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

by Brianna Skylark

  He was up like a shot. She listened, grinning as he unscrewed the little bottle and looked back as he began to hurriedly coat himself in the slick liquid.

  ‘I’m all yours,’ she said, smiling as he quickly knelt behind her, his throbbing cock looked as hard as a steel girder.

  He placed his hands on her cheeks and a moment later she gasped as she felt the tip of his cock pressing gently against her sweet little hole.

  She bit down on her bottom lip.

  ‘Be gentle.’

  *

  Wisps of steam curled into the mid-morning air from Emilia’s freshly made coffee, permeating her senses as she breathed the invigorating aroma deep into her lungs.

  Her palms wrapped around the warm mug as she listened to the birds singing in the trees, interrupted occasionally by the cars passing beyond the line of Oaks at the end of their garden.

  She walked barefoot across the decking and settled herself down on one of the wooden loungers, tucking her thick dressing gown beneath her to cushion her bottom.

  She smiled as she thought back to how she’d pleasured herself right here, just two weeks ago and how in doing so, a whole new chapter of their lives had opened up, taking all of them in a whole new direction.

  Then she blushed as she thought about how naughty and rude it all was.

  Less than a week ago, she’d been fucked by a man named Mark, a man she barely knew but somehow trusted. She’d never made love to anyone but Cassian before, but then they’d met Amy and her husband and everything had changed.

  The Masquerade ball, with all its debauchery and decadence, had proved too much for them all, but they had found a connection between each other. A much deeper connection than any of them had ever anticipated, and together they had risked heartbreak and jealously, and their marriages to see where that connection might lead.

  Last weekend, it had led to a spacious hotel room in a five star spa resort, and the most incredible, satisfying and lustful night of their lives.

  Mark and Cassian had made love to her, at the same time. Then she’d gone down on Amy, something she’d never thought she’d ever have the chance to do with another girl, despite her fantasies.

  It had been perfect.

  Just thinking about it again was arousing her.

  She looked up at the passing clouds, obscuring the clear blue sky.

  Somehow, she had never been happier. It was as though her heart had grown and doubled in size.

  The back door opened and Cassian stepped out onto the decking, carrying her slippers which he placed down at her feet.

  She slipped them on and smiled.

  ‘Hey,’ she said, wiggling herself into the cosy slip-ons. ‘How are you doing?’

  ‘I have never slept so well,’ he laughed.

  ‘You went out like a light,’ she said as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. ‘It’s almost midday.’

  ‘Is it? Oh gosh, sorry. How long have you been up?’

  ‘Only fifteen minutes or so.’

  Cassian sat down on the lounger opposite her.

  ‘Have you, um... have you heard from them yet?’

  Emilia shook her head and turned away, looking toward the end of the garden.

  ‘Do you think I should text her?’

  Cassian shrugged.

  ‘Do you think they’re having second thoughts?’ she said, looking back at him.

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘I know I asked this morning, but that was... different, but... do you want to see them again?’

  Cassian looked up and grinned and then turned away. A squirrel ran along the fence line and leapt up into one of the trees at the rear, clambering up higher and higher, and a moment later a large ginger cat raced down from the roof of next doors garage giving chase.

  ‘Yes,’ said Cassian, nodding.

  ‘As friends?’

  Cassian shook his head vigorously, laughing. ‘Wait. No, that’s not fair, I don’t mean that. I do want them as friends too, but...’

  ‘Friends with benefits,’ said Emilia.

  ‘Yes, but more than that,’ said Cassian, sipping his coffee. A cloud of steam rose from the surface of the brew and dissipated into the morning air as he spoke. ‘Is that what you want?’

  ‘Right now?’ she grinned. ‘Whilst I’m not horny, with no expectation of sex, and whilst I’m in a reasonable and rational state of mind?’

  Cassian frowned and nodded.

  ‘More than anything in the world,’ she said smiling with relief. ‘I miss them. Right now, I’m missing them.’

