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

by Brianna Skylark

  Amy let out a soft breath as Emilia’s fingers found purchase and then she let out an even louder one as she felt Mark kneel onto the bed beside her and kiss her neck deeply.

  Emilia sensed Cassian next to her now too, his strong hands stroking her back and caressing her shoulders, and then he was pulling her blouse off and over her head as Amy pulled away and turned her head to kiss her own husband deeply on the lips.

  Cassian was kissing Emilia’s ears and her neck, working his hands down her shoulders and pulling the strap of her chemise down so it fell loose onto her arm.

  Amy turned back and was facing her again, Mark kneeling over his wife's shoulder looking down at Emilia’s breasts inside her top, loose and open, her nipple on show to them both and suddenly she felt self-conscious.

  This was really happening. They were all going to make love together. It was all happening so fast.

  She began to panic, but then Amy was kneeling up on the bed and wrapping her arms around Emilia’s head, pressing her face into her breasts and kissing her forehead and covering her up and then she heard a whisper in her ear.

  ‘Are you okay?’ she said, and Emilia felt relaxed again. This was safe, this was right.

  She nodded imperceptibly to the two men, and then Amy took her hand and placed it back against her bottom and Emilia squeezed and laughed and then pulled back, turning to kiss Cassian.

  ‘I love you, you know that don't you?’ she said as she pulled away from his lips.

  She started to unbutton his shirt, one by one and then looked over at Amy who had begun to do the same to Mark. They were a passionate couple, Mark was kissing Amy’s neck as she worked on his shirt, whilst he couldn’t keep his hands off his wife. Emilia thought about how much she wanted Mark’s hands on her too, and then Cassian was kissing her again and holding her face in his palms.

  She could feel how aroused he was. She began to undo his belt as he knelt up on the bed, loosing the clasp and sliding the strap out of the buckle and then unzipping his fly and shimmying them down toward his knees.

  She looked over at Mark and Amy and found them watching, Amy facing them as Mark’s hand circled her crotch through her lacy dress. She had one hand up and around his neck and the other was stroking the bulge in his shorts. She smiled at Emilia, and then turned her gaze back toward Cassian’s swelling underwear.

  Emilia took her cue and looked up at her husband as she dipped the front of his boxers down and reached in for his rock hard member. She closed her hand around it and found it harder than ever, and then teased it back up and out, sliding her palm up and down the shaft, feeling him dripping with precum. She watched as he turned to look at Amy, and she felt him twinge against her fingers as he did so.

  Then suddenly Amy was moving across the bed, dropping onto all fours and sliding past her and before Emilia knew what was happening, Cassian’s cock was inside her mouth and Cassian was looking across, shocked and almost pleading, as if to apologise. But then he closed his eyes and his mouth dropped open as she worked her way up and down his shaft and he started to bend forward as she pulled his boxers down completely.

  Emilia saw that Mark was looking on, almost as shocked as Cassian, but she could see that he was happy, he wasn't upset or jealous. In fact, he was touching himself through his shorts.

  Emilia looked back down and then reached to move Amy’s hair aside so she could see better and then she stretched up to reach Cassian’s face and kissed him long and slow, feeling the gentle rhythmic sensation below her of Amy sucking her husband’s cock.

  Cassian was beginning to look desperate and Amy could sense that he was getting close, too fast, so she slowed down and pulled back and kissed the tip of his cock softly with her lips, making him twitch and nearly lose control. She then sat back up on her knees, smiling at him with wide and happy eyes.

  Mark knelt forward and placed his hands around the edge of Amy’s dress and went to pull it up and over her head, but Emilia reached out and stopped him, shaking her head and smiling mischievously.

  Instead she raised Amy’s arms up in the air first and then slowly rolled the dress up with Mark’s help, kissing first her stomach, and then her ribs, and then her chest and between her breasts and finally her neck and lips, on which she could taste her husband, before the dress finally came away, leaving Amy in just her knickers and bra.

  Mark stood up and removed his shirt, a few items of clothing behind the others. Amy turned and helped him out of his khaki’s and then he was back on the bed, and Amy was pushing him down so he was laying flat.

