by KT Morrison
Dino watched through the window, his face mean. He’d been drinking. Nia turned the lock and she opened the door.
Her voice was calm but she was firm. She held the door open but blocked him from coming in. “Dino, what are you doing here?”
“You never came and met me, Nia.”
“I told you I wasn't coming, Dino.”
He pursed his lips, his face pinched into a surly but handsome scowl. “Why not?”
“I fuckin told you why not. I have a wedding to go to in about eight hours. My best friend is getting married.”
“I gotta talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk to you, Dino,” she said. She closed herself against the door, blocked Geoff from seeing Dino, or maybe Dino from seeing Geoff.
“I have to talk to you.”
“Fine,” she hissed. “Some other time. It's one in the morning.”
“I’m coming in,” he said. He stepped up the threshold and pushed past her, towering over her. She stumbled as he barged past but she didn’t fight him.
“Dino, you can’t be here...”
“Hey, Geoff,” he said, spying Geoff still standing near the bottom of the stairs, partially obscured by the edge of a wall.
“Hi, Dino,” he said. His insides twisted at the sight of him. His power over his family now. He'd fucked his wife twice and here he was walking into their house in the middle of the night, sending her sexy pics of himself naked while they were out on family time. Who knows what else he’d sent but Nia was afraid to tell him about. They'd been talking obviously but this was the first he was hearing about it.
Dino sighed, took Nia’s elbow and led her deeper through the hall. “C’mon, let's go talk.”
She pulled her arm from him. “Dino, don’t.”
She turned and closed the door, sealing him in with them now. Nia’s head lolled powerlessly on her neck, she looked to Geoff and shrugged as if to say What do we do?
Her ex was here. He was dangerous. He was strong and he was drunk. Geoff shrugged too. Couldn't Nia make him leave?
Nia said, “Okay, come on. Let's go talk. But you have to be quiet.”
Dino skulked down the hall, he saw Geoff and he took a step up the stairs, one boot on the maple. He was as tall as Geoff standing on a higher step.
Nia said, “Dino—the kitchen, the kitchen...” and she walked past the stairs and headed towards the back of the house.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he said, stepping up, eyes looking down on Geoff now. He smelled like beer.
Geoff said, “Hey, if you need to sleep it off, you can stay over. Sleep on our couch...”
He stepped up the stairs past Geoff and Geoff whispered behind him, “Or there's a guest room. We have a guest room up on the right-hand side.”
He turned to Nia and shook his head at her, splayed out his hands and stared at her wide-eyed. She came to him and she put an arm around his hip.
She said, “Let him go upstairs, not the couch, Odie could come down.”
“In our bedroom?” he said.
She said, “I don't want him wandering around. We’ll bring him to the bedroom—”
“We can't, Nia, Odie’s home, okay? Odie’s home, send him fucking away, this is crazy...”
“Geoff, don't fuck around right now. Trust me. He has to stay. If we...” she pinched the bridge of her nose, “...he’ll smash the windows, kick the door down if we send him away.”
“Really?”
“He doesn't like the word no.”
They both looked up and saw Dino waiting for them at the top of the stairs.
GEOFF
Dino swayed as he walked. He was inebriated. Not fall down drunk but he was definitely affected—a sleepy stupor. He stumbled into their bedroom. Geoff held the door for him and Nia tried to steady him with both her hands on his back. He was in denim and boots again, his thick wavy black hair brushed back. His black T-shirt was tight against his muscles and broad shoulders. He made his way past the padded chair Geoff had sat in when he watched him fuck Nia. He stopped at the open bathroom door, leaned against the wall and kicked his boots off. Nia’s bridesmaid dress hung in the opening between the bathroom and the bedroom and he swept it aside and went in. He left the door open and the light off. The lid banged against the toilet tank and they heard his zipper, then his thundering urine splashing in their toilet.
Geoff sat down on the edge of the bed. This was overwhelming. He clasped his hands together and pinched them between his thighs. Nia came and sat next to him, close enough their arms were pressed together. They didn’t say anything, just watched the dark bathroom and waited for her lover to come back out. He flushed, washed his hands in the dark and then he was in the doorway again. He paused at the dress hanging there under light plastic protection. He took the hem and held the dress out. It was champagne silk chiffon, strapless, it looked incredible on his wife. It hung on a wooden hanger, Donna had Nia’s name engraved on it and today’s date.
