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His chest ached as he realized the feelings careening through him. Love. He loved the woman. A married

woman.

No, it wasn't love. Maybe some kind of infatuation. Nothing more.

MELISSA_W: As for paying for the trip, I don't have to worry about that. Shane paid for it.

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS: You went with Shane?

MELISSA_W: Sure. Why not? I didn't want to come alone.

Ty stared at the words on the screen. Why would her friend be surprised Melissa had come here with her

husband? Could it be that Melissa and Shane were separated? Was it possible Ty really did have a chance with

her? Yet it seemed that she and Shane got along just fine. That didn't make sense for a couple contemplating

divorce.

No, he was reading too much into her words. And whether she was married or not, he would end his

involvement with Melissa at the end of their time here. He knew that he was in real danger of losing his heart to

Melissa—and suffering the painful consequences. Because, somewhere along the way, one of them would fal

out of love—and then the other would get hurt.

Suzanne had gotten nowhere tracking down the video. Frustration surged through her. It was bad enough that

her resort would be condemned in the swingers' loops, causing business to plummet, but for it to hurt Ty and

Melissa in the process was just totally unfair.

She sat down at a table in the lounge, wondering what to do with herself. Ty would be off enjoying himself with

Melissa, and he deserved it. She'd never seen him so happy.

Her thoughts turned from Ty and Melissa to Shane. What would he be doing while Ty fucked his lovely wife this

evening?

"What would you like to drink, ma'am?"

Suzanne glanced up at the young waiter standing beside her table. Young, wel built, and sexy. His black pants

encased muscular thighs and large biceps bulged from his short-sleeved black T-shirt. She'd bet that shirt hid

tight abs and killer pecs.

"A Sexy Stud, please." She'd love the real thing, but one of the two house specialty drinks would have to do for now. The other, a Wanton Woman, was a favorite with the men. That's what she felt like right now. A very

wanton woman. And what she wanted was sex.

He tossed her a charismatic smile, winked, then turned and walked away. Her gaze followed his tight rear end as

he hustled that thing right to the bar.

Ah, to hell with it. She was hot and horny. She needed to get laid. It should be easy enough to find a wil ing guy,

even though most of them would be involved in the games tonight.

Like Ty. He was off enjoying the couple's game with Melissa. Man, he sure had it bad for that woman. It was

truly a shame she was married, because she did Ty a world of good.

With Melissa busy with Ty, Suzanne wondered what Melissa's good-looking husband was doing tonight. At the

memory of his lips on her breasts, she realized that right now, she'd love him to do her.

Man, she really needed to get laid.

Hmm. She glanced at her watch. It wasn't too late to sign up for Blind Man's Lust. It was one of her favorite

games, and the one for any guy left on his own—which was a lot since most couples wanted another woman in

the mix, not another man. Women were so much more open to sex with another woman than men were with

another man. Men often liked the idea of seeing their wife with a second man, but were too intimidated with

the idea of accidental y touching another guy, or another guy touching them, while pleasuring the woman.

She smiled as the sexy young waiter returned with her drink. She signed the bil and added a hefty tip, then

headed for the door. The resort only al owed as many men to enter the Blind Man's Lust game as there were

women. She'd be doing the first guy on the waiting list a favor by joining the game.

Twenty minutes later, she sat in a comfortable leather armchair waiting for her man to enter. She closed her

eyes and Shane's gorgeous face smiled at her. No doubt about it, the man was hot! She imagined him leaning

toward her, his lips drawing closer. She could imagine his breath on her cheek, then his lips gently brushing hers.

His kiss, tender and sweet, grew more passionate as his tongue slid into her mouth. She could almost taste him.

Minty male. The distinctive scent of his musky aftershave filled her nostrils.

"Excuse me, Ms. Fox."

Her eyelids flipped open and she saw a hostess standing in the doorway.

"Are you ready for your guest?"

Suzanne smiled.

"Definitely."

"Jean will bring him in directly. Would you like another drink? Any props?"

