Game of Throbs Complete Series (Books 1-3)

by Piquette Fontaine

  But, for the time being, I knew I had more immediate issues to concern me, as just now my own sexpot of a masseuse was pouring massage oil all over my back, drenching me with the slick, greasy stuff, and working my skin up so thoroughly that I thought I might die with desire for him. He swept over every soft inch of wet terrain, his touch precise and clearly expert, dissolving me repeatedly in his grip and then building me back up again, devastating me as he worked through my flesh, and all the while causing me to crave more, more, more from this man.

  Then, God help me, I felt his palm press firmly up against the small of my back, shooting pangs of ecstasy flowing through my body, and an embarrassingly loud moan of pleasure pouring from my trembling lips.

  I was a goner, an absolute, complete goner, and at this point, I simply didn't care anymore. I surrendered to his every last brutally delicate touch, closing my eyes, and allowing myself to be swept away. I fantasized about turning over, and kissing the beautiful man on the lips right there on the spot, my body so hot, so aroused for him that I would have done any damn thing in the world on his behalf, and the fact that I was trapped by social propriety into laying still and motionless beneath him like this a form of bizarrely erotic torture in its own right.

  He was just so good, so damn good, and at some point I must have fallen asleep beneath his touch, passing out in my pleasure and my suppressed inability to get what I really wanted from him, and the pleasure I felt as I was swept through that daze of a very perverse breed.

  I have no idea how long I was out, blackness overpowering me indefinitely (in more ways than one, really,) but when I at last came to, it was at the sound of his voice, low, deep, and thunderous in my ear, and the words taking a moment for me to comprehend.

  “Alright, that's the end of the massage I'm afraid. I hope you two are enjoying your stay here.”

  “Oh, uh... Yes, yes we are, very much so,” said my husband, smiling, and I almost begrudged his presence for preventing me from flirting with my absolute sexpot of a masseuse.

  But then silence ensued for a moment, and what was spoken next went a very long way in turning the situation around in a manner that was quite unexpected.

  “You know...” said my masseuse, clearly choosing his words very carefully, seeming to think himself on thin ice, and hoping to entice rather than offend. “Maybe I shouldn't be asking you two this... Or, hell, I know I shouldn't be, for that matter. But my partner and I, we've seen you around the island for a few days now... You seem like a pretty cool couple, and like you might be the sort of people who like to have a little fun now and then. I really, really hope you don't get offended by me asking this, and I'll completely shut up about it if you do... But, uh... Have you guys ever thought about... Mixing things up a little bit? You know... Swinging?...”

  My jaw, at this point, just about hit the damn ground.

  My mind was spinning, and I thought for certain that I must be dreaming up all of this, fantasizing what I wanted to hear, and my confusion so great that I had to pinch myself in order to ensure that it was all really happening. But then I felt the pain, and realized that this was, in fact, real life, and I was now left panicking, not knowing what the hell I should say or do, and realizing that what I'd been so desperately yearning for now lay at my feet, but that I had no idea whether or not I would be able to claim it. I felt as though I should say something, should voice some opinion on the matter either way, whether a voice of dissent or a willingness to participate, but the words felt utterly trapped in my throat, and I knew, much to my anxiety, that the ultimate vote would end up falling upon my husband to decide.

  Then I looked over at Adam, still stunned, and not sure what the hell I could possibly hope to find written across his face.

  And then, something very, very warm descended across me, causing me to shiver from tit to toe, as I spied the perverse, seductive smile spread wide across my husband's kissable lips.

  Holy hell...

  It was, quite apparently, as easy as that, and the next thing I knew, Adam and I were being whisked back to their room, in the center of which sat two king-sized beds, simply waiting for the four of us to defile them- apparently, the couple engaged in this sort of activity on a fairly routine basis...

  My mind was seriously dizzy with the fact of this all happening so very quickly, and I wasn't sure I wholly believed the apparent reality of it as Adam and I were brought over to our respective beds, and with our respectively swapped partners.

