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

by Brianna Skylark

  Emilia rolled her head to look at Amy, bemused and frowning, and then she watched with increasing trepidation as Amy slipped off the bed and walked over to her bag which was still on the thick carpeted floor. She unzipped it and produced a small bottle, then she turned and nimbly hopped back onto the bed.

  ‘Lay down, on your front,’ she said to Emilia.

  Emilia collected her hair in her hands and rolled away from Cassian to lay down, letting it fall on one side so she could see what was happening.

  Both men shuffled down the bed to watch Amy as she squirted a small amount of lube onto her fingers. She looked up and smiled at them. Cassian’s mouth was wide open, his eyes barely blinking.

  Amy knelt between Emilia’s outstretched legs and with her dry hand, stroked her girl's bottom. First her rump, and then the crease where her ass met her thigh. Then her fingers were tracing between her cheeks, down from her spine.

  Gently, she pushed Emilia apart and exposed her and now there was another sensation, intense and overwhelming, and surprising, as Amy’s finger teased her anus.

  Emilia shuddered with pleasure as Amy started to coat the outside with lube and she squirmed on the bed.

  ‘It’s cold,’ she said.

  ‘Sorry,’ she replied, laughing and rubbing her hands together.

  Now there was a different sensation. One of pressure as Amy teased her finger inside Emilia’s ass. She swirled it around gently at first, pushing and probing and then she pushed a little harder and it went inside easily.

  For a few moments, Amy slipped her lubed finger in and out of Emilia, as she writhed and moaned on the bed, occasionally pausing and withdrawing to apply more lube. With her free hand, Amy began to play with Emilia’s clit too, warming her up. Cassian was shaking, and touching himself, barely able to contain his excitement over what he was seeing.

  Suddenly, Amy leaned in close and Emilia felt her tongue lick all the way up from her clit, along her lips, past her pussy, over her perineum and onto her asshole, and she lost it. She quivered and shook and cried out in ecstasy as Amy’s tongue probed and pushed and licked her ass, and then she stopped, leaving Emilia a broken wreck, pulsing and jerking on the bed. Fingers squeezing the bed sheets until her knuckles were white.

  After a few moments, Emilia became aware that Amy was making Cassian lay down beside her and then she was being hauled onto her knees by Mark’s strong arms.

  Amy kissed her hard on the lips and stroked her hair and said, ‘How would you like to have both of them at once?’

  Could she even take both of them at once? She thought to herself.

  Emilia nodded, urgently.

  Amy wriggled aside and Emilia moved over and straddled Cassian, placing her hands either side of his chest and then lowering herself down onto his waiting cock, feeling it surge and tease and push up and into her. For a fleeting moment she thought about Mark’s cum, still inside her and how it made Cassian’s cock feel different and more slippery.

  Her eyes met her husbands and both of them gazed at one another, filled with love as their bodies reconnected.

  For a few moments she rode him, up and down, feeling his familiar length and girth inside of her again. Then she slowed down and came to a stop, his cock firmly erect and throbbing.

  Now she felt Mark behind her, felt his knees pushing into the mattress, his hands around her waist, stroking her back with his thumbs, positioning himself and lining up. Then Amy was in front of her, holding her face and smiling, straddling her pussy over Cassian’s mouth.

  There was a warm sensation against her ass as Mark poured more lube onto her and himself, and then she felt the tip of his slick cock probing and pressing against her hole, his hands on her ass, Cassian's cock twitching inside her pussy.

  Mark started pushing and she braced herself and pushed back and arched forward and then there was a sudden rush as the head of his cock popped inside her ass.

  She had two men inside her at the same time.

  She looked up at Amy as Mark slowly began to thrust, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open.

  ‘Fuck,’ she said, and moaned. The feeling was powerful and intense and she had never felt more wanted.

  The men had to get into a rhythm to make it work, Cassian thrusting up as Mark pulled back, and then Cassian pulling down as Mark thrust in, and after a few more seconds, she started to get the hang of it.

