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Coupling Night had arrived. Kat had been busy all day with phone calls from clients wanting to know if the event was still clothing-optional and if there were any limitations on how they interacted. To their amazement, she told them that once they entered the building, they could wear as much or little as they pleased and fuck all night if they wanted to. I saw her roll her eyes a few times as she hung up after those calls. I knew she could only picture old fat people rolling on top of one another. She lacked the empathy to realize what that could mean to those seniors. She told me one man had called and wanted to know what time he should take his Viagra. I heard her say, “How the fuck do I know? Call your doctor!” I had to have a word with her after that one.

Aside from that, Dagger had outdone himself with the interior decorating. It was a Greco-Roman motif, and everyone would be provided with a satin robe edged in gold filigree braid. The pool area was the Coliseum, with a train of Tantra chairs banking the edge and a small set of viewing stands near the door. Members would be encouraged to rest in the stands and watch the others for new ideas and pure, old-fashioned voyeurism.

Lilly pads holding lighted votive candles drifted across the surface of the pool, and he had somehow managed to project the image of scudding clouds across its bottom. It would feel like looking at the world upside down.

Dagger had purchased a variety of floating mats and carefully cut openings in them where a man’s penis would dangle through or a pussy could be fingered from beneath. He knew these would be popular among those who were less athletic as the buoyancy would make up for the lack of strength. Music was invisibly piped into the area, and the sound of lutes and harps prevailed. Live actors were hired to still-pose, naked but covered with gold paint. They would be golden statues with tiny fountains emanating from their privates. Dagger was really proud of those, but I confess it just made me have to pee.

The canopied roof of the area was rigged with tree branches from which birds sang and monkeys swung from limb to limb. Flamingos and peacocks grazed between the water’s edge and the Tantra chairs. There was no detail too small for him to have overlooked. It was truly a fantasy world set for fantasies to come true.

I was wearing my nude-color leotard, as planned. Dagger, however, was fully naked and splendid in his own display of male genitalia. I could see the looks of envy from the women as they entered the arena, clutching their gold-edged robes around their most self-conscious spots.

As each couple entered, the men were given a golden-wrapped box, tied with a golden tassel. They were asked not to open the box until instructed to do so. They acquiesced, because the excitement in the air was so overwhelming that they all wanted to experience the event to the maximum.

When the couples were positioned around the arena, Dagger took my hand and led me to the front. He raised both hands simultaneously and then clapped. The double doors opened, and in came four women, their naked bodies painted gold. They were bearing a litter on which sat a man. His body was also gold, except for his penis, which was close to the size of what I’d seen on horses and painted with concentric red and white circles. He stood proudly, holding it outward for everyone to see. Imagining it in my throat, I almost choked, and I know I blushed.

As the litter left the room, Dagger instructed the men to open their individual gold boxes and remove the bottle of oil and the tool that looked like a long chopstick with a wooden ball on the end. He explained that they should oil the tool thoroughly and then carefully insert it into the vagina of their mate, marking how far it would go in until it hit the cervix. The men, already hard and wanting to begin, complied immediately, pulling their women’s pelvises toward them as they sat cross-legged on the floor. When each woman had been measured, Dagger told the men to compare the depth with the length of their own, erect penis. “For those who meet or exceed the depth, you will know how to perform, and for those who fall somewhat short of it, you will know how to adjust and to use different methods and locations to bring your woman to fulfillment. Those you learned in class.”

I had to admit. Dagger was certainly turning me on. When he inserted the tool into me, we both knew that he well exceeded the depth, so he moved it around a bit and then rolled it over my clit through the cloth.

“Dagger.”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“I know we agreed, but please open me up. I want to feel you.”

“Are you very sure? Because others will see.”

“They aren’t looking at us, silly. They’re looking at what is right before their own eyes.”

Dagger stood and returned a moment later, a golden dagger in his hand. With the expertise of a skilled tailor and the gentleness of a surgeon, he carefully slit the fabric of my leotard so as to open it down the center from my belly button to my anus. I cannot explain how erotic such a sight was for me.

Dagger started the group with foot massages using oiled hands, and then the women lay face down in their mates’ laps, their mouths opened as they sucked them hard and erect. They then rubbed the men furiously with their oiled hands until they were ready to ejaculate. That’s when they drew back and opened their legs, each woman pulling her partner gently toward her and inserting his length inside herself. She then “walked” her hips forward and wrapped her legs around her man. This movement caused his balls to flatten against her labia lips. The intense stimulation had begun.

Dagger was careful to time each session so that maximum stimulation was reached without climax. There was a moan of disappointment as he called for withdrawal.

The golden boxes were opened again, and this time he had them remove another tool that was shaped like a penis on one end and a soft tube on the other. These were two-person vibrators to be inserted between the partners so that each got their genitalia stimulated. When Dagger parted my lips and inserted the toy, it felt foreign and I shook my head. “No, I want to feel you,” I pleaded. He nodded, lifted my legs until they were wrapped behind his neck, and entered me. The entire length of him could not fit, so he angled in from side to side, leaving every inch of my quivering internal flesh stimulated and ready to burst. I was close to letting go when a peacock came up beside us, spreading his tail feathers to create a magnificent fan of privacy. I raised my hips and met Dagger, making his back arch as his own climax arrived. We orgasmed at the same time, regretting when we had to break apart.

My part in Coupling Night was over, but Dagger remained to walk the men through the inversion positions that would allow them to penetrate vertically. Later, he joined me in his apartment, where we repeated the same movements we’d enjoyed by the pool—except this time, I was completely naked.

We finally emerged from his room near dawn, and the building was still filled with copulating seniors. I only hoped we’d still be in such good shape when we reached that age.

Dagger read my mind and nodded. “We will,” he said.