There was a full dozen of the Shrimp on the plate the bartender brought, enough french fries to feed Debs and I and the couple with us but they had their own plates.
I would have never dreamed I would ever be in a place like this, not for eating lunch at least.
And certainly not with the wife in tow, we were guests of a couple we know from Reno, good friends. Just out for the day, having fun, enjoying getting away from the racket of the casino, and the machines that are barely more than thieves.
Cathouse, they call these places. Brothels is another term, whorehouse?
Just outside of Reno, perfectly legal.
One would think it would be seedy, the place was not. Rustic and neat as a pin, I looked at a group of women sitting over at a table not far away.
They looked like any group of women one might see in any bar, cafe, night club anywhere on earth. The only difference was the rather scanty clothing.
Even that was not outrageous, one older lady that looked to be around 50 or so had a lot of cleavage showing, another on had on an Orange T-shirt and not one thing else which I was sure of.
There was a young gal up by the bar in a bikini, and a skinny woman who got up on the stage and did a pole dance, just one.
There were also a few extremely large men around, appearing bored. All they did was sit there, one was puffing on a cigar.
Three men and a dozen women, hell, it was 2 in the afternoon and still slow I guess.
I'm Dan, the wife is Debra. Almost 70 is my age, and she is 58, back home she works as a Registered Nurse Practitioner.
Our friends were Jack and Terry, they work doing massages mostly down in Las Vegas, we had them do what they call a "tandem" in our room.
The first time was just a massage, nothing different than any massage any place on Earth.
The second one got a little bit kinky, one thing led to another and I honest to God watched as Jack had his hands first on my wife's bare boobs, then down they went to between her legs and Debs was going off at his rather expert efforts.
I might have complained but Terry had my almost 8 inches well oiled and both hands busy at the exact same moment, say what you will but it's hard to protest much in that situation.
OK. So were are married, we aren't supposed to do things like that.
Well. I am 69, Debs is 58. We both know about sex and having fun and it was sexy and we were having fun and we don't care what anyone thinks.
After Jack and Terry left we got to giggling and horsing around and we had even more fun, the truth is we are way better with each other than we are with someone else.
I also had never seen that before, I guess I probably never expected to. Watching a guy masturbate my Debs would irritate the hell out of me, probably start a fight is what I would have thought.
It didn't. Instead, it got both of us hot and anyone who saw us going at it after would have thought we were 19 years old.
I guess maybe I have my very own little quirks, I have found I enjoy the hell out of watching my wife rubbed like that, seeing her looked at naked.
Watching her receive pleasure gives me pleasure, and the side benefit is it gets me up and going.
Why? I have no idea and I didn't even know that until it happened. There is no penetration, none at all. Just touch, stroking and petting, sheer sensations.
I asked Debs about that, she told me that is just for me and it always will be.
The rest? It's all just fine, and it also happens both ways so no harm done at all.
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Anyway, long story shortened up here, Jack and Terry both work at the brothel, but they aren't hookers. What they both do is massages, it seems that some men and some women want that and nothing else.
Terry told us that some men just want to be held and petted, touched. Jack said he sometimes sees women that want exactly the same. They don't even desire to climax, they want just that, touch, hugging. Others are men that come out with their wives, they sit out at the bar and sip drinks while Jack takes them to his own room. He touches them, pets them, looks at them and masturbates them.
Terry mentions one lady that brings her husband out twice a month She wants her husband jacked off, she has arthritis and doing it hurts her hands, so she has Terry take care of him.
They both claim to have never removed any of their own clothing, not for any price, and I believe them.
Jack makes the wives feel wonderful and sends them back to the hubby who takes them back home and gets laid, able to get things up and going again.
Jack told us that if we could even think of a desire, someone showed up with it.
It was interesting as hell.
"Hey, would you guys like to take a tour? The place is amazing, it's nothing at all what you might expect." He told us after we were finished with the massage in Reno.
