Learning Lessons: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  “You okay, Mom?”

  “Huh, yeah, Petey, I’m fine. Just felt a little funny there.”

  “Hurry up, Dad, we’re waiting,” Andy said, his head lolling back in exasperation.

  “Yeah, yeah, sorry, guys,” Pete said, coming into the kitchen and going to the sink to wash his hands. “Start without me.”

  Tyler paused, his mouth full of food, looking around the table. He was already a good way through his dinner. His eyes stopped at Jess and she smiled at him.

  “How was school today, boys?” Pete asked.

  “We were working out with Tyler,” Andy said.

  “Oh, yeah?” Pete said, working his fork through his dinner.

  Petey said, “Yeah, Dad, we did pushups and sit-ups and chin-ups—”

  “Well, Tyler used to teach Gym, guys,” Pete said. She knew Pete was hurting hearing this from his boys. They were really taking to the guy that their mom had been having sex with. Her weird husband was in physical pain from this. But he loved it. With Tyler in the house now she could really make him suffer even if she were trying not too.

  “We know, Dad.”

  Don’t ask him why he doesn’t teach any more boys, please, not with me here at the table. I might lose it.

  Pete’s phone buzzed, and he slid it out of his chest pocket, looked down at it. He frowned, kept reading.

  “Excuse me, everyone,” he said, pushed himself from the table. He went and leaned on the counter and made a phone call. Jess kept eating, heard Pete talking behind her. It was work.

  “Shoot, guys,” Pete said, standing behind her, his hands on the back of her chair. “We’ve got a problem with the silent alarm down at the store. Keeps going off, the police are there.”

  “The police?” Andy said, excited.

  “Yeah, Andy. Corporate wants me down there, gotta meet the police and the alarm company.”

  “They don’t have someone there?”

  “No, they—”

  “Someone else?” Jess said.

  “No, I’m closest anyway.”

  “Pete, your dinner...”

  “Sorry, Jess, I gotta go. Can you wrap it up for me? I’ll eat it when I get back. I’ll probably just be an hour.”

  “An hour?” she said. She wasn’t sure how she felt being alone with Tyler like this. This was a little weird. It was nighttime now, family time. This was the time that she and Pete would spend with the boys before they went to bed. Now she was going to spend it alone with Tyler?

  It was almost two and a half hours before Pete got home and it put him in a terrible mood. He’d had to grab a burger at the McDonald’s in the Save-Mart or he was going to pass out. He was filled with dread standing there in the kitchen knowing he was leaving his family with another man in the house.

  Standing now in the front hall he could hear the boys laughing hysterically from the family room.

  Andy was giggling so high he was squeaking. He heard Petey, saying, Mom, Mom, Mom, over and over trying to get her attention. He walked through the kitchen, the lights dimmed, table cleared, counters and stove cleaned.

  He heard Tyler’s deep voice encouraging, “You can do it, reach.”

  They were all having a lot of fun without him.

  “Reach, Jess, reach,” Tyler said again, sitting on the couch. Pete was in the doorway, his heart dropped into his guts.

  “You can do it, Mom,” Petey said. He was leaning against Tyler’s knee holding a square thin board with a spinning arrow on it. Both of them watching Jess and Andy on the floor.

  They were playing Twister, the coffee table slid away, sheet spread on the floor. Sargent was watching through the sliding glass door, his tail wagging, lit up by the porch light. He barked when he saw Pete.

  Andy was on his back, arms behind him, holding himself up, one leg stretched far, planted in a yellow circle. Jess was spread over him like a spider. She was on all fours, her butt up in the air like a yoga pose, her right leg straining to get her bare foot onto a red circle.

  The tendons in her neck stood out, she was laughing, reaching, her hair tied back, her ponytail hanging over her shoulder. She’d changed into black tights and a loose sweatshirt, but putting her body like this, Pete—and Tyler—could see up her sweatshirt, see her tummy and her black bra, see the curve of her rump, her beautiful legs, thin knees. It was an awful scene.

  They could have been playing Connect Four, Candyland, Operation. They could have been playing Hungry Hungry Hippos. But they were playing Twister.

