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

  Contents

  Copyright

  Be With Us

  Synopsis

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Epilogue

  Play With Us - Sample Chapter

  Thank You

  Tushie

  Sharing Rose

  Play With Us

  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 July 2019.

  www.briannaskylark.com

  BE WITH US

  An Urban Foursome Love Story

  BRIANNA SKYLARK

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  Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story is the first book in the Erotic Swingers series but can be thoroughly enjoyed as a stand alone naughty novel.

  It started as a forbidden fantasy.

  A wife's desire to make love with another couple.

  And for her husband to watch as she is left breathless and satiated by another man.

  A loving spouse, his faithful wife; the girl of her dreams, and her alpha husband.

  After an evening of passion and honesty, Emilia finds the courage to reveal her darkest and deepest fantasy to her husband… for them to make love with another couple and for him to watch as she is left breathless and satiated by another man.

  But when they meet Amy and Mark at an exclusive and decadent Masquerade Ball, lust turns into infatuation and an unexpected crush creates heartache and jealously, complicating an exhilarating new friendship.

  Will opening up their perfect marriage be a step too far? Or will it be a journey of sexual awakening that will transform their lives forever...

  A heart isn't a box you can fill up, it grows the more you love.

  CHAPTER ONE

  THE SUN SHONE down a little too warm as Emilia relaxed on the wooden lounger in her back garden. Her sandals were off, her feet were stretched out, and her legs were ever so slightly apart. Half an hour ago she had returned home from her shift at the hospital and changed into a short floaty skirt and a shoestring camisole top. She’d thought about her outfit very carefully and she was feeling very kinky. Little shivers of arousal were travelling through her like electricity.

  It was spring, and it was quiet. Occasionally she could hear the sound of birds flitting between the branches of the cluster of trees that bordered their fence, the only barrier between her and the normally busy road beyond. She listened nervously and felt a small tingle of apprehension as her neighbours patio door slid open, closely followed by the quiet footsteps of Josie, their mousy and friendly neighbour as she made her way into her own garden. After a few tense moments Emilia could make out the snip-snip of shears as Josie began to tend to her roses.

  She had been thinking about her risqué plan for a while, inspired after she’d read a racy scene in one of her naughty books and had finally managed to build up the courage to see what it would feel like. Her husband wouldn't be home for an hour, so she had plenty of time. But now as she was readying herself, she was starting to feel silly and on edge. If she didn't do it now, she thought to herself with a little tingle of excitement, then she might never have the courage to try it again.

  She lay still, savouring the anticipation and then delicately rolled up the edge of her top, laying her hands flat on her stomach and looking around as her fingers lightly traced the contour of her belly. Tingling with excitement, she picked up her e-reader from the decking and swiped to unlock. It was already on the right page.

  Her sister, Alice had recommended the book to her over a year ago. Emilia had initially balked at the idea of reading an erotic historical romance, but the seed had been planted in a repressed and shameful part of her mind and there it had blossomed. As she had become more curious she had ordered herself a little e-reader, and (with a fake email address) she had bought a copy online.

  It was set in the lonely highlands of Scotland and centred on the unconventional love between the Duke, the Marquess Elizabeth and her best friend, the Countess Victoria. If she had bought this book as a paperback, it would have been ruined, battered and crinkled by now. She had read this particular chapter so many times that she knew it almost by heart, often recounting a little of it under her breath during quiet moments on her shifts.

  It wasn't just the thought of the book that had inflamed her, not entirely. It was the thought of what she planned to do to herself as she read it. Every two weeks her and her husband Cassian’s work patterns left her with a whole hour to herself, and she would often come home, sneak up to their bedroom and have a little sensual alone time, and this week she was going to do so outside, with the sun warming her face.

  What had aroused her so much though, was the thought that one of her neighbours in the houses that overlooked their garden might glance down from a first floor window or peek quietly through a hole in the fence and see her. It was the thought of being watched as she touched herself; a willing participant in an act of voyeurism. She was turned on by the fear and the guilt of being caught. It made her feel surprisingly giddy.

  She’d never done it outside before and she found herself feeling like a young girl again, discovering her body for the first time. She’d never touched herself beyond the confines of her own bedroom before, and for weeks the idea had been preoccupying her thoughts.

  She tried to settle herself down, and began to read, her breathing already uneven and shallow, her hands trembling.

  The Duke was stood by the hearth of the manor, stoking a roaring fire which blazed from the coals as a storm swept down through the moor and battered the old stone building. On the chaise-longue opposite him, huddled under a thick blanket were the wet through figures of the Countess and the Marquess, stripped down to their petticoats, warming themselves before the roaring flames.

