Sebastian I put to bed that Cassidy probably would never want to share, swing... have threesomes and foursomes. It was just something I felt she didn't want to experience, but that all changed one night when Josh and Charlotte were over for dinner.It was Saturday night, Melody was at Tina's, and I had decided to invite them over to ensure the budding friendship between Cassidy and Josh remained steadfast.I didn't need the sharing thing, but I did need my assistant/girlfriend and my best friend/business partner to get along.The thing is, they were good at saving face, the pair of them agreeing to disagree on the previous falling out, but I needed to ensure that we could all work alongside one another.I was going places within King Enterprises, which meant I needed Josh to take on some of my old roles so I could step up to the plate of my new roles. This also meant Josh and Cassidy would need to work alongside one another whilst I wasn't there, and it also meant Josh now had an of
I was taken aback, my mind racing with only dirty thoughts of what could potentially happen if only Cassidy said yes, but I remained stoic and unwavering in a neutral scowl."Of course, baby," I had agreed, standing to walk outside with her."How does it work?" She asked me as we stood at the bottom of the stairs."How does what work, baby?""Sharing?""You want to be shared?" I asked, shocked and very, very happy."I've been thinking about it for a while, and though it's out of my comfort zone, I've always wanted to participate...." Her words trailed off, and I first thought it might be because she's shy about admitting such things, but then I realised she didn't have the words to finish her sentence."Threesomes and foursomes?" I finished what I presumed she wanted to say."Yeah... those.""This needs more discussion, Cassy. There's a lot that comes from sharing, and we're romantically involved; we need to ensure our bond is watertight before we share; otherwise, it might well be ou
Sebastian** You never know the value of a moment**There's something about dressing in a tux.The soft material clings in all the right places because it was made solely for you to move in.The charcoal grey suits me, or so Bethany once said. Memories flood, depicting a life entirely of me adorning such a suit at every avenue I stepped into. My first tux was prom, year eleven. Ten whole years ago, when I was merely a sixteen-year-old boy that goofed around doing kid shit whilst hoping for the best with my grades. I had no plan, no desires, living each day as if it were my last. My mates and I were already half wasted; we'd been drinking before our Hummer limo pick-up, of which we would accompany each other to collect the girls of our friend group in high school.Back then, things were all fun and games.The second time I wore a tux was my very first meeting with the big boys.Luckily for me, I fell out of college into work as I started working for my father's company, and things
SebastianI stand mortified as the funeral director and his assistant place us where they need us whilst their staff bring the casket up and onto our shoulders.I'm right at the front with Geoff, leading the others as we take Bethany up the slope that leads through the church doors.The funeral march has begun, and I can't help but feel that strange and peculiar lump sitting right at the base of my throat that feels almost as if my oesophagus has soda bubbling up from my insides.It's the need to cry, I presume, and it is thick, yet I push it aside, begging myself not to allow the emotion to take hold of me.One foot in front of the other, Seb. Walk your wife down the aisle once more, just as she wished. You can do this...Positive self-talk, isn't that what Bethany called such musings to one's self?The church is full of people, our people.Friends, family, and even colleagues.At the very back, acquaintances that we've met over the years that have chosen to attend Bethany's farewe
Sebastian"My love," Beth's voice brazenly makes me question my sanity as I wash my hands in the basin in our private en-suite.My eyes implore me to gaze up, but I wish I hadn't followed the silent command as my eyes meet hers over my shoulder in the mirror."What the fuck?" I question myself with dismay. My voice is distraught with forbidden emotion and panic. "You've done so well today," she tells me, her eyes shrouded in unhappiness as she steps closer behind me. A strange heat coursed through me as if she were truly my beacon of light and heat once more.I close my eyes, imploring my mind to stop with this charade, but she's still there when my eyes open.She's right beside me now, her beautiful hair flowing as usual, her features as breathtaking as the day my eyes first landed on her."What's happening?" I ask with disbelief, my tone evidently confused and upset. "Unfinished business, I presume," she shrugs, reaching for the mirror before us, her hand print making itself known
SebastianThe days after the funeral are a blur of heavy drinking whilst succumbing to the emotions I had bottled up until that very moment I watched the dirt cover Bethany's casket.I'm sure those images are burned to my retinas just as much as her final night... our last night. "Seb," she had hushed to me as I succumbed to the sleep that begged me to fall under its spell. The days were long and the nights even harder. She was in so much pain that I swore her moaning was a regular part of life by then."Yes, darling. Do you need painkillers or water?" I had asked, sobered that she was cold to the touch, her fingers a pale hue compared to usual pink. Perhaps it should have been then that I picked up that things were deteriorating before my very eyes, but I had been blind to the very things in front of me. "Make love to me?" She asked, her fingers running through my hair as her hand shook with the effort. "You're in too much pain," I had brushed her request off, but she pushed just
