Cherry Blossoms: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  “Him and I. Work, the old days. Dino, a little...”

  “You didn't tell him...”

  “What we did? No way...”

  “Did you tell him about me?”

  “You want to watch? No. I wouldn't. I don't know if I should have told Dino. That was crazy. I was in a weird place. I just thought it would be hot, and in the moment it felt like I could. I was missing you...thinking about you. Do you think it was a mistake?”

  “Is all of this a mistake?”

  “Baby, no, don't say that. Don't say that. This works...”

  “I know, but...those two...”

  “I want them.”

  He laughed, “What do you mean, you want them?”

  “Geoff we can make this work...we can...okay? Lay back,” she said. “Don't you want this to work, Geoff?”

  He lay back against his pillow, his Nia’s eyes holding his. “I do...”

  “Don't you want to hear what I did today?” She slipped her hand up his leg, travelling from his knee up his thigh to his hip. Her touch was amazing. He loved that this woman would touch him, loved that she would ever lay with him, show him her bare body. She made him feel so lucky. He wanted her happiness, he wanted her to get the sex she wanted, wanted his wife to always be fulfilled, to have everything she wanted—happiness, love, BMWs, cottages, lovers...

  “I do want it, Nia...I want you to be so happy, I'd do anything for you...”

  “I love you, Geoff,” she said.

  “I just don't want to lose you...”

  “Geoff, don't talk crazy...you're not going to lose me, ever.”

  “Come with me to look at cottages this weeke—”

  “Ah!” he exclaimed, a short sharp intake of air as his wife clutched his hard cock through his pyjamas.

  “Oh,” she laughed, “Wow, Geoff, somebody’s hard and I haven't even told him what one of my lovers did to me today.”

  “Tell me,” he said.

  “Short story? He fucked me from behind, bent over a pool heater,” she said, peeling her plain white T-shirt off and tossing it up onto the pillows. Her bare breasts swayed.

  “Did you like it?”

  She held his head to her chest, inhaled as he pressed himself between her breasts, felt the hardness of one of her nipples at his ear. “Mm,” she moaned, “Geoff, I loved it. He fucks me so good.”

  “Did he hurt you today? Tie you up?”

  She kissed him on his forehead. “No, baby, not today. He wasn't gentle, but...”

  “You're okay?”

  “I’m okay, Geoff,” she said, leaving him now, stepping off the bed and standing next to it topless, wearing just a pair of PJ pants, the one with the ducks. His home-Nia. She opened his night table drawer and brought out a bottle of lube. She tossed it to the pillow, slipped her pants down and off and now she was naked.

  “What are you going to do to me?” he asked.

  “You're going to like it,” she said. She straddled him, squat on him, naked, his pants pulled down. She slid her hands up his arms and laced her fingers through his. She brushed her nose against his nose, their tips swiping back and forth. She kissed him.

  “Put some lube on your finger,” she whispered into his ear. She let his hands go and she nuzzled and kissed under his ear and his neck and his shoulder. She got his nipples hard as could be.

  “Shit, Nia,” he gasped, feeling around for the lube. He got it, reached his hands together behind her slim warm back.

  “Don’t squirt that on me,” she warned him.

  He blindly squeezed the bottle, heard the flatulent sound, felt cold water-based gel on his two held out fingers

  “What do you want me to do?” he asked her.

  She kissed his lips, sucked his chin, pulling on his beard hairs with her teeth. Her knees came higher up his waist, tucked in against him, her rump thrust out and she pressed her chest and tummy against his. Her hand took his wrist, sliding down from the inside of his elbow to lightly grasp him around the base of his hand. She led it down to her hip, behind her thigh. She guided his hand between her cheeks, slid his middle finger down. He knew what she wanted.

  “Like that?” he said, poking his finger against her anus.

  “Yeah,” she sighed, her toothpaste breath in his nose.

  He punctured her, slid his long middle finger inside. She squirmed against him, wriggled and sighed. He slid inside her easily with the lube. She was tight and firm and he could feel her squeeze and pull at him. He slid himself out and then back in.

