Dorothy and I have spent the start of our girls evening cooking a fresh meal together. We made coconut marinated chicken with a pommegrenate salad and volcano rice. Delicious happy food, fit for the regal women we are. Our all-women dinner, as usual, revolved around sex, relationships, and desire.

“Darling, how long have you been together with Wim now?” Dorothy asks me a little too matter of factly.

“Oh I believe we’ve been together now for 5 years now.” My brain is frantically trying to remember which year it was when we started dating. Was it 2011 or 2012… surely not 2013?

“And you still want to make love to him?” Dorothy asks, “Wouldn’t you welcome somebody else to do so?”

“Oh…” her question has caught me off guard. There are many issues entwined in such few words: sex, monogamy and infidelity. “Of course I still love being intimate with my man. That’s what I find so wonderful about our relationship: the infinite amount of passion we share.”

“Yes, but what about lust and desire?” Dorothy wonders.

“But that’s just it. I do still lust for him. I desire him and am desired by him in return. I want him.” I am happy to share this. “It’s so liberating to have the freedom to have regular intercourse. It’s one of the basic needs, you know.”

“Yes, but it’s much more than that.” Dorothy continues. “It’s also an expression of who you are and what you want, from life and in the bedroom.”

 

“Yes, but the freedom to express this.” I emphasise. “I’ve heard from my man, and others, that they had the misconception that women don’t desire.”

“Really?” Dorothy looks at me in amazement. “I thought that was nothing but a myth. You know, the woman who never wants sex. That it was part of what she thought was her wifely duty.”

“I know, you just have to talk to your girlfriends to know it’s not true.” I confirm with a wink. “I mean, it takes more than sex to make a woman happy.”

“Yes, pussy power.” Dorothy cheers me on.

“In the old days, like my mother, women derived their power and value from their desirability, not from the activation of their own desire or own will.” I’ve read this somewhere. “But we don’t need men anymore for just pure reproduction. We want them now for connection and pleasure.”

“I hear you, darling.” Dorothy lifts her glass of bubbles to me. “Have you ever had a threesome?”

Her question couldn’t have hit me harder than lightening in broad daylight. I stare at her blankly.

“I would really like to try a threesome.” Dorothy adds on softly.

“Well don’t look at me.” I decide to get that straight immediately. “I’m really not interested.”

“No silly, not with you.” Dorothy giggles.

“Oh… ?” I’m almost feeling rejected and wounded now.

“No, I’d like to try a threesome with two men.” Dorothy precises.

“Where does that idea come from?” I ask her sceptically.

My friend Peter talks about it quite often.” Dorothy explains. “It just sounds so liberating and deliciously exciting. I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately.”

“You’ve been popping too many of my love capsules, that’s what.” I give her a stern look.

“Maybe…” Dorothy doesn’t deny. “But I’d still like to try it.”

“Do you have any idea what you’re up against?” I want to make the reality of her whimsical idea clear to her. “Two men, that’s quite a handful, excuse the pun.”

“I know, I know.” Dorothy gets that dreamy gaze in her eyes. “That’s what I find so appealing about the idea. All these hands on me. And all this attention and desire and lust, multiplied and all exclusively for me. I’ll be the embodiment of a sex goddess at least for one evening.”

“Have you thought practically about it though. How on earth you think you’re body is going to be up to all that action.” I’m being realistic again. “Peter has had slightly more practise at this than you have.”

“What do you mean?” Dorothy is getting defensive. “I’ve got a healthy appetite. Besides, your love capsules will do the rest.”

“Darling, you’ll need more than those love capsules if you’re planning a threesome with two men.” This is just bitter reality.

“Oh do you really think so?” Dorothy asks almost in disbelief.

“Hell yes, you’d better ask Peter for something stronger.” I urge her. “Like some Poppers. I hear those are supposed to do wonders. Never tried myself though.”

“And where am I supposed to get that?” Dorothy looks at me in panic.

The dark net?” I offer. “Come on, a woman as resourceful as you are shouldn’t have a hard time getting your hands on some.”

“Oh okay, good thinking.” Dorothy sighs with relief. “Just wondering where I’m going to find two men for just one evening. What would you do?”

“I’d hire somebody.” I tell her firmly.

“WTF?” Dorothy exclaims. “Like a gigolo?”

“Yes absolutely.” I look at her calmly. “That’s supposing I would actually have that intention. But yes, I would hire somebody.”

“But why?” Dorothy wants to know. “Isn’t that part of the fun? Seducing somebody?”

“Yes, but in my situation, I’m in a long term relationship and I would like to remain in my relationship.” I point out. “I value my partner too much to want to jeopardise what we have together. So if we hire somebody, it is clear that there is no personal connection there. No secret contact after the deed is done. Just a clean one-night deal.”

“Oh really…” Dorothy is eager to hear more.

“And we’d have to have very clear rules about what is acceptable for each partner. What would be considered a hard limit.” I go on. “I’m also thinking that whatever I do, at one point in time, I would have to pay it forward.”

“Meaning?” Dorothy hasn’t caught on yet.

“Well, meaning that one day, my partner might want the same but in reverse.” I say with nonchalance. “So whatever I take, I have to be willing to give back.”

“Wow…” Dorothy utters in admiration. “You’ve really got it all figured out. You’ve really thought out well how to fulfil your dreams and desires.”

“Oh no you don’t!” I’m fast to catch Dorothy in her tracks. “I was talking hypothetically. What I would do if I were you. If I were to plan a threesome, that’s how I think I would go about it. I’m not in the least interested in doing anything of the sort. I’m happy with my love life.”

“Are you sure?” Dorothy is eying me carefully. “You made it sound really interesting and appealing.”

“You know Dorothy, just like there can be too many cooks in a kitchen. I want the intimacy I share with my partner to remain uniquely our own experience.” I inform her.

Dorothy remains quiet as she closes her eyes and seems to be enjoying our healthy food. But somehow, I know better.

 

What do you think? Would you consider having a threesome with your partner? Let me know in the comments below.

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