Learning Lessons: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  “Where do you want me?” he asked her.

  “Just sit on this stool,” she said, patting it with her palms. He got himself turned around in the tight space and sat back on it. “Now what?”

  Jess clutched the collar of her robe, looked down at him sitting before her. His legs were open, his huge cock and balls hanging heavy over the edge of the stool. Hanging down more than half a foot.

  “What?”

  “Oh. You just look incredibly good right now.”

  Tyler leaned back, put his elbows on the counter behind him. “Hot water makes it hang,” he said.

  “I’ll say.” She stepped between his legs, ran her hands over his muscles, over his stomach. “You are the hottest thing ever.”

  “You are too,” he said, and he kissed her chin, up to her lip, pulled it between his.

  “Whoa, whoa,” she said, shaking it off, pushing away from him. “We’ve got work to do here.”

  He smiled at her, a little too devilish. Made her want to climb on him and eat him alive.

  She couldn’t believe this perfection was here with her in her bathroom. Same boring, small space she used every morning for the last six years. Showering, pooping, peeing, makeup, hair. Now, look at this. Look at what was sitting here right in front of her. She was so lucky she could spend time with a physical being so perfect. Couldn’t believe she could pull something so hot, so young.

  “Whew,” she said, cleared her throat, “okay.”

  Her glasses had fogged up again so she cleaned them on a flap of her robe. She got her scissors and started clipping at the long strands of pubic hair around his penis. Pinched clumps in between her fingers then clipped them away, sprinkled them on the floor next to her. She kept going around, pulling and snipping. When she started clipping the long hairs coming out of his scrotum, it shrivelled up, pulled his big balls up high, right in front of her eyes. “Oh, my,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Your balls are really afraid of scissors,” she laughed.

  “I don’t think they trust you.”

  “Aww, they don’t? After I’ve been so good to them?”

  She blasted a few blueberry-pomegranate lines into her hand from the Lady Shave gel can. Knelt down between his legs in front of his pendulous genitals. The sun was bright through the window and she was up close in front of this thing, seeing it in dirty, dirty high-definition. It was magnificent. She worked the gel on him starting on his belly, working it into the patchy scruff she’d left on him. She stroked it partway down his shaft, feeling an incredible horny surge rush through her that almost made her shudder. His penis was so soft, so big and slippery in her hand. Her heart was starting to beat in her eardrums.

  “Don’t get it in my hole.”

  “Yeah, okay,” she said.

  Jess wiped her hands off on the towel, brought her pasta bowl down, already filled with hot water. Fresh pink lady razor right out of the wrapper, popped the cap off it. Her left hand cradled his cock, held it out, but when she brought the razor to it her hand was shaking like mad.

  “Oh, no, you’re sure you can do this?”

  “Yeah, yeah, you’ve just got my heart racing is all.” She shook her arm out, rotated her hand on a swivel at the end of her wrist. It was steadier when she brought it back. She worked down his belly, scratching his hair away one swath at a time. She got his belly cleared, right to where his penis came out of his body. She swished the blade in the pasta bowl, rinsed it off. The razor worked down his shaft, starting at the base and coming down halfway. He had some hairs there she wanted to get rid of.

  “You’re getting hard,” she warned him.

  “Blame me? Open your robe for me.”

  “No way. We’ll be on the floor in no time, this thing buried in me.”

  “You’re right. That sounds terrible.”

  “This is for Pete today. We’re going to make him suffer. Okay?”

  “I’m game.”

  “Gosh, Tyler, don’t get hard, I can’t control myself.”

  “That’s making me harder.”

  She laughed, the blade shaking on his slippery penis.

  “Careful.”

  “There,” she said, squinting through her glasses at his bald tool. “Now I have to do your balls.”

  She rinsed the blade off again, swished it around, got it clean and hot. She held his penis off to the side, up against his thigh. It was blocking her light, they should probably turn around, but Pete could be home any minute and they didn’t have much time. She went over it and over it, swiping the front then the back, but every time she’d check she’d find another long hair there and then she’d do it all over again.

