Learning Lessons: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  Jess came in to the bedroom about an hour later and she was quietly laughing to herself about something. Pete wasn’t sure if he’d slept in that time or if he’d woken up just as she came in but he felt like he hadn’t been asleep at all. He watched her slip into the bedroom, try to be quiet, close the door behind her. She carefully walked in the dark, feeling along the wall with one hand until she made it to the bathroom. He could hear her brush her teeth in there, and then she peed. When she came to bed she was just in a pair of panties and a loose T-shirt. He watched her bare legs as she stumbled her way into their bed.

  When she was under the covers he moved to her, slid himself behind her until they were touching. He put his arm around her, wasn’t trying to get lucky, he just wanted to feel her. His hand was on her belly, felt her little tummy swollen from over-eating. He was feeling it too. Her hand went over his and it made him feel so good.

  He said, “We might have a little problem with Petey.”

  Her head turned swiftly on the pillow to him. “What is it?”

  “Jacob has been teasing him. Saying Tyler is your boyfriend.”

  “What?”

  “Petey’s not taking it well.”

  “What did you tell him?”

  “That it’s not true. Don’t listen to him.”

  “Oh,” she said, and she rubbed the back of his hand, staring at the ceiling and thinking.

  “But the real problem? It must be coming from Patty. Jacob must have heard her say something. Do you think she knows?”

  “That I fuck him while you watch? No, Pete, I have to be honest, she would never think that. No one would.”

  “I know, but do you care that my sister thinks that you are fucking him on your own? Behind my back. Because that’s what it would seem to be.”

  “Yes. Of course I do,” she said, eyes still open looking up at their stucco ceiling.

  “He’s got to go, Jess. I mean now.”

  Her head turned so she could face him, her silky blonde hair twisting on the pillow. She said, “We can’t do that, Pete. We can’t.”

  “He has to, Jess. It’s getting too crazy. Sara was here, your dad. This guy is in our house. What are people thinking—saying—behind our backs?”

  “You love it though,” she said provocatively.

  “Jess.” He wanted to be serious, but just the feel of her light lean body under his hands, the slight smell of her faded perfume, the dim silhouette of her pretty face turned to him—she could get away with anything.

  “You know you do. Watching me with him. Knowing he’s fucked me so good. Standing there with my dad right next to me. Seeing my dad shake hands, watch football, joke around with this man who makes me come so hard,” her fingernail touched his chest, then scratched down him, working over his belly, “Who’s got that big dick that I love. Knowing that I’ve done the dirtiest filthy things with that thick—”

  He tried again. “Jess. We can’t.” He held her wrist, stopped her hand from exploring.

  “Petey, we’re not kicking him out,” she said quite seriously.

  He lay for a while, looked up at the ceiling with her, felt her fingertips lightly scratching at his belly.

  “That’s bullshit about that job I arranged, for the record,” he said.

  “Sweetheart...”

  “No, really, I went all out to do that. To help him.”

  “I know.”

  “And he turns it down? I mean, who turns down a job that pays well? That has benefits. I would have made him a manager.”

  “I know.”

  “You know how many people I see come through there that would kill for that job? Julio has a hundred cousins would cut Tyler’s throat if I said that’s what it would take to get that job from him. He won’t even consider it? Do you know how many people deserved it over him, ones already with me for a few years would have shit their pants when I gave it to him? The trouble that would give me? I put my neck on the—”

  “Pete, I understand your frustration, but he’s a teacher.”

  “He’s not. He’s a guy who needs a job. To get out of our house.”

  “Pete, slow down. He is a teacher. You got him a great job. I know it. I know it, okay? But honey, the job is so good he’d never be able to leave. He’d never be a teacher if he took such a good job. He’d just become a part of Save-Mart and never go on to do the things he wanted to do.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “Hey,” she said, pat her palm on his stomach, “what were your big plans?”

  He shook his head slowly in his pillow. “I thought I was going to be the big hero today.”

  She smiled, said, “You are to me. I know.”

