Francois’ family were well-to-do. Apart from the large farm they owned, they had numerous properties and businesses in the community where they lived. His family well-respected and the envy of many people in the area.
Francois was slightly odd in his family, because his dad and mom, as well as his younger brother Dougie, were always neatly attired and respectable-looking. Francois was a bit of a slob and generally looked unkempt. To be more specific, he often looked like a farmhand, rather than a farm owner.
Additionally, although he came from a good-looking family, he was considered the ugly duckling of the clan because of his average looks. Francois was around five-foot-ten-inches-tall and carried an extra few pounds. He was stocky, rather than fat.
Francois was well-loved by everyone in their community. He had a very charming personality and always made time to engage everyone in a friendly manner. Francois was one of those people who made you feel like you were one of the most special people in the world, as he interacted with you. He was also the apple of his dad’s eye because he worked hard and did a great job, despite being ‘derided’ by his mom and dad frequently, for his slothful appearance.
Their farm had been in the family for generations, and his father was determined to perpetuate that. In his father's mind, Francois would be the guarantor of the on-going lineage of this remaining intact. Francois knew, and his parents suspected, that his brother Dougie was gay.
Francois, therefore, would supply the grandchildren that assured the family’s continuity. Dougie was sixteen, six years younger than Francois, and also did not have a head for business.
On the farm, Francois had moved into a substantial cottage that had formerly been inhabited by his grandparents, before they moved to an expensive retirement village. This cottage gave him all the privacy that he and his live-in girlfriend, Lisa, required.
He had met Lisa a year before. She was not only the best-looking woman in the region, but also very good in bed. Francois’ parents loved her and couldn’t wait to see the future grandchildren that a beauty like her would produce.
Francois loved his brother, and the siblings got on famously. Ironically, Francois was envious of his brother. With Dougie’s good looks, he could pick and choose sexual partners to his heart’s content. What nobody knew was that Francois was not only a closeted homosexual but comfortable with his bisexuality. Much as he loved fucking women, the odd bit of M2M action was not a problem for him at all. Unfortunately, Francois had to be extremely cautious about these assignations, which were, regrettably, few and far between. The one providential outlet for Francois, however, came in the form of Terry.
Terry was the local hairdresser, supported by everyone in the community. Unlike many in his trade, he wasn’t overtly ‘camp,’ although one and all knew that he was gay. On the odd occasion, when Francois got talked into neatening his hairstyle by his family, he would pop in to see Terry and not only get his hair sorted out, but have sex with Terry as well.
Francois also knew that Terry and Dougie regularly fucked, something that Terry was always very open about to Francois. Fortunately for Francois, Terry was extremely discreet about his encounters with Francois.
In conclusion, Francois’ life was almost entirely perfect. He had money, status, and assured future, the prospect of beautiful children, when he finally tied the knot with Lisa, and which he fully intended to do.
The only thing Francois didn’t have, however, came in the form of a guy named Winston.
Allow me to explain this obsession that Francois had with Winston:
Winston and Francois had attended school together. After school, Winston was employed by Francois’ dad, in the hope that he would eventually run the dairy division on their farm. After his two-year apprenticeship, Winston took up the challenge manfully and exceeded all expectations. He was punctual, diligent, trustworthy, and exacting at his work to a fastidious extreme. In short, Winston put his predecessor to shame.
Although Francois’ dad had worried about the fact that Francois and Winston were buddies, his mind was soon put to rest when he observed the protocol that the two guys followed. During working hours, Francois had an authoritative tone with Winston, clearly underlying the boss/employee relationship. After hours, their interactions reverted to the relaxed vocal tone of friendship.
Winston was not only a hard worker but had two qualities that made him irresistible to women in the area. Firstly, he was an unbelievable dancer, and at all parties, clubs, and gatherings in the region women would give their eyeteeth to dance with him. The secondary and far more private reason was; that Winston had the dick-of-death and was renowned as the Casanova of the county. Winston was not interested in relationships and happily played the field. Included in Winston’s following there were many of the married women and other females, only too pleased to succumbed to his advances. Being fucked by the top stallion in the region was awesome.
Francois was well-aware that Winston had fucked Lisa before she hooked up him. Francois, however, made it clear to both parties that he was comfortable with this situation. Not only was Francois relaxed with the situation, but from the time Lisa had moved in with him, Francois had begun to think about how he could engineer the possibility of having a threesome with Lisa and Winston. Winston’s cock that Francois had only ever seen flaccid, had mesmerized his voyeuristic predilections.