  Finally, she thought she was done. “Bald as can be,” she proclaimed, holding it in her hand and flipping it from side to side.

  “Did it make it look bigger?”

  She laughed at that one, made her toss her head back. “It sure did,” she said.

  She lifted the bowl up and let his penis and scrotum sink into it. She used the water from the bowl, splashing it up his shaft and onto his belly. “That’s good,” she said, picked her towel up and dried him off.

  “There we go,” she said, stood up and grabbed her cocoa butter, shook the bottle.

  “What’s that?”

  “Probably your favourite part,” she said, squirting it into her hand. “Stand up.”

  He stood up and got himself right in front of her. She looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling in the light from the bathroom window. She sucked her lower lip right into her mouth. She rubbed the lotion into his balls, starting at the back, then the front pulling them down, then she worked his cock, rubbing it up and down. It made him groan, and she could see he wanted to bend down and kiss her. Her hands went up and down him, her eyes locked on his. He was pretty hard. It was getting a little uncomfortable. She was about to lose her control and spread her legs for him. She undid her robe, let it hang open. She pushed her bare body against him, his cock sticking up flat on her belly, sliding in between her breasts. She rubbed her body against it, felt it hard against her ribs, against her stomach, pressing it between them. She looked up into his eyes, felt his big hands work over her back under her robe.

  A car door slammed out front and she darted to the window, tying her robe up. Pete was home.

  “Okay, he’s here, he’s here,” she said. “Quick, go jump into the bed.”

  Well, it was done. It was done and it was horrible.

  He’d managed to put it off for four weeks now. A month and three days.

  He’d fired Karla. She didn’t take it well. She threw a tantrum, knocked a paperweight from his desk. Then she cried and he’d looked around his office, didn’t know what to do. He watched her sob into her hands in the chair across from his desk and, when he stood up to see if he could find the nerve to put his hand on her back, she called him a fucking asshole. When she left she slammed the door so hard the little sign with his name had flown right off it. It took them a few minutes to find it, him and Tamicka going around on their hands and knees until she found it under a desk leaning up against a waste basket.

  After it was over he left, got out of the office. He went and sat in the crapper for fifteen minutes. Sat there talking to himself quietly with his pants still buttoned up.

  He was very glad to be home.

  His front door was yanked open, pulled inwards as his hands came a breath from the handle. He jumped.

  “Pete, get in here, quick.”

  Jess was standing there holding the door. She was wearing her short cotton robe, her legs bare, nothing on her feet.

  “Jess, what is it, what’s wrong?”

  “Come in, it’s good. Something I want to show you.”

  He stepped in, still a bit slow for her liking and she pulled the arm of his coat.

  “Come on, it’s cold out there.” She pulled his briefcase from him, tossed it into the closet.

  “What is it?”

  She was on the stairs
already. “Pete the boys are at your sister’s for dinner, I said you’d pick them up. Please come on, we only have an hour.”

  He watched her legs as she went up the stairs, felt himself get a little aroused. What was this?

  He followed her up, watching the flex of her calf, her perfect toes.

  “Baby, what are you going to do?” he asked her.

  “I’ll show you. I can’t wait, Pete, I’ve been absolutely dying to do this.”

  “You’ve got me excited, Jess,” he was rushing up behind her.

  “Yeah, look,” she held the door open for him and he went into the bedroom, loosening his tie.

  Tyler was stretched across their queen size bed absolutely naked. He lay his huge body corner to corner, his head on the pillow that Pete would rest his head on tonight.

  He was beautiful, Pete had to admit. The lacy curtains were drawn and the afternoon light played across all the deep peaks and valleys of his abs, his chest. He was the kind of dirty thing you would see on cards girls would give each other at Bachelorettes then giggle, cover their mouths. He had both his hands laced behind his head.

  “Hey, Pete.”

  “Hey,” Pete said.

