Learning Lessons (1 of 8) Date Night: Chapter 6

Jess could tell Pete had something to say in the car on their way home from the party. He was bristling with energy. He was nervous and twitchy. He would start to speak, open his mouth, then stop. He’d shake his head and she could hear him grumbling. Or maybe she imagined he was grumbling. He had that demeanor. Oh, she knew what it was. One hundred percent knew what it was. But if he didn’t want to broach it in the car then she wouldn’t push. In fact she would make it easier for him. She closed her eyes and put her head back on the rest and pretended to sleep. Now he had less temptation. She did nod off a bit somewhere along the way, feeling pretty good after five white wines.

Now they were pulling into the driveway and she came awake. Pete’s lips were still pursed. She knew they would send the babysitter off, check on the kids, then they were going to have a talk. And she had something big to tell him too.

Mad and distracted, that’s how he was, she thought, following behind him up the walk to the front door.

“You’ll have to cut the lawn tomorrow,” she said, looking out over their patch of grass lit up by the porch light.

He said, “Yeah,” picking through his key ring, looking for the right one, jingling as he went.

It made her laugh. Why would she torment him when she knew he was upset? Why did she like needling him? There was something in him that enjoyed it. Gosh, if he liked it and she started to really like doing it, how far would this go? Given the right circumstances, she could drive him to want to strangle her. Poor Petey wouldn’t do that. It wasn’t in his eyes. All he had was love for her.

“Hey, Mr. Mapplethorpe,” the babysitter was in the hall, shoes on and bag over her shoulder.

“How were my boys?” Jess asked her.

“They were fantastic—they were only up for an hour before it was their bedtime, but we drew for a little while, then they made me watch some of their shows, then Andy,” she motioned with her two hands next to her cheek, sleeping. “So I put them both to bed and I haven’t heard a peep from—”

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Pete asked her.

She was taken aback slightly by his briskness. She said, “I… I live across the street, Mr Mapplethorpe.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, leafing through his wallet.

Jess touched her arm, said, “Thank you, Ashley.”

“You look so beautiful, Miss Mapplethorpe.”

“Mrs,” Peter said, giving her a few folded up bills.

“Huh?” she said, taking the money from him and counting it.

“Mrs,” he said again.

“What did I say?”

“Never mind.”

“Hey, Mr Mapplethorpe? This is twenty-four dollars.”

“Yeah?”

“No tip?”

“Pete,” Jess said. She couldn’t help laughing.

Pete regarded her for a second, blank face. “Sorry,” he said and gave her another five.

They watched her walk down their steps and she rubbed Pete’s arm. “Pete, you’re terrible.” She kicked her shoes off and left them in the hall.

“Can’t believe that fatso called me on it.”

“Pete,” she said, walking up the stairs, still getting a chuckle out of her cheap husband, “if our boys are still alive up here we are going to want to call her again.”

Then she said down to him, still standing in the dark hall, “Don’t scare this one yet.”

“Make sure there’s two of them up there first. And that they’re both breathing.”

Jess opened the boys’ room door, quietly, peered in on them. Both asleep, little angel faces turned to the side, open mouths. Her cherubs. She snuck in and kissed each of them on their messy hair. She stood a moment, enjoyed it. Their little boy smell, their quiet breathing, their nightlight projector casting dim cartoon fish that drifted, swam across the bedroom walls.

The light from the hall shining through the sliver of the open door went dark as Pete filled it up, looking in and smiling at his wife standing with his boys. She gave him a thumbs up.

Pete went softly across the hall and she followed after him into their bedroom. She knew it was time. She knew this was going to come.

She closed the door behind her, and came to him, stood face-to-face with him a few feet apart in their tiny bedroom.

“It really did happen, didn’t it?”

She nodded.

“Oh, Jess,” he said, his voice trembling. She saw his knees buckle. His face looked ghostly. Like a ghost just punched in the stomach. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, God,” he crumpled, took a step back and sat heavily on the corner of the bed, put an arm out behind him to support himself.

“Pete,” she said, came to him.

“I’m okay,” he said, put a hand up to stop her. “I… shit,” he said, face pained. He clutched at his side.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Oh, my God, Jess, how? Like you said?”

