Author -- Handyman Blues
A Reluctant Threesome
(As I was doing some carpentry work by putting in a wall bookcase, I came across a completed manuscript about a true erotic story. This story involved a desperate woman wanting to get her best friend to join in with her and her husband to try and spice up their marriage. The best friend is understandably hesitant. This threesome is supposed to take place only one time, but what if the bored husband wants to keep it going, and going, and going?)
(The story revolves around Sophia, a hot looking black girl, who is asked by Jenny, her white girlfriend to help spice up a boring marriage. Jenny thinks that by having a sexual threesome one night might spark things up and keep her marriage to Tony intact. Tony has complained about becoming bored sexually, and Jenny believes that a one time threesome might get Tony interested in sex again. Sophia is adamantly opposed to the crazy idea because she is afraid that Tony might want to keep on having the threesome. She is also afraid that Tony might love the threesome so much that he will no longer want to remain married to Jenny. In the end, there is only one way to find out, although crazy schemes like this do tend to backfire. Sophia, the black girlfriend, tells the story)
When Jenny first approached me with the idea of a threesome, I thought it was crazy and immoral. After all, Tony was her man, and from all accounts, their relationship had been really blossoming.
What looks good on the surface, however, isn't always percolating so nicely underneath the sheets. I say that because Jenny was now suddenly whining about her man Tony hinting that sex was becoming routine and mundane.
Mundane? I didn't want to seem stupid, so I had to put my best friend on hold while I hustled to my bookshelf to look the word up in a dictionary. When I came back to the phone and pretended I had been in the can, I told her that 'boring' sex is not necessarily bad sex, and that couples who had been together a long time, or who got married, often experienced a lack of sizzle in the bedroom, or at least that's what the so called experts always claimed.
My mentioning the word marriage seemed to get Jenny's knickers all in a knot, and she was suddenly defensive, saying her main squeeze Tony would have probably popped the question long ago if it weren't for young big breasted tramps waving their succulent black asses under his nose.
Her use of the word 'black' intrigued me. Both she and Tony were white. And as a black girl, I found it strange that she would not think her reference to "loose and sluttish black women" would offend me. Not that I was loose or sluttish by any stretch of the imagination.
Jenny sought to explain her man's point of view over the color of a lady's skin. "It's just that Tony has confessed to me a curiosity about what it might be like to sleep with a black girl. He also said he had a long time fetish about experimenting with having sex with two women at once."
I now kind of understood the crazy concept and wildly insane idea that was running through my white best friend's silly mind. She thought that if she could give her man what he fantasized about, and that was a black girl and a threesome, that he would get the fantasy out of his mind and system for good, and then be totally devoted to her. Immediately I sought to advise her against such a crazy scheme, because as all of us crazy women know, such crazy and desperate schemes rarely achieve the hoped for results.
"I think you're barking up the wrong bush with this stupid idea," I warned. "There are no guarantees that allowing him to hump two women at once, with one of them being black, will, as you say, get those two professed fantasies out of his head. If anything, he might actually end up enjoying it and then want to do it all the while. If that happens, you will have opened up a can of worms that you might never be able to close again. Letting your man engage in kinky sex is like letting a wild pig wallow next to a mud field. Once you let that pig get covered in mud, you'll never get them to stay clean again."
"A crude comparison at best," Jenny snapped back, sounding testy and impatient.
"There is no way I am going to hop into a bed with you and your soon to be fiancé," I insisted. "Or at least you want so very desperately for him to be your fiancé. Do you really think he's ever going to give you a ring if you start tossing other women into the bed alongside of you?"
I could hear her sighing in anguish over the other end of the phone. Then she began to elaborate on her faulty reasoning. "Look, you're my best friend and I trust you. I know you're not going to try and steal Tony from me. Plus you're black, so getting you to be the third sex partner in the sack would negate the need for me to have a threesome with all three of us white, then another time with him humping a black chick. And I know that once Tony has his stupid fantasies fulfilled, he'll realize it was all so childish and he will simply stick with me."
I paused for a moment, knowing that I needed to be a part of her scheme as much as I needed to have a hole in the head. "Look," I advised. "First of all, if he's looking for sex with a black chick then it may turn out that he might end up liking black chicks more."
"I should think that's highly unlikely, Sophia," she said.
"You don't think us black women are addictive?" I asked, wanting to scare her into coming to her damn senses. "Guys are sex fiends. You may have a much prettier face than me, and you may have a wicked hour glass figure, but my breasts are much bigger and I have an onion ass. And Tony, after all, is only human."
"What's an onion ass, Sophia?"
"It is so sexy that it makes men cry," I answered.
She began to snicker. "I am a really hot babe and we both know it. Tony is not going to end up falling for another woman, least of all you, even if you do have an onion ass. No offense."
"None taken."
"Although I'll admit you have a very nice set of boobs in addition to that world class ass of yours, but you're black."
"By the sound of that you're insinuating that having dark skin is some kind of handicap?" I asked, trying not to sound agitated.
"I didn't mean it like that, Sophia, and you know it."
"How did you mean it then? As in Tony is a white guy who might like sticking his cock in between my monster breasts but not taking those same black boobies home to meet his mother?"
"Something like that."
Now it was my turn to shake my head back and forth unseen. "I think you're underestimating the power of a guy's untapped fantasies. Some genies are best left in the bottle."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, my white skinned friend, that you are playing with fire and you are going to get seriously burned if you think your man will settle for just one kick at the proverbial taboo sex life. Either he will become enthralled at being in a threesome and want to do it again, or else he will become addicted to a big black booty and want a lot more of it."
"That's not how I see it. He is totally absorbed by my face, my body, my sparkling personality and my sexy ways. He only needs to get the damn fantasies out of his system and then I can push him towards the altar," Jenny said naively, adding, "and that's even if I have to toss an ultimatum his way."
"Tell me the truth," I asked. "This was not really your idea, was it? And you've already raised the subject of marriage plenty of times haven't you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what the hell I'm talking about. Probably the last time you asked him if he might like to finally get married, he told you he had some wild fantasies stuck in his mind that he would like to fulfill first. And so that gave you the subtle hint that if you let him indulge just this once, that it would pave the way for him asking you to marry him at long fucking last."
