Chapter 14 The Men's Room
As John had asked, Ryan and Nora stood near the door which had the sign 'Ladies' Room' written on it, while John brought Aiko into the room. They were looking at each other wondering what that meant. They had only a very brief glimpse of what was inside when John stepped through the door, shutting it behind him. They had seen enough to know that it was not a place where women could 'freshen up'.
As they waited, Nora subconsciously tried to hide her nudity. In a gesture that inexactly resembled Sandro Botticelli's 'The Birth of Venus', she put her left arm across the front of her body, using it to cover a large part of her perfectly proportioned mammaries and completely hiding her nipples and areoles and a large part of her perfectly proportioned mammaries. Her right arm extended down so that her hand covered her manicured pussy. Having a nude Aiko beside her gave her some courage in their shared naked sorority, but that she had disappeared into the room. Nora was naked all by herself. Her natural shyness had returned.
John came out of the Ladies' Room a few minutes later. He led the couple down the hall to another room. Nora's arms and hands were still attempting to maintain her modesty.
Behind her, several men were following them, apparently following them. They were able to admire the assets that she could not cover, her very swaying womanly hips, the luscious soft curves of her ass, her strong thighs and her beautiful legs. If Nora had been aware of them, she might have realized that, for some men, what she was displaying from behind was just as enticing as what she was displaying from the front.
John stopped in front of the door that had a sign which read 'Men's Room' posted next to it."
"The special rules here are essentially the male counterparts of the rules in the Ladies' Room," John said.
"Which are?" Ryan asked.
"In the Ladies' Room, the men are not allowed to participate unless a woman invites them and only under the conditions specified by the women. In this room, the reverse is the case. The women have to wait for an invitation from a man and follow the men's instructions."
The concept of a woman needing an invitation to participate in sex struck Ryan as odd. "I don't quite understand," Ryan said.
"Manko," he said, using her pseudonym because other club members were nearby, "will mostly be a sex doll for women."
"Oh!" both Ryan and Nora said at the same time. They felt the heat of embarrassment surge through their faces. They had not given even the slightest thought to the possibility that either Aiko or Nora might could become the object of lesbian debauchery.
"The guys in the Ladies' Room," John continued to explain, "are there because they get really turned on when they watch their wives having sex with each other. None of the ladies are full-blown hardcore lesbians but, once in a while, usually once a year, a number of them get together for a night of Sapphic fun. Variety, apparently, is the spice of life. Tonight, though, is the first time, they have decided to treat themselves to a total stranger instead of just each other."
'Oh my god,' Nora thought. "I think I just dodged a bullet. If I were in Aiko's place, I'd have quit right away!"
Out loud, she uttered, "She'll quit for sure."
"I wouldn't count on it," Ryan contradicted. "She's a dynamo. She's not totally inexperienced in sex between women. She always seems up for new adventures too."
'Good points.' Nora thought.
"Why would a woman even be in this room if they could participate by invitation?" she asked John.
"Ah, that you'll find out by yourself," John replied. "Since the two of you are having a little competition, I have to be fair. Manko has no idea what to expect. So, I'm not going to tell you what you can expect either."
John opened the door and gestured to them to step through. They walked in and glanced around. This room was just as opulent as the so-called Ladies' Room and was well furnished with mattresses.
A huge black man approached John and the couple accompanying him. He was taller than Ryan by at least a head. He was huge but he was also lean and muscular. He looked like a bodybuilder or a professional wrestler.
Nora, who had relaxed a little as she walked through the door tried, to cover her female assets again.
"This is Mr. F," John introduced. "He and his wife were the winning bidders for your, eh, services."
Mr. F extended his hand to Ryan and shook it. "Very pleased to meet you," he said very politely.
He was about to extend his hand to Nora when he noticed her modest posture. "Oh no, don't be shy," he said. "Don't cover yourself like that. Beauty should always be displayed." He gently took her left arm in his hand and pulled it away. "Besides, everyone has already seen your beautiful mounds at the auction. You are truly gorgeous."
Nora blushed at both the complement and her misplaced modesty. It occurred to her how silly it must look for a naked woman at a sex party, and who was likely to have multiple partners, to be prudish.
When the black man offered his hand for a handshake, and knowing full well that common courtesy required her to use her right hand, the very same one that she was using to cover her neatly trimmed pussy, she had no choice but to grasp it.
He held onto her hand like a lover would, gently and sensually massaging her small white hand in his huge black one.
Then Mr. F changed the subject. "I'm sorry. I can't introduce my wife because she's already gone to the Ladies' Room. My friends, Mr. And Mrs. T, were the winning bidders for Manko's services, but we also agreed that my wife could go there while Mr. T joins me here. I expect him soon."
"Yarn, may I ask you a few personal questions? You don't have to answer them, if you don't want to."
"What about?" Ryan asked.
"I understand that this is your first time as participants at a swingers' party like this one."
That's true," he replied. "We went to a swinger's club once with Manko and Pimmel but only as observers."
"So, you at least have some idea of what to expect."
"Yes, I suppose so. We got an eyeful too. Changing the subject, he added, "I'll tell you upfront, we're both very nervous, especially my wife."
"No doubt," the big black man agreed. "I can see that. That's why I want to ask you a few questions. I want to get a sense of where you're coming from and what your boundaries are. I don't wish to offend in any way."
"Ask away," Ryan said.
"Are you here because you are a cuckold and want to watch other men, especially black men, have sex with your wife? Do you get a hard-on at the thought of a black man dumping his semen in your little white wife's hot little pussy? Or maybe you just don't like to be near black people?"
Ryan flashed him a look of anger for his crass language and then relaxed. "I suppose they're fair questions," he started to answer.
Ryan recalled how his remarks to Gerald about the presence of black people were interpreted by his friend as, at the very least, a symptom of some residual racial prejudice. So, he answered the man's question carefully but honestly.
"No," Ryan said after a brief pause, "I was just caught off-guard. Frankly speaking, it so happens that we don't have any black folks within our acquaintance. So, we've never swung with black folks," Ryan explained. "Under these circumstances, it never occurred to us that black folks would even be here, let alone bid on and then win an auction for my wife."
"But you and your wife did come here knowing that she would be a sex doll and was likely to be used like one. Is that not so?" he asked.
"Yes," Ryan agreed, "and for the record, since we didn't expect black folks, we didn't come here to satisfy some taboo black-on-white fantasy."
"Understood," Mr. F said, "a good point."
Ryan continued. "No, interracial sex is not taboo to us. Our swinging group has two Asian women in it including Manko. Interracial sex blacks would definitely be a novelty for us."
Ryan saw the tension in the black man's face begin to recede. He relaxed in turn, glad that the man seemed to have accepted his explanation.
"So, what motivates you to let other men enjoy your wife's body? Have you got a cuckold fetish?" he asked.
Ryan had done his research and knew what the question was driving at. He didn't answer his question directly at first though. "The traditional definition of a cuckold is a man whose wife is adulterous. In this sense, all swingers are either cuckolds and cuckqueans."
"That's not what I really meant," Mr. F interjected.
"I know," Ryan assured. "Just bear with me. You asked if being a cuckold is my fetish. So, I'm answering it my way."
"Fair enough," the big black man agreed.
Ryan forged on. "My wife and I mutually and voluntarily agreed for her to become a sex doll for strangers based on your club's rules as told to us by John. Therefore, she's not cheating on me in the sense that she is having sex with someone behind my back. As a fetish, cuckoldry involves elements of humiliation and you're wondering if I'm one of those. Right?" he asked.
Mr. F nodded in agreement.
