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My head was spinning as I closed the door behind me. I could hardly believe we even had the conversation we just did, and that I'm actually going out to look for a woman for a threesome with my wife – if I can find her for tonight. A thousand things are going through my mind. How am I going to find a girl at all, much less one who will do what we want?

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It's just been one of those days. Work was a pain, the car gave me a few problems, and my hot water ran out before I was finished with my shower. I finally decided to give up and just go to sleep. So I'm lying in bed, my eyes just ready to close so I can dream about his hands on my body again, when I think I hear a noise. I sit up and stare out into the darkness. The shadows play across the wall from the moonlight coming through the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony I begged my man to build.

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I can see her watching me. Pretending not to, casting her eyes down to the novel in front of her every time I catch her eye from across the patio of this open-air café. Well, I've been watching her, too—long enough to know that she's been "reading" the same page for the last 45 minutes.

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I have known Miss Bobby for a very long time. We've always been friends foremost and lovers just for the fun of it. She worked at a club I visited whenever I was in town. She drank for a living, meaning she worked for the bat so the customers would buy her drinks and stick around longer. I would hang around until she got off and then we would go somewhere else to party.

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