Cherry Blossoms

by KT Morrison

  “I don’t know. I hope not, but it could be. I think it’s just the time of year. It was all the bids we had to do today. Probably less of that once the season is under way.”

  “Yeah, I guess,” he said. “Hey, what was Rocco like?”

  “He’s scary. Kind of.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, he’s, like, huge, really huge, and loud. And he yells a lot.”

  “Heart attack type?”

  “Maybe. He’s in good shape now. But yeah, like when he’s fifty I could see it. His Dad was kind of like that too though and he’s still kicking, so...”

  “He’s in shape is he?”

  He could see her smile at the corner of her mouth, the edge curling up and her cheek stretching. Her eyes were still closed. “Mm-hmm.”

  “Really, eh? Somebody got a crush?”

  “Geoff, no. He’s my boss. You might be interested to know: I think he’s packing.”

  “Packing? You mean...”

  “Yeah.”

  “Just like his brother?”

  “Runs in the family, I guess.”

  “Were you...how did you...were you crotch-watching?”

  “Not on purpose. He twisted around in the truck and I just...I just saw it.”

  “Turn you on?”

  “No. I was at work. I just made a note of it. Really, first thing I thought was I should tell you.”

  He thought about the huge dong he’d been up close and personal with today. The size of that thing, if real, was crazy. He’d seen big ones in porn but never in person like that. Not hard. He’d seen some doozies in locker rooms but always figured they were showers and not growers. That replica he’d seen today was scary and the thought of his pretty wife having had one like that in her past scared him. It hurt him, really twisted at his heart, but fucking something there also somehow aroused him. The idea of her liking that, of admiring it. God it was truly awful. But dirty and awesome too.

  He tried to let it go. It was arousing and all but hearing her talk about it was disturbing. Too real. He loved the idea but, fuck, maybe he hated it instead. He wished he hated it...

  “So is he the one whose cock you’re going to suck?”

  “Geoff!” she laughed, “No.”

  “You started it.” Fuck, he didn’t want to talk about this but something was driving him. He was getting hard, he could see the tip of his cock pressing out the front of his pyjamas. He wanted to let this go but he couldn’t. This was like a fantasy conversation. Something he’d dreamed of talking with his wife about. But now, faced with it, the urge was to drop it. He couldn’t though—this was something he’d always wanted and it was here. Now. They’d had their Epiphany and they were supposed to be all about openness and honesty. He had it in him somewhere, he had to admit, that he was serious about her sleeping with another man. And now that they were at the edge of something it seemed like she might be entertaining it too. It felt safe. Safe but he still was so unsure about committing to something that couldn’t be undone. They’d never been better as a couple. This last while had been incredible, all those unspoken truths spoken, left nothing but pure love between them. No barriers, no things you couldn’t say. She seemed to be hinting that she might be open to an idea like what he had. She tried to play it off like she was doing it to tease him, play with him, and have fun with some fantasy talk. That was how he interpreted her actions, but really if you took a step outside and looked at this like a third-party the things she’d said were pretty clear that she would entertain the idea of being with another man. Or again maybe she was just doing it all to tease him. He couldn’t leave it.

  “Mm, I don't know,” he laughed, taking advantage of an opening to tease her. “I think you might really want to.”

  “I don’t think so, Geoff,” her foot came up behind him to kick him lightly.

  “From no to don’t think so. Nia, I can see where this is going.”

  “My boss, Geoff? That has bad news all over it, buddy.”

  “Okay, okay. So whose cock are you going to suck?”

  Her back shook again, “I haven’t decided yet,” she chuckled. “Maybe it won’t be just one.”

  “Two cocks at once? Nia, you’re—”

  “No, Geoff,” she laughed, “I meant I wasn’t going to stop at one. Two at once?” He felt her feet kicking at his back, one foot then the other, like a teenage girl talking to her friend on the phone. “Mm. That’s kind of hot,” she hummed, giving it more thought.

