Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story (Erotic Swingers Book 1)

by Brianna Skylark

  ‘No, have you?’ he said.

  ‘No.’

  He continued to move his hands down her body towards her ass, his favourite play zone.

  ‘What about checking out other girls?’ she said.

  ‘Is this what we’re gonna do tonight? We’re gonna fight?’

  ‘No,’ said Emilia. ‘Stop teasing, we’ve been together since school. I'm the only girl you've ever slept with. You’ve never once thought about shagging another woman?’

  Cassian hesitated and Emilia grinned.

  ‘You have, haven't you?’

  ‘There’s a huge difference between attraction and acting on attraction,’ he said carefully. ‘I have seen and met other women and thought they were attractive, but I haven't asked them for their number. What's this about?’

  ‘What if we’re missing something?’

  ‘Like Sunday afternoon blowjobs?’

  ‘Shut up, what if I'm not the best shag you’ll ever have? What if there's some other girl out there that would fuck your brains out and leave you begging for more?’

  ‘I'm literally on top of you right now, naked, hard and thinking about how to get you in the mood for round two. What more do you want, Em?’

  ‘So why did your mind go straight to Alice when I asked?’ said Emilia.

  ‘Because you asked a stupid question, so you got a stupid answer.’

  ‘That's not fair,’ she said, this wasn't going how she’d wanted it to.

  Cassian stayed silent, moving his hands back up to her shoulders.

  After a while, he spoke again, carefully.

  ‘Do you want to sleep with other people?’ he said.

  ‘Do you want to?’ said Emilia.

  ‘No, you answer my question. I already answered yours,’ he said.

  Emilia stayed quiet, then shifted her weight and reached behind her, blindly searching until she found her husbands cock and began to gently roll it between her thumb and forefinger.

  ‘Maybe,’ she said in a whisper.

  Cassian twitched in her grasp. He tightened his own grip on her shoulders and squeezed as he rocked his hips back and forth against her ass.

  ‘Do you have someone in mind?’ he said, curious and a little hurt.

  She shook her head from side to side quickly.

  ‘No, I don’t mean like that.’

  Cassian was confused now, somewhere between feeling jealous and upset, and surprisingly, incredibly turned on.

  ‘Would you like to be fucked by another man?’ he said.

  Emilia felt his cock harden as he spoke.

  She said nothing, petrified of answering. Then quietly, barely more than a whisper.

  ‘Yes,’ she nodded. ‘But not without you there.’

  Cassian felt a flood of emotions rush through his body, it felt like his whole being was tingling and surging, almost like panic, as though his nervous system had just dumped a dose of adrenaline into his chest, stomach and face.

  It felt exciting, but there was an unmistakable feeling of jealously there too, something he hadn't felt in many years.

  Emilia slowly wrapped her fingers one at a time around his cock and began to slide up and down, then she slid her legs apart just an inch. In response, Cassian ran his fingers along her inner thigh, slowly teasing his way up.

  Emilia buried her face in the pillow and let out a slow moan as his fingers brushed against her wet lips. She couldn't believe what she had said, but it felt liberating to say it. His finger circled her clit from behind and she felt a powerful tingle inside her body.

  Cassian’s chest felt like it might explode, as though he was about to jump out of a plane.

  He leaned forward and moved his body in line with hers, and whispered into her ear.

  ‘I’d like to watch you get fucked by another man,’ he said, as he slid his cock inside her.

  Emilia’s whole body tensed as another orgasm started from deep within. It was like an eruption, as though a dam had burst, rushing and building and flooding and overcoming her, and in that moment of ecstasy, feeling him penetrate her, she shuddered and came.

  Cassian felt her contracting around him, squeezing him tightly with her pussy, and he slid back out of her again, giving her a moment to recover.

  She buried her face in the pillow, a little embarrassed by what she had said and by how quickly she had orgasmed. After a while her breathing returned to normal, and she plucked up the courage to roll over and look at Cass.

