Learning Lessons: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  “Ah,” Jess blurted, laughing again. “Oh, wow.”

  Pete watched her face, turned to the ceiling, her mouth hanging open. “Oh, Tyler...don't, I...haven't showered...since this morning.”

  His face came up and he kissed her bare white cheeks. The left one, then the right one. “You are so fucking hot, I’d do this if we just walked across the desert.”

  “Well, do it then,” she said over her shoulder and she crawled along the couch until she had her elbows on the other arm, wagged her backside slowly for him.

  Her pyjama pants had come down her legs and bunched up around her ankles. Tyler grabbed them and pulled them right off, doing it roughly and making her squeal. He pulled her ankles then, laughing while she pretended to kick him, naked from the waist down.

  “Don’t act like you don’t want it,” he said, on his knees over top of her, grabbing at her kicking ankles. Pete saw her stick her tongue out at him, laying on her back in just a pyjama top, her head on the pillow.

  “I don’t want it,” she said, play-acting, her voice breathless, helpless, “I’m just so powerless and you’re just so strong.” She put her hands up over her head on the arm of the couch, making coy playful faces at him. “You could do whatever you want and I couldn’t stop you.”

  “I could, couldn’t I?” Tyler said, narrowing his eyes and then biting his lower lip. “Let’s see that tongue again.”

  Jess complied, closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out, the tip coming to a narrow shimmering point. Tyler walked on his knees higher up her body, and Jess’s body shook with a little laugh, knowing what he was intending to do. Sure enough, he hiked the front of his sweatpants down, and pulled his cock out, large, half-engorged, swinging over her face.

  “No peeking,” he said, and she giggled.

  He held his thing out until it was over her, said, “A little more,” and her tongue flexed and squirmed, stuck out farther. He tapped her tongue with the tip of his penis and she laughed. Her tongue went back in her mouth.

  “Let’s see it again,” he said, and she complied. Now her eyes were open. He rubbed the underside of his growing glans across her wet little pink tongue. “That feels nice,” he said. Jess started to laugh, her lips pulled back and her tongue went away again.

  “Hey, give me that tongue again.”

  She gathered herself, closed her eyes and she held her tongue out for him.

  Pete looked down the dark hall to the foot of the stairs worried what someone might see if they came down here. “Okay, that’s enough,” he said. “You have to stop now.”

  Tyler kept his eyes on the head of his cock sliding over his wife’s tongue. He said, “You going to make me?”

  Pete stayed seated.

  He slid his cock head across and over her tongue. “Do you want to watch me come in her mouth?”

  Jess, laughed, said, “Don’t make him watch that. Unless he wants to. Pete do you want to see him come in my mouth again?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  She looked over to him, turned her head up, Tyler’s cock dragging across her cheek, she said, “You don’t? Really?”

  “No, I don’t want to see that.”

  “What if I just come all over her face, all over her glasses, Pete?”

  Jess frowned, looked up at him hovering over her, said, “Don’t do that.” Tyler laughed.

  Pete stood up, his erection tenting out the front of his pants, quickly adjusted it, and made to leave. He would just go upstairs and leave them to it. Tyler snapped his fingers and pointed back at the recliner, said, Sit, like he was giving a command to a dog.

  Jess looked up at him, said, “Sit, Pete, sit—”

  So he did. He stopped and he backed into the recliner and sat back down.

  “—Good boy.” Then she laughed. He saw she was being sweet, saw the sparkle in her eye and it made him smile.

  Tyler held her face in his hand and peered down at her, smiling. “We’ll have to find something else for him to watch. Or maybe we can watch him. He always watches us.” He whispered into her ear but Pete could hear him, “Tell him to take his little dick out.”

  Jess turned her head up to face Pete again, she said, “Take your little dick out, Pete.”

  He knew he shouldn’t but he did. He did his zipper down and pulled his hard cock out the front of his briefs. Tyler raised his eyebrows, said, “Did you know your wife was such a bad girl?”

  “No, I didn’t.”

