Game of Throbs Complete Series (Books 1-3)

by Piquette Fontaine

  But nearly the second that we opened the door to greet our new guests, Derrick and I turned to one another, nodding affirmatively to give them “kinky” breakfast menu, both of us somehow intuiting from a single glance that these two were very much a couple that we hoped to know, in the biblical sense...

  God, they were hot...

  Her, a sexy little blonde tigress, with the features of a model and an overtly sexual air about her, always wearing something slinky and suggestive, but wearing it in a manner that nonetheless produced an impression of elegance, so that you wanted to fuck her, but it was impossible to view her as cheap or easy- even if she may or may not have actually been so.

  He, meanwhile, was tall, dark, suave and handsome, with a thin layer of stubble across his chin, a dark smile and eyes, and a demeanor so fine that it became hypnotic to stand in his presence for all that much time at all.

  These were, without a doubt in either of our minds, the perfect company with which to share a bed for the upcoming week, if, fingers crossed, they were indeed as up for bumping uglies with the two of us as we were with them.

  At any rate, their demeanors seemed to suggest that that was very much the case. They were easygoing but sexy and flirtatious in their speech, always looking as though they were within an inch of stripping down to their birthday suits and getting busy at a moment's notice, yet so composed, so refined, that it was almost maddening to try and reconcile the conflicting impressions they stirred within one.

  Jim and Irene were their names. They sat down to dinner with us, and we found ourselves flowing more smoothly into conversation than was sometimes the case with our guests, the two of them seeming filled with the most interesting stories and adventures, and the glasses of wine being passed around the table, refill after refill, causing us all to become lightheaded and giddy, eager to fall gladly into sexual temptation should it come calling for the four of us by the time was dinner was over.

  I kept making eyes at my husband whenever it seemed like the two of them weren't looking. It was like I had to keep confirming things with him- are you seeing this? Can you believe this? Can you believe our luck? God, I can't wait to get into bed with them...

  I thought for sure they were going to come right out and ask us upstairs with them, though of course I knew I needed to pace myself. They were going to be here for an entire week, after all, and I didn't want to go and eff things up straight out of the gate. And besides, they hadn't actually gotten around to seeing our offer on the breakfast menu, had they? They needed to know, on no uncertain terms, that the offer was out there first, and I decided I needed to get a handle on my expectations if I had a hope in hell of surviving any potential love fest that might result from their presence in our home.

  After about an hour of dinner and conversation, they thanked us profusely, excusing themselves under the pretense that they'd been traveling all day, and my husband helped them with their bags, showing them up to their rooms.

  I began clearing the table, and Derrick came back down to help me after a few minutes, having shown them around.

  “And now we wait...” he said hopefully, grinning at me, indicating that he clearly wanted this every bit as much as I did.

  God, we were a perfectly matched couple of perverts.

  Once the kitchen was cleaned up and the dishes were done, Derrick and I sat around in the living room for what felt like hours- it was hours, actually, a couple of hours, anyway. But it felt like more than that in our giddy anticipation, with me sitting around, anxiously jiggling my leg, and my husband trying but failing to concentrate on a magazine, the pages of which he seemed not to turn for a good twenty minute span at a time.

  And at last, startlingly, there it was- the telephone ringing, making my heart do somersaults, my anticipation for this event having taken on almost embarrassingly large proportions by this point.

  I grinned hopefully at my husband, crossing my fingers, and ran over to pick up the receiver.

  “Hello, there? Can I help you with anything?” I said, as nonchalantly as I could possibly force myself to be.

  “Hi there, yeah, we're calling down about the Super Delight Special? We'd like it, please... As soon as you can come up...”

  Holy hell... They didn't even have to ask what it was. God, our reputation was really beginning to circulate.

  “Oh... Um... Okay... We can be there right after we freshen up...”

  “Oh, just you please, darling. My wife and I are very much looking forward to it...”

  And, as simply as that, he hung up.

  I felt, suddenly, both very excited, and very guilty about my husband being left out of the escapades- for what would, presumably, prove a very long, very exhausting week...

  “Well?” asked Derrick enthusiastically, waiting anxiously to hear what was going on.

  “Well... I said, wanting to break it lightly to him, but knowing there was no point in beating around the bush about things. “Well, they... They only want me... I'm afraid...”

  “Oh...” he said, looking momentarily defeated.

  There was an awkward silence, with me standing dumbly at his side, trying to think of something to say to reduce the force of the blow. Nothing at all came to mind however, and I decided the best thing would be for me to just get on with it- after all, it wasn't like he never had fun without me, was it? There had been Richard, just the other day, after all...

  “I should go,” I said, and he smiled, trying to remain supportive.

  “Have fun,” he said, a little bit hollow in his delivery, and I scurried along, to go and get cleaned up properly, and to slip into something a little bit more... Well, you know...

  Chapter 4

  God, that first night with Jim and Irene... What else can I call it, short of sheerly, splendidly magical?

