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

by Brianna Skylark

  Amy’s lips were so soft, she found herself running her hand across her cheek and into her hair, their eyes closed as they pressed their bodies together, enjoying each other’s warmth.

  And then Amy stopped and pulled away, looking into Emilia’s eyes and smiling mischievously.

  ‘Oh my goodness, you can’t tease me like that,’ Emilia breathed, laughing and shaking.

  ‘I’ll make up for it later,’ said Amy as she kissed her again.

  She took her hand, entwined their fingers and squeezed and then pulled her along and began to walk back across the decking, just as the men opened the door, looking for them.

  ‘What have you two been up to?’ said Mark, seeing them walking towards him hand in hand.

  ‘Just a quick tour of the garden,’ laughed Amy, winking at her husband.

  He looked at his wife whose face was flushed and red, and frowned. Then he smiled as she threw her arms around him and kissed him.

  ‘Shall we go back inside and warm up?’ she said, looking sideways at Amy as she tried not to giggle.

  *

  ‘So come on, I’ve been excited all week wondering what you’re going to cook for us all. What are we having?’ said Amy as she stepped through into the dining room.

  Emilia laughed nervously. ’Ok, but you have to understand that I spent a lot of time thinking about this,’ she said, holding her hands up. ‘It’s not easy cooking for two people you don’t know. I freaked out last night when it crossed my mind that you might be vegetarian, but then I remembered you had chorizo on your pizza last week, and then I got worried that you might have a seafood allergy or a nut allergy, but then I figured you probably would’ve said something at the spa about that.’

  Amy shook her head, and smiled sweetly as Emilia breathed in.

  ‘So now you have a small insight into my anxiety riddled brain, I can tell you that we are having tapas, with spanish tortilla, sautéed chorizo, flash fried prawns, seared beef with grilled peppers, goats cheese and fennel tart and a seafood paella, with bread, olives and some patatas bravas.’

  ‘Oh wow,’ said Amy, her eyes wide. ‘That sounds incredible.’

  Whilst the two girls had been out in the garden, Cassian had put on some light music in the lounge, playing through a couple of little bluetooth speakers and it filtered through to where they were stood, making Emilia feel a little more relaxed.

  She smiled as Mark pulled back one of the wooden dining chairs for her and she settled down into the seat and pulled herself in, pleased as she watched Cassian do the same for Amy. It felt a little strange as it wasn’t her usual seat, but she was getting used to abnormal and went with it.

  Cassian produced two bottles of wine from the kitchen and was doing his best waiter impression, having draped a tea towel over his forearm as Mark busied himself bringing dishes through and laying them out on the table.

  ‘Red or white, Madame and Madame?’ he said to Amy and his wife, gesturing between the two choices as he spoke.

  ‘The Rioja please.’

  ‘White for me.’

  ‘So, it must be quite exciting, being married to a bodyguard?’ asked Emilia as Cassian sat down.

  Amy laughed. Their feet touched underneath the table as they spoke, the smooth silk of Amy’s stockings against her own was electrifying.

  ‘It’s fun, at times. He makes me feel safe,’ said Amy, glancing mischievously at her husband as he took his seat.

  ‘Do you get to meet celebrities?’

  Amy nodded. ‘Yes, but trust me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Some of them are truly awful people. Many of them are rude,’ she said, pausing to think and sipping her wine. ‘Maybe I’m being unfair, their lifestyle is so fast that everything and everyone around them must be a blur, but it can’t hurt to slow down and be kind once in a while and I think a lot of them forget to do that, or it just becomes normal not to.’

  ‘I guess if everyone rewards you, no matter what you do or how you treat them, then you start to think it’s okay to treat people that way,’ said Emilia.

  ‘Yeah, I guess so. It’s like there are some people who treat waiters and waitresses like shit, and there’s other’s who give them all the time and patience in the world. If you get away with it for long enough, it just becomes normal.’

  Emilia tucked a wayward strand of loose blonde hair back behind her ear as she looked sideways at Mark. For a moment their eyes met and they both smiled at one another, then turned away.

