Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

5. Merry

The doorbell rang, and my heart raced. Cairo and Brandt had been at our place dozens of times since we moved here, but tonight was special. Since agreeing at the coffee shop to be their surrogate partner, we’d been out a handful of times on business, strictly within the time we’d selected for “therapy.” These times were separate from us hanging out together as friends, though it was getting increasingly difficult to differentiate the boundaries. The mix of emotional intimacy and friendship created a unique dynamic that was both exhilarating and confusing. We’d been open with our program manager that they were our neighbors, but given Cairo and Brandt’s insistence that they felt comfortable with us, we’d received the go-ahead for our sessions.

I took a deep breath and smoothed my hands down my lounge pants.

“Why do you look so nervous?” Jim asked.

I chuckled. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yup.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly kissed me. “It’s Cairo and Brandt. We’ve done this several times before.”

“But they’re different, aren’t they?” I knew Jim found the couple attractive and had a wonderful friendship with Cairo. Brandt was harder to pull out of his shell, but he’d been responding to me well. Tonight would be pivotal in reaching him further.

“Yes, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. How about we enjoy the moment?”

He was right. Wasn’t that how we lived our lives? We enjoyed the simple pleasures we were afforded, and if we only had Cairo and Brandt for one night, we would make the most of it.

“I’ll get the door,” I said.

“And I’ll set up the TV.”

I swiped my sweaty hands down my pants and opened the door. A blend of their colognes, hinting at pepper and cedarwood, drifted my way. There they were: Cairo, freshly shaved and with a nice haircut, and Brandt with his icy-blue eyes that could almost pierce your soul. They were wearing light sweaters against the cool evening, their smiles wide but nervous.

“Hey, guys!” I called in a high-pitched voice. “Come on in. We’re so glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for suggesting somewhere familiar might be best for us,” Cairo said. He had an arm around Brandt’s waist. I loved how attentive and affectionate he was with his husband. While Jim and I didn’t believe in marriage, we adored their relationship.

“No problem. As long as you’re comfortable. That’s what we want, a place where you can be open.” I let out a deep breath. “I’m really glad you came… Can I kiss you?”

“Me?” they both said, then burst out laughing. I smiled. They were anxious which was understandable, given they’d told us they’d only been with each other.

“Both of you.”

Cairo glanced over my shoulder. Jim was standing a few feet away, a bottle of water in his hand. He nodded as if sensing Cairo asking for permission, even though we’d explained we were open to them kissing, touching, and fucking us. They hadn’t crossed our boundaries yet.

“Go ahead,” Jim said. “Merry’s a damn good kisser.”

Their chuckles broke the tension, and they seemed more at ease. Cairo took a step forward, placed a hand on my cheek, his thumb gently caressing, and leaned in. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. The kiss was soft and slow, tentative yet lingering. A thrill ran through me when he slipped his hand to the small of my back. Threading my fingers through his hair, I deepened the kiss, swirling my tongue in the deep recess of his mouth. When we parted, his eyes were warmer and his breathing shallow.

“Now your turn, lovely.”

I waited for Brandt to come forward. He touched my waist, trembling against me. “It’s just me. Merry. If you don’t want to kiss yet, that’s fine. There’s no rush.”

“No, I want to.”

“Good.” I held him by the chin and slanted my mouth over his. He was as sweet as his husband, his little breathy gasps in my mouth making me wet and my dick hard. I lightly supported his back, testing his readiness for touch. He curled into my body like a man who craved to be touched. Good. Once he got out of his head, he would enjoy what we were doing.

Slowly, we parted, but I kept my arms around Brandt. “You okay?”

He nodded with a laugh. “That was good.”

“Great. There’s a lot more where that came from. Come on in. Jim has set up the movie for us. Do you want anything to drink? I made some lemonade.”

“Sounds good.”

I’d made a fort of pillows and blankets in the living room. A good decision it turned out because they kicked off their shoes and settled against the cushions. Jovial chatter and laughter rang out as we all got comfortable, the nervous tension from earlier slowly fading, and if they noticed the condoms and lube on the coffee table, they didn’t comment on them.

“I love that you did this, Merry,” Brandt said. “It’s been too long since I’ve been in a fort.” He wiggled himself between me and Cairo. Jim sat on Cario’s left, and they leaned into each other.

“Mer always does the sweetest things.” Jim smiled at me. “The day we met, my life changed for the better.”

I blew him a kiss. I felt the same about Jim. Before him, I’d never known unconditional love. He made my life full.

“What are we watching?” Cairo asked.

“Depends. Are you in the mood for romantic, thriller, or horror?”

“Horror,” they all said, then burst out laughing.

“I guess I’m outvoted.” I laid my hand on my forehead in a dramatic fashion.

Brandt turned his head and kissed me—a quick press of his lips against mine. “Feel better?”

“Yes, yes, I do. For every time I have to close my eyes, you owe me a kiss.”

“Deal.”

“We should start a tally.” Eyes sparkling with mischief, Jim picked up a scrap of paper and a pen and doodled on it. “Brandt’s kiss count.”

Cairo chuckled. “I agree. I’ll keep score.”

I liked that, like that he showed Brandt he was okay with our intimacy by taking over the count. These two would definitely make it.

Jim put in one of his favorite horror movies: House of Wax.

“Damn, that’s my favorite too,” Cairo said.

“I knew you had good taste.”

Jim dimmed the lights, and the opening credits rolled across the screen. As the movie progressed, Brandt and Cairo became more comfortable, sometimes sharing humorous comments about what was happening on screen or jumping at particularly scary moments. Every time I closed my eyes during a scene filled with suspense or horror, true to their word, Jim and Cairo made a grand gesture of it, pausing the TV and chanting for us to kiss. It felt like a night at a frat house party, but the chemistry flowing between us was incredible.

Jim and Cairo whispered to each other, and once they shared a kiss. Little by little, the movie became insignificant. Jim got Cairo out of his pants and boxers. I stopped kissing Brandt so he could watch Jim wrap a hand around his husband’s cock and appreciate how much pleasure Cairo got from it.

“That’s so hot,” Brandt whispered.

“It is, isn’t it? Want to get undressed?”