She had a pitcher of cold water on a side table and a bottle of champagne chilling on ice. As for props . . . He'd

be here in a moment.

"I'm fine."

The woman disappeared out the door and Suzanne tipped up the fancy stemmed glass with the last of her

cocktail, drained it, then set it aside. Her fingers tapped absently on the table beside her chair. She sucked in a

deep breath, trying to focus on what was to come, rather than slipping back into her daydream about Shane.

She could still smell his aftershave from their imagined kiss. Another hostess appeared in the doorway, guiding a

tall man with a black satin blindfold over his eyes.

Tall, with wavy sandy blond hair, broad shoulders, and full lips.

Suzanne smiled.

Shane!

"Um . . . Ty. Don't look now, but I think someone is flirting with you."

At Melissa's words, Ty glanced toward the bar to see a tall, shapely blonde eyeing him. When she caught his eye,

she smiled seductively.

He escorted Melissa to an empty table and sat down, surveying the room the whole time. A couple standing on

the other side of the lounge, who had watched him and Melissa with great interest when they had entered the

room, approached their table. The woman, petite and curvacious, smiled brightly and the man, tall with

shoulder-length sandy brown hair, offered his hand.

"Good evening." The man wore a crisp white shirt, open at the neck, and a casual jacket. Intelligence gleamed in his dark eyes. "I'm Brand and this is my wife Juliette."

Ty shook Brand's hand. He noticed a smooth, stainless steel ring on the little finger of his right hand. An

engineer.

"This is Melissa," Ty gestured toward her, "and I'm Ty."

Brand nodded at Melissa, his smile broadening to reveal straight, white teeth, his gaze traveling over her in an

appreciative manner.

Ty stamped down the jealousy rising in him.

"May we join you?" Juliette asked.

Ty glanced at Melissa.

"Yes, of course," she offered.

Brand pul ed out a chair for his wife and she sat down, her gaze locked on Ty. Brand leaned in toward him.

"We were hoping you and Melissa would like to join us for the evening."

Ty stared at the man. This was the activity he and Melissa had chosen, but faced with this man, who wanted to

make love to his Melissa, he had the urge to grab Melissa by the hand and drag her back to his room. Keep her

totally to himself.

He glanced at Melissa and saw her watching the man with fascination, curiosity in her glittering eyes. He could

tel she was thinking about what it would be like to have this man touch her, make love to her. Her hard nipples

showed clearly through the thin fabric of her slinky, royal-blue gown. An image of the man kissing her naked

breasts, his hand gliding down her flat stomach then sliding between her legs, made Ty's cock jump to attention.

His jealousy swirled away.

"Juliette saw you with several ladies during the Monte Carlo night and she . . ." Brand said.

Juliette glanced down at her hands, her cheeks flushing a rosy red.

He grinned. "Wel , she liked what she saw and would love to . . . be with you."

"Actually," a new male voice behind him said, "so would my wife, Yana. And I'd like to watch."

Ty turned around to see the lovely blonde from the bar, beside a dark-haired fellow in a black shirt and pants.

"My name is Trent and I would be extremely happy," his gaze fell on Melissa and he smiled, "to entertain your lovely partner."

Although Brand was a good-looking man, this newcomer was exceptionally handsome. Classic features, glossy

sable hair with burnished gold highlights, styled fairly short, and a tall muscular frame. With his manicured

fingernails, Italian leather shoes, and well-cut, expensive suit, Ty could tel the guy had money.

Brand looked a little intimidated.

Melissa placed her hand on Ty's arm and whispered in his ear. "This doesn't have to be a problem. I wouldn't

mind sharing you with the two women if you don't mind sharing me with the two men. That way we could

watch each other."

Ty smiled at her then turned to the others. "Our interest this evening was to al ow Melissa to try something a

little different." He glanced from Brand to Trent. "Being pleasured by two men—and it seems one of them

doesn't have to be me."

Brand's eyes widened slightly and Trent smiled knowingly.