  ‘Did you guys date?’ said Emilia.

  Amy’s eye’s narrowed.

  ‘Sort of,’ she said, laughing nervously. ‘Mark rescued me from my abusive ex, that also happened to be a client of his.’

  ‘You said this before, the night we went out for dinner.’

  Amy nodded.

  ‘There’s an old saying, never meet your heroes. Turns out you should never date them either.’

  ‘Who was it?’ said Cassian.

  ‘No,’ said Amy, shaking her head. ‘I don’t want to say. You’d have heard of him, and your opinion of me might change and I don’t want that,’ she paused to take a bite of chorizo. ‘It’s like when couples ask each other how many people they’ve each slept with. If one of them has shagged just a handful of people and the other is into double figures, it changes the dynamic.’

  ‘I don’t really have that problem,’ said Emilia, popping an olive between her lips. ‘Everyone I’ve ever slept with is in this room.’

  Amy bit her lip and laughed, covering her mouth with her hand whilst nodding.

  ‘In answer to your question though, yes, we sort of dated,’ she went on, dipping a long slice of ciabatta into a slick mixture of olive oil and balsamic vinegar. ‘It took me a little while to get over what I’d gone through, but Mark stuck with me. He looked after me and he was patient.’

  ‘I knew I was going to marry her,’ said Mark, smiling. ‘It wasn’t patience, I just had all the time in the world.’

  Emilia tried not to melt, instead focusing on de-shelling a prawn and popping it into her mouth.

  ‘So you both met at school?’ said Amy.

  Cassian nodded, still chewing on some patatas bravas, he went to answer but coughed as the spice hit the back of his throat.

  ‘Careful mate, too spicy for you?’

  Cassian coughed harder and shook his head, his eyes watering as Mark laughed.

  ‘I seem to remember you telling me,’ said Mark, taking advantage of Cassian’s state. ‘That Emilia was the one that pursued you. Is that right?’

  Cassian held his hand up in protest, laughing as he tried to catch his breath.

  ‘Is that so, Cass?’ said Emilia, her eyes wide in surprise. ‘Is that what he told you?’ turning back to Mark.

  ‘That’s right, I seem to remember he used the words hound and groupie.’

  ‘Oh my goodness,’ said Emilia, holding a hand to her mouth in shock.

  Cassian finally caught his breath, coughing once more to clear his throat.

  ‘One hundred percent true,’ he laughed. ‘Not one word of a lie.’

  Emilia gasped as the other two burst into laughter.

  ‘She stalked me,’ he continued. ‘Relentlessly for two years.’

  Emilia was both grinning and glaring at him with dagger eyes.

  ‘There might be some truth to what he’s saying,’ said Emilia, reluctantly. ‘It’s like Mark said, I knew I was going to marry him. It was just a matter of when. But it wasn’t a one-way street. I don’t remember you protesting.’

  Cassian waved his hands again, his voice finally returning to almost normal. He took a sip of wine. ‘No, I loved it.’

  Emilia winked at him across the table and then turned back to look at Amy who was smiling mischievously at her. She frowned briefly before reaching for the bread knife, lining it up on the board to slice some more ciabatta.

  ‘Would anyone li-,’ was as far as she got when she felt the soft silk of Amy’s stocking wrapped foot, sliding slowly up her i
nner thigh. She darted her eyes across at her, but she was in the middle of slicing some seared beef. Emilia’s thigh clamped together instinctively, trapping the girls foot.

  Amy didn’t react at all, instead just continuing to cut into the singed meat. She looked up and frowned.

  ‘What was that, Em?’

  Below the table she wiggled her toes and then winked.

  Emilia relaxed her thigh muscles, and took a deep breath, slowly parting her legs.

  ‘Sorry, I was going to say, would anyone like any-,’ she inhaled sharply as Amy’s toe slid back down her leg. ‘More bread?’

  ‘Yes, please,’ said Mark.

  Emilia started to cut as Amy’s toe’s pressed against the top of her foot, squeezing and pressing into her affectionately.

