Chapter 8
JIM
Without Merry, the house was quiet. Luckily, his flights that required him to be away from home for days were rare, but I sure missed the heck out of him.
That boy was the highlight of my day, period.
When we’d discussed his job, he’d been willing to quit, but I’d forbidden it.
Only a few times did I need to put my foot down, and then was such a time.
He loved that job. And judging by the awards and recognitions he’d received, he was damn good at it.
Taking that away from him was a no-no. I’d never wanted him to feel restricted. Not like he’d been with his upbringing.
Maybe I should have invited Cairo and Brandt over, but we’d only had sex on schedule.
Merry and I were open to possibilities of forming something stronger with them, but given they kept extending our sex surrogacy sessions, we weren’t sure about their opinion.
For sure, the sex was hot. We’d explored from voyeurism, watching the others fuck while we enjoyed the view, to testing the waters with a kinky roleplay scene of cucking.
When they’d suggested it, I’d been surprised, but not quite.
They’d been receptive to trying new things.
Over the past month and a half, they’d definitely opened up under Merry’s and my care.
The truth was, I had fallen for both of them. How could I not? They were both sweet, kind men who were thoughtful and tender with each other. Merry and I liked that.
My phone rang, and I picked it up from the table next to the lounge chair. I smiled. Thinking of the little daredevil.
“Hey, sweetheart. How’s London?”
“Rainy. Depressing. I miss you. I miss the sunshine. I miss our neighbors.”
“Now, Merry, remember what we agreed on? We’re acting in a professional capacity, so if we change our relationship, they have to be the ones initiating it.”
He let out a growl. “I know. I’ve never been this impatient. Don’t they like us? We practically spend all our time together. Why don’t they want us?”
The insecurity crept into Merry’s voice.
He’d been full of them when we’d just met and he’d been in the early stages of his transition.
That he was slipping back into that kind of negative thought showed me how much he liked Cairo and Brandt.
What if our friends didn’t feel the same way about us?
Merry would be crushed. We had an open lifestyle, but we’d never gotten close like this to anyone else.
“Baby, even if they don’t want to be with us, that is not a reflection on us.”
“Deep down, I know that.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“I’m going to take my two-week vacation next month. I need some time off from work. Maybe we can go to Fiji?”
“That sounds wonderful. I still have my leave saved up, so when you get back, I’ll apply for mine, and we’ll go to Fiji. We’ll have sex with all the gay and bi men on the island at night, sleep all day, and eat in bed.”
Merry giggled, and I smiled. Good. He was getting out of his funk.
“If you can get Cairo and Brandt to go with us, I won’t need all the men in Fiji.”
“I’m on it.”
“Awesome. I have to go now. I love you, big guy.”
“Back at ya, sweetheart. Call me when you’re in your hotel, and we’ll have phone sex.”
“Now I’m going to think of that all day. I’ll call you later.”
“Bye.”
I ended the call. The sunlight glistened off the water of the pool. Maybe a swim would clear my head. How would I convince Cairo and Brandt to go to Fiji with us? Would they buy it if I told them it could be a part of our sex therapy?
“Hey, Jim.”
I tilted my head back. Brandt hopped over the fence and walked toward me, wearing tiny swimming trunks that left my mouth dry. I’d given him and Cairo free access to my pool, so I wasn’t surprised to find him here.
“Brandt.” I sat up with a smile. “Thought you were going to take the three-and-a-half-hour drive to Nashville for that concert you and Cairo have been telling me about.”
“We talked about it and changed our minds. Thought you could use our company for a bit. If I’m not bothering you.”
I opened my legs and patted the space between them. “It’s no bother at all. I was just talking to Merry on the phone.”
“Oh yeah? He says London’s all rain.” Brandt sat between my legs.
Although we showed affection toward each other, we only had sex when Cairo and he scheduled it, so I’d refrained from initiating anything like tugging his head back and sucking on his neck.
There was nothing I could do about my hard-on, though.
“Don’t you two look cozy,” Cairo called from over the fence, a big grin on his face. My phone buzzed, and I checked the screen. A notification from the sex therapy app we used that they’d booked a session with Merry and me. We had to fill in when it was convenient for us.
“Are you just going to stand over there, or will you join us?” I asked.
“You two look so comfy. Trying to decide whether you need me at all.” The way he smiled didn’t make me feel anxious about his comment. Maybe if he’d made the remark when we’d just started, but the Cairo hopping the fence was much more confident today.
