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

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by Brianna Skylark


  The man reached down and unclipped the rope, moving it aside for them to pass through.

  ‘Miss Alice Hunter sends her best wishes,’ he said as they reached the first step.

  Emilia stopped and looked up at Cassian who was laughing quietly.

  ‘Do you think she’s here?’ she said.

  ‘I hope so,’ said Cassian.

  ‘If she is, then I wouldn't mind, if you both wanted to…’ she said, a powerful jolt of fear and excitement pulsed in her chest as she spoke, making her feel dizzy.

  Cassian lips went dry and he licked them, frowning.

  ‘Really?’

  Emilia nodded her head and smiled.

  ‘She's beautiful, and I know you'd be kind. I'd almost rather you were with her, than a stranger.’

  Cassian stopped on the stairs suddenly, then leaned down and kissed his wife with such passion and love that she swooned, her legs turning to jelly as he held her.

  As he pulled his lips away she felt dizzy.

  ‘I love you,’ he said, before they continued up the stairs.

  ‘You be careful who you go kissing with those lips tonight,’ laughed Emilia, still wobbling.

  As they neared the top, they saw another couple heading into one of the side rooms. Not knowing what else to do, they followed.

  As they approached the doorway, which was partially closed, they peered inside and listened.

  Beyond the threshold were three young couples. The ones who had just arrived were still dressed in evening wear, but the other two couples were a little more relaxed. The two women were sat together, almost naked, entwined in each other's arms and kissing passionately as their male partners looked on.

  The new couple that had walked in were stood near the door watching the two girls. Emilia observed the two kissing women stop and turn to appraise the new arrivals, and then nod.

  It was as if they had approved this new pair joining in, and Emilia suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. She found that she didn't want to go in, that she was too afraid of being rejected. But Cass was already opening the door and pulling her gently by the hand inside.

  The fully dressed newcomers turned to look at them both and smiled. The woman was beautiful, and Emilia watched with surprise as she locked eyes with her whilst she slipped off her dress, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles, revealing a red lace baby doll and matching stockings stretched up to the tops of her thighs, but that was all. She wasn’t wearing any knickers.

  She walked around to the other two girls, stroking their shoulders as she passed and then she straddled one of the two other men, biting his lower lip as she sat down on his lap.

  Emilia’s face was a picture of shock. These women had all the control here, and it was incredibly intimidating. Her relationship with Cass had always been equal, she wasn't in charge and neither was he. It felt overwhelming to see these women employ such audacity and confidence, but it was also empowering and she admired them for it.

  But it wasn't quite what she was expecting either, or hoping for. She wanted slow, she wanted sensual, she wanted warmth and love.

  This felt raw, and powerful and controlling.

  She turned back to Cassian and shook her head and started towards the door.

  The couples inside paid them no more attention as they left, Cassian pulling the door closed as they came back out onto the landing.

  ‘What's wrong?’ he said.

  ‘I'm sorry, it was just a bit too much,’ she said, close to tears. ‘I don't want that. I want this, but not that.’

  ‘Maybe we could try a different room?’

  Emilia nodded and looked down the corridor.

  The first door they came to was ajar, and Emilia peered inside to find three naked couples already fucking. One of the women was sucking the cock of one man as she was being fucked from behind by another. Emilia closed the door quietly and kept walking, although she was surprised to find that she was now a little more turned on than she was before.

  The next door opened onto a much tamer scene. Inside were another two couples. They were kissing what Emilia assumed was their own partners, but it wasn't clear and whilst the women were no longer wearing evening wear, the room didn't feel quite as intense as the first.

  One of the girls looked up and smiled as Emilia walked inside, pulling Cassian after her, then she went back to kissing the masked man on the large sofa.

  Emilia looked around, the room was as big as the ground floor of their house. It was lit by a mixture of dull red lamps and warm orange spotlights. In the centre of the room was an enormous four poster bed which stretched up to the ceiling and was surrounded on all sides by thin privacy drapes.