  Jess locked the bedroom door behind her, said, “Okay, Pete, I want you to sit up on the pillow. My pillow.”

  “What?”

  She moved past him, patted her pillow. Sit right next to Tyler?

  “Jess, I don’t know...”

  “Please, Pete, just do it. Hurry.”

  Pete went to the bed and sat himself down, tucked one leg under the other, kept his other foot on the floor. He looked awkwardly at Tyler, so close to him. Tyler nodded to him, and he nodded back.

  “Pete, look,” she said. She was standing at the foot of the bed, one knee on it now in between Tyler’s feet. She got down and ran her hand over Tyler’s penis. It was hanging straight down, resting on the bed and he couldn’t see it. “See?” Jess picked it up and let it fall across his hip. “And...” she held his balls up now, “I shaved him.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, just now. You should feel how smooth it is.” She was running her fingers over it, petting it.

  “Jess, it was a really bad day.”

  “Pete, don’t ruin this. Don’t be the party-pooper. Okay? I want you to watch something.”

  He did feel aroused. She was being so weird, so dirty, it was doing something to him. More to his heart and soul, to the pit of his stomach, than his penis, but he had to admit she had his attention.

  “All right, Jess. I’ll watch. Show me.”

  “Okay, baby,” she said.

  She stood up and undid the belt of her robe. He felt a sudden urge within him again, to stand up and stop this. Whatever it was it was going to be it was wrong, it was bad.

  She opened her robe, shrugged her shoulders out and let it fall onto the floor.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Pete said. She was watching Tyler. She put her knee back on the bed. Her body was amazing. So perfectly feminine, so soft and smooth. Her breasts swayed as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled up Tyler’s body. She got herself right over him face to face, kissed him, looked into his eyes. “Remember, don’t move,” she said to him.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  She buried her face in the crook of his neck, kissing him, hidden in the tangle of her white-blonde hair. She worked away in there, Tyler lifting his head to let her do it. She kissed down his collar, then into his armpits. Pete could see her tongue out, flattened against his thick hair there, licking him. She bit at his arms, drew the lines of a dragon tattoo with the tip of her tongue. Then she was on his chest, kissing him, pulling on his nipples, biting and plucking them. Her hands scratched at his rock hard belly, pulled at his tight skin with her tiny fingernails. She got lower, her face over his big shaved penis. It had got a bit hard, stuck on the skin of his hip and had gone U-shaped like a diver doing the jack-knife. She kept her mouth off it, only let him feel her breath, then she was down his thigh, biting his knee. Kissing down to his feet, then getting on her knees at the foot of the bed. She licked the sole of his foot and Tyler shivered. Her mouth went over his big toe and she sucked on it.

  “For Christ’s sake, Jess,” Pete said.

  She smiled, her lips still wrapped around his toe, knowing she was killing her husband. She sucked on his toe, her eyes on Pete, her lips wrapped around it purposely making it look like a blowjob. Then she was pulling his toes apart and licking in between them, her soft wet tongue squishing in between and sliding through to the top side.

  “Jesus,” Pete whispered, shaking his head.

  Jess got back on the bed, walked on her knees in between his legs, stopping at his thighs. Her hand straightened out his penis, watched it move on its own as it started to stretch out of its wrinkled skin right in front of her. Then she bent in between his legs, her right hand circled his scrotum and pinched it, held his balls off to the side, against his thigh and out of the way. She licked below his sack, pushing her tongue hard against him there. Tyler moaned next to him and Pete looked at him. The King. Laying back receiving this pleasure from his wife, hands behind his head like he was on a hammock after he’d mowed the lawn. His eyes were closed, his lips parted.

  Tyler brought his knees up, spread his legs and Jess worked deeper, going lower.

  “Aungh,” Tyler groaned. He lifted his butt off the bed, planting his heels and curling his toes up.

  Jess drove her tongue between his cheeks, still holding the kid’s big balls off to the side.

  “For fuck’s sake, Jess.”