Trent's wife glanced at Juliette, then leaned in to her husband and whispered something. His smile broadened.

"I, too, saw you with the women at the poker game," the blonde said, a slavic accent coloring her words. "I think it would be very exciting to reenact the situation with this other, quite lovely, lady." Smiling, she glanced at

Juliette, then back to Ty. "And, perhaps, your companion would be wil ing to be the third." She glanced at

Melissa. "Before she has her pleasure with both our husbands."

Ty slid his arm around Melissa's waist and whispered in her ear, "What do you think?"

"They're very attractive, but . . . Do you really think we should go ahead with this?"

He could see her nipples straining against the fabric of her dress, could see the flush on her cheeks. A little

encouragement was al she needed.

"That's your decision, sweetheart, and I'm okay with whatever you decide, but the thought of Trent kissing your

lovely, soft lips, while Brand touches your naked breasts, really turns me on." He took her hand and slid it over

the growing bulge in his pants. "I can imagine Brand's cock sliding into your pussy while Trent slowly works his

way into your ass, then the two of them—"

"Okay," she murmured, breathless. "Yes. Let's do it."

Ty kissed her temple then took her hand and drew her to her feet.

"Let's go find a room."

The staff set them up with a specialty room. Mirrors along all the walls, which Ty confirmed were simple mirrors,

not two-ways. Not that it mattered, since Melissa had discovered her exhibitionist tendencies. Two beds faced

each other, and two couches and a couple of chairs lined the walls.

Trent wasted no time. He unzipped Yana's strapless black gown and the silky fabric dropped to the ground,

pooling around her feet. Her very full breasts and jutting nipples showed clearly through her sheer, black bra,

which Trent disposed of in a flash. She tucked her thumbs under the elastic of her thong and wriggled as she slid

it down to her ankles.

Juliette untied her teal halter gown and dropped it to the floor, revealing lovely, naked breasts that would nicely

fit in a man's hand. She disposed of her teal silk panties.

Across the room, Ty watched Melissa shift her gaze from the two women undressing to the men. They seemed

in no hurry to shed their clothes and, knowing Melissa, she saw no reason to strip down if they weren't.

Yana and Juliette stepped toward Ty.

Chapter 14

TY FELT THE WARMTH OF JULIETTE'S DELICATE FINGERTIPS AS they traveled along his chest releasing the

buttons of his shirt. His pants tightened for a second as Yana unfastened his belt, then she released the button.

He kicked off his shoes as Juliette tugged off his shirt. Yana tugged on his pants, then pul ed them over his feet.

Juliette's warm hand slid inside his briefs and her fingers wrapped around his erection. Yana disposed of his

briefs, staring at Juliette's hand around his cock with great fascination.

Yana licked the head of his cock with her hot tongue, then Juliette did the same. They both leaned down and

began sucking his cock head from each side, facing each other. The warm, moist mouths nestled around him

drove his pulse up a notch. They pivoted their heads and slid down his shaft, then wrapped their lips around him

until their mouths touched. They slid upward in unison, then kissed each other. His cock twitched at the sight.

Oh, man, this was heating up fast. The problem was, Melissa and her guests might get too hot and begin while

he was preoccupied. He wanted to see the men touch Melissa. He wanted to witness her pleasure. It would be a

fantasy he would carry with him forever. Since he couldn't have Melissa at least he would have that.

"Brand and Trent, if you undress, Melissa might feel inclined to fol ow suit," he suggested. "I'd love to watch the two of you kiss her breasts while I entertain these lovely ladies."

The men undressed quickly, then settled on the bed facing the one Ty and the women occupied.

Melissa watched the men strip off their underwear, revealing two lovely large cocks. Her vagina clenched as she

thought about the fact she'd be experiencing those two cocks inside her very soon. She unzipped her dress with

trembling fingers, then slowly peeled it from her body. The two men watched her every move, their glittering

eyes telling her they found her attractive. Her hard nipples thrust out over her demi-bra. She moved to the bed

and turned around, her back to Brand.

"Would you get this for me?"