Chapter 5
I grin at Remy from across his living room. He’s once again drunk, but he’s in the perfect mood, and Cara and her husband are adding to that mood. After a fun dinner at one of the resorts in Seward, we’re back at Rem’s for a few drinks, and these two are shocking the shit out of me. Their marriage is not at all what I expected, and it’s giving me hope for some unconventional future.
“Wait,” Remy slurs, cutting them off mid-story. “Your neighbor?”
Cody, her husband, is a few years older than us, but he’s a looker. Cara is the exact same as she was in high school, and together, they look like a porn advert. Especially because they aren’t shy about being all over each other. It puts me at ease instead of making me uncomfortable, though. I like it when the sexual tension is blatant for everyone to see. I think my comfort zone is sexual tension. Is that a thing?
“Yeah, our neighbors.” Cody laughs, giving Cara a kiss on the cheek.
Okay, I lean in, interest piqued by their story. “Neighbors? Plural? Or you just brought the one in for a threesome?” I can’t help asking. I need all the details about how their relationship works.
Cara laughs, giving Cody a loving look. “Both of them. A foursome? Is that what you call it?”
“So, you fucked the neighbor guy and Cody fucked the neighbor lady?” Remy asks, needing the clarification, too.
“No. We all mixed together,” Cody says, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “We don’t call ourselves swingers or anything, but we’re… open. Open-minded.”
Open-minded is my middle name. Zahnder Open-Minded Dare.
“You’re bi?” Remy comes in with another good question.
“Yeah.” Cody smiles.
“I prefer men, but I’m open to a little exploration every now and then,” Cara says.
I’m loving this.“Well, fucking cheers to that!” I raise my glass. “Great way to keep things interesting if your relationship is good for it.”
“Because of it,” Cody adds. “It works for us.”
“You two are still single and tearing through hookups like it’s your job?” Cara asks us.
Remy looks at me and shrugs. “Zahn does better than I do.”
“We did have a nice group fuck last week,” I admit. “Did the mad dash after.”
Remy sits down beside me and clinks his glass with mine. “Damn right.”
Cara grins at her husband, and something settles within me. Their vibe is everything I love about relationships. Complete openness and understanding, like they accept each other for exactly who they are. I don’t think I realized how rare that is. So many of my brothers have that, but I’m not even sure I’ve paid close enough attention to other couples to notice it.
“You know, I used to hook up with these two in high school,” Cara tells Cody.
Cody looks at me and Remy, and there’s no denying we sweat it. Shit. Should we be nervous? “And?”
“Hot as hell.” Cara laughs. “Bet they’ve come a long way since then.”
“I bet.” Cody’s hand slides up her thigh.
Okay, what the fuck?“That doesn’t make you, I don’t know, jealous or something?” Remy asks.
Cody shakes his head. “Her heart is mine. I love the shit out of her, but sex has always been open. We explore together, but our hearts stay here. It’s just what works for us.”
Alright, it’s decided. I need this in my life. An open relationship is what I’m after. Not now, but sometime in the distant future. Seeing them together and how they work everything out gives me hope that I can, too. Maybe I can give my heart to someone but keep the spice of variety by finding someone who thinks the same way I do. Who wants the same things as I do. Pretty glad Remy didn’t want to be the third wheel, or I never would have gained this insight.
“Yeah, but how do you find people to join in?” I ask.
“The same way you two pick up. It’s easier than you think,” Cara admits. “Sometimes it’s just one person, sometimes it’s two, and it varies on gender.”
“Sometimes it’s a couple, but most times, it’s just two strangers looking for a fun night. It gets a bit dicey with other committed couples because you usually find that one of them is more into it than the other, and that shit just isn’t right. Both people have to be equally and mutually invested in the experience, so we don’t mix it too often with couples.”
Mature. Maybe I’m not mature enough for this kind of relationship yet.
“So when it’s a couple, it’s always a guy and a girl, though?” Remy asks.
“Not always. We’re open to same-sex pairings. We aren’t gender picky. The only two things we’re adamant about are that we both have to agree on the people we bring in and that we’re always together. We don’t go off separately to hookup.”
“Beautiful,” I tell them, leaning back on the couch. “Beauty arrangement. Glad it works for you guys.” And how do I get something like this?
