Cupcake

by Brianna Skylark

  He took a long breath as she lifted her face and looked around. Anna was curled up with Cole, his arm wrapped tight around her, her naked thigh across his midriff as the two of them slept soundly in the mid morning light.

  She looked back up at Tom, quizzically and he grinned.

  ‘Anna woke up in the night,’ he whispered. ‘She snuck out to the loo and when she came back, you had rolled over onto me, so she climbed in on the other side and got comfy.’

  Elsie giggled quietly and shrugged, laying her head back down and reaching out for his arm, wrapping it around her.

  Last night had been amazing. She loved making love with Alice, and last year… being fucked by Ben and Cole had been one of the most intense experiences of her life. But last night had been different.

  With Alice the sex was raw and dirty, it was who she was as a person.

  With Ben it felt as though it was all about her - and she wasn’t complaining.

  But with Tom and Anna, there was something sensual about the way they’d all made love. It was about all of them, being together. The electricity and the chemistry, the temptation and experimentation. It was tender.

  It didn’t feel like a one night stand either. It felt like the start of something, that could become more than just a friendship.

  Never have I ever… she laughed to herself quietly.

  ‘Last night was amazing,’ she whispered.

  Tom nodded, looking guiltily toward his wife, as though even speaking with her might somehow be a betrayal of trust, despite the fact that she was naked and curled up with another man. She admired his love for her, it was genuine and real.

  And it made her so unbelievably horny.

  She took a deep breath and grinned, and then started sliding her free hand down beneath the covers with a mischievous grin.

  She felt Tom’s body shake softly beneath her, his abs tightening as he gasped. ‘Shouldn’t we wait for them to…’

  Elsie ignored him and shuffled quietly down the bed. Then without any further hesitation, she guided his growing cock between her lips.

  She sucked him delicately at first, teasing him, playing with the tip, sliding her tongue over and around and then out as he hardened.

  He flopped back onto the pillow, freezing as he glanced to the side, but his wife was still asleep and she felt him pulse in her mouth as though the fear had nearly made him come.

  She felt his arm gripping her shoulder in panic as his body arched, her lips and tongue teasing him relentlessly as her fingers pumped, faster and faster.

  ‘Oh, shit,’ he moaned, already close, gripping her shoulder tighter as he tried to stop himself but Elsie kept going faster and faster, swirling his head against her tongue around and around, and then she took him deep into the back of her throat and stayed there.

  His hot seed spilled onto her tongue, making her grin as she swallowed him down. Then she pulled back, her mouth closed as she dabbed her glistening lip.

  Anna was awake.

  She looked at the pair of them - their guilty faces staring back - caught in the act, and laughed, shaking her head.

  ‘So naughty,’ she said, leaning forward and kissing Elsie, tasting her husband on her lips as the two of them fell into each other. As she pulled away Elsie looked into her eyes and blushed.

  ‘How did you sleep?’

  ‘Snugly,’ she laughed. ‘Did Tom tell you what happened?’

  Elsie nodded. ‘Sorry,’ she laughed. ‘I had no idea. He’s a good cuddler though.’

  Tom was still trying to catch his breath.

  ‘How about you?’ continued Anna.

  ‘Like a log,’ she laughed, and then she whispered. ‘Tom’s cock is amazing.’

  ‘I know,’ Anna laughed. ‘So is Cole’s. Don’t tell them though, they might become full of themselves.’

  ‘It’s our little secret,’ said Elsie, tapping her nose and kissing her on the tip.

  Cole was waking up now, the sound of their voices rousing him. ‘What time is it?’

  ‘Does it matter?’

  He thought about this for a moment, as he propped himself up on his elbows and then he shook his head and flopped back down.

  Elsie grinned, looking at Anna and smiling with red cheeks.

  ‘Thank you,’ said her new friend softly. ‘Last night was…’

  ‘Amazing?’ suggested Elsie. ‘The best sex you’ve ever had? An experience you want to repeat again and again?’

  Anna laughed. ‘All of those things. But seriously, what I’m trying to say is… I needed it and I’m really happy it was with you.’

  Elsie nodded and smiled. ‘Me too.’

  ‘So this wasn’t just a one night thing?’ said Anna, raising her eyebrows.

  Elsie shook her head. ‘Nope. You don’t get away that easy.’

  ‘Do you even know our last name?’

  Elsie burst out laughing. ‘Oh shit, no I don’t.’

  ‘Mrs Summers,’ she smiled, holding out her hand and trying to hold back her laughter.

  ‘You’re kidding,’ said Elsie, blushing with incredulity. ‘Summers and Winters?’

  Anna nodded. ‘Serendipity.’

  Elsie lay her head down beside Anna’s, inches from her nose as she smiled at her.

  ‘So… last night, during the game. There was one question that I’m still curious about,’ said Elsie as Anna frowned. ‘Specifically one of Tom’s.’

  ‘What did I say?’ he said, frowning and turning, now somewhat recovered.

  Elsie grinned as she rolled and flattened her naked body across him, delving into her side drawer as her breasts pressed against his chest and arm, returning with something that none of them could see.

