Tonya and Kirby Cole's visit to the Circus promises to be fun and full of sensual exploration. Fulfilling her fantasy, Tonya wonders if taking something imagined and making it real would damage her relationship with Kirby. After all, not many men would willing invite another man into his marriage bed.
Kirby Cole loves his wife without question. Yet, fulfilling her fantasy of a ménage-a-trois is risky. He isn't one to leave anything to chance. When he and Tonya enter Circus, he has just the perfect arrangement ready for her.
One fantasy. One couple. One night. One chance to push their love to the limit.
Swing for #3 (Razor’s Edge)
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Copyright ©2013 RaeLynn Blue
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The darkness of Circus's inner private area held splashes of illumination, a striptease of seductiveness that revealed flashes of furniture here, a sliver of colorful clothing there. Tonya Cole clutched her towel tightly across her nakedness. Sure, anyone could be convinced to go to Circus, but to actively participate, well, that was another conversation. Even though Tonya knew swinging held the ultimate act of love.
"Kirby." That was all she got out when her husband, Kirby, turned to face her.
Like others in the more club style area of Circus, Kirby held a towel around his waist. His large, luminous, verdant eyes held concern, but in a blink it vanished. Brimming with love, they told her to relax long before his kissable lips parted to do so.
"Relax, my love." He reached for her hand with his free one and squeezed it.
Tonya opened her mouth to speak, but her concern died on her tongue. She spied all types of people walking, mingling and sexing. They'd decided on their swing club months ago.
Now, with nerves steadied on coming here, they stood on the apex cultivating her ultimate fantasy. Two men at one time devouring her and delivering double the pleasure.
"Okay," Tonya whispered, biting her lower lip.
A glistening stripper pole occupied a space on the dance floor. It stood just off to the right, awaiting an adventurous woman to use it. There definitely wasn't a shortage of bold, brave women, but it remained unused. A charge, like exposed circuits, zipped through the atmosphere and set the entire room on an electric edge. Tonya could almost make out the energy burning inside everyone around them. Unbridled sexual lust abounded, and it thrilled her.
"Ton, if you don't want to do this, we can just go relax in the hot tubs or the pool. Then go make a little love and head on home."
Kirby folded her into his tanned arms. His scent -- sandalwood -- washed over her. The ends of his dusty blonde hair tickled her naked shoulder as he bent down to embrace her. The summer sun had turned his usually pale skin the color of a warm peach. Soon, he would match her own deep caramel tone. Kirby put all others to shame. How could she even consider taking another lover? Swinging with another man when she had him? Would Kirby really still love her after this?
As if to answer, he kissed her. Everything tightened when he touched her. He bent down close to her ear and whispered, "Do you want me to snatch that towel off and fuck you crazy right here?"
Goosebumps blanketed her arms as his lips tugged on her ear. They trailed the outer shell before skating down to her lobe once more. Her diamond-stud earring bounced on his tongue and clinked gently against his teeth. She closed her eyes, shutting out the sounds and sights of the club.
Only Kirby existed. That was all that there ever was for her -- him