‘No, you’re not weird. I think I get it. I love seeing you with Mark. When I see how happy you make him and how happy he makes you, it just fills me with this feeling of absolute joy. It’s so powerful that it’s almost addictive, I want to see more, to feel more and it’s because I love you and you love me and they love us. With your sister, that bond is even stronger. You want her to be happy and you want Cassian to be happy and the idea of them making each other happy, physically or emotionally, makes you happy.’
Emilia nodded, and reached out her hands for Amy’s who clasped them together tightly across her knees.
‘I just, I love you all so much,’ she said, laughing through her tears. ‘But I don’t want to be a doormat either.’
’No one thinks that. We love you.’
‘But I should be angry, that’s what I’m supposed to feel, right? My husband fucked my sister last night. Twice, apparently. And any minute now he’s going to walk through that gate and I think I’m supposed to feel physically sick with jealously and rage but instead I’m so excited for them both that I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. What’s wrong with me?’
‘You want my advice?’ said the lady next to them, leaning in with a thick American accent, surprising them both. ‘Life’s too short to spend it miserable. Find your own happiness, and then do whatever is in your power to make other people happy. That’s all that matters. You kids sound like you got a good thing going on. Don’t let other people tell you what should and shouldn’t make you happy. Only you get to decide that.’
Emilia and Amy blinked at the woman, their mouths wide open.
‘Thank you,’ said Emilia after a moment.
‘You’re welcome, is that your husband?’ the woman pointed behind them to where Cassian stood, suitcase in his hand, frowning in confusion.
They both stared and then a moment later they jumped up, running over towards him and wrapping their arms around him in their excitement. He lifted them up, one in each arm, embracing them tightly.
‘Hey pal,’ said Mark as he walked back over, carrying four coffee’s on a small tray. ‘Good to see you.’
Emilia kissed his face as he lowered her back down.
‘Alice told me,’ she whispered, grinning at him. ‘It’s okay.’
Cassian nodded and for a moment she thought she saw his eyes glisten and his throat bob as he took on what she’d said, but then it passed and he smiled with relief.
‘How was your flight?’ said Amy, stroking his hand in hers.
‘Good, bit noisy, but smooth. There was a rowdy group of embarrassing Brits drinking heavily, but by the time we were halfway here they’d mostly passed out.’
‘Is that them?’ laughed Mark, pointing.
A group of around fifteen bedraggled and miserable looking men and women were stumbling their way out through the doors, swearing and arguing with one another.
‘That’s them.’
‘Always a pleasure,’ said Mark, handing Cassian one of the coffees from the tray. ‘Milk and one sugar?’
He smiled and nodded. ‘Thanks mate.’
‘The villa is beautiful,’ said Emilia, holding his hand as she tried not to jump up and down. ‘You’re going to love it.’
‘She’s right,’ said Amy. ‘It’s our own little paradise.’
‘Did you Christen it last night?’
Mark laughed, as Emilia looked down at the floor in shame.
‘Fuck yes,’ said Amy, holding up her hand for a high five from her husband, who nearly lost the balance of the coffee tray in doing so. ‘Mark managed a two for one.’
Cassian looked confused and Amy stopped and whispered into his ear as his eyes widened.
‘I think I have a lot to live up to,’ he said, laughing.
‘You better,’ said Amy. ‘If Alice has worn you out I’m gonna be pissed.’
Cassian looked stunned.
‘Emilia told us,’ she said. ‘You cheeky fucker.’
‘Shall we get cracking?’ said Mark as Cassian looked on, grateful for the change of conversation. ‘Maybe you can recharge your batteries on route?’
‘Why?’
‘Because we’re all fucking in the pool when we get back,’ said Amy, laughing and walking ahead of them as Emilia burst into laughter.
*
Emilia stood naked on the warm tiles of the en-suite bathroom, the door back into their bedroom open wide with her suitcase exploded in the centre of the bed. She’d brought three different swimming costumes with her and she was struggling to decide which one to wear.
When they’d nervously agreed to meet Amy and Mark at the Aurora Spa back in Oxford, she’d taken her one piece along and whilst it had a nostalgic value it wasn’t the most flattering compared to Amy’s stunning and simple two piece that she’d worn that day. She smiled as she thought back to how beautiful she’d looked, elegant and bold, full of confidence and passion, with just a touch of vulnerability. It had reminded her of the fifties pin up illustrations that she loved so much. Those voluptuous and curvy women, flaunting their sexuality, but still shy and human beneath their glossy veneer.
The one piece was flattering, but it seemed less fun than her white two piece string bikini. She stepped into the bottoms and drew them up to her waist, tying off one side into a neat little quick-release bow, as she struggled to stem the already rising feelings of arousal at the idea of the four of them swimming together in their own private pool.
She was still struggling with her emotions, but she was determined to put it all behind her now and focus on enjoying herself, not just for her sake but for all of them.
She picked up the bikini top and looped it over her head, tying the back string tight and pressing her curvy breasts together at the same time. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled as she tied her long, thick blonde hair into a quick ponytail.
She loved her body. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers and she loved herself. It was something their mum had said often when they were little. The first person you should love is you. She turned, twisting her waist as she looked herself up and down.