  What had Pete missed? Had Jess and Tyler had a turn together? He could picture his boys laughing as they flicked the spinner, encouraging Mom to play with Uncle Tyler. His kids seeing their mom have fun with another man. Her on her back, legs askew, hands and feet in coloured dots, Tyler’s strong arms holding himself above her with ease, them laughing, looking into each other’s eyes. Jess wouldn’t have let the boys see that would she? It crushed him thinking about it.

  “Mom, Mom,” Petey was still trying to get her attention. “Mom, this one here, you’ll never get that other one.” Petey was in her line of sight now, pointing to a red dot she hadn’t seen.

  “Petey, I can’t bend my leg like that.”

  “Yes, you can, Jess,” Tyler laughed.

  “Quiet, you,” Jess said, peeking under her arm at Tyler. She saw Pete looming in the doorway.

  Pete saw the guilt on her face. She knew how terrible this was. How wrong.

  “Oh, hi, Pete,” she said.

  “Hi, Dad,” Pete said.

  “Hi, Dad. I’m winning,” Andy said from under his mom.

  “That’s good, Andy-boy.” Pete leaned on the archway.

  Jess crossed her leg underneath her, careful not to hit Andy. She stretched it over trying to get her little toe to touch a red circle. Her leg shook with the effort. Her butt cheek pinched a crease in her tights showing Pete and Tyler her round rump as if it were bare. Jess was laughing now, giving up, her arms shaking. She collapsed next to Andy.

  “Agh, you win again, Andy,” she laughed. She lay on her back next to him with her knees up, her bare feet on the mat. Andy climbed on her and she hugged him.

  “How did it go, Pete?” she asked him over Andy’s shoulder.

  “Shouldn’t the boys be in bed?”

  “Aw, Pete, they wanted to stay up for you,” she said.

  “Yeah, well it’s late.”

  Petey came to his side, grabbed the side of his palm, “Yeah, sorry you missed dinner, Dad.”

  “Me too, Petey, glad you guys had fun without me. Come on, Andy,” he said and held his other hand out for his littlest boy.

  “You okay, Dad?” Petey asked him.

  “Yeah, no, Pete. I’m fine. Let me get you boys to bed. Tuck you in.”

  He walked them down the hall. Left Jess and Tyler in the family room.

  Jess went to bed some time after Pete and she was worried about him.

  Pete was sleeping, curled up in their bed, laying on his side, facing away from where she would lay. She tossed her sweatshirt to the floor, slid her tights off, then her panties and bra too, and she climbed under the covers and slid across to him, pressed herself against his back. He didn’t budge.

  “Petey?” she whispered.

  He grunted, half-asleep.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  He gave her an affirmative grunt.

  She slid her hand around to his front, scratched her nails lightly on his chest. “You sure?”

  He was awake now, she could see his profile, could see his eyelashes. His eyes were open, looking across the room.

  “I’m sure, Jess,” he said quietly.

  He didn’t sound fine. Her hand scratched its way idly down his T-shirt, over his belly, lingering along the elastic waist of his briefs.

  “You know how much I love you, right, Petey?”

  “Yeah, I do,” he said, she could see him blinking.

  Her hand slipped under his waistband, found his small, hairy penis, his testicl
es scrunched up high underneath it. She tickled it with her fingertips, touched the tip, circled his hole with her forefinger. His legs straightened a bit, exposing it better for her. Her fingers stroked it, going up and down his shaft and she could feel it starting to stiffen.

  “You know there’s a big, thick cock just outside that door and a muscular boy dying to fuck me with it but I’m here stroking this little thing because I love you. You’re my baby, Petey.”

  “Oh, fuck, Jess,” he gasped, a little breathy chuckle in it. He swelled hard under her fingers and she was able to grip it now, stroke it.

  “But he is going to fuck me again. You just have to face it. Soon. When the boys are out and we’re all alone, he’s going to fuck me. Are you ready for that?” Her hand was steadily jerking his short penis, her fist working under the front of his underwear.

  “Y-yes, Jess.”

