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All of us were happy for Zoe. After a couple of tense years, living on an emotional roller coaster, she finally came out to her mother and her step-father the weekend before. And now she invited all her friends, including the straights like Kate and me, to come to this “rainbow” bar, Likkks it was called. Now it was our turn to be nervous in the hours leading up to meeting at Likkks. Kate didn’t know what to wear. She tried getting Zoe on the phone, but it was always busy. Finally she called a bisexual friend of Zoe’s, Esmé, who told her that “anything goes at Likkks” and suggested Kate wear her black leather miniskirt and a tank top. That way, said Esmé, Kate’s only tattoo, an eagle on her right thigh would be visible. “Tattoos are always welcome at Likkks.” As for me, I didn’t worry much about how I looked. Basically I wanted just to be invisible. I didn’t think that a straight married man would be greeted warmly. He’d either be seen as the enemy or as a gawker, a tourist. Kate had to choose for me: dark jeans, a white dress shirt, and my black linen blazer from Uniqlo. We got there before Zoe, but fortunately we knew her friends Beth, Vicky, and Bobbie, all lesbian but very different. Beth was a cute natural blonde with a pixie haircut and softly feminine, the girl-next-door type who wore rather conservative flower-print dresses and must have broken many a male heart. Vicky looked like a pin-up girl from the wrong side of the tracks. In fact, she looked just like a performer from some of the lesbian porn I’d watched before I was married, the nylon-and-garter fetish models with glossy lips, dark eye shadow, huge hair, five-inch heels, etc. Tonight she was wearing a skin-tight latex dress, with a plunging neckline that showed off the red, white, and blue American flag tattoo that covered her chest, and she had a big shiny bangle on her right arm. Then there was Bobbie, who was so butch that if I didn’t know better I would have thought that “he” was a heavy-set guy. She had buzz-cut hair and was wearing a wife beater that showed the abundant dark hair under her arms. She smelled of Old Spice. It always reminded me of my dad. Zoe came in with her guy friend Marlow and his boyfriend Len. Everyone was in a festive mood, not only because of Zoe’s personal news but also because Minnesota had just legalized gay marriage. There were lots of kisses all around. What really confused the hell out of me–and out of Kate–was that Marlow always insisted on kissing her on the mouth, and it wasn’t just a little dry peck. Maybe he was showing off, maybe it was ironic, maybe he liked to show that he could have an effect on straight women, but Marlow always made it last, kept it up until Kate gave in and returned the kiss, which she now always did. Even knowing that he was gay and had a regular boyfriend, I freaked me out to see her tongue playing with his, not to mention the way one of his hands would brush against the front of her dress or shirt. So it was a relief when Marlow turned his attention to me. “I never thought I’d see you in here, Jack! First time for anything, eh? It’s a lot more fun than the straight bars. Even the drinks are better. Here, let me buy you their signature drink, the Freaky Likkkin’ Martini.” Karşıyaka escort Kate was now busy talking with Vicky, apparently about Vicky’s new Monroe piercing, and then Esmé came in, hugged everyone, and told Kate that the skirt was just right. It was true. She basically never wore the skirt outdoors. It was too short and sexy she said, and she wore it only at home. But now, looking at her and seeing the attention that her tattoo and her long, muscular legs were getting, I was proud and turned on by my gorgeous brunette wife. I think also, perversely, somehow her long kiss with Marlow had gotten me excited. The first sip of the Freaky Likkkin’ Martini hit me like a thunderbolt. I could feel it not just in my mouth and my throat but somehow all the way through my body, all the way to my fingertips. But after only a few seconds I had a kind of blissful sense of well-being. My whole body relaxed. Even the business about Kate’s kissing Marlow seemed just right. I almost wished they would do it again. Beth was now next to me, standing so close that our shoulders and arms touched. I’ve always been attracted to Beth, even though I know better, and she likes to flirt. “You’re looking hot tonight, Jack. The jacket is perfect with those jeans. There’s only one problem. Here…” Beth put her glass of wine down on the bar and unbuttoned three more buttons on my shirt. Then she rubbed her hand over my chest, lightly, playfully. But her fingers paused on my right nipple and played with it for a few seconds. Picking up her glass again, she said, triumphantly, “Now you look more as if you’re at home in Likkks. I know a lot of the guys here would like to play with your buttons!” She laughed and her tongue darted into my right ear. “Dance with me,” she said, tugging me by the hand out onto the floor that was already crowded with couples of all sorts. It was a slow number, and Beth pushed herself tight against me. After a while her hand found its way under my shirt again. With her sweet-smelling hair against my face, I was getting seriously aroused. Nearby, Kate was dancing with Bobbie. It was really hard to remember that Bobbie was a woman, but I was mostly focusing on Beth and wondering if maybe Beth might be a little bi. She certainly knew what she was doing to me. Her left thigh was rubbing between my legs. Then, too soon, the dance was over. We went back to the bar. I got another martini. Beth started talking with Esmé. A blond guy in black jeans and a grey t-shirt said hi. He was a few years younger than I and I took him for a college student. He too liked my jacket. We watched the dancing crowd. Kate was now dancing with Vicky, who was very clearly putting the moves on Kate. It was really surprising, but hot. Kate is very conservative, even more than I. Zoe was my friend before being Kate’s, and it took her a while to get used to this group of people I know mostly from work. Vicky had pulled Kate tight against her, their heads were pressed together, Kate’s eyes were closed, and she let Vicky lead. My new acquaintance–Andrew–had seen my wedding band and noticed my attention to Kate. “Is that your wife’s girlfriend?” he asked. I realized that he misunderstood our bornova escort bayan reasons for being there. “Just a friend,” I said, “not really a girlfriend.” “Sometimes