Learning Lessons: A Losing His Wife Novel

by KT Morrison

  She let her tongue slide all over it, push his big balls around inside his bag, left and right up and down. She even bit at it a little bit.

  “Hey, Tyler?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Where you hiding that thing? All I see is balls back here.”

  He laughed a little, said, “I’m laying on it.”

  She slid a hand up alongside his balls, moving underneath his body.

  “Which side?”

  “Uhh...to the right,” he said and he lifted his hips up off the bed a bit for her. She found it going sideways across his hip on the right. Not hard yet, but it was on its way. She took it, pulled it straight down between his legs, his balls draped over it.

  “Mm, I found it,” she told him. Made him laugh with that.

  She bent between his legs and kissed the underside of it. Kissed that little cleft on the bottom side of his fat cock head, took her tongue and slid it up and down that crease. He moaned. She kissed her way up the underside of his shaft until her nose was into his balls again. Then kissed her way back to the tip.

  “Oh, Jess,” he moaned, a chuckle breaking it up.

  He was getting firmer under her tongue. Her thumb went under it and she lifted it off the bed a bit so she could slip his glans inside her mouth. She sucked him inside, swirled her tongue around and around. Sucked and released, let him hear that suction pop. She went on and on, kissing his shaft, tickling his tip with her tongue, sucking and stroking a little until she had him very hard. She got up on her knees, sat her rump back on her heels and looked at it between his legs from this angle. Her new man with his unbelievable body, legs slightly spread, his manhood hard, laying on the bed almost halfway down his thighs. His handsome face turned sideways on the pillow.

  “Come on Tyler, you’re awake now, roll over for me, baby.” Her neck was getting sore.

  “You ready?”

  “For what?”

  He sleepily turned himself over, but his eyes were on hers, watching her.

  He rolled onto his back slowly. His long, hard cock wagged straight out then fell on its side across his hip. He rolled over and put his arms up under his head, tucked them under the white cotton pillow. He was absolutely ripped.

  “Oh my God, Tyler, what have you done?” she laughed. She covered her mouth with her hands, let him see her excitement. Played it up, but, yeah, she really was excited.

  “Surprise. I got peeled for the trip.”

  He looked like he had no body fat. Zero. She could see every separated slab that made up his abs. Muscles that went from his abs to his ribs, muscles on his ribs. Veins ran up from his groin and slipped in between the ridges of his midsection, disappearing somewhere.

  “You like?” he said to her.

  “You are gorgeous,” she said.

  “Chicken, fish, and greens, for like three weeks now.”

  “Uh-huh,” she was admiring.

  “I know how you like it, babe. God, hardest part was keeping it from you.”

  “Oh, Tyler, your body...” she said and she got on all fours and crawled over him, got her face over his chest and kissed him there, then worked down. She gave him the same treatment she gave his backside but kissing his sexy front had got her plenty aroused. Downright horny. Hornier. She kissed and felt, bit her way down him until the tip of that big dick was under her chin.

  “Mm, Tyler, you’re so perfect,” she said.

  “You are s—oh, man,” he gasped as her tongue slid quickly from the tip of his penis down his shaft and between his balls.

  His balls went into her mouth, just one at a time, played with them in there. Her hand stroked his shaft, her thumb made circles over the hole. She got him hard as a rock.

  “Oh, wait, Jess,” he said, “please, baby, take that shirt off, show it to me again.”

  She sat back on her haunches, smiled for him, seductively. She folded her arms up, grabbed the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She let him see her bare chest, loved to feel his approving eyes on her. She inhaled, filled herself up, said, “How does it look?”

  “Oh Jess, very sexy, baby,” he said, and he softly touched under her breast with his fingers.

  She’d gone with him, maybe after a few too many drinks in the city, and he convinced her to get a tattoo. She got the phrase ‘Live Free,’ like Tyler’s knuckles. Done in a very feminine, swooping calligraphic font over her ribs just under her right breast. It hurt like the dickens for a while but it was mostly healed up now. It wasn’t red or raw anymore.

  Tyler said, “Jess you look so amazing right now. This light...”