“Nia,” Dino sighed, “You’re going to look so beautiful.” He held it out a moment longer and admired it, his big hands delicately holding the corners and shifting it, watching the light play across its colour under the plastic film.
He let it go, watched it glide back against the wall, then he peeled his T-shirt off. His muscles bulged and flexed while he brought it up over his head, his back rippling, his shoulders jumping. His hair came out of place, a lock hanging in his eyes as he threw the shirt onto the chair.
“Dino, hey,” Nia said, “You came here to talk.”
He stood in front of both of them sitting on their bed, and he smoothed his hair back, his stomach muscles flexed. “Yeah, I came here to talk.” His hands came to his belt and he undid it, big fingers working the leather through the buckle.
Nia looked to Geoff, she was forlorn. Her brow raised in the middle, her eyes glistening. She was beautiful. No makeup, just clean smooth skin and the world’s finest formed features. They weren’t going to stop him. Geoff wanted it. Geoff wanted it right now. They’d escaped. He was home free. It was all over and he had her back. But this wasn’t Rocco, this wasn’t her boss, maybe this was okay. He wanted it to be okay. If they could be quiet, if Odie wouldn't hear, he was dying to watch his wife get fucked again. He wanted to see it right now, see her passionate beauty, see her gleam with sweat, see her muscle wriggle against her tan skin as her lover brought her to orgasm. This was exciting.
He hid it from her. Gave her nothing, he hoped. Looked at her blankly. It was her decision. She didn’t have his support or his chagrin as far as she knew. It was all up to her now. She knew Dino. She knew best.
“Dino, what are you doing?” she said, watching his hands. He undid his button and unzipped again, pulled his pants down in front of them and stepped out of them. His cock was huge but shrivelled. His balls tucked high, his big flaccid penis bounced and swung stiffly, his foreskin bunched tight. Dino acted like Geoff wasn’t in the room.
He dropped to his knees in front of Nia and he moved in close. His hands went up her legs to her sides where they held her.
“Nia, I know I fucked up.”
“You ruined it all,” she said.
“I know.” He dropped his head low and looked even with her eyes. She was hunched, her shoulders drooped, her hands in her lap.
“You hurt me so bad,” she said and her eyes went red and watery, her chin dimpled.
“Fuck, Nia,” Dino sighed, “I know, I know, I didn’t mean to.” He gripped her arms lightly now, his thumbs caressing her skin.
“He fuckin fired me.”
Dino gripped the back of her neck, he pressed her forehead to his and he held her.
Geoff said, “That was just between us.”
Dino ignored him.
Nia said, “Why did you tell him?”
“I didn’t know you...” he stopped. His eyes darted towards Geoff.
Nia said, “He knows.”
“I didn’t know you were...with him.”
“But why say anything about Geoff?”
He grunted, his body weight leaning forward against her, straining her. “It fuckin freaked me out. Why did you fuckin sleep with my brother, Nia?”
“I like him, Dino.”
“You always fuckin did.”
“Don’t fuckin start,” she said.
“Okay, okay,” he said, letting her go and moving himself upright again. He held her thighs.
“Did he freak out?”
“Rocco? When I told him? No. Not freak out. He wasn’t happy. Pissed off.”
She gripped his big thumbs with her hands and held them. He pressed his forehead to her chin. “It’s okay, Dino,” she said. She brought her hands to his neck and held him. “You fuckin kill me, you know?”
“I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled.
“Come on,” she said, looking in his eyes, “Get in bed.”
He grunted and looked up to the pillows, climbed naked up on to the bed, into Geoff’s spot, and fell onto his side. He lay there with his knees drawn up, his head on the pillow. His eyes closed.
Nia looked to Geoff and she shrugged, made eyes at him like, What is happening?
Geoff shrugged. This was crazy. Her ex was in their bed. He was drunk, he was morose, shrunken. Was he going to sleep here? “What do we do?” he whispered.
“I don’t know, Geoff,” she said. She turned back to Dino and she rubbed his hairy calf. “Hey, Dino, make some room for us, okay? Don’t hog the bed.”