  ‘Never have I ever…’ she paused as a blush spread across her face, whispering the next part. ‘Had anal sex.’

  Tom’s eyes widened and then Anna’s followed suit as Elsie produced a tiny bottle of lube from her palm.

  ‘Now?’ said Anna. ‘Right now?’

  Elsie nodded and shrugged as Cole swung his legs out of the bed, opening the curtains and looking out into the garden.

  ‘You don’t have to be home until mid morning,’ she glanced at the clock. ’That gives us three hours.’

  ‘It might be a bit more than that,’ said Cole, turning back from the view. ‘Look’s we might all be snowed in.’

  Anna’s face was a picture as she looked between them, the trepidation in her expression giving way to curiosity and then excitement as she considered the idea, a half grin settling across her cheeks as her chest flushed with taboo.

  ‘Who first?’ she said softly.

  ‘I was thinking you, and then… we swap. I mean, Tom’s had his way with every other part of me…’

  Anna’s husband’s eyes almost burst out of his sockets as he heard this, his soft wet cock hardening again almost immediately.

  ‘Ok,’ she said, smiling and nodding with excitement. ‘Where do you want me?’

  ‘Lay down,’ Elsie nibbled her bottom lip and squirted some of the lube onto her fingers as Anna’s eyes grew wide. She rubbed her hands together to warm them up as her friend lay down, then she passed the bottle to Cole, watching as he walked round from the window and up behind her.

  Elsie leaned forward, sliding her finger gently between Anna’s cheeks as Tom watched unblinking, then she grinned as her girl gasped.

  ‘Be gentle,’ she said, looking at her husband in the morning light.

  ‘We will,’ said Elsie, grinning as she slowly pushed inside.

  Anna gasped… and Elsie smiled.

  THE END

  The adventures of Elsie and Cole will be continued in Peach: A Penthouse Swingers Party out later this year.

  If you enjoyed Cupcake, keep reading for a sample chapter from Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story, the first book in the #1 bestselling Erotic Swingers series.

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  BE WITH US - SAMPLE CHAPTER

  THE SUN SHONE down a little too warm as Emilia relaxed on the wooden lounger in her back garden. Her sandals were off, her feet were stretched out, and her legs were ever so slightly apart. Half an hour ago she had returned home from her shift at the hospital and changed into a short floaty skirt and a shoestring camisole top. She’d thought about her outfit very carefully and she was feeling very kinky. Little shivers of arousal were travelling through her like electricity.

  It was spring, and it was quiet. Occasionally she could hear the sound of birds flitting between the branches of the cluster of trees that bordered their fence, the only barrier between her and the normally busy road beyond. She listened nervously and felt a small tingle of apprehension as her neighbours patio door slid open, closely followed by the quiet footsteps of Josie, their mousy and friendly neighbour as she made her way into her own garden. After a few tense moments Emilia could make out the snip-snip of shears as Josie began to tend to her roses.

  She had been thinking about her risqué plan for a while, inspired after she’d read a racy scene in one of her naughty books and had finally managed to build up the courage to see what it would feel like. Her husband wouldn't be home for an hour, so she had plenty of time. But now as she was readying herself, she was starting to feel silly and on edge. If she didn't do it now, she thought to herself with a little tingle of excitement, then she might never have the courage to try it again.

  She lay still, savouring the anticipation and then delicately rolled up the edge of her top, laying her hands flat on her stomach and looking around as her fingers lightly traced the contour of her belly. Tingling with excitement, she picked up her e-reader from the decking and swiped to unlock. It was already on the right page.

  Her sister, Alice had recommended the book to her over a year ago. Emilia had initially balked at the idea of reading an erotic historical romance, but the seed had been planted in a repressed and shameful part of her mind and there it had blossomed. As she had become more curious she had ordered herself a little e-reader, and (with a fake email address) she had bought a copy online.

  The Paramour was set in the lonely highlands of Scotland and centred on the unconventional love between the Duke, the Duchess Elizabeth and her best friend, the Countess Victoria. If she had bought this book as a paperback, it would have been ruined, battered and crinkled by now. She had read this particular chapter so many times that she knew it almost by heart, often recounting a little of it under her breath during quiet moments on her shifts.

  It wasn't just the thought of the book that had inflamed her, not entirely. It was the thought of what she planned to do to herself as she read it. Every two weeks her and her husband Cassian’s work patterns left her with a whole hour to herself, and she would often come home, sneak up to their bedroom and have a little sensual alone time, and this week she was going to do so outside, with the sun warming her face.

  What had aroused her so much though, was the thought that one of her neighbours in the houses that overlooked their garden might glance down from a first floor window or peek quietly through a hole in the fence and see her. It was the thought of being watched as she touched herself; a willing participant in an act of voyeurism. She was turned on by the fear and the guilt of being caught. It made her feel surprisingly giddy.

  She’d never done it outside before and she found herself feeling like a young girl again, discovering her body for the first time. She’d never touched herself beyond the confines of her own bedroom before, and for weeks the idea had been preoccupying her thoughts.

