Amy’s brow furrowed in confusion and she looked over at Mark then back to Emilia.
‘I squeezed it, to make it stop.’
Cassian groaned as Amy burst out laughing.
‘It was like trying to stop a burst water pipe.’
‘No, no,’ said Amy, holding her chest as she tried to breathe through her laughter. ‘It’s too much.’
‘It only seemed to make the situation worse.’
‘Oh my goodness,’ said Amy.
‘So after I’d calmed down, and cleaned myself up.’
‘She was hysterical,’ interrupted Cassian as Emilia continued without skipping a beat.
‘We talked and decided to try again a little while later. This time, we got a little further. Cassian managed to take off my top and bra, which I’d put back on, I took off his shirt, jeans and boxers. He took off my knickers.’
Emilia paused and looked over at Cassian again, who seemed to be slowly curling into a ball.
‘What happened?’ said Amy.
‘I lay back on the bed, Cassian on top of me. He lined himself up and, erm… slipped in.’
Emilia giggled, blushing. ‘The good part.’
‘Then he made this grunting noise, like… heuuurgh, and just sort of, flopped, onto me.’
Amy’s jaw dropped open as she burst into laughter again. ‘No way.’
Emilia nodded, laughing. ‘I’m so sorry, Cass,’ she said.
Cassian rolled onto his back, his hands still covering his face.
‘I was flattered though, in a funny way. Although it took us a few more goes to get past thirty seconds.’
‘In my defence, have you seen my wife?’ said Cassian from the floor.
‘I don’t blame you at all, mate,’ said Mark. Emilia blushed as she looked over at him.
‘I would’ve been flattered too,’ said Amy. ‘If someone was that excited to be making love to me, I’d take that as a pretty high compliment.’
Cassian peered out from beneath his fingers.
‘Looking back now,’ said Emilia, ‘I wouldn’t want it any other way.’
She smiled lovingly at her man as he glared back at her, grinning.
‘Are you finished destroying my sexual prowess?’
‘I am,’ she said. ‘Although I think your prowess speaks for itself, there’s now two women in this room who would vouch for you.’
‘That was amazing,’ said Amy, shaking her head. ‘And I am so glad I did not have to answer that question.’
Mark leaned across to collect the dice from the board.
‘And on that curious note,’ he said, raising his eyebrows as he rolled the dice toward Cassian. ‘I think it’s your go, mate.’
Cassian re-rolled the dice and watched as it landed on a one.
‘Nice,’ said Amy, moving his totem onto a Strip square.
Cassian shook his head and glared at Mark.
‘See what you’ve done?’ he laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. Amy started to slowly clap as it came away, cheering as he pulled it off and let it fall beside him, his abs now hard, defined and very much on show.
He leaned forward, his muscles rippling as he picked up one of the little cards in his fingers.
‘Choose two players of the same sex, they must kiss in front of you, for one minute,’ he said, grinning.
Amy excitedly shuffled over to Emilia and took hold her of hand, squeezing it tightly and smiling at her with a palpable excitement.
‘You up for a snog, mate?’ he asked Mark, winking as their wives looked on in shock.
Mark feigned thinking about it, as though he was considering the merits, then appeared to make his mind up.
‘Not today pal, think I ate too much garlic earlier,’ he said, rubbing his stomach. ‘Maybe we should let the girls take this one.’
‘Shame, looks like it’ll have to be you two,’ he said, looking back at them and grinning.
Amy leaned in to Emilia immediately, but Cassian interrupted.
‘First however,’ he said, holding up a card he had produced from somewhere on his person. ‘Play this card when you wish. Choose a player, they must immediately remove another item of clothing.’
Amy’s eyes widened as he flicked his eyes toward her and tilted his head.
‘Off with the dress,’ he smiled.
Shaking her head, but unable to hold back her cheeky grin, she stood up, wobbling slightly on her feet, crossed her arms, gripping the hem of her figure hugging dress, and then pulled it up.
Beneath her bright red evening wear, Amy had been hiding a pair of black lace knickers, tightly fitted and shaped to her hips and a matching bra with a sheer lower hem and two neat frilly cups which contained her pert and sweet breasts.
Mark took a deep breath and smiled as he looked up at her and Cassian exhaled. He wasn’t able to hide his excitement any longer as his wife and Amy pressed their lips together. He watched as she sank down into his wife’s arms and embraced her.
It was beautiful.
Emilia felt dizzy as Amy’s soft lips met hers again, their tongues flitting back and forth as they melted into one another. It wasn’t just a kiss though, she could feel something between them, like a mutual amusement, as though they were sharing a joke, but a comfortable and wholesome one. She wasn’t sure how else to interpret it. It just felt wonderful and pure. As though they had known each other for a lifetime and this kiss meant nothing and everything.
‘Time,’ said Mark.
‘Fuck, he’s like the sex police,’ said Amy, pulling away from her and scowling.
Mark rolled the dice across the floor, where it landed on a five, laughing as he pressed on with the game.
Amy reluctantly moved his piece forward onto a square marked Kiss. She exhaled, almost grumpily.
‘So, now you have to choose someone, then roll the dice to see where they kiss you.’