  He leaned to the bedside table and grabbed his phone, “Jessy, let me get a picture of you.” He flicked through screens getting to his camera.

  “I don’t know, Tyler...”

  “Don’t you want to see how pretty you look?”

  She giggled, “No.”

  “Please, Jess.”

  “Not my face.”

  “Baby...”

  “Not my face. That’s the kind of thing that gets a girl like me fired.”

  “You’re already on thin ice, aren’t you?” he said, smiling at her slyly. He snapped a picture.

  “Tyler!” She was mad. She hit his stomach with the bottom of her fist.

  He was laughing. “Jess, Jess, I swear, your face isn’t in it.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Come see,” he said. He was looking at his phone. She lay next to him, pressed up against his side.

  “See?” he said and he showed her the screen.

  Her face wasn’t in it. Just her breasts, her tummy, the tops of her thighs. It put her on fire seeing herself like that. It kind of made her feel a little crazy inside. A good crazy. She looked really nice in that picture. The way the sun came in the room and played on her—she looked really nice.

  “Hold on,” she said, rolled and got her glasses from the table next to the bed. She looked again.

  “I like it,” she said reluctantly.

  He turned his head to her, said, “I want to film us together.”

  “Doing what?” she said dubiously.

  “Making love.”

  “Tyler...”

  “Look how good you look, Jess. No faces.”

  She wanted to. She wanted to be talked into it—but she knew she would do it. Knew she wanted to before he even asked.

  “How?” she asked him quietly. Her hand snuck across his hard belly and grabbed his cock, lightly stroked it.

  “Whatever you want, Jess.”

  She watched her hand on him, looked at his wonderful cock in her grip. Watched that little hole in his big tip winking at her as she went up and down him.

  She slipped her panties off, sat up and made her way to his hips, kept her back to him, faced his feet. She gripped one of his thighs and turned her head over her shoulder, told him, “Okay.”

  She heard the ding that he was recording. She took his cock in her hand and she guided the tip between her legs. Worked her hips on it, back and forth, getting him wet from her. She was soaking. Then she held him steady and she slowly sat back on him, let him sink inside her. Once he was in, her other hand came back, gripped his other thigh. Her head fell forward as she felt his awesome size push her apart. “Aungh,” she moaned-gasped. “Mm,” fuck, could you recognize that sound as her on a dirty video? She didn’t care right now. He felt so good inside her. Painfully large at first, his entry always consumed her, rushed all her attention to the feeling between her legs. Feeling forced apart, claimed. There was no ignoring his presence. He had her full attention.

  “Ah, baby,” she sighed, keeping it to a whisper, keeping her voice out of it.

  She felt the camera’s eye on her. She put on a show.

  Jess did all the work. Sliding her rump up and down, shaking and wagging from side to side. Letting his big thing almost come right out and then bouncing down hard again on her young lover. Tyler kept himself quiet. He didn’t ruin it by worrying her with his voice in t
he video, or worse, actually moaning her name. He let her work, let her make them both feel good.

  She folded her feet up over his hip bones, got complete control of his thing inside her. Now she could shorten her thrusts down his shaft, fuck him more forcefully. Her girl muscles squeezed him and sucked on his tip as she let him almost fall out of her. Then she would thrust back and down, take him deeper, hear him groan. She wagged and swayed, bounced and dipped, brought him right to the edge. His grunts were quick and desperate now. She wanted to look over her shoulder, see that handsome face with the parted lips. See him close his eyes as he shot himself inside her. She loved to watch him come. He made her feel so good.

  She felt the tremors in his legs as his big balls started to send their generous contents forward. His fluids charging through tubes, spiralling through all sorts of organic delivery systems; his cock flexed and surged. He pulled out of her, guiding her rump forward with one big hand. His hot, wet seed landed up her back, bubbled and spurted from him, and she felt its heat spread across her bare ass. Tyler muted his pleasure, bit his lips and grunted. He splashed and splashed, and she had to suck her own lips into her mouth to stop herself from gasping out his wonderful name.