  His eyes were closed and he was smiling, she leaned in and kissed his lips.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I got carried away.’

  ‘Don’t be sorry,’ said Cassian, opening his eyes. ‘I enjoyed it, it’s nice to hear what turns you on.’

  ‘It doesn’t just turn me on though,’ said Emilia.

  Cassian stroked her hair and ran his fingers down her cheek, then frowned.

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘It’s not just a heat of the moment thing,’ she said. ‘I’ve been thinking about it a lot.’

  ‘Ok,’ said Cassian, nodding. He could feel himself tensing up, as though Emilia might be about to break up with him.

  ‘I love you,’ she said. ‘And it’s not that you’re not enough. It’s not that at all. You’re more than enough.’

  She paused, trying to think of an analogy.

  ‘It’s like having too much food on my plate. I want to share you. Share us, with someone else.’ Emilia felt like she was finally piecing a puzzle together in her mind.

  Cassian kissed her forehead as she continued.

  ‘I want to share all of this,’ she said. ‘It’s so wonderful what we have, I can’t explain it any other way. I’m not even sure that it’s possible to articulate. It’s like a feeling, a throbbing sensation in my chest, and I want to burst when I think about it. I want to share and be shared.’

  ‘That sounds good,’ he said.

  ‘Really?’ she sat up in bed, her breasts distracting Cassian’s eye, making him smile.

  ‘Yes, it makes sense,’ he said. ‘But we’ve never been with anyone else before, just each other. If we do this, and we find someone to explore this with, there’s no going back. We can’t undo it. I don’t want to lose you.’

  ‘That’s just it, you won’t lose me. Even if I’m watching you fuck another woman and suddenly I’m overwhelmed with jealously, I will forgive you and I will forgive myself.’

  Cassian kissed her again. ‘I know you would. But we shouldn’t rush this. If it’s really what you want then we should talk about it when we’re not in bed together. When there’s no expectation of sex.’

  ‘Is this something you want though, Cass? If it isn’t then we won’t talk about it again’ she said, serious all of sudden. She held his hand as he tried to stroke her face again.

  ‘I need some time to think about it.’

  He grabbed her and started kissing her face, her nose, her ears, her hair and her lips as she giggled, and before long, they were making love again.

  *

  They both had the following morning off together and had slept in a little later than usual. Cassian had woken first and headed off downstairs and a short while later, as Emilia dozed she was roused to the smell of freshly baked croissants and a cup of coffee.

  Cassian had brought it all through on a tray and set it out on the bed before her.

  ‘Oh my goodness,’ she said, rubbing her eyes. ‘This smells amazing.’

  He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead as she yawned and sat up.

  ‘Oh gosh, hang on, I need a wee,’ she said, pushing the covers aside but being careful not to knock over the coffee. Standing up, still naked and barefoot from the night before, she rushed into the en-suite, swinging the door closed behind her.

  ‘Did you mean what you said last night?’ she said, calling out from the toilet.

  ‘What did I say last night?’

  ‘Don’t,’ she said. ‘You know what I’m talking about.’

  Ca
ssian didn’t reply and a moment later, Emilia finished up and came out of the little room.

  As she walked back to the side of the bed, she saw that Cassian was smiling at her, but his eyes looked serious.

  ‘Yes, I meant it,’ he said. ‘But I did say I needed more time to think about it.’

  ‘Wouldn’t you be jealous though?’

  Cassian hesitated, looking into her eyes.

  ‘Yes, in a way,’ he said after a while. ‘But, I trust you, and I love you and that wouldn’t change.’

  She sat down on the bed again and picked up the coffee, cradling it in her palms.

  ‘I love you too,’ she said. ‘But this could really change us, I don’t want to lose you. We are literally talking about another man putting his cock inside me, fucking me, cumming inside me, making me cum.’

  ‘This is a bit of a heavy conversation for breakfast in bed, but yes, I know. And maybe me doing the same to another woman,’ he said. ‘How does that make you feel?’