Sebastian I wake sometime late into the afternoon, inebriated with the world's worst headache spreading like piss across the marble floor. Christ, why did I drink so much? It's not like I drink that often, but my emotions are thick and constant, and I guess that perhaps I needed an outlet. I'm lost, not that that is any excuse to stoop so low, leaving Melody to her grandparents because I'm far too gone to string a sentence together. Whilst I'm blind like that, I can pretend she isn't gone; I can glaze over the last three weeks of horror... yes, that's why I drank. To block everything out, if only temporarily. If only to be given a reprieve from my new reality. It's time to get up, Seb. Time to be the man you promised her you would be!That's easier said than done, though. I start with a shower, sobering myself below the stream of water that does nothing for me. Probably only rinsing the stench of alcohol from my skin as the toothpaste does my breath. And as I shut off the water
'Grief never ends, but it changes. It's a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love.'Sebastian Tears stain my eyes at Melody's letter, yet I cannot help but turn my attention to the one addressed to myself like an eager Beaver in the moving lake. Yet I know I need to sit down now, moving through to the bedroom to sit on the bed as I rip open my letter eagerly with shaken hands. Dearest Husband,Sebastian.Seb...I'm writing this whilst you sleep with Melody tucked against your chest. The pair of you both open-mouthed and snoring softly.Our daughter takes after you, through and through. She truly is a daddy's little girl. I cannot fathom that once I never dreamed of this life you have given me, that I detested the thought of birthing Melody. You gave my life a sense of hope, a sense of adventure and a sense of need. I don't doubt you will remember the day and the events leading up to the day that changed your l
I was taken aback, my mind racing with only dirty thoughts of what could potentially happen if only Cassidy said yes, but I remained stoic and unwavering in a neutral scowl."Of course, baby," I had agreed, standing to walk outside with her."How does it work?" She asked me as we stood at the bottom of the stairs."How does what work, baby?""Sharing?""You want to be shared?" I asked, shocked and very, very happy."I've been thinking about it for a while, and though it's out of my comfort zone, I've always wanted to participate...." Her words trailed off, and I first thought it might be because she's shy about admitting such things, but then I realised she didn't have the words to finish her sentence."Threesomes and foursomes?" I finished what I presumed she wanted to say."Yeah... those.""This needs more discussion, Cassy. There's a lot that comes from sharing, and we're romantically involved; we need to ensure our bond is watertight before we share; otherwise, it might well be ou
Sebastian I put to bed that Cassidy probably would never want to share, swing... have threesomes and foursomes. It was just something I felt she didn't want to experience, but that all changed one night when Josh and Charlotte were over for dinner.It was Saturday night, Melody was at Tina's, and I had decided to invite them over to ensure the budding friendship between Cassidy and Josh remained steadfast.I didn't need the sharing thing, but I did need my assistant/girlfriend and my best friend/business partner to get along.The thing is, they were good at saving face, the pair of them agreeing to disagree on the previous falling out, but I needed to ensure that we could all work alongside one another.I was going places within King Enterprises, which meant I needed Josh to take on some of my old roles so I could step up to the plate of my new roles. This also meant Josh and Cassidy would need to work alongside one another whilst I wasn't there, and it also meant Josh now had an of
I don't want to lie, but I find it hard to find the words to explain that I was checking Josh out, based on memory, and the worst fact is I'll be sitting across the table from him all afternoon."I can't help you if you don't tell me what triggered you, Cassy.""Triggered?""Your anxiety, you do that with your hands when you're anxious," he nods to our now entwined hands."Oh, I. I was... mentally checking out Josh," I admit whilst stumbling over my words."Oh, you find him hot, do you?" He asks, almost sighing in relief as if my admittance was something he craved."You're not upset?" I ask."No, no, quite the opposite, actually. I'm into sharing, Cassy. But I wouldn't trust anyone other than my best friend. I never shared Beth with anyone other than Josh either.""Right," I nodded, looking at the restaurant he's now parking in front of. Josh and Charlotte are already standing outside, and my eyes catch sight of them pretty quickly.Yet Sebastian doesn't make the move from the car des
