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  Emma’s lips pursed, this time into a sexy little grin. She felt the transformation through every muscle in her face. Instead of the tension of embarrassment twisting her face into a frown, her forehead relaxed, and she felt those horrible crow’s feet release. Her cheeks smoothed out as her eyelids went from wide with shock to a sexy droop.

  She shifted and looked around Aaron’s shoulder again. “I guess we do.” She was pleased to see a little surprise flash across Silas’s face as she bantered back. “What do you think? Surely at least an eight, maybe a nine, out of ten?” On her scale, the ten out of ten was reserved for the kiss Aaron had given her on their wedding day.

  “Oh, I don’t know, I think I’ve seen better.” Silas’s eyebrow went up, and his lips curled with mocking humor as his arms moved, crossing over his chest.

  “You think you can do better?” Aaron’s voice, slightly husky with arousal, challenged Silas to try. He moved behind Emma, taking her by surprise as he caught her arms behind her back so her breasts pushed up and out. Not quite moving at light speed, Emma registered the flare of desire in Silas’s eyes, before her indignation at Aaron presenting her to their friend kicked in.

  “Wha ‑‑” When Aaron cut her off, her eyes shot wide open again, her sexy little smirk gone in a flash.

  “Why don’t you give it your best shot?”

  Silas was in front of her in an instant, his fingers cradling her cheeks, lifting her face up to his. “Don’t mind if I do.”

  Her mouth was open, ready to protest, when Silas’s mouth closed over hers. A totally new flavor of man burst over her tongue. There was the same sweet fruitiness of the wine, but the musky undertones were different, mellower than the sharper tang of Aaron’s kiss. Silas’s lips moved differently ‑‑ not as purposefully as Aaron’s ‑‑ meandering over hers as he explored her mouth. He, too, dipped and dived with his tongue.

  Emma studied all of this absently, her body still tense in reaction to the shock of Aaron offering her mouth to Silas. But there came a point where lust overtook her good sense, and she relaxed into it, letting her lips flow with Silas’s, exploring him in turn. She’d leave the questioning until after and just enjoy it.

  Aaron felt a heady mix of fear and a sense of control flood his system as he held his wife’s hands in his.

  Silas had filled him in on more of the swinging scene while they’d finished their game of golf on Thursday. After, he’d silently debated if it was the right thing to do. Once he’d made his decision late Friday afternoon, he’d contacted Silas.

  They’d made an agreement that if Aaron wanted out before they made a move on Emma, Silas would back off, and that would be the end of it. If Emma showed more than token resistance ‑‑ after all, they were surprising her with this ‑‑ it was also an instant red light. As for how things went from there, they decided to be fluid. Aaron would look to Silas for any cues if he got lost, though Silas had reassured him that once they got past the initial stages, things would come naturally.

  Aaron almost held his breath as he waited for the moment where Emma either panicked and fought loose or relaxed and went with the flow. When her arms went slack and her fingers flexed beneath his and she moved a nearly imperceptible fraction toward Silas, he finally breathed deeply and then exhaled with a whoosh. So far so good, now to let her in on the rest.

  Aaron scooped the hair off the nape of Emma’s neck, exposing the delicate and sensitive flesh before he leaned over and whispered into her ear. “I don’t know if that kiss was better than mine, but I’ll have to agree with him that it’s as hot as hell to watch.”

  Knowing it was one of the things she lovingly detested because of the way her body reacted, Aaron gently scraped his stubble along the sensitive nape of Emma’s neck. He chuckled as her whole body shivered and she tried to edge away from him, only to come up hard against Silas, who still hadn’t let her up for air.

  Aaron nipped at her earlobe before he whispered, “Before the party” ‑‑ they all knew which one ‑‑ “I confided in Silas that I thought you were having an affair, and he told me something pretty surprising in return. Did you know that he and Joan played around with other couples? I didn’t.” His tongue curled around her lobe, tickling at the delicate skin behind her ear. “Every now and then, they fooled around with another couple to keep things fresh in bed, to keep all those raunchy, sexy antics you’ve been missing alive. I remembered that you’d whispered to me in the dark of the night how you wondered what another man might feel like, taste like, and I thought you might enjoy something similar.