  “You want that, don’t you?”

  “I do.”

  “Look at me,” she said.

  He rolled over to her, lay on his back as she looked down on him, her hand still moving around inside his underwear. She dipped her lips to his and she kissed him. He surged in her hand and he was suddenly slippery. Her hand squirmed over his little tip and he gasped in her mouth.

  “Let me get his little coat on for you,” she said. She slipped her hand out and she leaned across him and opened the drawer of the nightstand.

  “Oh, Jess,” Pete said, his hands finding her body and sliding over her, “you’re naked.” His hands felt good going over her, his warm familiar hands that had touched her thousands of times.

  “Get your pants off,” she whispered as she tore open a foil condom square.

  Pete pushed the bedsheets down and he slipped his briefs down his legs and lay back naked for her. She pinched the tip of the condom, and rolled it down, let it go and waited.

  “What’s that?” he said, his hand feeling his erection.

  “What’s what?”

  She watched him pull on the condom and it slid right off.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, Pete. That’s one of Tyler’s condoms. I have some in there, just in case,” she laughed. She had another condom in her hand and she was opening it. “He needs special condoms for that beautiful man-cock he has,” she said.

  Pete chuckled again, he was fiddling with the condom over his penis, rolling it out to see how long it was. “You really love that thing, huh?” he said.

  She gripped the base of his penis with one hand and held Tyler’s XL condom out for Pete so they could both see the difference. “Yeah, Pete, it’s amazing.”

  “Not too big?” he said, looking up at her as she tossed the other condom out of the way.

  “No, not at all. Here’s your little condom,” she said and she slipped it on him with her fingers.

  She straddled him, then put her hands on his cheeks and she kissed him again, her hair falling across his face. He kissed her, passionately, his hands coming up and squeezing her shoulders. She bit his lip, broke away from him, said, “I love your dick, Pete.”

  “But his is better.”

  “Yes. But I love you and I love your little dick.”

  She shimmied down to his hips and sat back on him, felt his hardness, poking between her legs.

  “Did you do anything with him before breakfast yesterday?” he asked her.

  She felt behind her, gripped his penis and held it up, guided it to her opening. “When I was up in his room?”

  “Yeah.”

  She pushed her hips down on it, felt it part her and poke inside her. Pete moaned and she smiled at him. “I just sucked him off real quick,” she said.

  “Jess.”

  “He came in my mouth,” she said, grinding her hips in contracted circles on him.

  “Did you do something?” Pete said, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.

  “No, Petey, I was asking him if it would feel funny to have meals with us.”

  “Tell me you sucked him.”

  She bit her lip, her grinding getting faster, gasped, “I did. Just before breakfast. I thought I could sneak a few minutes...ah, while your back was turned.”

  “You’re so bad, Jess.”

  “I know. I’m the worst, I just can’t get enough of that kid.”

  “Ah, Jess, tell me you fucked him.”

  “He fucked me, Petey. I tried to stop him but he’s too strong, baby,”

  “Oh, shit, Jess,” Pete gasped, his hips were straining to push his cock out as far as it would go while she squirmed on it, “did you fight him?”

  “I didn’t, he just felt so good, baby. He bent me over the bed, ah, he stuffed a sport sock in my mouth so you couldn’t hear me scream from up here.”

  “Did he hurt you?”

  “I loved every minute of it.”

  She closed her eyes and tried to picture that. Picture that kid dominating her, taking her against her will. She ground her hips against Pete, his little thing buried in her, her hard button mashed into his pubic bones and she kept an orgasm on edge, thrilled it’s shining ridges and dared it to come and get her. She though of Tyler and all the incredibly hot things they’d done and all the things yet to do once they found the time, the privacy. Pete slipped out of her a few times but she got him back in quickly, before she lost her grip on an orgasm. Pete worked her, rubbing his hands across her slim sides, running them over her rump and sliding his fingers down underneath to tease where he was entering her.

  “I’m going to make you suffer,” she whispered to him. She fell forward over him, holding herself over his face, her hair whipping forward and thrashing him.

