Selena Kitt - Letters to the Baumgarters

“Do it!” he gasped, fucking me so hard it hurt, his fingers rubbing my clit. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna fill that hot little pussy with my cum! Are you ready for it, baby?”

I couldn’t respond, Nico already flooding my mouth with a geyser of cum. My own climax surprised me, coming out of nowhere, my pussy convulsing around the length of Mason’s cock again and again. He cried out at the sensation, plunging violently into me, like a jolt of lightning striking all of us, followed by the shaking of thunder as we all collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, panting heap.

“Oh my god,” I finally gasped, lifting my head and clearing my tangled hair out of my vision. “What was that?”

“Fucking fantastic,” Mason muttered, his arm thrown over his eyes.

I sat up on my elbow. “I had no idea you were bi.”

Mason snorted laughter. “News to me too.”

“Nico?” I touched his thigh and he jumped, opening one eye to look at me. “You okay?”

“Dehydrated.” He swallowed, closing his eyes again. “Need… water…”

I smiled. “Want me to get you a glass?”

He groaned and sat, shaking his head. “I have to pee anyway.”

Leaning over, he kissed me softly before padding naked out the door, shutting it behind him.

“Wow.” Mason let out a pent-up breath. “I mean… wow.”

“Yeah.” I stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. I hadn’t had an experience like that since…

“I have something to tell you.” I sat up and turned to Mason, taking the opportunity while Nico was out of the room. “Remember the Baumgartners?”

Mason nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well…” I confessed. “It wasn’t exactly a platonic relationship.”

He sat up on his elbow, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“We were sleeping together.”

“All three of you?” he exclaimed.

I nodded. “It started out just with Carrie. But eventually things progressed, and I was sleeping with them both. And then… I sort of fell in love with them.”

He cleared his throat. “Both of them?”

“I know it sounds impossible, but it isn’t,” I went on. “I loved them and they loved me too.”

“Wow.” He put his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “I had no idea.”

“I didn’t advertise it,” I replied. I didn’t remind him that he and I had been in the middle of getting divorced, either. “I think most people wouldn’t understand.”

He looked over at me. “Why are you telling me this now?”

Good question, I thought. I glanced at the door, hearing the water running in the sink, knowing Nico would be back soon.

“Because Carrie and Doc had a special relationship.”

Mason rolled his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I had to make him understand.

“The Baumgartners were committed to each other, no matter what,” I explained. “Bringing me into their marriage didn’t change their love for each other. Nothing could change that. Don’t you see?”

“No…” He frowned. “Go ahead, hit me over the head with it. What are you talking about?”

I swallowed and finally spit it out. “I think we’re like that.”

“Like the Baumgartners?”

“Yes!” I cried. The water had turned off in the bathroom. I expected Nico back any moment. “Look at what we’ve gone through. My god, we even got divorced, and still, I kept on loving you. I can’t stop loving you, Mason. I never, ever will.”

“I know.” He smiled softly, brushing the hair away from my eyes. “Me too.”

“I don’t think it would matter what happened or who came into our lives, we would still love each other.”

He nodded. “That’s true.”

“So… if we commit to each other, love each other… why can’t we love someone else too?”

He looked at me and I saw the understanding in his eyes, finally. “Nico?”

I nodded, snuggling up against his chest, waiting. Waiting for him to explode with anger. Waiting for Nico to come in and break up our conversation. Waiting for the world to end. Or begin. Whichever came first.

“Why not?” he finally murmured. I lifted my head, looking at him, incredulous. “Dani, as long as I know you’re mine, I could share you with anyone. The whole damned world could have you, as long as I knew you were coming back to me.”

“That’s how I feel too.” I blinked back tears.

“I want you to be happy.” He rubbed his thumb along my jaw line. “And clearly, Nico makes you happy.”

“You make me happy too,” I countered.

“I know.” He smiled. “But Dani… I have to know you’re mine.”

“I am,” I insisted. “I always will be.”

“Then marry me.”

It wasn’t a question, but I answered it anyway, without hesitation.

“Yes.”

He brightened. “Really?”

“Yes. Yes!” I threw my arms around him and this time I let my tears fall as we rolled around on the bed, laughing and crying at the same time.

“Forever this time?” he whispered in my ear.

“It was always forever,” I said. “We just took a little break.”

He kissed me, sealing the deal, as Nico came into the room. He stood there nude, framed in the doorway, looking at us.

“So I guess you’ve made your decision,” he said, looking at me.

Oh god. How much had he heard?

“Yes,” Mason replied, sitting up. I glanced at him, eyes wide. “And we’d like you to be a part of it, if you’re willing.”

“Come here.” I sat too, reaching my hand out for Nico.

He came to the bed he shared with both of us, listening to what we proposed, and it was a proposal, of sorts. There would be no piece of paper between the three of us, no legal document, but he would be ours and we would be his.

And when he said yes, I sobbed with happiness, falling into his arms, into both of their arms. Nothing had ever felt so right.

Dear Carrie and Doc,

I made my decision. I made it before I even received your letter, but of course, you suggested the very thing I ultimately decided on. Go figure! I can’t thank you enough for being courageous enough to tell me what to do. I know I was being crazy. I was crazy. Maybe I still am! But it takes quite a friend to shake another one awake and tell them… what was it? “Making choices means making commitments.”

Yes, it does. And I’ve committed. Some people may say I need to be committed, but I’ve chosen what works for me, for us. Mason was and is and always will be my first love, just like Doc is yours. I can’t deny that. But I love Nico too, and thankfully, so does Mason. And both of them love me. What could be more perfect than that?

I don’t know what will happen in the future, what it may bring. Italy beckons and Nico’s home and family are here, but Mason can’t speak a word of Italian (although Nico is working hard on helping him learn!) and his parents, although he claims he’s not their slave anymore, don’t want him to stay here, and they’ve made that pretty unequivocally clear.

What happens if Mason and I move back to the states? Will Nico follow? What happens if I find a job in Italy? Will Mason be willing to stay? So much is up in the air.

But at least now I know. My choice is made. I have committed myself to this, and I have two men who love me beyond words. I am a very, very lucky woman.

“I told her we’d come by for half an hour or so.” Nico squeezed my hand as we climbed the stairs to his mother’s flat. I could hear Mama Dorotea calling to one of Nico’s siblings, something about setting the table. “She wanted to do something nice for your graduation.”

“Are you sure you guys want me tagging along?” Mason asked, standing behind us as we stopped at the door. “I don’t think your mother likes me very much.”