Just a Couple Ex's Blindsided

by Anders, S.

  “Andrew and I are divorcing,” she spoke into the cell. Axel’s hand stopped moving.

  Katie was shocked, then stuttering, and then she invited her again to come alone to the barbeque. “I don’t know, things are crazy,” Liv said to the second invite. Axel had started playing with her hair. Maybe it was Axel being right there beside her ... her lover, but she asked, “Can I bring someone?”

  Katie immediately thought it was another girlfriend as Liv looked over her shoulder at Axel. His gaze judged her, but his hand slowly, started pulling the sheet down revealing her behind. “I’ll go with you anywhere,” he whispered.

  She felt the sheet leaving her bare. Wow. “Umm, no it’s a man I’m seeing.” Then she had to say, “Yes, really quick. Yes, a surprise.” Axel’s hand cupped her buttock, distracting her thoughts. Then she realized what Katie asked.

  Liv sat quickly upright, making Axel have to scoot back, as she clutched the cell. “No, I was not cheating on him,” she said angrily into the cell. “I’ve just met someone right after I found Andrew cheating on me.”

  Liv couldn’t believe how unsympathetic Katie was. Katie was acting like her marriage could catch the trouble and divorce by just being associated with Liv.

  “I can’t believe you are acting like you don’t believe me,” Liv said, with hurt in her voice. Axel’s arm came around her back and she leaned into him.

  “Maybe we’ll talk later. I have to go.” Liv snapped her cell shut. “That was eye opening,” she muttered. Then she was transported onto Axel’s lap and her arms automatically went around his neck. She realized she was completely nude, while he was dressed in jeans and a button down shirt. He pulled, until he wrapped her up against him.

  “Never thought about it,” he said into her hair, while she sought comfort in his embrace. “I guess married friends are going to break one of two ways, for or against.”

  She rubbed her nose against his neck. “I’m betting now a-gainst.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed. Then he brought up a new subject that had her blushing, “You sore, baby?” His hands were warm and exploring, as she nodded into his neck. Her answer made him sigh. “Okay, then I better...” He started to pull back.

  She cupped his neck. “You really could do it again?” she asked, amazed.

  His eyes were turned to look down at her bare breasts. “Oh, yeah. But I’m going to let you recover today, and I’m getting some lube.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she whispered back at him, smiling. Seemed she was going to have a smoking hot affair.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Christ, Liv.” Her mouth went down on him again. “Jesus,” he groaned, watching her lips stretch over his thick shaft. He’d never in a million years guessed she’d ... “Oh, Christ,” he groaned as she started going faster, while swirling her tongue in the most incredible way. His hips began bucking upwards. Then he realized ...

  “Goin to come, baby,” he uttered out of breath, and he grabbed the base of his shaft trying to hold it back. Damn, he’d never gotten her take on swallowing. Liv knocked his hand away, moving over him with her hair trailing over his abdomen and thighs, and she sucked faster.

  Okay. He arched upward.

  Ten minutes later, she laid with her head on his abs and her finger swirling on his chest as he sifted his fingers through her hair. “That was amazing,” he rasped.

  He felt her smile across his flesh. “I never swallowed before,” she whispered.

  Hell.

  His hand tightened on her small skull. “Treasure, baby, pure treasure,” he told her, then he moved and grasped under her arms to pull her body up his, until he had her mouth in a ten-minute kissing appreciation marathon.

  When he slowed, he looked down on her with his hands on either side of her face. How could he have known he’d find this kind of special, after finding Kiki cheating? Everyone looking outside might think he was an unlucky bastard to have a cheating-assed wife, but he wasn’t that at all.

  “I’m so lucky I found you, Liv.”

  Epilogue

  Summer was nearly over and Liv watched Axel handing over the keys to the rental shop. The sale was complete and the newly married couple buying Axel’s store looked as happy as she and Axel did. Axel hooked an arm across her neck from behind and kissed her cheek, then held her against his side.

  “You need any consult, give us a call,” Axel told the couple.

