Cherry Blossoms: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  “Fuck me like a man next time...”

  “You crazy fuck, ha ah...”

  He grabbed her hair at the side of her head and Geoff saw Nia’s sweet face wince in pain. She kept stroking, not breaking her pace. Her pained mouth spread to a smile. Rocco’s hand looked enormous next to her.

  Then her tongue was spreading across his cock. Her hand worked his shaft, her tongue no longer flicking, but spreading wide and bathing him, his cock head bigger than her flattened tongue.

  “Crazy...fuck...ah...” Rocco groaned.

  Rocco thrust his cock through her grip as he came. Nia tightened on him, her hand couldn’t close around it but she gripped his shaft and his foreskin bunched up and his bulbous glans popped in and out of its dusky folds as he launched his seed.

  “Rrr...ah, fuck, fuck,” he roared, the camera jostling.

  It was shaky but he saw Rocco’s come spurt from him, up in the air between him and Nia. A long white stream that pulsed towards the camera, then more spurts, Nia dabbing them with her tongue, running it along his hole while he kept bellowing and grunting. Her thumb and forefinger rolled and pulled his foreskin, squashed his glans as his semen still spurted.

  “Oh fuck, ah fuck, oh...” Geoff gasped and chugged, his thighs slapping together as the sight of his awful Nia brought him right to the brink of the highest ledge he’d ever looked down over. He bore his eyes into hers as she looked in the camera and her hand gently squeezed the plump, yielding end of Rocco’s huge cock; squeezed a weak geyser from his shaft, brought it to pulse from his tip then stream down over the corona and over her knuckles.

  “Oh baby...ah, Nia,” Geoff gasped as he came, fixated on this dreadful image of the woman he was in love with. He spurted up over his fist, onto the bathtub and over the bathmat, coming and coming in long wet streams thinking of his awful girl. He shook and bucked on the seat, his legs rocked and he almost lost his iPad.

  His back fell against the tank of the toilet and he moaned. Now sexually spent he was left with just the disgust, the horror of what he just witnessed. He pulled a towel from the rack and he wiped his hands, watched the screen, the terrible action still being played out in his lap.

  Nia still held his big shave-can cock. Rocco was talking to her and she was listening but her eyes were on his gross sex-totem. She was smiling.

  He was rumbling, “God you’re so fuckin sexy, Nia. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you...” He was holding her face, his thumb on her chin. She laughed, then bit his thumb tenderly, held it firm in her mouth between her strong white teeth.

  The image tumbled again, black and bright windshield light then completely still, face down in the footwell. He’d tossed her phone aside but they were still talking. Their voices were quiet, distant from the mic, a whisper, but every word intelligible under the loud ambient hiss.

  Rocco said, “You can’t stop thinking of me.”

  Nia voice, agreeing, “I can’t.”

  There was a jangling belt buckle sound, a zipper being drawn up. Rocco said, “You were good.”

  “Uh-huh?”

  “Yeah, your fuckin body...you’re perfect.”

  There were muffled sounds of movement, Nia sitting up, fabric on seat leather. She said, “You liked it? Fucking me?”

  The camera was moving again, he saw out the windshield, he saw the bright blue sunny sky over the vehicle that his wife sucked another man’s cock in. Same sky he would have seen out his window an hour ago. Where was she? She couldn’t be more than an hour or two away from him. It felt too far.

  Rocco said, “You got the sweetest pus—”

  Then the video started over again, Nia from the side, sitting in the driverless truck. That was it. It was over, the video restarting itself again. He closed it. Went back out to his iPad menu and turned it over so the screen was pressing his knees. He clamped his hands over its edge as he stared into the empty shower where he’d fooled around with his wife this morning. He looked at the gleaming white tiles in there, the chrome fixtures...

  He was ready for it to come and it did. He was okay...he’d asked for this, but still he needed to cry. His face twisted and went red, and his back heaved with silent sobs. He lowered his head until it touched his knees.

  GEOFF

  Geoff looked out the window of the studio again, out to the alley and the sound of an approaching car, but it wasn’t Nia. Another car passed, a neighbour heading home. He looked at his watch.