  To the right of the room were two large deep red leather sofa’s which faced each other, and in the middle was an ornate coffee table bordered with stitched leather and mounted on what looked like the legs of a Stag. In the middle of the table was a bowl filled to the brim with a variety of condoms and lube.

  Emilia stifled a laugh. The whole scene was utterly decadent and uncomfortably gaudy, but this room felt far more comfortable than the others and she didn't feel quite so self-conscious.

  She took Cassian’s hand and with a heady mixture of anxiety, power and arousal, she led him over to the sofa.

  As she drew near, she took a closer look at the other couples. The girl nearest the bed was tall and thin, and no older than twenty or twenty-two and from her new vantage point she could see that whilst she was kissing her bearded partner, her hand was also wrapped around his erect cock which she was stroking slowly as she moved her hips back and forth.

  She paled as she realised what she was looking at and turned away sharply to see that the other couple were less clothed than she’d appreciated from the doorway. This girl was more petite but the man was built like a body builder, his shirt and jacket wide open and his chiselled chest bare and shaved.

  As she reached the sofa, Emilia turned Cassian around and pushed him down with the palm of her hand and then hitched up her dress and straddled him. He held her waist in his strong arms as she bent down to kiss him, and she felt his cock growing between her thighs as she pressed herself against him.

  She felt intensely aroused now, but she couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety in the pit of her stomach and she felt like instead of trying to understand what was causing it, she was just powering through, determined to break the physical and emotional barrier she felt existed between their old selves and what she wanted them to become.

  Emilia noticed that the tall girl’s hand was sliding up and down faster now and the bearded man, who was breathing loudly and occasionally moaning, was looking over at them both, licking his lips.

  She felt a sensation behind her and in the corner of her eye, she saw movement as the petite girl’s hands began to slide up Cassian’s thigh. Before she could say anything, the tall girl was standing up behind her and pulling Emilia upright, then turning her around slowly to face the bed.

  The girl’s lips were suddenly next to her ear and Emilia blushed and shivered.

  ‘Would you like to touch my husband?’ she whispered, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She was tugging on the zip of Emilia’s dress and sliding it down as the bearded man looked up at her, stroking his cock.

  Then suddenly, she started to panic.

  The anxiety in her stomach spread and took over her whole body, but it wasn't because of the situation, not entirely. It was something else. Something far more important to her.

  She didn't want this girl to smudge the number that Amy had written on her breast, and then just like that, everything felt wrong.

  I don’t want this, she thought. This was just sex and it wasn’t right. Not for them. She wanted them to have something more than this. She wanted them to feel a real connection, and she'd felt that, or at least something like that, with Amy and Mark.

  She looked to the side and saw that the petite girl was moving her hands up Cassian’s chest and wa
s leaning up to kiss him.

  ‘No,’ she said. The word came out of her mouth far more forcefully than she’d anticipated.

  The girl behind her stopped, the dress zip half undone.

  Cassian turned to look at her, and the petite girl stopped, looking disappointed.

  ‘I'm sorry, I don't think I'm ready for this,’ said Emilia, feeling shy all of a sudden. She moved away, her dress falling down over her shoulders.

  The tall girl smiled kindly.

  ‘That's okay,’ she said. ‘It's hard the first time. You can just watch us if you want?’

  Emilia shook her head.

  ‘No, thank you,’ she said as Cassian stood up looking concerned, watching as Emilia began to walk backwards away from them.

  She reached the door and almost ran into the corridor and a moment later Cassian’s arm was around her shoulder, his hand doing up her zip.

  ‘Are you okay?’ he said.

  ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I don't want this though.’

  ‘You liked them didn't you?’ he said. ‘Amy and Mark?’

  She smiled at him. He knew exactly what she was thinking, somehow he always did.

  She nodded.

  ‘I don't want it to be like this,’ she said. ‘Not with strangers.’

  Cassian smiled.

