On the appointed day, two weeks later they pulled into the garage, which appeared to be empty, save for a black limousine parked in front. As they pulled in, the limousine driver's door opened, and a Chinese driver stepped out. He approached the car and asked if they had an invitation. Cathy showed it to him, and he directed them where to park. They were casually dressed, a little chic but nothing too formal.
He opened the door to the limousine and already inside were three couples. They said "hello" to the other guests and sat next to the Japanese couple. The Japanese woman was tiny and very beautiful, with her hair styled with multicolored sticks. Her husband was of medium height and weight and looked like a businessman. He wore black framed glasses. Across from them, was an African couple, a rather tall and slim man with a wife whose ass was voluminous. She was also very pretty. They nodded to each other in cultural recognition.
Seated next to them was a middle aged, blonde haired and blue eyed, white couple, dressed casually in T-shirts and blue jeans, seemingly quite approachable. The driver offered all of them glasses of champagne and closed the door to await the two remaining couples. The East Indian couple showed up next, quickly followed by the American Indians who were both strikingly attractive.
All of the couples were in the middle-aged range and had been married for some time.
When all twelve had been seated, the driver drove off. The drive was quiet and apart from a few smiles and nods, nothing else was said. An hour later, they arrived at a compound on the West side of the city and a huge automatic gate swung open to let them in.
Taking their costumes, they followed the guide into a large pagoda type dwelling, where they were led into a large room and seated at a beautifully polished mahogany table. No sooner that they sat, a short powerfully built Chinese man entered with his wife. She, too, was short and stocky but quite shapely.
"Good evening, my friends," the Chinese man intoned, "I am your host, Gi Chan and this is my wife, Kayla. I suspect that you are all curious as to what this is all about. For many months now, my wife and I felt that although we still enjoy each other sexually, a little of the magic has worn off and we are seeking to try to regain that excitement that we had as young lovers.
I am a man of means and I contracted the best internet specialists to find representatives of all ethnic groups who are experiencing the same issue and were concerned about it. You have been chosen because you are all beyond repute, proved that you still love your spouses as I do mine, but are seeking that same little magic that has begun to elude us. I have chosen separate ethnic groups because I hope to spread the philosophy that race has no place in human relationships, especially in love, and that intrinsically we are very similar!
My hope is that we can find a way to regenerate that previous excitement, and cross pollinate it through the races, so that our world will be a better place.
My intent is for us all to become very familiar with each other. This may lead to some unplanned intimacy, so if anyone here has an issue with the race of anyone at the table, you should leave. When we are through here, you will return to your dressing rooms where you will change into the costumes that were sent. If race is an issue for you, that will be the best time to leave. Each room has a door that leads to the garage. The driver will return you to the parking garage where you left your car. There will be no recrimination or judgement. No one will know that you have left until we return here, so there should be no feeling of embarrassment or coercion to stay.
Once the sessions begin, every month, my physician will examine us and only those issued a statement of good health will be allowed to continue. Whatever events occur, will be attended by both husband and wife, even if both do not always participate.
My scientists suspect that the fall-off in excitement is not simply because of sexual predictability, but perhaps also because of decreased mental stimulation within an area in the brain. My hope is that by exposing all of us to various stimuli, we can reactivate that area responsible for maintaining the excitement of newness.
"Are there any questions?" Gi asked.
No one responded, so he asked all to go to their dressing rooms and return in one hour, wearing their costumes.
"When you return," he said, "we will begin by having each couple talk intimately about themselves, and what each think is the cause of the decrease in excitement.
We will then engage in mild sensual games that are designed to stimulate each couple, using different sources, and see how we respond over time.
He raised his hand, and twelve assistants escorted the couples to their dressing rooms.
An hour later, all twelve invitees returned to the Great Hall. No one had any racial issues, which pleased Gi Chan. His experts had chosen well!
The white couple wore sleeveless, fringed cow-boy jackets. The male, Jeremy, wore leather chaps which covered his front but left his hard ass on display. His cock was encased in a leather pouch. Dale, his slightly chubby wife, wore a short, fringed skirt that barely covered her crotch. Her breasts were practically exposed by the jacket's low neckline. They both wore cowboy hats and boots.
The American Indians wore their hair long, with head bands. A feather adorned Cool Runner's headband. Both wore leather bolero vests which were unfastened. Gentle Dove's vest exposed her chest but covered her proudly erect nipples. They both wore leather moccasins. She wore a leather skirt with long splits up to her hips on both sides and he a loin cloth.
