Felicity drove in a trance. Like a video loop, she relived the ‘magnum opus’ of her
young sex life—her torrid affair with Adam and Devon—over and over. The mere thought of it
dampened her panties and made her pussy ache. Then the image of Adam’s stricken face would
emerge and tears would seep from her eyes. She never wanted to hurt anyone. She just
wanted to have fun. They all had a great time, didn’t they?  
     God, she loved her ménage a trois. Something nagged at her—something beside
Adam and Devon’s reaction to her engagement announcement. Having experienced nirvana in
the arms of two gorgeous men, could she be true to one man and only one man for the rest
of her life? Having lived the fantasy most women dream about, could she go back to
ordinary? 
     She scrunched her face. She thought she knew the answer and it wasn’t helpful. What
if she married Everette, whom she considered better than average in bed and decided she
needed more? Not every man was predisposed to sharing his wife with another man. In fact
she bet damn few were. She wouldn’t be surprised if it happened less often than people
found four leaf clovers and solar eclipses came along. Sure, if a woman wanted to, she
could probably instigate a ménage a trios by going out and picking up a couple men
for a one night stand. Or by making a calculated arrangement with a two male friends or
co-workers. However, finding two men who had an emotional investment in you, but would not
be jealous of each other—that would be difficult. Add the fact that you should adore them
as well and…well hitting a mega lottery might be easier.
     Hell, if the shoes had been reversed, she didn’t think she could share Adam or Devon
with another woman. Or even Everette. She shook her head. Why does she always put Adam and
Devon ahead of Everette? It was Everette she was engaged to.
     Feeling a need to discuss things, she pulled her phone from her purse and dialed her
friend Julie.  
     “Hello?”
     “Hi, it’s Fel. I need to talk with someone.”
     “Sure, Where are you? What’re you doing?”
     “I’m on the road in my car, half way to my parent’s home for semester break.”
     “What do you need to talk about?”
     “I did it?”
     “Did what?”
     “I did what we talked about at lunch.”
     She seemed to grow excited. “You did? Which one?”
     “Both.”
     Her voice raised an octave and her voice cracked. “You slept with both of them?”
     “Trust me, we didn’t sleep. We fucked, sucked, kissed and licked, but we didn’t
sleep.”
     Her voice warbled with excitement, “Oh, my God! How was it?” 
     “Julie, there are no words. Take the best sexual experience, you’ve ever had and
quadruple it.”
     Julie gulped. “Jesus! What…was it like?”
     “Like being on a cloud and having two gorgeous angels performing everything you ever
wanted, done to you, done well and doing it non stop.”
     For a dozen seconds, she could hear only breathing, then Julie asked, “What do you
want to talk about?”
     “Well, I told you I was engaged.”
     “Yes, I remember. You wondered if your fiancé had second thoughts because his
enthusiasm seemed to have waned.”
     “Right. And after we finished our liaison, Adam and Devon thought the three of us
would be an item.”
     “But you’re not for it?”
     “No. At least not yet. I thought of our interlude like a peccadillo. A one time
fling, and told them so.”
     “And they didn’t like that?”
     “No. They tried to convince me that a polyamorous relationship would be perfect
for us.”
     “And you didn’t buy that?”
     “Ah, I didn’t exactly reject it, but when I told them I really shouldn’t have had
sex with them because I was engaged, it seemed like the conversation drove off a cliff.
Adam couldn’t catch his breath and turned blue. I worried he might be having a heart
attack and Devon looked like his best friend had died.”
     “So is it over between you three?”
     “No, I became so stressed by their reaction, I told them I would rendezvous with
them in a week.”
     “For another round of hide the weenies.”
     “Very funny. Yes, I don’t know if I could have stayed away, anyway. I have to know
if what I feel is real and not a fluke.”
     “And what is that?”
     “The stirrings of love.”