  ‘Let’s get out of here,’ he said, winking.

  Emilia took his hand in hers, and for a brief and fleeting moment, she thought about how it felt to hold Amy’s hand at the ball. How it felt soft and smooth, and electrifying, just like Cassian’s.

  ‘Let’s go,’ she said, and as she started down the stairs she understood what that feeling was now, the one she had felt before they headed up the stairs, and why it had felt new and exciting.

  It was the start of a crush.

  *

  Emilia spent the whole ride home smiling and buzzing with excitement. The first thing she had done when they got in the car, was ask Cassian to read the slightly smeared number off her breast and save it into her phone.

  She had never met anyone like Amy, and Mark was so nice and friendly, and manly. She had been thinking about them all the way back, what they were doing, if they were home already, if Amy was bent over their bed, being spanked by her handsome husband. By the time they got home, her knickers were soaked through and she was more aroused than she’d been in years.

  The after party had been exhilarating, she had pushed her boundaries and in doing so she had discovered that this wasn't just about sex. It was about finding an emotional connection, something personal, and she wondered if she might have found that tonight.

  Cassian unlocked the front door and pushed it wide, waving his arm theatrically for Emilia to walk through.

  ‘My lady,’ he said.

  Emilia stepped over the threshold and dipped a brief curtsy in Cassian’s direction as he followed her across.

  ‘Would you care to join me in the bedroom, kind stranger?’ she said.

  ‘Why certainly, Miss. It would be my pleasure.’

  ‘Oh, I’m confident the pleasure will be all mine,’ she said and winked.

  Cassian ran towards her and she screamed and started up the stairs. He kicked the front door shut and gave chase, running up behind her and through the open bedroom door where he leapt on top of her, pinning her down with his powerful arms.

  She looked small beneath him, and so different in her mask. More like a stranger than his wife, and it was turning him on more than he cared to admit.

  He kissed her, pinning her arms above her head as he did so, and she writhed in response.

  ‘Oh sir, please. Let me go, don't have your wicked way with me.’

  He shook his head at her, laughing and let go of her arms, sitting back up on the bed.

  Concerned and a little frustrated, Emilia propped herself up on her elbows beside him.

  ‘What’s wrong?’

  Cassian looked at her and shrugged. ‘If this doesn’t happen how you want it to, will this be enough?’

  ‘How we want it to,’ said Emilia. ‘I want you to want this.’

  ‘I do want this,’ he reached out and placed his hand on top of hers. ‘But I need to know that if it never becomes a reality, that this is good enough.’

  Emilia’s eyes grew wide as she looked at him with an incredulous gaze of love and kindness, and nodded her head slowly.

  ‘Cass, every morning I wake up next to you and I look at you and I think to myself, how did I get this lucky?’

  Cassian smiled and squeezed her hand as she continued.

  ‘It’s like, my heart is full and it’s full because of you, but it’s got room to grow. When people have children, they don’t halve the love they have for their partner to accommodate their child, their heart grows and it gets bigger and bigger, the more you love. That’s how I feel, I want my heart to grow so I can love more, but my heart is already full.’

  Cassian looked down then nodded.

  ‘You are really good at this,’ he said, laughing.

  Emilia raised her eyebrows, and smiled. ‘I know, right?’

  ‘When we were in that room tonight, I wouldn’t have stopped you.’

  ‘I know,’ said Emilia.

  ‘And that little blonde girl? She was hot.’

  ‘She was blonde? I couldn’t see anything in there.’

  ‘The point is, I would’ve supported you,’ said Cassian, looking down at her on the bed.

  ‘But it wasn’t what you wanted,’ said Emilia.

  ‘No.’

  ‘Like I said,’ said Emilia. ‘How did I get this lucky?’

  ‘But, on the landing, when you said about Amy and Mark?’ said Cassian.

  She turned her head to one side and frowned. ’I really liked them,’ she said.

  ‘I liked them too.’