This was the right one.
The one-piece was too conservative for this afternoon. She wanted to wow Cassian and remind him of the woman he married. He may have fucked her sister last night, but he was going to make love with her today and that was all that mattered.
She also wanted Mark to untie her string and do her under the water of the pool as Cassian watched. Maybe both of her men at the same time again, like the first time they’d all been together.
She was getting too excited.
Her mind was like a rollercoaster.
One step at a time.
She took a deep breath and bundled all of her clothes back into her suitcase, closing the lid and sliding it off the bed and back onto the floor. Despite her fastidious organisation at home, when she was on holiday she didn’t like to unpack, preferring instead to keep everything ready so she could leave at a moment’s notice. She didn’t really understand the compulsion, and presumed it was related to her anxiety, but she had long ago accepted it, not daring to look too close at the reasons, for fear of what she might find.
Standing up, she wrapped herself in a black lace sarong, and after another furtive glance in the mirror, she opened the door and stepped out onto the somewhat colder tiles of the corridor that ran through the centre of the villa.
She quickly found Cassian and Mark sharing a beer in the kitchen and as she walked in, she flicked her hair and swung her hips, enjoying the faces of both men as they were silenced by her entrance.
‘Hey,’ she said.
Mark coughed and then laughed, exhaling. ‘Hey, you look, erm...’
‘Like a Bond girl,’ finished Cassian, sipping his beer straight from the bottle.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows. ‘Thank you. Where’s Amy?’
‘Still getting ready,’ said Mark, grinning.
As soon as he spoke, Emilia heard a door close and Amy stepped
in behind her a moment later.
She was struggling to take her eyes off the men, their abs and muscles on show, dressed only in their black swimming shorts, but she peeled her eyes away to glance sideways and grinned as she saw a flash of red.
Amy was wearing a new bikini. It was flame coloured, with a gold ring that connected the separate triangles of her top, leaving a tantalising amount of cleavage on display which she couldn’t help looking at.
She looked stunning.
‘Shall we?’ she said, tipping her head sideways and then walking out of the room, followed by Emilia as the men’s eyes dropped.
Cassian downed his beer and almost slammed it onto the marble surface of the kitchen counter, then nodded, clapping his hands together as Mark grinned and winked, following them out.
The pool was almost cold as Emilia made her way down the steps and into the rippling, glistening water. She held tight onto Amy’s hand as it rose up closer and closer to her bikini bottom, making her feel dizzy and giddy, then as it became too much she let go and swam forward, submerging herself and pushing off into a gentle breast stroke toward the deep end. A moment later she heard Amy scream and then do the same, splashing behind her as she followed her in up to her neck.
As she reached the far end, she turned and rested against the side, embracing the little redhead as she drew near and kissing her softly on the lips.
‘It’s colder than it looks,’ she said, laughing as they held each other and floated in a slow circle.
Amy was about to respond when they heard running feet followed by the shadows of the two men leaping over their heads and crashing into the water, unleashing a tidal wave which splashed over and soaked the pair of them.
Cassian emerged first, slicking his hair back and wiping his eyes as he tread water, laughing and smiling at the shocked faces of his wife and her girlfriend. Mark emerged a few seconds later at the far end, having swum beneath the surface like a manta ray, gliding along the bottom of the pool before emerging into the sun, glistening with water droplets that seemed to roll off his skin in slow motion.
‘Fuck me,’ Emilia whispered under her breath.
Amy laughed. ‘I know right?’
‘Race you to the end,’ said Emilia suddenly, and immediately she kicked away from the wall and shot through the water at speed. A moment later, a startled Amy took off after her, giving chase.
‘Slow her down,’ she shouted to Cassian as she powered through the water. She laughed as he dipped under the surface and then leapt out like a shark, tackling his wife and dragging her down.
Amy shot by, with a clear run to the end but her victory was snatched when someone’s hand took ahold of her ankle and pulled her backwards.
She struggled, laughing as Emilia wrestled her in the water, splashing and fighting, holding each other back. Then the two of them slowed down and kissed, standing in the shallow end, a few feet from their watching and smiling husbands.
Amy’s hands slid up Emilia’s wet back as the blonde girl’s tongue pressed between her lips, her fingers squeezing into the cheeks of her bottom as they moaned into each other.
They kissed and floated, pressing their bodies together tightly as their hands and fingers ran wild with a sudden and urgent passion. The men looked at one another and then moved closer, Mark sliding his hands around his wife as Cassian did the same to Emilia.
They both turned at their touch and swam into their arms, kissing them deeply, the two girls backs pressed together, their feet and toes touching and curling as they drifted along the bottom.
Emilia could feel Cassian’s relief, his bulging shorts pressing into her crotch as they embraced, the warm water lapping around them as they bobbed and floated.
As her husbands arms slid down her back towards her bottom, Amy’s hand intercepted it.
‘Not so fast, cowboy.’
Cassian frowned, looking over his wife’s shoulder as she turned her neck.