  “I know you’ve thought about it. It’s only human to wonder about these sorts of things, but what if we made it real, Emma, just for one night?” He kept his mouth close to her ear, but moved his body, rubbing his groin against her bottom so she could feel his arousal. “Two men, there just to do your bidding. Two sets of fingers to stroke you, two tongues to tease you, two hard cocks…well, they might be a little more interested in pleasing themselves, but I think you get the idea.” Aaron pulled Emma’s hands down until he could press them against the bulge of his cock ‑‑ just in case she hadn’t gotten his earlier message. “Imagine the strength of two lovers; one man to love you slow and sweet, the other to pound you until you scream. And just in case you’ve forgotten, I know just how wicked your mouth is; there’ll be no needy, empty feeling when you’re being filled from both ends.”

  Dual moans came from the pair, and Aaron choked back one of his own as Emma, no matter that he held her hands behind her back, managed to slide his zipper down and reach into his pants and wrap her hand around the knit brief-covered hard length of his cock.

  Silas broke away from his kiss with Emma, and she slumped back into Aaron’s arms with a giant, spine-stealing rush of air. Silas took an uncertain step back; his breathing seemed to be working overtime too, as his chest heaved.

  Aaron turned his wife back to face him again, holding her hands loosely in his. “Say no, and we’ll forget the last ten minutes or so and go back to the lounge, finish our wine, and watch some bad, Saturday night, made-for-TV movie.” He hoped she didn’t say no, or he might, for the first time in decades, have to retreat to the bathroom for a quick wank to get comfortable again. “But if you think you might like to give it a try, we’ll move it to the bedroom.”

  Emma stared at him ‑‑ goggled at him actually ‑‑ both her mouth and eyes wide and blinking as she searched for something to say.

  “You…” She gulped. “We…” A finger pointed and gestured between the three of them. “Us?”

  Silas had anticipated Emma perfectly, and as she stumbled back a little, fumbling as she reached for the table, he tucked one of the kitchen chairs behind her. She fell into it with a jumble of uncoordinated arms and legs, and an awestruck “Wow!”

  Aaron adjusted himself somewhat so he could bend and went down into a crouch, hoping nothing embarrassing popped out when he did so. Sweeping Emma’s hands into his, he massaged them slightly; not quite chafing them as he might with a person who’d had a shock, but more of a sensual press and glide that curled around her hands and fingers. “Have we shocked you?”

  “Hell yes!” Emma was a contradiction of physically displayed emotion. On one hand, Aaron saw nipples that poked at her shirt, and her deliciously red, puffy lips, made so by both his and Silas’s kisses; on the other, her cheeks were pale behind the bright flag of pink that colored the apples of her cheeks.

  Silas hitched himself onto the edge of the table, sitting on one hip letting one leg dangle down while the opposite remained on the floor for balance. Emma licked her lips as if tasting them while her gaze flicked from him to Silas, then back again. Aaron let the silence ride.

  “You…” Emma cleared her throat. “You want to share me with Silas?”

  Aaron heard curiosity in her voice, but also it was laced with a tinge of hurt ‑‑ one thing he did not want Emma feeling. “Not that way, love. Think of it more as all of us sharing something with each other. Silas
is giving a little of himself to us, and we are giving a little of ourselves to him.”

  Silas reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Emma’s ear, drawing her attention back to him. “It’s not about Aaron ‘giving’ you to me. In fact, when Joan and I did swing ‑‑ and it wasn’t something we did all the time, only once or twice a year at the most for a short time ‑‑ we found a totally new appreciation for what we had with each other. While most encounters were sexually satisfying, it was the way we came together afterward that made it so much more than just a sexual fling. Joan called it her extramarital affair with her husband; that we were cheating on each other with each other. It’s not for everyone, Em. It worked for Joan and me because we did it together. It was just sex with the other people, but between just us, it was making love.” Silas shrugged, and his smile was a little off kilter. “We would never have done it separately, but now…”

  “We miss her, too.” Emma’s hand moved from Aaron’s and rested on Silas’s thigh, and though Aaron was sure she meant it to comfort Silas, a different kind of strain flickered on his face. Emma noticed as well, and a coy little smile slipped out. “But you also miss something else too, right?”

