Come With Us

by Brianna Skylark

  ‘Stop worrying, I’ll look after you. I always will.’

  *

  The stars shone brightly above as the two men stood up and held out their hands, inviting their wives to stand and join them. Their dinner finished, their plates empty, their glasses dry.

  Emilia rose first, nervously yet gracefully taking Cassian’s hand and swinging her legs around and off the little wooden chair.

  Amy smiled, dabbing her lips as Mark bowed to her and grinned.

  ‘This is so beautiful,’ she said as he led her across the grass, through the hundreds of candles marking their path as they followed Cassian and Emilia toward the bed.

  Emilia was shaking as she stood next her husband, turning to see Amy’s smiling face as Mark took her around to the other side, his arm tucked tightly round her waist. Together, the two men parted the makeshift surround and opened their arms high to allow the girls to enter their little romantic retreat.

  Amy ducked down and stepped through, turning as Mark followed and taking hold of his face in her palms, pulling him forward and falling backwards onto the bed as they kissed.

  Emilia giggled as they rolled around together, kissing and running their arms over each other. She watched with excitement as Amy began to pull at Mark’s dinner jacket, untying his bow tie with both hands and then falling back onto the bed, laughing playfully.

  She was so beautiful that it made her heart ache. She reached out for her now, her fingers splayed wide as she lay flat, Mark kneeling between her thighs, trying to shake his jacket off onto the grass behind him. His shirt was partially unbuttoned and his bow tie was slung loosely around his neck.

  ‘Come help us,’ said Amy, laughing. ‘We need you.’

  Emilia smiled and looked to Cassian who nodded his approval. Slowly she walked around behind Mark, reaching out and pulling his jacket away from his arms and then kissing him softly as he turned to look up at her.

  She ran her hand up his chest, across the inside opening of his shirt and as she reached his neckline she took hold of his loose bow tie and wrapped it between her fingers.

  As she was holding the soft silk material against her skin an idea came to her, she smiled and flashed her eyes at Cassian as it ran through her mind like a dirty reel at an old cinema. She stifled a giggle and beckoned for her husband to come closer.

  He walked over as the other two watched with curiosity and she ran her hands up his chest, feeling the definition of his abs hidden beneath the soft material of his shirt.

  Then in one swift and sudden motion, she pulled the end of his bow tie and unravelled it, sliding it away from around his neck until it came off entirely.

  Holding both strips of silk in her hands she turned and looked at Amy, whose eyes widened. She sat up quickly, a look of excitement on her face as Emilia began to slowly unwind both ties.

  ‘Take off her dress,’ she said quietly, not breaking eye contact with her as the men both grinned.

  They knelt forward on the bed, Cassian pulling her upright as he shuffled around behind her, Mark raising her arms up as she knelt between them. Then Cassian rolled her dress up around her thighs, sliding it softly over her skin, pushing it up as she kissed her husband, slowly revealing the secret red lingerie beneath.

  She pulled away from Mark’s lips as Cassian now pulled the dress up and over her face and then she was free of it, and she wrapped her arms around her handsome husband and kissed him hard as Cassian sandwiched her between them, sliding his hand down her back and over her bottom, squeezing it tight against the intricate lace.

  ‘Lay her back,’ said Emilia as she walked around the side of the bed, circling them slowly. ‘Hold out her arms.’

  Amy breathed in and out sharply and unevenly with excitement as her two men took control of her body from her, laying her back and taking one arm each as Emilia walked slowly round the back of the headboard.

  She licked her lips as she took Amy’s hand in her own, running her index finger softly around her palm in a little circle before slipping Cassian’s soft silk bow around her wrist until it was firm and tight.

  Amy watched with rising excitement as Mark ran his free hand up her inner thigh, making her squirm and wriggle with delight against their firm grip.

  With a slow and commanding confidence, Emilia tied the remaining tie to the bed frame in a quick release bow, leaving Amy able to free herself, but otherwise immobilised.