  He felt the urge to ask and then squashed it. Then again, this was new post-Epiphany Geoff and Nia—ask if you want. His mouth opened then closed. Sometimes it wasn't just the worry of the perception of his question, though was it, sometimes it was the fear of the answer. Realistically, he had to admit, there was very little she could say that would really shock him. He assumed she’d done some dirty things, wanted her to have done them. As long as she never killed somebody he could deal with her answers.

  “Have you ever? I mean...two guys together?”

  “Geoff,” she laughed, half turned to him. “I’m not gross.”

  “You just said it was hot...it’s not gross, Nia.”

  “No. I know, I guess. But no, I never did that. I know girls that did. You think I seem like a girl that would do that?”

  “Out of all the people I know, you would be the one most likely...I don’t mean that in a bad way, Nia. I don’t think it would be a bad thing. It would—”

  “Okay, two at once it is,” she said, and he could feel the soles of her feet rubbing along his lower back.

  NIA

  He was back there rubbing her feet. She was face down on her belly, her knees bent, her feet in his strong oily hands. Her head was pressed to the pillow and she watched out the window at the night sky thinking about the things he was suggesting.

  It was exciting. But it was a lot. It was fun to joke but she’d known this dude for so long. Knew he was ramping up, building to something.

  He was aroused by this. His words suggested it, but even more: his accidental (yet oh so purposeful) bumping of his erection against her toes. She could feel the cotton shrouded tip poking her while he rubbed her feet. Their playful, speculative banter really put a spark in him, really put the lead in his pencil as they say. Wow.

  She bent her toes, flexed her arch and gently let her feet fall against him. She could feel his hardness, feel the soft movement of his balls on her toes. Then she moved them away. She heard his breathing, deep, snorting. She should go to sleep.

  She touched him again. Let her toes cup his hanging balls, let his cock press along a sole. He pushed himself against her, dug his cock into the flesh of her foot. She looked over her shoulder, let him see she was awake, let him see it was okay. He took it out and she closed her eyes again. He’d oiled her feet up good. Rubbed her back and rubbed her shoulders. He was the best man she knew. Ever knew.

  The hot skin of his erection slid against her foot and she liked it. She brought her two bare soles together for him and he ran his cock between the soft valley between them. It tickled but it felt good and dirty and sometimes she liked dirty.

  “I bet no guy’s ever fucked your feet before.”

  “Mm. You’d lose that bet,” she laughed.

  “Oh, Nia, you fucking cock-hound.”

  Her back shook with her laughing. “Fuck those pretty feet, Geoffy.” She wriggled her toes, pinching his scrotum accidentally and making him hiss.

  Her husband was into it. He grasped her ankles tightly and he thrust himself against her feet and she smiled and listened as his breaths came faster and faster.

  “Come, Geoff, I want you to come...”

  “I want to fuck you so bad...”

  “Not tonight, Geoff, just come, I want you to...”

  He didn’t respond, just kept pumping himself through her feet. His cock felt good and hard and as much as she’d like to make better use of it, she was tired.

  She said, “Ten years married in September, all t
his time I never knew you were such a freak.”

  “I was...too respectful.”

  “I like it.”

  “R-respectful?”

  “No, the freak side. I like it.”

  “You like it when I fuck your feet?”

  “I do. Are you going to come?”

  He grunted, “Yeah.”

  “Don’t mess the sheets, eh?”

  “C-can I...mm...come in your...mouth?”

  She laughed heartily, quietly, not making a sound, said, “Shit, I walked into that one, didn’t I?”

  “Ah...Nia...” he groaned.

  “Mm...fine.”

  “So...so close...”

  “Come up here Geoff, I don’t want to get up.”

  He ran his cock along her oiled feet fifty more urgent thrusts, then he let her ankles go and bounded up the bed, sat himself next to her, his back pressed to the headboard, sitting on the pillows next to her head.

  His pyjama pants were down his narrow thighs and his oily cock stuck straight up. He tilted his hips to her.

