Play With Us: An Urban Foursome Game Night Fantasy (Erotic Swingers Book 2)

by Brianna Skylark

  Contents

  Copyright

  Play With Us

  Synopsis

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  Thank You

  Tushie

  Sharing Rose

  Be With Us

  Tushie - Sample Chapter

  About the Author

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Brianna Skylark.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, including information storage and retrieval systems, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  First edition October 2019.

  www.briannaskylark.com

  PLAY WITH US

  An Urban Foursome Game Night Fantasy

  BRIANNA SKYLARK

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  Play With Us: An Urban Foursome Game Night Fantasy is the second book in the Erotic Swingers series and is the sequel to Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story, but can still be thoroughly enjoyed as a stand-alone naughty novel.

  Roll the dice. Pick a card. Choose your fantasy.

  Husband and wife, Emilia and Cassian have invited their new friends, Mark and Amy over for dinner and a night of fun and games… with a very naughty twist.

  After their first foray into the world of swinging, Emilia and Cassian, and newlyweds Amy and Mark are eager to get back together to explore their blossoming friendship. So when Emilia suggests dinner at their house, followed by a few boardgames, Amy knows exactly the one she wants to play.

  Four players. Adults only. No limits. You can never have too much fourplay.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  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, and it all flooded back to her.

  She’d been dreaming about her naughty book again. About the Duke and his lover, the Duchess Elizabeth and her lover the Countess Victoria. Except in her dream, she was the Duchess 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 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 o
r 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.

  ‘Morning,’ he whispered in her ear.

  She gripped the bedsheets and squeezed her thighs together. As he began to make love to her in earnest, she turned her head to the side, her eyes still closed.

  ‘Were you dreaming about Amy?’ she said, softly.

  Cassian’s cock surged inside her, she felt as though the tip had grown and pulsed, as though he was about to cum just from the mention of the girl he’d made love to just two nights ago. He slowed down and she grinned.

  ‘I'll take that as a yes.’

  ‘Maybe,’ he said, pushing himself up onto his muscular arms. His pace increased again and she saw that he was looking down, watching his cock sliding in and out her, just below the cheeks of her bottom.

  It was the first time that they’d made love since they’d spent the night with their new friends Mark and Amy two days before.

  Before the weekend, Emilia had never been with anyone else but her husband. No other man had ever been inside her, until Mark. Cassian too, had never been with another woman until he’d made love to Amy on the same bed.

  Now Cassian was back inside her, and it felt like he was reclaiming her. He felt passionate, strong and urgent.

  His left hand slid down her spine affectionately and came to a rest on her bottom, his fingers playing across her cheeks as he made her his again. Suddenly he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

  ‘Did you like it when Mark’s cock was in your ass?’

  Emilia squirmed in embarrassment and buried her face in the pillow. Then she nodded.

  ‘How did it feel?’

  She turned her head sideways as Cassian pushed deep into her again.

  ‘Good,’ she said, quietly, then even quieter. ‘Naughty.’

  ‘Did he come inside you?’

  She nodded again, a quiet moan escaping her lips as she did.

  ‘Did it feel good?’

  ‘Yeah,’ she said, reaching up and holding his cheek in her palm. ‘Harder.’

  Cassian obliged.

  ‘Yes,’ she whispered, laying her arm flat again and gripping hold of the sheets as Cassian’s muscle bound body bore down onto her, stretching her pussy with his growing cock.

  ‘Do you want him to fuck you again?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said even louder.

  ‘Say it,’ said Cassian.

  ‘I want Mark to fuck me,’ she said.

  ‘Where?’

  ‘Everywhere,’ she said, crying out now.

  She was going to cum, like an avalanche crashing down the side of a mountain, there was no stopping it. She was boiling over.

  As she climaxed she went silent, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth wide open as Cassian continued to plough into her from behind.

  She saw stars as her fingers and toes tingled and spread out, curling and flexing. She began to shake and throb and suddenly Cassian pulled out of her and she fell forward, coiling into a tight ball as the powerful orgasm wracked her body.

  She shook and breathed and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure spread throughout her body.

  Then Cassian was pulling her up again and rolling her over.

  He wasn't done with her.

  She felt weak and wobbly, and barely able to move. Then she looked back at him and saw that he was still hard.

  Slowly, she sat upright and shuffled towards him, taking his manhood in her palm and sliding her hand up and down it once as she brought it close to her mouth, letting it touch the edge of her lips.

  Teasing him.

  Then she took him in as deep as she could, running her tongue over his head and slowing down to look up at him, his eyes meeting hers with such love and affection that hers filled with tears for a moment.

  ‘I love you,’ he said.

  She slid him further into her, going as far as she could manage into her throat and then she rocked back and forth whilst looking up, her fingers closed tight around his shaft.

