As the final credits are rolling, I look over and see you with your head in your hands. You thought you were so damn clever, slipping "Trois" in the DVD player for our afternoon movie. You have been after me now for a while to try a little menage a trois. I told you I thought it was a bad idea. Any freaky thing we want to do we can do with just us two. You thought showing me the movie would help. One of the boys down at the barber shot had told you how hot the sex scene was so you thought it might sway my opinion. Little did he tell you how the rest of the movie went. I am chuckling a little, because I know what is going through your head, as I start to straighten up the living room. I am waiting for you to say something, anything, so I can crack ya face about this. By the time the last music goes off, you are still sitting there, semicomatose, so I figure you are really bothered by what we just saw.
Trying to keep the amusement out of my voice I remind you that we have a dinner engagement and if you don't hurry to get showered and dressed, we are going to be late. Head hung down, lip poked all the way out, you shuffle your letdown self to the bathroom for a shower and shave. I am so tickled by how badly things went for the couple in the movie that I start to hum to myself. I know that now there is no way that you are going to try to make me do menage anything.
By the time we make it to dinner, the other couple, David and Lisa, have already ordered drinks. As we settle ourselves, I explain that we got caught up watching a movie and that is why we were late. Lisa asks in-between sips of her Watermelon Martini, which movie. I look to see your reaction as I tell her. She almost chokes laughing as I lean over to do a stage whisper, "Trois".
David starts to smile too, and rubs Lisa's back. "Y'all must be thinking about spicing up the bedroom," David observes.
You roll your eyes and take a long swig of your whiskey sour and I laugh. "Nah, it wasn't an 'us' kinda thing," I explain. "Mr. Freak Daddy wants to experiment."
I expect them to say something like "oh that is just too freaky" but they throw me a little loop. "Well," Lisa says slowly, "don't base your ideas about menage a trois on that movie. People do it all the time and love it. It can be fun if you have the right partner or couple."
We look at each other and then at David and Lisa. She leans out and puts her hand on mine and winks. "Yes, girl, I have licked the kitty and I loved it." She moves away to snuggle up to David and says, "Don't get me wrong, I still love how Big Daddy puts it down, but it was so much fun being touched in a different way."
I can see you out of the corner of my eye, and you are watching them as if they have just grown antlers. "Hey baby," you say to me, "I wanted to do a menage a trois, but I don't know about another woman licking at the treasure. I thought maybe she would just be licking my balls while I laid the funk down on you." Everyone at the table laughs.
"So basically, my brotha," David says, "it was supposed to be all about you."
"No," you say quickly, "it was about my lady too. I didn't want her to feel overwhelmed with having to please me alone." That sends everyone into laughter, because it is a known fact that you are a bit quick on the trigger when you are extra excited.
We talk and laugh about the movie all through dinner. We are all about to head to David and Lisa's to play spades when his phone rings. He excuses himself to take the call while you head out to get our car. Lisa and I head to the bathroom to touch up our makeup while we wait.
