Despite a series of unfortunate events that led to me being fired, I was floating ten feet above the ground in nymphomania heaven.
But my bubble was about to burst.
My husband planted the idea of a threesome in my head when he suggested my neighbor paint our basement with a friend. I couldn’t resist the temptation of two college-aged men or the ‘little something’ they brought along to enhance our fun.
I should’ve walked away.
But that’s the thing with nymphomaniacs; we’re compelled by our affliction. If you look at the situation from that perspective, then what happened next wasn’t my fault.