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Black Tie Affair
by Allison George (allison_george@hotmail.com)

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A conversation between swingers. (MF)

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Author Notes: This story contains descriptions of sexual 
activity that should not be read by anyone under the age 
of 18 whether you're an art lover or not.

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- Hey Bill, what's up?

- Joan, the firm has some tickets to the museum opening 
this Saturday night, black tie of course. Marie already 
has plans for us; if you and Jack are not otherwise 
engaged they're yours.

- Bill, we're free as of today. The weather looks like 
it isn't going to hold so we canceled our plans to go 
sailing.

- Fine, just give Marie a call on Sunday and let her 
know how it was. She almost fainted when she heard that 
Jake Barnes was going to be there for the opening. He's 
on the cover of Cityscape this month standing next to 
one of his collages.

- Oh my God, I saw that picture! Is he really going to 
be there? I've heard some really wild stories about him.

- Well Joan, I don't know how true the stories are; but 
he's going to be there. Anyway, do me a favor and give 
Marie the full report.

- Will do, and thanks for the tickets. Damn, I'd better 
run and give Julian a call and see about a haircut and 
makeup appointment...

- Hi Joan, you didn't have to come over today. You must 
be tired after the late night at the museum.

- Not really Marie, I've been kind of antsy waiting to 
tell you about what went on. I'll take a cup of coffee 
if you have some.

- Sure thing, I just made a fresh pot for Bill to take 
to the office; he has some work that needs to be 
finished in time for a meeting tomorrow. A couple of my 
clients were in from New York for the weekend and I had 
promised them dinner a couple of months ago. It wasn't 
anything that I could back out of at the last minute. 
But damn it, Jake Barnes; how often will something like 
this come up. Here's your coffee; cream or sugar?

- No thanks, black is fine. Ummm, this really smells 
heavenly, hazelnut?

- Yeah, Bill likes the flavor. I'm more conventional and 
like a plain Guatemala varietal. So how tell me, how was 
the opening?

- Really unbelievable. I talked to one of the women on 
the Board who told me that they wanted to keep it 
intimate. Only a 100 tickets were sold which I guess is 
a small gathering for something like this. I can imagine 
that the firm is out a pretty penny for this one, they 
bought six tickets. I saw both the Smiths and the Cabots 
who had the other two pair. Of course the mayor was 
there along with his latest girlfriend. I know how he 
sees her, I just don't know what he sees in her. She's a 
total airhead with pneumatic breasts to match. It's a 
wonder that she doesn't just float away. Anyway, the doc 
who did her boob job ought to use her picture in his 
advertising. She was magnificent in this black gown if 
you like that look, and it appeared that a lot of the 
men did. The shoulder straps kept slipping off showing a 
little more skin than I'd like to see but it didn't seem 
to bother her too much.

- She really is a trip. We were at a reception for the 
city council six weeks ago and she didn't look at anyone 
except the mayor. It's that look of fawning adoration 
that turns my stomach. His honor doesn't look any the 
worse for wear. I'd rather imagine that he gets quite a 
workout each night.

- Hah, I'm sure that she does too, but whether it's from 
the mayor I'm not sure. Anyway, we got to the museum 
about fifteen minutes after the reception started. It 
was a late crowd as is usual for these events, I think 
we were about the fifteenth couple to arrive. Jack went 
to get a couple of glasses of champagne and I started to 
wander around looking at the paintings and collages. 
Most of them I could do without; his work just isn't my 
style. I think that Barnes is too derivative, but that's 
just my opinion. Anyway, I came to this one picture in a 
series. It was simply riveting, a woman reclining in bed 
dressed in a tuxedo, black tie and all. Her blond hair 
was cut short, slicked back and parted so it looked like 
a man's cut. Her hands were stretched above her head and 
tied to the bead post with a rather, in my opinion, 
garish looking tie...

- Into such games are you?

- Of course not! What makes you say that? Oh, excuse me 
I see by the tie you're wearing that you must be Mr. 
Barnes.

- The very same, and whom do I have the pleasure of 
talking with?

- Joan Rodgers.

- Would that be Mrs. or Miss?

- Neither, it's Ms. and I'm happily married.

- Pity, I always pick out the unobtainable ones at these 
receptions.