This prospect, magically fell into place, when Winston had to vacate the cottage he was living in because the owner had sold the property. Francois immediately offered Winston temporary accommodation in his home, generously adding that Winston needed to feel no pressure in finding another place to rent.
For Winston, this was heavenly. Not only were all his meals now taken care of, but having his washing done was also part of the deal. Winston worried about the Lisa factor because he had always liked her and thought that she had been a great fuck. Now, however, he would have to be very cautious.
As far as Francois was concerned, he couldn't wait for them to start fucking. Both Lisa, whom he knew was fully under his control because of the prospect of a life of luxury, once they married, and Winston, who was a very doing incredibly well in his employ, and therefore, wouldn’t want to gamble with his future, were under his control. All Francois needed was patience, before all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
Francois was sure that in no time, Lisa would be availing herself to Winston. After all, what woman would be able to resist the temptation of having a Don Juan at their convenience? Francois was also aware that Winston and Lisa had enough free time to perpetuate their lustful pleasures, because Francois only arrived home after six p.m., after his working day. Winston always arrived home by three-thirty in the afternoon, because of his early four-thirty start in the mornings.
By the third day after Winston had moved in, Francois knew that Lisa and Winston were fucking. He could tell by their affected body language at dinner, that they were as guilty as sin. Furthermore, after Winston had left for bed by nine o’clock, Lisa almost sprinted off to the shower to get rid of the evidence. Francois was ecstatic about this development. Francois took it all in and decided that he would call her bluff the following day.
Much as Francois was sure that Lisa would offer little resistance, he knew that Winston would be a far harder nut to crack. 'Patience, simple patience,' Francis mentally reminded himself.
The following evening, things went to plan for Francois when he secured Lisa’s body on the bed, after denying her request to first shower. After clamping her body on the bed, his arms moved around her thighs, before his hands pressed down on her stomach, Francois’ face nestled into her pussy with her legs firmly open on either side of his head.
Francois had anticipated this glorious moment, and when Francois sniffed her well-fucked snatch, a bouquet of sexual smells assailed his nostrils. Francois then thought about the super phallus that had primed her encouraging cunt, as his tongue lapped at the nurturing froth that was nourishing his heightened lust. Lisa had always known that Francois loved cunnilingus, this time, however, a different kind of ardour seemed to have taken hold of him, as he slurped and groaned avariciously at her treasure cove.
For Francois, this was the closest he had ever been to Winston’s dick as he reverently suckled the emulsified carnal blend from her pussy. When Francois scurried up her body and shoved his dick in Lisa’s portal, he sniffed her face.
‘Yes, yes,’ he excited thought, ‘I can still smell Winston on her.’
Francois was so overwhelmed with exhilaration at this point that he shot his load within a minute or two.
“Your pussy tasted delicious tonight, the best it has ever tasted,” Francois said once he had cum.
Lisa was perplexed by what Francois had just said. She had worried that he had tasted Winston’s spunk, yet, it was almost as if he were giving her a stamp of approval.
“Make sure that from now on, it always tastes this good,” Francois added.
At that instant, she knew that he was aware that Winston was fucking her. Furthermore, it was as though he was reinforcing his consent. Confounded as she was, she was also intriguingly delighted by what was happening.
As Lisa finally showered, he lay on the bed, thinking about the possibilities that lay ahead. Anxious as Francois was to move things along, he knew that he would have to show restraint. He wanted Winston to be as comfortable as possible when he finally made his move.
Winston was ecstatic about his new living arrangement, and it felt like he had arrived in nirvana.
In the several days that followed, their nightly routine was continued, to the delight of all parties. Francois, however, was becoming restless and impatient and decided that the time for the next level of ‘fun’ had arrived.
That night when they sat down to supper, in a business-like tone, Francois said, “I know the two of you are fucking, and I have no problem with that. The only problem for me is that I feel excluded.”
As Francois looked at the two flushed faces looking at him, he continued, “From now on, I want to watch the two of you fucking.”
Lisa and Winston were dumbfounded.
From Francois’ tone, Winston was left doubtless that this revelation was an order and not a request. Although he had frequently had threesomes with two women, Winston had never had another male present when he had sex, and also definitely never been watched by another guy as he fucked a woman. A further worry that also crossed his mind was if Francois was going to do more than watch, which was not Winston’s scene.
In an attempt to lighten the mood due to the bewildered looks from Lisa and Winston, Francois chuckled as he added, “I am a voyeur… what else can I say?”