  “Come here, Jessy,” he said and he sat on the couch, pulled her along until she was sitting on his lap, her legs spread over his thighs, her sex bared for Pete to see. Tyler’s sweatpants were down a bit, his aroused cock sticking out on an angle touching his wife’s thigh. Jess was bare from the waist down just wearing a short-sleeved pyjama top. She lay her back against him. His hand slid around over her hip and between her thighs, her mouth opened when he found her hot folds. He whispered to Jess, then, she said, “Stroke it for us, Pete.”

  “Look at that little thing,” Tyler said to her.

  She was watching his penis in his hand as he stroked himself for them. He felt so vulnerable but suddenly strangely at ease. There was no denying what he had, there was no pre-tense, not that there ever had been, but somehow with her big dick boyfriend petting her wet girl parts, the two of them witnessing the size he had, he somehow felt—okay. Let them see it. This was it. She already knew it. She’d seen it many, many times before.

  “Is this what he feels like?” Tyler asked her and he slid his index finger inside her a bit.

  She liked it, she said, “Oh, mm, maybe a little bigger.”

  “Like this?” he said, and he changed, now sliding his middle finer inside her.

  “Mm, oh yeah, like that,” she said and she rocked her hips against his gentle thrusting, his finger easily moving in and out of her, making a light wet sound.

  If she saw herself right now, if she could see her as Pete saw her, sitting doing this with this man—would she recognize herself? Would she see the Jess that she knew? Would she be horrified? Aroused? Or would she be stuck just as Pete was, somewhere in a dark, breath-stealing purgatory between; afraid for someone he loved but licentiously charged, desperate to see how bad she could be.

  Tyler whispered in her ear over her shoulder, “You like it when he ate you out? After I came in you? Did you like that? Tell him you liked it.”

  “I liked it, Petey.”

  Pete said, “Did you really?”

  “Ah...I don’t know.” Her eyes were closed behind her glasses, she was mostly thinking of her lover’s touch right now.

  “Jess, was it okay?”

  She nodded, bit her lower lip. She turned her head to Tyler, her arm came up and her hand caressed his cheek, she said, “I want that cock.”

  “Where?” he said, before lightly kissing her lips.

  “You know where.”

  He flexed his hips, pulled his cock up with its own tendons; it lifted on its own up off her thigh, up until it rested in the crease of her hip. “Show me,” he said.

  Her hand went down, played with him, stroked him, smoothing down his underside; the skin of her stomach bunched as she thrust her own hips up, raising her mound for him, then guiding him through her wet folds with her fingers. She gasped and smiled as he entered her. Her hips went down, relaxed and Tyler’s girth spread her sex wide.

  “That’s it,” she said.

  “You like that don’t you?”

  “I do...ah...it’s so good.”

  Jess’ face was worth the dreadful price of admission. The upturned ecstatic face was off a religious painting. This was her epiphany and he was witnessing it. He wanted that face for her. Wanted her to feel so good that she lost control. He stroked himself, wanting her to open those big blues, lower them between his legs and see his arousal.

  Tyler said, “Make him do something,” nodding towards Pete with his wide chin.

  “I don’t know...”

  “Go on.”

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sp; “Like what?”

  “Whatever. You know what he likes.”

  She thought a while, Pete thought she looked like she was trying to find a way out of asking him to do something. Like she thought it was juvenile.

  “Kiss his balls, Petey.” Tyler didn’t tell her that. That was all Jess.

  Tyler laughed. “You want him to kiss my balls?”

  Then she giggled, “Yeah.”

  “You heard her, Pete, man.”

  “Kiss his balls, Petey.”

  “You want me to?”

  “Come and give them your blessing.”

  He got off the recliner and moved to them. He hated every step, dreaded that he would consider this, that he was going to do it even though he shouldn’t. He felt self-conscious, the two of them watching him, his pants down his thighs, his little hard-on sticking out of his pubic hair. He felt weak and silly and small. But he still got to his knees between their open thighs.

  He smelled her. Smelled his wife. Her familiar end-of-day smell. Sex-in-bed-with-her-before-sleep smell. Not showered, not clean. But not dirty. Just her natural girl smell. It made his heart ache.

  “Wait, Petey.”