CassidySebastian gave Melody a choice of whether she'd like to go to Tina's and Geoff's or whether she'd like to stay home with the pair of us.Surprisingly, she chose to go to Tina's, so that's where we are now, dropping Melody off before we go for lunch with Josh and Charlotte."Nana!" Melody beams as she runs inside the house before us. I'm holding onto Sebastian for dear life, my anxiety rife as I walk into their home.It shouldn't give me anxiety, but knowing this is Beth's parents' home and that I'm the outsider does give me butterflies.I don't want to replace her, and I never would, but knowing that at some point down the line, there could be an opportunity to be Melody's mother, in the sense that that's how she sees me, makes me want to befriend her grandparents and forge a good relationship.This is new territory for me, and despite them being nice to my face at Jordan's party, I don't want to presume they like me.I think they do, but I've been wrong before, so I could alw
SebastianCassidy came to stay that Thursday with a small suitcase worth of clothes she decided to bring along. So I made space for her in the wardrobe and made dinner that night as she unpacked.Melody was so excited she wouldn't leave her side, playing with her blouses, skirts and high-heeled shoes as if this was something she had fantasised about on many occasions but hadn't had the opportunity to experience.I watch on with the largest smile I can muster up on my face.My daughter was happy... I was happy; Cassidy was most certainly happy. Her eyes were filled with a spark she had lacked in the months I had known her.Dinner that night was something.Melody ate as she always did, devouring the food I laid before her, but her eyes were crinkled with her smile, her cheeks so high that I was surprised she could see out of her eyes."This is lovely," Cassidy had told me, referring down to the beef bourguignon with cheesy mash and a glass of wine. "Where did you learn to cook?""My mot
Dressing in a pair of jeans and a tight white top.They were still talking and feeding the bunnies when I came out, so I decided to cook us all breakfast.Simple pancakes, bacon and fruit.And it's as if the smell of the breakfast summons the pair of them downstairs. They walk into the kitchen just as I'm assembling three plates of food; they're hand in hand, matching smiles on their faces."That smells so good," Cassidy tells me, walking to kiss my cheek as Melody helps herself up on her chair at the dinner table."Daddy makes the best pancakes," she admits."I can't wait to taste them," Cassidy grins.It seems they've become somewhat comfortable around one another since yesterday.I take the plates to the table with help from Cassidy, and then we sit and eat quietly, again reminding me of what's in my grasp. "I see Melody has shown you the bunny room," I point out when I'm finished with my food, sipping on my coffee now. Knowing full well that Melody's most prized possession is her
SebastianMelody climbs into bed much earlier than usual, her face full of tears and her eyes bloodshot."What's wrong, baby?" I ask her as I read the bedside clock; it's three am."My arm hurts," she tells me. Sniffling to make a massive point that she's crying because of it.She's stood beside my side of the bed; her tatty bunny teddy bear in hand as she wipes her cheeks.I reach into my bedside table, taking out a bottle of ibuprofen and paracetamol that I keep for cases of needing them this late at night, and then I flick on the bedside light to draw the correct amount into the syringes.Melody gasps, looking over my shoulder to Cassidy as I sit up and pool the bedding around my waist. Which reveals Cassidy lying beside me. "I'm sorry I didn't ask if it was okay for her to stay," I admit, holding out the first syringe for Melody.She takes the medication quickly, climbing in the bed beside me and crawling over me to sit between Cassidy and me."Here, some more, baby."She takes t
"Your house is beautiful," she tells me as I stalk over to her at the railing on the landing once I close Melody's door softly.I grab for her, picking her up as if she weighed nothing, and I walk us down to my bedroom.Through all the stress and the unknown from this afternoon, I need a release and the one person who can give me that is right before me.She doesn't argue, so I throw her down on my bed, flipping her over on her belly as I grab frantically at my belt, button and zipper.I barely have my cock out of its confinements before I press my head inside her slit while holding her panties aside so they don't rub on my shaft, and I thrust so hard, so deep, Cassidy grunts below me.I use a hand to cup her neck, pulling her back against me as I remain standing at the end of the bed.I do this for one of two reasons-the first is that I need to dominate her to rid this horrid anguish inside me. Second, I need to keep her screams down to a bare minimum so as not to wake Melody. And s
Sebastian This wasn't how I saw their first meeting going. But Cassidy had once again proved who she was and who she could be for us. Melody had to have a cast placed on her arm, and she cried out as they moved her arm straight to position her bones into the correct state. I couldn't do it; I couldn't bear my child's pain as I sat in panic mode, watching on as if through a pair of binoculars.But she soothingly spoke down to Melody, telling her stories of her farm, of her childhood."It's okay, Melody. I broke my arm once, too. I was riding a horse at my parent's farm, and he bucked, threw me so far ahead of him that I fell on my arm. They needed to cast it too, to mend my bones and make me better," she told Melody as she stroked her cheek, moving the hair that had dried onto her face with the snot from her nose from all the crying."Did they fix it all the way?" Melody whimpered as the lady started putting wet white plaster strips around her arm."They did; I had the cast for eight