  Liv waved as she and Axel started heading back to their SUV. She’d found out in the months they’d live together and gone through their separate divorces together, some of it easy and most of it hard, that Axel had always wanted to be a pilot.

  He’d found out to his surprise that her rose farm wasn’t just a small little business that her ex-husband always thought it was, because he could never show any interest in it. It wasn’t small and barely making it ... instead it was big and very profitable, to the tune of a million and a half annually. Which meant that after Axel lost a huge whack to his witch-of-a-wife Kiki, by having to sell both the house and business at a loss, plus the credit card totals Axel hadn’t known about, Liv was able to say to him, with lots of love.

  “Happy flying, baby. I can’t wait until you get your license and can fly me around as your first customer.”

  Axel grabbed her by the door of the SUV for a flat-out hot make out kiss, right out there on the highway, and when the heat of his passionate mouth lifted, he said, “Maybe I’ll learn how to dust our rose crop.”

  She laughed, hugging him. “Love you, baby.”

  His immediate response ... “Love you as much.”

  The End.

  Just a Couple Ex’s Caught

  S. Anders

  (Read an Excerpt)(Standalone novel) (Available soon)

  “He’s a biker,” Natalie exclaimed under her breath as she inched around the bushes, watching him.

  And that biker, whose wife was in the house, was going to walk in and catch Natalie’s husband inside with his wife. Natalie still couldn’t get over the fact he was a biker, much less the fact her husband Dean had gone into that house with another woman ...

  She was blanking out the kiss they’d done on the way in.

  Now she wondered how much she hated her husband for cheating on her, because if she let that biker go in and catch them, then Dean would likely be dead seconds later. The man had stopped his big motorcycle with the long handle bars, which she thought they called a chopper, back behind Dean’s small pickup. She wondered how Dean and the biker’s wife hadn’t heard the rumble of the chopper parking at the end of the driveway.

  “He might not be her husband,” she muttered, really trying to convince herself into letting her lying, cheating, and asshole husband get caught ...

  The biker looked big in the dark and he jangled as he walked toward the house, while looking over Dean’s small pickup very closely. He had a bandana on and a dark beard. She wondered if he had a big beer belly like in the movies. He stopped at the end of Dean’s truck and he looked up at the house. The porch light caught his face and she gasped at how fierce he looked. He suspected something. She was certain of it!

  His hand came up and he scrubbed it over his head, pulling some pieces of his long dark hair from the bandana. She wanted Dean to pay ... really bad. But maybe she didn’t want him dead. Nevertheless, she didn’t move forward to save him either, and she wasn’t sure she ever would have, but ...

  The little screech she gave, at feeling something move across her bare leg, gave her away.

  Ah oh.

  She was too busy looking down at what touched her, and then trying to get away from it too see the biker was coming toward her. Below her, she saw beady eyes glinting in the light at her feet and she made an alarmed sound again.

  “What the hell, lady.”

  Natalie’s eyes darted up to the biker towering over her. She pushed on his chest. No beer belly, only solid muscle. “Move! There’s something back here.”

  “It’s a cat,” his voice rumbled.


  Oh shoot that wasn’t bad. Still, she pushed past him and headed down the driveway. “Um ... sorry, I, um ... thought my ball got thrown back there and I was looking for it.”

  Her voice stalled at the same moment her body did with her gaze trapped by the bra and panties on the front passenger seat of Dean’s truck. She made a wounded sound. He’d told her so many times that she was imagining affairs that weren’t there.

  “You fucking know him, don’t you?”

  Natalie jerked, and nearly fell backward, but a big hand wrapped around her upper arm and steadied her from falling. Tears were dripping down her cheeks, while she shook her head ... lying. She saw the biker had a dark moustache, firm lips, and penetrating eyes.

  “She’s not expecting me home. So when I go in there ...” He chin nodded the house. “I won’t find your what ... boyfriend or husband in there fucking her?”

  His voice was growled, angry, and furious. She couldn’t help the whimper his accusations tore from her. Then he seemed to notice what she was death staring.

