? We've had issues with this. I've had issues, maybe you didn't.."
"I did, Louise," I put in, then added, "Tonight we only play together. I'm actually glad you've said it."
Seemed Louise was in charge. Again.
"OK, Ron, good. We're on the same page. Maybe Tasha, too? Let's see."
As we finished our drinks a few minutes later, I heard footsteps, more than one person, in the corridor outside the room. Sounded like someone was going upstairs. I glanced at my watch. 8:01pm.
"Louise, five minutes, then we'll head up?"
"Sure, Ron, let me have one more cigarette before we go."
==
At 8:10pm exactly, Louise grabbed her purse, which seemed to be coordinated with her dress, and we left the room and headed to the elevator. I was thankful we were the only couple around. The elevator only took a few moments to go up one floor. Then the doors opened, and we'd arrived at the 'Party Venue'.
We walked into a softly lit bar area. It was kind of what I had expected, all dark wood floors, black walls and fittings, a lot of chrome. A dark- crimson shirted male server, the sleeves of the shirt were white, approached us and handed Louise a glass of Champagne. I reached out and took one from the round tray he was holding. I reckoned the server was a college student, he looked pretty young.
"Madam, the smoking area is out there, balcony behind those tables. And the bathrooms are through to the left. Have a fantastic evening, and if you need anything, just let me know. There are snacks at the bar, but we can bring additional savories to a table if you need them."
There were two couples chatting at a large free-standing oval bar. The 'Party Advisor' I'd caught a glimpse of earlier, the blonde in the red dress, was with them.
One couple looked older. I'd say they were in their late 40s. The guy, who was standing up, was very tall, with well-groomed gray hair. The wife, I assumed she was his wife, was a redhead, and definitely looked like she'd had a few nips and tucks. Nose especially. But she was not unattractive. He was wearing a dark suit. Could be dark blue, could be black, hard to tell in this light. She wore a burnt-orange sleek long dress, with a one- shoulder neckline, her left shoulder and arm were fully exposed, and the floor-length skirt section was highlighted by a sexy high side slit which showed pretty much all of the wearer's long slim left leg. If you were a leg man, I guess you'd appreciate the look. The couple reminded me slightly of Sue and Daniel, the party-hosting swinger matures we'd fooled around with, shit, it felt like ages ago.
The other couple looked around our age. The guy, who had long dark hair, was also wearing a suit, it was a light brown color, over a shiny black shirt. His wife, or partner, whatever she was, was dressed in a black and red checked skirt suit, the jacket unbuttoned way down low, showing a lot of skin, accompanied by a very tight short matching skirt. She was sitting on a barstool, and I could see she was wearing black pantyhose, or possibly I suspected, stockings, with very high red heels. She had a fashionably messy tousled dark hairstyle, and I could easily see the shine on her glossed red lips even from ten feet away. She was very fuckable, but somehow tonight I didn't think I'd make a play, unless it was Louise made the move, or it just happened. The guy wasn't ugly, but he didn't do much for me, possibly because he was fashionably unshaven, and a lot more masculine than 'my type'. I'd tell Louise I'd prefer not to play with them when I got a chance. Well, I guess it depended on what else was available.
We headed towards the bar just as two women emerged from the bathroom area at the left. The first thing I noticed was that they were wearing wrist bands. Louise reached and squeezed my hand.
"Looks like a couple of 'agents provocateurs', Ron. Pure pornstar gold."
Louise must have googled 'agents provocateurs' because she sexily pronounced it in a French accent, 'ah-john' instead of plain old 'agent'.
I gulped as the two women headed straight towards us, smiling, intercepting us before we reached the bar.
"Hi," the first of them said loudly, as she looked at Louise before turning her head to me, "I'm Ava.."
"And I'm Nicolette," the second added.
"And you must be.. ?" Ava continued.
I didn't know what to say. Luckily Louise spoke first.
"Well, we're Couple.. no, fuck that bullshit, I'm Louise, and this is my husband, Ron."
"Delighted to meet you, Louise, and you too, Ron," Ava replied, in a strange accent I couldn't quite place.
"Likewise," added Nicolette.
Both women were tall, shit they looked over 6 feet. Ava was a dark brunette, and very stunning, with deep red plump botoxed lips which must have been a dream to have wrapped around your cock. She wore an over-the- top leather miniskirt and an outrageous wide-open lacy black top, which showed off more of Ava's massively silicon-enhanced bust than it covered.
Nicolette had her hair dyed a very bright red, and was also very well- endowed in the chest area, courtesy of the type of top plastic surgeon, porn actors could afford. She also had the pumped-up lips look that Ava had. And in an equally over-the-top manner, she was wearing a short leopard-print micro-dress. If it was any shorter I'd be staring at her no doubt shaved pussy. She had high wedged open-toe sandals on that made her even taller. It was clear that the 'agents' didn't appear to do subtle.
"Sorry, Ava, your accent? Australian?" Louise asked.
