She put her hands on her hips, looking down on them as they lay side by side on the bed.
"You know the first time I saw you guys together I thought you were brothers. Both tall, dark and terribly, terribly gorgeous. I am so glad I was wrong.” She licked her lips. “So, here it is—I like to play games. I like setting the stage.” She grinned. “It's way more fun pretending.” Her grin faded and she grew serious. “It's also easier to lose yourself in a character. So, listen up. I already know what scene I'd like to do with you."
"The harem slave scenario?” Frank asked eagerly.
"Why, Frankie, you remembered. No, in the scene we're going to do, I'm in charge.” She looked at Dave. “Where's Shari's bag of tricks?"
Dave gaped. “You know about that?"
Marcie laughed. “Puh-lease, I've known the girl for over three years and lived with her for two. Think I didn't recognize her suitcase?"
"It's underneath the bed."
Marcie tapped one pink toe nailed foot. “Well, I'm waiting. You don't expect me to get down on my hands and knees and get it?"
Dave stared for a millisecond then scrambled off the bed and down to the dusty floor.
Marcie gazed at his nearly nude ass and bit her bottom lip. He was really delicious. It was going to be fun unwrapping that package.
He dragged out the suitcase and sat back on his heels.
"Anything else?"
"Watch your tone, Dave. We're playing by my rules now."
Frank chuckled.
Marcie stalked over to him. “Something funny, sweetie?"
He gulped. “Er, no."
"Good.” She looked down at Dave still sitting at her feet. The tiny scrap of material covering his penis did nothing to conceal his growing arousal.
She smiled.
"Happy to confirm that you're a switch hitter, babe. Do you have a key for the case?"
"It's unlocked."
"Excellent! Put it on the chair and let me see what goodies Shari packed. Then go and sit next to Frank and both of you close your eyes."
"She's not what I expected,” Dave whispered to him.
"Tell me about it. What do you think she's going to do?"
"Quiet! No talking unless I say you can. I'm almost ready."
They heard a rustle of clothing and the sound of the suitcase snapping shut.
"Okay. Open your eyes."
The guys stared.
Marcie was dressed in a high-necked gold lame gown that clung to every inch of her voluptuous figure. Her nipples pushed out the stretchy material and it was clear to see that she wore nothing underneath. She pirouetted slowly displaying a revealing back that plunged nearly to the seam between her curvy behind. A slit on each side of the skirt offered glimpses of her slim legs. Long sleeves tapered to her wrists. A pair of slip-on four-inch pointy-toed heels graced her slender feet.
In one hand she held a short whip that she tapped against the palm of her other hand. She'd secured her platinum blonde hair on top of her head with some fancy hairpins.
"All of that was in the case?” Dave couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice.
Marcie chuckled. “It's a pretty deep case and I've perfected the art of speed dressing.” She frowned. “And did I give you permission to speak?” She chided him. “I guess you'll just have to learn the hard way.” She laughed. “Oh, I am on fire tonight.” She looked at the two silent men. “You can laugh at my jokes. In fact, you'd better. Laugh."
Frank and Dave did as she demanded, a touch of hysteria coloring their laughter.
"Now, here's the scenario. Listen up. I expect you to play your parts to perfection otherwise I'll be very, very disappointed."
Marcie sashayed back and forth as she spoke.
"It's a really simple set-up this time. You should have no trouble adlibbing your lines.
"I'm the mistress of a manor in Cromwell's England. My ancient, feeble husband is away examining his other holdings. You two are Cavaliers on the lam from Cromwell's men and seeking shelter from them with me.” She moved to stand in front of them. “Your parts are easy. You will do whatever I wish or I'll hand you over to the authorities. Got it?"
"You really know your history,” Frank said with admiration.
"Silence!” She placed her hands on her hips and sighed. “I really don't know what to do with you two. Only your large cocks keep me from handing you over to the constable. But you need to be punished.” She stepped back from the bed. “Both of you down on all fours. Since you act like dumb animals I shall treat you as such."
The men hurried to obey.
"Since when do animals wear clothing? Strip off those garments."
Fumbling with haste, Dave and Frank shoved off their meager coverings.
"Better. Well then, since you now know your places, I shall reward you with a small act of kindness. I shall defer your punishments until later."
She hiked up her skirt and shifted so that her pussy brushed against Dave's butt. He gasped but said nothing.
"You have my permission to express your response to my actions."