  ‘So tell us more about what you do then, Cass?’ said Amy, taking the conversation in a new direction.

  ‘I work in marketing, but my actual role is brand development, I’m in a senior position so I oversee a team of designers and brand specialists and together we create identities for emerging businesses and rebrand existing companies.’

  ‘Anyone we might have heard of?’ asked Mark.

  ‘Maybe,’ he said. ‘Our biggest client is ADF?’

  Mark nodded, ‘Not bad.’

  Amy’s foot began to slide back up Emilia’s leg.

  ‘We also worked on the rebranding of Bella last year?’

  ‘The clothing company?’ said Amy.

  ‘Yep. I designed their new logo,’ said Cassian proudly.

  ‘Oh my goodness, I spend far too much money there. That’s amazing.’

  ‘What about you, Em?’ said Amy suddenly, turning to look at her. ‘How did you get into physiotherapy?’

  Emilia suddenly felt flustered as she found all of their attention directed at her. ‘I just, I always wanted to help people? My mum had an accident when I was twelve and she had to go through physio, and she used to take me with her. I found it really interesting. I asked my teachers about it and they put me onto a career advisor who recommended biology in upper school and college, followed by training. After the course, I was offered a placement and from there I got a full time role in the team.’

  ‘So how long have you worked there?’ said Amy, sliding her foot back up slowly.

  Emilia blushed and tried not to grin, hiding her smile behind her fingers.

  ‘Oh, I don’t know, much too long,’ but she couldn’t help it any longer, bursting into laughter.

  Cassian looked back and forth between the two girls as they giggled and then looked quizzically at Mark who seemed completely unfazed.

  ‘They’re playing footsie under the table,’ he said as he bit down on a slice of seared beef, and raised his eyebrows. ‘Does anyone want the last piece of bread?’

  Both women looked at one another, surprised by Mark’s apparent sixth sense and burst into more hysterical giggling.

  ‘I’ll share it with you?’ said Cass, doing his best not to laugh, reaching for it and breaking it in half as Mark shrugged.

  ‘As if we don’t share enough, mate,’ laughed Mark, taking it and nodding his appreciation.

  Cassian leaned back in his chair, chuckling as the girls began to calm down. Then he frowned as he remembered something. He looked over at Amy, with a quizzical expression.

  ‘So, what’s in the box?’ he said to her.

  Amy panicked and looked over at Mark who raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

  ‘Your idea, you tell them.’

  ‘Ok, but not here. Let’s finish our food first and then can we move into the lounge?’ said Amy, nodding at the large space in front of the couches in the newly rearranged living room area.

  ‘Of course,’ said Emilia, frowning with excitement and curiosity.

  As they all turned their attention back to their food, Emilia noticed that Amy was trying to hide her flushed and blushing cheeks.

  *

  CHAPTER THREE

  ‘YOU HAVE TO promise not to laugh,’ said Amy, timidly holding the mysterious box between her hands as it rested on her knees. She was sat on the sofa, whilst Emilia was on the thick carpeted floor in front of Cassian, where she couldn't help glancing at the dark gap between Amy’s legs, now visible to her from where she was sitting.

  Cassian sat hunched forward in anticipation in one of the two arm chairs, whilst Mark who was clearly in the know, sat back to watch from the other. Amy glanced over at him, then back to the other couple. Emilia noticed that her cheeks were beginning to glow again, and after a moment she let go of the box and plunged her face into the palms of her hands.

  ‘Oh gosh, I don't know if I can do this,’ she said, laughing.

  She looked over at Mark again.

  ‘Why did you let me do this?’

  Mark held his hands up.

  ‘For the record, I think it's a great idea,’ he said. ‘But you suggested it, so you can do the talking.’

  Amy turned back and made eye contact with Emilia, biting her lip and seemingly trying to draw strength from her friend’s bemused yet friendly gaze.

  ‘Ok, I'm just going to open it and put it on the floor.’

  She stood up abruptly and then panicked and after another moment of hesitation where she nearly sat back down again, she carefully unwrapped the paper and placed the small, and colourful box onto the carpeted floor. Then she sat back and covered her eyes with her hands.

