Cherry Blossoms: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  “Sweetheart, Nia, I love you, it’s okay, whatever it is...you’re home now, I’ve got you.”

  “Oh, Geoff,” she cried. Her tears were drying but there was a tremble in her voice.

  “What happened? Please tell me...”

  “Geoff...fuck, why did I ever listen to you...”

  “To me? What did I—”

  “I didn’t even want to and I did it...”

  “Did what?”

  “The stripper.”

  An icicle was driven through his heart and he physically jumped. He wanted to scream in her ear right now, tell her no, no, no, I was wrong, he wanted to shake her and ask her what was wrong with her. How could you! But it was him. It was something wrong with him. The most pervasive thought after the initial horrible shock was that he wanted to slide that piece of steel between his legs up inside her from behind. He wanted her disgusting sloppy seconds, he wanted to slide himself up inside her stretched out hole, her pussy speared from a night of intense fucking by a real stud. He wanted his cock to taste another man’s semen to slide in and out of her with the sweaty remnants of her own sticky orgasm...

  He heaved breath against her collar. His cock ached. Her skin was warm through her dress. She smelled like her Chanel, she smelled like smoke, wine. How did she get home?

  He squeezed her tight, his heart swelling with bursting cherry starburst love. His eyes teared but he whispered, “You did...the stripper?”

  “Geoff,” she sobbed, “I almost did.”

  “Did you or didn’t you?” his voice was cracking.

  “I didn’t. We messed around. I touched him. He touched me. I made him...Geoff, I made him come.”

  He flinched, picturing it. Picturing some faceless hunk with a beautiful body and he was coming for his wife. She was stroking his big thing, both their eyes locked on his wet white eruption, laughing together at how much came out of him. How did she make him come? Oh God. Her mouth? Could she have used her mouth—did he, shit, did he come in her mouth? He smelled her, sniffed through her hair, looking for evidence that his dirty wife had been defiled. She smelled like Herbal Essence.

  “I’m okay, Nia. It’s...fine. I told you...I—”

  “I got caught. Angie...Angie...”

  He let his head fall forward, touched his brow to the back of her skull. Shit. “What did she see?”

  “She didn’t see anything. Just saw him getting out of our Volvo, me getting out after him, wiping my hands with a napkin.”

  “Oh. You gave him a handjob?”

  “Yes.”

  This was no joke. This was no act. He knew it. His heart pounded and his cock throbbed. His tip had caught in the fabric just below the waistband and it was strangling his glans, choking it. He wanted to puke at the thought but he was overwhelmed by arousal, he didn’t care how gross it was.

  “I love you, Nia, we’ll figure it out.”

  “I’m such a shit.”

  “No, baby, you’re not. You’re not at all. It’ll be okay. I’ll tell them you told me about it. That it’s okay, they didn’t understand what they were seeing.”

  “I told them that. I told them nothing happened, I didn’t do anything.”

  “We’ll talk to them.”

  “They’re so mad at me. Say I ruined the wedding.”

  “How did you ruin the wedding?”

  “I know, right? They were fucking crazy,” he could hear her crying touching her voice again, a wet warbling sound.

  “We’ll tell them. I’ll tell them. Nothing happened. Tell them you were just talking and I knew about it.”

  “Angie said she saw us kissing.”

  “You were kissing?” Now the sadness was gripping his voice, making it a struggle to come out. He was for sex, but intimacy... That hurt.

  “Yeah, we made out a little bit.”

  God, talking like a teenager. Made out. It was killing him, pain and intense consuming desire for her. He breathed in her barroom smell. “Shit—Nia, how did you get home?”

  “I called a cab.”

  “From Vaughan?”

  “Yeah. I had to come home, Geoff.”

  “What was it, like, seventy bucks?”

  “I couldn’t stay there, Geoff.”

  “I know, I know...I don’t care, Nia. You being home is the greatest gift,” he said, hugged her close again.

  “Geoff, I feel so dirty, I feel so awful...I fuckin hate myself right now.”

