Written by Dee

Fact
11 Feb 2013


It’s Saturday evening and we’ve just gotten home after an amazing afternoon with the kids at the pool. We all just had to get out of the house and the heat made the pool the perfect place to spend some quality family time. So while the kids do some cleaning up I get started with dinner and Juanita’s on the laptop in the kitchen browsing the site and chatting. We’re having burgers with homemade patties, one of their favourites. Just before six Hennie shows up as arranged with a bottle of rum and a tub of ice-cream for the kids. The boys know him well by now and greet him as usual. Him and my daughter are introduced and after only a few moments of trepidation she decides he’s ok and starts talking his ears off his head. He grabs a seat at the table opposite Juanita and the evening has officially begun.

We all chat over a cup of coffee while I carry on with the burgers. The general topic is of course sex and sexuality as usual just in muted tones with much hinting and obscurity for the kid’s benefit. In between he exchanges a few words with the boys showing genuine interest. Coffee done and it’s time for a drink. SHIT no ice. Simple solution, send the eldest to get some at spar quickly. Off he goes and we carry on. A short while later he returns and drinks are poured. Rum and coke for us and coke for the kids. Everyone is happy now.

The discussion turns to a chat we’d had earlier in the day. Someone had commented how much he had enjoyed our stories, referring to the DP trilogy. During the rather pleasant chat he had directed us to stories which he had published. After the chat we of course went and read his tales. WOW! One in particular had grabbed our attention and as we sat around the kitchen table we now directed Hennie’s attention at this very same story. He moves around the table and settles in to read. His reaction mirrors our own. Despite being a work of fiction the author’s words have managed to arouse him in the same way it did us and this becomes the topic of discussion for the next 20 minutes or so as Hennie returns again to the opposite side of the table.

(On that note. Anyone who might be interested, the story in question is entitled “The Interview” and can currently be located on page four. Many thanks to cfnmaniac for your efforts. A very entertaining tale and definitely a show I would never miss. We hope to continue reading your contributions in future.)

By this time it would seem my daughter has decided she also wants some face time with this new ‘Óom’ and she produces a book to showcase her own reading skills for him. In between conversation he attentively listens to every word she reads, helps where she struggles and, delivers a few choice comments and asks serious questions pertaining to the stories. She is of course thrilled to have a captive audience and he very quickly becomes her best friend.

The first batch of patties is done so the kids get their burgers and hennie gets his. They’re taking much longer to prepare tonight due to drastic changes in the recipe but at least the company alleviates the frustration. The kids fed they’re very quick to retire to the room to go watch the DVD’s while we three remain in the kitchen. Despite the availability of rum we take our time on our drinks, there’s absolutely no rush. Conversation flows easily and laughter at past endeavours livens up the evening. There is also discussion of more serious matters sown in for good measure. It’s relaxed and comfortable and time passes at an acceptable pace. Soon the second batch of patties is ready and Juanita and myself sit down to eat. Finally I can step away from the hot stove.

Dinner done, fresh drinks poured and we’re still not done chatting as conversation rambles on for at least another 45 minutes or so. That is until the eldest comes into the kitchen and asks if I could please move my daughter as she’s fallen asleep on his bed. The decision is unanimously made that it’s also just about time for us to head off in that direction so I go move her while they gather everything and head toward the room. I barely have my daughter out the room and the boys have the door closed with the next movie rolling and once she snugly tucked in I poke my head in our room and take drinks orders. Hennie is clearly ready for a big night as he’s already in just his boxer shorts. I pour drinks and head back to the room by which time even aforementioned boxers have joined shirt and pants on the floor.

We settle into our usual positions, us on the bed and Hennie on his cushion in his corner. This has been his habit from the beginning and has become our standing joke earning him the title ‘hoekie koekie.’ We continue laughing and chatting, all in very jovial mood and it’s not long before hennie joins us on the bed. The banter continues even after Hennie decides to get the party started by securely burying his face where he most enjoys. I gently remove the half smoked cigarette from Juanita’s fingers and kill it, with Hennie going to town downstairs there is no way she’s going to smoke it. I’m still smoking though and still have a few words to say. Naturally my garrulousness elicits responses from them both and Hennie shortly comes up for air stating that if I don’t quit joking around he’s going to have to discover other means of achieving his goals. His comment of course elicits a chuckle from Juanita and the game is afoot as one wisecrack after another erupts from us. Within short measure Hennie exclaims exasperated that if all else fails he shall have to start singing. Our question of course . . . . . what shall he sing. “The American anthem” he replies, diving in head first, humming said tune as he goes, using the contact between his lips and hers to make the ‘b’ sounds between the ‘úm’ and trying to maintain the tune. Words are simply inefficient to describe the absolute hilarity of the scenario as we all break down in fits of laughter, all thought of play set aside for time being. This naturally becomes the joke of the evening and has now been carried over to regular daily conversation as have many other such moments between us.

Not too long after, once all has settled, we get the ball rolling and we once again end up having a fantastic time together. That however is a tale for another time. This brings me to the point of this tale.

Most people we have spoken with have stated that they have had difficulty creating a ‘good’ experience when it comes to threesomes. We on the other hand have no such difficulty and we have been asked by many how we manage it. It really is simple and that is what I have tried to illustrate with this story. It all boils down to a simple saying . . . . . .

“SHARING IS CARING, FRIEND”

In our case it’s two guys and a girl, but the same holds true for any other threesome whether it be FFM, MMM or even FFF.

Firstly, don’t neglect or abandon your partner. The whole idea of having a threesome is for you and yours to enhance the experience between you, to experience a more gratifying sense of fulfilment and achieve a deeper more meaningful connection and understanding.

Secondly, jealousy and possessiveness on behalf of any one person involved toward another will result in disappointment. Don’t let the person you’ve invited to join you feel like they’re nothing but a sex object, involve them, occasionally stand back and let them have some space to get their freak on too and, most importantly, find a way to co-operate.

And third, while a one night fling with a stranger might have it’s own benefits, never discount the value of finding someone special and developing a meaningful relationship with them. Satisfaction and perfection both take time and practice. A stranger will never learn all the ins and out, turn ons and turn offs in one night.

Those of you who have read some of our previous stories will note that I often let Hennie lead. We have an understanding and have developed our own form of communication which enables us to keep Juanita on the edge as well as allowing us to constantly adapt. I am not shy to let Hennie in on secrets I have discovered, ways to bring her to ecstasy which he eagerly employs. I will also easily hear out any thoughts or ideas he might have and display equal eagerness in employing them in order to achieve our goal.

Neither of us is shy and we’re not afraid to look at each other’s equipment. With us it’s normal for one to finger her while the other is buried to hilt inside her, on occasion we have even been known to help slip it back in when it slips out.

IT DOES NOT MAKE YOU GAY

Ultimately he is our friend who can just as easily share a comfortably evening with the family as be accomplice in some of the hottest, steamiest and most experimental sex I have ever had the pleasure of being a part of.

Most importantly people, this should be fun. Don’t get too serious. Allow yourselves to laugh. It really is the quickest and easiest way to cement a friendship that will ensure hours and possibly years of pleasure for all involved.


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