Swing (10 page)

and Giselle led them down the carpeted hallway.

Melissa caught sight of herself in the mirror over one of the hallway tables. Her eyes wide and filled with

consternation, her shoulder length hair caught back in a ribbon, her demure white camisole revealing shoulders

tinged pink showing the beginning of a tan—she didn't look anything like a footloose, fancy-free, hot-to-trot

swinger. How had she wound up being swept up to a room with a couple and another woman intending to have

sex?

Melissa—a voyeur. It didn't make sense. And yet, an odd excitement built inside her. At first, she thought it was

just anxiety, but now she could feel it boiling inside her. Thinking about how Armand would kiss Gisel e, then

Suzanne. How Suzanne would strip off her blouse and Armand would stare at her large, round breasts. Armand

would touch them . . . and kiss them. Maybe Gisel e would kiss them, too. Armand would undress and reveal his

big cock—it would be long and hard, maybe curving upward.

And Melissa would watch this all from across the room. Like she had watched the couples in the hot tub last

night.

They stopped in front of a door and Gisel e used her key card to open it. She swung the door open to reveal a

large, stunning room with two huge king-sized beds. The colors and fabrics used were the same as in Melissa's

and Shane's room—sage-green walls, tropical floral print, and whitewashed furniture—but this room was

bigger. They stepped inside and Melissa noticed a large area by the windows that accommodated a full sitting

room with a couch and two upholstered chairs. This would be a great place to entertain. It was clearly set up to

accommodate more than one couple, for a few hours, or even overnight.

Giselle pointed to the leftmost bed and panic welled up inside Melissa. Had Giselle forgotten Melissa was not

going to participate?

"You curl up right there, honey. You can relax and enjoy yourself while you watch."

Melissa sucked in a breath, her tension level decreasing a little knowing the woman wasn't suggesting that

Melissa get involved.

Suzanne plumped up the bed pil ows and set them in an upright position, comfortable for sitting on the bed. She

patted the bedspread.

"Honey, you'll be fine here."

Reluctantly, Melissa kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed, then leaned against the pil ows.

Armand took Giselle into his arms and kissed her.

"I love you, my sweet."

"Mmm. I love you, too."

Melissa watched them in fascination. They seemed like such a happy couple. She just couldn't understand why

they'd come to a place like this. To stay happy, a nagging little voice said, but she ignored it. It was a ridiculous

idea.

Armand turned to Suzanne and smiled at her. She stepped forward, then stroked his shoulders. He drew her into

his arms and kissed her. She sighed softly. The way their mouths moved against each other, Melissa could tell

they were sharing tongues. French kissing with a Frenchman. Armand's mouth shifted to Suzanne's neck and she

sighed deeply. She began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. Three pairs of hands made quick work of

releasing them, then she slipped the garment off her shoulders and let it flutter to the floor.

Her breasts stood proud and full in a lovely, pink bra, the soft, round swell of her flesh straining at the lace.

Gisel e released the hooks at the back while Armand kissed along Suzanne's col arbone. Suzanne dropped the

straps from her shoulders then sat down on the bed as she drew the cups from her breasts.

Gisel e stroked up and down Suzanne's back, watching the bra slip away. Suzanne's dark, dusky nipples stood

rigid. Armand sat down beside her and ran his thumb over one hard nub. Gisel e ran her hand over Suzanne's

ribcage then cupped her other breast. A moment later, both husband and wife feasted on Suzanne's nipples.

Suzanne fel back on the bed and moaned, a soft, delicious sound.

Melissa was embarrassed watching but, at the same time, she was getting turned on. She felt her own nipples

harden and, as she watched Armand's tongue quiver over one of Suzanne's lucky nipples, she wanted to slide

her hand under her top and stroke her own.

Gisel e unfastened the button on Suzanne's jeans, then unzipped them. A moment later, Suzanne wriggled out

of them as Armand pul ed them down over her hips then discarded them on the floor. Suzanne wore only a pink

thong and she looked amazingly sexy, especially with two pairs of hands, masculine and feminine, stroking her

from shoulder to ankle.

