With another man in the mix, what will it mean to never again have a normal marriage? Greg and Sarah Perry have a solid marriage. They’re the envy of their friends. When Greg, a lawyer by day, suggests adding other partners to the mix, Sarah, a conservative teacher, is reluctant. However, she does find the thought intriguing. While at her sister’s Christmas wedding reception in the ballroom of a hotel, she lets her intrigue take charge. It leads her straight to Peter Lawson, a sensual man well versed in the ...
With another man in the mix, what will it mean to never again have a normal marriage? Greg and Sarah Perry have a solid marriage. They’re the envy of their friends. When Greg, a lawyer by day, suggests adding other partners to the mix, Sarah, a conservative teacher, is reluctant. However, she does find the thought intriguing. While at her sister’s Christmas wedding reception in the ballroom of a hotel, she lets her intrigue take charge. It leads her straight to Peter Lawson, a sensual man well versed in the ménage lifestyle. Can she reconcile her feelings for Peter with her relationship to Greg? And what will it do to her marriage?
Jennah Sharpe is an author, mother and traveller who can be easily seduced by mint chocolate. Her imagination often keeps her up at night but it certainly makes for an entertaining life. She lives in Canada with her soul mate and two young children.
“So? What do you think?” he asked as if this wasn’t the first time it had been discussed. Sarah Perry was well aware of the fact that as a buttoned-up lawyer at work for the greater Massachusetts Municipal Governing body, Greg often let loose in the bedroom. She’d come to expect mind-blowing sex from him after a hard day. New ideas to rev up their playtime were sparking in his mind all the time. Still, she balked at the idea of adding more partners to the mix. Sarah sighed, “I just don’t know, Greg. Can you let the idea sit with me for awhile?” Her husband rolled her into his arms. She snuggled her face against his chest, her mind whirring. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t given hints or that she hadn’t thought about it herself secretly, but actually speaking of it out loud was an entirely different matter. She was a teacher. Were teachers supposed to think this way? Still, the idea was inviting. “Sure hon. Remember, we both have to be sure. We won’t do it otherwise. We’ll wait until it’s right for both of us, if we try it at all.” “I know,” she whispered. “I just have to think.” He rubbed her arms and then down the length of her back. Sarah felt safe with the warmth of his solid chest against her cheek. “We have a trust that’s not so common, Sarah. Don’t we? It would just be for fun, nothing else.” She looked up at him. His dark, brown eyes sparkled when they looked at her. “Of course I trust you and I know it wouldn’t mean anything, but becoming swingers is a big step in our lives. I’m just asking for a little time for the idea to congeal in my thoughts.” Quite honestly, the idea excited her. The thought of having another man stimulated her, aroused her, but the thought of Greg with another woman was disturbing to say the least. In Sarah’s mind, ten years of marriage solidified them as a couple stronger than most. She’d married Greg young, in her early twenties, and then watched as their friends married, had children, divorced, found another. It seemed a never-ending cycle for some of them. Sarah cherished the foundation she had with Greg that everyone else strived for. They didn’t have children, but not for lack of trying. Jaded by two miscarriages, Sarah wasn’t willing to go through that again. It would be some time before she felt ready to try another time. Endlessly patient and sympathetic, Greg put no pressure on her. The thought of sharing their love for each other with another couple or another person was intriguing. Despite that, there were still issues to work through. “C’mon Greg.” She patted his chest the dark curls dusting his muscular chest. “We have to get up.” “The wedding’s not for another hour,” he groaned, flopping onto his back. “Who gets married in the winter anyway?” Sarah slipped from their bed. Once out from under the duvet and away from Greg’s warmth, she shivered. Reaching for her pink robe hanging on the brass hook behind the door, she glanced at Greg. He propped himself up on his elbow, watching her intently, his lips curved into a grin. “Sa—rah,” he taunted. “Sa—rah. It’s warm in here, Sarah.” He patted the mattress beside him. She turned to face him, drawing the tie of her robe tightly around her waist. She sighed loudly. “I don’t have time, Greg.” He looked so enticing, despite the fact that he’d just satisfied her. Sarah found it hard to imagine being attracted to anyone as much as she was to her husband. The ivory sheet settled around his waist. Dark chest hair followed the ridges of his muscles before it tapered beneath his sternum an