  I crept up into their room in my nightie- a fairly modest one, but still sexy in its way. I didn't know exactly how quickly I could expect the couple to operate, so I wanted to make sure I at least paced myself. Though, honestly, the urgency with which they beckoned me up over the phone had made me guess that, to some extent, I could look forward to some very rapid progression upon entering into the couple's bedroom,

  Sure enough, I peeked into the door, and there the two of them were- Irene in her ravishing pink bra and panties, and Jim, presumably, naked beneath the covers, the blankets all balled up over his lap.

  “Hello there...” I said, a bit sheepishly, and I realized, peculiarly enough, that for the first time during one of my encounters with guests, I was feeling positively bashful at the prospect of what was about to happen. This was highly unusual for me, I have to admit... And I think my reticence largely showed in my demeanor, as Jim and Irene both looked at one another and smiled.

  Irene hopped up from the bed, strutting in her feminine charm over to me across the room, and taking me by the hand. “Come on over, sweetheart... We don't bite... Unless you want us too...” She winked suggestively, and I smiled as I joined the two of them on their bed, sitting at Jim's feet, his body heat wafting up toward me as I sat nervously, in anticipation of what was about to happen.

  There was really no accounting for why the hell I was so anxious all of the sudden. You would have thought I was a virgin, or at the very least a “good girl,” for whom this was the first ever experience being bad with another couple. Of course, neither of these things were true, so I was at a loss for the fact that I seemed unable to raise my eyes to the two beautiful bodies surrounding me, staring instead at the quilt beneath me, and picking at a thread that appeared loose at the seams.

  “God, you look ravishing,” said Jim, and at this point I looked at him, blushing slightly, wanting to say thank you, but the words catching in my throat.

  It was Irene who saved me. I turned to her, rather suddenly, at the placing of her warm, loving hand on the side of my face. I gazed into her stunning arms, transfixed, and grateful as hell that I could finally manage to maintain the line of vision for so long, when up to tha
t point I'd done nothing but turn away from either of the two sexpots in utter fright.

  I found myself suddenly short of breath, my nostrils flaring desperately as I inhaled her scent, my nerves prickling with sensation from the touch of her hand on my face, and sweat already beginning to stream down along my body before the act of love had even begun.

  And then, she leaned in.

  She kissed me.

  I kissed her back.

  Again, and again, and again, and again we kissed.

  She tasted wonderful.

  I seemed wholly unable to pry myself from her lips all of the sudden, transfixed after so much initial hesitance. Her touch, in itself, was splendid, magical, her lips sweeter than candy, the feeling of her tongue in my mouth so damn glorious that I might have grown intoxicated by it alone.

  Jim, behind the two of us, had subtly brought his hand beneath the blankets. He'd begun to stroke what I could picture as an enthusiastic erection beneath the privacy of the bedspread, dredging the flesh of his shaft from tip to base as he watched the two lesbians at the foot of the bed making out, both for his pleasure and for our own.

  We began to grow desperate for one another. I found the initial fear I'd experienced all but drain away, as Irene proceeded to slide her hands all across the front of my body, feeling me up against the front of my nighty, squeezing on my breasts, and, at last, making me gasp as she slid her hand up between my legs, squeezing firmly at the warm wet place between my thighs, causing my pelvis to ring out with echoes of pleasure beneath the thin, skimpy fabric of my panties.

  These people didn't fucking waste time...

  We continued to swap spit wildly, the straps of Irene's bra gradually slipping down along her shoulders, and she doing nothing at all to correct this as it happened. Instead, she decided to even the playing field, by sliding down the straps of my nighty, pushing the fabric down almost all the way to my stomach, so that it remained intact on my body, but my tits now hung out plain as day in the open, my nipples sensitized and aching to be serviced, and her hands, as they moved up once more to squeeze directly against my flesh, kneading me up into an outright frenzy, and causing me to cry out at the top of my lungs.

  She silenced me, leaning in once more to kiss me with those beautiful, sensuous lips of hers, sliding them from my receptive mouth to my throat, sinking her teeth slightly into me, causing my toes to curl, and my fingers to grip the bedspread with pleasure.

  The grip of her pleasure lowered me down onto the bedspread, sandwiched between her body and that of her husband, who moved in promptly once I was down, and began to touch me from behind as I continued to smother myself in his wife, kissing her breasts just above the fabric of her bra, and Jim, all the while, massaging my shoulder blades, relieving a tension in me that I hadn't known I'd felt prior to his touch.

  Slowly, as I was still kissing Irene, he reached over to my front, and began to squeeze on my breast from behind, getting my attention, and causing me to turn away from Irene to face him.

  I peered into his eyes, a bit more nervous about him than I was Irene for some reason, but he quickly put this anxiety to bed, no pun intended. He reached for the small of my back, and pulled me firmly into himself- I could feel the force of his erection knocking at me through the fabric of the comforter. I melted into him, my lips dissolving against him, and his taste different from Irene's but no less sweet. I loved feeling the faint warmth, and the clear hardness of his cock as he pushed his tongue down my throat, licking the insides of my cheeks, and gradually bringing his hands down to my ass as he seized my body for support, sinking his fingers firmly into me...

