My husband and I are both doing my best friend. Our fling started innocently enough. Lucy is single and lives nearby, and it’s not out of the ordinary for her to drop by with a bottle of wine — or for me and Jason to invite her over for dinner.

One night when we were all a little drunk, Lucy admitted she wanted to be more than a friend — to both of us.

I’d long had dirty thoughts about Lucy, too. I’d even once told my husband that he was my ideal man, but Lucy would always be my ideal woman. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined what it would be like to have sex with her. Lucy’s a ten in my eyes. An 11, really. Just off-the-charts amazing.

When I’d shared my fantasy with Jason, he told me he’d always thought us girls would be really sexy... Read More