Dino looked down his body at her, his eyes narrow and glassy, rolled to his back and shifted to the right, leaving them room on the other side. On his back like this he was beautiful. His stomach was flat now and you could see the shallow plates of muscle there. The light came from the table lamp and it was warm and it played along the ridges of his body. He wasn’t pumped up, full of blood, his veins weren’t visible, but he still exuded strength. He had a narrow waist and hips, long legs, and a broad hairy chest. His eyes were closed and his lips pouted from having his head tilted forward by Geoff’s pillow. His penis had relaxed and stretched itself out, laying crossways along his hip, fat and sleepy.
Geoff got up and went around the bed and lay in Nia’s spot close to the edge so that she could lay herself between them. “You’re going to be exhausted tomorrow,” he said.
“I know.” She climbed up on all fours and went partway between them, stopped and sat on her haunches. Dino naked on his back on her right, her husband curled up in his pyjamas on the left.
“What are you doing?” he said.
She rested a hand on Dino’s kneecap. “Isn’t he amazing? Like, just physical perfection?”
“Is he?” Geoff joked.
“Oh my God, look at him. You should have seen him naked when he was twenty. I mean...”
“What ever happened between you?”
“What do you mean?” she said, eyes lowered, looking over Dino.
“What’s your ‘secret’?”
“Nothing, Geoff.”
“Why aren’t you together? What happened?”
She inhaled deep, her chest swelling, her breasts rising under her T-shirt. “I was bad,” she said, “and he taught me how bad I was.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Geoff. That’s the past. You’re my present.” She took her T-shirt off and she tossed it onto him. He took it and held it to him, smelled it. She smiled. She ran a hand up Dino’s thigh and she wrapped it around his flaccid penis. She circled her thumb around his bunched up foreskin, examined the wonderful thing she held.
She looked so young. Like how she was when they met. He could picture her like this with her boyfriend Dino, the two of them playful and curious with each other in bed. It must have been a wonderful and exciting time for her even if it was fraught with conflict and sadness. That Nia was gone now, but if his Nia wanted to tap into that nostalgia he liked it. If it made her happy. “You are so amazing, Nia,” he said.
“Me?” she laughed, letting Dino’s cock go and putting her hands on her knees and smiling at him. “I’m amazing?” she shook her head and laughed and he did too. It was a strange thing to say when your wife was holding another man’s sex organ.
She got on all fours and she kissed his lips. “You’re amazing.”
“Me?” he said, his turn to joke.
“Take your cock out for me,” she said.
“What?”
“Take out your cock.”
“Nia...”
“Come on, Geoff,” she said, sitting back up on her heels.
He looked to Dino, laying there with his eyes closed, looking beautiful. The muscles in his face cast masculine shadows. He put his hands under the waistband of his pyjama pants, eyes fixed on her sleeping ex, making sure he wasn’t looking, and he pushed them down. They caught on his erection and it pulled down then slapped up against him.
“I knew it,” she said.
“Knew what?” he said, slipping his pants down to his knees.
“I knew you’d be hard.”
“You don’t think this is arousing?”
“It is, Geoff,” she said. “I’m glad you’re hard.” She bent again and she slipped her warm mouth over the end of his cock and he sighed as his eyes rolled up. Her hand worked his pants right down to his ankles then pulled them off. She ran her tongue down the centre, down between his balls and she kissed each one lightly then sat up again.
She moved herself between the two of them and she took Geoff’s cock up in her left hand, her right reaching out and holding Dino’s. She stroked him, her hand slippery from her own saliva. Dino’s cock wriggled clumsily in her grip, collapsing and squirming, folding, foreskin turning inside out. He was flaccid. She frowned, her hands squeezed and stroked them both, her eyes rolled up to the ceiling like she was thinking.
“What?” he said.
“Geoff, his cock is bigger than your erection.”
“Is it?”
“I think it is. God, isn't it a nice one?”
“I thought it wasn’t about penis size.”
“It’s not, Geoff. But it is too. On the right guy. He’s the right guy.”
“It’s kind of weird looking.”
“You’re so jealous,” she laughed.
He watched her hand fumble with his big sleepy thing, saw his foreskin pucker and lurch, pout at him then tighten up as his wife’s pretty hand squeezed and played with it. Then down at his rock hard thing, bright and shiny, swollen glans, not looking very impressive at all.
