Learning Lessons: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  Pete sat in the dark bedroom in a chair he’d placed where he would get the best view of the action. He sat with his whisky, sipping and staring at their bed, comforted by the whine of Jess’ hair dryer. He’d laid out lingerie for her, the pieces organized on the bed for her when she was ready. Black lace and stockings, a thong panty, brought home from the Save-Mart.

  She was doing her makeup now and his heart pounded—they were so close to it happening. He couldn’t wait.

  “Pete?” she called him from the bathroom.

  He got up and went in, saw her in all her glory. She was standing in the bathroom completely naked. Her hair was done, clean, shining, styled down over her shoulders. Her makeup was ready, red on her lips just a little black on her eyes, she smelled of lemony perfume. He took her in, her slim bare shoulders, her thin waist and the swell of her hips. Her full breasts swayed slightly, her rosy nipples swollen and gently pointed but not quite hard yet.

  “Jess.” He was stunned. “Oh, Jess, honey, you look so beautiful.” He could feel his eyes well up with tears. How was he so lucky to be with her?

  “Thank you, baby,” she said, smiled at him, broke his heart. “Could you do my toenails for me?”

  “Yeah, of course,” he said, put his drink on the shelf above the sink.

  Jess climbed up on the counter, brought her legs up, heels resting on the edge. She hugged her knees to her, shook her hair behind her. Her eyes watched Pete, watched him as he took her in. His pretty wife, strangely naked, perched up on the bathroom sink. She knew how odd this looked, how crazy every bit of this was. He could see it in her face. She could see it in his. Pete could tell she was committed. There were no second thoughts. She might be quiet but it wasn’t some epic struggle going on between those teeny, well-shaped ears. She was going to do this. Her silence was meditative. Reflective.

  Pete shook her bottle of polish, taking in the smooth skin of her knees and her calves as he did. He dragged a stool to sit below her, her feet at his chest.

  He could see her smooth pretty mound peeking at him between the backs of her milky thighs, the slightest ruffle of her darker folds in the middle. That was his. Was supposed to be his. His wife should like it if he were to reach out and gently stroke her but tonight he felt he couldn’t do that. If he were to reach out she would resist. Tonight she wasn’t his. Tonight she belonged to a better man. A masculine man who put a tingle in her dirty spots. He made her a woman. Pete made her a mom. Pete gave her the responsibilities, the burdens of life. While she cherished those boys there was nothing wrong with forgetting it all. Taking her lover and escaping. Going back to the time when she was a young woman and almost anything was possible. That’s what he delivered with that big dick she was crazy about. Youth.

  Even the way she was sitting like this was so different than the Jess he knew as his wife. Sitting with her legs drawn up, completely bare, exposing her dirtiest part to him. Shameless in a way that was not like the woman he knew. Sexually confident now, letting her sex be seen, knowing what it was doing to her husband. Knowing she wasn’t going to allow him to touch it. She was the queen and he was the servant in this moment. And you wouldn’t dare touch the queen.

  “Are you excited?” she asked him as he brushed the clear polish onto her tiny toenails.

  “I am.”

  “Do you remember our first time?”

  Of course he did. He wasn’t proud of it. They’d both had too much to drink. They made love on her couch in her apartment and Pete didn’t pull out. He came inside her. It was an accident. She didn’t even realize it, both of them falling asleep. Nine months later they had a son.

  “Yes.”

  She didn’t answer. This was punishment. She didn’t remember their first time. This was a symbolic coupling tonight. Tonight a man was going to come inside her and she knew it. She was prepared for it. Mentally, physically. There was a lot of meaning behind tonight’s events and Jess was making sure Pete didn’t miss it. Tyler was the type of man who should have come inside her. Who should have given her a baby. He was the better man.

  “I want this for you, Jess,” he said, and he kissed her knee. He inhaled deeply, his heart feeling a little heavy now, the dread finding him, lurking still but getting closer. He smelled her soap and perfume, but something else under it. Her musk, her desire. Jess was so aroused with the anticipation of what Tyler was going to do to her tonight Pete could see she was damp, glistening.