“I told you the truth,” she said, sat behind him, put her hands around him. “I told you everything.”

“With Tyler?” More incredulous than a question.

“Yes, Petey.”

“Oh, Jess…” He said it so quietly. He covered his face with his open hands. Then the sobbing started. He lowered his head and she rubbed his back. “Oh, Jess,” he said again, breaking up into sobs, carrying her name off into a cry.

“There, there,” she said, rubbing his shoulder.

He moaned loudly, long, mooing almost like a cow. He doubled over and lay on his side on the bed. He howled in pain, loud enough to wake the kids.

“Petey, Petey, Petey,” she whispered into his ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here, I’m here.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” he howled again.

“It’s okay, baby, don’t wake the kids, shhh…”

She rubbed his arms and soothed him, shushing in his ear. He was in horrible, mournful pain and it tickled her. It made her belly feel funny like when she thought of Tyler’s beautiful body and that big, hard dick he pulled out of his pants that night. She had this amazing power over her husband. It felt incredible to control him like this. To see his love displayed like this. To feel how easily she could wound him so deeply. He was dying under her fingers.

His sobbing travelled up through her arm like electricity, got her sobbing now too. Her eyes teared up, and she blinked one off, felt it splash on her cheek and roll down. “Pete, Pete, stop, stop, stop, please…”

She soothed him until he lay still on the bed. His face was red from crying, a vein bulged out on his forehead. He seemed okay now, sleepy, and she’d feel him tremble under her hand every few breaths. He’d cried himself out.

“Baby, this is your fantasy,” she said.

“I know. I know. Don’t feel bad, I’m just catching up to what you already know,” his voice was a whisper.

“I told you every detail already.”

“I know. I wasn’t sure it was real. I didn’t think it was. You never looked in my eyes and told me, One hundred percent, Pete, it’s true this time. I fooled myself, thinking it was just another story.”

“Well, it happened, baby. I thought you might not want to talk about it. I was giving you space.”

“No, I’m glad. I’m glad.” He was looking out across the room while she fooled with his hair.

“Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s more.”

“Oh, no, Jess, oh baby—”

“More to come, I mean.”

“It’s not something you’ve already done?” His eyes pleaded with her.

“No, baby, it’s something I’m going to do. And you’re going to watch.”

“I am?”

She stood up and went to where he could see her at the foot of the bed. His wet eyes went over her, took her in, standing there in her slinky black dress and bare feet. Her arm went behind her back and she drew the zipper down, let him hear the teeth unclenching in the quiet room.

“There’s a chance,” she said, “we can get you what you want.”

“Really?” his face was drawn and anxious. This was too much for him and it was delighting her.

She held her dress up by the bust, pinching the two cups between her thumb and forefinger. She wiggled her hips a little, let it drop, lowering it by her fingertips. Down over her bare breasts, catching on her hardened nipples.

“You’re bare,” Pete said.

“Just wait…” She swayed a little, helping the fabric slide down her flesh. She slowed as she got it to her hips, dragging out her revelation.

“Jess…” Pete’s eyes were as wide as they could be. Waiting to see her revealed.

She let the dress sit right at the V of her thighs and the crease of her hips. Then her fingers opened and she let it fall to the floor, standing completely naked in front of him.

“Jess, you had nothing on under there all night?”

She stepped between his open legs and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

“I wanted it to be easy for Tyler to fuck me.”

“Jess, you didn’t—”

“I was prepared for it. I wanted it. I got myself wet thinking about it.” She watched him swallow, his face tense but beaten.

“You wouldn’t. Not there—what if you got caught?”

She smiled and shrugged. “He’s worth it.”

“You’re killing me.”

“I know,” she laughed, put her arms around his neck. “Touch me.”

His hand felt warm going up her thigh. He slid the knuckle of his thumb up until it bumped into her folds. His thumb opened, the tip of it parting her and sliding right inside her with ease.

“You are so wet.”

“That’s from thinking what Tyler would do to me if I pulled him into a powder room when we were there,” she whispered to him.

“What did you want him to do?”

His thumb worked her, made her close her eyes. “Take me from behind, bent over the toilet. Pull my dress up and fuck me with that big cock. Put his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t make a sound.”

“You really thought about him.”

“I really did.”

