When my husband’s 40th birthday approached, I offered to buy him a vintage watch. He said he’d prefer something else: a threesome with me and another woman. We’d never done anything like that, but I spontaneously said “yes”. There was the cost analysis (watches are expensive). And it seemed like a way to keep our lives dynamic as we entered middle age.
A few weeks later, a magazine editor asked me to submit ideas for a personal essay, and I mentioned the birthday plan. I soon had a contract for an article tentatively titled “40th birthday threesome”. At that point, I was more or less obliged to go through with
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