  Aaron was finding it fascinating to watch the interplay between the two of them. Silas was so hopefully serious, while Emma was pushing free of her shock and finding that inner vixen he knew was inside, just hidden. She hadn’t outright said yes ‑‑ Emma wasn’t the kind of person to jump in feet first without looking ‑‑ but he could see she was edging toward a yes verdict versus a no. And he would never, ever presume to push her. That wasn’t the way their sexual partnership worked.

  “Well, it wasn’t for totally altruistic reasons that I offered to be the person you explored with… I-I haven’t…” Silas flushed. “Not for a while. Seriously, Em, you’re a sexy woman ‑‑ absolutely no coercion or hesitancy involved.”

  “Oh.” Emma looked at the floor and blushed.

  Aaron almost felt jealous of his friend for being the one to give Emma the small insight that other men found her attractive, but he understood it was a matter of distance and perspective. He was her husband; the rules said he was supposed to find her attractive ‑‑ or at least give the illusion of it. Silas, while a close friend, hadn’t seen her naked every day for the last twenty-five years. In other words, the gloss hadn’t had a chance to wear off for him. Aaron could swear ’til he was blue in the face that he loved every inch of Emma’s body, but it was the comments of friends and strangers that made an impact. He didn’t feel angry about it; Emma was as human as the next person, and if nothing else, the human condition craved acceptance.

  “Em? What do you think? Should I go get the blankets and get ready to sleep on the couch for being an ass, or are you going to take a risk on us two old guys to give you the night of your life right out of your fantasies?” Aaron’s breath caught as he waited. I really need to stop doing that; it’s probably not good for me. But his breathing stayed shallow anyway ‑‑ he hadn’t realized until this moment that he wanted this not only for Emma, but for himself as well.

  Emma’s head tilted to the side. “And if I decide halfway through I want to stop?”

  “Hopefully, you’ll be so well satisfied you won’t want to, but the moment you say no, all hands come off, clothes go on, and that’s the end of it. The only thing I want you to feel is pleasure, Em. You make the rules. If Silas only gets to touch, or if you don’t feel comfortable letting him into your body, then that’s what happens. This is about me finding slightly kinky ways of keeping you satisfied, not scaring you or making you unhappy.”

  Aaron leaned in, his knees creaking a little from holding his crouch for so long, and cupped his hand behind his wife’s head. She came easily when he pressed, and her lips met his with a sense of what he hoped was eagerness. He kissed her hard, asserting himself, wanting to assure her of how much he loved her ‑‑ would always love her ‑‑ before he pulled away to look right into her eyes. “This is pretty big and totally out of the blue, I know. I don’t doubt I can keep you happy all on my lonesome, love, but there’s this perverse little something inside me that thinks seeing you being worshipped by another man, while knowing you’re all mine, might be kind of hot.”

  He saw the moment Emma stopped analyzing and took the leap. There was a glimmer in her eyes that became a full-blown sparkle.

  “Only kind of hot? I’ll have to work on that, then.”

  He kissed away the sly, sexy little grin on her face, and then rose to his feet with a little groan. Aaron reached out to his wife and pulled her into his arms. “Why do I have a feeling you might wear both of us out, Em?”

  Chapter Eight

  The men followed behind her as she walked to the bedroom; their bedroom ‑‑ hers and Aaron’s. She couldn’t quite believe that in a just few minutes, her bedroom would have not two, but three naked bodies rolling around on their big king-sized bed.

  Thank God I tidied up in here today.

  The totally inane thought made her giggle, though she tried to hide it behind her hand lest Aaron and Silas think she was becoming a little hysterical. Too late.

  “Em?” Aaron was at her shoulder. “Having second thoughts?”

  “No, not yet at least. Umm…I was just thinking that it was good I tidied up in here today. Then it hit me at how ridiculous a thought that was.”