‘I choose you,’ he said, nodding at her and catching her off guard. She had assumed he would choose Emilia, and she smiled warmly.
‘Roll, and let's see what happens.’
Mark shook the dice in the palm of his hands, and then rolled it towards Amy’s crossed legs. It bounced off her foot and came to a stop.
‘Cock,’ she said, covering her mouth.
Emilia giggled beside her.
Mark nodded and stood up, adjusting himself. Emilia watched his bulge grow as Amy shuffled towards him on her knees.
She knelt at his feet, then looked up at him with her bright wide eyes, placing the palms of her hands either side of his crotch and resting them against his muscle bound thighs.
He looked down at her and then stroked her cheek.
Emilia watched as Amy’s fingers crept across his boxers, then dipped inside and took hold of his cock.
Less than a week ago Mark had been inside her, in more ways than one, but it still seemed so naughty, as though she shouldn't be looking, but she couldn't help it. She couldn’t stop herself.
It was too exciting.
Amy slipped him out, pulling him through his fly opening, and now he was standing to attention for her. She played her fingers up and down the sides softly. Then she drew him down towards her lips, and pressed them against the tip, kissing him tenderly.
As she drew back, Emilia could see her mouth was glistening with his excitement.
She wanted him inside her again. Wanted him to fuck her like last time.
He sat back down, tucking himself away as Amy dabbed her lip with her finger and then sucked it onto her tongue.
‘Don't forget your card, sweetie,’ she nodded.
Mark laughed and leaned forward, picking it up and reading from it. ‘Slow dance with a player of your choice.’
He looked up and made eye contact with Emilia, who paled.
‘Me?’ she said.
Mark nodded, standing up again. Emilia could see that he was still hard, his boxers bulging. It was pretty clear that he no longer cared. He stepped forward and reached for her hand and she accepte
d. She felt like she was sixteen again and at her school prom.
She stepped over the board and Mark slipped his left arm around her, tucking it tight into the small of her back. His other hand grasped hers and held it out and up. Then he pulled her towards him and she gasped and tittered as she felt his bulge slide up against the front of her knickers.
He began to sway, moving her back and forth in time to the music.
At first she found it funny, but as he continued, holding her tight in his strong and firm arms, up close to his warm and broad chest, she began to relax and sink into him.
He felt safe.
She’d felt like this when they’d met, and shortly after they’d first danced together. Some instinctual part of her knew at the time that he was kind, and she felt that same feeling now. He was funny, awkward at times, and confident, but above all he was kind.
He could dance too.
She could tell that he was holding back though, there was an understated reticence to his movements, as though he was restraining the urge to embrace her more passionately.
To really dance with her.
It was intoxicating and she found herself feeling dizzy with lust.
As the timer came to an end, Emilia felt like she was coming out of a trance.
She looked up at him in a haze, and found him looking down at her, his kind eyes smiling at her with as much compassion and affection as his lips.
‘Thank you,’ she said quietly, leaning up and pressing her mouth against his, as she let her fingers linger on his hand for a moment longer than necessary. As she walked away she took a deep breath and closed her eyes again before sitting back down and crossing her legs.
‘I know you probably need a few minutes,’ said Amy, grinning mischievously. ‘But I’m playing this.’
Emilia looked over at her, still feeling dreamy and saw that she was holding a card in her fingers.
‘Keep this card and play it when you wish. Choose a player. They must touch themselves,’ she said, grinning at Emilia. ‘Whilst staring into the eyes of the person opposite them. If they haven’t already, they should not remove their underwear.’
Mark sat forward, grinning and Amy smiled as she saw his bulging underwear twitch at the thought of getting a one to one show from Emilia.
‘Oh wow,’ she said, laughing. ‘Oh gosh.’ Emilia closed her eyes and looked down. Then she covered her face with her hands.
She had never thought she would ever be doing something like this, but even though it was crazy and she felt embarrassed and shy, it felt safe.
She placed her hand in the gap between her crossed legs and looked over at Mark.
He wanted her, she could tell by the look on his face, and it thrilled her to her very core.
No other man had ever looked at her the way Mark did, except for Cassian.
To have two gorgeous men, lusting after her, both wanting her in the way they did was utterly overwhelming. But to have them both in the same room, at the same time, was almost paralysing.
She closed her eyes and felt her way down until her fingers pressed against her clit, outside the material of the lace, then very slowly she began to circle herself, as she opened her eyes.
Mark was handsome.
He was more than handsome. He was knicker-meltingly gorgeous. His eyes made her feel like he was stripping her naked and for a moment she remembered how it felt the first time he’d slipped inside her.
From behind.
His hand around her stomach.
She quickened her pace, remembering the sensation, imagining it again, the way she opened up for him.
How thick he was.
How he stretched her.
She was struggling to keep her eyes open.
As she kept on going at the same steady pace she felt herself getting more and more wet and aroused. His eyes stayed locked on hers as she continued, his kind smile hiding a burning passion.
She wanted him to rip off her clothes.
She started to speed up, and bit her lip. Glancing sideways she saw that Amy was watching her too. She wanted Amy’s mouth on her. And Cassian’s dick in her.