  Jess let Pete watch her get dressed. He sat in his chair poring over every movement she made, lit up by a lone table lamp by the bed. She turned, showed him her rump as she slid the panties up her thighs, the string back of the thong pinching up between her cheeks. She posed for him, let him see her with her hands on her hips, wearing the tight little panties while she checked herself out in the mirror over the dresser. Then the lacy corset, still showing him her back while her slim wrist came up behind her and zipped it up. Then she turned, let him watch her scoop her breasts out and up, sit them properly in the tight bustier of the lingerie. She turned herself in the mirror, Pete’s eyes like lasers on her. Then she sat herself on the bed, pulled the fishnet stockings up her leg, snapped into the garter. She stepped into the heels he’d left by the side of the bed. Black patent pumps, the same shoes she wore that night she’d convinced Tyler to come out to the minivan for a quickie.

  She was ready now. She sat on the edge of the bed, her feet together, shoulders up to her ears, hands gripping the edge of the mattress. Where was he? Where was the man of the house? What if he didn’t show? Went out to do something or someone better. What if he’d left her dejected, alone and embarrassed with her cuckold husband? What if she wasn’t really the one in charge here? Couldn’t Tyler fuck better girls than her? Younger?

  She looked at the red digital readout on the clock radio. It was after 8 P.M., he should have been here by now. Jess looked to Pete, she could feel her courage waning.

  Then they both heard his bedroom door across the hall. Her heart jumped. Pete stood up and she stood too, both of them facing the bedroom door. He knocked twice, loud, making her flinch.

  “Come in,” Pete said.

  She said it too, a beat behind him, “Come in.”

  The door opened and Tyler came through, closed the door behind him. He was naked.

  She felt herself shudder at the sight of him. Her shoulders literally trembled. He looked so beautiful, so crazily out of place in her tiny suburban bedroom. He seemed to fill up the whole room with his presence.

  “You look amazing,” he said.

  She felt herself blush, said, “Thank you. You look... Yeah...” she laughed. Smooth, Jess, smooth.

  Pete sat back down in his chair, got himself out of their way, out of their minds. He pulled the chain, turned off the lamp next to him.

  Tyler walked to her. She watched the ripple of his muscle, the deep lines in his thighs as he came to her. She could hear the soft damp sound of his cock bouncing from thigh to thigh in the three steps it took him.

  “Let me look at you,” he said. He held his hand out and she took it, and he held it up while she turned for him, showed him her backside.

  “Unbelievable,” he said.

  He sat himself on the edge of her bed and put a hand on either side of her waist, she put her hands on his enormous shoulders. They stared at each other for a moment, looking into one another’s eyes. She had to look away, it was too intense. She felt a burning in her belly. An incredible desire. She felt like a live-wire between her legs now. A single touch could set her off. She wanted his cock inside her so badly. Hard as steel, buried deep in her body, thrusting and thrusting, urgently building to incredible release. She craved that release, she was dying to find out what a man with a real cock felt like when he came inside her. She wanted it so bad it extinguished her nerves, her fears. So what if he came in her, what was the worst? She was prepared. So what if she got pregnant. Would it be that bad? They could have another kid. She wanted one. She’d love another little
baby.

  Pete watched Tyler’s big tattooed hands caress Jess’s ass. He squeezed and lifted her cheeks, his fingers sliding delicately between them, and he could see it gave Jess goosebumps across her upper arms. Her hands were feeling his shoulders, looking so small on his massive frame. Jess’s back was to Pete and he could her Tyler sucking at her flesh, her belly maybe, her chest.

  “Mmm,” she said, “I still can’t get used to how good you feel.” She grabbed at his thick traps, her hands barely denting his flesh. “You’re so powerful,” she whispered.

  Tyler’s right hand swept across her ass, his middle finger slowly diving into the space where her cheeks curled to the tops of her thighs.

  “Ohh,” she gasped and Pete could see his wife’s legs shake. “Oh, God, I am so ready,” she said.

  “I can feel how ready you are.” The muscles of his forearm rippled as his finger worked into that warm space that Pete loved. He knew what Tyler was feeling right now, the softness of the inside of her thighs, her heat, the moist fabric of her panties when she was aroused. He was as hard as a bone in his pants now.