‘I want to play a little game,’ said Amy. She raised her eyebrows and then lowered her hands beneath the water line, sliding them down over her hips and hooking her fingers into her bikini bottoms. She tucked her legs up in the water and slipped them off, raising them out of the water on one finger.
‘Em?’ she said, nodding downwards at her crotch below the surface.
‘You want me to take mine off too?’ she said, shocked.
‘Get ‘em off,’ said Amy, grinning.
Emilia stared and shook her head in disbelief as she looked from Amy to Mark and then Cassian. The two men shrugged.
She turned back and mock rolled her eyes, then somewhat reluctantly followed suit, undoing the string bow at her hip and sliding them off.
‘Throw them to me,’ said Amy. ‘Mark, grab the two life rings.’
Mark frowned, pushing away and swimming over to the edge and then launching himself out of the pool in a torrent of water before unhooking each life ring and throwing them in.
Amy grabbed the first and tied Emilia’s bottoms beneath it, hiding them as best as she could, and then she did the same with her own.
From the side, they were identical.
‘Ok, turn around,’ she said as Mark jumped back in. With them all facing away, she muddled them around to the stage where even she didn’t know whose was whose.
Finally she swam them both to the far end of the pool and hooked them onto the side so they floated and stayed put against the wall, bobbing up and down gently.
‘Ok. This is a three stage boys race to the finish. First stage, press ups. Fifty each.’
Mark laughed and looked at Cassian, who gave him his best, bring it on face.
‘Second stage is running, three laps of the garden,’ she nodded toward the patch of greenery adjacent to the pool.
‘Stage three is swimming. Three lengths each, but,’ she held up her hand and smiled. ‘You have to swim through both of our legs underwater, once per length.’
Emilia’s eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth and laughed.
‘Winner, has their choice of life ring, and a chance to have your way with one of us. Right here. Right now. Runner up, gets the best consolation prize in the world.’
Emilia was now bright red and buzzing with excitement.
‘Fuck yes,’ said Cassian, swimming towards the side. ‘Let’s do this.’
Emilia watched as he climbed swiftly up and out onto the side, heading towards a wide flat area of grass. A moment later Mark joined him. She drifted over towards Amy and the two of them swam closer, laying their arms flat on the edge of the pool to watch.
Cassian knelt down first, followed a moment later by Mark, who looked over at him with a piercing gaze.
‘Down we go,’ said Amy. ‘I’ll count for Mark, and Em will count for Cass.’
The two men dropped to the floor, arms in the ready position, poised with their backs straight, biceps bulging as they prepared for the challenge.
‘May the best man win,’ said Mark.
‘Oh, I will,’ laughed Cassian, winking.
‘Ready? Three, two, one. Go.’
Both of them dropped down simultaneously, noses touching the grass with each powerful dip.
‘One, two, three,’ shouted the girls in unison, yelling in their excitement.
Their strength was breathtaking and Emilia found it hard to concentrate, the idea that these two men were competing for their chance to make love to her and Amy was both primitive and utterly thrilling.
After another few lifts, Cassian was beginning to feel the strain and for a brief flash he glanced at Mark only to see absolute concentration on the man’s face. He was powering on, with ease.
The count began to diverge, with Emilia slowing down and dropping behind Amy.
‘Thirty one, thirty two,’ she said, each one slightly slower than the last as Amy continued on relentlessly following Mark’s steady pace.
As Amy approached the high forties, Cassian slowed right down and dropped to the floor with just eight to go as M
ark leapt up to a cheer from his wife and began his first lap around the garden.
‘Come on Cass,’ said Emilia, laughing but rooting for him. ‘Don’t give up on me now.’
Her support spurred him on and he glanced at the pair of them, hanging onto the side of the pool, naked from their waists down and grinned.
He powered through the final seven and burst up with a renewed energy.
Running was his forte.
He tore after Mark, adrenaline bursting through him as he skidded into the first corner and immediately picked up his pace again.
Emilia began to cheer, almost jumping out of the pool as he began to catch up with Mark’s steady, careful sprint.
As Cassian approached the second corner he skidded again but this time he lost his balance and slid down onto his side, losing valuable seconds as Mark tore on.
Back on his feet he scrambled forward into the second lap, struggling to maintain his grip and finally finding his pace again as Amy cheered Mark onward, jumping up and down in the water and proving to be quite a profound and beautiful distraction.
As the third lap commenced, Cassian was only a few feet behind Mark and the two girls shouted as he closed on him, now neck and neck as they headed towards the pool.
‘Oh shit,’ said Amy, grabbing Emilia’s arm and turning to face her in panic. ‘We need to be legs!’
Hurriedly as the two men dived in one after the other, the two girls swam to the middle and then stood like starfish under the water, laughing in fear as their husbands powered towards them.
Mark reached Amy first, squeezing through her little legs and pushing her up out of the water as he shot through, heading straight for Emilia next who squealed as he neared her, not even pausing to come up for breath.
Amy managed to get back into position just as Cassian grabbed her lower leg and thrust himself through, spinning her around and sending her crashing under again.
Emilia screamed as the huge bulk of her husband threw her up and aside, splashing her down under the water and fighting to right herself before leaping back up and cheering them on.
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