  As I was lost in the mesmerizing orbit of our love, Irene, apparently, had begun to peel out of her underwear and when I next came up for air, she was totally, completely ass naked beside me.

  I smiled at her, studying her glorious nude form, lithe and lurid as it was, her breasts immaculate, her stomach flat and toned, the bones of her pelvis poking so pleasantly up at me through her skin, and her clean shaven pussy so inviting that I couldn't help but lean back over in her direction.

  Jim, graciously relinquished his grip, and allowed me to be consumed by his wife once more, her hands slipping me the remainder of the way from my nighty and panties as we kissed, making me as naked as she was, and probably about ten times hotter and wetter.

  Once I was completely naked, she twisted her warm body around on top of my own, so that now I was facing a wholly pleasant view of her sweet ass in my face, thighs splayed around my neck and her pussy looking hot as hell, dripping with desire, and oh so, so, perfect...

  She bowed her head gracefully between my own trembling thighs, and my eyes went wide as hell. I inhaled deeply, then bit my lip, squinting out all light, but letting the sensations cripple me as she began the glorious work of eating out my pussy. She put her tongue inside me, pushing it around, twisting, ravishing, tasting every wet drop of my anatomy, nodding her head into such a perfect, rhythmic bob that I thought I just might not survived this ride through to the end.

  I was floored by the sensations rushing through my female anatomy, and it therefore took me rather longer than it should have to realize that there was presently a perfectly good pussy in my face, bouncing slightly with the force of her cunnilingus and that the two of us were perfectly entangled in a position to sixty-nine.

  I moved forward then to reciprocate, planting my lips gently against those of her twat, and sucking wholeheartedly on her, trying to match her own oral expertise with my wet, licking, lapping tongue but knowing all the while that I could come nowhere near close to the magnificent things she was doing to my body in return.

  But God, she tasted wonderful...

  I ate her in such a manner that it seemed as though I might never get enough, smothering myself between her wet, luscious thighs, trying to keep my shit together as she continued to hit sweet spot after sweet spot in my own tight cunt, and the temptation to pull away screaming each time almost entirely too much for me to resist for much longer.

  From the corner of my eye I noticed that Jim, beside the two of us, had removed the comforter that had preserved his modesty up to this point, and was masturbating to the sight of the two of us licking, his cock huge as it bulged between his fingers, jizz dripping from his engorged purple tip and the entire package looking splendid, decadent, almost, but not quite, making me want to pull my face from out of his wife's box and get around to servicing him instead.

  He, however, seemed just as focused on his wife's pleasure as he was upon his own, as suddenly I felt his hand brush my face, moving past me, to insert his middle finger into his wife's vagina, right where I was eating her out. He began to play tenderly with her clitoris as I continued to suck on her glorious femininity and she moaned as it happened, exerting additional pressure on my own pussy as a result and a circuit of unrefined pleasure shuddering through both of our bodies at almost the precise same moment.

  Before either of us knew it, we were cumming like mad women, our bodies trembling, both of us coming dangerously close to crushing one another's skulls like a vice between our thighs as orgasms ripped through our anatomies, each of us moaning up into one another's open orifices, and the room spinning around and around my head as my spine arched up from the bed.

  A short time after this first initial impact, the three of us had switched positions, now fully into one another and unable to get enough. I was straddling the ever so lucky Jim, my legs straddling his waste as I stabbed myself repeatedly with his cock, huge and thick and ferocious as it was, penetrating my innermost depths as I bounced and swayed and screamed, my fingers scratching deep into his flesh and the sensations sparkling through my anatomy like goddamn firecrackers.

  Irene, meanwhile, was sitting on his beautiful face, getting eaten once again as she leaned over to me on the other side, the two of us kissing while he used either end of himself to please us and the sensations, once again, seeming to flow through the three of us in an immense roaring wave. The
bed shook, and the headboard smacked up against the wall, and suddenly froze as all three of us braced ourselves, cumming our lights out from the friction of such sweet, splendid movements, our voices rising up in an outright blizzard of passion. Irene and I screamed as our legs squeezed in around Jim, and Jim, for his part, began to shoot himself off up into me uncontrollably, filling me up with his liquid hot sperm, pulse after pulse after pulse of the stuff, overwhelming me and setting me clean over the edge.

  Orgasm, once again, burned through my quivering anatomy like wildfire, leveling me to my core, sweat dripping in buckets down my spine, and my screams so loud, so ear-piercing, that I thought briefly of my husband downstairs, hearing them from beneath, jealous of what the three of us were doing to one another in this bed, and left cold and alone as the three of us came our lights out. But then, I struck another level of pleasure entirely and the thought of his isolation slipped away from my consciousness quickly enough.