  He turned to her, wanted to see her face, he said, “Do you really think you’re falling in love with him?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Jess?”

  “No,” she said, finally, still looking up. “He’s just a kid, Petey. He’s in a different stage of his life.”

  “He’s attracted to you.”

  “Do you think so?”

  “Fuck, Jess. Of course he is. You’re beautiful. And the things you do to him?”

  “Do you think he...do you think he thinks I’m good in bed?”

  He let her wrist go, put his palm across her thin neck, brushed his thumb on her cheek, said. “Jess you are good in bed. How could you think...what more could you do? You’re incredible. He’s a hot twenty-five-year-old guy and look at you—you’ve got him eating out of your hand.”

  “Do you think Sara is in the same league as me? That Tyler would go for her? You wanted to set them up...” she whispered to him, he could feel her get warm under his fingers.

  “You’re so much prettier than her, sweetheart. You are. He wouldn’t go for her. You’re the special one.” He kissed her forehead and she put her hand around his wrist and held him. “I just wanted him out of the house. That’s why I said they could be a couple.”

  “Petey, he’ll leave when it’s time,” she said.

  “It is time.”

  “No, Pete, it’s not.”

  “He shouldn’t be around the kids.”

  She said, “Oh, come on, why?”

  “He’s on drugs.”

  “He’s on drugs?” she pulled back, her eyebrows up in the centre, making the cutest little furrow in her brow.

  “The steroids, Jess.”

  She tsked, rolled her eyes, said, “No, he’s not.”

  “That’s impossible, Jess. Impossible that he’s not on steroids.”

  “It’s not. He’s been lifting weights since he was thirteen.”

  “He’s so big.”

  “Some men are just genetically gifted,” she said, and her hand went down his forearm and over his shoulder, travelling again and he knew where it was headed. She was in the mood tonight. “Some men are born big and strong and they’ll just be that way no matter what they do. Some men are born with little tiny dicks,” her hand went under his waistband, “and some are born with big long heavy things that can swing around, slap their thighs while they walk.” Her fingernails dragged over his scrotum. “Pete, you’ve seen his balls. If he was on steroids his balls would shrink. They’d stop producing testosterone, shut themselves down. He has big, huge balls. I’ve held them—they’re not shut down at all. They’re vibrant, bursting—”

  “Okay, Jess, that’s enough.”

  He could see her smiling, the moonlight putting a little twinkle in her eye. She could feel him growing, his little thing hardening against her wrist. “I’ve put them in my mouth, Petey, and sucked on them,” her finger slid up the underside of his erection, “they’re so big I can only get one in at a time, Petey.” She was laughing, her thighs were rubbing together under the sheets and she slid one leg up over his, whispered, “Oh, Petey, you should feel what it’s like when he empties them inside you...”

  “Jess, are you drunk?”

  “Maybe a little,” she giggled.

  Pete kissed her forehea
d and asked her, “How much wine did you have?”

  She squinted, gave him a cute smile, said, “A little more than I should have.”

  He kissed her chin and she tilted her head back in the pillow.

  “You want to put that little thing inside me and try to get me off?”

  “I do.”

  “Tyler’s been stretching me so wide, do you think you can even do it? Do you think I’ll even feel you?”

  “I can do other things too, Jess,” he whispered to her.

  “Petey, would you go down on me? While I think about Tyler,” she put an arm around his neck.

  Their bedroom door opened quietly, Tyler slipped in holding onto the doorknob, then turned and closed the door without making a sound, let the latch go quietly. They stopped, Pete looking over at this violation, Jess looking over her shoulder with him. They watched him looking around, wide-eyed. Their eyes were used to the dark but Tyler couldn’t see a thing, he crouched, took a step, whispered, “Jess?”

  Jess whispered back, “Over here.”

  Jess turned away from him, her hand came out of his pants and she left his embrace. Tyler made his way to the edge of their bed. He had an urge to grab her roughly by her slender shoulder, yank her around and bore his eyes into her hers, make her feel the hurt she gave him, but he didn’t. He bounced in the bed, turned himself around and put his back to them, pulled the sheets up to his ears.