- I'm sure you're luck will change, there's bound to be 
some women here who enjoy this kind of thing. The 
woman's eyes in this painting they're both filled with 
anticipation and fright at the same time.

- Yeah, well that's Brett for you. She's really quite a 
chameleon, eyes full of expression changing color at a 
whim.

- Jake, here's your champagne.

- Thanks love. Brett, this is Ms. Joan Rodgers, 
apparently she's quite smitten by your portrait. I'm 
going to move on and mix with the other patrons like a 
good artist should if he wants to sell some paintings. 
You two enjoy each other's company.

- Don't leave without me this time Jake! Damn it, he's 
probably going to do it again! I'm sorry, hi.

- Hello, does he always act this way?

- No, only at openings. I guess it's the artist 
mentality; all these people here to fawn over him. He 
kind of goes off the deep end. Was he trying to hit on 
you?

- Yeah, he mentioned something about the picture and 
whether it was my thing. Do you always cross dress?

- No, just for museum openings or when Jake needs a 
'man' for one of his paintings.

- You mean that most of the paintings in this series are 
of you?

- Yeah, they're all me. Sometimes the hair is a 
different color, sometimes I've got a mustache or a 
goatee, but it's me in the paintings. I've always been 
slender and with small boobs and all, men's clothes fit 
me pretty well. I'm his muse or so that's what he tells 
me; though I rather imagine that it' s some of these 
other women who put a spark in him more than I.

- You two live together?

- In a manner of speaking. I've got my own section of 
the house with a separate entrance; there's nothing 
physical between us, I'm into celibacy this year. I've 
got this weird cycle when it comes to sex: one year het, 
one year same, one year chaste as a nun. It really 
heightens the senses. I started this when I was eighteen 
and I'm finishing my third full cycle. I usually do OK 
during the year. December's the really tough month with 
Christmas and everything, but New Year's eve is 
unbelievable, all that pent up energy to be released. 
One year, it was the beginning of a same sex year; this 
girl and I didn't leave the house for four days. It was 
unbelievably intense. It's also fun having three sets of 
clothes to wear. It's pretty rare for me to dress like 
this during a no-sex year. Usually, its clothes more 
virginal in nature.

- No nun's habits I presume?

- That's rich! No, lots of white dresses; sometimes it's 
fun to get dressed up like a schoolgirl, you know a 
white blouse and plaid jumper, knee high socks.

- It's been a while since I was a schoolgirl. I'm not 
even sure what they're wearing these days.

- I think it's mostly jeans, shorts in warmer weather. 
Of course if you're in a Catholic school it's another 
story.

- Wouldn't know, didn't do that trip, wrong religion.

- I didn't either though the religion was right, 
strictly a public school girl...

- God Joan, that's some way to start off the evening. 
Good thing it wasn't her lez year, you would have been 
hit on twice from both sides of the plate.

- Yeah that's an interesting thought, also a nice 
baseball analogy given how the Sox are doing this year. 
Anyway, she was quite striking, but it was the eyes that 
were intriguing. Even though she was in drag, I guess 
that's the right term, she had her eyes made up in 
manner that made them look more luminous to draw 
attention to what you should really be looking at. She 
really must be a natural blonde because her eyes were 
this pale shade of green, quite lovely; I've never seen 
anyone with dark hair and green eyes. Anyway, Jack 
finally made it over with the champagne and I introduced 
him to Brett. It was funny to see his reaction; he had 
approached us from Brett's rear, all he could see was a 
'man' standing slouched against the pillar engaged in 
conversation with me. I simply introduced Brett as 
Barnes's companion for the evening. I thought that going 
any deeper about her would completely be lost on him. I 
don't think he really wanted to be there last night but 
was doing me a favor, given my interest in art.

- It's funny how they expect us to be instantly excited 
when they come home and announce that they have a couple 
of tickets for Fenway later on in the week, yet when we 
want to go to a museum or a film you get that disdainful 
look in return.

- Actually Marie, Jack is a pretty good sport about 
these kinds of things.