  “Yes?”

  “I can’t see...” She was peering down between her legs at him. “Hold them out for me.”

  “I can’t look,” Tyler said.

  Pete put his hand up reluctantly. He looked at where Tyler had entered her, her pink lips struggling around his girth, dark and engorged. He was sliding in and out of her almost imperceptibly with their tiniest movement. He felt the heat from their connection. His fingers went under Tyler’s warm scrotum and he lifted them up.

  “First the left one, then the right one,” Jess said.

  His balls were heavy. And big. Felt so different than his own balls. He didn’t want to do this. Hated it. But a tingle in his soul moved him, told him, For Jess we will do anything. He pulled them away from Tyler’s body, far enough that she could see.

  “Oh, no,” Jess said, a quiet, crying gasp.

  Pete looked over his shoulder.

  There was a little figure standing in the hall, a shape in the shadows watching.

  “Oh, Jesus Christ,” Pete yelled and he fell back. He scrambled back on his heels, his chest heaving; he hid himself behind his recliner.

  Jess clutched her heart and he watched her in horror. Was this killing her like it was killing him? What the fuck had they done?

  Her head rolled back onto Tyler and he wanted to rush to her, hold her, but he couldn’t bear for one of his boys to see them all like this.

  “It’s Sargent,” she laughed, her chest shaking, her breasts jiggling under her light shirt.

  Tyler laughed too, then said, “All right—enough with this sideshow.” He held Jess to his hips, still inside her, turned and got to his knees. Jess was face down on the couch, her rump stuck up in the air, her boyfriend’s cock buried in her. His hands went all over her back and he was pumping himself into her. It was so fast and smooth. He was so strong, she was like a toy to him.

  She was moaning into the pillow.

  Pete watched, still on the floor on his butt, his knees up, pants down. They’d just had that scare and yet here these two were, like selfish, irresponsible teenagers back at their play. Tyler pulled his T-shirt up over his head and threw it aside. Jess’s head was buried in the pillow, her arms folded up under her, disappearing under a sexy tangle of her blonde hair. He watched her get fucked. Watched her thighs shake as she was pounded. Watched that thick thing sink in and out of her. Tyler’s muscles bulged as he worked. His hands explored his wife. Squeezing and slapping. It went on a while before Pete saw that the curtains were open.

  He said, “Hey, people can see in. The lights are on...”

  Tyler growled, “Let them see. Let them see us, see what’s happening in this house. They’d root for you, wouldn’t they, Jess?”

  “Ah, yes,” she squeaked.

  “Want you to get what you’re getting right now.”

  “Ah, they would...”

  Pete got up and zipped his pants. He could see the street out there in the dark. Knew that anyone standing out in the dark would see very clearly Jess getting fucked from behind by some muscle bound stud under a bright floor lamp. He went to close them, stood by them. He was intensely aroused by the danger. A crazy, lascivious thrill. The enormous apocalyptic shame if Tonya Waterhouse and her mom pushed their pram past right now and saw this scene. It tightened his belly.

  “Let them see the man of the house,” Tyler growled as Jess stifled a cry.

  29

  Country Barn

  Saturday, December 10th

  Tyler had the girls at the charity gift wrap table blushing. There were four of them volunteering their Saturday to wrap purchases made at the Hudson River Country Barn. Four pleasant women, two in their twenties and two in their forties, all of them rosy-cheeked and glassy-eyed, smiling ear-to-ear, trying to please this handsome, young dad.

  Pete had come here, brought Tyler and the boys, so the men of the house would have a chance to get a gift for the most special lady in all their lives. He purposely avoided the Save-Mart. Jess deserved better. He’d said, We have to go somewhere nice, doesn’t Mom deserve something nice?

  So they were here in the expensive retail boutique inside this renovated old barn and its grounds, with its amber lighting, high ceilings, barn boards and dazzling, dramatic displays; Country decor, expensive clothes, a café, a jewellery store, and then farm supplies for some reason. Petey had bought his mom a picture frame made out of barn board and Andy picked a silver broach in the shape of a dragonfly. Pete asked Tyler what he was going to get Jess and he said he already has her gift, but he didn't say what it was, standing there with his hands in his pockets. Why didn't you stay at home then?

