Page 27 of One More Gift
He’s quite the picture, standing there with his chest heaving, the front of his sweatpants soaked from Saskia’s torment. I can’t stop staring at the light grey material turned almost black. I’ve never seen this man’s dick, but I can make out the outline of it where his sweatpants stick to his skin. It’s pretty fucking hot on some base level, and I lose track of time staring at it before turning away.
Rummaging through the cupboards, I find a bottle of whisky and pull two glasses from the shelf. I splash three fingers into each, then turn back with a peace offering. Casper stares at me while he takes his first sip, and part of me wonders what it would taste like on his lips.
“Why did you come here?” I ask, and he dismisses me with a shrug. “Come on, mate, we all know that line about spending one last Christmas in the cottage was bullshit. You knew she’d be here, and you knew I was coming too.”
His mouth opens and closes as he attempts to speak, but he knows there’s no point in lying.
“I think you forgot for a minute there how smart she is. So what was the plan?”
He swirls the whisky around in his glass, throws it back and leans in closer. “There is one thing I could never give her on my own. I thought this would be my last chance to make her happy.”
“You mean a threesome?”
“Yeah,” he nods, then points back out to the living room. “I just didn’t think it would happen like that.”
“I don’t know what that was, but it wasn’t a threesome, by my definition.”
His gaze flicks up to mine, eyes narrowing as he gets a read on me.
I’ve had one before, with two women, not long after Saskia and Casper’s wedding. In hindsight, I was avoiding my feelings about it by chasing women all over New York, a debauched couple ofyears that were nowhere near as satisfying as if I’d approached them with a clear head.
This particular woman and I had been casually dating for a month or two before she suggested her friend join us. I was fully on board, but it pretty quickly became clear they were more interested in each other. I only saw her once after that.
Sleeping with two women was one thing, but two guys has never been a fantasy of mine, not until last night when Casper stood by and watched me react to his ex-wife’s touch. Or right now, when I fucked Saskia’s mouth with Casper’s fingers woven between mine.
“Are you bisexual?” I ask him, and he shrugs dismissively.
“Pleasure is pleasure, my friend. Are you?”
“No,” I tell him, keeping the‘I don’t think so’part of that sentence to myself. I’m not ready to suggest otherwise while I’m still processing a lot of feelings about it. My sexuality has never been in question until now.
“You know why we separated?” he asks.
“You wanted different things.”
Saskia broke the news of their split over a video call, her tone sombre but measured. Her explanation was brief. He wanted kids, she didn’t. She’d clearly accepted their decision, but I’d wanted to crawl through the phone and scoop her into my arms all the same.
“From life, yes,” Casper says. “Not from sex. That was never the issue.”
“So I gathered from last night. Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“You’re both clearly very experienced with all sorts of kinky shit. If this is something she’s always wanted, why haven’t you done it before? I’m sure you could have found a third person to join you, no problem.”
“Use your brain, Henry,” he laughs, filling his glass with water, then chugging it down. “You know her. Saskia is fiercely loyal, to a fault at times. She puts everyone else first, her friends, her clients. She put me first, too.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Look, she has loved you her whole life, but as soon as we were married, she buried those feelings deep down.”
He continues for a while, but I’ve stopped listening.
“She loves me?”
“You must see it,” he scoffs. “Or you wouldn't be here.”
“What do you mean?”