  She tried to settle herself down, and began to read, her breathing already uneven and shallow, her hands trembling.

  The Duke was stood by the hearth of the manor, stoking a roaring fire which blazed from the coals as a storm swept down through the moor and battered the old stone building. On the chaise-longe opposite him, huddled under a thick blanket were the wet through figures of the Countess and the Duchess, stripped down to their petticoats, warming themselves before the roaring flames.

  As she read, she slipped the tips of her fingers underneath the waistband of her skirt and into her knickers. She started slowly, circling herself with a single fingertip, her movements steady and subtle.

  She read on as Elizabeth stroked Victoria’s knuckles beneath the large blanket, and then moved her hand down to her friends naked thigh.

  Emilia closed her eyes, picturing the scene, whilst running her wet fingers down to her opening and back up to her clit.

  Beneath the blanket by the fire, the shy and retiring Victoria had found herself electrified at the touch of her friend, and after some gentle exploration was now slowly unlacing Elizabeth’s petticoat strings as her hands explored between Victoria’s thighs.

  Emilia quickened her pace, pushing her fingers inside and arching her head back, her eyes closed as she pleasured herself.

  The e-reader fell aside, but it didn't matter, she knew the story well enough that she didn't need it. She pictured Elizabeth’s fingers making their way up Victoria’s thigh, finding the edge of her under garments and slipping inside them. She saw in her mind as the Duke stood up and made his way over to the two women, throwing aside the rug and revealing their secret and illicit affair.

  Her underwear was getting wet and she pushed it down past her bottom and let out a quiet involuntary moan, and then blushed and froze as she wondered if Josie might’ve heard.

  As she started again, she found she was picturing herself as Elizabeth the Duchess as the strong arms of the Duke picked her up and handled her like a doll, positioning her against the tall edge of the chaise-longe, his trousers falling aside and his thick member searching and then slipping into her from behind.

  Emilia’s fingers were deep inside herself now, her movements no longer subtle or quiet, if anyone was looking out of their window they would see her playing with herself, and the thought made her quicken. She felt herself beginning to climax, her eyes fluttering open and looking around anxiously as her mouth let out another soft moan. Her fingers worked quickly against her clit, and for a fleeting moment she thought she heard Cassian calling her name.

  She suddenly felt ashamed and guilty at the thought of her husband catching her thinking about another man, her fingers between her thighs. Then to her surprise she felt a rush of arousal as she pictured him in the room with them, seeing her bent over the chair, the Duke thrusting into her and filling her with his seed, knowing that Cassian would be next in line to have her, to claim her.

  The thought of her husband watching her with the Duke caught her off guard and she felt a blush rise up past her neck as her whole body quivered. Her spine arched and she started to cum, her fingers deep inside her pussy… and then she could hear Cassian calling for her.

  He was in the house, he had come home early, but it was too late now. She had passed the point of no return. She gripped the edge of the wooden lounger as she climaxed and tried to stifle the moan escaping her lips, her mouth wide and her eyes screwed shut as she bent forward.

  Now the conservatory door was opening and she could hear him stepping onto the decking as she collapsed back down onto the lounger, her fingers still inside herself, twitching and pulsing.

  ‘Em, you okay? You asleep?’

  ‘Huh?’ she managed, her chest still shaking from the orgasm. Her lips were dry and she was breathing erratically. She rolled away sideways and slid her hand back out of her skirt, smoothin
g herself down and trying to catch her breath.

  ‘No, just dozing,’ she said, her whole body still throbbing. ‘Could you put the kettle on?’

  ‘Sure,’ he said, turning back towards the kitchen and buying her a few more seconds to recover.

  ‘How was your day?’ she asked as he came back and stood beside her, leaning down to kiss her glistening forehead as the low whistle of the boiling water began to build.

  ‘Interesting. James handed in his notice.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘Yeah, he’s moving over to Integen,’ he said, sitting down on the lounger next to hers. ‘Tom’s putting him on gardening leave.’

  ‘When he’s going?’

  ’Two weeks.’

  ‘But that’s before-‘

  ‘Yeah I know,’ he raised his eyebrows in dismay and lay back. ‘You okay? You’re sweating.’

  ‘I'm fine, just a little warm.’

  ‘How was your shift?’

  ‘Good, I had a nice old man with a hip dislocation who was telling me all about his wife and his mistresses, that was very entertaining,’ she said, taking a deep, uneven breath. ‘And a pretty young girl who works on a cruise ship as a singer and she had a few interesting stories to tell. People are very naughty on cruise ships. She was telling me that there are whole cruises for swingers.’

  ‘Oh, really?’ said Cassian.

  ‘Yep, she worked on one for six months. She got quite used to turning down invitations from older couples to join them in their cabins.’

  ‘Oh,’ said Cassian, smiling.

  ‘Sounded quite exciting to me,’ said Emilia. ‘Other than that, it was a quiet day. Although the MRI scanner broke down, so that’s going to create a backlog for a few days.’