  Emilia frowned and leaned forward, trying to read some of the writing where she was sitting, but it was upside down and written in calligraphy.

  Struggling, she stood up and walked over, then knelt down with her back to Amy, her shoulders tantalising closer to touching the redheads silk covered knees.

  Emilia’s eyes widened as she read the words, then she covered her mouth with her hand as her jaw dropped open.

  ‘Oh my goodness.’

  ‘What does it say?’ said Cassian, frowning.

  Emilia turned, her hand now covering a wide smile and laughed as she made eye contact with Amy, who was peering through the gaps in her fingers, embarrassed and squirming. She turned back and read the words on the box out loud.

  ‘Fourplay, the naughty game for naughty couples.’

  Cassian frowned and then his eyes widened and a curious smile crossed his face.

  ‘Is it too much? We don't have to play,’ said Amy, blushing. She bit down on the nail of her thumb, and then carried on. ‘We could just read some of the cards? Or there's a tamer version, or we can just do something else instead? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bought it-’

  Emilia turned around, smiling so broadly now that Amy stopped talking.

  ‘How do we play?’ she said.

  Amy stayed quiet for a moment, studying Emilia’s face, looking for signs that she might be offended or worse... winding her up. Then she too smiled as she saw that her friends excitement was genuine. She glanced up at the two men and then slipped down next to her on the floor of the living room and reached forward.

  She placed her palms either side of the box and let it slide down to open it, pushing the lid to one side and out of the way, tucking it next to her bag at the end of the sofa, and then removing the playing board.

  It folded out into a large rectangle which she placed in front of them both, spinning it around until it was facing them.

  Next she removed a large box of cards, which were separated by colour into four stacks. She passed one to Emilia. Cassian saw that it had the number three on the back.

  ‘Shuffle these.’

  Emilia began doing so, pausing as one of them caught her eye. As she read it to herself, she blanched.

  ‘What does it say?’ said Cassian, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

  ‘Lay on your front with your legs apart and wear the blindfold provided. All other players must tease you, in whatever manner they choose. Use all of your senses to identify each player. For each correct answer, you gain one point.’

  She stared wide eyed at Amy, grinning
madly.

  ‘Can we just skip the game and do this card now?’ she said, holding it up.

  Amy laughed and then snatched the pack back from Emilia’s hands.

  ‘Don't spoil them! That's not even one of the really naughty ones.’

  Emilia looked over at Cassian, her eyes as wide as saucers, and then grinned as he fell slowly backwards laughing quietly into his seat. She turned back to Amy with a serious look on her face.

  ‘We are playing this game, right now.’

  Amy nodded in excitement and took the other three decks out, handed one to Mark, a second to Emilia and then shuffled her own quickly before placing them face down on the matching illustrated numbers on the board.

  After glancing sideways at Emilia with a look full of mischief, she leaned over and removed four totems, each one a different colour and design, and finally, two dice.

  She shuffled around on the carpet, setting up the game, trying her best to keep a straight face, but finding it impossible to disguise her excitement.

  When she was done she beckoned for the two men, still sat in the arm chairs, to come down to the carpet and join them.

  After straightening her dress, she settled down to the left of Emilia, and both Cassian and Mark sat on the floor opposite their own wives, at each edge of the rectangular board.

  ‘Ok, so... the idea is simple. We each have a totem, and we take turns to move them around the board.’

  ‘Shaped like a mansion,’ interrupted Mark.

  ‘In the middle of a masquerade party, how appropriate,’ commented Cassian as he peered at the salubrious illustrations covering the surface.

  ‘Yes, and each turn we move up a level. Level one is pretty tame, and level four is…’ Amy paused and raised her eyebrows suggestively. ‘So on my turn, I roll the dice and the number I role, is the number of spaces I move forward.’

  Amy picked up the six sided dice and rolled it across the board. It landed on a four. Smiling, she picked up her totem and moved it four spaces forward from the entrance to the mansion. It landed on a space labelled Kiss.