I think deep down he is thrilled to be married to a 
woman who actually likes baseball and knows Pedro from 
Tino Martinez. He's really happy to indulge my whims 
most of the time. I just think he had is heart set on 
sailing this weekend and the combination of work and the 
weather got him down. Anyway, the three of us had a 
rather nice conversation about modeling. It turns out 
that Brett does high fashion stuff on occasion. She's 
semi-retired now. She met Jake a couple of years ago in 
Milan when she was doing some runway work during the 
spring shows. Jake was there hanging out with a photog 
friend of his trying to sleep with as many models as he 
could. Of course it was Brett's year for men from what 
she told me, so she was receptive to his advances. She 
moved in with him shortly thereafter. Jack could tell 
that we here involved in some heavy chick talk, he also 
saw that the mayor was trying to break free of the group 
he was in. Jack excused himself and managed to extricate 
the mayor from a conversation that was almost turning 
nasty something about some road development project.

- Brett, you'll have to excuse Jack, he always gets a 
little uncomfortable with girl-talk. He's an only son 
and had three sisters. His father usually worked late at 
the office so the four kids had their dinner by 
themselves you can imagine what the conversation was 
like. So answer the real important question, what was 
Jake's reaction when you told him of the annual change 
in your sexual cycle?

- He laughed! 'You can't be serious,' I think were his 
exact words. I told him that I was indeed serious and 
that we had only a couple of months left in the year. 
Well, we had sex in more unusual places during those two 
months than I ever had before. It was probably the same 
for him. Anyway, the approaching Christmas season only 
inflamed our passion. He was inexhaustible, realizing 
that come the new year, I wasn't going to be available. 
That's when he asked me to move in for the long term. He 
even asked me to marry him. I declined. I told him that 
was a commitment I wasn't quite ready for, I had to 
finish out this three-year cycle. Maybe in couple of 
years; let's give this some time and see if we still 
feel the same about each other. I think the fact that I 
told him that I wasn't going to be sleeping with any men 
during this period comforted him. Anyway, that December 
31 was the most wonderful day that I have ever spent in 
the company of a man in my life. I thought that he would 
wake me early in the morning so we could make love as 
many times a possible but that wasn't the case. He rose, 
early as always, and came in about 9:30 with a breakfast 
tray. We had fucked like bunnies the previous night so I 
was ravenous and made quick business of breakfast. He 
rolled me over on my stomach and started giving me a 
deep massage. He has this wonderful citrus-scented oil 
that perfumes the air so wonderfully. Of course his 
hands began to stray. He started up at my shoulders, 
each downward stroke went a little lower until he slid 
his slick hand almost into the crevice of my ass. Each 
pass brought his hand a little further into that valley 
and closer to my cooze. By this time my own massage oil 
was oozing out. My legs were slightly spread and I 
couldn't control the seepage any longer. My oil coated 
his hand as it passed over my nether lips. At this point 
he lost all interest in the massage and I must say that 
despite how wonderful it made me feel, I lost all 
interest as well. He put his hands on my hips, signaling 
me to turn over onto my back. Assisted by a couple of 
drops of oil, his fingers brought my nipples to full 
erection. Slipping a pillow under my ass, he began 
kissing my neck giving the skin quick little licks after 
the brief suction of the kiss; it was all I could do to 
remain passive. Each time I tried to return his advance 
he would shake his head no. He moved south, lingering 
briefly at my already inflamed breasts, sucking each 
nipple into his mouth in turn where he would flick it 
against his teeth, first lightly, then with a little 
more vigor. This was getting to be too much. I tried to 
rise up and kiss him in return but he only pushed me 
back down shaking his head no as though I had been a 
naughty girl. Well, I was certainly prepared to be a 
naughty girl in more ways than one! He slid further 
down, moving from my breasts to my navel, and further to 
the first tendrils of hair that framed my puss. I began 
to shiver with the anticipation of where his tongue was 
headed, small moans, uncontrollably directed by the 
nerve ends that were being tantalized by his tongue, 
emerged from my mouth. It wasn't long before his tongue 
parted those two coral nether lips and began to lick up 
the nectar that was coating the entrance to my honey 
pot. He take a quick swipe upwards lingering briefly at 
my inflamed clit. With each pass he stayed a little 
longer at my love nubbin, stroking it with increased the 
pressure. Well, this was way too much for me to handle. 
A huge moan that began at the junction of his tongue and 
my skin traveled up my body and out my mouth while at 
the same time quick sharp contractions started to suck 
his tongue deep into my tender trap. I can't tell you 
how delicious this was, time seemed suspended at least 
until my body stopped shaking. I lay back against the 
pillow like a limp rag doll until a semblance of 
strength returned to my body. I sat up and took his 
cock, which seemed to be bigger than I remembered it. I 
moved down to take it in my mouth, giving back the love 
that had just been tendered to me. I was surprised when 
he pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me slipping 
his member easily into my channel. I was puzzled but 
have never been one to willingly turn down a good stiff 
cock, particularly when it is already in me. His hips 
and mine quickly found the magical rhythm. He surprised 
me once again by flipping us over so that I was on top. 
I made a quick adjustment so that my clit was exposed to 
the shaft of his cock, and pressed down ever further to 
build up friction. I started pinching my pussy muscles 
around his prick trying with each stroke to draw the 
love fluid out. I was getting closer to my second orgasm 
and told him that I couldn't last much longer. His prick 
began to swell and he nodded that he was ready as well. 
Well, we both hit at exactly the same time, come mixing 
with come in the juicy mixing bowl that was my own. I 
flopped down so that my mouth was next to his ear. I 
whispered to him that I had never had such a big come 
before. He hoped that I would remember this in two years 
and I told him that I didn't think it would be possible 
to forget.