Armand kissed and licked her breasts lovingly while Gisel e kissed her calves, then stroked behind her knees,

eliciting an excited gasp, as she kissed the inside of her lower thighs.

"Oh, my God, that feels wonderful." Suzanne sucked in a breath as Armand pul ed her nipple deep into his

mouth, then he kissed up her chest and took her lips in a passionate kiss.

"What do you want, my sweet Suzanne?" he asked.

"Well, I wouldn't mind seeing you naked," she replied.

Melissa leaned forward a little, her gaze gliding along his lean, masculine physique. Me, too. She imagined his

shirt dropping to the floor, then his pants slipping away, revealing strong, muscular thighs. As his briefs lowered,

his cock, strong and proud, would angle forward from his body, ready to thrust into Suzanne. Then Gisel e. Then

Melissa, if she wanted him to. And right now her pussy drenched at the thought.

His lips turned up in a devilish smile and he stood up. He unfastened his belt and, as he unzipped, an electronic

melody sounded.

"Oh, that's my cell." Suzanne sat up." I'm so sorry. Ordinarily, I'd just ignore it, but that's my sister's ring and . . . I really have to take it."

She bounced up and darted to her purse, lying on the chair across the room, then snatched the phone out.

"Hello, sis?" She listened." Uh-huh . . . Yes, of course. I'm not alone right now. Let me cal you back in two minutes . . . It's okay, honey. Two minutes."

She closed the phone and plunged it back into her purse.

"I'm really, really sorry about this."

"Is everything okay?" Giselle asked.

Suzanne col ected her clothes from the floor and started pul ing them on.

"My sister. She's having some problems with her husband. She real y needs to talk to me." She bit her lip." I'm so sorry. I don't mean to leave you here like this."

"Don't worry. We understand," Giselle said. "Family comes first."

Armand nodded.

Suzanne's gaze shifted to Melissa. "I'm sorry, Melissa."

Melissa shifted forward and sat up.

"That's okay."

"No, you stay," Gisel e insisted." You came here to watch and you can watch Armand and me."

"That's a great idea," Suzanne agreed as she tugged on her shoes.

"Sure," Armand added. "I bet you've never watched a couple make love before. In real life."

Melissa shook her head. She didn't want to admit that she'd seen Shane and the other people making out in the

viewing room last night, but that wasn't technical y watching a couple. It was more an orgy. Then there was the

hot tub. But neither of those situations involved her sitting in the same room watching a couple. This felt much

more personal.

"Great. That way you're still pushing your comfort level."

"I think I should just go."

"Come on, honey. This is less than you already agreed to." Suzanne smiled encouragingly. "Don't back out now."

Trapped, Melissa pushed herself back on the bed, eyeing Gisel e and Armand nervously. Armand's pants hung

open, revealing snug, black briefs beneath.

Suzanne leaned forward and kissed Melissa on the cheek. Strangely, it felt warm and comforting. She watched

as Suzanne strode to the door and sent her one last smile before she exited and closed the door behind her.

"We know you're nervous, Melissa, but just relax and do what comes natural. If you want to get undressed, or

touch yourself, feel free."

Melissa felt her cheeks flame at the suggestion.

"If you want to join us, that's fine with us. Whatever you want to do."

She wanted to leave, but that ship had already sailed.

Armand drew Gisel e into his arms and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and, as though dancing a

slow dance, she turned them around and then eased Armand to a sitting position on the bed. Slowly, she drew

the hem of her T-shirt upward, revealing lightly tanned flesh. She flashed one of her bra-clad breasts, then the

other. Armand stroked his fingertips along her ribcage, then slid them over her full breasts. Giselle tugged off

the shirt and tossed it across the room.

Melissa watched as Armand's thumbs glided over and over her nipples. He tugged the blue lace downward,

revealing her hard, dark rose nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and she gasped. She unfastened the bra, stil

groaning at his exquisite maneuvers on her breast, then disposed of it. His hand cupped her other naked breast

and he gently squeezed it in a pulsing motion.