“How do I get this?” Remy asks what my brain is thinking. He laughs when I smack him. “Fuck off. I know you want to know.” He grins at me.
Cara and Cody exchange some sort of look I’m not cool enough to understand. They might be a couple of kinky fucks, but their love shines through loud and clear.
“All dynamics are different, but if you’re specifically asking about ours, it starts with finding someone you want to share all your sexual experiences with. Maybe you love that person, or maybe they’re just the person you connect with on a deeper level. Someone you want to experience life with. Life, love, sex. All of it.” Cara smiles at us, not shy about opening up.
“That one person you couldn’t imagine doing this shit without,” Cody adds.
That sounds harder to find than anything. I’ve never been with someone I want to connect with deeper than sex. My hope dwindles, thinking this might not be right for me after all.
“But not all relationships are like ours. It’s not black and white, so you have to find what works for you.” Cody shrugs. “Another?” He holds up his empty glass.
I drain mine and hand it to him. Him and Cara head into the kitchen, leaving me and Remy with our drunken thoughts.
His leg bumps mine. “Why do I get a weird feeling they’re going to suggest we hook up with them?”
“Would you?” I look at him.
His blue eyes are glossed and his grin is telling. “I’m drunk and horny.” He laughs. “Would you?”
Maybe not on my own because they’re old friends, but if Remy is in… “Sure, why the fuck not, right?”
Remy shakes his head at me, but there’s excitement in his laugh.
“A toast!” Cara comes back. “To high school memories, kinky minds, and reunions.”
Three drinks later, Cara climbs on top of Remy, her mouth still glistening from sucking my cock. “Just sit and let us do all the work,” she whispers to him.
I watch Remy’s hand slide up her thigh, his eyes on hers and his chest rising and falling heavily with anticipation. He glances at Cody quickly, but Cody is watching his wife with nothing but love and respect.
No one is even touching me anymore, but I’m so into this it isn’t even funny. I don’t care that she’s married, that I used to know her, that she’s currently sliding a condom down Remy’s shaft, or that my leg is bumping his on the couch. This is the vibe I live for. Sex, understanding, openness, and so many points of interest. So many things to watch and gain feelings from.
Remy’s moan unleashes from his throat, drawing all my attention. Cara sinks down on his lap, and Remy’s head falls back against the couch cushions. When she looks at me, she smirks, leaning over to kiss me. I lean in, making out with her while her body rocks into Remy’s, fucking him slowly.
“Are you open?” she whispers against my lips. “To anything?”
I literally cannot think of a limit I have. Not even one. “Yes.”
Her mouth stays on mine, but her hand reaches over to grip my cock. I groan against her lips, and Remy groans from beneath her.
“Focus on me, Zahn,” Cara whispers, biting my bottom lip.
I don’t even jolt when another hand joins hers, and then a mouth is enveloping my dick. Oh, fuck. I look down at Cody, not needing to focus on her because his mouth on my dick is hot as hell.
Remy looks at me with a bit of confusion, but his head falls back when Cara starts gyrating on top of him. Cara’s hand stays on my thigh, but Cody”s tongue runs up and down my dick. That, mixed with the sight and sounds of Cara and Remy, has me all worked up and blissed out.
“You like that?” Cara asks, moaning when Remy grabs her hips and starts fucking her from the bottom.
Shit. “Yeah.” I groan, my eyes closing momentarily. A mouth is a mouth. Sex is sex. But the vibe is fucking everything, and tonight, the vibe is on point. This is exactly what I need in my life.
Cara’s hand reaches back to cup my balls as Cody starts to really suck me off, and my abs clench in need. She pulls back to watch her husband, which gives Remy and myself a good view. Remy’s watching, but I’m not focused enough to read the expression on his face. Cara kisses him to distract him, but she always keeps her hand on my thigh as if she thinks I need it.
Cara is speaking filth to Remy, which frees me up to watch Cody. The combination of everything is doing me in, and I start to sweat with the build-up of toppling off that ledge. When Remy moans and starts to come, that does it for me.
I come in Cody’s mouth and watch every lick and suck as he laps up every drop of me. My legs widen right into Remy’s, and then Cara is panting, and yeah…
What a fucked up and awesome night.