  As she tightened the little knot, she leaned down and kissed her, Amy rising up to meet her lips urgently, then she moved over to the other side and relieved Cassian, taking hold of her girlfriend’s little wrists and tying her other hand in place.

  ‘Oh fuck,’ whispered Amy, barely able to contain herself, writhing against her soft restraints and biting her lips. She looked up at Emilia, standing above her head and smiling mischievously and then she looked down at their husbands as they began to undress.

  She had never felt more electrified and erotic, her whole body felt like it was tingling in anticipation of their touch. Taking away her control had made her feel so alive, and yet utterly vulnerable. She was entirely at their mercy.

  It was like the annual house of horror tour she loved so much. She was scared, intensely turned on, but completely safe.

  Amy sensed movement behind her - a faint swish of satin - then Emilia’s hands came down either side of her face, placing her black silk belt softly over Amy’s eyes.

  ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes,’ as Emilia tied the makeshift blindfold off behind her head, her fingers teasing the back of her neck, unleashing goosebumps and making her buck and twist.

  Now she was completely helpless, she couldn’t see and she couldn’t touch. All she could do was wait and with every passing second her arousal and anticipation built. She could feel how wet she was as she moved and it only served to make her feel more desperate for their touch.

  Emilia stood smiling at the two men kneeling on the bed either side of their sweet little red haired goddess. They were both looking to her now, waiting for their next instruction. The power was intoxicating. She walked around the side of the bed frame and their eyes followed her until she stood at the end and beckoned them forward.

  Taking their cue they both stood up, standing either side of her. She turned towards Cassian and pressed her lips against his, sliding her hand up against his throbbing cock through the thin material of his trousers. As she stroked him, she reached back and found Mark’s member easily, pushing hard against her as he kissed her neck and ran his hands around her hips.

  As they touched, she glanced down at Amy, tied to the bed, writhing as she waited. She didn’t want to keep her waiting long, but a little longer wouldn’t hurt.

  Mark’s fingers found the zip of her dress and hurriedly undid it as Cassian helped slide it off over her shoulders. As the two men worked, she undid their belts, turning as she slipped Cassian’s away and kissing Mark hard as she undid his.

  Cassian’s cock pushed against her ass as Mark squeezed her forward and together they moved as one, like a wave. Then she held up her hand and placed a single finger against her lips. The two men stood back, naked and glistening in the moonlight as they admired her and Amy, looking back and forth at their matching lingerie, noticing the lack of crotch material and grinning at the beauty and wonder before them.

  Slowly, commanding the same power she held before, she looked across at her girlfriend and smiled.

  Amy felt a weight press down on the bed just beneath her legs and she drew them together instinctively, twisting in her restraints as she giggled and licked her lips. Her skin felt like it was prickling and ultra sensitive, waiting for the tiniest and most delicate touch of skin on skin.

  Slowly she parted herself once more, forcing her thighs apart, fighting her instincts, and biting down on her lower lip as she arched her back, writhing and desperate.

  ‘Oh fuck, touch me, someone touch me,’ she whispered.

  She felt the person move again, she couldn’t tell if it was
Mark or Cassian, or perhaps it was Emilia? She didn’t know what to expect. They were all silent. She listened to see if she could hear breathing or rustling, but there was nothing.

  She then felt the most delicate contact against her warmth and her whole body surged.

  One of her two men thrust inside her, but she couldn’t tell who. She thought it could be Mark for a moment, but as whoever it was kept going they seemed to go deeper than he ever had before and she wondered if it was Cassian.

  He felt thicker than usual though, stretching her like Mark always did. They thrust again and she cried out in pleasure and then she moaned as someone’s mouth closed over her nipple. She tried to reach down and grab their head, to feel their hair so she would know who it was, but her restraints held her back. Their lips felt soft like Emilia’s and for a moment she felt something course like stubble and she sensed it could be Cassian, which made her think that Mark was actually inside her.

  Her body felt like a chaotic firework display, exploding at each touch and each pulse. Then Emilia’s soft lips pressed against her own and she saw stars.