Melissa's own nipples stood at ful attention now, wanting to be introduced to Armand's experienced hands . . .

and his mouth. Gisel e moaned again as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth. Oh God, how Melissa longed

to feel his hot, wet mouth on her. Her hand found its way under her T-shirt and up to her nipple and she

tweaked it.

Giselle slid her hands under Armand's shirt and, from the motions under the cloth, Melissa knew she was

tweaking his nipples, too. He tugged off his shirt and cast it aside. His penny-sized nipples hardened under her

busy fingers. She slid her hands downward, over his tight abs, then over the hem of his tight, black briefs, the

fabric straining against his erection.

Melissa leaned forward, longing to see his long, hard cock. Her elbow knocked the table and a book dropped to

the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She hopped off the bed and grabbed the book.

She now stood right beside Gisel e and couldn't help but stare at Armand's crotch, mesmerized by the sight of

the head of his cock peering out the top of his briefs.

Giselle smiled. "You want to see it, honey?"

"What?" She blinked, trying to push herself to go back to her own bed, but her feet wouldn't budge.

"You want to see my husband's long, hard cock?"

Melissa nodded.

Slowly, Giselle peeled back the black briefs, releasing his marvelous, purple-faced penis to Melissa's sight.

Armand stood up and Gisel e pul ed his jeans and briefs downward until he could just step out of them. He stood

there, his long cock jutting forward, needing a woman's touch.

Giselle took Melissa's hand and drew it toward Armand.

"Touch it," Gisel e urged.

"No, I couldn't."

Giselle kneeled in front of him and kissed the tip of his cock, then she licked it like a lollipop.

"I think he'd real y like you to touch him."

Melissa glanced to Armand.

He smiled his encouragement. "Yes, I absolutely would."

Giselle took Melissa's hand and drew it toward Armand.

"I don't know."

Melissa hesitated, her fingers a breath from his member. The giant cock twitched.

Giselle leaned close to Melissa. Giselle's naked breasts brushed against Melissa's arm as she murmured, "You do

want to touch it, though, don't you?"

Involuntarily, Melissa nodded.

Giselle drew her hand the rest of the way and Melissa felt hot, hard flesh, smooth as kid leather, against her

fingertip.

Oh, it was heaven.

Giselle released her hand and Melissa stroked a single fingertip the length of him. His face contorted in pleasure

and a sense of power surged through her. She stroked her finger along the underside of his cock head and he

groaned.

Melissa sank to her knees, knowing she had to taste that marvelous cock. She lapped at the tip of him, then

opened her mouth as she slid her lips over him, then cradled his head in her mouth while she glided her tongue

around his shaft, right under the crown.

"Mon Dieu, that feels incroyable."

Giselle eased Melissa's camisole off and stroked around the bottom of her bra. Melissa's breasts ached to be

free. Giselle unfastened the hooks and the bra released. Melissa dove down on Armand's cock, swallowing the

whole thing into her throat, then drew back. Gisel e's hands cupped Melissa's bare breasts.

Her delicate fingers stroked over Melissa's nipples as Melissa released Armand's cock on a long moan. Armand

took her arms and drew her onto the bed. Gisel e climbed in behind her.

Armand leaned in and captured her lips. His ful , sexy mouth moved on hers and her sensitized lips pulsed with

pleasure. His tongue swept over her lips then plunged inside her mouth. She met his with enthusiasm.

"You are incredibly sexy," he murmured.

"That is so true," Giselle added as she tugged Melissa's skirt downward, followed by her panties. Armand laid her on the bed and a second later his hot mouth covered her nipple, just as she'd longed for when she'd

watched him with Suzanne. Suddenly, the pleasure doubled as her other nipple disappeared into Giselle's

mouth. Intense pleasure swept through her. As they tugged and sucked, licked and kissed her nipples, she

thought she'd go insane with bliss. Her vaginal muscles contracted and she thought she might come then and

there.

Armand kissed down her stomach, over her navel, then around to her inner thighs. She arched her pelvis

upward as she felt the tremors quake through her body. She wanted him to touch her.

He smiled. Clearly knowing her need, his fingers stroked upward and teased over her curls. She sucked in a