  Jess’s hips swayed as she stepped her feet out a little wider, let Tyler have some room. Her legs so shapely in her fishnet stockings, her calves flexed in the heels, her toes pointed. He had never known she could look so sexual.

  Tyler ran his hand up her ass, his finger sliding under the thong strap then back down, pulling it out from between her cheeks, twisting it and pulling it aside. He swiped gently at her bare sex. Pete knew the feel of it, the damp flesh, wrinkled dry edges turning hot pink and slippery as she got engorged.

  “Ah,” Jess whispered, her head came back, her pale blonde hair tickling the smooth skin of her back. “Put your finger inside me.”

  Pete watched Tyler’s hand curl up between her legs now, that big, thick middle finger of his was sliding up inside his wife.

  “Oh,” she gasped and she whipped forward, her head coming to rest in his collar. She was bent at the waist now, her sex exposed to Pete. He watched Tyler plunge his finger in and out of his wife, being gentle but firm. Her sex made wet squishing noises, Tyler’s hand shone in the light from her wetness.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered into his neck.

  “I can’t believe how wet you are,” he said.

  “I’ve been thinking about this every minute you’ve been in the house, every time I’ve served you dinner, passed you in the hall, this is what I’ve wanted.”

  “If we didn’t have rules I would fuck you every day. Fuck you on every surface of this little house.”

  He pushed his finger inside her as deeply as he could get it, wriggled his hand, making her cry out.

  “Aow,” she gasped and she slapped at his shoulders, clawed at them, stood up straight again. He kept at it, his hand a frenzied blur as he drove his wife wild.

  “Oh, no, oh, no,” she gasped. She stood right up straight, her cheeks clamping down on his hand, her soft flesh folding over his knuckles. He kept his pace, buzzing that finger around inside her. Jess’s legs were trembling, he had her on the edge, she was gulping whisper breaths, slowly filling her lungs while he made her come.

  “Aungh,” she collapsed into him, her arms going around his neck to support herself as she fell over him. Her knees buckled and she fell in his lap.

  “Oh,” she said, “oh, I’m on fire right now... You’re going to make me come a thousand times tonight.”

  He put his lips over hers, bit her lower lip and pulled it. Pete saw him pull it right out let it go, saw his wife’s plump lip hang until she pulled it back into her mouth, bit it with her own teeth. She smiled at Tyler, looking into his eyes.

  “Let’s get you hard,” she said. “I need you inside me so bad right now.” She kissed her way down his chest, over his stomach. Tyler leaned back, put his hands out behind him on the bed.

  She looked so amazing. Crouching down between his legs in her heels and lingerie. It accentuated her beautiful female form. Her ample bottom, her tiny waist, Pete ached for her. Wished he had the big cock she was stroking right now. Jess was showing him, letting him see her get her hung lover hard. She stroked him, milked him down, cradled his balls. Then she was running her tongue up the side.

  “God, Pete. This dick...” she said, squeezing it in her fist and admiring it, showing it to Pete. Tyler was getting aroused, firmer in her hand. She put her mouth over his head, sucked it in, then worked her way down his shaft getting as much in her mouth as she could. Her hands dug into his thighs now, her nails scratching at his skin.

  “Oh, yeah, Jess,” Tyler whispered to her.

  Then she pulled her head back, his penis fell and bounced off the side of the bed. She held the base of him, slapped him against his own thigh. Her other hand went over the end and she stroked it hard and fast, pinching and gripping with one hand jerking him with the other.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, his head went back. He was straining from the pleasure Jess was giving him. Jess was watching his flexing abs as she got him hard. “Ah, stop,” he said, buckling.

  She let him go, his big cock erect now, wagging and bobbing between his thighs. Jess straddled him, got her knees on the bed on either side of him and reached back between her legs to pull her thong aside.

  Tyler gripped his manhood at the base, lifted it up between her legs, found her heat. He tapped the top of the big head of his cock against her wet sex and it made her moan.

