3. Brandt
“My god, you’re right. They’re definitely having a party without us. Look at all those cars lining the driveway!”
I felt like I might cry. Dammit, Jim and Merry were supposed to be our friends. We’d gone the extra mile for them to feel comfortable in their new neighborhood. Frostine even slept at their house sometimes. Yet they were having a party and hadn’t invited us.
“Babe, come away from the window,” Cairo said. “Just forget about it. Let’s watch a movie.”
He sounded cheerful, but he couldn’t fool me. We’d been married long enough for me to know when he was pretending to be okay with what our so-called friends had done—betrayed us. He was every bit as hurt as I was and trying to mask it behind a facade of laughs and smiles.
I turned around, drawing in a deep breath, trying to swallow away the lump that had formed in my throat. “You’re right,” I said with an unsteady voice. “If they don’t need us, we don’t need them.” But my words sounded hollow, even to me.
Cairo came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. The window reflected our faces, a stark contrast against the vibrant colors of the party unfolding in the house next door.
“We can make our own fun,” said Cairo softly, drawing my attention away from the open window. He led me toward our small living room, sat, and pulled me down onto his lap to straddle him.
“I see what’s on your mind.” As he ran his hands beneath my shirt and up to squeeze my pecs, I gave him a small smile. I leaned back, thrusting my chest out for him to manipulate my nipples. God, I loved when he touched me this way.
“I’m going to love watching another man make love to you,” he said. “Do you want that too, babe?”
“Y-yes.” Of course we’d secretly been hoping that the couple in our bed would be Merry and Jim. “And I want to watch you open someone for both of us.”
I kissed him, moaning under his demanding mouth and finding comfort in my husband. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, not caring where it landed. With fervor, I planted my lips on his neck and sucked on the flesh, gasping when he hissed in pleasure. Cairo’s hands snaked down my back, digging into the fabric of my jeans. His touch was electric, even through the denim barrier.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he whispered. He leaned back on the couch, pulling me with him. His desire pressed against my thigh, and I ground into him, relishing the groan escaping his lips. Our breaths mingled as our bodies moved in a rhythm that was as familiar to us as our heartbeat.
The rest of our clothes hit the floor one by one. Soon I was kneeling on the couch, clinging to the back with Cairo’s tongue between my cheeks. I thrust my ass back against his face, slapping a hand to my right cheek and prying it apart.
“That’s it, baby,” I moaned. “Right there, right there.”
He was a master with his tongue, and I shuddered under each stroke, each lap at my hole. He gripped my hips, tracing small circles with his thumbs. The pleasure coursing through me almost made me forget about the party next door, about Jim and Merry. Nothing mattered anymore but the sensations my husband was evoking in me.
With one last languid stroke of his tongue, he pulled away, but the momentary pang of loss was swiftly replaced by anticipation for what was to come. As he lubed up, I spat in my hand and stroked my erection.
“I want you just as much as the first time I fucked you,” he said, his voice low with desire. “Do you remember?”
“Yes. The back of your father’s pickup truck.”
On our way home from Sunday School, we’d found a secluded spot and talked for hours about the pastor condemning the way we felt about each other during his sermon. Then we’d decided that love couldn’t be sinful and had sex to prove it. And lightning hadn’t struck us. We’d both been so eager and excited it hadn’t lasted long, though. He’d come before I’d even gotten used to the sensation of him inside me. He’d been upset until I told him to use his fingers and mouth.
Slowly he guided his thick cock into me. It was familiar yet thrilling every time; the sensation swelling within me eclipsed everything else, leaving only raw pleasure washing over me in waves.
“I can never get enough of you.” He kissed the back of my neck. “Does it feel good, babe?”
“Oh, god!” My words came out in ragged breaths as Cairo thrust into me with renewed vigor.
Patience wasn’t our strong suit tonight. He angled his hips to press against an internal bundle of nerves that sent sparks jolting through my body.
The climax built quickly, an exquisite pressure coiled low in my stomach. I reached down and stroked myself in time to Cairo’s thrusts.
“Cairo!” The single word left my lips as a plea, a prayer. He responded by quickening his pace, driving us both toward the precipice.
With one final deep thrust, I shuddered, my mind going blank as waves of euphoria washed over me.
“Fuck!” Cairo roared as he followed me into his climax.
As we lay entangled on the couch, gasping for breath, the sounds from across the street drifted into our peaceful haze. Cairo kissed my cheek. “Stop thinking about it. I’m sure they have a good reason for not inviting us.”
