I walked out of the hotel bathroom to see Erica, a 24-year-old beauty I’d met in person an hour earlier, and Maria, the 30-year-old ex-NBA cheerleader I’d married the previous year, completely naked in a sixty-nine position on the bed.

Maria looked up at me while gently tracing circles around Erica’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue, smiled, and, with the slightest nod of her head, invited me to get involved.

Inside, I was reacting like a cartoon wolf, whistling and stomping my feet, but I played it cool on the outside. I even took a moment — before diving in, of course — to ruminate on what, against all odds, I appeared to have done: I had engineered the perfect threesome.

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