  “Oh, Geoff, that's it,” she said.

  “What happened, Nia?”

  “He took me to an empty home he knew...he did their pool...he took me into their backyard...”

  “Yeah,” he said, still slipping and sliding inside her, loving how she felt around his finger, how her body felt against him. The belly of his throbbing cock slipped along the skin of her tummy, from her mound to her belly button.

  “They had this big dollhouse in their backyard, Geoff, he took me in there and he fucked me...”

  “Fuck, Nia,” he groaned, picturing her in an enormous dollhouse, that big ogre pounding her like he’d seen him do in Odie’s bed. His wife’s legs spread, shirt tied over her face, those sounds she made that day bouncing around in his auditory memory. He heard them like they were in the room with him right now.

  With those sounds in his ears Nia's right hand slipped between them. She’d got her own lube without him noticing, now she stroked him, her grip squeezing him, thrilling, up and down his shaft, doing some delightful swirl at his glans.

  “What are you doing?” he said.

  “You like my hand?”

  “God, I do.”

  “A lot of men have told me that.”

  He sighed, laughed, “Oh, Nia, you’re the worst.”

  She bit his chin again, inched her way up his thighs, he let his finger slip from her, the angle too acute for his sore wrist. She raised up, let her perfect breasts hang in his face, watched him as he weaned on them, took each nipple in his mouth and held it, pulled it taut.

  She reached behind her, took his cock up, her delightful ticklish stroking again, her thumb maybe circling his tip. She sat up straight, straddling him as he lay flat on the bed, his head angled up on the pillow. She was beautiful like that, sitting on him, her body bare, her back arched, her head tilted slightly to the side to gauge what her hand was doing. Blue summer evening light lit her hard edges up, her tight tummy, her soft breasts, her graceful shoulders and long arms. She slipped the tip of his cock along her crack. He felt the weakness of her winking aperture—she sat on him, eased his hardness in, let it split her tight little anus. She gasped, “Oh, Geoff.”

  She continued, her body settling down, her thighs and rump flattening against him, his cock spreading her tightest hole.

  His hands went up and down her silky thighs, felt her muscle, her fine form. She was incredible. She rolled herself on him, her hips and ass going around in protracted circles while she sat in his lap. These last two months had been a sexual enlightenment. This woman was the same woman he was married to for all these years, these abilities were always there, untapped. Not enjoyed by her and by him but now, as hard as it was on his heart, they were both running their hands all over the serpentine slippery form of their dirtiest lusts. They were sharing, they were learning. He hated sharing her, loved sharing her. Wanted her all to himself, wanted her to have the men she wanted. Life was so hard. His heart and his lust wanting two different completely opposite things. Neither of them right, neither of them wrong. Both of them convinced of their own truths. Hating what the other one wanted. Right now, looking at her, feeling her closeness, he knew it was right. They could do this. They had to be careful but they could do this. Don't get found out, don't piss off her other men, don't let her fall in love...

  He slipped his hands up her belly now, a smile breaking his face wide with joy. The most amazing thing he'd ever felt under his fingertips. His hands went lower, flip
ped around, his fingers diving under her, slipping along her absolutely sopping twisted hot flesh.

  “God, Nia, you're on fire.”

  “I know,” she laughed, still dancing her ass on his cock, delivering him pleasure like he’d never felt.

  “Did he hurt this today?” he asked. Did her lover tear her again, leaving only her ass for her husband?

  “No, I'm getting used to his huge cock now, baby.”

  He laughed under her, shaking her on his hips, she laughed too. She sunk him deep and bent so she could whisper without him slipping out of her. “Plus he made me so wet today, God, I took him deep, Geoff.”

  “Fuck, Nia, baby, humiliate me, please...”

  “Geoff...I wish I could tell you how it felt to get fucked by his cock, it feels so much better than yours...”

  “That's it, Nia.”

  “Baby, he's ten times the man you are...”

  “You like that, Nia?”

  “I love men, Geoff, you know that...”

  “How’d you end up with me?”

  “Lucky.”

  “Dino said you settled...”

