THREESOME SEX

I was sitting in one of the most exclusive cocktail bar and casino in Manchester, Manchester 235, sipping frosty Margaritas with my girlfriend Scarlett when I spotted him, he was leaning against the wall outside, draining the last of a cigarette. His dark hair was lying against his dark skin, covering an inch of his forehead and his hazel eyes carried a cheeky glint in them. I almost choked on my cocktail as I saw him wandering into the bar, hands pushed into his pocket, eyes scanning the room.

My wife had been getting restless recently, we had been together for eleven years and it was clear we needed an extra string in our bow sexually. We had tried nearly everything to spice up our sex life, but one day over my morning coffee, she made my day.