Two men make this ménage even merrier for a hot-blooded vixen, who craves the type of exotic experience only multiple males can provide.

Somehow I was telling my troubles to the nice, handsome man I had finally asked out on a lunch date. “It’s not fair,” I grumbled. Gary worked for a rival company, and we’d met at various corporate functions. But the competition between our firms was generally friendly, and he and I flirted whenever we had the opportunity.

Now, pretty stupidly, I’d pounded down two wine spritzers and was unloading my past sexual frustrations on him. Maybe he was just someone I felt I could really talk to about my deepest feelings.

“Fair?” Gary asked. A breeze blew about his dark, wavy hair as we sat on the restaurant’s outdoor deck. He... Read More