“Like what?”
But he couldn’t come up with one. The doorbell rang, and I jerked my head up. Maybe it was them asking us to join them.
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Cairo climbed off me and picked up his clothes from the floor. He tossed mine to me and got dressed quickly, then walked out of the living room, buttoning his pants.
“Who is it?” I rose to my feet, tugging down my shirt.
“It’s Merry. He’s brought back Frostine.” Cairo entered the living room with Merry, who put the cat down. Frostine scooted beneath the coffee table and stretched out.
I tried not to stare at Merry, but he was wearing just a short robe with his hair mussed. Was it my imagination, or did his lips look swollen? He also had beard burn along the lower half of his face.
“Uh, thank you?”
“No problem. You know we don’t mind having Frostine over, but tonight we’re a bit swamped.”
“We understand. Sorry about her. We’ll barricade her doggy door.”
Frostine pouted. “Poor baby doesn’t like to be cooped up.” He lowered himself down onto his haunches and gently poked Frostine’s paw. “It’s just for tonight, Frosty. We’ll make it up tomorrow with some treats.”
“You spoil her,” Cairo said.
“We can’t help it. She’s so stinking cute, just like her owners. Thanks for sharing her with us. We’ve always wanted pets, but with me away so often, I’d feel guilty leaving Jim to take care of them alone.”
“It’s definitely a commitment,” I said. “We never wanted kids, but we like to joke that we got one anyway.”
Merry giggled. “Well, I better get back. And don’t worry. We should wind up in two hours. Wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their beauty sleep.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, not wanting to lose it, but the warning in Cairo’s eyes told me he knew anyway.
“Let me walk you to the door, Merry.”
I held it in for as long as possible, then blurted out. “Why didn’t you invite us to your party?”
Oh shit. Cairo groaned. Merry slowly turned. “What?”
“Your party.” I might as well plunge ahead. “We thought you thought of us as friends the way we do you and Jim, but you didn’t invite us.”
Merry covered his face with his hand. “Have you guys been worrying about this? I told Jim he should have extended an invitation and let you be the ones to reject us.”
“What are you talking about?” Cairo asked. “We’d never reject you.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Even if you knew we were having a swap party?”
Frowning, I shrugged. “We have tons of things we could swap.”
“Babe, I don’t think he’s referring to that kind of swap.”
“Huh?” What could they be… Oh. Oh. “Like—like a partner swap party?”
Merry nodded. “Exactly. We didn’t invite you because we didn’t think you would be interested. We should have told you, but we wanted to until you got to know us better. Jim and I are swingers, and we host a few swap parties each year. Tell you what. Think about it, and if you’re interested, we’ll invite you to the next one. I know at least one couple who would love to take a bite out of you two.” With a wink, he walked out of the living room.
Cairo and I stared at one another, our shared surprise reflected in each other’s eyes. The echo of Merry’s words hung heavily in the air. We had been friends for two months, and we would never have guessed.
I broke our dumbfounded silence with a burst of laughter, mostly from shock. Cairo shook his head and sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. Was it from embarrassment or disbelief?
“Wow,” he said finally, lifting his head. “Just…wow.”
I fell onto the couch next to him, still giggling. I wiped tears from my eyes and nudged him. “Can you imagine us at a…a swap party?”
“It’s definitely not for us, is it?”
“Not at all. Too bad.”
We’d decided early on that we wanted to share a couple. We didn’t want casual sex but to bond with two people and form relationships together while maintaining our primary partnership. A group swap like Merry and Jim were involved in was not what we were looking for.
“Why too bad?” Cairo asked. “Babe, didn’t you hear what he said? He and Jim are interested in us.”
“So we don’t mind them swapping with others?”
“We should respect their choices, as I’m sure they would respect us only wanting to be with them. If they would even want such a thing.”
“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
“But first, our surrogate partners. We have our first meeting this weekend. How do you feel about that?”
I lay on the couch with my head in his lap. “Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m scared, nervous. Sometimes I wonder what if you hate me after I sleep with someone else?”
“Why would I hate you? This was a mutual decision, but thank you for telling me. Is there anything I can do to help you through this?”
“Just hold me and tell me you love me.”
“How about after I make you a bath? Does that sound good?”
I nodded, brushing his face. “You’re the best husband a guy could ever ask for. I hope you know how much I appreciate you every day.”