  He could see her back shaking with a laugh. She thought this was funny.

  She pulled his balls straight up now so she could fit her head under them. She got her tongue right into his anus, he figured, given Tyler’s reaction. She was still laughing, he could hear it in the moan she gave as she washed him up and down.

  Then she was back up and she bit at the taut flesh of his scrotum, her bared teeth running over his testicles. Tyler dropped himself back down.

  “Agh,” he said, sounding pained. She smoothed her pouted lips over them, running their soft plumped shape across his sensitive parts. Her hand let them down gently.

  “Don’t you like his cock when it’s shaved?”

  Pete didn’t answer, just watched her.

  “I do,” she said, sounding disappointed that he wasn’t playing along.

  She was stroking it now, looking at it in her hand, looking almost cross-eyed, sleepy. Tyler wasn’t hard really, but he was getting there, filling up his wife’s hand with his big soft tool. She pushed the fat head of his cock past her pouted lips with her index finger. He was soft enough that she could suck it in, his penis squishing past her lips. She sucked on it, her eyes closed, her fingers working his thick bald shaft.

  “Ahh, that feels incredible,” Tyler moaned next to him.

  Jess kept at it, sucking and stroking, the kid’s cock getting thicker and stiffer in his wife’s hand. When she pulled him out of her mouth, letting it go with a satisfying pop, his wet cock head was full and plump.

  “It’s so big, Petey,” she said.

  She held it in her hand, swiping the underside of it with her outstretched tongue watching Pete’s reaction.

  He was dying. He felt like he was eroding right here in front of these two lovers. Like a good stiff breeze could come along and blow his dusty body away forever.

  “It’s kind of hard to suck him off,” she said. She was tapping his stiffened cock on her cheek. “But I’m going to do my best.” She gripped him by the base and ran him across her cheek over her pointed tongue then the other cheek.

  “I’ve thought a lot about putting his bare cock in my mouth. I couldn’t wait for this.” She ran her pink tongue up the underside then plunged her mouth over the top, stuffing his fat end past her lips. She couldn’t get him very deep in her mouth. The skin of Tyler’s cock was bunching up along his shaft between his wife’s grip and her stretched out
lips.

  Then she started working her head on him, bobbing up and down on it, giving it a slight twist, rolling her head on her thin pretty neck. It was making Tyler moan, and his breath was heavy and slow.

  Pete watched her pleasure him. She took her time with it, going very slow, then suddenly very fast. She would run a hand up him, then slide her delicate fingertips back down, then grip his balls quickly making him buckle and grunt. She never took her lips off the end of his cock. She dragged it out, making Tyler suffer. Pete looked at the clock by the bedside. She’d had this kid on the edge for almost half an hour. Half an hour with this guy’s cock inside her mouth and she hadn’t once taken a break, come up for air.

  She had him close a few times, Pete could tell, his legs trembled and shook the bed. Tyler wanted to come but his wife wouldn’t let him. She backed off her stroking, backed off her sucking, let it subside and it would make him whimper. For a few minutes, she had let his cock go, held it only in her mouth, her arms stretched up his torso, her little hands raking across the muscles of his stomach. That had her moaning. Jess really loved this boy’s body. Tyler arched his back a few times like he was in pain, his face contorted and his hands covered his own face, his arms flexing and shaking.

  She slowed, after what seemed like an impossible amount of time to suck a cock, she brought her knees up closer to him, got herself kneeling over him. She wrapped both her hands around his shaft, kept them together, her mouth was still over the end of him. He looked so incredibly huge in his wife’s hands. How could he be so big?

  Then Jess’s head was bobbing and her hands stroked him in unison. It was on now. Even Tyler sensed it. His body relaxed as he focused everything he had on getting some release, on finally coming. His hands went back behind his head, his eyes were closed again, and he grunted with every thrust of Jess's mouth down his cock.

  “Oh, my God,” Pete heard him whisper.

  Jess's hands were stroking him vigorously now. She was going to let him come. She was going to make him come.