"You have the softest fur I've ever felt rub against my ass. I'd love to lick it."
Marcie laughed.
"You are quite bold for someone whose life I hold in my hands."
"That's not the only thing I'd like you to hold."
Taking the whip she lashed out, striking his shoulder hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to break the skin.
"You have no say in the matter. Now, because you were so bold, I'm going to reward your friend here first."
She slipped off from Dave's back and tapped her chin with one slim finger as she pondered her next move.
"Sir Francis, would you like Sir David to suck your cock or would you prefer to suck his? Whatever will give you the most pleasure."
"May I suck his cock, please?"
"You may, but first let me arrange myself on the bed. Sir David, you may help me disrobe. Use only your teeth."
Dave got up and turned to Marcie. He never thought he could get so turned on by a silly story, but she was right about one thing. He could lose himself in her fantasies and not worry about the real world until later.
"Mistress, it will be hard for me not to damage your garments."
"I certainly hope it will be hard. Very, very hard."
And she turned, showing him her back.
Dave's mouth went dry. Marcie was quite a bit shorter than Shari even wearing heels. He'd have to kneel to get his teeth on the zipper at the back of the dress.
He knelt.
He tongued the material, then managed to grip the little plastic zipper tab.
Inch by glorious inch, Marcie's rosy skin was displayed. The gown fell from her shoulders as she shrugged off the bodice. With her back still turned to him, he couldn't see her breasts, just her glorious ass.
He couldn't help it.
He gripped her hips, pulled her back against his mouth and his tongue darted between her butt cheeks. With one large hand, he held her in place while the fingers of his other hand plunged around in front and sank deep within her pussy.
She arched against his seeking fingers and gasped. “I. Should. Punish. You. For. This.” She moaned. “But it feels so good."
Frank whimpered.
"Cease, Sir David. It's quite unseemly to feast while your comrade goes hungry. Remember, he also needs nourishment."
She stepped out of the gown pooled at her feet and stretched out on the bed. Raising her arms above her head, she arched her breasts.
"Sir David, come here and continue what you began. Sir Francis, kneel behind him and show me how well you can wield your sword."
Dave parted her legs and placed his mouth on her clit, his tongue prying open her vaginal lips. He thrust in and out while he gripped her hips, raising her higher.
God, she was so wet, so hot, so—
"Frank!"
Dave groaned as he felt the slow, deep penetration of Frank's cock. He nearly released Marcie'
s body, the shock of pleasure racing through him from the taste of her cream and the feel of Frank's penis, almost too much for him.
"Do you like that Dave? Oh, Christ you are so tight. So, frigging tight. It feels so good, so fucking good. I can't..."
Frank stopped speaking, beyond words.
Dave heard Marcie panting as she drew closer to coming. Heard Frank's guttural grunts as he plunged in and out. Felt his heartbeat racing.
Felt the world explode.
* * * *
Shari moaned as the vibrator brought her closer to her orgasm. She closed her eyes and pictured Dave's thick penis pulsating within her. She tried not to think of what was happening in the other room.
But failed.
The building tension faded.
"Shit.” She cursed under her breath, shutting off the lifeless substitute for the sensation of Dave's flesh sheathed within her. Only the real thing would do now.
This was so not going to work. Not with the bed banging away against the wall.
Lying in a heap on the trunk at the foot of the bed were the discarded clothes from the game. Her t-shirt had to be there somewhere.
She rummaged through the pile, finding it at the very bottom, and slipped it on.
Now to find out what was going on in the other room. Hoping not to step on a squeaky floorboard, she moved like a shadow to the other room. Three voices groaned and panted so loudly she could hear them through the closed door.
Closed, damn it! But maybe not locked.
Shari turned the knob inch by agonizing inch. The lusty sounds of the threesome drowned out the creaking door as it opened a fraction.
Yes! Just as she'd hoped, if someone stood at precisely the correct angle, the pitted mirror over the dresser on the wall opposite the bed, reflected the bed's occupants.
Shari clung to the doorframe with all her strength as she watched Frank 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 it, 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! 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, too.” 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, in between kisses.
"Do you want to stay here?"
Breathless, she answered him. “No. I want to go back and play, too.” She rubbed her mound against his penis and squeezed his ass. “I saw the gold lame 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 let them know that everything's right between us."
Dave kissed her.
"Better than right."