  “Fuck,” he cussed, dropping his hold on her arm to walk closer, looking down through the windshield.

  “Don’t kill them,” she whispered through her tears. His gaze cut to hers and she saw he was an attractive man in an earthy and rugged way. “Their bad and horrible, but not worth ...”

  “You’re right,” he snapped, shutting down her words as he straightened and turned toward her. She saw his fists were clenched and the jangling she’d heard earlier likely came from the big motorcycle boots with buckles he was wearing. A thought of him stomping Dean came to her, and she knew that her gaze looking into his was fearful.

  “Shit lady,” he uttered. He moved toward her and his hand lifted to brush at the tears on her cheek. “Don’t be afraid of me. I got control.”

  She bit her bottom lip, shuddered, and nodded.

  Rio grimaced at the plump little housewife, so timid she was practically shaking. How out of whack was it, finding her like he had, sneaking around his house because of what was going on inside. The housewife didn’t look like she had it in her to do a sneak-on-the-cheaters-surveillance. He was impressed. Do not judge a book by its cover.

  Yeah, the cover of beauty, like his two-timing wife. His gaze swung to the front door.

  He had to go in there and he didn’t know what to do with the bastard’s woman beside him. He knew what he was going to find inside — he was as ready for the cut as any man could be. But the voluptuous little house wife threw him off.

  “Going in,” he told her, and she grabbed his arm.

  “Be careful,” she said strangely, and he wondered what kind of husband she had. She was cute, plump and looked like a suburban housewife. No way was her dick husband any kind of man he’d picture his wife Lanie with.

  Lanie was tall, slender, blonde, and beautiful. But also a bitch. He hadn’t figured that last part out until the shine of a couple years of marriage had worn off. Then Lanie became self-absorbed and never turned back. If she wasn’t bitching about how he didn’t make enough money, she was gripping about having to make dinner, keep the house up (which she didn’t do) or how they never went out and socialized. Maybe because he was too busy working his ass off.

  To say he wasn’t very conflicted walking up to his front door, would be a fucking lie. On the one hand his wife was a bitch more than she wasn’t and on the other hand she was his bitch. And she always gave out sex regularly, which helped to cool the part about her being a bitch. But now she was giving that little bit of sugar he got to some other asshole.

  He was supposed to be out of town at his brother’s so there was no way Lanie was expecting him. He’d done it on purpose, because two days ago he’d found a condom wrapper in her car, in the back seat. She’d brought her car into his shop to get the oil changed and tires rotated. He’d kept thinking crap like how lucky he was none of the other guys had worked on her car. He’d insisted on doing his wife’s. What a dumb fuck.

  So while he had set it up to catch her that night, he’d not been certain until he’d stopped his chopper out front. Even then, it could have been something else. Up until the little wifey showed up, and then he’d seen those panties in the unknown truck in his driveway. Panties he’d recognized. Rio wondered how a cuckold dude was supposed to act walking into his house and finding his wife getting dicked by another guy.

  But he wasn’t going to let Lanie being unfaithful put him into jail.

  He stuck the key in the front door, realized it wasn’t locked and turned the knob. He’d expected to find them in the bedroom, not when he’d walked down the hallway into the area that held the family room and kitchen divided by a kitchen island. Music was loud, house reeked of booze, and Lanie was getting fucked hard on the carpet in front of the cold fireplace. There was a porn movie above them on the big screen so the grunts and squeals of fucking was surround sound.

  “Fucking bitch,” he spat out, rubbing a hand over his eyes, trying to not see what he was seeing as his legs turned to stone and he stopped by the entryway into the room.

  Lanie was the first to react; the guy was too much into the fucking.

  “Rio!” Lanie screeched.

  “No don’t stop! Come on fuck me, slut!”

  Slut? Rio felt as if his irises turned red. Lanie was on top. She was facing him, because she’d been fucking the guy faced away from him. She slapped the dude’s sides hard, who wanted her to keep going, as she screamed, “My husband, Dean! It’s my fucking, husband!”