  As she read, she slipped the tips of her fingers underneath the waistband of her skirt and into her knickers. She started slowly, circling herself with a single fingertip, her movements steady and subtle.

  She read on as Elizabeth stroked Victoria’s knuckles beneath the large blanket, and then moved her hand down to her friends naked thigh.

  Emilia closed her eyes, picturing the scene, whilst running her wet fingers down to her opening and back up to her clit.

  Beneath the blanket by the fire, the shy and retiring Victoria had found herself electrified at the touch of her friend, and after some gentle exploration was now slowly unlacing Elizabeth’s petticoat strings as her hands explored between Victoria’s thighs.

  Emilia quickened her pace, pushing her fingers inside and arching her head back, her eyes closed as she pleasured herself.

  The e-reader fell aside, but it didn't matter, she knew the story well enough that she didn't need it. She pictured Elizabeth’s fingers making their way up Victoria’s thigh, finding the edge of her under garments and slipping inside them. S
he saw in her mind as the Duke stood up and made his way over to the two women, throwing aside the rug and revealing their secret and illicit affair.

  Her underwear was getting wet and she pushed it down past her bottom and let out a quiet involuntary moan, and then blushed and froze as she wondered if Josie might’ve heard.

  As she started again, she found she was picturing herself as Elizabeth the Marquess as the strong arms of the Duke picked her up and handled her like a doll, positioning her against the tall edge of the chaise-longue, his trousers falling aside and his thick member searching and then slipping into her from behind.

  Emilia’s fingers were deep inside herself now, her movements no longer subtle or quiet, if anyone was looking out of their window they would see her playing with herself, and the thought made her quicken. She felt herself beginning to climax, her eyes fluttering open and looking around anxiously as her mouth let out another soft moan. Her fingers worked quickly against her clit, and for a fleeting moment she thought she heard Cassian calling her name.

  She suddenly felt ashamed and guilty at the thought of her husband catching her thinking about another man, her fingers between her thighs. Then to her surprise she felt a rush of arousal as she pictured him in the room with them, seeing her bent over the chair, the Duke thrusting into her and filling her with his seed, knowing that Cassian would be next in line to have her, to claim her.

  The thought of her husband watching her with the Duke caught her off guard and she felt a blush rise up past her neck as her whole body quivered. Her spine arched and she started to cum, her fingers deep inside her pussy… and then she could hear Cassian calling for her.

  He was in the house, he had come home early, but it was too late now. She had passed the point of no return. She gripped the edge of the wooden lounger as she climaxed and tried to stifle the moan escaping her lips, her mouth wide and her eyes screwed shut as she bent forward.

  Now the conservatory door was opening and she could hear him stepping onto the decking as she collapsed back down onto the lounger, her fingers still inside herself, twitching and pulsing.

  ‘Em, you okay? You asleep?’

  ‘Huh?’ she managed, her chest still shaking from the orgasm. Her lips were dry and she was breathing erratically. She rolled away sideways and slid her hand back out of her skirt, smoothing herself down and trying to catch her breath.

  ‘No, just dozing,’ she said, her whole body still throbbing. ‘Could you put the kettle on?’

  ‘Sure,’ he said, turning back towards the kitchen and buying her a few more seconds to recover.

  ‘How was your day?’ she asked as he came back and stood beside her, leaning down to kiss her glistening forehead as the low whistle of the boiling water began to build.

  ‘Interesting. James handed in his notice.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘Yeah, he’s moving over to Integen,’ he said, sitting down on the lounger next to hers. ‘Tom’s putting him on gardening leave.’

  ‘When he’s going?’

  ’Two weeks.’

  ‘But that’s before-‘

  ‘Yeah I know,’ he raised his eyebrows in dismay and lay back. ‘You okay? You’re sweating.’

  ‘I'm fine, just a little warm.’

  ‘How was your shift?’

  ‘Good, I had a nice old man with a hip dislocation who was telling me all about his wife and his mistresses, that was very entertaining,’ she said, taking a deep, uneven breath. ‘And a pretty young girl who works on a cruise ship as a singer and she had a few interesting stories to tell. People are very naughty on cruise ships. She was telling me that there are whole cruises for swingers.’

  ‘Oh, really?’ said Cassian.

  ‘Yep, she worked on one for six months. She got quite used to turning down invitations from older couples to join them in their cabins.’

  ‘Oh,’ said Cassian, smiling.

  ‘Sounded quite exciting to me,’ said Emilia. ‘Other than that, it was a quiet day. Although the MRI scanner broke down, so that’s going to create a backlog for a few days.’

  ‘That’s a shame,’ said Cassian.

