Every once in a while, Amy and I go out to a bar and pick up guys together.

Actually, that’s not quite right. What we really do is pick up one guy together for a threesome. It started in college, when we were both curious about three-way sex and thought it would be fun to experience together, but we enjoyed ourselves so much that we’ve kept up the tradition.

A few months ago, Amy called me at work and asked if I was free that night. She and her on-again/off-again boyfriend had called it quits, and she wanted to “paint the town” and forget all about him. I was in a bit of a dry spell at the time, so I eagerly agreed. We met at a local pub, one where the guy-to-girl ratio is usually around five to one, and immediately snagged a couple of stools at the bar. Even though we were coming from... Read More