  Now she took hold of Emilia’s hand and guided her over to where Mark lay. She started teasing her fingers over the material of his underwear. His rock hard cock was pointing straight up and with a sudden twitch, it finally popped through the gap and Emilia could see it.

  She grinned and unconsciously licked her lips.

  It was slightly smaller than Cassian’s, but thicker and it had a slight bend to it, curving upwards. She reached out hesitantly, then touched it with the tips of her fingers. Behind her she felt Cassian moving to see what she was doing, then felt his warm and comforting hand touching the small of her back. He kissed her neck and then turned to Amy who slipped her arms around his shoulder, and then he kissed her softly on the lips.

  Emilia continued to stroke Mark as she watched Cassian unhook Amy’s bra and slide it off over her shoulder and arms, then he lay her down and pulled off her knickers, and Emilia thrilled at the sight of Amy’s naked body as she knelt up and sat before them.

  Cassian moved behind Amy, his cock pressing against her ass, and as Emilia turned her attention back to Mark, she could see in the corner of her eye that Cassian was kissing her neck, his arm tight around her waist, his hand on her flat and pale stomach. Emilia leaned down so her lips were just an inch above Mark’s tip and then as she plucked up the courage, she took him into her.

  He felt huge in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the head and felt as more warm precum leaked into her cheeks and somehow she felt him grow inside her, if that were even possible.

  She slipped him out and turned to see Amy stroking Cassian’s cock as they both watched her sucking Mark. She could feel the excitement in her chest, the sensation of another’s mans cock in her mouth was overwhelming and she tried not think about the possibility of him pushing it inside her, perhaps later. She took him back into her mouth again and slid up and down.

  As Mark began to moan, she sat back and Amy embraced her again, lips on lips, tongue on tongue. As they kissed she felt the men moving on the bed, and now someone was behind her and they were removing her skirt, sliding it down over her bottom and someone else was pulling her chemise off, exposing her breasts and then she was almost naked and pressed up against Amy’s bare body.

  The feeling was incredible. Her soft skin was smooth and electrifying, her red hair was vibrant and loose, flowing gently over her supple frame. She felt prickles all over her body, as though goose pimples had erupted across all of her skin, but most of all she felt warm and cozy. They fell forward and wrapped their arms and legs around each other, kissing one another urgently. Stroking and caressing and squeezing and then Amy’s fingers were between her thighs, urgently pulling her knickers down to her knees, searching up and finding her lips, then sliding up and down between them.

  Emilia felt a deep urge to squeeze Amy, to hold her as tightly as she could, to smell her hair and nuzzle into her neck, to kiss her cheeks and her forehead and her lips over and over. The warmth and softness of her skin was intoxicating and her head tingled as though she was floating through a cloud.

  Amy’s fingers explored her delicately, and then slowly and carefully, she slipped inside her with a single fingertip.

  Emilia let out a gasp and squeezed her thighs together, but then she felt Cassian (or was it Mark?) pushing her knees apart and Amy was rolling her to the side. Emilia, now on her back, eyes closed, felt Amy start to kiss her way past and down her neck, across her collar bone and the
n around her breast, teasing and touching. Then she felt a wave of pleasure as Amy’s lips found her nipple.

  But then Amy was moving further down, and her friends weight shifted. She was kissing her stomach, and now her belly button, making her quiver and writhe on the bed, arching her spine.

  Now her waist.

  Her hips.

  Her mound.

  Emilia bit her lip as she felt Amy’s hot breath between her legs. She gripped the duvet and buried her head to the side, and then let out a long slow moan as Amy’s tongue ran its way along her labia and began to slowly circle her clit.

  ‘Yes,’ she whispered as her mouth opened wide.

  She lowered her hands and found soft red hair, running her fingers through it as Amy’s tongue flicked and pressed and slipped against her. Now she could feel two slender and long fingers inside her and she let out a whimper, louder this time, as Amy pressed upwards but kept swirling her tongue at the same perfect rate.

  ‘Yes,’ said Emilia again as she started to feel a deep orgasm building inside her.