  “Don’t do that baby. I’ve got you. I’ll hold you.” He held her a while, looking out over her shoulder, feeling her breathing against him, hoping she would come around, hoping he’d get a chance to show off the metal rod sticking out between his legs. “Tell me...Nia, tell me what you did.”

  She was quiet, thinking about it. She turned then in his arms and he lifted for her til she was facing him, then he felt her back and held her by her waist, looked into her perfect face.

  “He surprised me—”

  “The stripper?”

  “Yeah, I wasn’t after him at all, I swear. He got me alone, got me alone in the dark parking lot, came up behind me while I had my head in the car.”

  “He did?”

  “Yeah, like he was lurking, waiting for me. He scared me. At first, like for a minute, I thought I was going to be attacked, like—”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I though he was going to take me against my will, you know?”

  “But didn’t you want to?”

  “No. Yeah, I guess, maybe. Something in his eyes...I liked it. It turned me on.”

  “Nia...don’t be offended...”

  “What?”

  “I want you to feel something...” He took her arm and she didn’t need help, she knew what he meant. She touched him through his pyjamas.

  “Wow, Geoff. Wow. I mean it. You are...God, you are so hard right now.” Her hands went into his waistband and his heart jumped for joy. He hooked his pants down, shimmied out of them and thrust his cock towards her and she held it, stroked it gently. “Geoff, I’ve never felt a harder cock in my life.”

  “You mean it?”

  “I mean it. This is unreal. Does it hurt?”

  “Yeah, it kind of does.”

  She kissed him. His hands went up her back again, felt how warm she was, felt the life inside her, felt how it moved those muscles, felt her fine joints, her ribs, her heart beating underneath. He kissed her back, pressed his lips to hers, tasted her mouth, knowing she’d had it on another man, knew she had kissed him. Did their tongues find each other? What did that man feel when he had her in his hands? There was no way he knew how lucky he was. No way he knew her like Geoff knew her. No way he could appreciate this woman. She was just a dirty sex object to him. She wasn’t a wife. Wasn’t a mother. He didn’t know that she’d pooped the table that night she’d pushed that little girl out, didn’t know her recipe for banana bread or her one secret ingredient, didn’t know how much she liked olives and how she could eat twenty in a row never screwing her face up once despite how salty they were. She was just a set of tits, a dirty wet snatch, a whore mouth to stick his big cock in. He wouldn’t give a fuck about her. Geoff was the one who loved her and no one could ever be better than him at that.

  “I had his cock in my mouth, Geoff,” she whispered into his ear, kissing her way there while she stroked his incredible hardness.

  “Ohh,” he groaned and his head sank into the pillow. She kissed his neck. Her hands came away from his cock and he whimpered. Saw she was shimmying out of her panties, peeling them down her long legs from under her tight black dress. “Oh, Nia, God, honey...” he watched her and she held his eye. He laid back and she straddled him, threw a leg over his hips.

  Her phone dinged, an incoming text, tucked somewhere inside her tight dress. “Sit up,” she said.

  “What?”

  “I want you to sit up straight, okay, baby?”

  “Yeah, okay,” he said. He scurried up the bed and she bunched up pillows so he could lay back
against their headboard. She came to him on her knees, she scratched her nails through his hair, through his beard.

  “Tell me what happened,” he said.

  She kissed his face, kissed him under his eye. “I thought he was going to rape me, Geoff...”

  “Oh, Nia, no...I’m so s—”

  “He wasn’t going to take no for an answer...so I told him yes, told him yes with my hands.”

  “What did he do?”

  “He pushed me down and he took his big cock out of his pants and he made me suck it...”

  “Made you, Nia?”

  “He forced me, Geoff.”

  “Baby...”

  “I didn’t mind. He had a nice cock, a nice body. I submitted.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, I sucked it for him. It tasted so good, Geoff, I think he oiled it.”

  He tensed his hips, struggled to reach her with his cock, struggled to plug her up with his hardness but she kept him pinned to the mattress.

