This is for the guys...

It's exciting and it's a bit sad...to be off to a provider on Valentine's day...but it happens....

My first experience took place 20 years ago Valentine's Day in New York City.  As a treat to myself for enduring the upcoming evening with my then-wife in a clinically depressed marriage, I went to my favorite brothel that afternoon -- remember this was pre-Internet -- and had my first doubles experience.  

I was younger then -- obviously, and when the two providers, dressed in red lingerie, came into the room and started stroking and fondling me -- one on each side -- I was giddy beyond reason and excited beyond measure.  (For those not of a literary bent, that means I was hard as a rock).  

I couldn't wait for preliminaries -- while one provider positioned herself doggie style, the other slipped on the cover but -- YIKES! -- before I got there, I -- well -- got there!

We relaxed a bit, then they started in on me again.  This time was a bit of a disappointment since the providers insisted I get off manually.  But I was hardly an unhappy camper.

Later, that evening over candlelight, as my neck was strangled by a tie and I sipped at my third cocktail, my wife whined, "Did you have a nice day at the office?"

"Yes, dear.  In fact I had a very good day...."

So what, if anything, have y'all done?