  She came hard and suddenly, moaning into her girlfriend’s mouth. Her whole body twitched and quivered, her legs writhing as she pulled against the silk ribbons, rattling the headboard as the orgasm rushed through her.

  The man inside her slowed down as she squeezed him, waiting patiently as she came down, her movements slowing and her body relaxing. Then as she lay there, catching her breath, they pulled out.

  She felt the weight leave the bed, bouncing softly as they swapped positions. Suddenly Emilia was pulling her wrists together and one of the two men was rolling her onto her front and sliding her legs apart so she was laying flat.

  Then nothing.

  She let out a deep heaving sigh, uneven and shallow as she waited with breathless anticipation.

  Then she felt warmth against her bottom and she rose up off the mattress, feeling hands pushing her back down and parting her.

  Emilia’s hands.

  She turned her head, snapping backwards in a futile effort to see, but the blindfold was sealed tight, and all she was could see was darkness and drifting white specks like stars in the night sky.

  Emilia held her tight, one sweet little bum cheek in each palm and then Amy shook as she sensed the warmth of her face as it drew closer.

  Her hot breath.

  Her mouth.

  Her tongue.

  There.

  She moaned out loud as she felt the tip press against her forbidden hole, making her slick and wet as the soft lips of her girlfriend slipped back and forth against her button. Then a moment later she felt a lithe finger slide inside her pussy, filling her up and pleasuring her gently as she continued to lap.

  It was as though she was preparing her, lapping and making her slick. Making her as wet as possible before...

  Emilia pulled away.

  ‘Oh fuck,’ cried Amy, writhing and moaning now, begging. ‘Someone fuck me, please.’

  She knelt up on all fours and parted herself, wiggling back and forth, desperate to be penetrated. Then strong hands pulled her back down until she was flat again.

  Then he was on top of her, and again she didn’t know who, and Emilia was next to her face.

  ‘Can you tell who it is?’ she whispered. Amy shook her head from side to side.

  ‘How about now?’

  The man’s cock pressed hard against her tight little opening, one hand against her hip, the other on her back, holding her down and in her place.

  He was struggling against her, she was tighter than usual, not as slick as she would be with lube, and she felt whoever it was surge as they pushed and pushed.

  ‘Keep going,’ she moaned, willing them to push harder as she held firm, pushing back, trying to relax.

  Then suddenly she felt that now familiar sensation of herself opening up like a flower, stretching out and then the satisfying pop as their cock slid past her dark opening and up, deep inside her.

  It felt like Mark, but she wasn’t sure. They felt thick like him, but they also felt longer somehow, harder and more ridged.

  The sensations were more intense than ever before, more filling and more powerful. She held on tight to Emilia’s hand as she moaned

  He pushed all the way into her now as she cried and shook, gripping hold of the metal frame with her free hand as she writhed, a part of her desperate to know who was fucking her, and another naughtier part of her excited that she didn’t.

  ‘Spank me,’ she begged and a second later she felt the sting of a man’s palm against her backside.

  ‘Again,’ this one stung even more and she yelped in pleasure as the pain seared through her skin making her eyes well up with tears behind her silk blindfold.

  ‘Make me cum again,’ she begged as he continued to thrust, then a second later she felt fingers against her clit. Emilia’s fingers. She could tell them apart so easily, hers were soft and small, delicate and gentle in contrast to the thick hands of the men.

  She cried out in pleasure as the intensity of the combined sensations crashed through her like lightning forking through the night sky. Now someone was near her face, stroking her lips with their thumb. She darted her mouth forward and sucked on it, then pulled away and looked up.

  A moment later and to her surprise, she felt their cock sliding against her tongue.

  Thick and wet and hard, it slid through her opening, filling her mouth completely as she took them in.

  The sensation was too much.

  She could feel them pulsing gently and for a moment she thought it tasted like Mark, salty and sweet as she swallowed his pre-cum. Then a hand stroked her hair and he thrust forward gently into her throat as she opened wide.