  Lanie rolled sideways from Dean, getting off his cock. Dean lay like a corpse on the floor, legs splayed. Maybe he didn’t get what Lanie was screeching, because Rio knew when your cock was about ready to explode, oxygen left your brain.

  Rio finished his hand grind over his eyes and he could see Lanie half crouched, standing and looking at him like he was a ten-headed alien. She didn’t cry, wail, or run. She looked stunned, but he could see that her perfect features were turning calculating, then hard. The bitch was coming.

  “This the way you going to play it?” he snarled at her before she could get all her bitch armor on.

  She flinched, but straightened, not trying to cover her nude body. Totally shaved, he noticed with a grimace. That was fucking new. Her hand reached to the mantle and a cigarette. Total witch.

  She flipped the lighter, took a puff, glared at him. Her upper lip curling. “He took me to La Bouchon restaurant, the opera, and bought me these fucking diamond studs in my ears, while paying attention to me, and not working all the fucking time making no fucking money.”

  Rio shook his head with his gut twisted so tight only a raging punch was going to loosen it. “Cunt,” he called her in a snarl. Then he added, “Get the fuck out of my house.”

  “Jesus, that your husband!” dickwad cheater on the floor expelled.

  “Do you even care your wife was just getting the best sex she ever had?” Lanie screeched, and she threw her lit cigarette onto the carpet, just as the guy grabbed his pants and started pulling them on fast.

  Rio’s answer was a sneer and he started walking toward the kitchen and the land line. “Domestic dispute. Going to call the police you’re not out of here.”

  “You asshole!” Lanie screeched.

  The guy got up and Rio saw he was medium height, but had a bulky build, not like he worked it but was born with it.

  “Get that fucking cigarette off the carpet, douche-bag!” Rio yelled at Dean, with his hand grabbing the mobile phone by the patio doors.

  Dean grabbed his shirt, shoes, and the lit cig smoldering in the carpet as he crab-ran toward the hallway. Lanie stomped toward the hall leading to their bedrooms and at least she had a shirt clutched in front of her. “Goddamn it, Dean, you wait for me!” she yelled.

  Rio tried to even his breathing and not show how fucking upset he was as he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. Dean was huddle by the front door; Rio could just see his bare toes from where he stood.

  “I can’t take you home,”
Dean bellowed.

  Lanie’s screeching from the bedroom was as clear, as if she were in the room. “You going to leave me here, he will kill me!” Lanie appeared from the hallway half-dressed. “You’ve just got to inform your bitch wife you are leaving her sooner,” Lanie threw at Dean, as she grabbed her purse off the counter and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. She threw a murderous glare at Rio.

  “Most women,” Rio uttered, “Most wives, good enough to have, would be sorry and asking for forgiveness. This just shows it all, Lanie.”

  “Shows what, Rio! That you can’t keep your wife!”

  “That you’re not fucking worth it,” he bellowed at her. Then he forced himself to back up and take a drink of beer. He had to cool down.

  Lanie marched with her blouse unbuttoned and her white bra showing to the mantle. Another cigarette and light as she puffed furiously. “I was leaving you anyways,” she declared.

  The porn movie played over her head with a guy slamming pussy from behind. “You could have fucking told me,” he muttered under his breath.

  Lanie was already stomping to the hallway toward Dean, and Rio wondered if he’d ever known her. What wife acts belligerent like she did getting caught screwing another dude? He was so sore it hurt inside his body, but he kept his face immobile.

  “My fucking wife’s going to start crying and shit, Lanie,” Dean said, in loud whispers.

  “You got my lawyer tomorrow,” Rio shouted after them.

  Lanie gave him a high finger as she slammed open the front door and stalked out, leaving it open. Rio walked over to the door. He could still hear the arguing about Dean’s wife. “You wanna be with her, Dean? You said she was fat and a slug in bed.”

  For some unknown reason, after everything piled on him that should have lit him up beyond his ability to hold it back, hearing that nearly did it. He grabbed hold of the doorframe to keep from sprinting out there and roaring at them.