  “He got hard in my mouth and he put it in me so deep I almost choked.”

  “Oh Nia, I’m sorry...”

  “He got that big thing right into my throat.” She’d lowered herself to him and he could feel the heat from between her hips wavering against his sensitive aching glans. He needed to be inside her. “I got him into the car with me and he came in and he got on top of me, had my legs spread and I hoped he didn’t fuck me.”

  “You didn’t want to?”

  “I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to...”

  “What?”

  “I wanted him to do it because I didn’t want him to...”

  “What?”

  “So, I took his cock in my hand and I stroked it. I made him sit back and I made out with him and I jerked him off.”

  “Oh, Nia, please...”

  “He came on strong at first and I liked it. Then I rubbed the head of his cock and he was just a little boy. I wasn’t interested any more...”

  She lowered more and he felt her wet damp mound press against him, her heat spreading through his cock from where it kissed against his frenulum. She humped his underside and he shuddered. “Oh, God, oh,” he cried

  She brought the soft lips of her pussy over the very tip of his cock and she squeezed him, polished him, teased him, let the head pierce her and he felt her grip him. She let him slide deeper, but the way he was sitting he couldn’t fuck her. Not like he wanted.

  “Let me lie back,” he said.

  “No, stay like this. You’re not big enough. It’s okay. Stay like this and kiss me. Stab me with your little cock.”

  “I can’t get it...”

  “You’re too small for this. It’s okay. Keep going I can feel it trying to get deeper.”

  He struggled, strained to push himself into her pussy but he was just piercing her with his tip.

  She kissed him.

  “God, Nia,” he said around her mouth, “you feel so good...”

  “He came in my hand, you know?”

  “Yeah, he did?”

  “Yeah, he got so hard and swollen and then pow, he came all over the inside of our car. I give great handjobs.”

  “You’re oh, ah...you’re so bad...”

  “It was a lot of come...he really sent it everywhere...I had to, mm, wipe the car down later with wet wipes...”

  “Please, please fuck me, Nia, please...”

  “I want a real man to fuck me, Geoff...”

  “Like the stripper?”

  “No, he was a boy.”

  “He was big.”

  “But he was a boy. I want a man.”

  “Ah, you do? Who?” He struggled to get himself deeper but she didn’t let him, satisfied somehow to just let herself suck on his end.

  She clasped his cheeks in her hand and looked him in the eye, said, “I’m going to fuck Rocco behind your back.”

  “You fucking dirty slut.”

  She gasped and laughed, her hips trembled on him. She rocked him, her pussy making wet smacking sounds against the first inch of his aching hardness. She said, “I’m going to fuck him in Montreal. Just watch me.”

  “Don’t you dare,” he said, but he locked eyes with her. He wanted her to dare, he wanted her to dare to really, really bad. Especially right now when she had him so crazy. He could picture it, her away on her work trip, cheating on her dumb husband with that gorilla of a boss. Taking that thing between his legs she’d seen pressing up against his jeans. His dirty, dirty girl.

  “Rocco’s so fucking hot, Geoff. He’s got black eyes. Like men from southern Italy. They’re so beautiful.”

  “But he’s not...fit...”

  “He’s big and so strong.”

  “You want that big cock?”

  “I want it, Geoff, I want him to take me and hurt me. I want him to break me in two, I want to, ah, scream when he, ah...oh, fucks me...mmm...”

  “Oh, Nia, I’m going to, ah, mm,” he thrust himself as best he could, dying to plunge himself into her, dying to feel her tight grip around the base of his cock. She’d got herself wet with her bad girl fantasies and her pussy had sweat itself all down his shaft, he could feel his wife’s juices running over his scrotum, tickling him where it dripped down to his crack. He fucked her with his tip as hard as he could. She was gasping now. She was going to come from one inch of cock.

  “Oh, ah,” she panted and her face clenched up.

  “My whore likes it to hurt?”

  “I like it rough.”

  “Rough?”

  “I do. I like it to hurt a little. I like a man who is hard on me...”