  Jess whispered, “Oh, no, no, you can’t come in here, Tyler.”

  “I just want to talk before bed.”

  “Oh, Tyler.”

  “Come on, Jessy.”

  “Is the door locked?”

  “Yeah.”

  Pete heard Jess lift the sheets for him, inviting him into their bed. Then he was in, Pete could feel his heavy weight shifting around behind him, making the springs squeak.

  Tyler whispered, “Conrad fell asleep watching Sportsbreak.”

  “Didn’t you wake him up?”

  “No. He’s fine.”

  “You should wake him up, send him to the hotel. Ah, no, he can’t drive can he?”

  “None of us can, Jessy. He’s sleeping just fine on the couch. I put a blanket over him.”

  “Do you like him?”

  “Yeah, he’s a good dude.”

  “Ah, oh, Tyler.” There was movement behind him, ruffling fabric, skin on skin.

  Tyler said, “You feel so good, you’re so warm down there.”

  “Mm. How was your game?”

  “Steelers won.”

  “Ah, mm. You must be happy,” her voice was breathy, airy.

  “Where my hand is makes me happy.”

  She sighed, then it turned to a little giggle. “You can’t be in here.”

  Tyler whispered, “We can be quiet.”

  “Pete’s right here.”

  “He can watch. I don’t care.”

  “The boys...my dad’s right downstairs.”

  “Dinner was incredible,” Tyler said.

  “Do you think everyone had a good time?”

  “Oh, for sure.”

  “Did everyone like the dinner? Get enough to eat?”

  “Get enough to eat? Feel my stomach...”

  Pete could feel Jess shifting around behind him, her elbow went into his back.

  Jess giggled, “Someone’s losing their abs.”

  “It’s your fault.” Pete heard a kiss, a sound like Tyler had kissed her. “Will you still want to fuck me when you make me fat?”

  Jess’ elbow was still moving against his back, she said, “I think you’re sexier than ever right now.”

  “Really? You wouldn’t care if I got big and fat?”

  “No.”

  “Well, I’m not going to. I like watching your eyes when you see me naked.”

  “I do love your muscles...”

  “Do you want me to get peeled again?”

  “What's that?”

  “Do you want me to get ripped again?”

  “I like you however you want you to be.”

  Pete didn’t really see a difference in how he looked. He looked the same. Maybe just a little smoother. But he didn’t get as close as Jess did, get as good a look or put his hands on him.

  “Remember that night we were together down in the family room and you came from touching me?”

  Jess snorted, “Yes.”

  “That made me crazy.”

  Jess whispered, “I was a little worked up.” Her hands were doing something again, Pete could feel her elbow tapping into the middle of his back.

  “That was incredible that night.”

  “A bit awkward.”

  Tyler laughed, agreed, “A bit.”

  Pete said, “Guys?”

  “What’s wrong, Pete?” Jess said.

  “I have to work in the morning.”

  They giggled, he could hear them, feel them moving behind him. Giggling so hard now they were making the bed shake.

  Tyler whispered, “It's hard to stay lean during this time of year especially when my little lady makes a big Thanksgiving dinner and, God, Christmas is just around the corner.”

  Jess laughed, tried to keep it quiet.

  Christmas?

  “I’ll have to do it in the new year. I'll get myself all cut up again you can feel my muscles.”

  Pete said out loud, “You should be in your own bedroom.”

  “I locked the door, Pete.”

  “Did you?” Pete hissed over his shoulder.

  “Yeah, I did,” Tyler said firmly.

  Jess’s back had been sliding down his and now he could feel the soft little soles of her bare feet against his own. He jumped when she touched his kickstand-toe. A zipper was being drawn down, under the bed covers.

  Pete said, “Jess?”

  “What” her voice was muffled, she was under the sheets.

  “Nothing,” he said.