  Then suddenly, almost as soon as they had started, Emilia could feel herself beginning to climax. It was building up from a long way off, like a tsunami. She could feel it gathering strength. It was different, centred in a different place, and with every thrust it was getting closer and closer. She couldn't help it now, her moans were no longer just moans, they were primal and deep and she could feel both men inside her, growing and pulsing, desperate to cum again. They were working for it, their cocks feeling thick as though they were going to burst.

  She felt full. Full and more complete than she ever had before.

  She gripped Amy’s head with her free hand and kissed her so hard she wondered later if she’d hurt her.

  Cassian came first, filling her with his cum, and Mark came a moment later, her ass radiating his warmth as he shot deep inside her. She could feel it, more than she ever could inside her pussy, squirting up and into her ass.

  And that was it, she was over the edge.

  She went silent, and her whole body convulsed and shook. She could feel Mark inside her ass, Cassian inside her pussy. Amy inches from her face. Then she couldn't feel them at all, as if her body was no longer hers.

  There was just silence and bliss.

  Then she heard what sounded like a kettle boiling and realised it was coming from her own mouth. The world filled with colour again and she collapsed forward into Amy, who held her there between her breasts, her arms wrapped around her head.

  Holding her, stroking her, kissing her.

  They cuddled as Emilia’s breathing settled. Then Amy shuffled backwards and let her friend lay down on top of Cassian, then she knelt up and kissed Mark as he collapsed down beside her and there they all lay together.

  Cassian cuddling Emilia.

  Amy cuddling Emilia too.

  Mark cuddling Amy.

  They had done it, Emilia thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep, still smiling.

  They had done it, and it was perfect.

  Time passed as they all dozed together, drifting in and out of a blissful, hazy sleep.

  Amy was the first to stand up, but she could barely manage it. Her legs were like jelly. She grabbed for Emilia’s hand.

  ‘Come with me,’ she whispered, laughing. ‘I’m not sure I’ll make it on my own.’

  Emilia stirred and smiled and then sat upright, rubbing her eyes. Both the men were asleep and Cassian was snoring gently.

  Together they wobbled to the bathroom, helping each other along, still filled with excitement and nervous energy.

  Emilia reached the toilet first, so Amy sat herself over the edge of the bath. She immediately leapt up and squealed at how cold it was. Emilia shushed her and held her hand tightly as Amy grabbed a towel and sat back down on it.

  ‘Oh my fucking goodness,’ she said, leaning forward, her head in her hands. ‘This has been the best night of my life.’

  She peered up at Emilia through splayed fingers, who burst into quiet laughter as she peed.

  ‘Mine too,’ said Emilia.

  Amy leaned forward and kissed her.

  ‘You know you're kissing me whilst I'm peeing right?’ she said through Amy’s muffled lips.

  ‘I don't care,’ said Amy, kissing her harder as she wrapped her arms around her girl’s head.

  She reached back and handed her a few pieces of folded toilet paper, and then after a little shuffling, they swapped around.

  ‘Thank you,’ said Amy.

  ‘What for?’

  ‘For making this happen, for fighting for it and being honest.’

  Emilia smiled. ‘I'm not su
re I was entirely upfront.’

  ‘I really like you,’ said Amy, and then with a softer voice she said. ‘Maybe more than that.’

  ‘Me too.’

  ‘And Cass,’ said Amy.

  ‘And Mark,’ said Emilia.

  Emilia returned Amy’s earlier favour with a small piece of neatly folded toilet roll and the two girls stood to wash their hands.

  They looked at themselves in the mirror, their hair mussed up, naked, flushed and tired, red faced and jelly legged and they laughed and held each other. Then they both crept back into the bedroom and slipped onto the bed between the sleeping men, curling up together as a single unit.

  Complete.

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  EPILOGUE

  EMILIA WOKE UP in a state of bliss.