“Is that what you want me to watch?”

“Do you want to see that?”

“I do,” he said, his voice trembling.

“Are you ready for the next step?”

“Oh, Jess, I am.” He closed his eyes and rested his head on her chest.

“I invited him for dinner. He’s coming a week tomorrow. I told him you had to go away for the weekend, a conference.”

“Oh, God.” He hugged her to him tightly. He squeezed her so she could barely breathe.

“He’s coming here to fuck me. He thinks he’s going to spend the night here, do all sorts of dirty things to me. We’re going to have to convince him it’s okay to do all the filthy things he wants while you watch.”

“He thinks you’re a dirty, cheating housewife.”

“He doesn’t know about your little penis. Doesn’t know you don’t think it’s fair that it’s the only one I’ll get.” Her voice was a delicate whisper that tickled his ear.

“Jess, baby, I can’t believe how wet you are.” His fingers worked inside her. The room was so quiet except for the obvious slurping sounds being made between her legs.

“Sit back, baby, sit back,” she said.

He let her go, reluctant to do it, leaned back on the bed.

“Take your little dick out,” she told him. His hands were shaking, working his belt, but he got it, and then he was tugging on the zipper. He pulled his cock out for her, showed it to her between a thumb and finger.

“You are going to die, Pete, when you see what Tyler’s got.”

“Jess, please,” he clutched a hand over his heart. She was hurting him. She was going to kill him.

She laughed as she got to her knees between his legs, said, “I can’t wait for you to see me with it,” then put his cock right in her mouth, all the way to the base. He was so hard she didn’t think he’d last a minute.

Pete groaned out above her, loud, and he fell flat back on the bed. Pre-cum surged from him, filled her mouth up. She smelled it in her nose when she exhaled. Her fingers pushed his balls up under her bottom lip, then she popped them into her mouth, doing it one at a time. Her mouth was stuffed with him. Her tongue stroked the belly of his cock, going up to the tip then diving between his balls, pushing them apart. He was making all sorts of crazy noises above her, saying her name; she could feel him thrashing about. He exploded down her throat. So much semen she thought she might choke, but she breathed and swallowed it and took it all. Pete was roaring out and slamming his fists into the bed as she drank his bitter seed up.

“Oh, God, Jess, oh, God…”

She climbed up him, got face-to-face with him. She wiped at her bottom lip with a finger.

“I love you so much, Jess,” he said, looking in her eyes.

“I love you too, baby,” she said. “Will you still love me when you watch me do that to Tyler?”

“I will. Is he going to come in your mouth?”

“I’m going to drink every last drop of him. His balls are so big, I bet it’s a huge load. I wonder what he’ll taste like?”

“Steroids, probably.”

He broke her spell. She collapsed on him, her head into his collar, laughing into his neck. He caught her so off-guard, he had her cackling, her back shaking.

“Oh, Pete, you got me, baby,” she said, sitting up and straddling his chest. “You think he’ll taste like steroids?”

“Creatine? I don’t know. If you swallow his load and your back breaks out in zits, we’ll know he’s juicing.”

She unbuttoned his shirt for him, smiling at him. “Come on, he’s my sexy toy. Don’t make fun of him.”

His face went serious. “Jess, you’re so beautiful. Too beautiful for me.”

She put her hands on his bare chest and said, “Thank you, baby.”

She dipped her head down and kissed him. “Okay?” she asked him.

“Yeah.”

She walked her knees up over his shoulders so her sex was over his face. She lowered her dripping wet mound to his mouth, his hands locked over her thighs, took them firmly, and his tongue worked through her. He was an absolute master down there, and he had her panting in no time. He punished her back for all her games, bringing her close then letting her go. He had her heart hammering in her chest and she was sweating.

“Oh, Tyler,” she cried out and grabbed handfuls of sheets in her fists.

Pete gave it to her now. He went wild, his tongue pounding her swollen button, and she knew she had his permission.

So she shouted out, “Tyler, Tyler,” over and over again, thought about that night two weeks ago when her thirty-five-year-old pussy took that kid’s huge cock in the minivan. She thought about his hard body under her fingertips, and she came on Pete’s tongue, barking out her lover’s name and picturing all the things she was going to make her husband watch her do to him.