- God, if that was me I would have renounced any and all 
vows right then and there!

- Don't think the thought didn't cross my mind! Any way 
we dozed off, interlocked in each other's arms. He woke 
me about 3 pm, telling me that he had just drawn my 
bath. I was pampered beyond belief the rest of the day. 
We had a wonderful dinner, rack of lamb with a chocolate 
truffle cake for desert. I told him that I would be 
pleased to stay on at his house but that I needed the 
freedom to come and go as I needed, no questions asked. 
He agreed to that and I said that in return over the 
next two years, or until he tired of me I would be his 
housemate on a platonic level. He said that there was 
one minor condition that he hoped wouldn't be 
objectionable, would I be willing to model for him? Of 
course I responded, I would be pleased to do so. That's 
what led to this series of pictures. There are a lot of 
photographs as well. He hasn't shown them yet, but I 
think there is a gallery in New York that's interested 
in an exhibition.

- I hope that this isn't prying, you don't have to 
answer it if you don't want to. How in the heck do you 
deal with his sexual needs, knowing that you're not the 
one who will fulfill them?

- I guess I'm accepting of this on a certain level. I 
know that he is sexually driven, you can see it in his 
work. I think that the two years of abstinence from one 
another will do one of two things. It will either make 
our love so strong that it can never be broken or after 
he fucks me on January 1st, he'll say it just wasn't 
worth the wait. I hope it's the first scenario that 
plays out.

- I hope so too! I noticed that the paintings in this 
series all have this same tie.

- Yeah, it was a present for him that I picked up in 
Milan shortly after our last night together. I was doing 
some fall shows and picked up the tie from Armani's show 
room. He thought it would be fun to use it as a prop. He 
also wears it to all the openings.

- Excuse me Joan.

- Oh, hello Tammi. Tammi, this is Brett, she's here with 
Jake Barnes tonight. Brett, this is Tammi Johnson, she's 
here with the mayor this evening.

- Oh hello. Your husband told me to come and see if you 
were free; he has some people that he would like you to 
meet.

- Go ahead Joan, it was nice talking to you. Perhaps 
I'll run into you a little later this evening.

- See you later Brett, I enjoyed the chat...

- God Joan, had I known that something like that was 
going to happen I would have canceled the silly dinner 
last night and gone to the opening! That's an amazing 
story! What I can't understand is how a woman like that 
can remain celibate for an entire year. It's one thing 
if you've never been fucked but this sounds too weird. 
She has gone both ways, seemingly with great fervor, and 
now reaffirms her virginity. Unbelievable!

- Well if you think that part is unbelievable, wait 
'till you hear the end of the story. The evening wasn't 
over by a long shot.

- There's more?

- Yes, the desert is yet to come. Can I have another cup 
of coffee? I need a little more caffeine to get through 
this part.

- Certainly, let me give you some of mine instead of the 
hazelnut stuff. It 's a little stronger.

