Author's Note: The inspiration for this story came from a late night visit to a Las Vegas nightclub a number of years ago. It was an establishment where the young men performers seemed to have been chiseled out of stone by Leonardo Da Vinci and the young women to have stepped out of Hugh Hefner's Playboy centerfolds. Earlier, my woman and I had our usual number of drinks: an aperitif before dinner, several glasses of wine during dinner and a cordial afterwards. Upon arrival at the club we ordered another drink. After the second one both of us were in a mellow and free thinking mood.
We were upstairs in one of their club rooms where only gay men performed (my woman likes to look at them when they dance because she thinks they are more graceful). Obviously it was a slow night because we were the only people in the audience. After one of the on-going acts was over, a performer came to our dimly lit booth. I invited him to sit and have a drink. He turned out to be a fascinating gay man and our conversation soon took us to sexual things. He told us a story that unfolded a world that we had never previously thought about. It was a world of beautiful and handsome homosexuals traveling around the globe for hire attending private sex parties for the sole purpose of offering their bodies to the very wealthy gay and lesbian community.
As we listened, he mentioned that many gay travelers like him shaved off their pubic hair because their clients liked them that way. Looking around to make certain that no others were observing him, he opened his trousers and showed most of his shaven area. That prompted me to want to display my woman. She knew I have always wanted an opportunity to show off her nearly perfect female body, providing there was no threat to her dignity. Now seemed the right time! Since she always pleases me by never wearing a bra or panties when we dine out in the evening, I opened up the jacket she was wearing and showed him her breasts. He was impressed – so much so that I opened her wrap-around skirt to reveal the rest of her frontal charms. Her triangle of pubic hair lay below her beautifully rounded stomach. That look impressed him even more. "Your body is exceptionally beautiful," he said. Coming from a gay man that was high praise indeed! When I told him that at one time she had been a lesbian and wished I could have seen her being loved, he suggested that could be arranged even now. Though my woman tolerated displaying her body to a total stranger under these present circumstances, she balked at this. So we didn't follow through. We returned to the hotel full of desire for each other. Some years later this experience came to my mind and I conjured up this story.
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"What a beautiful sight!" thought Jean as she and David, her present lover, walked toward two well-proportioned young men who were standing nude on a raised platform along a side corridor wall of a sumptuously decorated very exclusive sex club. It was part of the hotel they were staying at. Their male bodies seemed to her to be chiseled in granite and their genitals something to behold. Each penis was presently about three inches long and hanging down behind and a little below was the male sac; encasing testicles that she always loved to feel and suck.
Jean and David were also naked, having been prepared earlier by the club's preparation attendants for this night of all sorts of sexual pleasures. As they approached the Adonis-looking men, their guide turned and said, "This first stopping off place is especially for you, Ms. Jean. If you would like, you can watch these men masturbate to climaxes. Or you can simply fondle their genitals and move on. They are elevated so that if you prefer, you can bring them to orgasm by stroking or sucking them; it is your decision."
Speaking to them was their "matron of the evening." Mrs. Boulder by name, she was introducing them to the second of eight sexual events offered that night throughout the luxurious club. A woman in her fifties, she was in a uniform – a dress, stockings and shoes that were all in ultra white. Both Jean and David were English and in their late 30s, vacationing in France at this very expensive boutique hotel discreetly catering to a wide range of the sexual desires of the rich.
Jean was a handsome woman with firm breasts that would fit nicely into a C cup bra. Her 5'5" torso was trim and shapely, as were her legs. The triangle covering the locus of her femininity was full and dark brown, as was the hair on her head – with the exception of the highlights put there by her hairdresser. Her derrière was beautifully rounded and tight. David was tall and dark and handsome – all over. Between his legs was his hanging manhood. At the moment his soft shaft probably equaled the individual length of the two men before them – though his penis was uncircumcised.
An hour earlier, after enjoying a number of drinks and an exquisite dinner in the beautiful dining room, they had entered the hotel's exclusive adult club and registered. Welcoming them were two attendants.
"Good evening, Ms. Jean and Mr. David," greeted the man. "My name is Craig and this is Jacqueline. We intend to freshen up your body with a shower and also tend to any shaving needs that are necessary. For your information, we love preparing people for an evening of ultimate sensuality - and raw sex, if that be your pleasure. So that you feel no discomfort as we work on you, I am gay and will attend to Jean and Jacqueline who is a lesbian will attend to David." Both Jean and David protested. Jean said, "We are bi-sexual and would be disappointed if Craig didn't serve David and Jacqueline me." So attendant gender roles were quickly put aside.