  She lay her head on his belly, her ear pressed up against him, heard his gurgling stomach and intestines, heard his hammering heart too. He was wrought with tension. If she didn’t want to go to sleep so bad clearly the thing to do right here was tease him, do everything but touch his cock. For laughs. Get him crazy. But she had to be up at four in the morning again and right now the way he’d got her feeling, rubbed out and in bliss, she wanted him to be happy and extinguished—and, of course, fast asleep.

  She stroked his cock with her fingers, looked at it, then she put her mouth over him. The oil was fragrant and bitter. Not strong enough to stop her and the fragrance in her nose was pretty nice. Geoff lay still and she held him with her lips while her fingers stroked his shaft gently, then lower, her nails scratching and stretching his scrotum, lifting his balls and letting them fall, then stroking his shaft again. He was trembling, his body bucking and her head rode him like a ship on waves.

  He snorted and then he was bubbling and spurting into her mouth. His hot semen swelling out his urethra, bulging his glans as it pulsed through his cock and past her lips. She pressed her tongue to the bottom of her jaw and let his seed splash to the back of her throat and she swallowed it. Her nails gently went across his balls, lightly stroked him as his orgasm waned and his semen slowed to dribbles. She sucked and ran her tongue over his glans then let him fall from her mouth. She wiped her lips, kissed his belly just above his pubic hair. She rolled back over and put her head on the pillow, looked up at him as he was slumped against the headboard, coming out of his orgasm. His chest heaved and his head lolled to look down at her. She smiled.

  He didn’t smile back. He said, “I’m not kidding.”

  “I don’t think you are.”

  He scooted himself back down the bed, turned on his side and put his head on the pillow across from her. He said, “What do you think?”

  His eyes were wide and scared and she felt for him. She could feel the frenetic energy bubbling just under the surface. She felt it too. The strangest, scariest, dirtiest thrill in her adult life. “It’s...sexy...the idea turns me on...”

  He said, “Dino?”

  “Geoff, what are we talking about here?”

  “Nia, you know what we’re talking about.”

  “Yeah,” she said, her voice just a breath.

  “Dino?”

  She shook her head softly, said, “No. Too painful I think.”

  “Rocco?”

  “Geoff...he’s my boss.” She put her hands up under her head, under the pillow and she looked at the man she married.

  He was watching her. She could see a tremble in his eye, a quivering white spot there, a reflection of the moon. He was thinking, his mind going faster than his actions showed. He said, “The bachelorette...the stripper...”

  She said, “No, I’m not interested in a man who takes his clothes off for money. He’s sexy to look at, but he’s not...sexy.”

  “But if it’s just sex, wouldn’t you just want someone who is good to look at?”

  “I guess...I don’t feel it though. I’m looking forward to his hot body, seeing it and all, but I don’t get turned on thinking about having sex with him. I feel like he’ll be stupid or something...like, annoying, you know? He’ll be empty here,” she said and she touched a finger to Geoff’s temple, “and here,” resting her palm over his heart.

  “You don’t want to have sex with some mindless hot body?”

  “No,” she said. She could see that troubled him. “Maybe...maybe we shouldn’t do this...”

  “Nia, you’re so sexy...I get so...horny...thinking about you with another man...”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah...I don’t know, what do you think? Is it crazy?”

  She watched him a while longer, both of them staring into each other eyes. She bit her bottom lip, slowly let it drag across her teeth as it plumped back into shape. She had the smell of semen in her nose. “Let me just go rinse with Scope.”

  “Nia. How insulting,” he said, trying to lighten them up.

  She huffed a quiet laugh for him and she got out of bed and went into the bathroom, kept the lights off. She took a mouthful of Scope and swished it around, looked at herself, spat it out. Looked again and smoothed her hair where it hung down over her bare breasts. She looked at her naked body. Standing there in the dim midnight light, her still beautiful figure lit with narrow light. She was still hot. She still had it. She loved Geoff but she was missing something. She could still get that thing she craved.

  She crossed back to Geoff and he watched her. She got into bed next to him and she put her arm over him and he pulled her close. He said, “When we were friends...only friends...the more you fucked those other men, then came for me, the more you realized how great I was. You were addicted to that hot sex with those panty droppers but they always ended the same way...they always ended up with you and me together. We came together because of that and I was happy for you. I was so happy you could always rely on me to make everything better.”

