Cherry Blossoms: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  Dino's breath tumbled from him in lurching heaves. His eyes held hers while his hips did his sexual bidding, did the things this beautiful being between them said she needed. He gave her that thing he had and watched her enjoy it. Nia's ecstatic face seemed to wipe all the worry from him. The more he watched her expression change by his motion, the easier his motion became. Driving in and sliding out with increasing pace.

  Geoff did the same, matching the breaths that came from Dino. The breaths grew more confident and so did his thrusts. He made Nia make all sorts of noises and Geoff could feel them come from her. Could feel her ribs expand and contract with her lustful soughing. He felt the vibrations from her, the origins of her impassioned grunts and sighs. He matched Dino. Began easing in and out of her in a careful syncopation with her lover. Soon they had her crying. She made soft sobs that sounded mournful at once and simultaneously soulful and satisfied. She was being profoundly affected and he could only imagine. This dirty thing on this sunny day wide out in the open. She was doing it with two men that meant so much to her. He caressed her and he felt a tremor pass through her. He screamed with joy inside, light bursting behind his closed eyes. Whatever they were making her feel it was something she'd never experienced, and as much as it was Dino, it was also him. He was doing this to her. They were doing it together.

  Dino’s hand spread flat on her chest between her breasts, his forehead touched hers. “You’re so special, Nia...”

  “Yeah?” she panted.

  “Geoff is so lucky.”

  “Thank you, Dino,” she said, her hands draped over his shoulders, smoothing up his neck while she looked in his eyes. “Stacy is one lucky woman...”

  “Fuckin, Nia...” he smirked and shook his head. “You were always so bad. God, you’re such a bad girl,” he growled to her, his thrusts growing determined.

  “This guy made me good,” she said, rolling her head in the hollow of Geoff’s shoulder. He caressed her under her breasts, felt the muscle of her belly move under her skin.

  “You made him bad,” he said.

  “He’s my bad boy,” she sighed and she lay her hands over his hands moving them up to cover her breasts.

  “You make us all bad...”

  “Oh,” she sighed at that, and she arched her back. Geoff held her breasts and gripped them, squeezed them too tight because right now he thought she’d like that. Her back arched and her shoulders pressed against him, her head leaning so it was right next to his. From the corner of his eye he could see her mouth trembling wide, her eyes clenched shut. Dino thrust deep, watching her face again, watching what he could do to this sexy woman, watching her enjoy his cock. Geoff grinned, he was enjoying it too, barely stroking into her, just taking her movements, but Dino’s thrusts were what was arousing him. He was being sexually satisfied by his wife’s ex-boyfriend. Dino’s impressive cock stroking his, tickling all its sensitive points. Dino was fucking both of them. It felt incredible. It wasn't the same, but he felt how Nia must feel under him when he made love to her. His big strong body, his masculine muscle rippling through his shoulders as he powered his cock into her. The smell of him, the heat, his piercing eyes staring into you. It was nothing like being made love to by sweet Geoff, was it? But she chose Geoff over Dino. Over a man like Dino. She chose her loving gentleman. While he soared momentarily, riding an intense wave of pleasure as Dino thrust deep and he felt Dino's cock slide right up against his frenulum, he quivered with renewed conflict. She chose him but she cheated on him. Nia jumped at the chance to be shared when he'd presented it in the spring. She’d chosen to marry Geoff but couldn't stop herself, her attraction to threatening and overpowering male energy making her spread her legs for this man behind his back and then, later, apparently to appease her husband. Fuck! he cried into her hair. He wished it wasn't like this, he wished he was enough...wished he thought he was, and he wished she thought he was, and most of all he wished he just was. Wished he could do the things Dino did, make her feel the way she did right now. Right at the brink of a disgusting orgasm brought by the tickle of his wife's lover’s huge cock against his he found himself back at square one. Mad at her, mad at himself, feeling jealous and feeling betrayed. He whipped his head away, tore her hair from his face and struggled. A tear was squeezed from him and he clenched his eyes tight, trying not to orgasm but he was right on the lip. His eyes narrowed, and in the squiggly blurred vision he saw a shape against the azure expanse. Rocco was coming up the ladder to the roof.