  Her husband returned her smile but she could see that he looked a little hurt by what she’d said.

  ‘Please don’t be upset,’ she reached for his hand. ‘I love you.’

  ‘I know you do, I love you too, and I do get it. But I also want to be enough for you, if this doesn’t work out. I don’t want you to be unhappy.’

  ‘You are enough for me,’ she said, squeezing her fingers. ‘I’ll always love you. I just want to be around them, and you.’

  ‘We should call them, or text them then.’

  ‘Do you really think we should?’

  Cassian nodded. ‘What’s stopping you?’

  ‘I’m scared to. What if they say they don’t want to see us anymore?’

  ‘They’re probably having the same conversation we are. Just text them.’

  ‘Aren’t we supposed to leave it for a few days or something?’

  ‘I think that’s dating. This is different.’

  Emilia looked away again. ‘I’m seeing Alice this afternoon,’ she said after a while, trying to steer the conversation in a new direction.

  She laughed inside as Cassian’s eyes lit up. It wasn’t really a secret that he fancied her older sister. Not a well hidden one anyway.

  ‘Oh yeah? Is she coming over?’

  ‘No such luck, I’m afraid,’ she said, winking at him. ‘We’re going out on the river.’

  ’Nice. Would you like me to drop you off?’

  ‘Would you mind?’

  ‘Of course not,’ said Cassian standing up. He took a few steps towards her and pulled her in, embracing her where he stood. ‘Stop worrying about what Amy and Mark think, or don’t think. Just text them.’

  Emilia nodded. ‘Ok,’ she said. ‘I will.’

  Cassian smiled, knowingly. ‘But not right now?’

  Emilia laughed. ‘No, not right now.’

  ‘You coming in?’

  ‘In a minute,’ she said.

  As Cassian walked back into the house, Emilia sat listening to the sounds of the birds and thinking.

  She slipped her phone out of the pocket of her dressing gown, and looked at the screen.

  No new messages.

  She took a deep breath, and sighed.

  *

  Alice locked the oars into place on either side of the little row boat, letting it drift smoothly in the slow current of the River Cherwell. Sunlight reflected off the dappled surface of the water as a gentle breeze swept in from the shoreline.

  Cassian had dropped Emilia off at the Boathouse just after midday, and Alice had arrived on foot ten minutes later. Emilia had been amused by Cassian’s insistence on staying until Alice arrived. She’d always accepted Cassian’s crush on her older sister, and Alice’s crush on Cass.

  They were the same age, and were in the same year at school together, sharing several of the same classes and although they’d never been close, Emilia always suspected this had less to do with a lack of compatibility and more to do with neither of them wanting to get too close for her sake.

  The truth was that Emilia loved them both more than she could ever explain, and found their attraction to one another sweet.

  Cassian was amazing. He was funny, sweet, handsome and tall, olive skinned, talented and intelligent. He was more than a great catch and her sister was one of the smartest, funniest, most sexually liberated and beautiful women she’d ever known.

  Could she blame them?
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  She had long ago decided that she would never be angry if they were to give in to their desire for one another, and had given both of them her blessing at one time or another.

  She suspected that neither believed her or thought that she was serious and in many ways, that suited her just fine.

  Alice didn’t like the more popular punt style boats which lined the side of the sloped quay, and had booked a traditional rowing boat for them both. After finishing their coffee’s they’d helped each other into the little wooden vessel and pushed away from the jetty heading upstream towards the Vicky Arms where they’d planned to have lunch.

  As they rowed towards Wolfson Bridge, Alice winked and fixed Emilia with a cheeky grin.

  ‘So, how was your first foursome?’

  ‘How did you? What?’ said Emilia, flustered.

  ‘I knew it,’ said Alice, laughing. ‘I fucking knew it, from the second I saw you this morning, everything about you screamed I’ve been fucked six ways from Sunday and I fucking loved it.’

  ‘Alice,’ hissed Emilia.

  ‘What the hell else did you bring me all the way out here to tell me?’