  She could hear bird song outside the window, and not a hint of anything else. The air smelt fresh and light.

  She had no regrets. Everything about last night had been perfect. For now, there was nothing missing. She felt like she had found her Duke and her Marquess.

  She was cuddled up to both Cassian and Amy, and Mark lay asleep spooning his wife, (and now her girlfriend) beside them. They were all still naked.

  Amy stirred and smiled, her eyes blurry and heavy. The girls were side by side, facing each other on the pillow, their hair touching, their noses close together. For a long time they just looked at one another. After a while Emilia started to cry happily and Amy reached out with a thumb and brushed a tear from her cheek.

  ‘I don’t want this to end,’ said Emilia. ‘I want you both to be with us.’

  Amy leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. It was tender this time, not hard or lustful, but soft and kind and meaningful.

  ‘I don't want this to end either,’ said Amy and the two of them kept kissing.

  Cassian began to stir, squinting like a mole. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and then looked down at the two girls, their bodies embracing each other, their lips locked, and he smiled.

  ‘I could get used to this,’ he said.

  Mark woke now, and rolled over, shielding his eyes from the sun shining in through the window.

  ‘What? Fucking each other’s wives? Me too,’ he said.

  The girls kept on kissing affectionately but Amy raised her middle finger at the pair of them, as she stifled a laugh.

  Mark stood up and scratched his leg, ‘I need to pee, but when I get back we’re going again.’

  Amy stopped kissing Emilia and rolled over, smiling.

  ’Is that a promise?’

  Mark nodded and then looked at Cassian and Emilia. ‘You want to warm her up?’

  Cassian was already hard and stroking himself.

  Emilia straddled Amy, her breasts dangling in her face as she grabbed the lube off the bedside table, turning back to face her own husband.

  ‘You’re going to need this,’ she laughed, handing it to Cassian as Amy gasped.

  Then quick as a shot, she slid down the bed, parting Amy’s thighs with the palms of her hand and kissing her pussy with open lips.

  Amy gasped and arched her back, one hand gripping hold of the backboard of the bed and the other finding the top of the girl’s head.

  Emilia’s tongue lapped against Amy’s opening, savouring the taste and suckling on her clit.

  She sat up and licked her lips and watched Amy’s eyes turn down to look at her, her chin wet and shining, then she slipped a single finger between her lips and began to massage her as her eyes widened, a soft moan escaping her mouth.

  ‘I mean it you know,’ she said, looking into Amy’s large, green and beautiful eyes. ‘I don’t want this to end.’

  ‘Then let’s make sure it doesn’t,’ said Amy, quivering.

  And Emilia smiled.

  THE END

  KEEP READING for a sample chapter of the NEXT BOOK in the Erotic Swingers series:

  Play With Us - An Urban Foursome Game Night Fantasy

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  PLAY WITH US - SAMPLE CHAPTER

  EMILIA WOKE UP and smiled.

  The fresh smell of a beautiful spring morning drifted in through the open window as soft shafts of golden sunlight shone bright between the slatted blinds hung in the frame. Motes of dust drifted in the beams like dandelion seeds floating on the breeze as she yawned and stretched, tucking the duvet up to her neck and snuggling back into it.

  Her husband Cassian lay beside her, still lost in the depths of a deep and gentle slumber. His large, muscular frame dwarfed her own and she loved how small he made her feel when he wrapped his arms around her.

  She rolled onto her side and watched him sleeping. Sometime in the night he’d pushed the covers away and they’d bunched around his waist, revealing his toned and muscular olive-skinned chest. He was so handsome, and looking at him like this made her whole body ache with desire.

  She listened and watched as his chest rose and fell. The gentle, sweet sound of his light snoring was soothing and if he was away, travelling to see clients, she would often struggle to get to sleep without hearing him snuffling away during the night.

  His beard was soft and dark and she couldn't resist reaching out and stroking it with the back of her hand. At her touch he rolled onto his side and sniffed and then mumbled something in his sleep.