  Pete bought her a black wool scarf for Andy's dragonfly to pin on. He had a print made of Andy and Petey and Sargent for Petey's frame and he bought her a pair of very expensive flannel pyjamas in a lumberjack plaid, and some good lotions and soaps that came in a white wicker basket.

  Now Pete was bringing some coffee and hot chocolate over to a table outside the café next to the charity wrap booth. He heard one of the older women say, “Oh my, you two are so cute.”

  A younger one, sitting, wrapping, gushed, “Are these your boys?”

  Tyler said, “Yeah, this is Petey, and this is Andy.” He put a hand on each of their backs.

  The boys said, hi, very shy and quiet, Petey turned back and looked at Pete, his brow creased with worry. Pete smiled and waved at him, showed him that he got his hot chocolate for him.

  Tyler said, “Boys, tell these wonderful ladies how you would like your mom's presents wrapped.” The boys just stared and Pete heard Tyler whisper, “What's your mom's favourite colour?”

  Petey whispered, Blue.

  “Well, tell ‘em your mommy wants blue ribbons.”

  Pete Junior smiled and he told them his mom likes blue and Tyler laughed and pat him on the back. Then he came over to sit with Pete while the girls talked to Petey and Andy and wrapped their presents and made shy little girl faces over at Tyler.

  “Couple of future ladies’ men right there.”

  Pete nodded.

  “You know I'm going to take her from you, don't you?”

  Pete seized up. His breath caught in his chest. “What?”

  Tyler sipped his coffee, leaned over, his eyes on the gift table, said, “I want her, and I'm going to take her from you.”

  “No, you're not.”

  “You don't see it coming?” He looked to Pete now, raised his eyebrows and smirked, then turned, called out, “How's it going boys?” And the girls answered, said they were doing great.

  Tyler took another sip of his coffee, said, “I’m sleeping in the bedroom again tonight.”

  “That's three nights in a row.” Pete’s voice was a dry distant whisper.

  “That's what she wants, dude.”

  Pete pushed his coffee away. He thought about his dumb Christmas gifts, how there was no gift he could get her to tell Jess how he feels for her. He wished he was worth something to her. He wished he could be more.

  He whispered, “She doesn't love you. Not for real. It's just sex. She just...wants your body.”

  Tyler winked over at the wrapping table, said, “Well, we'll see, won't we?”

  30

  Prowess

  Tuesday, December 13th

  “Wait, that’s it, ah, that’s it,” Tyler said.

  Jess was straddling Tyler, her fingers laced through his, bracing her while she squat over his hips. He was so hard and full, and she had control of it, sliding herself up and down, squeezing him and milking his girth with her little muscles.

  “Ah, oh, you feel so good,” she sighed.

  It was half an hour before she had to pick up Andy and she felt so fucking alive. She was naked except for her glasses and her black cable knit socks pulled up just below her knee. She felt young and she felt sexy and her lover made her feel so good.

  She raised herself up so just his big glans was inside her and she rocked her hips let her tight canal swallow and lick at his sensitive end. She smiled when he gasped and closed his eyes. She felt it too. A high-pitch tickle up between her eyes, high in her brain’s atmosphere, made her lids flutter and her mouth hang open.

  “Does that...feel good...baby?” she panted.

  They’d stumbled in here naked, unplanned. One kiss in the hall and well, the next thing you knew his penis was in her mouth, then their clothes were off and they were coming in here, lips locked, Tyler walking backwards, her legs wrapped around his waist. He said, Climb on me, and he lay there, his erection wagging, and she did. He was a stable slab underneath her and she sunk his cock inside and worked him up and down until they were both sweating.

  “Oh, yes,” Tyler nodded and his eyes clamped shut. She bounced and bounced, just stroking his tip. She liked doing the work. She liked doing the fucking. Tyler looked good on his back. She watched his sweaty muscles work under his skin, his dark tattoos dance as his arms flexed, she felt his sweat between her fingers, mingling with her own.

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