  “I settled for you, Geoff. I had a dozen real men who wanted to marry me—”

  “Put a baby in you—”

  “No, don't,” she said, and she pressed a forefinger to his lips. “I had a dozen men who fucked me so much better than you do. Men with broad shoulders and muscles and cocks that hang and swing. I sucked them, Geoff, I fucked them, they did awful things to your loving wife...”

  “She loved what they did to her...”

  “Bet your little balls she did. She took them all...she ruined them...”

  “She’s too much for one man...”

  “Now you get it,” she laughed. “That’s it,” she said and she raised up to sit again and her own hands smoothed her belly, went down the v between her legs and he could hear the wet sounds of her fingers moving through her own folds. Her head tilted back and her mouth fell open. “That’s it, Geoff, oh you’re right.” He watched her hook a finger inside herself, her eyes shut, her face turned to the ceiling. Her hand jumped and wriggled, her pussy made wet smacking noises as she pleasured herself. He watched, his eyes growing wider and wider, witnessing this wild erotic display his wife was giving him. This was real. This was fucking real. This was the woman in his life. The universe had given him this gift. He hoped and prayed he was worthy but right now he just wanted to enjoy it.

  “You’re so amazing, Nia,” he said and he reached his hands up to caress her.

  “Oh,” she sighed, her husband’s hands on her, over her breasts, his rock hard cock up her anus, her own hands doing things to her pussy that only she knew how to do. She was going to come. This was supposed to be for him, his turn, but she was going to make herself come. He could watch her come a million times over his own pleasure.

  “Somebody watched us, Geoff...”

  “Who?”

  “I don’t know. Gardener?”

  “You and...ah...Rocco, today? He watched you?”

  “He got to see today, baby, not you. He watched, ah, he watched me take that monster...”

  “Fuck, Nia, you got caught?”

  “We got caught, Geoff...he stood and watched, he didn't tell anybody...”

  “He watched you two?”

  “He did, baby, he saw me with my skirt up, bent over, getting it so hard, ah fuck, oh...”

  He fucked her now, thrust his hips, pushed his cock deep into her. She rode his hips up and down, her hungriness swallowing him. She started to gasp. He said, “You’re too much for one man, you’re too much for one man,” and she tossed her hair and her face twisted and she gulped for air.

  “I’m too much,” she sighed, over and over, underneath his own mantra.

  “Oh baby,” she cried, “oh Geoff, oh...” Her stomach roiled and heaved, and he watched her fine form dance under her taut skin. She rode him to orgasm, flicked her swollen button and dug a long pretty finger into her self curled to her feminine perfection.

  Her hand clawed through her hair, her other buzzed through her wet flesh and she gasped and cried, bucked and rolled, squeaked and groaned. Everything tightened as she came, her ass squeezed his cock tighter and tighter until she hurt him.

  Finally, she released. She gasped, collapsed on him, both her hands supporting herself on his chest.

  “Holy fuck, Nia. Holy shit. Baby, you are the hottest thing ever.”

  “I’m way more than you need, aren’t I?” she panted, her breasts swinging, her tummy hauling in and out.

  “You are, Nia.”

  “I’m too much for you,” she gasped.

  “Yeah.”

  “My overflow goes to other men. I take what little you have, but I need so much more, baby, so much more than you can give...”

  “Oh, Nia...”

  “But I’m everything to you...”

  “You’re everything to me...”

  “You don’t need a Jenny.”

  “Never.”

  She laughed, her soughing minty breaths breezing over his skin. “Think that preppy little bitch would lick your asshole?” She worked her hips again, smiling, eyes narrow, in control.

  “Oh God, Nia.” This was what he had dreamed of, to be in her world. It was frightening, it was horror, but he never felt so alive.

  “Would Jenny humiliate you? That little buttoned-up nerd. Would she fuck her ex in front of you? Tell you you have a little cock and she needs a real man. I know you. I know what you want. She could never do that.” She got her face over his again, scratched her nails from his armpits up to his wrists overhead then locked her hands through his.

  “No, she couldn’t.”