He deepened the kiss, suddenly ravenous for more than just a touching of lips. He backed her up against the door and lifted her up so that his penis was positioned exactly where he wanted. Nothing came between him and her slick warmth. He reached between them and paused.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay? We don't have to go back right now, do we?” He cupped her behind, squeezing it. Hard. “Do we?"
Shari gasped, pulled her t-shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor. She placed her hands on Dave's shoulders and smiled.
"Let ‘em wait."
* * * *
Frank strode from one side of the room to the other. He stopped and looked over to Marcie, lounging on the bed.
"What's taking them so long?"
Marcie shrugged.
"Take it easy, sweetie. They're just ... getting things straight ... oops.” She grinned. “Sorry. Sorting things out. Don't worry. I'm sure Dave will be back soon and—"
Steady banging shook the cabin.
Marcie cracked up.
"Damn! This place has seen more sex in three days than I bet it saw in three years.” She gasped as she tried to catch her breath. “As for the banging ... Lord, it's amazing that we haven't started an avalanche!"
Frank looked Marcie with wonder.
"How do you do it? I've been having a meltdown since we got up here and I'm not sure Dave and Shari have been any less anxious. Yet, you seem to be taking things in stride. Even the blizzard."
Marcie sat up in the bed and crossed her legs at the ankle.
"Sweetie, my bubbie—that's the Yiddish word for grandmother in case you didn't know—survived Hitler's Germany. She always told me to live each day with all the joy you can because you never know what the next day will bring.” She smiled. “Hell, all I need to do is think of what happened to her, and my worries seem minor. Even being stranded in a cabin in a blizzard.” Her smile turned wicked. “Think of the fun we've had.” She stopped. “Think what we've learned about ourselves and each other. So you see, I try not to dwell on things.” She paused in thought. “You know, I was doing exactly that—worrying about Kip and Tony leaving town. And now, with any luck, I may have found some new lovers.” She bit her bottom lip, all traces of laughter gone. “What do you think?"
Frank returned her look and nodded.
"I think—maybe ... poss
ibly ... probably."
Chapter Five
"Thanks for giving Shari and me the rest of the night together.” Dave looked over at Shari and smiled. “It's amazing what you can do with just a bed sheet and a belt. Oh, and glad I found yours, Frank. I'll buy you a new one when we get back to the city. Marcie, we owe you.” Dave leaned over and brushed a kiss on her cheek.
"Uh, uh. You owe Frank and me—and I expect you to pay up when we get home.” She grinned. “As the lady of the manor, I command it."
"Is that okay with you, babe?” Dave asked Shari.
"As long as I can play, too. And as long as you're the Cavalier who ravishes me in the stable."
Frank quirked an eyebrow.
"You sound quite familiar with this little play."
Shari added another spoon of sugar to the tepid coffee before answering. “Well, I did have a life before I met Dave. Not that it compares with what we have now, of course. Still, Marcie and I ... well, my lips are sealed."
Dave put on a mock serious demeanor. “Good thing, Ms. Nelson, otherwise I'd have to arrest you for lewd and lascivious behavior."
Shari swatted him with a dishtowel. “Only place I conduct lewd and lascivious acts is in bed with you. Now."
"And that's the way it better stay. In bed with me.” He laughed. “Or Marcie and Frank.” Dave pushed away from the table and cleared his throat.
"Okay, guys, the snow has stopped, the weather's cleared and the plow still hasn't gotten to us. Frank and I will bring in as much wood as we can and get a good fire started. We'll take turns keeping it going. I'm sure the smoke from the fire will be seen and we'll be out of here soon."
Frank got up from the table and looked out through the tiny patch of clean glass in the window of the kitchen door. “I can't believe how high the drifts are. That plow better be huge."
"It is. Now, we just have to make sure they know we're here. Get the log carrier from the living room."
"Sure. The sooner we get the wood brought in, the better."
"Marcie and I can help tend the fire, too. You guys just make sure we're supplied with enough wood."
"Isn't there a snow shovel somewhere?” Marcie asked. “Could we dig a path to the car and uncover it? Then it'll be seen from above."
"There's probably one in the tool shed. The only problem is getting to it. The drifts are packed against the door now. I barely made it inside to check the generator when we first arrived.” Dave banged the table so hard the sugar canister jumped. “When we get back I'm going to get the son of a bitch caretaker arrested on so many different charges, his lawyer will have to alphabetize them!"
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