  I was brought back to reality to some extent, however, by the sudden placing of the man's lips on my own- Michael was his name, by the way, and Ashley was the name of his girlfriend. His lips tasted absolutely sumptuous from the very first nibble, waves of delectable sensation filling me up, and almost forcing me to accept the absurdity of this beautiful transition. His breath, his saliva, were warm and comforting, slowly working down the levels of my inhibitions as his lips slid all over me, his tongue poking into my cheeks, sloshing around and around, and causing me to fight back playfully with my own, the two of us French kissing like young lovers as he laid me down across the bed, and blanketed his warm weight down on top of me.

  There were so many damn things I should have been worried about right now, so many things to consider and so many issues to be concerned with. I mean, Adam and I had had no means of discussing this arrangement at all at the point of being asked to join these two in their bedroom, and although we'd both seemed to agree to the idea with a considerable level of enthusiasm, I wondered if this was something he was really okay with, or if it had simply been a matter of the two of us consenting in a hurry on the spot. And, for that matter, I didn't know myself how I felt about the idea of him fucking another woman, much less right beside me, and although I savored the prospect of being plowed mercilessly by Michael, I couldn't help but fear a sense of jealousy beginning to crop up between the two of us by the time all was said and done.

  But then, as Michael slid his mouth to my throat and hungrily sank his teeth into my neck, I looked over beneath his weight and caught a brief glance of Adam and Ashley over on the adjacent bed. The two of them were seriously going at one another, moaning and grunting and their shirts already off, Adam bare chested and the straps of Ashley's black bra beginning to slide down along her dark shoulders. She was on top of him, dry humping him as they made out wildly, her ass beginning to peek out from the white fabric of her pants in the skimpy black g-string of a thong, and his hands sliding all over that beautiful vixen, groping her from tit to toe with the greatest of enthusiasm.

  And as real as my initial inhibitions may have been about the matter, I found suddenly that I couldn't help but be turned on by this sexual swap, the two of us indulging in a taboo bout of sheer, splendid passion, and I turned accordingly back to Michael on top of me, in order to enjoy this sweet sexual experience for all that it was worth.

  For my part, there was something almost magical about kissing someone for the first time again, as Adam and I had been married for several years at this point, and I hadn't really anticipating ever again having this sort of opportunity. It was, suffice it to say, a beautiful thing, and I craved being consumed by this man as his lips dissolved over every inch of me, and his hands began to creep over every warm, soft swath of flesh.

  My eyes went wide as I watched him lean up off of me, arching his spine back and peeling out of his sweat-soaked shirt, his broad black chest an incredible sight to behold as I gawked up at him on top of me, and the desire to be utterly taken by this man causing my loins to burn hotter and wetter than I could recall them having done in some considerable amount of time.

  And now, God help me, he was peeling me out of my clothes, sweeping off every damn scrap of fabric from my anatomy, piece by piece of the stuff dissolving from my form, and being cast from the bed until I was down to nothing but my underwear. I savored with awe the feeling of my bra being swept down along my arms, the cups slid from my tits and my nipples at last exposed, erect and sensitized in preparation
for him, every ounce of my flesh prepared to be positively devastated by his touch.

  He reached up, seizing my breasts in his large dark hands and squeezing them tightly, clamping on for dear life, pinching on the nipples and causing me to cry out with passion. He began to knead the two warm mammaries up beneath his grip, and as he did so he leaned in, planting his lips on the side of my neck, kissing me softly and sweetly, so that my eyes fluttered shut, and a warm chill came running down along my spine.

  Then, if that degree of sweet, beautiful torture hadn't been enough, now he was letting his lips slide down onto me, pressing them up against each of my tits, and his teeth sinking into me, his tongue rolling hotly around the perimeter of each nipple, and causing me to swell like a damn balloon with sensation. I moaned, and squirmed, and reeled with sheer pleasure beneath him, and all the while savored the feeling of his hot, stiff cock pressing up against me through the fabric of his cotton pants, a cock which seemed absolutely tremendous as it swept across my flesh, and which I simply couldn't wait to have inside me...

