Learning Lessons // Book 5: Laid Bare // Chapter 4

Pete sat in the dark bedroom in a chair he had placed to get the best view of the action. He sipped his whisky and stared at their bed, comforted by the whine of Jess’s hair dryer. He had laid out lingerie for Jess, the pieces organized on the bed for when she was ready: black lace and stockings, a thong panty—all brought home from the Save-Mart.

She was doing her makeup now, and his heart pounded. They were so close to it happening. He couldn’t wait.

“Pete?” she called from the bathroom.

He went in and saw Jess in all her glory. She was standing in the bathroom completely naked. Her hair was done—clean, shining, and styled down over her shoulders. Her makeup was ready: red on her lips, just a little black on her eyes. She smelled of lemony perfume. He took her in: the slim bare shoulders, the thin waist, and the swell of her hips. Her full breasts swayed slightly, rosy nipples swollen and gently pointed but not quite hard yet.

“Jess.” He was stunned. “Oh, Jess, honey, you look so beautiful.” His eyes welled up with tears. How was he so lucky to be with her?

“Thank you, baby,” Jess said, smiling at him, breaking his heart. “Could you do my toenails for me?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, putting his drink on the shelf above the sink.

Jess climbed up on the counter, brought her legs up, and rested her heels on the edge. She hugged her knees and shook her hair behind her. Her eyes watched Pete, watched him as he took her in: his pretty wife, strangely naked, perched up on the bathroom sink. She knew how odd this looked, how crazy every bit of this was. He could see it in her face. She could see it in his. Pete could tell she was committed. There were no second thoughts. She might be quiet, but there wasn’t some epic struggle going on between those teeny well-shaped ears. She was going to do this. Her silence was meditative, reflective.

Pete shook her bottle of polish, taking in the smooth skin of her knees and her calves as he did. He dragged a stool over to sit below her, her feet at his chest.

Her smooth and pretty mound peeked at him between the backs of her milky thighs, the slightest ruffle of her darker folds in the middle. That was his—or supposed to be. His wife should like it if he were to reach out and gently stroke her, but tonight he couldn’t do that. If he reached out, Jess would resist. Tonight she wasn’t his. Tonight she belonged to a better man—a masculine man who put a tingle in her dirty spots. Tyler made her a woman. Pete made her a mom. Pete gave her the responsibilities, the burdens of life. While she cherished those boys, there was nothing wrong with forgetting it all, taking her lover and escaping, going back to the time when she was a young woman and almost anything was possible. That’s what Tyler delivered with that big dick she was crazy about: youth.

Even the way she was sitting like this was so different from the Jess he knew as his wife. Legs drawn up, completely bare, exposing her dirtiest part to him. Shameless in a way that was not like the woman he knew. Sexually confident now, letting her sex be seen, knowing what it was doing to her husband. Knowing she wasn’t going to allow him to touch it. She was the queen and he was the servant in this moment. And you wouldn’t dare touch the queen.

“Are you excited?” she asked him as he brushed the clear polish onto her tiny toenails.

“I am.”

“Do you remember our first time?”

Of course he did. He wasn’t proud of it. They’d both had too much to drink. They made love on her couch in her apartment, and Pete didn’t pull out. He came inside her. It was an accident. She didn’t even realize it, both of them falling asleep. Nine months later they had a son.

“Yes.”

Jess didn’t answer. This was punishment. She didn’t remember their first time. This was a symbolic coupling tonight. Tonight a man was going to come inside her, and she knew it. She was prepared for it—mentally, physically. There was a lot of meaning behind tonight’s events, and Jess was making sure Pete didn’t miss it. Tyler was the type of man who should have come inside her, who should have given her a baby. He was the better man.

“I want this for you, Jess,” he said, and he kissed her knee. He inhaled deeply, his heart feeling a little heavy now, the dread finding him, lurking still but getting closer. He smelled her soap and perfume, but something else under it: her musk, her desire. Jess was so aroused with the anticipation of what Tyler was going to do to her tonight; Pete could see she was damp, glistening.

***

Jess let Pete watch her get dressed. He sat in his chair poring over every movement she made, lit up by a lone table lamp by the bed. She turned, showed him her rump as she slid the panties up her thighs, the string back of the thong pinching up between her cheeks. She posed for him, let him see her with her hands on her hips, wearing the tight little panties while she checked herself out in the mirror over the dresser. Then the lacy corset, still showing him her back while her slim wrist went behind her and zipped up. Then she turned, let Pete watch her scoop her breasts out and up, sit them properly in the tight bustier of the lingerie. She turned, regarding the mirror, Pete’s eyes like lasers. Then she sat on the bed, pulled the fishnet stockings up her leg, snapped them into the garter. She stepped into the heels he’d left by the side of the bed. Black patent pumps, the same shoes she wore that night she’d convinced Tyler to come out to the minivan for a quickie.

She was ready now. She sat on the edge of the bed, feet together, shoulders up to her ears, hands gripping the edge of the mattress. Where was he? Where was the man of the house? What if he didn’t show? What if he went out to do something or someone better? What if he’d left her dejected, alone and embarrassed with her cuckold husband? What if she wasn’t really the one in charge here? Couldn’t Tyler fuck better girls than her? Younger ones?

She looked at the red digital readout on the clock radio. It was after 8PM; Tyler should have been here by now. Jess looked to Pete, her courage waning.