  Emilia felt a surge of exhilaration. ’I don’t want to just have sex with strangers, I want more than that, I want what we have together, with others. I want a connection, not a quick fuck.’

  ‘That’s what I want too,’ said Cassian.

  ‘Love shouldn’t be defined by sexual exclusivity,’ said Emilia. ‘I’m not yours, you're not mine, we are a partnership that’s built on respect. And if everything we do isn't about love and sharing and giving, then we’re doing it wrong.’

  Cassian nodded, then just as he was about to respond, Emilia continued.

  ‘Also, it’s about having really good sex.’

  Cassian smirked. ‘I'm trying to be serious here.’

  ‘So am I. I don’t think you can have really, really good sex without a connection,’ said Emilia. ‘Can I be honest with you?’

  ‘Of course.’

  ‘I really liked them.’

  ‘Me too,’ said Cassian. ‘Amy seemed really fun, and Mark was a good guy.’

  ‘So you'd be okay with them?’

  ‘They seemed really nice.’

  ‘You'd be okay with Mark the Bodyguard, poking me in the cervix?’

  Cassian laughed, and turned away.

  Then suddenly he gripped hold of her wrists, rolled her onto her front and pinned her back down on the bed. With his free hand he flipped her dress up and over her back and looked down at the pink and black lace knickers he’d watched her slip on earlier.

  Emilia squirmed in his grip, trying to turn her head to look back at him as his eyes followed the contour of her thighs, past the hooks that secured her stockings to the pink flowery basque.

  Still holding her down with a single hand, he unclipped both of the stockings and then slid her whole body down until she was bent over the edge of the bed, knees on the floor.

  With his free hand, he quickly pulled down her knickers and let them fall to the floor around her legs. Emilia gasped as Cassian approached her ear. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck as he spoke.

  ‘You want to know if I’d be okay with him fucking you?’

  Her mind was racing with thoughts. Cassian had never been this in charge before, and it
was turning her on intensely.

  ‘I want to watch as his dick slides into your pussy,’ he said as he spanked her firmly across her behind. Her eyes widened as the pleasure and the pain coursed through her body and she moaned and opened her mouth wide.

  ‘I want to watch as he pounds you hard, and listen as you say his name,’ he smacked her again with the flat of his palm and she buried her face in the duvet as she moaned again and wriggled in his grip.

  ‘I want to fuck you, whilst you suck his cock,’ he spanked her harder this time and her head whipped back as she let out a little cry and nodded her head, moaning in agreement.

  ‘I want to hold you close to me and make love to you, as he fucks your ass,’ he said, smacking her again.

  ‘Yes,’ she said, biting her lip. ‘I’d like that.’

  ‘I want to watch him make you cum,’ he said, moving behind her and undoing his belt. She heard his trousers drop to the floor beside the bed as he spread her legs and she felt her pussy, dripping in anticipation.

  ‘Fuck me,’ she whispered.

  ‘I want to see him fuck you hard,’ he pushed the head of his cock against her opening and teased her, just for a moment.

  ‘Please, fuck me,’ she said louder.

  He stopped teasing her.

  She felt every vein and ridge as he pushed inside her, his cock feeling harder and bigger than ever before and after all the build up, the teasing and the tension of the night, she immediately began to orgasm, her pussy pulsating and quivering on his dick.

  Cassian didn’t waste any time, he thrust into her again and again, his hand gripping her ass for balance as her pussy pulsed. She gripped the sheets of the bed and moaned and moaned and then she could feel her husband growing inside her as he whispered in her ear again.

  ‘And I want to watch as he fills you up like this.’

  Cassian moaned out loud as he exploded into her, quicker and harder than he ever had before.

  ‘That's what I want,’ he said, leaning over her back, his cock still buried inside her, breathing hard, and pumping into her. ‘That's what I want.’

  ‘I'm going to text them,’ said Emilia, in a haze of post orgasmic bliss.

 

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