  And then, God help me, I could feel his fingers creeping up along my thighs, slipping beneath the fabric of my panties, and proceeding to tug them down, down, down along my body. The cool air blasted against my overheated loins in such a manner that I didn't know what the hell I should do to contain myself, but at any rate he was now pressing up against my thighs, pushing them apart, and spreading me so severely that I couldn't stand it. I braced myself, holding my breath, counting down the seconds as I felt his face lower into me, sinking, sinking, sinking down, and at last causing my eyes to spring wide.

  Sensations coursed through my trembling anatomy, as his mouth conformed with my cunt and his lips aligned with those of my twat, his tongue slipping through me, and rolling around down there with such grace that it was almost dizzying. As tremendous as were my own husband's oral skills, they nearly paled in comparison with what this glorious sexpot of a man could offer me, as he poked and pushed and slurped through my vagina with the greatest of enthusiasm, each nod and bob of his neck seeming more skilled than the last, and my body beginning to react accordingly to his efforts.

  My legs began to close around his working head as he ate me, locking him up against my body like a vice, and pulling him in, in, into myself, my flesh quivering as I buried him in my muff, and lights seeming to flash before my eyes as I positively collapsed with pleasure. Moaning vehemently, now, it occurred to me suddenly that the bed beside me was absent of any sort of feminine cries of pleasure, and, curious, I looked over to see what the two of them were up to.

  Adam, now, had his head tilted back, his eyes shut and pointing up at the ceiling, and his hand on the back of Ashley's bobbing head as she sucked on his cock for him, her body completely nude at this point, and every dark, splendid asset jiggling perfectly with every sumptuous move she made. Hell, I almost felt more turned on by the sight of it as she deep throated him like a champ, but at the present, orgasm was beginning to course through my body, and I found myself largely distracted from my voyeurism for the time being.

  I came, hard, nearly crushing the skull of the beautiful bastard presently sucking on my pussy, my thighs collapsing around his head, and trembling until at last he was released. I then groaned loud with contentment, releasing him, and allowing my body to go drifting back down onto the bedspread in an exhausted heap.

  Now, it was Michael's turn to get his nut up, and I was like putty in his hand as he picked me up effortlessly, bringing me onto my hands and knees, and mounting me like a damn animal. I cried out in agony as he pushed himself inside me, piercing my tight pussy with his cock and screwing his way inside, his erect shaft immense as he slid along, filling me up totally with himself, and groaning until he at last touched down, deep, deep, deep within my body.

  God, how I loved it, the feeling of him in me, expanding me and pushing me to my outermost limits as he began to thrust, slowly heaving his massive anatomy in and out, in and out, in and out of me, his strokes getting harder and harder and harder as the moments slipped by.

  And before I knew it, I was being absolutely pounded by this behemoth of a man, his pelvis smacking against my ass and his thickness being plunged deeper and deeper up between my thighs, fucking me so hard that I thought I might go cross-eyed, my breasts swaying wildly with each blast of his body and my head waving about wildly and at concussive speeds from the force.

  I began to moan, to shriek, to cry out with passion, and suddenly I overheard a similar sound coming from the next bed over, a chorus of pleasure that I simply couldn't help but investigate. Simultaneously, as I was being plowed by Michael, Ashley was straddling my husband grinding away on top of him and humping him like there was no tomorrow, her beautiful glazed body swaying in the darkness, and my husband's eyes so wide that he seemed disbelieving that this could really all be happening to him.

  After so much of this pounding of my own, I was at last heaved into with one last, vicious strike, nearly knocked clean off the bed, I thought, until orgasm began to pulse through my form in waves yet again, every part of me lighting up with climax, and the effects even more devastating this time around. But, much to my surprise, Michael didn't yet cum inside me, and though his cock throbbed and pulsed and threatened to burst, he eventually pulled out of me, for the most part, dry.