“Hey, come here,” she said and she let them both go and motioned for him to sit up with her and he did. She slipped farther up the bed and put herself between him and Dino. She looked to Dino, examined his sleeping face, looking at one eye then the other. She came back, whispered, “Here,” and she took his hand and she led him towards Dino’s penis laying on his leg.
“What, no way, Nia,” he hissed.
“Come on, Geoff, I know you want to...”
“No, I don’t, Nia.”
She leaned in and she put her hands on his arms and she whispered into his ear, “Okay, but will you do it for me?”
She sat back and watched his face, her hands were behind her now, her long fingers scratching at her heels.
“What do you want me to do?”
She looked over her shoulder at Dino again, then turned and lowered herself towards his belly. She took Geoff’s hand and she led it to Dino again. This time he let her. His wife led her husband’s hand to touch another man’s penis. His heart pounded with the excitement. This was the dirtiest thing he could ever imagine. This was Nia’s doing. There was a curiosity there, a sexual instinct to measure another man, to feel what he had, to know what his wife felt when she touched her lover. Then there was a fear in him, laying over it all, heavy wet frightening tension that suffocated all the sensuality. If Dino opened his eyes, looked around Nia and saw him holding his penis he would beat the shit out of him. He knew it. But somehow the salacious an
d abhorrent lust of the woman he loved let his hand reach then close around her ex-boyfriend’s cock. Nia watched.
It was a hot soft chunk of gummy writhing flesh. So different than what he had. Not even similar. Different structure, different feel. His was a hard nub when it was soft, sheathed in bunches of warm skin. What Dino had was sexy and masculine. Long and heavy, cords and cables and tendons inside a sticky living thing. How could two penises be so different? It wasn’t just size. His heart sank at the lascivious thrill this penis put in his wife, now and for so many years. She enjoyed this man. Enjoyed what he had. Liked it when he was soft, liked it when he was hard. He was sexy and he was hung and he was the kind of man Nia should be with.
Nia kissed his cheek while he held Dino’s cock loosely, fearfully, felt its weight, its size in his hand. He moved it, eased it from side to side, rolled it in his grip.
“Hold it for me,” she whispered.
“I am...”
“Hold it steady...”
“Hold it steady?”
She turned and watched Dino’s eyes again, came back and lowered herself to him, kissed his hard belly, his hairs there twitching as her lips passed, working lower. His own cock ached now watching her. Ached painfully, like it might split. He cradled Dino’s big soft penis and Nia’s kisses made their way to it. She pursed them, pouting a kiss to his puckered end. Her tongue darted out and licked his foreskin, finding its opening and sinking into the wrinkled folds of his membranes.
With Nia lowered Dino wouldn't see what was happening between his legs, but Geoff saw his vacant face, eyes closed, lips parted. His heart pounded wildly against his ribs. Nia’s mouth engulfed Dino’s end now, sucked on it gently. Geoff squeezed Dino slightly, forced the blood into his end, felt his size yielding, felt it swell in size beyond his grip. Nia’s lips curled to a smile around the thing in her mouth. Her hand was over his now, touching him lightly and sensually, both of them holding her lover. She helped Geoff stroke him carefully.
His vision grew blurry with his rapid heart rate. His wife was so dirty. She moved his hand lower, down Dino’s wide shaft til it came off and she guided him to grip Dino’s balls. Nia continued to suck and gently pull on Dino’s cock and she used her husband’s hand to cradle his scrotum. Geoff felt them, held them, examined their size. These things he’d seen exposed to him swimming in Lake Mishigekegwag back on Canada Day. He’d been startled to see them when he hadn’t expected them. Their size had made his stomach hurt. Knowing they’d been handled by the woman he loved. Wondering all the dirty things she might have done with them. She’d done bad things, he knew it. She sucked on them. Did it right in front of him. Dino had said she used to love sucking on his balls. They were heavy and big, maybe twice the size of his own balls. He watched them fill the cup of his palm. Then he shuddered. He felt terrible at touching them. He felt suddenly sick. It was a violation, touching them. It was wrong. He let them down and he wiped his hand on the bed sheet.