Ava burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, Louise! If I had a dollar for every time one of you Yanks accused me of being an Australian. Well, I wouldn't have to work parties like these for starters!"
"Oh, shit, sorry, I .."
"No, it's perfectly OK, Louise. I'm English. Not everyone talks like those posh folk on Downton Abbey, you know!"
I heard the elevator doors open and turned round to see another couple enter.
These people caught my interest. Mainly because the female looked around my age, but the guy, well the guy looked about sixteen. And he was definitely 'my type'.
They took a glass from the same server who'd given me and Louise a glass of Champagne, then basically walked straight over to us.
"Hi, we're Couple 1!" the female said jauntily.
The woman beamed a broad smile at me, then at Louise.
Louise giggled and gave the woman a strange look.
"Oh damn, you're right! This is ridiculous! I'm Mindy, and this is Marcus. Mindy and Marcus McClure."
Fuck! They were married? She looked double the kid's age. I'd put the female, Mindy, at 32, 33 easy. The kid looked under 21. Although I assumed that there was a 'No under 21s' rule, and the kid had picked up a glass of Champagne, so maybe he just looked young.
"It's first time here for us," Mindy added.
"Well, Mindy," Ava replied, "You'll probably have a lot of fun. Every Couples Party I've been to has been a good one. Just relax."
Nicolette leaned into Ava and whispered something. Ava turned back to us.
"OK, my lovelies. Nico, and I, Nicolette lets her friends call her 'Nico', need to go to the bar and chat with the other guests. And we're first on in the Showtime Room. Don't miss us. I've deliberately avoided cock and pussy for a week. I love to make a show authentic. So remember, 9:30 on the dot, it's Showtime!"
Ava and Nicolette then walked over to the bar where they introduced themselves to the other guests.
Louise turned back to the couple in front of us.
"Oh, sorry, Mindy. I'm Louise and this is my husband, Ron. Or Couple 4, if we're doing that bullshit!"
Louise and Mindy burst out laughing. Mindy had a very high-pitched laugh.
"God, Louise, I'm just glad there's at least a couple of normal people here. I really didn't know what to expect. And you look, well, you look great!"
I put my hand out and shook Marcus's hand.
"Hey, I'm Ron. Marcus? Right?"
"Yeah. Hi, Pleased to meet you."
The guy seemed a little on guard. Nervous even.
I wondered if Louise saw Mindy and Marcus as our first playmates? I was up for it. In more than one way.
"Mindy, you look wonderful too!" Louise replied as I kept my eyes fixed on Marcus.
Mindy kind of did look 'wonderful', but possibly not totally my type. I mean, she was a good-looking woman, make no mistake, with that ditzy blonde vibe going on. Her fair hair was long and straight, a kind of feathered, layered cut, and she was wearing a conservative amount of make-up. Certainly less heavy than Louise had on. Her lips were a similar pink shade to Louise's, maybe a shade lighter. She could probably pass for younger from a distance, but close up, the tell-tale lines at the side of her eyes and also at the edges of her mouth, gave her real age away. I now placed her at 35+.
Mindy was wearing a tight short white dress, which accentuated her firm but not too large bust. It looked like Mindy wasn't wearing a bra. She had on an elaborate necklace, which looked like it was set up like a constellation of small gold circles, and a heavy diamond bracelet. The bracelet looked like it was the real deal. She finished her look off with white patent leather high-heel pumps at the bottom of her smooth tanned naked legs.
Would I fuck her? Yes? Was I hoping for better female talent tonight? Well, possibly. Someone with bigger tits. But she was an option. Especially considering her 'husband'. Marcus, him, I liked.
As I already mentioned, he looked young. But I was still assuming he had to be 21. He had shortish dark hair, jet black actually, which he wore with a side parting on the left. It was gelled for sure, there was a full-bodiness to the slightly messy style. Marcus had well defined eyebrows and deep blue eyes, and his face was very attractive, in a boyish but still masculine way. Kind of like boyband material when I thought about it. God, how gay was I becoming? He had very light dark facial hair above his nicely shaped lips and I did consider again whether he was actually 21 or younger.
He was wearing a shiny gray suit, and was the first guy who I'd seen wearing a necktie tonight, a thin yellow one, which he'd tied in a loose knot over an open-necked white shirt. It looked like he'd dressed to look older.
I was hoping Louise would be up for this, but was conscious of not jumping into things too quickly tonight after what Tasha had said to us.
"So, Louise," asked Mindy, "You guys I guess are into the scene, but is this your first party?"
"Yes," replied Louise, "You?"
"Double first for us. I'll explain if you'd like."
"Sure.."
Before Louise could go any further, the elevator pinged. This time three couples stepped out. All four of us turned round.
Taking it in quickly, we had an older guy, medium-length dark hair and a beard, with what I guess people used to describe as a 'bimbo' in a shiny bright-blue satin stripper dress, fake tits, heavy make-up and a peroxide blonde hairstyle. She wore a matching blue fabric choker necklace, inset with a black cameo.
