“Do you think the two of us could drag that boy home?”

“That’s the best pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

We were drinking at the Professor’s Loft and he had just walked out onto the balcony for a smoke. He was handsome, but she was gorgeous. I looked back at her.

“We’ve been married a year. You’re from Portland and I’m from Brooklyn. We’ve never done anything like this, but I promised you a threesome for our anniversary. Deal?”

“Deal,” she said as she turned toward the door. She reached a hand back without looking and I grabbed it and followed her out.

Less than an hour later I was sitting in the chair next to his bed watching him undress her. When she was finally down to heels and a watch he called me over. He put an arm around me and pulled me next to him.

“Your wife is amazing,” he said just before he kissed me. It wasn’t a tentative bi-boy kiss full of worry. It was a kiss meant to leave an impression and I swear we could hear her get wetter as the kiss went on and on. When we finally finished she kissed us both as she reached for belt buckles and zippers. She was kneeling before we could even ask and I kissed him again when she took me into her mouth. She went back and forth between us until we lifted her and threw her onto the bed. I slid up next to her and pulled her thighs open as I kissed her neck.

The only way I knew he was fucking her was by the way she bit my lip and grabbed my hand with a powerful grip. I pulled away so I could watch them and it was amazing. There’s no other way to describe it. These two were built to fuck one another and it was a privilege to watch.

I kissed her neck, bit her nipples, and licked her navel until I could feel him move inside her with my lips. He leaned back as he thrust into her and I found her clit with my tongue. She screamed out when I touched her and he slowed down to a crawl. I licked her and kissed her as he moved inside of her so slowly I thought she might cry.

The first time she came my mouth was still on her. The second time her mouth was on me and the third time I was sitting on the floor kissing her lips as he took her from behind. When he finally collapsed next to her he kissed me one last time.

When I walked out the door they were sound asleep on the bed and I was ready for a drink. I wanted to leave him a note to explain it all. I wanted to tell him she was free and they were perfect together. I wanted to tell them both to find dinner and fall in love, but by the look on their faces I was pretty sure they would figure it out on their own.

—Guy New York