  “She’ll be here soon, Odie,” he said. Odie rocked back and forth in his Herman Miller. Surly but quiet. Nia was cutting it close.

  He had all of Odie’s things packed and ready to head off to the bus to go away to the camp. Two bags and a sleeping bag, neatly stacked side by side on the walk, just waiting now for Nia to get home. She’d texted about ten minutes ago, said she was almost home.

  It was almost five thirty now. Nia said Rocco would let her get out early, or back to her car on time at least (for once). Quitting at five and home half an hour later, like it should be. He should let her off early today after what she’d done for him. There was an intense anticipation buzzing in his core right now. Waiting for his Nia. Waiting to hold her after the thing she’d done. What would he think when he looked in her eyes, face to face? Would he still be okay? A video was one thing. Real but very detached, very distant. When he saw her, that was the girl in the video, the bad wife who sucked her boss’ cock in his truck, cheating on her husband. He chuckled. Not cheating when you made the video for him though, was it? He loved the idea of her cheating. Her hungry pussy so desperate for cock she would whore around behind his back. Why was that such a fucking turn-on?

  Ah, fuck, silver Volvo.

  “Okay, Odie, she’s here, baby, she’s here...Mommy’s here,” he said, fucking feeling his eyes well with tears already. Geoff got out ahead of Odie, O dawdling behind, playing Minecraft on her tablet. He stepped out to the treed alley and picked up Odie’s bags, one in each hand. When he stood he saw Nia in the driver seat. Her face clenched, her eyes distant. He could feel her worry. He smiled for her.

  As he went to the hatch at the back of their station wagon and put the bags down, she stepped out. She wouldn’t come to him, stood by the open driver’s side door, staring down at the gravel of the driveway. She was beautiful in the evening sun, wearing the black scoop shirt he’d seen her in when she sucked Rocco’s cock. Her face was sad, trembling with apprehension. Her chin dimpled. She was so amazing.

  His heart went out to her, soared to her with spread wings. His girl had done a terrible act for him and now she sat in its shadow and she was frightened. He went right to her, took the four steps with long, purposeful strides, and put his arms around her.

  He kissed her. Pressed his lips to hers, warm and caring, not lustful and arrogant. He kissed her with love and friendship. Her lips felt reluctant at first, rejecting the idea it was acceptable for her to suck a man’s cock and then send a video of it to her husband. This was deep, deep water they were bobbing in and he wanted her to know he was a good swimmer.

  “I fucking loved your video. I love you so much,” he whispered to her.

  “Really?” she gasped, and her fingers dug into his back.

  “I mean it. I love my video. I want to watch it a million times.”

  “No, Geoff...get rid of it...”

  “No way...”

  “We have to, I can’t have that existing. I can’t—”

  Odie was there now, behind them, lurking, still playing Minecraft. Geoff had told her that there were to be no tablets going with her on the trip, this was to be nature-time. Odie wanted to get as much playing in as she could before she left. She’d been a good sport about the technology ban, and it swelled his heart to see his earnest young girl looking forward to this challenge.

  “We need two cars,” she said, looking at her screen.

  “Odie...”

  “What?” she said.

  Nia said, “Maybe we do...”

  Geoff just remembere
d his good news, blurted, “Shit, Nia—guess what?”

  “What?” she laughed, bewildered by his sudden excitement.

  “Karla sent me a message...maybe a book with freaking Laetitia freaking Lily.”

  “Wait...you...what?”

  “Yeah. I’m on a short list to draw a book for Laetitia Lily.”

  “Get the what...Geoff...” her voice was high and happy.

  “Who’s that?” Odie asked.

  Nia shook her head, looked irritated with O, said to Geoff, “She doesn’t know who Laetitia Lily is...”

  “So?” Odie said.

  Geoff said, “No, Odie, that just makes us feel old you don’t know who she is...”

  Odie squinted, still trying to see an insult in her mom’s comment.

  Geoff said, “We wouldn’t need a new car if you were in the studio again, helping out...”

  “Geoff...”

  “What? Nia...I’m going to be busy...I miss you...”

  “Oh my gosh, yeah, Mom,” Odie cheered.