  He leaned forward, drew off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

  Emilia’s heart rate fastened and she felt a familiar and urgent feeling of desire in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. Her husband’s physique was toned, to put it mildly. He ran ten kilometres four times a week, lifted weights, and cycled to work most days at a shared office in the city centre and during lunch he went to the gym.

  Her sister, Alice referred to Cassian as The Greek, and Emilia had often wondered if his past hid some middle eastern ancestry with his olive skin and thick dark hair. For a whole summer a few years ago she had buried herself in discovering their shared family histories but she had hit a roadblock around one hundred and fifty years ago on his side and had eventually lost interest, telling herself she would pick it up again one day.

  She couldn’t help herself around him though, ever since they’d met, all those years ago, they had been unable to keep their hands off each other, and although she naturally worried that one day their mutual attraction might falter, she didn’t see it happening any time soon. Fantasies about fictional men and swinging cruise ships aside. Besides, right now she was feeling horny, courageous and very, very kinky.

  She stood up, letting her skirt settle down around her thighs and tip-toed softly across the warm wooden slats of the decking, letting the strap of her top fall off her shoulder to her elbow and exposing her breast. Then quickly and quietly she stepped over her husband and lowered herself down, straddling his legs and unfastening his belt. Before he knew what was happening, she was pulling his trousers down and sliding up and over him, pulling her still wet underwear to one side.

  ‘Em, what are you-’ he managed to say before Emilia placed a finger over his lips as his eyes widened.

  As she knelt up, she felt him surge and grow beneath her, teasing her lips, then she slipped down onto him and sighed.

  *

  They had showered after making love in the garden, drying each other and kissing and cuddling as they made their way into their bedroom, and now Emilia was laid out flat on their bed, her silk gown draped beneath her as a gentle breeze from the open window teased out goose-pimples across her skin. Her toes curled as Cassian’s hands slid down her spine and kneaded the skin above her bum, pressing his fingers deep into the small of her back as she elicited a gentle moan.

  She kept thinking back to just before Cassian came home. How she had lost herself when she’d pictured Cass in her fantasy. The four of them together, being watched as she was taken by the Duke, kissing Victoria’s lips and caressing her naked bosom. She felt herself getting aroused again as her imagination ran away from her.

  Cassian leant down and began to kiss the nape of her neck, the bristles of his short beard prickling her skin and sending shivers down to her belly button and she felt a brief surge of audacity.

  She desperately wanted to tell her husband about her fantasy, to share it with him and explore it together. Their marriage was built on communication and honesty, and she hated keeping anything from Cassian, but she was worried that this might be going too far.

  ‘So that was, unexpected?’ said Cassian.

  ‘I liked it,’ said Emilia. ‘Did you?’

  ‘Yes,’ he laughed. ‘You certainly did. Did you… you know? Twice?’

  Emilia nodded and smiled.

  For a while they were quiet as Cassian massaged her back and shoulders, but Emilia’s mind was racing. Making love to her husband in the garden had been even more exhilarating than touching herself. They hadn’t been particularly quiet either. But it wasn’t just the thought of being caught that turned her on, it was the thought of someone watching them as they were being intimate.

  ‘Cass, is there anything else you want to do? In the bedroom?’ she asked, suddenly. The words came tumbling out of her mouth before she’d thought about them, and she felt flushed with
a sudden sense of apprehension.

  ‘Sunday afternoon blow jobs,’ said Cassian immediately.

  Emilia laughed, relaxing a little, ‘I’m serious. Is there anything you want to do that we don’t already do?’

  ‘Other than surprise garden sex?’

  Cassian continued to caress her shoulders. ’Maybe more dirty talk?’ he said.

  ‘Like, fuck me harder or suck my dick, you little slut?’ she laughed.

  ‘Somewhere between the two. More like, talking about fantasies. Why? Where is this going?’

  ‘I’m just curious,’ she said.

  ‘What would you like?’ he asked.

  ‘I don’t know,’ she said, then paused feeling nervous and ashamed but desperate to tell him. ‘There is something.’

  Cassian stopped kneading her back.

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘I’m scared to say.’

  ‘Tell me, you can trust me.’

  Emilia lay still, frozen and ridged and a little panic stricken. How was she supposed to bring this up? How did other people do it? Hey, honey. I kind of want to see what it might be like to get fucked by another couple? You down?

  Instead she said, ‘Have you ever cheated on me?’ and immediately regretted it.

  ‘Twice this week,’ said Cassian. ‘Once with your sister.’

  Emilia went to roll over, but Cassian’s strong hands pinned her back down and she felt his lips at her ear.

  ‘Not once, and not ever,’ he said, his voice barely a whisper, sending tingles across her scalp. ‘I am yours and you are mine.’

  ‘Dick,’ she said as he let go and continued to caress her. ‘Haven't you ever thought about it though?’