  A shiver of arousal ran through her. She’d been dreaming about something naughty.

  She frowned as she tried to remember what it was about but each time she felt like she was within finger-tip touching distance of grasping it, the memory slipped further away. It was like it was alive and evading her and the more she woke up, the more nimble it became.

  Then suddenly she had it. It all flooded back to her.

  She’d been dreaming about her naughty book again. About the Duke and his lover, the Marquess Elizabeth and her lover the Countess Victoria. Except in her dream, she was the Marquess and her new friend Amy, was Victoria.

  Tingling with excitement at the visions of the dream, Emilia quietly and slowly brushed her fingers across her breast and then down beneath the covers, closing her eyes.

  They had been walking in the wild gardens of the Duke’s manor, past harebells and callunas, primroses and thistles, along a sculpted bordered edge which wound its way through the uneven grounds and across a little wooden bridge above a gentle brook.

  Emilia slipped her hand inside her knickers and began to touch herself as quietly as she could.

  As they’d walked their fingers had brushed gently against one another, with neither one wanting to reach out and hold the others hand for fear of accusations of impropriety.

  As they’d neared the bridge, the Countess had run ahead of her and leaned over the side before looking back and smiling.

  ‘No one is around,’ she’d said as she’d approached. ‘Kiss me.’

  Taken aback, she’d turned around in shock, afraid that one of the gardeners may have heard the countesses advance.

  Emilia quickened her pace, opening her eyes briefly to check Cassian was still asleep.

  Satisfied that the immediate vicinity of the garden was devoid of the presence of prying eyes, she’d stepped closer and embraced her secret lover. But as soon as their soft warm lips had met they’d heard the hard crunch of approaching feet on the gravel path.

  The Duke’s feet.

  The covers had fallen further away as she’d pleasured herself and she glanced down now and saw in surprise that Cassian’s gloriously hard member was poking out through the fly of his tight black boxers. The tip glistened in the morning light and she wondered for a moment what kind of dream he was having.

  A naughty idea crossed her mind. A really naughty idea.

  She rolled over onto her other side, facing away from him and then slipped off her knickers and pushed them down to the bottom of the mattress with her feet.

  He’d ask her on so many occasions to wake him up like this and now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

  Slowly and with a delicate ease, she slid herself across the bed towards
him, parting her thighs and reaching her hand between her legs as she approached his straining member.

  Her fingers touched the tip and she felt him surge and grow. She looked over her shoulder and smiled when she saw that his eyes were still closed.

  She bit her lip, and slipped the palm of her hand around him as gently as she could, shifting herself another few inches closer until the throbbing tip of his cock pressed firmly against her now soaking wet opening.

  Just as the Duke had done in her dream only moments before she’d woken up, her skirts pushed up around her waist, her body pressed up against the little wooden bridge, holding the hand of the countess as the Duke had thrust inside her.

  She felt him twitch and shift and she froze. Ever so slowly she looked back over her shoulder. He had stirred, but once again, he hadn't woken.

  It was now or never.

  She lined him up, pressing him between her lips with her fingers and then pushed backwards.

  She gasped as he entered her, his huge warm length sliding through her entrance with such ease it made her dizzy. She kept pushing until he was all the way inside, then she paused and waited.

  She could feel him twitching and quivering, like a long slow and rhythmic pulse.

  She lay still, not daring to move.

  It felt so good.

  She wasn't sure if he was still asleep or not, but she couldn’t hold back any longer. She pulled forward, feeling the shape of his head inside her as it slid along her sweet canal. Then she pushed back again, thrusting it up inside her.

  A moment later, she felt his hand slide around her hip, his fingers gripping her skin. Then he rolled her onto her front, pinning her down with such ease that it made her feel dizzy, and she bit her lip and smiled.

  ‘Morning,’ she said.

  He sank his cock into her so deep that she moaned into the pillow.