  She could feel the bed shifting and she opened her eyes to find Cassian kneeling next to her, his cock inches from her mouth. She took it in, sliding it over her tongue, tasting him as Amy kept going, her fingers moving deep inside her pussy.

  She felt a new sensation now, a rhythmic movement and looked down to see that Mark was behind Amy. She smiled as they made eye contact and he then tilted his head backwards, holding onto his wife’s ass. Then Amy moaned into her crotch as Mark pushed his cock deep inside her and began to fuck his wife.

  Emilia was getting close and she took Cassian back into her mouth again as her orgasm built, but it quickly became too much. He slid out as she began to moan and her legs pinched together. She arched her back and shook as her whole body came.

  For a few blissful moments she lay there in euphoric harmony, feeling the bed moving rhythmically as Mark made love to Amy, feeling Cassian’s warm hand in her own, squeezing her, comforting her and keeping her safe.

  Now Amy was moving, she had pulled away from Mark and was turning over to lay on her back and now Mark was between his wife's legs and back inside her, thrusting hard and holding her face and kissing her passionately.

  ‘Harder,’ she said and then she turned to look at Emilia and reached out for her hand, her fingers searching and desperate as they interlocked.

  Cassian knelt between Emilia’s legs now, and as she stared into Amy’s eyes, she felt her husbands wet cock pushing and probing and then sliding into her soaking wet pussy and she squeezed her friends fingers and smiled as they made love next to one another.

  It was happening. The moment she’d fantasised about. It was happening now and in front of her.

  Emilia watched as Amy’s eyes began to glaze over, her mouth getting wider and wider as she got closer and closer to the edge. Now she was beginning to arch her back, to dig her fingers into Mark’s back muscles. She started to moan, louder and louder.

  ‘Yes, harder,’ Amy commanded as Mark quickened his pace.

  Her face started to flush and her hand crushed Emilia’s fingers and then suddenly, Emilia was cumming again too and together they orgasmed, just seconds apart. Squeezing each other, holding each other, stroking each other.

  It was perfect.

  Neither men were done, however.

  They both watched as the women recovered, their breathing returning to normal. Their heart rates slowing. The girls holding each other’s hands, their heads together on the pillow, Emilia stroking Amy’s face as Cassian spooned next to her. Mark on the other side of Amy, holding her tight in his strong arms.

  Emilia rolled over and kissed Cassian hard on the lips, holding his face in her hands. Then she looked into his eyes, questioning and sweet.

  ‘Would it, be okay?’ she said.

  Cassian returned her gaze with kind eyes, and then looked over at Mark, and finally back at her.

  ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘If it’s okay with them?’

  Emilia rolled over and took Amy’s hands again.

  ‘Would you like to?’ she asked.

  Amy blinked and in that moment, just as she had seen it before, downstairs in the foyer, she looked vulnerable again. She stared warmly into Emilia’s eyes and nodded quickly.

  Emilia leaned into Amy and kissed her once again, but this time she rolled up and on top of her, laughing and giggling as she did so, tickling and pressing their breasts together and entwining their fingers and then she was rolling over the top and down the other side. Amy shifted over towards Cassian, and then smiled a mischievous smile at him, as instead of laying back, she rolled onto her front and slid her legs apart.

  Emilia looked wide-eyed at the pair of them, and then turned her head to look at Mark who grinned and placed a gentle, reassuring hand upon her stomach. Then he gestured with his eyes for her to watch. Emilia turned onto her side, her ass nestled against Mark’s cock. She felt it twitching against her buttocks, so she reached down behind her and took it in her hand and then focused her attention on her own husband, and Amy.

  Cassian looked to her, as if to check for permission one last time and she smiled in response and nodded. Emilia felt Mark’s hand sliding down her stomach as he shifted down the bed, his cock in her hand, sliding against her ass as she moved it to rest between her thighs.

  Now Cassian was lining himself up behind Amy, and Amy was tilting her ass up towards his hard cock, her palms flat on the bed, elbows up, hair falling over her face. Cass’s hands came down either side of her, his face close enough to smell her hair, and Emilia watched her pale beautiful face as Cassian’s cock lined up, thick and hard, and then slid gently inside her friend.