  “Do you want that...now?”

  “No. But right now I feel like maybe I could. I've always been aroused by the idea, always. But I never ever thought I wanted it for real. But now...now...now maybe we could try.”

  She looked down, looked down her husband’s body. She loved this man. He was good. She kissed his chin, felt his thick beard scratch her lips and her nose.

  She said, “I want to.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah, I want to try.”

  “Oh man,” he put his hand over his heart. “My heart is pounding, Nia.” He took her hand and put it on his chest.

  “Geoff, my heart is pounding too.”

  “You scared?”

  “Yeah, wow. I'm so turned on right now. Oh wow,” she laughed.

  “Who?”

  “Who who?”

  “Do you know who?”

  “No...”

  “Not Dino?”

  “No, not Dino.”

  “Honestly?”

  “Yeah. Too weird now.”

  “Not Rocco?”

  “No, he's my boss, Geoff, he’s my boss.”

  “So no double-team? Rocco and Dino,” he laughed.

  “That's a fantasy,” she laughed too now. “How would I get those two in bed with me?”

  “I imagine you could just ask them, they’d say yes.”

  “They’re brothers, Geoff.” She rubbed her hand over his shoulder, her skin was tingling with anticipation.

  “I’m not talking you into doing that. Just do whatever turns you on. I want you to do something that makes you happy. Tell me all about it. I want to know everything about you.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah. All those dirty things you keep inside. I want you to tell me everything. I want you to tell me the things that are in your heart that you keep to yourself and that you thought you would never be able to tell anybody else...” he put hi
s hand over her heart now.

  “I don’t know if I can even do it, Geoff. It’s hot but...it’s big.”

  “I know.”

  “I’ll do it though, just let me think about it. I want to.”

  “Don’t wait too long, seriously, I could change my mind real quick. I already feel my palms sweating, like, this is a big mistake.”

  “No, baby. It’s hot, I swear. It’s just not easy.”

  “Okay. You’re right.”

  “We have to make it work for us.”

  “We do.”

  6

  Lake View Tavern

  Friday, June 9th

  GEOFF

  It was a long drive up to Innisfil and by the time he got on the 400 it was dark. Nia had called two hours ago from Rocco’s truck. They’d been at a work site in Schomberg, some mansion she’d told him, and they were there late and it was a Friday and a bunch from Woodbridge were camping up in Innisfil which wasn’t far. They wanted to do a night out at a bar up there.

  Nia knew Geoff’s mom was staying with them in Roncesvalles. His mom had a ladies day on Saturday with some of the girls from her church, ten of them all getting together for brunch and then doing the Bible exhibit at the Museum. She arranged three weeks ago to come and stay with Geoff and Nia and spend some time with her favourite grand-daughter. Not really her favourite, she called all of them favourites and had no shame doing it. He had dinner with his mom and Odele, going out to eat on Roncesvalles at Odie’s favourite bakery, where they knew her, doted on her, and made her breakfast for dinner. Did it up nice, two eggs on the plate arranged like sunny-side-up eyeballs and strips of bacon as the plate’s wriggling mouth. Geoff had breakfast too, wanting in on the fun, getting himself pancakes and maple syrup and bacon. Mom complained about having breakfast at night, mostly as a symbol for acquiescence to the whims of his fanciful daughter. She got a sandwich and complained lightly about that too, that sandwiches weren’t really dinner. Geoff and Odie had fun though. His mom worried about Odie eating at the table with her knees on the bench, saying she could fall. Odie was fine and Mom was no tyrant just a crank sometimes. They had a nice dinner together anyway and Mom lightened but he did have to hear the talk about his career. How he should consider becoming an editor, how she could see him doing that job well. A compliment but also an insight into how she couldn’t understand how her son made money doing dopey drawings for kids. He said Mom, I was on TV this morning. She knew he was, was proud of him, told all her friends to watch. But she still didn’t see what he did as a real job.