  “You think she’s ever fucked men like the men I’ve fucked? You’d be her greatest lover.”

  “I would?”

  “But you’re nothing compared to Rocco. Nothing compared to Dino.”

  “Oh shit, Nia.”

  “You like that, baby? That turn you on?”

  He nodded rapidly, his own chest heaving now. Hating that he was playing along but he couldn’t help it. It was what he always wanted. “Tell me how much better he is...”

  “Geoff, not even close, baby, sorry. Oh no. Like night and day.”

  “Really?”

  “I’m not kidding. They’re men, Geoff. Big hairy sweaty strong men—they fucking rock me, fucking do something to my heart, to my soul, they bring things out of me you never could...”

  “Oh fuck, Nia, oh fuck, I’m going to come, fuck, oh...”

  She slipped off him, kept her eyes locked to his. Her hips slumped to sit against him, in a second her hand was stroking, gripping his cock tight and pumping him expertly.

  “Show me your little load, put it on your belly for me, fucking show me what you’ve got,” she snarled.

  “Holy fuck, Nia, oh my God, oh shit, baby...”

  “Show me what’s in those little balls, Geoff, show me, baby, I wanna see...”

  She was watching his cock now, her eyes lowered to witness his eruption. He watched too. His belly sucked in tight and flat, his ribs pressed hard through his pale skin. Her hand glistened from all the wet they created, his cock looked so small in her grip compared to what he’d see in the last few weeks. She stroked it like she loved it. Stroked it like she meant it. She loved what he had, she loved him anyway even though he wasn’t good enough.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he blurted. He showed her. Showed her good. He shot thick ropes up onto his stomach, spurting and spurting, and she never stopped. She squished him harder, stroked him faster.

  “Thats it, baby, that’s it,” she said, “Jenny wouldn’t watch you come, she wouldn’t want to watch this, baby...”

  His mind reeled at his dirty wife, his eyes rolled up high now and his orgasm wouldn’t stop, it just kept coming and coming—he kept spurting and he wondered if he’d ever stop, wave after wave crashed over him and he thought maybe he wouldn’t come up for air ever.

  She
slowed and his eyes came open, her touch still sent bolts of pleasure through him. “Jenny wouldn't do this, she’d never do this,” she said and she lay her long beautiful hands on his hips, her Goddess ring winking in the night. She dove her face to his belly, her mouth opened wide. She lapped up what he’d produced. Her tongue flat on his tight belly, spreading and sucking his seed. Kissing him, eating up all his evidence.

  Jenny would never do that. Jenny was a good girl. Jenny made him a cake. Jenny drew a choo choo train on it. His wife fucked her lover, told him all the details, fucked him with her ass, jerked him off and ate his seed.

  “Fuck, I love you, Nia,” he said and he ran his fingers through her hair while she kept kissing and sucking him, her hand still gently stroking his fading hardness.

  28

  Sleepy

  Saturday, August 19th

  NIA

  Nia yawned. It was a late night last night. She'd taken Geoff and Odie to see the musical Matilda at Ed Mirvish Theatre. Her treat. With dinner it was almost as much as her time away at the wilderness camp.

  It had been a wild success. She'd wanted to since the spring, had no idea Odie would have been so taken. But God, the show was almost three hours. Odie was up well past her bedtime, Geoff had to carry her in from the car, asleep in his arms. The whole car ride home she'd talked and yelled and sang, so excited about the world-building young Matilda. Then they hit Roncesvalles and, boom, she passed out. One second talking, the next lightly snoring.

  Geoff tucked her in and they were both exhausted from sitting and watching the musical for that long, good as it was. No sex, just fell asleep snuggling. Geoff mumbling how good the show was for Odie, how much Matilda reminded him of his little girl, how he had so many ideas about their book now, then just like his daughter he was asleep.

  The wind tugged at her hair; she adjusted her sunglasses. They were on a royal blue and aluminum trimmed pontoon boat. About a hundred yards from shore now, on the choppy water of Little Hawk Lake near Bobcaygeon. The canvas roof kept the sun out of her eyes but it was a bright day and the sun glinted off the waves.