  “Oh Nia, oh shit, you’re fucking, ah, you’re...mm,” his mind was reeling. He never knew ever that sex could be so good. He never knew another person could make you feel like this. Sex was love. Sex was more too. It was base and dirty and awful but if you loved someone enough those were just layers, hard crushed glacial sediment, thin archaeological wafers that made up the whole and when the whole was his Nia and his love for her...

  “You lied when you, ah...said my dick was good, mm...enough...”

  “Your dick is big enough to be my husband. It isn’t big enough to be my lover.”

  “Ah, fuck I’m going to come.” He shuddered and buckled under her. His building pressure was enormous.

  “Ha ha, me too. Slow baby. Just your little tip.”

  “I was big enough that night I made you scream.”

  “That wasn’t your dick. We were just being dirty. That’s what made me scream. One time in fourteen years...”

  “You haven’t come like that in fourteen years?”

  “No.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Mm-mm,” she shook her head.

  Her phone chimed again, its surface lighting up a square seen through the thin material of her dress. A pocket on her hip.

  She ignored it. He ignored it.

  “You used to? Before me?”

  “Mm-hmm,” she nodded.

  “I’m going to come so hard into your lying pussy.”

  “Do it, Geoff, it’s ready.”

  “You lying slut, I’m so close, ah...let me fuck you...deep, Nia”

  “Ah,” she gasped, her face twisting up, he saw she had tears under her eyelashes, sparkling in the dark room, throwing little blips of reflected moonlight at him.

  “Nia, I want you to feel how hard you made me. I want you to feel me...”

  “I want it too, Geoff,” her voice quivered. “Plunge it in me Geoff, fuck me deep, baby...”

  He shimmied down the bed and he heaved himself back so his cock was thrust straight up and she sank herself back onto him, reaching behind and guiding him into her. He thrust himself up into her and she gasped.

  “Ow, fuck, Geoff...so fucking hard...mm, oh, your cock...”

  She flattened herself against him, stretched herself out, her hands scratching at his chest while he gave her every inch he had. She whimpered into his ear.

  She was crying. “Geoff, I am a liar,
baby, I’m sorry...” Her voice was so close but it sounded far away like she didn’t want to be here or she didn’t really want him to hear it.

  “Nia?”

  She hugged him. “I’m a fucking liar.”

  “What is it? What?” He buried himself in, gave her two full and fast strokes. He wanted to come so bad.

  “I fucked Dino,” she cried. Her face had screwed up and when she caught him looking she covered herself up with her hands.

  “The other night?”

  “No, a long time ago.”

  “I know. Nia, I don’t...I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “We weren’t dating. I...mm...f-fucked him while we were married.”

  He grabbed her arms roughly and she cried out in emotional misery. It was too late for him. The idea of her being bad Nia, doing it behind his back before he even told her she could, that he was okay with it...it shot through him like a lubricated rocket tearing up his insides in a clean effortless swath and lightly grazing the wonderful underside of his cock. He shot streams of semen inside her like he’d never done before. It exploded from him, pulses launched from a hot garden hose laid out in the sun all afternoon. Pulse after powerful pulse, ripping through his cock and spraying the insides of the woman he would love no matter what. She cried and moaned, wailing in ecstasy and misery all at once, feeling her husband injecting her with his nectar, filling her up with his love. He squeezed her arms as he came, hating her and loving her with an impossible equivalence. He watched her face contort with the pain, with the shame. He pictured her face like it was—but behind his back, Dino’s apartment, in the hall, the two of them meeting innocently and then not being able to stop themselves. Did she suck his cock or did they not have time? Did she just want it inside her? He fucked her in the hall he bet. Come up for a coffee, then he pinned her to the wall and his slut wife who liked it hard kissed him and felt that huge uncircumcised cock splitting his fireman pants apart. Then he flipped her face first into the wall and he fucked her from behind as hard as she could take it, harder even, and he came all over the back of her dress and all down her legs.

  “How could you?” he cried.

  “I just did,” she said, sobbing.