Design For A Threesome

(Ackn: ‘Design For Living’ by Noel Coward) “Our lives are a different shape.” “A three-sided erotic hotch-potch.” “Far, far deeper.  Beyond the reach of small enchantments.” “We shall always want her - always, always, always.” “I can’t possibly live without them.” “Chance threw the three of us together and tied our lives into a tight knot.” “For personal reasons,” she told her first slave, “I will call you Otto.  Is that acceptable?” “Of course, Mistress,” the obedient slave replied.  “Anything my Mistress wishes.” “And you,” she turned to her second slave.  “You, just for today, will be my Leo.” “Oh Mistress,” said Leo.  “I will take any name you desire, and keep it for as long as you  desire!” “Very well.”  She snuggled up between the two young men and allowed them to caress and  kiss her some more, before deciding in which direction to steer events next. “Now, you have both been very, very good slaves to me so far,” she said quietly, stroking both  their heads.  “Each of you is sweet and wonderful, and skilful and cherished and oh, so much  appreciated.” Her slaves squirmed beside her naked body, and virtually purred with contentment at her kind  words.  “And you have given me this wonderful gift by agreeing to see me today, together.” “I think we both enjoyed it, Mistress,” said the newly named Otto, with a twinkle in his eye, and  almost forgetting his submissive status, as the thought of how roughly and how hard he had just  fucked his Mistress, lingered in his mind.  “Yes,” Leo added.  “I thought I might be jealous having to share you, but it’s the other way  around.  You deserve the attentions of two slaves, Mistress.  You are so beautiful, so feminine,  you need extra masculinity to properly complement you.” “How sweetly said!”  She turned and kissed him, a passionate thank you.  “Such special slaves  you are, both of you – I can hardly believe it.” Together, they paid her some more attention, and she glowed in her very soul at the joy of it. Then she took a deep breath. “Now I want to ask each of you something.  Otto, Leo – I haven’t asked you how you are  inclined sexually.  That is, I know you both enjoy pussy and are submissive, but in other areas,  I’m not sure...”  She hesitated, but they were both silent, waiting, so she continued. “In a moment, I want each of you to whisper privately in my ear – a single number. You see, I  want you to tell me, on a scale of one to ten, whether you feel yourself to have any bisexual  inclinations.” She looked into each of her slaves’ eyes, but saw no reaction, so continued to explain.  “A  ‘one’, for example, would mean that you feel yourself to be entirely straight, and whilst evidently  happy to participate in a straight threesome, would have no desire for any further involvement  with the other man.  A ‘ten’, however, would mean either that you are an experienced bisexual, or that the idea thrills you, and you would be extremely keen to give things a try.” She ran her hands gently over her slaves’ backs as she held them to her.  “There is no right  answer, of course.  And I don’t mean to influence you.  I’m merely curious to understand the  possibilities.” Nothing changed in the way the two young men held her, or looked at her.  They were intrigued by her question, and thinking how to answer it. “Will you answer my question honestly?” she asked them.  “Yes, Mistress.” “Yes, Mistress.” “Then Otto, whisper your answer to me.” Otto moved up and, raising a hand to shield his mouth, quietly dropped his reply into her ear. His eyes watched Leo, as he also pulled himself higher, and gave his pronouncement to his  Mistress, in the manner in which she had requested. The men snuggled up to their adored Mistress’s breasts again, and watched her face for a sign of how their replies had been received.  Occasionally, and very briefly, they stole glances at each other – immensely curious, somewhat terrified.  Their Mistress merely held them tightly a little longer, then broke away from them and made to  get up. “Mistress!” said Leo.  “Tell us the outcome, please.” “Are we a match, or a mismatch?” Otto asked.  “Are you still happy with us?”  She looked down on them both, lying so gloriously naked and attractive and abandoned,  beside each other on her bed.  “Oh, of course I’m happy with you!  Your answers don’t matter,  you are both so wonderful!” But there was something sad in her eyes, in the droop of her shoulders, as she turned to go to  the bathroom. “But you’ll tell us?” came the plea. “Of course – in a minute.” And she left the room, and once on her own – though she really didn’t want to, and she tried to  stop herself – cried deeply and profusely. Back in her bedroom, two young naked men looked at each other.  They had been watching  each other fuck the same woman for the last couple of hours, but now there was something  slightly different in their inspection of each other’s bodies. “So,” said Leo, dropping his slave’s demeanour somewhat, and speaking, as it were, man to  man.  “What number did you say?” Otto looked at him, noticing the hairs on his chest, the muscles in his arms.   “Er, I said ‘one’.  I’ve only ever been with girls.”  “So did I,” Leo revealed.  “I’ve always thought of myself as straight.  I want to be submissive to  a woman, not a guy.” They continued to contemplate each other across the gap where their Mistress had lain. “Well, there’s no problem, then.” “No.”  “She must want straight guys, surely?  Men who are interested in her.” “Well, we’re giving her what she wants.  And enjoying it, I think.”  “Of course.” “So why did she ask the question?” “Were we supposed to second-guess what she wanted to hear?” “Well, we answered honestly, didn’t we?”  “Absolutely.” Both men lay without moving, propped on their arms, regarding each other, thinking about their Mistress in the bathroom next door. “So, er – ”  Leo said quietly, after a long moment, “if we’re both straight, and she’s not even in  the room... why have we both got raging hard-ons?” Otto looked down at himself, and then at Leo. And then they both smiled, and the world changed a little. When their Mistress returned from the bathroom, having been forced to touch up her make-up  in the mirror before emerging, it was to find the two glorious, naked young men who had just  fucked her, intertwined in a passionate embrace – their legs entangled, their hands on each  other’s cocks, their lips locked in their first ever gay kiss. Her jaw dropped.  “But.. but - ” she could hardly speak.  “But you both said, ‘one’? How come  you’re...?  Look, you don’t have to do this for me...” Otto had now rolled over on top of Leo and was grasping his wrists.  Their cocks were pressed  against each other, their hips thrusting gently. Their Mistress looked down at them, overwhelmed.  Leo broke away from Otto’s fierce kiss, and looked up at her, over Otto’s shoulder. “Yes, we  both said ‘one’, Mistress, but – ” he was interrupted by more kisses, then continued with the  touch of a giggle “ –  but we seem to have changed our minds!” Oblivious to everything else, the men lost themselves in their sudden, mutual passion. The woman returned to the bathroom, and wept once more.