  Tyler gasped, “Oh, fuck, you’re such a good, good, girl.”

  Jess was blind below the blankets but her fingers worked under the denim, her wrist scratching on the teeth of Tyler’s zipper. His cock was warm, half-hard—firm but flexible—and she pulled it out of his unzipped pants. She kissed along the top of it, worked her lips down to his glans and then pushed it into her mouth. She squeezed at his balls still stuffed behind the rough cotton pants and she heard him groan up above her. Her head bobbed on him but the big thing kept folding up on her so she gripped him firmly with one hand at his base. That really worked for him and he let his legs open and more of that fantastic cock emerged from his pants. She pushed him gently on his hip while her mouth was still on him and he rolled to his back and she moved with him, kneeling now over him. His hands pushed his pants down and she lightly stroked him and played with his sticky balls while he got them down his legs and kicked them off.

  She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. She said, “Take your shirt off.”

  Pete was plaintively watching her kneel there in the moonlight coming in their bedroom window and it made her nipples harden. She felt like the most important girl in the world. She smiled knowing his eyes were playing over her smooth skin, looking at her pretty breasts swing.

  “Yours too,” she said to Pete and she watched his sad face change.

  Tyler took his shirt off and threw it on the bedroom floor and she let her palms slide all over his beautiful but Thanksgiving-bloated body.

  Pete sat up and he pulled his V-neck over his head then clutched it to himself, hid his weak body from them. He stared at her, blinking.

  She stroked Tyler, said, “Your pants too.”

  Pete floundered around, rocking from side to side, getting his pants pulled down under him, hiding his penis from them. He tossed his clothes off the edge of the bed and sat cross legged, sideways to them his hands between his legs covering himself. She could see him blinking.

  She said, “Let us see it.”

  “Jess,” he complained.

  “We’re all friends, Petey.”

 
; She felt funny about it when he finally took his hands away and he laid back uneasily. She felt embarrassed.

  Not embarrassed for him but embarrassed for herself. Like she was in high school and her cool friends just caught her talking to her nerdy friend from middle school. She was embarrassed for Tyler to see her husband naked knowing that was what Jess had got for herself, what she had settled for. Pete was representative of her and seeing Pete’s shame would somehow make Tyler think there was something wrong with Jess. She cursed herself for thinking so horrible about the father of her children.

  But there it was: Pete’s little pecker hard as could be sticking up out of his messy pubic hair, pointing forty-five degrees towards his belly. His small tight ball sack bundled up, tightly hugging his skinny shaft. Thing wasn’t much longer than her fist.

  “Oh, Petey,” she said, shaking her head.

  She got herself down between Tyler’s legs again and she stroked his floppy cock and sucked on the end of it. Performing for Pete who she knew had his eyes glued to her every move. She stroked Tyler, held her hand in a wide c-shape around his girth making him look to Pete even bigger than he was. She moaned and hummed like Tyler had the tastiest cock in the world. Right now her handsome boyfriend tasted very salty; like a man who’d just spent the whole day sitting on the couch, eating, watching football, and drinking. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but he also tasted like gravy. It didn’t matter, he had her so hot that even this different, dirty kind of Tyler was sexy as she could imagine. She sucked him until he she had that big thing hard and then she let her left hand wander until it found Pete’s little penis. She gripped it and stroked it and just that simple contact made her husband shudder and jump and she was worried this was going to be over before it started. So she squeezed him instead and held him. Let him feel her hand on him, her thumb on his tip, but didn’t give him too much. He was the kind to come quite suddenly.

  She let him go and winked, said, “Touch me, Pete. Act like you’re a man, like you know what you’re doing.”

  “O-okay.”

  Jess held Tyler’s scrotum up in the V of her right hand and she ran her tongue over his balls while Tyler watched her. Pete put his hands on her back, rubbed her, moved down her waist and over her rump until he was between her legs. He felt good down there, running his fingers through her damp folds. She was on her knees and her rump was up in the air and she swayed it for Pete, let him know she liked what he was doing.