We chose the late-night showing hoping the theater would be as empty as possible. Honestly, Darren and I had given the exact date, time, and movie far more consideration than Jourdan probably imagined. So much that we made a pact not to tell her any of the details about this days-long discussion for fear she would realize just how old and boring we really are.

When I walk into the theater, I let out a small sigh of relief that turns into a yelp of surprise when a floor vent shoots up my dress as I walk past. A younger couple turns to me in confusion, and I smile awkwardly at them, rushing up the stairs.

We had an entire conversation about where to sit; another thing we won’t be telling Jourdan. After much consideration, we decided as far back as possible in the middle of the aisle or as far away from other people as we can manage. This action film has been in theaters for weeks, box office sales have been trending down, and a new action movie — with much better reviews — just released today. There are three small clusters of people in the theater, but the back few rows are completely empty.

I walk up the stairs and sit in the middle of the back row. I place my purse in the seat to my right and my coat in the seat to my left. I scout other places we could move to just in case some latecomers decide to sit too damn close.

My heart is pounding.

It only strikes me now that we didn’t have to do this. Jourdan asked Darren to fulfill a fantasy we’d harbored for years but decided — for damn good adult reasons — not to indulge. We could have said no. We could have explained to her in more detail how we’d come to our conclusion, although that probably would have exposed the nerdiest side of our relationship. But we never did. That night, Darren had come to bed, and I’d told him about the time I spent with Jourdan — the sex he heard and the easy lunch he’d facilitated — while he held me close and fucked me slow and deep.

We never even considered not giving in to Jourdan’s request. In fact, for the past few days, Darren and I have fucked one another whenever we had the chance, weaving our fantasy and Jourdan’s request into something that makes me wet even just thinking about it.

“Well, don’t you look cute?”

I’m not sure if I should be shocked that Jourdan’s here or not, but I am. Somehow, in all of our fantasizing about tonight, we’d never considered the possibility. We’d gotten off on the expectation that when it was over and done with, we’d call Jourdan and get her off as we told her everything we’d done.