  “Do it,” he said, and he squeezed her thighs. She could feel how incredibly hard he was inside her.

  “You sure you want me to?”

  “I want you to be as bad as you want to be, Jess.”

  She slipped off him, she gasped, “Oh, Pete, you have me so close,” and she spun herself around and backed her hot sex over Pete’s mouth. “God, Pete, please,” she pleaded, and he went after her, wanting to please her. His tongue worked through her, penetrating and teasing, mashing against her swollen clit, then back to teasing. She closed her eyes as hard as she could and thought about Tyler. She worked against Pete, tilting and swivelling, wanting so bad to be pushed over the lip, to have that sweet swell raise her up and make her cry out. She could feel it coming, building, and Pete worked her harder, his hands squeezing her legs, his thumbs digging high up into her sensitive inner thighs. She buckled, her head whipped forward, “Oh, Pete,” she warned him. It was huge. She trembled as she came, squeezed her thighs together, clutching Pete’s poor balding head tightly, crushing his face into her sex, freezing him from tickling her out of it and ruining it. She croaked and squeezed, arched her back as she felt the incredible wave wash over her. Finally she let her head fall, her forehead rest on his soft, clammy belly. She felt her thighs quivering as she released him, let him breathe again.

  “Wow,” she whispered.

  His cock was bobbing with his heartbeat, aching to be touched right in front of her. She ran a finger down it and it flexed. She took it up, his rock-hard penis, barely longer than her fist, and she stroked it with two fingers and her thumb. His arms circled her waist and he hugged her hips closer to his chest. She was going to make him suffer. She hated that it aroused her but she couldn’t deny it. Tyler was sleeping in a twin bed just past her door and she could torture Pete with that stud. She’d enjoy every minute of it, the sordid pleasure as a young, hung, stud, made her come, and then the dirty secret thrill of knowing her sweet husband was dying inside, watching her get something he could never give her.

  Pete let out a long low moan, and his hips thrust his penis through her circled grip. She squeezed it tighter, stroked him faster, and watched the tip of his little condom fill up with his milky seed.

  14

  Halloween Party

  Saturday, October 30th

  “He was what?”

  Pete and Russ were at
the side of the family room, close together having a conversation they shouldn’t be having in a room full of children.

  “Yeah, you know, between her breasts,” Russ leaned right in and whispered it in Pete’s ear.

  “Russ, come here,” Pete nodded toward the kitchen. They were at his sister’s house, with Patty and Russ’s kids and about a dozen others were there with their parents too. Pete and some of the other parents weren’t so fond of their little ones walking the neighbourhood getting candy from strangers so they made their own party. Seven at night now and they’d been here since three in the afternoon, kids playing games, building scarecrows, donut-eating races. None of them tired yet, amped up on sugar and excitement.

  Pete walked through the dark hall into the kitchen. “What did you—”

  He got a string of cottony spiderweb that his sister had strung up in the dark hall caught in his open mouth as he walked into it, and he reeled back splashing beer up the front of his sport shirt. “Jesus Christ, Patty,” he cursed under his breath.

  “Easy, Pete.”

  “Shit, yeah, sorry, walked right into it.”

  “Yeah, gotta watch where you’re going, buddy.”

  “What’s she doing stringing that up in the dark?” he said, wiping his brand new shirt, flicking the wet off his moisture-repellant fabric.

  “Ha, you know your sister.”

  “She probably strung it along the top of the stairs too, try and kill me that way.”

  “So you haven’t heard anything?” Russ said.

  They were alone in the kitchen now, a little more free to talk. Pete could see into the family room, see the kids milling around, anticipating the next game. Jess was there, crouched down with Andy. She had her witch’s robe on, dressed all in black. She was beaming at him, listening to him over-explain something the way he would do. Nodding, lips peeled back, showing her perfect white teeth.

  “No—we’ve talked with him, but I haven’t heard any of the rumours. What did you hear?”

  “Just what I told you. It was old Joe Watson walked in on them, I think maybe a couple of kids too—he was with some blonde-haired girl. He was, like, naked, and he was, you know, he had his thing going between her breasts.”