“What are you two up to?” Cairo asked.
I wrapped my arms around Brandt’s waist. “Stealing your husband away.”
“You’d have to steal me too.”
While Cairo and I exchanged friendly barbs, Brandt snickered, sitting comfortably in my arms. He sure was enjoying being the center of our attention.
“All right.” Brandt surged to his feet. “The first one who catches me gets to keep me.”
Laughing, he ran. Cairo and I exchanged a look, and we both set after him in opposite directions. Cairo was fast, but Brandt was even faster, which made up for my slow speed.
The poolside was alive with laughter as we sought to win our prize.
Brandt sprinted right into my arms, but he noticed his dilemma, pivoted, and dove into the pool.
I jumped in after him, hitting the water with a splash.
I swam after Brandt, slicing my arms and legs through the sparkling water like a shark on the hunt. Cairo dove in after me, giving chase.
Brandt was laughing so hard it hindered his ability to swim, giving me the chance to gain on him. I grabbed his ankle and pulled him beneath the surface with me, his yelp swallowed by the water.
We tussled in the pool, bubbles erupting around us as we laughed and play-fought. Brandt pushed away from me, his strong body darting through the water like an eel. And swam smack into Cairo, who emerged from the water opposite me. Together, we caged him in.
“Damn it.” Brandt grinned, flicking water at both of us. He was cornered, his escape routes cut off by the pool’s edge and us on either side.
“What do you say, Jim?” Cairo asked. “Which one of us should be declared the winner?”
“I say we both get to keep the prize.”
Brandt’s mouth fell open. “Both?”
“We sure do.”
Slowly Cairo and I waded closer until we had Brandt sandwiched between us. Brandt’s chest pressed to mine. “Are you game?” I asked.
He nodded, his eyes wide. “If I’m being honest, this has been a fantasy since our sessions. But Merry was always here too, sitting on my face while you two double-team me. Should we wait until Merry gets back?”
It was so sweet how sensitive he was to not wanting to leave out my partner. I couldn’t resist kissing him. “Unlike with you and Cairo, Merry and I don’t always have sex at the same time. Trust me, we’re fine with this.”
“Good. Then we can use the session we booked now.”
Damn, the session again. It had been too much to hope this was purely physical between us, with no therapy involved.
“Right. I have no problem with that.”
Brandt wrapped his arms around my neck and fastened his mouth to me. “I can’t explain how happy you and Merry have made Cairo and me.”
He was kissing me again before I could tell him it was the same for us.
Cairo pressed closer and kissed Brandt’s exposed neck.
We shared a kiss, keeping Brandt between us, indulging us, his arms and lips moving between Cairo and me.
We touched him everywhere we could reach, taking our pleasure from his body the way he let us.
When he slipped beneath the water, we carried him out and laid him onto the chaise.
Our wet clothes hit the ground with a sodden thud.
The heat of the summer sun dried our skin as our lips continued their eager exploration of Brandt’s body.
We took turns kissing him, leaving no part of his skin untouched, running our hands down his sinewy sides, tracing the lines of muscles flexing beneath our touch.
“Oh god.” Brandt moaned as both Cairo and I licked his nipples, meeting in the middle to kiss, then returning to lavish our attention on the hard peaks.
His arms found their way around our heads, fingers tangling in our wet hair, gripping tightly as little whimpers escaped his parted lips.
He arched his back, pushing himself more into our mouths as we toyed with him, but soon, he wriggled as if the feeling of our tongues and teeth on his sensitive skin proved too much for him to handle.
He pushed our heads away, his body shaking.
Cairo and I nodded at each other in an unspoken agreement as we sandwiched him between us.
“How am I this lucky?” Brandt sighed. He widened his trembling legs. Cairo sucked his husband’s cock into his mouth, and I spread his cheeks apart and tongued his hole.
Brandt’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut. Cairo bobbed his head slowly, taking his time as if to ensure every stroke was filled with love and passion. I moved my tongue in circles, teasing lightly at first, then pushing in deeper, the taste of him growing stronger with each thrust.
“Fuck.” Brandt gasped. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Oh my god, Jim… Cairo…please.”
But we didn’t let up, hands and mouths moving in tandem, driving him to the brink. Only when he was there did we release him. His skin was slick with perspiration, his body trembling from the onslaught of pleasure.