The East Indian woman, Shari, wore a sheer, red, cotton sari, trimmed in gold, that offered a veiled view of all her charms. Ravi, her husband wore a long red velvet robe, cinched only at the waist, displaying his hairy arms and chest. They both wore red and gold slippers with upturned toes.
The African couple wore matching costumes. They wore copper-colored tunics that flowed from their shoulders to their ankles, with gold tams on their heads. Their feet were housed in copper toned sandals. Muhammad, a seven-footer, looked striking in his robe and glimpses of a long black python were occasionally viewed as he walked. His wife, Letta had a monstrous ass that gyrated in action. It kept her robe constantly splayed, offering glimpses of a very fat, but clean shaven, mons!
The Japanese couple, Mika and Hiro, wore green and gold, kimonos. Her hair was styled with multicolored Kansanshi sticks. She was tiny and had very white skin and wore scarlet lipstick. She looked like a porcelain geisha doll but the predatory gaze that she directed towards Michael's cock was anything but doll-like!
Michael and Cathy wore their black costumes. Her top was a diaphanous black sleeveless, shirt which exposed her blackberry nipples and purple areolas. Even after birthing two children, her breasts still hung sexily. Her skirt was a black, spandex micro-mini with a split up the front that ended where her labia began. On her feet were sheer black thigh hi's and high heeled black slippers with a clear plastic band across her instep. Michael wore a long-sleeved black silk shirt, buttoned only at mid-chest, and tight black jersey shorts that allowed the bulge of his cock to be outlined. It had captured Mika's attention, and that tiny, innocent looking woman obviously had designs on it.
Gi and Kayla wore gold lame robes that were no more than sheets folded in half, with a cut-out for their heads. Under each arm was a gold clasp that created armholes and another two clasps at the hips that closed the arm pit to waist section. Below the hip- clasps the fabric cascaded to the floor, exposing their thick thighs and legs. They both wore gold slippers.
In an attempt to charge the air with sensuality, no one was permitted to wear underclothing of any sort!
Gi added that anyone was free to leave anytime they felt uncomfortable and if anyone was found guilty of harassing someone else, they would be asked to leave!
He then asked them all to sit. Wine was served, and the couples invited to talk about their lives. They discovered that in many ways, they were very similar. They had all married, young, were well educated, had children early in life and were empty nesters now, and either the husband or wife had a very demanding profession that took them away from home quite often. They all loved their spouses dearly but had noticed this fall-off in intensity in their love making and wanted to try to fix it.
It was life changing for them to realize that race and culture had little effect on why they were there. It made them all more tolerant of the other couples, since all had been raised with biases that included certain stereotypes!
Gi, then suggested that they begin the first steps towards trying to reinvigorate the sexual stimulation. Everyone drew a nervous breath, but Gi laughed and said that it was not planned to be too invasive. If it got that way, it would only be by their choice.
The first exercise was designed to see how well the couples knew each other.
They were all taken to another room with fourteen metal cubicles. Seven metal cubicles faced each other. Gi, pressed a button and the cubicles separated in pairs. He explained that the men would enter the seven cubicles on the far side and the women in the ones on the near side, The lights would them be extinguished, and the cubicles would slide laterally and finally stop and come together again. A gong would sound twice, and the men and women in the cubicles now facing each other would feel their ways forward until they came into contact with the individual in the opposing cubicle.
No communication was allowed.
Recognizing that Muhammad was a seven-footer, they wondered how his height could be camouflaged so that he could not be identified by it. Gi responded that Muhammad's cubicle would have foot plates that would be lowered to make sure that he was not much taller than anyone else and so in the absolute darkness in which they would find themselves, his height would not be a disclosing factor.
He also pointed out that the women were all perfumed with the same fragrance and the men with the same cologne, so that identification using perfume fragrance and body odor would be difficult.
A digital console would numerically identify the alignment of the cubicles as they moved and log-in that information.
In total darkness, they were then expected without speaking, to hug, fondle and do whatever was necessary and allowed by their partner, to identify the individual with which they were temporarily housed.
A gong would sound once in five minutes when time was up. Everyone would move backwards to the rear of their cubicle. The cubicles would then slowly separate, and slide sideways in opposite directions, and then come together, aligning them with another. The gong would sound twice again, and the same thing would occur, for the same amount of time. When all of the cubicles had aligned with all the other cubicles, the gong would sound three times indicating the end of the exercise.
