All Chapters of How threesome saved my marriage or not : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The memory hit me the next morning, sharp and clear as broken glass. It was the smell of coffee that did it. Not my cheap grocery store blend but the rich dark aroma of the kind they served at the Williamsburg gallery.Eight years ago, I was all sharp edges and bold colours. Maya Vance, art student, minor in chaos. My thesis project was a series of sculptures made from reclaimed metal and neon light, angry and beautiful. The opening night was a blur of noise and cheap wine.And then there was him.Leo Winters stood in front of my centrepiece, a twisted not of steel lit from within by hot pink light. He wasn’t just looking at it. He was reading it. His head tilted, his hands shoved in the pocket of his dark jeans. He had a steadiness about him, an anchor in the swirling room.I walked over, my heart pounding with the arrogance of youth. , “It’s about the quiet violence of expectation,” I said quoting my own pretentious artist statement.He turned and his eyes were the warmest brown I’d

The hotel felt like a different planet. The air smelled like sandalwood and clean linen, not leftover pasta and disinfectant.Our room was all cool grays and soft lighting, a silent, spacious box with a giant bed at its center.We stood in the middle of it, our overnight bags at our feet, feeling like awkward teenagers on a prom night gone wrong.“This is nice,” Leo said, his voice echoing slightly.“Really nice,” I agreed, too brightly.The effort was palpable. We were trying. Trying to be the couple who enjoyed sleek hotels and date nights. Trying to remember how to talk to each other without discussing nap schedules or grocery lists.Dinner was a careful performance. We talked about his work, a project he was bidding on. I mentioned a freelance logo design I’d finished. The conversation was polite, distant, like we were two pleasant acquaintances.My stomach was a knot of nerves. The little black lace set was folded secretly in my bag, a silent promise or a threat, I wasn’t sure wh

The night arrived wrapped in a hum of adrenaline that started in my bones and vibrated out through my fingertips. I dressed with a focus I hadn’t applied to myself in years. A simple black dress that skimmed my curves, heels that made me taller, more deliberate. I looked in the mirror and saw a stranger-a woman with a secret, with intention. The ghost, flickering to life. Leo watched me, his eyes dark and appreciative. “You look incredible.” “So do you,” I said, and meant it. In his charcoal grey shirt, he was the man from the gallery opening, the steady anchor who took my breath away. The hotel felt different this time. It wasn’t a novelty; it was a stage. The bar was busier, a low thrum of conversation and jazz music filling the space. We took the same seats on the balcony, but the energy between us was electric, anticipatory. My eyes kept scanning the room, not for him, but for her. And then, I saw her. Eva. She was more vivid in person. Platinum curls that looked soft to the

For a heartbeat, nothing moved. The only sound was our ragged breathing. Leo was a statue above me, his muscles locked, his wide eyes fixed on mine. I could see the internal war: shock, propriety, fear... and a low, thrilling current of something else. “Maya," he breathed, my name a question, a prayer, a curse. I didn't let my gaze waver. I gave a single, slow nod, my hand still on his cheek. Yes. This is real. This is happening. He closed his eyes, absorbing the reality. When he opened them, the shock had begun to melt into a focused, intense heat. He looked from me to Eva, then back to me, the connection between us pulling taut as a wire. This was our shared secret now, our shared leap. He lowered his forehead to mine, his voice a rough whisper only for me. “You’re sure?” “I’ve never been more sure,” I whispered back, and in that moment, it was true. Slowly, he began to move again, a tentative rock of his hips. The sensation was magnified a thousand-fold by the knowledge

Wholeness, I learned, was a fragile, fleeting state. The perfect, breathless tangle lasted only a minute before the practicalities of being three human bodies in one bed reasserted themselves. Someone’s elbow was pinned. A leg cramp threatened. The silence, once sated, began to hint at a new uncertainty Eva was the first to move, slipping out from the covers with that same unselfconscious grace. “I’m going to raid your mini-bar for water,” she announced, padding naked across the room. She didn’t hide her body, and the normalcy of it -the casual way she examined the tiny bottles - was more intimate than anything before. She was a person, not just a fantasy. Leo watched her for a second, then his eyes snapped back to me, wide with a dazed hilarity. He whispered, “This is the weirdest and best night of my life.” A giggle burst out of me, high and unhinged. It broke the spell completely. Soon we were both laughing, clutching each other, tears streaming down our faces. The absurdit