  NIA

  Geoff was on the verge, she could feel it. Feel him getting so wet inside her, knew Dino was going to make him come. She was right on the edge too, her eyes slowly opening and closing, out-of-control heart going off rapid fire against her ribs. Something was rising, expanding inside her til she knew it would burst. It was held at bay, delaying it til Geoff had his orgasm. Wanting to explode with him. Knew if she felt his hot seed shoot into her, Dino’s eyes on hers, her two men’s beautiful cocks making her feel so incredible, she would lose her grip on it. It would be huge, it would be wild, and she waited with outstretched arms for it to come and take her. Then she saw Rocco.

  She hadn't forgotten about him. Had pushed thoughts of him away though. Didn't want fear of his feelings to get in the way of what was happening. Because she knew now, she wanted this more than anything. Wanted her husband. Wanted Dino. Wanted Rocco too, but Rocco was not this kind of man. Her heart seized with concern what her big man might feel seeing what he was looking at.

  “Wait, wait,” she sighed, a high nervous tension in her breathy voice. Her hands soothed Dino’s sides. Dino’s thrusts slowed and she could see past his side that Rocco came to the roof and turned from them, went to the railing and looked out to the water.

  “Dino, please, stop, Dino,” she said, her hands running up and down his muscled stomach. All the sexual excitement slipped right out of her, just feeling his cock like an intrusion suddenly. Dino looked over his shoulder, saw his brother and he stopped.

  “What?” he said to Nia.

  “Stop, baby. Your brother...let me...let me talk to him.”

  “Fuck,” he sighed, “Fuck, Nia.” He slipped himself from her, pulled his cock out, gripping it and stroking it, and he stood, held a hand out to her.

  “What—what is it?” Geoff said.

  “Baby, it’s Rocco,” she said quietly over her shoulder to him.

  She heard him mumble “Is it...is it okay?” He held her waist and Dino helped her to stand as Geoff helped her hips straight off his hardness.

  She stood nervously, Geoff getting up behind her. She felt so ridiculous, so dirty. She’d shared so many awful things with Rocco, the worst, but having him witness her with these two men made her feel profoundly base—a whore. She looked to Dino, standing and glistening in the sun, his engorged cock swinging stiffly, Geoff naked, erect, watching at her shoulder with a worried face. She was naked with them. She reeled a moment again, succumbing to another nauseous wave. The craziness of what they were doing, the absolute ludicrous path her life had turned. She wanted it. Wanted all of it, but she felt judged again. Felt like a slut.

  “What’s up?” Dino shouted. “You mad?”

  Geoff shushed him quietly, rubbed his nervous forehead. He touched her back, his hand coming up to her shoulder.

  Rocco didn’t say a thing, just watched out over the water as the wind rustled his hair. His wide bare back rippled with tense muscle. He rested his hands on the rail.

  “Dino,” she whispered. “Don’t.”

  “He’s fine,” he said. “I talked to him. Fuckin told him...”

  She wasn’t sure. He’d just seen the woman he loved, the one he left his family for, fucking her husband and his own brother at the same time. She felt for him. Knew he’d be torn apart inside. She never wanted his love. Didn't even deserve it. But it was a real thing. It was real and she didn’t want him to hurt.

  She walked cautiously, covered her breasts with her folded arms. Geoff held her arm, tried
to pull her back. She turned and mouthed, It’s okay.

  She continued, crossed the few feet to Rocco’s back. Said, “Hey.”

  He didn’t turn around. Kept his gaze out over the water. He said, “You know when I knew I loved you?” His deep voice carried to her even against the wind.

  “When?”

  “I was crazy for you for a while. You made me...fuck..in Montréal, when you left me...Nia, you made me feel like I never felt.”

  “You okay?”

  “It was when...remember when Maria called you out in the office...”

  “Yeah...”

  “You fuckin stood up to her. You didn’t fuckin wilt. You lied to her face. Told her you were married. Like a fuckin tiger. Lied to her and saved us. Saved us so we could still be together...”