  His phone dinged as he stopped recording. She glanced over her shoulder at him, saw him with his head turned, his eyes closed. His phone was clenched face down on his chest, clutched in his hand. She laughed and giggled, wiggled her butt against his hot cock that she could still feel pressed against the soft flesh of her cheeks.

  “Oh-ho, oh baby,” she said.

  She could feel him laugh himself back to life underneath her, his body shaking with happiness. He gently slapped his tool against her bare ass.

  “Oh, Jess,” he said, “you are so wicked.”

  She turned, lowered herself to his hard belly. She kept his eyes on his and snarled for him. She found a white splash on his stomach and she ran her tongue to it. She swallowed it up, then, with her pouted lips, kissed her way along his unbelievably hard belly. She collapsed in the crook of his arm, rested her head against his shoulder. She could feel his semen turning cold on the skin of her back. She pulled a sheet up, touched it back there to take it away, Tyler pressed it to her and helped her dry herself. She did a happy, slinky waggle against his naked body while he did.

  “Let’s see it,” she said.

  His chin touched the top of her head and he held her to him while he put the phone out where they both could watch. His thumb worked the screen, found its way to play the video back for them.

  It was very strange to see herself like that. Just her rump, her hand holding his hard cock. Wow, he was big. Then her hand playing his tip against her folds, you could hear their wet sounds played back through the tinny phone speakers. The light was dim so she couldn’t get much detail of what she looked like when it was sinking inside her, but she had to admit it was hot watching that thing disappear inside her body. It was very dirty. More dirty than she had expected.

  She watched herself try and be sexy, wag her butt for the camera with Tyler’s cock inside her. She giggled and covered her mouth.

  “That’s what it looks like?”

  “Oh, mm-hmm,” Tyler grunted.

  She could see her bare feet come up, her toes curl up as she flexed and tried to get control of him. “Aw, look how tiny my feet are. Oh, it makes my ass look kind of big...”

  “Are you fucking kidding. You are so fucking sexy.”

  “Am I?”

  “You’re perfect, babe,” he said and kissed the top of her head.

  She looked up into his eyes, ran her hand over his forehead and scratched her fingers through his thick hair.

  “Look, Jess,” he said, eyes still on the screen.

  She watched again. It got uglier. She leaned forward in the video, that big thing spread her opening wide. She saw her pink girl parts skewered for the first time. She covered her mouth, gasped, “That’s my—oh!”

  “That is. That’s your cute little butthole,” he laughed.

  “Oh, turn it off,” she gasped and she put her palm over the screen.

  He was shaking her with his laughing, pulling his hand away so he could still watch. Her hand chased after it, tried to block his view. “Oh, Tyler don’t, that’s terrible.”

  “Jess,” he laughed, “I see it every day.”

  She hugged him, put her arm around his big chest, looked away from the phone. “It’s awfully dirty.”

  “That’s what Pete watched all the time,” he said, still laughing.

  Pete watched that?

  Her Petey watched her like that. That was what he saw.

  She could feel the smile fade from her face, she went blank. Pete watched her do that. He wanted it, but it wasn’t what she thought. It wasn’t as sexy as she thought. It was ugly.

  “Jess, look. Don’t you want to watch me come?”

  “I’ve seen you come. A lot,” she said, trying to buoy her spirits. She turned her face to the screen in time to see his cock erupt over her skin. The video was shaky. She watched it with him to the end. Saw the last of his spurts land on her flesh. He shut it down, tossed it aside into the sheets. His hand came up to her waist and he held her against him now with both arms.

  Jess said, “Did you ever taunt him?”

  “Pete?”

  She nodded, her chin digging into his chest.

  “No. Taunt him how?”

  “I don’t know. If you did, that was mean.”

  “I didn’t. I swear. I like Pete. What did he say?”

  “He said you teased him. Told him you were going to take me away from him.”

  “I did, didn’t I?”

  She kissed the skin of his chest, still stared across the room at the swaying palm tree against the sunny sky.

  She bounded up, got out of bed. “Let’s go.”

  “Where?” he said, laying flat on the bed still, looking spectacular without a single thing on.

