A Threesome
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“Why not?”
“You’d need the right people.”
“People you know?”
“No, that would never work. It would be best if you never saw them again.”
“Why?”
“It’s too much afterwards for . . . normal relations.”
“Would it be spontaneous or planned?”
“Planned to seem spontaneous. Like, cancer. Everybody knows what’s going to happen, but nobody says anything about it. You’d have them over for drinks and chat and…you know.”
“How would you start?”
“Maybe someone would go off to the bathroom and the other one would put his drink down and kiss you.”
“Would you ever make the first move?”
“It would be easier if I didn’t have to. Like, that relieves you of wanting it, in a way.”
“How bad do you want it?”
“Sometimes, very badly. But it’s a passing thing. I don’t sit around and think about it all the time.
“What about it turns you on?”
“The surrender. Every part of you filled—filled with not only your own but others’ pleasure at the same time.”
“Sounds like a beautiful feeling.”
“It sure is pretty to think so.”
“What does that surrender look like?”
[giggles] “Bent over, on your knees, a different cock for every hole, maybe one in each hand, too—use your imagination.”
“How would it end?”
“With everyone satisfied.”
“Where would you want them to come?”
“It varies. Sometimes on my face or back, but…ideally, inside.
“Really?”
[nods] “Happy and full.”
“What about after? The clean-up?”
“Maybe make sure you have plenty of towels and what not.”
“Would you be able to find the ‘right’ people—clean, attractive, and willing to pump themselves in one after another?”
“No, that’s why it’s ideally.”
“And if you wanted to do it again?”
“Then you’d have to find other people.”
“That seems like an awful lot of work.”
“Well, it should be.”
“Why?”
[sighs] “Some things should remain in the realm of fantasy.”
“Am I included in this fantasy?”
“Sometimes, but I always feel like that’s unfair.”
“To me?”
“And to me. I’d be so concerned with you the whole time. Having to see me like that and everything.”
“What if I would like to watch?”
“You wouldn’t. Not really. Even though you think you would. We’re not wired for that, phsychologically-speaking.”
“Maybe you’re not, but that doesn’t mean other people aren’t wired differently.”
“I’m afraid that deep down, we’re all the same.”
“I am not like you.”
[giggles] “If you didn’t think we were alike, would you have asked?”
“Maybe I’ve had too much to drink.”
“I’ll call a car.”
“What’s happened to our waiter?”