  “Geoff...what about Winslow?”

  “Him too. There’s more than just that, there’s—”

  “Geoff, don’t...”

  “What?”

  Her face was stern, she said, “We’ll talk about it later.”

  He saddened suddenly. He hadn’t intended to jump on her like that. Hadn’t intended at all to invite her back to work. It had all just occurred to him in an instant when he calculated the cost of adding a car payment, gas, insurance, work clothes for Nia, etc....it just seemed to make fiscal sense to explore staying at home again, especially since there could be a tremendous boost to his workload and hopefully income. But he’d done it in front of Odie. He knew her argument. Her common problem with him. Ganging up on her with Odie.

  “Okay, baby...yeah, Odie...we’ll...yeah, we’ll talk about it later.”

  Nia pulled him back by his shirt sleeve as he walked away, she whispered, “Hey, I’m proud of you...”

  NIA

  Nia drove out to the parking lot at Sunnybrook Park where two school buses were waiting to take all the kids from the city up north, way up north, to their sleep-away camp. The buses were old-looking, but painted in fun colours, with the Camp Arrowhead logo blazed down the side. Kids, at some point, had dabbed their painted handprints on its aging sides, written their names, decorated it all in their own way. One bus pulled a trailer stacked with eight cedar-strip canoes on a metal A-frame.

  They’d said goodbye to their bold, little daughter, their brassy, black-haired girl who owned her father’s heart. Geoff had got down on his knees and hugged her, and despite his talk of being envious of her, he wouldn’t let her go. Held her til Nia had to break them up. He held Odie’s shoulders then and told her if she liked camping, and he hoped she did, they would go look at cottages in the fall. No promises, but they would look. Nia had smiled, feeling so warm for them, put her hand on Geoff’s back and squeezed his shoulder.

  They stood in the empty parking lot, filled now only with the buses and anxious parents seeing their kids off. She and Geoff stood in a group of them and waved the bus away, watching Odie from behind her split window making funny faces at them; stretching her lips and bulging her eyes and making a fish face. The bus drove off. Brave girl didn’t shed a single tear. Geoff had to brush his eyes, rub his fingers into them and squeeze the wet away. He laughed at his own tears.

  Now they were back in the Volvo heading to the subway station so she could drop him off. He would take the subway home and she had to head farther north to visit Angie and Donna. Donna’s wedding was less than a month away and they had last minute details to sort out. She wasn’t looking forward to it. It would be the first time she’d seen Donna since the bachelorette. She’d talked to her but it was different when you looked into each other’s eyes and saw what was bullshit and what wasn’t. Did they believe her? Did she believe them when they said they believed her? They would all know when they looked in each other’s eyes.

  Geoff was distant while she drove. Sitting with an elbow up on the ledge, his thumb and forefinger stroking his thick bearded chin. Finally, he said, “Was that my surprise?”

  “No. I’ve still got a surprise for you.”

  “Are you kidding...that wasn’t the surprise?” he asked her, turning around now.

  “No, that just hit me. I only thought of it while I was sitting there...once I built up the nerve...I went for it...”

  “Wow,” Geoff said, slumping himself deep into the leather passenger seat.

  “You’re telling me, wow,” she said, with a nervous chuckle.

  It had just hit her. She had other plans for Geoff, a way for him to watch her with Rocco. But sitting in the truck today, watching Rocco deal with a competing but amicable aggregate company...arguing with the owner, two big men standing in the purple shadow of a massive Mack dump truck, two millionaires, manly, masculine assholes with bad tempers and thick necks...it hit her. Her phone (her camera!) was in her hand and she got the urge...a tickle. She wanted to please Rocco. She wanted to serve him. To make him feel good. To feed from the end of his cock, make him come, be his woman. And as hot as that was (to her at least), its benefit was two-fold. She was serving the man she loved at the same time. She would serve two men at once. One melted her heart, one melted her panties.

  “Geoff?”

  “What?”

  “Did you...make yourself come, watching me?”

  “I did.”

  She peeked at him, driving south on Bayview, both hands on the wheel, could see his beard lift as the corner of his mouth peeled to a smile.

