(excerpt from book)
* The meaning of art *
Bill had a hard time seeing the paintings on the walls since they were in the shadows. He could tell they were of an erotic nature showing naked subjects in different poses. Lois noted he was taking everything in and asked if he'd like to stroll around in order to get a better view of the art saying she'd like to get a glass of wine as well.
She returned with two glasses of white wine smiling at him as she handed him a glass. She was hoping their attraction was mutual but she didn't get the response from him she'd hoped for.
They strolled leisurely like an old married couple in an art musuem. However it weren't the paintings that caught their attention at first, it was the romantic intervention of others in their midst.
They stopped to look at each painting and while doing so, he felt Lois tug on his sleeve. When he looked at her he saw her smile as she motioned with her head towards the stairs. When he looked he saw Carl and Charmaine going upstairs as they held each other around the waist. Lois smiled impishly at him when she said,
"I hope you're okay with this Bill. Your wife's in good hands and I promise she won't be any worse off after being with Carl. He told me he was attracted to her and of course I encouraged him; I hope you understand and don't mind?"
"I've come to accept it with her. I know for certain she had one affair and there were probably others as well. I guess we have to take the good with the bad and if this is the bad, then I'm alright with it."
Lois took his arm affectionately telling him he was a wise man. She moved and rubbed up against him very much like a cat does when needing contact. She measured the effect she was having on him. Then smilingly she said,
"You and I could exact our lustful revenge on them...if you'd like."
Bill knew what she meant but didn't know what to say. Instead he patted her arm and smiled at her in response to her suggestion. She was one of the most striking women he'd met. But he thought she deserved more than someone going through the motions with her.
She was confused and wasn't used to rejection since she considered herself an attractive woman. Yet her interest in him and what made him tick fascinated her, besides he posed a challenge to her. She wanted to find out more about him sensing something wasn't quite right; something she didn't understand yet.
They stopped at each painting as if to unlock the hidden meaning behind each of them, commenting on what interpretation they had. Lois had an unfair advantage in her ability to interpret them since she knew two of the artists. She leaned against him resting her head against his shoulder in order to maintain contact. They came upon a painting of what appeared to be Neanderthal men on a hunt. The larger male who was perhaps the leader was leaning against a large boulder while a docile younger male sucked his cock perhaps in submission. The look of pleasure on the dominant male was evident as he cast his eyes upward to the heavens.
Lois said she thought the artist was trying to make a statement about how homosexuality evolved in man along with the social structure that is common to primates or tribal societies. She mentioned wolves have what is called a pecking order and use body language in cowering to show the higher ranking wolves their willingness to be submissive.
"What better way is there to show submission between two males than for one of them to assume the role of the pleasure-giver; offering sex and satisfaction as a sign of homage and adoration," she said. Causing bill to offer, "And then when it became obvious the act could be pleasurable for the male doing it, it was just a matter of time before he wanted to do it more frequently; even to other members of the clan when eventually he would be labeled a homosexual."
Lois smiled in agreement also noting how quickly she could learn about people by simply listening to their comments. Though she was surprised she quickly gleaned that Bill was showing homosexual desires. She said,
"Exactly and once the genie is out of the bottle, the rest is history and how can men be blamed for liking it as much as women do?"
This opened a new topic of discussion and she took the opportunity to ask him if he ever had the occasion or desire to perform oral sex on another male. He looked at her wondering if she had found him out even though he had tried to conceal it from others; even himself at times. With her he had no need to run from her suspicions and told her about the experiences he had in college and how they haunt him with desire, especially at this point in his life.
She saw another table with freshly poured wineglasses on it and taking his finished glass she returned with two fresh ones offering him a toast as they took another large swallow emptying the glass to half-full.
When they came upon the next painting they noted it was from the 17th century. It had four characters in what appeared to be a stable with stalls and hay covering the floor. An upper-class middle-aged man stood holding onto a vertical beam which had leather bindings or harnesses draped over a wooden peg. Sitting in front of him on a milking stool was a young handsome man. A smiling pretty girl was by his side with her hand on his shoulder. Perhaps she was his wife, girlfriend, or another servant. Standing beside the upper-class man was a woman, perhaps his wife since she looked to be his age and of similar social status. She too had her hand on his back perhaps comforting him as she looked pleased at what was happening:
The young man on the stool was holding half of the standing man's cock in his hand while the other half was in his mouth. It was clear the man standing was close to the inevitable as his rigidity was at a maximum and the color of his erection was a dark crimson signaling his advanced state of arousal. Aside from having an arousing effect on Bill, it spoke to him on some level but he couldn't quite find the message until Lois articulated exactly what it was he subconsciously understood; only too well.
"This is about the guilt which plagues closet homosexuals still seeking encouragement and perhaps permission from their mother's regarding their sexual desires for other men. Most men have a deep need to please their mother from a very young age. There are many borderline homosexual men who fear rejection and without getting the encouragement they hide their desires only to discover them reoccurring later in life. If you note, both of these women have their hands on their respective partners showing their encouragement which is also shown on their faces by virtue of their smiles. It's about acceptance, permission and encouragement to embrace homosexuality. Don't ask me why many men are this way and why they have so many hang-ups about it but they do."
And then she made a profound statement which made a great deal of sense to him:
"This is why many men find shemales so appealing since they find themselves with a woman encouraging them to do what they secretly want to do. When he looks up and sees a woman's breasts and everything else associated with a woman it drives him wild with lust to have her let loose in his mouth with her warm sexy juice. Not only is she giving him encouragement in performing the act of fellatio but she is thrilled in having him do so. Think about it; how many women do you know that would consider encouraging a man to make love to a cock. There aren't any, except for shemales. I have yet to meet a heterosexual woman who would encourage a man she liked to perform fellatio. It would be self-defeating wouldn't it?"
Seeing his reaction to the paintings depicting homosexuality caused her to ponder whether Bill was either gay or bisexual since she had been with several bisexuals and found them to be wonderful lovers. Also, she had met some couples where the man was bisexual when they married and then became totally gay after awhile. Seeing the expression light up on Bill's face when he looked at the paintings reminded her of the gay male she had met when studying dance in Russia for a few years; in fact they lived together for a year.
This time it was Bill who had their glasses refilled and when he handed it to Lois he realized he was beginning to feel its effect on him. He seldom drank and somehow it seemed the right place and time to indulge. He was impressed with her apparent insight, not to mention she accepted him which made him feel closer to her. He was used to guarding his inner thoughts from those around him but she had broken through on a hunch. With some reserve he said,