  ‘Nervous,’ she said. ‘But also, really excited. I think that's what I'd like, another couple.’ She nabbed a croissant from his plate, and bit a small piece off.

  ‘That’s how I feel too,’ he said.

  Cassian put his arms around her and pulled her close to him.

  ‘You’re hard,’ she giggled.

  ‘Of course I am,’ he grinned.

  Emilia licked her lips and wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued.

  ‘Look, I'm not going to know how I'll feel until we do it. But I do know it won't change how I feel about you,’ he said. ‘I know I’ll still love you.’

  ‘Will you though?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Are we really going to do it then?’

  Cassian nodded. ‘If you want to. You never have to do anything you're uncomfortable with.’

  ‘I want to try,’ said Emilia.

  She put her hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply, her tongue brushing against his. Then she pulled back suddenly, gasping, a look of shock on her face.

  ‘What about kissing? Can we kiss them?’

  ‘Yes we can kiss them,’ he said laughing.

  ‘Oh good, I like kissing.’

  ‘We should set some boundaries though,’ he said.

  ‘Like what?’ said Emilia.

  ‘Like, anything you’re not comfortable with doing.’

  ‘I thought about this, and I don’t know if there is much I’m not comfortable with. I mean aside from violence and choking.’

  ‘Well then that’s a boundary,’ he said. ‘If we meet someone who’s into that, we make it clear that that’s a hard no. Then they can take us or leave us.’

  ‘Ok, yeah. So no violence, slapping, choking, nothing forced. I don’t like that. And no cheating, I don't want a three way with someone's husband or wife.’

  Cassian nodded.

  ‘Maybe they could be a little rough though,’ she said, going slightly red in the cheeks.

  Cassian laughed and smiled.

  ‘I want you to understand why I want this though,’ she said. ‘This isn’t like, a way to cheat and get away with it. I don’t want to just steam roll you into letting me fuck another guy. And it’s not because we’ve only ever been with each other, although that is kind of a part of it.’

  ‘You want to share what we have,’ said Cass.

  ‘Yes, but it’s more than that. I want to share what we have, but also to share in another couple’s love. It’s not just about us, it’s about them too. Think about how much trust it will take for us to do this, and then remember that they will be taking that leap too. I don’t want us to just go out and fuck a couple of swingers, it might be fun, don’t get me wrong, but that’s just sex. Maybe we should do that first, but this is about making a connection. Maybe to find that connection we’ll have to shag a few strangers, but I want to feel loved and safe and warm.’

  Cassian smiled as Emilia continued.

  ‘And I want to know what other people do,’ she said, a little more shy than usual. ‘I mean what we have is amazing, but wouldn’t it be fun to feel what other people feel? And to feel it with them? Knowing what it’s like? I’m sorry I’m rambling.’

  ‘I want this too. You brought this up, but it’s something I’ve thought about before.’

  ‘It is?’ said Emilia.

  Cassian nodded. ‘It’s crossed my mind what it would’ve been like to sleep with other girls. If they’d have felt different, looked different, smelled different, all that kind of thing. And there’s girls I’ve looked at and thought, damn, that would be fun, if I wasn’t in love. But it always comes back to you. You make me happy, and you can't get better than that. So if you’re saying that you think this will make us even happier than we are now, and that we can share our love with others? Then it can’t hurt to try because we can’t go down from here,’ he held his hand up as high as it would go.

  ‘You don’t just want to fuck another hottie?’

  ‘Yes, I want to fuck a hottie,’ he laughed. ‘But being hot isn’t the only reason I’d want to do her.’

  Emilia wrapped her arms around him, holding her husband tight and pressing her cheek against his chest. Suddenly she leaned back.

  ‘I have a book I want you to read,’ she said.

  He smiled and enveloped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, breathing deeply through his nose as he did so.

  ‘I love you,’ he said.

  ‘I love you, too.’

  *

  Emilia sat waiting impatiently for her sister in her favourite little coffee shop, nestled amongst the trees of the local park, and situated just a short walk from their home.