friends turn into girlfriends, or into boyfriends.” He laughed. I laughed too. Just then the spotlights went on, illuminating the stage on one side of the room. “It’s Christine tonight,” he said, and then, seeing that I didn’t understand, “Christine is one of the big draws here. People come from out of town for the show.” The dance music ended, and the DJ put on something else. A beautiful brunette in a conservative, but nicely-fitting skirt-suit came from the wings. She was a knockout. “I’m sorry everybody,” she said in a sexy alto, “I just came from the office and didn’t have time to change. So you’ll just have to put up with my business attire, which is, you might have noticed, vintage Dior.” The audience laughed and applauded. Andrew leaned over to say in my ear, “Some nights she’s a cowgirl, sometimes a showgirl, sometimes even a nun.” Christine began to dance teasingly, showing off her legs, grinding her pelvis–the contrast between the outwardly prim clothing and her movements was both funny and exciting. Slowly she unbuttoned her jacket, then took it off and tossed it into the audience. “Now don’t you lose that! I’ll castrate anyone who makes off with my Dior!” Next came the slow unbuttoning of the blouse, and then it was time for the bra to go. “Oh, I could use some help. You there, the newbie in the black jacket…” She was pointing at me, “Come on up. Don’t be afraid. I won’t eat you…At least not on stage!” The crowd roared, and Andrew pushed me toward the stage. I got up on stage. My face, they told me later, was ketchup red. Christine, who was even more attractive up close, grabbed my right hand and guided it toward the hook on her bra. With trembling fingers I finally got it unhooked. I could see Kate’s face in the crowd, smiling. She turned to Vicky and said something in her ear. I started for the edge of the stage, but she stopped me. As I stood next to her, she pulled the straps off her shoulders, and then, cupping her hands on the bra, she lowered it, revealing two beautiful, small, soft breasts with very erect nipples. “Here, you hold onto my bra for now. But don’t lose it. I’ll come looking for it later.” To much applause I jumped off the stage with the bra in my right hand. Back at the bar, standing next to Andrew, I stuffed it in my jacket pocket. Christine continued dancing, slipping off her suit skirt to reveal a garter belt, garters, stockings, and a small sheer black thong, through which—my God!—I could see a good-sized cock. It took me a while to recover from the show. I had another martini. “I’m going out for a smoke with Vicky,” said Kate to me as she pushed her way past me in the crowd. I just nodded and smiled, and only after she had disappeared did I realize that she didn’t smoke. The martinis were really doing a number on me. I turned to Marlow, who was standing there, and said, “Weird. She doesn’t smoke.” After a little while he said, “Well, she didn’t. Maybe it’s not cigarettes.” This would be even less in character. Smoking weed? No way. She Escort üçyol doesn’t even drink very much. The crowd was increasing and becoming much less inhibited. There were a couple of guys making out right next to me, but I was mostly fascinated by the women. Zoe, who was really in a party mood, had pulled off her shirt and was showing off the barbells in her pierced nipples. No one seemed to pay much attention, except me. My eyes were popping out of my head. There was a very nice looking woman in her forties (I vaguely recognized her from somewhere) dancing with a college girl. When the dance finished, the two of them went through a door next to the bar–I figured to the ladies’ room. Andrew, the guy I was talking with at the bar, and Marlow got into a conversation about some porn star and whether he was gay or just gay-for-pay. They agreed he was incredibly hot on screen, but Marlow said he knew “for a fact” that the actor had a girlfriend who also did girl-girl films. Andrew turned to me and asked if I ever watched gay or bi porn. “No, I’ve never seen any. Not with guys. Girls, yes, for sure. I love that. We watch some just about every week.” “On DVDs or on-line?” asked Andrew. “DVDs mostly,” I said, “River Rock Women’s Prison is one of my favorites.” “Prison fantasies, fuck yeah!” said Marlow. “Straight guy in a cell learns to go down and like it–Fucking Jesus! That gets me throbbing every time.” Andrew nodded, grinning. “I started with girl in prison porn before I moved on to guys.” About then I saw Kate come back into the club. Vicky, who’s taller, had her right arm around Kate’s shoulders. They squeezed through the crowd and went through the door near the bar. Just before disappearing, Kate turned around and seemed to be scanning the crowd. I figured that she was looking for me, but she didn’t see me. I got another martini. Everything was very relaxed. I hadn’t talked about porn with other guys since I was in college, and I was enjoying the fellowship. “Jack, you really should take a look at some man on man videos,” said Andrew. “I mean, life is short. You shouldn’t close your mind. Maybe you won’t like it, but maybe you will. It’s like me and Thai food. I never liked the idea, but one day I was on a date with a guy I really liked and he wanted to go to this Thai place. Now it’s one of my favorite things.” Marlow followed up. “So maybe not to start with gay porn. But there’s porn with threesomes, two studs with a good-looking woman. She goes down on both of them, gets them warmed up, maybe rubs their cocks together. Then one fucks her while she deep-throats the other one. Then she gets one of them to go down on the other. She licks the shaft, tongues the head–you know, she shows him how to do it. Then she hands him the cock and lets him try it. Straight men will go to almost any length to impress a woman, right? So he starts to suck and pretty soon he really gets into it…” Things went on like this for a while. Even though it wasn’t my kind of thing, just hearing about all this sucking and licking and stroking was giving me a mild tingle in the crotch. As I’ve said, the martinis had a marvelously relaxing, loosening effect. Then an older man with a wedding ring came over to Andrew. They exchanged glances, and without talking at all, they headed off to a door nearby. By now I was wondering where Kate was. She had been gone a long while, as I pointed out to Marlow. “You really don’t know? Well, if you’ve never been to a place like this before, maybe you need an introduction. Come on.

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