  “Geoff, you dirty boy.”

  “You’re the bad one,” he said, defending himself.

  “You sure about that?”

  “No,” he said. Then he chuckled too, shifted his feet around in the footwell and his hands rubbed his thighs. This was a crazy night. A mom and dad out sending their kid off to camp. Mom had earlier sent dad a video of herself sucking another man’s cock. It was so crazy. The gift of it was she didn’t feel like a mom sending her kid off. She felt as young and charged up as she was at twenty. She felt incredible. An unsettling nauseous blanket of wrongness settled around her shoulders but sometimes she could forget about it, not notice its woollen tickle around her itchy neck—in those moments she felt fucking amazing.

  “That’s what I wanted. I wanted you to watch me and come...touch yourself while I looked into the camera.”

  “You were looking right at me.”

  “I was looking right at you. I was thinking of you.”

  He was looking at her, she could sense it, he said, “I love you, Nia.”

  She reached over to him, one hand on the wheel, the other went to his thigh and she clutched his thin leg and she gave him a good, tender squeeze. “Was it good, Geoff?”

  “Nia, it was incredible. The most incredible thing ever...I don’t even have words...”

  “I can’t believe I did that. I mean it...I can’t believe it.”

  “Watch it with me.”

  “What? No way...”

  “Please, Nia, when you get home tonight...”

  “Geoff...” she moaned. Her immediate response was a knee-jerk No way. What did she look like doing that? Maybe it was too ugly. Maybe she shouldn’t see herself like that. “Maybe,” she said, twisting her mouth around, kind of wanting to now, but worried she would hate what she saw.

  They drove the rest of the way in silence. Geoff was quiet and sullen again, stroking his chin and idly watching out the window. She felt an anxious twinge, wondering what was troubling him more. What she’d done for him today or his Odelle really being away for the first time.

  When she dropped him at Victoria Park at the entrance to the subway she asked him if he’d be okay all alone tonight. He didn’t turn, kept his eyes out on the pedestrians on the sidewalk. He was crying.

  She put her hand on the back of his neck and she squeezed him, gently shook him and he let her. His body rocked with her
gentle shaking. She saw a tear drip from his nose.

  She laughed, said, “Come on, Geoff...man up, buddy...”

  She was joking with him but he didn’t like it. He shook himself out of her grip and he threw his hands up. He cried, “Sorry, I’m not fucking Rocco who probably fucking hits his kids if he knows which ones are his in that huge fucking house.”

  “Easy, tiger, easy,” she said, soothing him. “I’m just joking, baby.” She leaned to him and put her arms around him, one arm smoothing circles on his back.

  NIA

  Nia met Angie and Donna and her cousin Stephanie for coffee and dinner at Yonge and Finch. It was Friday night and while it made sense for these four fun-loving girls to meet at a bar, Angie said to meet at a Korean Café in the second floor of a glass and steel office building looking over the busy intersection. A message perhaps, Nia couldn’t help but think—after the bachelorette maybe they’d all agreed behind Nia’s back that she should be kept from alcohol.

  Kisses and hugs were exchanged, warm, friendly back-rubs given while engaged. Honest and heartfelt. She felt good about it, standing awkwardly at the table for four, the weight of worry at what tonight might have brought sloping her shoulders. The girls welcomed her. It was all right. The bachelorette was forgotten. Not forgotten she supposed but it would seem it was not to be mentioned.

  In their eyes she saw their truth. They thought she messed around with the stripper. She wondered if it showed in her eyes that she had been intimate with him. These girls were willing to forgive because they’d spoken to Geoff and they knew that her marriage was intact. Who were they to meddle? Donna was happy as long as the wedding was back on the rails and unaffected. Nia had made peace with Angie already and it seemed now that Donna, with the enormous obligation of her massive wedding looming, had no time to worry about what Nia had done with a stripper in the backseat of her car.

  So, it was never mentioned for the two hours they sat at the table in the coffee shop. They worked on all the final details that needed doing in the last few weeks before the big event. They all had bubble tea and egg, pickle, and cabbage sandwiches, then when things got lighter before they parted they all had creamy cappuccinos.