Simone nods as someone knocks on the door. I groan, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“It’s my gift for you.”

While Simone goes to the door, I untuck my dress shirt to hide my chub, irked by the interruption. I cross my arms as Simone ushers Sylvie into the foyer. “Come in. Right on time.”

Sylvie grins. “Hey, Rod.”

I try to be cordial, but my balls ache for Simone’s mouth. “Hey.”

She then whispers to Simone, “Did you tell him?”

Simone clasps her hands together under her chin and turns to me. “So, I thought I’d give you something you were curious about. Me too, really.”

I look back and forth between the natural and bleached blondes. “Uh…what?”

Simone covers her mouth like she’s embarrassed, which doesn’t happen often. Sylvie squeals, “A threesome, Rod!”

My jaw drops and I stutter, “A-a what?”

Simone takes my hand. “I thought you wanted to try one?”

Sylvie opens the big weekender bag on her shoulder. “I brought chilled champagne to celebrate Simone’s graduation and the end of your fake marriage. Maybe we can get tipsy and go from there. I’ve only had one threesome, so I’m no expert, but I can lead the way. It’ll be fun.”

I swipe a hand through my hair, speechless. I don’t want to fuck Sylvie. I don’t want to watch Simone fuck her, either. The thought makes my skin crawl. And I don’t want to celebrate the end of my goddamn marriage. Fake or not.

Sylvie sighs. “I don’t think he likes the idea, Simone.” Underfuckingstatement.

Simone puts her arms around my waist. “I didn’t mean to upset you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Isn’t it like every guy’s fantasy for two or more women to pleasure him?”

I glance at Sylvie, who nods with a grin while eye-fucking me. I then glare at Simone and grumble, “I’m not every damn guy. You know that.”

“I’m sorry. What about if you watch Sylvie and me while you jerk off? Is that something you’d rather do?”

I clench my teeth harder. “No.”

Sylvie asks, “Rod, what would you like, then?” I shoot my glare at her. “What about if I watch you and Simone go at it? That’d be hot for all of us. I would love to watch you fuck.”

I swallow as Simone squeezes my waist. She says, “I like that idea. I think our sex is something to see.” The idea isn’t as horrendous as having Sylvie grab my dick.

Sylvie says, “Come on. I promise not to touch either of you.”

Simone tugs at my hand. “Let’s at least go upstairs and have a drink. It’ll be okay. I promise. We don’t have to do anything.”

Sylvie pulls out three plastic champagne flutes. “Simone said she didn’t have glasses. These were left over from a New Year’s party.”

I let Simone lead me upstairs. What the hell was she thinking? This will never work. I’ll never get hard in front of Sylvie.

Seeing Sylvie in Simone’s room is fucking weird. I clear my throat. “I need a shower.”

Sylvie says, “You and Simone could get one together while I watch.”

I scowl at her. “No. I could use a minute.”

Simone shakes her head at Sylvie, and she sits on Simone’s window seat with a pout. I pick up my duffel bag and go into the bathroom. At the closed door, I hear muffled whispering. I’m sorry if I’m some kind of dud or defective. I’ve thought about a threesome, but I never thought of following through with one. When I think about sex, it’s only with Simone. I thought forever. Not that I wanted that shit.

After a shower, I still get dressed because I can’t wear only a towel with Sylvie ogling. Though she wants to watch me fuck Simone. Jesus, Harry, and Jonas.

The bedroom is dark, except for a few candles burning. It legit looks like a human sacrifice is about to happen, and I’m the lamb. Sitting in the middle of the bed, Simone watches me, and Sylvie looks up from her phone. I feel naked, though I’m wearing shorts and my new black T-shirt. I skipped underwear, though. Just in case I change my mind.