Yes, we did that again, just like the last time. As it turns out, Jack and Terry have their own airplane, they work at many of the casinos and hotels.
Not legal of course, some of what they do but no one ever complains. Why would they, nearly everyone that ever comes to Reno or Las Vegas is looking for some action, and not just losing money either.
And out at the place several miles out of town, it is legal, and they can do just about anything they wish to.
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A man about 50 or so came in, he stopped and looked around. The place was dark, I noticed that when we first came in. But after a few minutes it seemed much lighter, the bar area was well lit.
I saw the man's eyes fall on my Debs, and he smiled at her. Debra saw that too, she smiled back like she would with any other person she ever saw.
The man walked over, stopped at her side. Debs was just biting into one of the dozen Shrimp on her plate.
"Would you like to talk?" He asked her. Debra looked up in surprise, then at me. Hell, it was surprise too, I didn't know what to say.
A huge man appeared by the guy's side, he reached out and took hold of his elbow.
"Come on, sir. Let me buy you a drink." He said, and the man went with him. He really didn't have a choice in that.
Terry looked like she was about to blow a gasket, she was struggling to keep from bursting out laughing.
"You just got propositioned, you could have ended up in one of the negotiation rooms." She leaned in and whispered to Debs.
"God! He thought I was a.....?" Debra's face flamed.
"Well, all of the women in here are available for anyone who wishes to ask and can pay the price. That price can get to be very high for some men, too. Their key is to smile, get a smile back and ask to talk."
"How high?" I asked. I never was good at keeping my mouth shut, and this was sort of funny.
"Sometimes two, maybe three, even four thousand dollars." Terry said.
Both of our mouths fell open. The plate of Shrimp cost us $11.99, that had surprised me, I assumed a place like this would be through the roof on cost of drinks and food, it wasn't. It was actually less than back at the casino and the food was better.
Anyone could stop in any time for lunch, maybe a beer and then leave. No one would mind, it is probably one of the relaxed atmosphere places on Earth.
"I must be in the wrong profession." I wisecracked. Then I turned to Debs.
"Say, honey? You could make back that money we lost yesterday in just one.....?" Which got me poked in the arm.
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After we finished eating, a lady about 40 or so came by and told us she was our tour guide. Off we went to look around. She was the one in the Orange T-shirt, clearly one of the working women.
Going up and down any steps was interesting because her bare fanny was hanging out but we got used to that. I did notice there was a thong under there now, there hadn't been earlier.
The place was amazing, a person would think they would be little bare cubicles but some of the rooms had artwork that was beautiful. Every room, every cabin was a different setting, a different mood.
The themes? Sexual, of course, yet in a discreet way, in the background.
"Some of these paintings are worth millions." She told us. I looked, and had to agree. Many of them were clearly very old, and just hanging there in cabins that clients could rent.
That would have been dangerous, I would think but then I remembered the men that were just hanging around.
Armed, obviously. The weapons were tucked away but easy to see under the clothing. I would not want to be the individual that ever did anything out of line.
Those men did not bother with calling any police officers, none of them would ever show up anyway.
One man with arms like trash cans met my gaze, I nodded and smiled. He showed no reaction of any kind.
We stopped at one point and fed some already far too fat Koi fish in the ponds. We saw sex toys, showers and saunas, furniture the lady described graphically how it was used.
"Pussy rules here." She told us with a grin.
The entire visit was amazing. All of the buildings, equipment, everything had been brought in by helicopter years before at a cost of many millions of dollars.
It was nothing at all what one would expect.
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Finally the tour was over, we went back to the lounge area and sat down, the bartender brought over some drinks.
Just as I was thinking we would finish our drinks and head back to Reno, Debs excused herself and went over to talk to the tour guide lady who I now knew called herself Capri. There was some animated discussion, then Debs came back with a huge grin on her face.
"I bought us one." She leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"You what?" I managed.