  She had one man in her ass and the other in her mouth as her girlfriend’s fingers stimulated her clit. She wanted them both to explode inside her, to fill her with their seed as Emilia took care of her pussy.

  As he slid back out she begged.

  ‘Cum inside me, both of you, please.’

  They slid back in deeper this time and she held back tears of pleasure as her man’s cock filled her mouth, sliding back and forth as she helped, pushing him deeper as she leaned forward.

  Her ass felt full, her throat felt full and for a brief fleeting moment she wished that Emilia could be inside her too.

  Then the man in front of her seemed to tighten, his cock bulging and twisting in her mouth. Then he buckled and came, shooting rope after rope of warmth onto her tongue.

  The sticky sweet and salty taste overwhelmed her senses as her other man bucked and thrust and came in her ass.

  And over the edge she went.

  Her whole body tingled as she saw stars. It felt as though she was floating away as she collapsed down onto the bed, the weight of the man on top of her pushing all of the wind out of her.

  Then he rolled off and she lay still, breathing and shuddering with happiness.

  ‘That was incredible,’ she whispered. ‘Oh my goodness, oh fuck.’

  ‘You okay?’ said Emilia, close to her ear as she slid the blindfold away.

  She looked up to find Cassian smiling at her, and then she turned to see Mark behind her and she laughed, shaking her head.

  ‘I had no idea,’ she breathed. ‘No idea. That was amazing.’

  She collapsed back onto the pillow and closed her eyes, her body slowly recovering as Emilia stroked her hair. She felt her two men lay down beside them, one laying one way, one laying the other.

  After a little while, Emilia whispered in her ear. ‘Why don’t we give them a little show?’ she said, undoing her restraints and pulling her up, kissing her lips as she did so and tasting Cassian’s seed there.

  ‘I’d like that,’ said Amy, grinning and embracing her. ‘I want to make you squirt again.’

  Emilia nodded enthusiastically and Amy kissed her hard as the two men sat back and watched.

  Amy pressed the flat of her palm against Emilia’s chest and pus
hed her back down onto the bed, pinning her legs down and sliding her lingerie off, revealing her breasts and her flat stomach, then her pussy and her ass. She bundle it up tight and threw it towards her husband who caught them and laughed.

  Before Emilia could even react, Amy’s fingers were sliding inside her soaking wet parting and curling upwards.

  Cassian sat up and grinned as his wife’s head shot backwards, listening to her moan and hearing how wet she was as her girlfriend’s fingers slipped in and out.

  Amy worked fast and Emilia’s hand’s shot out and gathered up the duvet as she gripped it tight, her eyes screwed closed and her mouth open wide as she arched her back.

  ‘Oh my fuck,’ she cried as Amy’s smooth, agile and rigid fingers pounded up against her g-spot, her pussy slick with arousal as she bounced her hips up and down.

  Mark sat up as Amy lay down on her front, pushing Emilia’s thighs apart as she pressed her tongue against her lips and began to lick her up and down, swirling around her clit with such intensity and passion that she began to shake.

  Emilia could feel it again, that strange sensation, that pressure building up inside of her, looking for a way out as Amy’s fingers coaxed it along. As though each pulse of her fingers was pumping her and making her fuller and fuller.

  She opened her eyes and saw both Cassian and Mark staring wide eyed at her, looking down between her legs where Amy was and she felt strangely self-conscious.

  She went bright red and closed her eyes again, feeling ashamed and aroused at the same time, but it was too late to stop. She had passed the point of no return, and she didn’t want to anyway.

  Not a chance.

  She let it build for longer this time, let the crescendo heighten, the wave grow and grow and then as Amy’s fingers pushed harder and harder, she let go.

  And relaxed.

  It was like her whole body was sinking into the bed, as though it was made of warm jelly, cocooning and cushioning her slowly.

  She felt that same warmth spreading out from inside and she heard Amy gasp and laugh and the sound of a gentle gush of fluid.