  Emilia glared at her sister, trying to keep a straight face, but she couldn’t help it.

  She burst into a grin.

  ‘You dirty fucking whore.’

  ‘Shh,’ said Emilia.

  ‘What? No-one gives a toss,’ said Alice, cackling now. ‘Hey everyone, my sister had her first fourway at the weekend.’

  Emilia jumped forward and clamped a hand over Alice’s mouth making the boat rock precipitously as a small cheer rose up from a nearby group of men on a punt, heading the other way.

  Alice laughed as her sister sat back down.

  ‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘I’m just really excited for you.’

  Emilia looked out along the river towards the little arched bridge they were drifting towards and smiled.

  ‘It wasn’t… it wasn’t, dirty. It wasn’t just sex.’

  Alice raised her eyebrows and leaned forward, crossing her legs and resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

  ‘But you did get fucked by another couple?’

  Emilia blushed and grinned as she played with a loose strand of her hair.

  She looked down at Alice’s feet in the bottom of the little wooden boat, laughing to herself at the sight of her beautiful, tall, blonde sister in a pair of rainbow wellington boots.

  She nodded, looking up at her and then suddenly down with shame.

  ‘I’m really happy for you.’

  Emilia looked up again, confused. ‘What?’

  ‘I’ve never seen you happier.’ Alice smiled and leaned forward taking her sisters hand and squeezing it. ‘You’re glowing.’

  ‘Thank you,’ she said, surprised at her sister’s sudden show of compassion.

  ‘It’s okay, you know?’

  Emilia looked confused. ‘What is?’

  ‘Having sex with other people,’ she said, smiling kindly. ‘I can see you’re struggling. You’re not letting anyone down.’

  Emilia both loved and hated that her sister could just cut through all the bullshit and get straight to the core of whatever was bothering her. She wondered if it was a super power that all sisters harboured, or if Alice was just particularly intuitive and in-tune with her.

  ‘It’s not normal though, is it?’

  ‘Is marriage normal? Is monogamy normal?’

  ‘Yes? It’s what everyone does, we find someone, we fall in love, we get married, we have kids.’

  ‘We cheat, we’re dishonest, fuck prostitutes, masturbate to porn, have secret fantasies. We’re not meant to be monogamous. Fucking around is in our genes.’

  ‘It’s not, how can you say that?’

  ‘It just is, we spent thousands of years living in tribes, where everyone shagged everyone. There were no wives or husbands, you just enjoyed sex like you enjoyed a wild fucking boar.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Hell yes, and it was in the tribes interest too. If no one knew which kid was theirs then they looked out for every kid, not just their own. The whole tribe was stronger and everyone had a good time. Then tribes stopped wandering, populations grew, agriculture started, community farming exploded, people wanted to demarcate their land, then they wanted to pass it on to their children and that’s how marriage came about and that marked the end of socially acceptable polyamory. All because people wanted to build fucking fences to mark their territory and make sure everybody knew which tiny part of the kingdom was theirs.’

  ‘And all that makes this okay?’

  ‘Yes, but it’s not going to be easy. You’re doing it the honest way though, the no-bullshit, no cheating, giving in to your feelings and no-one getting hurt way.’

  ‘Is that better?’

  ‘Fuck yes. Is Cassian happy?’

  ‘I think so?’

  ‘Is he happy for you?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Are you happy?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘So which one fucked you in the ass?’

  Emilia eyes widened in shock as she opened her mouth. ‘Oh my goodness,’ she said, pushing Alice back and picking up the oars. ‘We’re going back.’

  ‘Don’t be daft,’ she said, laughing as the boat wobbled in the water.

  A shadow fell over them both as they drifted underneath the little arched walkway that crossed the river.

  Alice yelped in surprise as a creeper hanging down from the side brushed against her shoulder and then burst into laughter again as Emilia tried her best to avoid it and nearly fell in.

  Her big sister reached out to steady her as Emilia overcompensated and they both fell sideways and ended up laying crumpled together in the bottom of the boat laughing.