Then they both heard Tyler's bedroom door across the hall. Her heart jumped. Pete stood up, and she stood too, both of them facing the bedroom door. Tyler knocked twice, loud, making her flinch.

“Come in,” Pete said.

She said it too, a beat behind him. “Come in.”

The door opened, and Tyler came through, closed the door behind him. He was naked.

She shuddered at the sight of him. Her shoulders literally trembled. He looked so beautiful, so crazily out of place in her tiny suburban bedroom. Tyler seemed to fill up the whole room with his presence.

“You look amazing,” Tyler said.

Her cheeks blushed. She said, “Thank you. You look, uh…”

She laughed. Smooth, Jess, smooth.

Pete sat back down in his chair, got himself out of their way, out of their minds. He pulled the chain, turned off the lamp next to him.

Tyler walked to her. She watched the ripple of his muscle, the deep lines in his thighs as he came to her. Heard the soft, damp sound of his cock bouncing from thigh to thigh in the three steps it took him.

“Let me look at you,” Tyler said. He held his hand out, she took it, and he held it up while she turned for him, showed him her backside.

“Unbelievable,” he said.

He sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on either side of her waist. She put her hands on Tyler's enormous shoulders. They stared at each other for a moment, looking into one another’s eyes. She had to look away; it had been too intense. She felt a burning in her belly. An incredible desire. She felt like a live-wire between her legs now. A single touch could set her off. She wanted Tyler's cock inside her so badly. Hard as steel, buried deep in her body, thrusting and thrusting, urgently building to incredible release. She craved that release; she was dying to find out what a man with a real cock felt like when he came inside her. She wanted it so bad it extinguished her nerves, her fears. So what if he came in her, what was the worst? She was prepared. So what if she got pregnant? Would it be that bad? They could have another kid. She wanted one. She’d love another little baby.

***

Pete watched Tyler’s big tattooed hands caress Jess’ ass. He squeezed and lifted her cheeks, his fingers sliding delicately between them, and it gave Jess goosebumps across her upper arms. Her hands were feeling Tyler's shoulders, looking so small on his massive frame. Jess’s back was to Pete and he could hear Tyler sucking at her flesh, her belly maybe, her chest.

“Mmm,” she said, “I still can’t get used to how good you feel.” She grabbed at his thick traps, her hands barely denting his flesh. “You’re so powerful,” she whispered.

Tyler’s right hand swept across her ass, his middle finger slowly diving into the space where her cheeks curled to the tops of her thighs.

“Ohh,” she gasped and Pete saw his wife’s legs shake.

“Oh, God, I am so ready,” she said.

“I can feel how ready you are.”

The muscles of Tyler's forearm rippled as his finger worked into that warm space that Pete loved. He knew what Tyler was feeling right now, the softness of the inside of her thighs, her heat, the moist fabric of her panties when she was aroused. He was as hard as a bone in his pants now.

Jess’s hips swayed as she stepped her feet out a little wider, let Tyler have some room. Her legs looked so shapely in her fishnet stockings, her calves flexed in the heels, her toes pointed. He had never known she could look so sexual.

Tyler ran his hand up her ass, his finger sliding under the thong strap then back down pulling it out from between her cheeks, twisting it and pulling it aside. He swiped gently at her bare sex. Pete knew the feel of it, the damp flesh, wrinkled dry edges turning hot pink and slippery as she got engorged.

“Ah,” Jess whispered, her head came back, her pale blonde hair tickling the smooth skin of her back. “Put your finger inside me.”

Pete watched Tyler’s hand curl up between her legs now, that big, thick middle finger of his sliding up inside his wife.

“Oh,” she gasped and she whipped forward, her head coming to rest in Tyler's collar. She was bent at the waist now, her sex exposed to Pete. He watched Tyler plunge his finger in and out of his wife, being gentle but firm. Her sex made wet squishing noises, and Tyler’s hand shone in the light from her wetness.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered into his neck.

“I can’t believe how wet you are,” he said.

“I’ve been thinking about this every minute you’ve been in the house, every time I’ve served you dinner, passed you in the hall, this is what I’ve wanted.”

“If we didn’t have rules I would fuck you every day. Fuck you on every surface of this little house.”

He pushed his finger inside her as deeply as he could get it, wriggled his hand, making her cry out.

“Aow,” she gasped and she slapped at his shoulders, clawed at them, stood up straight again. He kept at it, his hand a frenzied blur as he drove Jess wild.

“Oh, no, oh, no,” she gasped. She stood right up straight, her cheeks clamping down on his hand, her soft flesh folding over his knuckles. Tyler kept his pace, buzzing that finger around inside her. Jess’s legs were trembling. He had her on the edge. She was gulping whisper breaths, slowly filling her lungs while he made her come.

At last, Jess collapsed into Tyler, her arms going around his neck to support herself as she fell. Her knees buckled and she plopped on his lap.

“Oh,” she said, “oh, I’m on fire right now… You’re going to make me come a thousand times tonight.”

He put his lips over hers, bit her lower lip and pulled it. Pete saw him pull it right out, let it go, saw his wife’s plump lip hang until she pulled it back into her mouth, bit it with her own teeth. She smiled at Tyler, looking into Tyler's eyes.

“Let’s get you hard,” she said. “I need you inside me so bad right now.” She kissed her way down his chest, over his stomach. Tyler leaned back and put his hands out behind him on the bed.