  “I...shouldn't have...I was being—”

  “I loved you then cause I knew you loved me. Knew you wanted me like I wanted you. Then you fuckin won’t look in my eye when we fuck...you—”

  “I do want you. Rocco, I want you.”

  “I want to throw you off this fuckin boat right now.”

  “Don’t.”

  “How can you do this?”

  “Rocco, I just do it. That’s who I am. If you love me...you fell in love with someone you know does this. This isn’t a surprise.”

  “On my fuckin boat. Everyone up here, everyone got a cock in you. I’m downstairs...”

  “We’re not...you’re not left out...”

  “I don’t want this,” he boomed out to the lake.” I don’t want to fuckin join in...for fuck’s sake, Nia...”

  “I’m sorry, Rocco, I am. I...we were...I missed my husband, Rocco. We were making love...and...”

  His jaw twitched, the muscles in his arms flexing as his giant hands gripped the railing like he would rip it free. The light squiggled along the tense flexion in his temple and his cheek. He watched away from her. Watched the horizon. She feared him. Feared what he could do. Tear that metal railing off the boat. Hit her. Hit his brother. Her poor husband.

  “You gonna live on a divorced firefighter’s salary? I’m fucking everything and you know it...”

  “I do. I know.”

  He turned to face her, said, “That bony, little-dick husband gonna protect you?”

  “He can...”

  “No, Nia, he can’t. He doesn’t deserve you. He’s not good enough for you. You need me. Need me so bad. Protect you, love you. I’m the man you were meant to be with,” he shouted.

  “You don’t get me. You see what you want, but you don’t see me,” she cried, thumping her fist against her chest.

  “I see you,” he said, lifting her to him. “Baby, I see you. I know you. Nia, I left my fucking wife for you. I set my life on fire because I love you...”

  “I didn’t ask you to. I didn’t want that,” she cried, her legs going around his hips.

  “You say I don’t know you. All I did, you think I’m careless? Think I don’t know what I’m doing?”

  “No...”

  “I’d do anything for you, Nia. Even if I don’t like it.”

  “Rocco, I love Geoff. Geoff’s my husband.”

  “You told me you love me.”

  She looked over her shoulder, her sad eyes peeking over at her poor Geoff. “I know,” she whispered. “I do.” Geoff watched, a sad look crossing his face and she bit her lip.

  Rocco’s hands touched her back, and she settled against him, her cheek pressed to his chest. She said, “You just want me to be what you want. You don’t want me to be who I am.”

  “Fuck you if you think that—”

  “You do, you—”

  He stopped her, grabbed her roughly around her neck.

  Over her shoulder she heard Geoff shout her name. Dino shouted, Her nose!

  Rocco pulled her face to his and he kissed her. He was careful of her nose. He held her face to the side, her chin tilted up as he towered over her and he kissed her and took her tongue.

  GEOFF

  She melted into Rocco. He kissed her, her tiny chin held in his fist, tilted to him as he bent. Nia squeezed to him, her hands on his chest, naked body pressed against him, legs around him. She did love him. He gave her something. Fucking asshole that he was, he cared for her. He loved her. Rocco was a monster in many ways but he had a heart. He had real feelings for Nia. Kept her on his boat, helped her heal. Played house like a lovesick puppy.

  Dino watched. Coolly unaffected, standing upright, hand on hip. Geoff stood up straighter. Nia was his, not Rocco’s. He stepped ahead of Dino, reached to Nia’s shoulder and rested a hand on her. She pulled from Rocco’s kiss, eyes lowered, turned to Geoff, two teeth pinching into her bottom lip.

  He said, “We all love her. All of us love her. She’s mine, but we can all love her,” he said.

  “She’s mine. Nia, you’re mine.”

  “No, Rocco. I’m married. I love you. I do. I belong to Geoff.”

  Rocco’s muscles jumped in his jaw, breathing heavily out of his nose as he watched Geoff. His eyes held his, standing naked in front of him, trembling with fear but knowing he would not back down. One hand on his wife, a fading erection sticking straight out from between his legs—he didn't look away.