  ’Come on, they must have double teamed you at some point. If not, you’re doing orgies wrong.’

  Emilia stared up into the blue sky through the trees which lined the river as they drifted out from the other side of the bridge. Her whole body was shaking with hysterics as she gave into the absurdity of the situation.

  ‘They all did,’ said Emilia, giving up.

  ‘Whoa,’ said Alice, sitting up on her elbows. ‘All of them? Did she rim you?’

  Emilia nodded, squealing. ‘And I fucking loved it.’

  ‘Fuck yes.’

  Alice sat upright, holding her hand up for a high five, and then she shifted herself back up and onto the seat at one end of the little rowboat and leaned forward, offering a hand to her sister and pulling her up to sitting.

  ‘Are you seeing them again?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ she shrugged, her smile fading.

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘We haven’t heard from them.’

  ‘Since when?’

  ’Sunday.’

  ‘Text them.’

  ‘What do I say though?’ said Emilia, wiping away the remaining tears of laughter from her eyes.

  ‘Hey Aimes, how do you and Marky-Mark fancy coming over for dinner and some sex on Friday night? Around 8pm? Bring a bottle of lube. Kiss, kiss.’

  ‘You’re so funny,’ said Emilia, pouting.

  ‘I’m serious.’

  ‘I can’t say that.’

  ‘Do you like them?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Then tell them.’

  ‘Aren’t we supposed to play hard to get or something? Not seem too keen?’

  ‘Do you want to?’

  Emilia shook her head. ‘No.’

  ‘If you want some ripped fuckboy named Tyson to come over and give you a good deep dicking then yes, by all means play hard to get, but when you actually like someone, or in this case more than one someone, then the rules change. Let them know, and make it clear that you want them.’

  Emilia frowned and smiled, looking to the side at the trees that lined the river as they passed.

  ‘Do you think so?’

  ‘Text them now.’

  ‘My phone’s in the wet bag.’
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  ‘Then get it out.’

  Emilia hesitated, then watched in horror as Alice snatched the red waterproof sack and began to open it, turning it away from her reach.

  ’What’s your passcode?’ she said, digging the little smart phone out and holding it in her hands. Emilia reached for it, but Alice was too fast.

  ‘Careful, it might fall in. Is it your birthday?’ she tapped at the screen, taunting her. ‘Hmm. No.’

  ‘Give it back,’ laughed Emilia, still reaching for it. ‘Don’t you dare.’

  ‘Cass’s birthday,’ Alice jabbed at the numbers again. ’Nope… Ooh! My birthday!’

  Emilia lunged for the phone desperately as Alice turned away, holding the screen tight as she punched in six more digits on her third attempt.

  The screen unlocked.

  ‘You are so sweet,’ she laughed as she opened the messaging app and scrolled the short distance to Amy’s name, typing away fast as Emilia continued trying to wrestle it from her grip.

  ‘Hi Amy, just wondering if you and Mark fancy dinner on Friday night? Kiss.’

  Alice hit the send button, nearly losing the phone to the river, and then she relented, handing it back to her dishevelled and fuming sister. Emilia was about to start shouting when she saw a little bubble of text appear at the bottom of the screen.

  She frowned, her anger and embarrassment gone, replaced with apprehension and a little dread.

  ‘She’s texting back.’

  Her stomach dropped as she watched the little animation.

  It disappeared, and she held her breath. A moment later there was a gentle whoosh as the response came through.

  Yes, yes, yes. We’d love to xXx

  ‘What does it say?’ said Alice, leaning forward.

  There was another little whoosh.

  I’ve missed you x

  Emilia’s neck prickled as she looked up at her sister, barely able to contain her excitement.

  ‘I think we’re having dinner on Friday night.’

  *

  CHAPTER TWO

  EMILIA SQUEEZED HER thighs together in the shower, trying to somehow squish herself in a futile attempt to stem the waves of excitement and arousal coursing through her soaking wet body.