Two to Get Laid and One to Watch – And Give Orders
I’d like to thank the lovely authors of When One is Not Enough for having me on their fabulously naughty site. It’s my first time here to talk about three in a bed …er, well in this case that would be three in a veggie bed. But never mind the veggie aspect and my digressing into the world of garden porn, it’s the magic of three that I’m here to talk about.
By their very nature I think threesomes have an element of voyeurism in them, and that’s always been a part of their appeal to me from the standpoint of an erotic writer. There’s something about the inclusion of a third party that makes the whole act not only more voyeuristic, but also more exhibitionist, and there’s a wonderful fluid dance that goes on between the watcher and the participants with each person playing, to some extent, both roles, and with each participant experiencing at least a part of the action once-removed. The yummy thing about experiencing the action once-removed is that absolutely everything going on between the participants is up for interpretation, and the interpretation can be as hot as the watcher’s imagination is able to make it.
To me, interpretation is one of the hottest parts of sex. Interpretation is finessing sex. When a third party is involved, suddenly the world of sexual pleasure is expanded to far larger than life, encompassing far more than the anatomical shoving of bits into slots and doing the deed. If the devil is in the detail, then for sex, at least some of the total melt-down comes from interpretation, and through observation, allowing emotions and physical responses to speak that outrageously sexy language of ‘Once--Removed.’
In addition to a chance to watch that doesn’t exist with just two people having sex, when a third party is invited to join in the intimacy, a break-down occurs in the normal barriers that surround and isolate lovers from everyone else. The dynamic changes along with the possibilities.
Being a bit of a voyeur myself, I’ve always liked the idea of a threesome in which one of the members watches, gives orders, and controls what’s happening with the other two lovers while he or she masturbates. I know, it’s not a proper threesome, but then why not? Especially if the one in charge is the one calling all the shots, especially if the threesome exists purely for his pleasure, which is what happens in my novella, Surrogates. In Surrogates, I also wanted to play with the boundaries of what’s considered cheating, and the strange, slightly lop-sided, threesome seemed to be the perfect way to do it.
Dan Alexander has a strange neurosis about being faithful to his wife even when he has a mistress – of sorts. In Dan’s mind, it doesn’t really count as cheating as long as he never actually touches his sexy gardener, Francie Carter. He just watches her masturbate, and lets her watch him, all the while promising that when he gets the nerve, he’ll ask his wife for a divorce so they can be together.
But Dan is an understanding sort of guy, and while he still does his husbandly duty with his wife, Bel, when she asks, poor Francie has no one who can fill the void (pun intended). Enter Simon Paris, Dan’s old friend from university, a hot bloke who owns his own landscaping business, and Dan suddenly has a plan. He convinces Simon to be his surrogate, pleasuring Francie as Dan would if he weren’t being faithful to his wife. He is to do this while Dan watches and masturbates and calls the shots.
This is where the other great aspect of writing a threesome comes into play. IS two company and three a crowd? Or is too much of a good thing even better? What’s so intriguing about a threesome, even, or maybe especially, a lopsided one like the one in Surrogates , is what happens to three people who have gotten naked and done the dirty together when their emotions catch up with their libidos and their hearts catch up with their hormones? For writers of threesomes, that’s where the real fun begins, and I think that’s probably just as true for people who like to read ménage as well.
DANIEL ALEXANDER III takes his marriage vows seriously. Until he gets the balls to ask his wife, BEL, for a divorce, watching each other masturbate is all he can offer his beautiful gardener, FRANCIE CARTER. But when Dan’s friend, SIMON PARIS, agrees to be his surrogate, affairs of the heart get complicated.
Dan wasn’t listening. ‘Francie, darling, I know how hard it is for you, with us not able to really be with each other. I promise that’ll end soon, and we can be together properly. But in the meantime, it’s not right me having Bel and you having no one. So I’ve come up with a solution for us. Simon will be my surrogate.’
‘What?’ Francie had pushed herself back against the sink as far as she could. Her heart raced in her throat and her face felt like it would burst into flame. ‘You want me to … You want us to …’ She nodded to Simon, then she glared up at him. ‘Is this why you’re here?’
But before Simon could do more than make a couple of fish gasps, Dan ploughed on. ‘Oh don’t you see, darling, it’s so perfect. If I can’t be with you, if I can’t give you what I know you so desperately need, then who better to help us both out that my dearest, most trusted friend, Simon.’
‘He’s a landscaper. He’s hired help just like I am.’ She sounded a lot more hysterical than she meant to. What she wanted to sound was outraged. What she wanted to sound was incensed.
‘No, sweetheart, no. Simon and I are old friends. We went to uni together. We spent a wild summer in Italy together. Darling, I’d trust Simon with my life.’ He shot Simon a meaningful glance, then his gaze came to rest on her. ‘I’d trust him with the person in my life I value most, the one I most want to make happy.’ He caught his breath, and his face softened. ‘Please, darling. This is a gift, something I can do for you. You can pretend he’s me. I can make love to you through Simon, and you, anything you’ve wanted to do to me you can do to him.’
‘Anything?’ She spoke around her racing heart, which felt like it would jump right out of her mouth.
‘Yes, anything, darling. Anything.’
‘Good.’ Before she had time to consider what she was doing, she slapped Simon, hard, hard enough that he recoiled. Both men gasped, and her hand stung like fire. But she ignored the pain, squared her shoulders and looked Simon right in his now watering grey eyes. ‘Then you can give him that for me.’
To her total surprise, Simon did exactly as she said. He walked over to Dan and slapped him, slapped him hard enough to knock Dan up against the staging table, slapped him hard enough to draw blood where a tooth cut his lip.
The electric silence that followed was interrupted only by the heavy breathing of all three. The two men glared at each other for a moment, sizing one another up. Trembling all over, Francie grabbed the edge of the sink for support, just as Simon turned his back on Dan and came to stand in front of her. He stood so close his breath ruffled the hair that had come loose from the clasp she wore it up in, so close that the rise and fall of his chest beneath his T-shirt was impossible to ignore, so close the heat rising from his body felt magnetic.
‘Does that about sum it up?’ He asked.
For a second, she thought she might cry. But instead, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She kissed him as hard as she had slapped him, like she wanted to eat him up, like she wanted to crawl up inside his warmth. And he kissed her back. Jesus, how he kissed her back! He kissed and nipped the hollow of her throat around to the sensitive place below her ear, then he whispered in between efforts to breathe. ‘If you want me to stop, tell me now before it’s too late.’
‘Don’t you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare,’ she gasped over and over again, guiding his hand to the knot tied below her right breast that held her wrap-around dress closed.
He yanked it hard, then he shoved and pushed until the dress slid from her shoulders and pooled on the floor around her gardening clogs. Somewhere in the periphery of her mind she heard Dan’s fly unzip, a sound she’d grown used to over the past few months, a sound that constantly taunted her with everything she could see yet never touch.
But there were other things to focus on today. Simon kissed his way down her sternum and cupped her breasts, cupped them and kneaded them until her nipples strained against the callouses of his stroking fingers. Then his mouth took over. What her breasts lacked in size, they made up for in sensitivity, and her whole body thrummed as he suckled and bit, nibbled and licked.
About K D GraceK D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop, and her newly released paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011.
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