  Nia scratched at Rocco's chest, then she kissed him over his heart, kissing again towards his nipple.

  “I love you, Rocco, she said. “Kiss me.”

  His arms went around her tighter, pulled Nia against him and he spoke over her head to Geoff. “Like to watch?”

  “I—”

  “You like to watch?”

  “I love her.”

  “You watched me?”

  “I did.”

  “You just hid somewhere and watched another man fuck your wife?”

  He nodded.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Nia said, “Rocco, don’t. It’s okay...I like him to watch. I love it.”

  “You want to watch right now?”

  “Not if you're going to be an asshole.”

  He laughed. Caressed Nia's face then, and snuggled her against him. Nia went with it, her hand working through his thick chest hair.

  “Dino fucked her right in front of you?”

  “He’s her husband, Rocco,” Dino said.

  “So?”

  “She’s married.”

  “To him. She needs more.”

  “Listen to her. What does she say?”

  Nia said, “Rocco, don’t. I’m married. I love Geoff.”

  “Love me too? Dino?”

  “That’s not wrong. You love Maria?”

  “Don’t,” he said. The expression on his face making Nia look like she regretted saying it.

  “Come here,” Dino said. He stepped forward and he took her hand. She stepped to him, sliding off Rocco, looking over her shoulder at him. Rocco didn’t let her go. His hand gripping her waist. She was stuck between them, naked and beautiful. Lost.

  “All right,” Rocco said. “Nia—” he pulled her back to him and Dino let her go.

  “—Why you want them when you can have me?”

  “I want all of you,” she said to him, then turned to Geoff and held her hand out, her wedding ring catching sunlight and sending off a spark. She wiggled her fingers to him, her eyebrows tented up in the middle, “Baby,” she said, urging him.

  Geoff went to her and kissed her standing in Rocco’s shadow. “What, baby?” he asked her.

  “Tell me...”

  “What?”

  “Tell me it’s okay...”

  “It’s okay?”

  “What we’re doing is okay.”

  “Is it? Is it okay?”

  “I want it.”

  “Yes, Nia, it’s okay.” He looked then to Rocco, his puzzled and distraught face watching the horrible show. “Don’t hurt her.”

  “Don’t hurt her?”

  “It’s okay but don’t hurt her.”

  “I’d never fuckin hurt her. I’m in love with her.
And I don’t need yo—”

  Nia said, “Rocco, please, look at me. Just kiss me, okay? Make love to me.”

  “What?”

  “Make love to me. I want you, Rocco.”

  Rocco and Nia held their eyes. Looked at one another for a while, a lot being said in that gaze. He let Nia do what she had to. Let her communicate with her Rocco. Rocco blinked, his mouth moving around, his brow low.

  “Rocco, make love to me,” she said again.

  “That’s what you want?”

  “I want you. It’s what I want.”

  He kept her eyes again, shaking his troubled head, his thumb now rubbing the angle of her jaw. His shoulders sagged heavily but he kissed her. Their lips joined and Nia’s hand went through his chest hair, rubbing his muscle and encouraging him.

  Geoff and Dino watched a while as they stood and kissed and their hands explored each other.

  Nia pulled wetly from his lips and she whispered, “Want me to go down on you?”

  “Doesn’t it hurt your face?”

  “A little. But I want to.”

  “No, Nia, just get my shorts down,” he said, taking her lips then and kissing her.

  Nia’s hands went to his waist and pushed his shorts down. His cock hung up in the webbing of his trunk lining, then fell free as she pushed them down his thighs, swinging against her. For someone who was against what he’d seen, he was still aroused. His cock was engorged, hanging down like some freakish thing. Not erect, but it was filling up. His hands held her shoulders and she took it up in both hands, stroking and squeezing, one hand going up and down his underside, scratching through his scrotum and playing with his balls before climbing back up.

  “Jesus,” Dino said.

  Geoff saw Dino shake his head, not mad, not disgusted. Resigned. Hands on hips, his lips pursed, his eyes taking in the woman he once loved with his own brother.

  “What she always wanted,” he said, watching the two of them.

  Geoff said, “You okay?”