  Silas approached her from the opposite side. “It’s okay to be nervous, Emma. I’m pretty sure that Aaron and I are just as nervous as you. This is new for me, too.”

  That threw her for a second. Aaron had said he’d come up with idea based on Silas’s suggestion, but then it clicked: it’d always been he and Joan. This time, he had a significantly different role than before.

  The pair of them had thrown her into the deep end with their little sexual coup, so her brain was both stalled on the fact that she was about to have a threesome, and running a mile a minute as it assimilated it all. Sure, she and Aaron had shared kinky little fantasies with one another over the years, but she’d never thought they might ever become reality.

  One thing that became clear after Silas’s reassurance was that she had a much greater role to play than either man realized. There was so much she didn’t know about swinging. The concept was so huge, and she didn’t quite know how she felt about it, but she knew in her heart of hearts that this was a big moment for Silas. It was the first step in truly moving on after losing Joan. And if there was one thing she knew about the wonderful friend she’d lost, it was that she wouldn’t begrudge Silas this.

  She and Joan had many heart-to-hearts during the long days of recovering from her treatments. One of the secrets Joan had spilled was that there had been a time she and Silas had tried some kinky stuff, though she’d not really elaborated. She’d also made Emma swear to help Silas however she could to move on. Don’t know if this was quite what she had in mind, though.

  “So…what do we do now?” Emma first looked to the right, to Aaron, and then left to Silas, waiting for their guidance. Her deepest, darkest fantasies were one thing, but how they became a reality was another.

  “I think a few less clothes might be in order.”

  Oh, yes, how silly of her to forget. “You’re sure we can’t do this clothed and in the dark?”

  “Ohhh no. That’s so not going to happen, Em.” Emma decided Aaron’s chuckle was kind of sinister.

  Silas’s wasn’t far from evil, either. “Not in this lifetime.”

  Emma laughed, and she let it roll through her body, loosening her muscles. She knew when she was defeated ‑‑ not that she’d expected to get close to winning the lights-on-lights-off debate. Her low laughter bubbled to a stop as Aaron stepped in front of her and backed her into Silas, who’d stepped in behind her.

  “Now…those clothes.” Dark eyes looked down at her, and she saw the strong, take charge man of their younger years. Aaron was a fairly quiet man, introspective even, but he’d once had a totally take charge attitude in th
e bedroom. She’d missed the recklessness of the encounters of their youth as they’d aged, but they’d changed so much since those days when they’d gotten so carried away with one another. They weren’t the same people, so why wouldn’t their sexual selves change right along with their personalities?

  There’d been flashes of that dominance over the more recent years, but not like in those first ten years or so. There was something to be said for a man who treated you as an equal, but once that bedroom door was closed turned into a bit of a Neanderthal, demanding this and that, and giving you the most splendid orgasms as he did. Just the thought of Aaron getting all dark and dominant on her again made her tummy stop tingling from nervousness and begin to burn with a heat that forced its way into her blood and rushed down into her pelvis.

  Aaron made short work of the buttons on Emma’s shirt, but it was Silas, who stood a good head and shoulders taller than her, who reached forward and pulled the fabric apart. He made his approval for what he’d just bared known.

  “Now that’s a view I wouldn’t mind seeing every day.” The appreciation in Silas’s voice embarrassed her.

  Silas quickly pulled the shirt down her arms and off. He spread his fingers wide as they came to rest on her shoulders. His hands sat heavy, as Silas let her get used to the feel of him. Then his fingers trickled down over the bare skin of her shoulders, fleeting little touches that left tingles in their wake. Aaron reached up and slid the straps of her bra down her arms while Silas released the catch at her back. The cotton and lace slid off easily, leaving her bare.

  “How lucky for me; I do get to see it every day.” Aaron leaned in and nuzzled at her neck, and goose bumps raced along behind the tingles as Silas’s arms came around her ribs and under her breasts. Silas’s touch was gentle as he caressed her, the weight of her breasts full in his hands as his fingers gently kneaded them. She cried out at the sharp pinch as his fingers plucked at her nipples.