Free The Game by Jeanne Barrack Page A

ram his penis into Dave’s ass. Dave’s face was buried in Marcie’s pussy as he devoured her cream.
    She bit back a moan as she gazed hypnotized by the passionate activity going on inside.
    Without realizing it, her hand fell to her dampening core. Her fingers delved between the swollen folds and she moved them in rhythm to Frank’s pumping.
    He drove faster and faster until Dave wrenched his mouth from between Marcie’s thighs as his climax struck hard, his cum spurted onto the sheet, and he groaned out loud.
    “Oh, God, what a fucking rush!”
    “And what a fucking waste!” The words burst from Shari before she could squelch them. She slammed the door shut and ran back to the empty bedroom, flinging the door open and diving inside. She threw herself against the mattress, trying to ignore the pounding that shook the wall behind the bed.
    “Shari, open up, damn it! We need to talk.”
    Dave. No way.
    “Go away!” Shari called out. “I cheated. We said anything goes and no second thoughts, and I’m an idiot.”
    The doorknob rattled.
    “You’re not an idiot. I have to tell you…I need to tell you.” A pause. “Get away from the door. I’m going to break it down, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
    Break down the door?
    “Wait, wait. I’ll open it.”
    With fumbling fingers, she turned the lock, giving him access.
    Dave stood there, naked, framed in the doorway.
    “Can I come in?”
    Shari moved and, somehow, managed to find a shrug. “You’re not a vampire. You don’t need an invitation.”
    Dave stalked in, slammed the door and locked it. He grabbed her by the wrists and hauled her close.
    “Why were you spying on us?”
    She didn’t try pulling away. He was too strong, and, besides, the bruising grip on her wrists served only to make her wet and hot.
    “Why do you think?” She rushed on, not giving him time to answer. “Because I was jealous and needy and, and…lonely.”
    Dave loosened his hold on her wrists and gathered her into his arms.
    “Oh, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to expect from Marcie.” He pressed her head against his chest. “I won’t deny that I enjoyed what happened there.” He sighed. “Damn, I…I got off on it. But it’s you I love.” He tipped her head back and looked with growing wonder into her eyes. “I love you.” He laughed softly. “What a hell of a time to find out.”
    “I’ve never had a problem with Marcie’s threesomes before.” She took a deep breath. “It was the thought of watching and not being with you that made me a little nuts.” She smiled. “You can play with anyone else you like as long as I can play also.” She shook her head. “We’re quite a pair. I love you too.”
    He bent his head and lowered his lips to hers. His tongue sought and received permission to plunder her mouth. He spoke against her lips, between kisses.
    “Do you want to stay here?”
    Breathless, she answered him. “No. I want to go back and play with you guys.” She rubbed her mound against his penis and squeezed his ass. “I saw the gold lamé gown. Marcie’s playing lady of the manor , right?” She squeezed harder. “There’s a part for a serving maid.” She giggled. “I was born for the role. She always gets whipped for disobedience.” She moaned as she felt Dave’s prick begging for entry. “I’d love you to be the one to administer my punishment.” She reached between them and gripped his rock-hard length. “Please?”
    “Anything you want. Anything. I’ll beg Marcie to…”
    Shari chuckled.
    “Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to beg too much. I’ve always been told I play well with others, and I played with Marcie before I met you. Let’s go back and tell them that everything’s right between us.”
    Dave kissed her.
    “Better than right.”
    He deepened the kiss, sucking her lips, his hunger clearly evident. He backed her up against the door and lifted her up so his penis was positioned exactly where she wanted.