  She put her hands on her hips, stood naked in front of him, said, “Out of here. Let’s get some breakfast. I need to go outside. Please, let’s go do something outside.” She just needed some sunshine right now.

  The High School for Queen City wasn’t even in Queen City. Queen City, in fact, wasn’t even a city.

  Pete was still on the 380, coming into a stretch lined with poorly tended houses, a Dollar General, a Wesleyan Church, an auto mechanic, and an abandoned low bungalow factory that used to be a dairy. That was it, that was Queen City as far as he could tell. Then he took a side-road that after about a ten-minute drive ended up in an enclave. A little community made up of small, square clapboard bungalows. Probably miner’s homes, back when this place was hopping, mines mostly drying up about thirty years ago now.

  That’s where he found South Guyan High School. It was a tall, ochre-brick block. The ‘U’ in Guyan was missing where the name was spelled across its faceless wall. Pete thought the place could have been abandoned if it weren’t for all the cars in the parking lot. The pavement was cracked, weeds left from the fall had frozen in place. A snowy, disused railway ran alongside the parking lot and then around behind the school, beyond the football field. It was about what he’d expected, maybe a little worse. This was practically Appalachia.

  He looked at his own reflection, looked into his own eyes, twisting the rearview down so he could see himself.

  “What are you doing?” he said. “I don’t know, man,” he answered himself.

  He fished a laminated card out of his pocket that he’d printed up at work. It was a square ID, about four inches by four, his photo in the corner, the Save-Mart logo in the other corner. Under his name, and a UPC code that didn’t mean anything, was the vague but descriptive title he’d given himself: Investigator. It was on a lanyard and he hooped it over his head. He unbuttoned his jacket, grabbed a zippered binder off the front seat that was filled with a bunch of unrelated Save-Mart reports. He headed to the front door.

  Inside, the school was just like any other schoo
l. Sure a little run down, a little dirty, but there were happy kids in it and it showed that they liked it there. Hand drawn posters in the high-ceiling lobby about an upcoming dance, a banner ran overhead, said, Country Pride, in letters done in markers made up to look like camouflage.

  Their Administrative area was behind some glass wall on his left and he made his way over. He walked through the doorway and laid out his binder on the reception desk, took his hat off and put it in his pocket. There were only two women in there, both quite similar. Short and heavy, both wearing sweatshirts to work. They were separated in age by about twenty years.

  The younger one looked up, got out from her desk and came to the counter. She had stringy blond hair, no makeup.

  “Can I help you?” she said. Her voice was pleasant which was a surprise because her face looked like she wouldn’t be.

  “Well, maybe,” he said. “One second,” he urged her while he flipped through some of the Save-Mart pages that meant nothing. “Uhhh...” he hesitated, pretending to read something. Finally, he looked up at her, gave her a big smile, said, “Hi, I’m Pete Mapplethorpe and I’m from Save-Mart.” He presented the ID to her, let it dangle from the lanyard.

  “The store?” she said, her face scrunched up. She read the ID. “Oh.”

  Never said he was an investigator. Said he was from Save-Mart. Someone complained, they’d never find this ID anyway. It’ll be in the garbage. He’d say this lady couldn’t read right. Might need glasses.

  “Yeah, so, I’m looking into a...” looking down at meaningless reports again, “Tyler MacKenzie...”

  “Tyler?” her face brightened.

  The older woman looked up now, watching them through her glasses.

  “You know him?”

  “He’s okay? He’s not...in any trouble is he?” she got quiet.

  “Don’t know him,” he said. “He might be a victim of fraud. His name keeps coming up on...well, it’s complicated. I’m just trying to track down the real Tyler MacKenzie, make sure he exists. It’s been a bit slippery trying to find him.”

  “The real...oh, Lord. Come here,” she said.

  She walked down the long counter and crossed over to his side, waved him to follow her. She stopped at a glass cabinet and he stood next to her, looked inside. There were trophies and photos, footballs, and jerseys. Mementos going back to the 1960s it looked like. Back when the high school football coach wore a suit.