  There was still a hell of a lot left for the four of us to accomplish before he allowed himself to achieve release...

  Very soon, the two king sized beds were being pushed together, in a manner that symbolized that this previously isolated incident of swinging, with the two couples keeping at arm's length of one another, was now being transformed into an outright, free-for-all orgy.

  Accordingly, the four of us now dissolved into a sloppy, unsanitary heap of limbs, damning our presumed sexual orientations to hell, and grabbing onto whatever bits of hot, heaving flesh we could find. Before I knew it, I wound up in Ashley's arms, kissing another woman for the first time in my life, her taut, sweaty body, feeling almost magical beneath my fingertips, and her lips tasting sheerly splendid as they melted against my own. I loved having her body pressed up against me, our pussies so close together that they nearly touched, not to mention our breasts making contact at the nipples, and I began to wonder why the hell I had gone this long without ever having fucked another girl.

  Almost even more astonishing than this, however, was the fact that our respective lovers were now playing with one another as well, Michael and Adam holding one another's cocks and stroking them wildly as they watched Ashley and I make out, the entire scene seeming almost fictional, unbelievable, but oh so delectable all the while.

  Soon, the four of us were spreading out across the bedspread, arranging into a man, woman, man, woman pattern, and ducking our heads between the legs of the next individual in front of us, in what turned out to be an agonizingly beautiful daisy chain.

  Simultaneously, I had my pussy eaten out for the third time that day, this time by my husband once again, as meanwhile I did my damnedest to give head to the immensely endowed Michael, his cock a difficult one to get my lips around, but the feeling as it came sliding down the tight crook of my throat beyond any pleasure that words could describe. I sucked and slurped and rolled my tongue around him, swallowing him and letting him slide back out yet again, again and again and again, the pleasure of the scene blinding, mind-blowing, and so sweet that I didn't know how the hell I would go back to my day-to-day life once the extent of this vacation was over.

  And finally, following one final, absolutely agonizing switching up of positions, I found myself being smothered with love by the collective of the group. My body was draped out across my husbands, penetrated from below by the man I loved, and his lips pressing warmly against me as I shook with splendid anticipation for what was about to take place.

  Then, God almighty help me, I felt Michael climbing onto the pile on top of me, mounting me, and pushing his way inside me. I had to pull my lips away from Adam's, screaming and crin
ging with sensation, as I was stretched out wide by the force of two erect cocks inside me, their shafts sliding together in the wet folds of my body, and the pleasure of this knowledge crippling me like nothing else could possibly do.

  And at last, with both of them pressed deep inside me, they began to fuck, to thrust, to grind together, each motion of their bodies more devastating than the last as they plowed me, so that no amount of screaming, or moaning, or crying out with pleasure, could possibly go any length at all in preserving me. They pushed and pumped and humped, their combined heat and weight crushing me in the most pleasant of ways, the agony a dreadful beauty as the moments ticked along, and the entire room seeming to spin in circles around me.

  And finally, with a last, brutal thrust, the two of them pushed their way as deep as they could go inside me, holding themselves in place, and spilling over the edge.

  The two of them absolutely filled me up with their warm, abundant seed, the stuff pulsing through my body and overloading me to the brim, their own substances coating one another's still pumping cocks and lubricating them, and at long last setting me clean over the edge.

  I came, harder than ever, sandwiched between my two immaculate lovers, my screams causing my own ears to ring, my body trembling all over, and every ounce of my composure shot to hell with each hot wave of orgasm rolling over me like a steamroller.

  And finally, after every last bit of pleasure was exhausted, the two men pulled out of me, and wrapped me up in their arms. For some time the three of us, along with Ashley, lay entwined in the afterglow, rolling around and making out, performing more sexual favors for one another as the affair spanned on into the night, and the sheer bliss of it all seeming eternal, permanent, and neverending.

  And God... This sure as hell hadn't been mentioned in the brochure...

  THE END

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