  Amy’s eyes closed and she flushed and shook and let out a gentle whimper of pleasure.

  Emilia felt Mark’s cock surge and grow between her fingers and she quickened her pace sliding up and down his shaft, squeezing him softly, and teasing it against her wet pussy, and then his strong hands were turning her onto her front and his knees were between her legs, and she was being pulled up by her ass onto all fours.

  She felt the head of his cock, pressing against her urgently and she felt herself opening as he pushed himself forward and slipped into her for the first time.

  Mark was inside her. Not Cassian.

  For the first time in her life, there was another man’s cock in her pussy, and it felt so incredibly naughty.

  She looked to her right and saw both Cass and Amy watching them, smiling and slowly making love. Cassian’s eyes opening and closing, alternating between watching her with Mark and feeling the intense pleasure of Amy’s fresh pussy.

  Mark’s manhood felt taboo and new, and her whole body tingled with illicit pleasure. This was so wrong, and yet so right.

  He was thick. Thicker than Cass, and she could feel herself being stretched more than usual as he fucked her. She could feel him growing and pulsing inside her with each thrust and it felt mind blowing and exhilarating.

  Mark looked over at Cassian and Amy, watching as Emilia’s husband pushed down gently into his wife, listening to her moan, watching her grip the bedsheets in her fingers, and he felt the most incredible sense of comfort and love. He looked down at Emilia, at her beautiful body, her shape, the way she moved, the way she fucked, the way she sounded. She felt wonderful too, her pussy felt tight and he could feel himself building to climax already.

  He listened to Amy, and knew she was getting close, and Cassian too he thought. The man’s pace was changing, he was pushing harder and Amy was moaning louder with every thrust.

  Emilia could feel Mark building inside her too, and she started to panic.

  He was going to cum inside her.

  No one but Cass had ever cum inside her before, and now here she was, in a spa hotel, getting fucked by an ex-soldier whilst her husband was shagging a gorgeous redhead that she might be in love with.

  The thought thrilled her.

  ‘Cum inside me,’ she said.

  ‘Are y
ou sure?’ said Mark.

  ‘Uh-huh,’ said Emilia, gripping the bedsheet, her eyes shut tight and her mouth wide open.

  As Mark started to moan louder and louder, she looked over to Cassian who was looking at her, eyes wide open as if asking for permission again.

  Amy’s hand shot out from her side and fumbled for Emilia’s and finding it they clasped their fingers together. Amy looked back at Mark and nodded and Emilia caught Cassian's eye again and did the same and then both men began to speed up and moan and spasm.

  Emilia watched as Cassian shuddered and orgasmed and a split second later, she knew that Amy could feel it, as she came too, her eyes rolling up into her head and a loud moan escaping her lips.

  Emilia felt Mark surging inside her and then she felt him pulsing and twitching, warmth spreading through her pussy. She moaned and buried her head into the pillow, squeezing Amy’s hand so tight she cried out.

  Mark had cum inside her. Cassian had made Amy orgasm. They had all cum at once.

  All of them together, in harmony.

  They lay still for some time, not moving, just breathing and holding each other.

  Mark was deep inside her pussy and she could feel that he was still hard, gently moving back and forth, then he slipped out of her and leaned forward to kiss her. She saw that Cassian and Amy were kissing too. Then the men rolled aside and the girls faced each other, smiling.

  ‘Wow,’ laughed Amy, her smile unable to go any wider.

  She leaned in and pressed her mouth against Emilia’s, the kiss was long and slow. This time, Amy rolled over the top of Emilia and ended up back in Mark’s arms as Cassian shuffled towards his wife and embraced her.

  For a little while they all cuddled, Cassian stroking Amy’s hair and kissing her. Mark doing the same with Amy, her head on his chest, his arm slung around her shoulders, their fingers interwoven.

  ‘You know,’ said Amy, interrupting the hazy bliss. ‘I read this article a couple of days ago, that said men who engage in group sex have a reduced refractory period, and get hard again if there's another woman around to shag.’