less of that. Paul. Wow, do I have some news for you.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
A beaming smile folded over his lips. “Well, when you told me about what happened, it suddenly clicked. When I first met him, I knew I’d seen him somewhere before but I couldn’t remember where. Then when you said about his parents and the business, it dawned on me.”
He jumped from his chair, retrieving my laptop from the other side of the room. He tapped away for a few seconds before spinning the screen round.
“Is that his dad?” Ash asked.
I looked at the screen, almost choking on my own breath when I saw Roger’s rugged face staring back at me from the homepage of a website. A stunning blonde accompanied him in the picture. I guessed she was Paul’s mum.
“What the hell is this?”
“His parents own the biggest swingers’ club in the country. They own a string of night clubs up and down the country for straights, gays, bis—anything goes. They are the bees knees when it comes to fulfilling your greatest desires. Then they have an exclusive level club, which is where all the really wild stuff happens. It’s called The Triple C. You have to be accepted into this circle—you can’t just join. There are certain…parameters you must meet.”
“What? Are you actually being serious?”
He nodded. “Read it.”
I browsed through the website, reading the long list of locations for their nightclubs which included The Tiger’s Eye. Nearly every major city had one of their clubs. I was stunned into silence as I dared to click on the link for The Triple C. It refused me access, inviting me to set up an account to view further information.
I spun the laptop back round. “It won’t let me in. What is it?”
He grinned. “It’s basically a club for couples who want to indulge their fantasies with other couples. They do allow singles in but not many. You have to be something exceptional. Being good looking is a must for getting in there. Apparently they keep files on everyone—they ask your deepest darkest fantasies, what you do and don’t like, and match you to similar minded people. Basically, they’re sex match makers.”
“That’s…weird.”
“But genius if you think about it. How many marriages fall apart because one of them isn’t getting their fantasies fulfilled so they go off and pay some hooker or escort to do it with them? This is a way for couples to accept each other’s fantasies and let them be acted out safely, properly, and with no lies, sneaking around, or anything else. They’ve apparently saved a lot of relationships.”
“From letting wives see other women sleep with their husbands? I just don’t get it, Ash. It’s wrong on so many levels.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It works both ways. A lot of men get off watching their wife with someone else. It’s just human nature. We’re all different.”
“What does Triple C stand for?”
He grinned. “Crave, Choose, Come.”
“Ewww!”
He laughed at my reaction as he continued eating his food.
“So what is your point of telling me all this?”
“To try to make you see it’s not some seedy gig like you’re thinking. It’s just adults who are free with themselves and comfortable with letting their partners be with other people. There is a massive difference between having sex with someone and being with someone in a relationship. For these people, it’s just a simple division, as easy as that.”
“How do you know so much about all of this anyway?”
“A gay friend of mine got into The Triple C with his partner.”
I suddenly remembered how Paul had noticed straight away that Ash was gay. That was how he knew—he was around all sorts all of the time.
“This is just too much. What am I supposed to do with this information?”
“Make an informed decision.”
“About what exactly?”
“I don’t know. Paul…whether you fancy trying it out or not.”
“You are kidding me right? Please tell me you are
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
A beaming smile folded over his lips. “Well, when you told me about what happened, it suddenly clicked. When I first met him, I knew I’d seen him somewhere before but I couldn’t remember where. Then when you said about his parents and the business, it dawned on me.”
He jumped from his chair, retrieving my laptop from the other side of the room. He tapped away for a few seconds before spinning the screen round.
“Is that his dad?” Ash asked.
I looked at the screen, almost choking on my own breath when I saw Roger’s rugged face staring back at me from the homepage of a website. A stunning blonde accompanied him in the picture. I guessed she was Paul’s mum.
“What the hell is this?”
“His parents own the biggest swingers’ club in the country. They own a string of night clubs up and down the country for straights, gays, bis—anything goes. They are the bees knees when it comes to fulfilling your greatest desires. Then they have an exclusive level club, which is where all the really wild stuff happens. It’s called The Triple C. You have to be accepted into this circle—you can’t just join. There are certain…parameters you must meet.”
“What? Are you actually being serious?”
He nodded. “Read it.”
I browsed through the website, reading the long list of locations for their nightclubs which included The Tiger’s Eye. Nearly every major city had one of their clubs. I was stunned into silence as I dared to click on the link for The Triple C. It refused me access, inviting me to set up an account to view further information.
I spun the laptop back round. “It won’t let me in. What is it?”
He grinned. “It’s basically a club for couples who want to indulge their fantasies with other couples. They do allow singles in but not many. You have to be something exceptional. Being good looking is a must for getting in there. Apparently they keep files on everyone—they ask your deepest darkest fantasies, what you do and don’t like, and match you to similar minded people. Basically, they’re sex match makers.”
“That’s…weird.”
“But genius if you think about it. How many marriages fall apart because one of them isn’t getting their fantasies fulfilled so they go off and pay some hooker or escort to do it with them? This is a way for couples to accept each other’s fantasies and let them be acted out safely, properly, and with no lies, sneaking around, or anything else. They’ve apparently saved a lot of relationships.”
“From letting wives see other women sleep with their husbands? I just don’t get it, Ash. It’s wrong on so many levels.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It works both ways. A lot of men get off watching their wife with someone else. It’s just human nature. We’re all different.”
“What does Triple C stand for?”
He grinned. “Crave, Choose, Come.”
“Ewww!”
He laughed at my reaction as he continued eating his food.
“So what is your point of telling me all this?”
“To try to make you see it’s not some seedy gig like you’re thinking. It’s just adults who are free with themselves and comfortable with letting their partners be with other people. There is a massive difference between having sex with someone and being with someone in a relationship. For these people, it’s just a simple division, as easy as that.”
“How do you know so much about all of this anyway?”
“A gay friend of mine got into The Triple C with his partner.”
I suddenly remembered how Paul had noticed straight away that Ash was gay. That was how he knew—he was around all sorts all of the time.
“This is just too much. What am I supposed to do with this information?”
“Make an informed decision.”
“About what exactly?”
“I don’t know. Paul…whether you fancy trying it out or not.”
“You are kidding me right? Please tell me you are
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