  “Oh, Tyler,” she said. He did it harder, making wet slaps against Jess, slapping the top of his cock, teasing her with it.

  “Ah, put it in me,” she said.

  He leaned back to get his hand angled, stroked the tip back over her sex a few times then drove his hips up gently until his cock stared to pierce her.

  “Ow,” she whispered, “ow, do it.”

  He backed off then thrust forward again, Pete could see it sink into his wife.

  She moaned as he slowly forced his thick tool inside her. He worked it in and out until he had himself coated with her wetness.

  “God, Tyler, your bare cock feels so good.”

  “You feel so hot inside,” he whispered.

  “I can feel every detail of that perfect cock, every wrinkle, ah...go slower.”

  Tyler slowed down, his cock disappearing inside her at a snail’s pace, Jess’s head was turned up, her mouth open in a permanent gasp. She squeaked once, shuddered. He sunk it deeper, his wife intent on the experience of feeling his cock without a condom. Getting to experience the naked sex with him she’d dreamed of. Every bit of Jess was tuned into the feel of this big invader sliding into her hot wet hole. Pete could see her slowly get filled up, slowly get stretched wide. Tyler was getting harder, thicker while he was inside her. Pete still couldn’t believe Jess found that size pleasurable, it looked like it was injuring her.

  Then Jess was in control, raising her hips, bringing her stretched pink insides up, getting some relief, then plopping back down on him, getting him stuffed back inside her.

  “Mm,” she whispered, biting her lips inside her mouth. She worked up and down, making a steady rhythm on him, sliding her skewered sex over his pole, she would thrust and bounce up and down, change direction, forward and back, making Tyler’s balls swing.

  She got herself sweating, her hands clawed at his shoulders, then they gripped his big biceps, then her head was right back and her fists rested on his traps. She went on for almost twenty minutes, rising and falling, bringing herself to orgasm, her cries getting high, breathy, almost an imperceptible squeak. Pete was sure she had come twice. Tyler was rock hard now, the skin of his wide cock tight and shining with Jess’ fluids.

  She stopped, lifted herself off of his cock and it fell from her insides and slapped against his leg.

  “I don’t want to make you come like this,” she said. She got on the bed next to him, lay on her side. “I don’t want to be in control—do you understand?” Tyler turned and she lay on her back and spread her legs for him. “I want to be out of
control. Wait, look at me...”

  Tyler was up on his knees, getting himself between her legs.

  “Do you understand me? I want you to be out of control, too. I want you to fuck me with no inhibition. Urgent, desperate, I want you to take me, claim me, plant your seed deep inside me.”

  “You want me to come inside you?”

  “Yes, I need you to.”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “No. But it’s okay. Today is the day. You can do it today.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive, baby. Come inside me. Give it to me.” Her hand was stroking him, stroking and pulling him to her heat. He didn’t stand a chance.

  He plunged himself deep inside Jess in one quick motion, making her yell out. Pete could see her bite her lip and she wrapped one arm around his massive neck and pulled herself up to him, hugged herself to him.

  Tyler fucked her like she wanted. He gave her every hard thick inch with each thrust, plunging into her until Pete could see his damp balls sticking to her.

  “Oh my God, Pete, he gets so deep, you have no idea how good he feels.” She yelled over Tyler’s shoulder.

  She had Tyler grunting.

  “Tell me Jess, tell me how good it feels.”

  “Ah, Pete, he’s right up in my uterus, baby.” Her heels came around his waist, locked him into place as he pounded into his wife. She looked so small underneath his huge frame. Her little fists were clenched over his massive shoulders, her high heels dangled above his big round rump. They had Pete sweating, he had to wipe his brow and his eyes stung. The room was filled with a humid musk, he could smell the familiar sex smell of his pretty wife but it was being dominated by Tyler’s heavy pheromones. She was like a smooth little plaything under all his rippling muscle and tattoos. He looked like he was hurting her. He was hurting her but she loved it, she wanted it.

  “Fuck me, Tyler, fuck me harder.”

  The bed frame was rattling against the drywall now, and the light in the room warbled as the lampshade vibrated from their passion.