  Spring was underway and she sat gazing out of the window at the blossom tree that overhung the entrance, the beautiful pinks and whites of the petals shimmering in the evening sun.

  She had texted Alice that afternoon, once her shift at the hospital had finished, and asked to meet up so they could talk. Her sister had agreed immediately and said she was working late, but she that she would be happy to take time off from work for half an hour to chat whatever it was over, but also because Alice loved a good bit of gossip.

  She sipped at her coffee. It was uncomfortably warm still, but she’d been nursing it for ten minutes now and it hadn’t reached drinkable temperature yet. She’d asked them to make it inside her reusable cup, but the insulation was so good it seemed to disregard the laws of physics and heat up after the drink was poured in. She was nervous, and not just because her neighbour had been acting weird when she left the house this morning, making Emilia wonder if she had seen or heard them making love. She was nervous mostly because Alice was late, but also because of what she wanted to talk to her about.

  She must have been delayed at work, thought Emilia, but it always worried her when friends or family were late. She was naturally anxious and found it hard to stop her imagination running away with dark thoughts about what fate might have befallen whoever it was she was meeting with.

  Emilia snapped herself out of the mental picture of Alice being hit by a bus, as her very much alive sister walked in through the entrance. She waved and Alice saw and headed over swiftly.

  ‘Hey gorgeous,’ she said as she approached. ‘How’s things?’

  Emilia got up and hugged her tight.

  ‘Did you order me anything yet?’

  Emilia shook her head and sat back down as Alice darted off again and a few minutes later she returned with a mug full of Mocha.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, looking genuine. ‘I know you hate it when I’m late, but I was stuck in a meeting with Tony and Giles and you know how they have to explain everything back to each other three times. Skip to the fucking end guys. I swear, you could boil most of the meetings I have down to two sentences, we want the thing, but we want it cheaper.’

  She sipped at her coffee, and Emilia did the same, now it had finally dropped to an acceptable temperature.

  ‘So what’s going on?’ said her
sister, smiling brightly.

  Alice was two years older than Emilia, and much more liberal. For a start she hadn’t married the first boyfriend she’d ever had. She had never married in fact, and didn’t seem to be planning to do so anytime soon. She was openly bi-sexual too, which had rather surprised their parents the first time she bought a girl home from college. Dad had decided it was just a sleep over, but they all had ears and knew what was really going on. Alice was also whip smart and a brilliant mathematician. She had graduated from Oxford University with a first and landed a job as a corporate accountant for an international law firm that included several governments amongst their high profile clients, but the job had also meant that she could stay living in Oxford where they had been brought up and be close to her sister and their parents. Although she often had to travel, her base was always back home. They both took comfort in knowing they were usually never more than half an hour apart.

  Emilia looked around nervously and then leaned in closer.

  ‘Oh shit,’ said Alice, sitting up. ‘This is serious?’

  Emilia laughed and shook her head.

  ‘What then?’

  ‘Cass and I,’ said Emilia. ‘Um, I don’t know how to say this.’

  ‘You’re breaking up?’ said Alice, a look of shock crossed her face.

  ‘No, no! Nothing like that,’ said Emilia, smiling as Alice’s shoulders relaxed. ‘Ok, so you know how you are, like, free?’

  ‘Like, free?,’ she said in air quotes. ‘As in, I’m not locked up in the local supermax? Or I’m a cheap shag?’

  Emilia laughed again, she loved sparring with her sister.

  ‘You should be locked up and you are definitely not a cheap shag,’ said Emilia. ‘No, I mean, how you are free to, you know… have, relations? With whoever you want.’

  ‘Yes?’ said Alice.

  ‘Well, Cass and I have been talking-’

  ‘I’m not having an incestuous threesome with you,’ said Alice. ‘I mean don’t get me wrong, I’d fuck Cass, but I’m not fucking you.’

  ‘Stop interrupting,’ said Emilia. ‘And you two really need to shag and get it out of your system.’