Next there was a black couple. The guy was slim and dark skinned, with a very short cropped haircut, but not bald. He was in a yellow shirt and black pants. The woman, with her hair straightened and pinned up elegantly, was lighter skinned and wore a long gold dress with slits down both sides. She was very attractive, and her eyes looked great framed in striking gold- colored eye shadow, but I guess she was a little too skinny for my taste. I actually wondered if she was a fashion model.
The third couple, they had to be either 'Couple 9' or 'Couple 10', whichever way round it was, were the lesbians. Both were 'fem'. Well, to an extent. One with very short blonde hair, almost a skinhead, was the more attractive of the two, she was dressed in a dark pant-suit. The top part was open, a little similar to 'Miss Black and Red Check jacket' at the bar, but with longer flowing pants that ran all the way down to the floor. The other, slightly younger half of the couple had curled dark hair, and was wearing an off the shoulder pink blouse showing heavily tattooed shoulders, front and back. She was wearing what looked like black leather pants, yes, looking closer, they were definitely leather, and black calf-length boots inlaid with a tree-like pattern in a lighter gray color, and gray wedged soles. They were like a mix between biker boots and cowboy boots. The woman in the black leather pants' make-up was done provocatively heavy, with shiny silver eye shadow over black, and dark red going on black lipstick.
The three couples nodded at us, but walked over directly to the bar to where Ava and Nicolette were now laughing loudly.
I tried to work out in my mind if everyone was now here? No, still two or three couples missing by my calculation.
"So anyway," Mindy continued. "Marcus and I have been together for about a year now. I'll explain the setup later, if we, well, decide to talk later. And Marcus really wants to try out some new experiences. He doesn't have my experience.."
"Can we not.." Marcus interjected.
"No, don't get shy, Marcus," Mindy fed back, before taking a swig of Champagne.
"It's true, Marcus. Anyway, we got to know about the party from an old girlfriend of mine, and we both discussed it, Marcus and me, and we decided to give it a try."
Mindy looked down into a thin white purse she was holding.
"Shit, I forgot my cigarettes.."
"It's OK," said Louise, "I have some. Marlboros OK?"
"Yes," Mindy smiled in response, before adding, "Marcus, you stay here with Ron while Louise and I have a smoke. Baby?"
"Sure," Marcus replied. He had something of the tone of a bored teenager in his reply.
Louise and Mindy headed out to the smoking area. I saw some appreciative glances from the bar area as Louise passed. The older guy with the white hair in particular. A few seconds later, the slim elegant black woman and 'Miss Black and Red Check Jacket', as I was now calling her, made a move to the smoking area.
I saw two tall guys enter from the left. Both were young, both had short dark hair, and slender, gym-buffed bodies. One of them looked Italian, the other had a lighter complexion. They both wore designer t-shirts, and green wristbands were visible on each of their wrists. They were also both wearing jeans. So, the performers were allowed jeans. Both of the guys were definitely in the 'I would' category. And I was pretty sure if they worked in the 'industry' they'd each be packing a healthy piece of meat.
As the guys walked across the floor, they didn't take much notice of us and headed to the bar. I thought about walking over, we'd possibly ended up in an inopportune location, and nearly suggested it to Marcus, but then I decided to wait until Louise returned. I watched as the two male performers said something to Ava, and then headed back towards the bathrooms.
I turned back to Marcus.
"So Marcus, how's it going?"
I knew it was a crap way to break the ice, but I still wasn't a 100% getting Marcus's vibe.
"Yeah. It's OK. I'm a little nervous. Tonight is gonna be my first time like this. Also, the guy thing. I'm not really experienced that way, but I wanna give it a try."
This piqued my interest. Again, I told myself to calm down, it was early.
"Ah, OK. You got anything particular in mind?"
"I think so. Well, it's complicated. I might not .. But.." Marcus stopped talking, seemingly thinking it over.
"Ah, so Mindy is the one driving. But you are excited about getting together with another couple? It's not like she's making you, right?"
Marcus quietly said, "Yes. No. I mean, I want to. I've been watching bi porn for years, even before, well, me and.."
Marcus paused.
"I guess it just has to be right."
"OK, sure," I replied.
Marcus looked over at the smoking area, then turned back to me.
"Your wife, I mean, Louise. She's very hot."
I decided given where we were, I'd maybe probe a little further. So far, Marcus and Mindy were the best option I'd seen. The performers, well, I felt I wanted to keep it real. Possibly have some fun with a performer later. First, I wanted to fuck 'real people'. And Marcus for sure would want to fuck Louise. He'd practically just said so.
I took a deep breath. It's early, I told myself. No, fuck it.
"Marcus, Louise and I, how would you feel if.. ?"
I left the question hanging.
"Well, Ron, I guess you better ask Mom. SHIT! I mean, Mindy. MINDY. Jesus! Sorry. Here she comes now."
This was one time I really was lost for words.
TO BE CONTINUED