  She could tell he was going to cum, so she sped up, squeezing her lips around him as his stomach tightened, his abs popping and straining.

  She reached up and cupped his balls as he groaned, and then a moment later she felt them retract and pulse as her mouth filled with his warm seed.

  She melted as she felt him pumping into her throat and she kept sliding back and forth, teasing every last drop out of him as he buckled.

  She loved doing this to him. She loved making his knees go weak.

  She loved him.

  He fell forward onto the bed beside her and she lay down resting her head on his chest, feeling and listening to it rise and fall, slower and slower as he recovered. His whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat and Emilia found it intoxicating, as though it was a pheromone that she couldn't resist.

  She found herself getting aroused again. It was as though making love with Amy and Mark had sparked some animal instinct in them both. Something primal. A powerful urge to reclaim each other, but it wasn’t driven by jealously. It was driven by love and lust.

  ‘I love you too,’ she said, looking at up him.

  Without opening his eyes, Cassian leaned down and kissed her on the top of the head.

  Emilia turned, still wrapped inside the warm embrace of his arm, and looked across to the window. The sun had risen higher into the sky and the golden light of the morning was brightening into daylight. Out across the garden she could see a fine mist drifting through the trees.

  It reminded her of the morning they had arrived at the spa. How the drive over through the valley, filled with clouds and mist, had been so beautiful. How the trees by the pool had felt mysterious. How it had made her feel isolated, yet safe.

  In the morning, they’d all made love again. All of them together. Then they’d breakfasted and parted ways, but since then, they had heard nothing.

  Amy hadn’t called or texted, and she and Cassian hadn’t talked about it until just now. It was as though it hadn’t happened.

  Emilia didn’t want that.

  ‘Did you like making love with them?’ she said timidly, her fingers idly playing with the hair on her husband’s chest.

  Cassian breathed deeply, Emilia’s head rising and falling with each breath. He reached up and smoothed his hand over her long blonde hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.

  ‘Yes,’ he said.

  Emilia looked up at him excitedly smiling.

  ‘Really?’

  Cassian nodded.

  ‘What did it feel like… being with Amy?’

  Cassian blinked and hesitated. ’Different.’

  ‘I don’t want you to feel like this is some shitty trap I’m leading you into, I really want to know.’

  Cassian looked into his wife’s eyes and smiled, reassured.

  ‘She felt amazing,’ he said.

  ‘Did you like her pussy?’ she grinned. ‘Did she feel really good?’

  Cassian nodded, smiling. ’How did Mark feel?’

  ‘Thick,’ she said.

  ’Thick?’ he frowned.

  Emilia nodded. ‘He’s girthier than you. You’re longer, he’s thicker.’ As she spoke her fingers worked their way down his chest and across his abdomen.

  ‘What did it feel like when we were both inside you?’ said Cassian.

  ‘Warm and full,’ she buried her face in his chest, her fingers still moving down towards his crotch. ‘I can’t believe we’re talking about this.’

  Cassian leaned down and kissed her on the lips as her finger tips danced across his harden
ing member.

  ‘I liked watching you with him,’ he said, quietly. ‘I liked watching you come.’

  Emilia blushed and looked away, she felt awkward suddenly, almost ashamed.

  ‘Even though it wasn’t you?’

  He shrugged. ’I like seeing you happy, it makes me feel happy.’

  ‘You make me happy,’ she closed her fingers around him as she looked up.

  ‘It helped that I was inside Amy at the time,’ he laughed. ‘I reckon that eased the jealously a little.’

  ‘Did you feel jealous?’ she said as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft.

  ‘Yes and no,’ he said. ‘I don’t feel jealous now though.’

  ‘Do you want to see them again?’ she felt him harden at the suggestion.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Would you like to make love with them again?’

  ‘Yes,’ he said. His cock was full again and throbbing in her hand.

  ‘Do you want to fuck Amy again?’ she started to slide up and down faster now and Cassian lay his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

  ‘Uh-huh,’ he moaned.

  ‘I liked watching you with her. When she lay down flat, and you fucked her from behind. I liked seeing her cum from your dick.’

  She breathed deeply and smiled.

  ‘And I liked watching you come inside her.’

  She felt him shake and sigh.

  As she continued to stroke him, she rolled over and opened her bedside drawer, pulling out a small object and holding it tight in her free hand.

  ‘You know,’ said Emilia. ‘You’re, once again, the last man to fuck me…’

  Cassian opened his eyes and looked across at her, confused.

  ‘But Mark was the last man to fuck my ass.’

  His eyes widened as Emilia slipped the small bottle of lube into his hands.

  ‘Shall we change that?’ she said, grinning as she rolled over and lay on her front.