- Thanks. Anyway, I went over to find Jack and make the 
rounds with him. I would like these affairs a heck of a 
lot better if everyone wasn't trying to mix business in 
somehow. I guess it's part of the price we have to pay. 
We ended up making small talk with the Smiths and Cabots 
for a while. I really can't stand Elizabeth Cabot. All 
she ever wants to talk about is that daughter of hers. 
You would think that this is the only child in the whole 
city of Boston. After about five minutes of what seemed 
to be an interminable conversation I excused myself to 
attend to some feminine business. An excellent time to 
change a tampon! For once I felt relieved to have my 
period. I was on my way to the ladies room...

- Hey Joan, there's something I really need to show you.

- Can it wait for about two minutes Brett, I need to go 
to the ladies room.

- No problem, I'll come along. I'd really like to thank 
you for introducing me to Tammi, she's just what Jake 
needs tonight!

- What do you mean? It was just chance that she happened 
over during our conversation.

- No matter, Jake has taken quite a fancy to her. He 
came right over after you left. It turns out that he has 
this thing right now for women with big tits. It 
especially drives him wild when he's on a rush like 
tonight. The excitement of an opening usually gives him 
an incredible hard on. I'm in no position to help 
alleviate the problem. Come along with me and I'll show 
you!

- Show me what?

- You'll see soon enough but you've got to be really 
quiet because we're going to peek in. This is the back 
entrance to the storage room where they keep some of the 
stuff from the permanent collection that's not on 
display. I figured that something like this was going to 
happen tonight and that this was the logical place. Sure 
enough, I was right. Be careful with the first step 
down, it's a half step. After that it's clear. Follow 
me, we can look between those two crates over there and 
see everything.

- Oh my God, I can't believe what I'm seeing!

- Pretty interesting isn't it? This is where we get some 
of the ideas for the tie series. He only ties them up if 
they consent, it's a nice soft silk tie and won't leave 
any marks on her wrists. Jake doesn't want to hurt 
anyone! But look what he's doing with the paintbrush. 
Even though it's invisible paint, her nipples seem to be 
turning a deeper shade of red.

- I can't see real well because his back is turned to 
us. Is he doing what I think he's doing with the brush?

- Oh yeah, that one of his favorite tricks. He pumps out 
a little of his come on the brush and starts to draw on 
her. It goes on a little warm and then quickly cools 
when the air hits it. It's really pretty neat especially 
when your arms are hung over your head and you can only 
wiggle to the tickling of the brush and the drying come. 
Watch how he is going to paint her clit. I remember the 
first time he did this to me, he had me begging for his 
cock within two minutes. I think that Tammi may not last 
even that long.

- God you're right, look at that, amazing. She's pumping 
her hips back and forth trying to get the brush.

- Yeah, but he's not going to let her get off that way. 
She's starting to whimper, it should all be over in a 
couple of minutes, though it's going to seem much longer 
to her. He wants to let it build up and then he'll put 
the brush away and use his own paint tube on her.

- She's ready for him! Oh my goodness, he's inside of 
her now!

- We better get back to the reception, Tammi doesn't 
need to know that we're here.

- If I see any more of this, I'll need to replace the 
tampon I just put in.

How can you watch him and not get turned on?

- Oh but I do get turned on. My panties are soaked 
through. I'm going to have to slip in the ladies and 
change them. You may think it's a bit weird, but this is 
part of the fun of being celibate. You can let this 
happen with the full realization that you're going to 
have the biggest damn orgasm in the world next January.

- But don't you, you know-

- Masturbate?

- Yeah.

- No, I keep as orgasm free as I can. I usually have 
terribly erotic dreams during the second half of the 
year, but because that's my unconscious working, I don't 
count that as a violation of piety. Well, I'm going to 
duck in and change. If I don't see you again tonight, 
I'd just like to say how much I enjoyed talking to you.

- Same here. I hope everything works out with you and 
Jake.

- I'm sure it will. I think he's probably shot his wad 
for the night. Doesn't look like he'll leave me behind 
this time. Ciao.

- See you...

- Well you can imagine what I did then.

- I can pretty much guess. You rounded up old Jack and 
beat a hasty retreat to your own bedroom.

- Right on all counts. We did get one of the bath towels 
pretty badly stained with blood and come but it should 
wash out OK. Oh my goodness, look at the time. I've got 
to run to the store and pick up some things, I didn't 
get a chance to do any of the shopping yesterday. Are 
you up for some tennis later on today?

- Sounds good to me, how about threeish?

- It's a date.

END

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