Without realising, she had pushed her knickers aside and had sped up.
She wanted them all.
Now.
Here.
Fuck.
She looked back at Mark, but she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.
She was going to come.
It was happening and she panicked, she hadn’t meant to. Not like this.
She opened her mouth but nothing came out, and then it crashed over her like a freak wave, soaking through her underwear.
She arched backwards, her mouth opening wider in a silent cry as she felt herself gushing onto her fingers.
She shuddered and then slumped forward, breathing hard and biting her lip as she drew her fingers away, still quivering and breathing erratically.
As she opened her eyes, she found them all staring at her.
Eyes wide.
Mouths open.
Smiling.
*
CHAPTER FOUR
‘WOW,’ SAID AMY. ‘You just came.’
Emilia began to shake her head in embarrassment. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, still trying to catch her breath.
‘Sorry? Why?’
‘I didn’t mean to,’ she said, her face glowing bright red. She squeezed her legs together, trying to cover up her underwear, ashamed of what had just happened.
‘Don’t apologise,’ said Amy, wide-eyed. ‘It looked incredible. You must’ve been right on the edge.’ She took a deep breath and sighed, wiping her mouth. ‘Holy shit. I want to come too.’
Emilia laughed quietly and then reached out for Cassian, who pulled her towards him and embraced her tightly in his arms. As they hugged, her breathing began to steady and she nuzzled into his neck. After a while she pulled back and kissed him on the lips, then shuffled back to her place.
‘Shall we keep going?’
‘Fuck yes,’ said Amy as she rolled the dice.
She watched as it tumbled further than she’d meant and came to a stop by Cassian’s knee.
‘One. Bugger.’
She picked up her little totem and moved it forward one place onto the Strip square.
All that remained of her clothes were her bra and knickers.
Cassian grinned, open mouthed, and leaned forward licking his lips.
‘Put your tongue away, Cass,’ said Emilia, without taking her eyes off Amy, who smiled and shook her head.
‘I don’t know why I’m embarrassed,’ she laughed, looking over at him. ‘You fucked me in the ass less than a week ago.’
‘And I’m hoping to do so again tonight,’ said Cassian. Emilia was surprised by his boldness.
Amy nodded and raised one eyebrow. ‘If you make it that far,’ she said, glancing down at the bulge in his jeans. ‘I might like that too.’
She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, then slid it forward, letting her breasts fall free, then she covered them up again, and laughed as she went red. After a moment she leaned in and picked up the next card in the deck with one hand.
She read it and then smiled, looking directly at Cassian.
‘How appropriate. Bend over the knee or lap of the player of your choice. They must spank your bare bottom for thirty seconds.’
Cassian looked stunned, as though his throat had seized up along with all the muscles in his body. Emilia looked down to see that his hand was shaking.
Amy noticed too and stood up, walking over to him and uncovering her breasts.
’Stand up, sweetie,’ she said, reaching out her hand.
He was looking up at her in a daze, and after a moment he took it and stood up beside her, towering over her short and lithe frame. Emilia often forgot how tall he was, to her she was just Cassian, but to most people he was quite intimidating.
To Amy, he felt positively overwhelming and she found she was shaking with anticipation as she led him
over to the sofa.
‘Sit down there,’ she instructed and he complied without saying a word.
Emilia glanced over at Mark who was watching with a cool and calm expression.
‘Lay me on your lap,’ she said quietly.
Cassian slid his hands around her waist and pulled her down and over his knees, holding his palm in the centre of her back as her legs lay out behind her, her feet pressing softly into the arm of the sofa. She looked back towards him and grinned as his eyes met hers.
‘Pull my knickers down,’ she whispered and jumped as she felt his member surge against her stomach.
He looked down at her bottom, still covered by her black lace underwear. Then he looked over at Emilia and then Mark, who raised his eyebrows and nodded.
He watched as goosebumps spread across Amy’s back like a wave. Then he hooked his fingers into the hemline of her knickers and slid them slowly down past her thighs.
Amy gasped and steadied herself, then she bit her lip and closed her eyes as Cassian raised his hand… and brought it back down.
Smack.
She moaned and Emilia wriggled with arousal as she watched.
Smack.
The beautiful redhead, sprawled out across her husbands knee moaned again, louder this time.
Smack.
She realised Amy was beckoning to her, and she moved over and took hold of the girl’s hand.
Smack.
Amy could feel Cassian’s cock growing and pushing into her stomach.
Smack.
‘Yes, harder,’ she said.
SMACK.
‘Oh fuck, yes. Kiss me,’ she said to Emilia, who didn’t hesitate. She leaned up and closed her lips over Amy’s and held her face tight.
Emilia felt the next one as Amy’s lips slipped away and she moaned and cried out.
She braced for another, but it never came. Amy opened her eyes and looked back.
‘Thirty seconds,’ said Mark, waving the timer and smiling.
‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ Amy was shaking.
‘Time’s up,’ he shrugged.
Amy slid off as Cassian let go, and lay on her side on the carpet, pulling up her knickers as she quivered, slowly recovering. After a moment she sat up.
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