CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Cherry Blossoms // 1.2

Nia released his balls, and he heaved breath into her hair, made it rustle and waft with sweet tropical coconut and papaya. With a quick circular swipe of her wrist, Nia’s hand dove inside his sweats. She stroked the underside of his cock with her palm. He groaned into her ear.

“Geoff, you are so fucking hard right now.”

He moaned and stroked over her panties. Nia was eager, pushing herself against his touch. The warm dampness soaked through the fabric. He shuddered and spewed pre-cum into his wife’s palm.

Nia laughed into the couch seat and her hand stroked his slippery shaft. “Someone likes their wife to be a bad girl.”

Fuck, did he? He did.

“This is my young Nia, the bad one. The one who didn’t know better. Fucking all those guys and didn’t know her husband was sitting next to her, stroking her hair, telling her everything was going to be all right.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“It’s true. I didn’t know it but you were my husband and I told you about all my heartaches.”

“You told me more than that.”

“I did?”

“Sometimes.”

“Oh baby, ah,” she moaned, and pushed her sex hard against his working hand. “Touch me . . . put your fingers in me.”

His heart was pounding, his blurry vision shook with his powerful heartbeats. This was his wife. The mother of his child. But fuck, he’d always wanted to say these things to her. He was mad at her, but he loved her so much. This was huge, this was incredible. Panties pulled to the side, he plunged a finger into her and it disappeared without resistance. “You don’t remember?”

Nia’s eyes were closed, her mouth hung open in pleasure. She shook her head no, hair whispering against the leather.

He felt so free. This was a relief of burden, and he didn’t realize how heavy it had been. “You told me Dino hurt you. You had anal, and you said it hurt and you didn’t like it.”

“Ah, I . . . ah, told you that?”

“You did.” He stroked at her insides, running his middle finger against the back wall of her hot interior.

“Why would I tell . . . oh . . . you that?”

“Beats me. . . . It hurt to hear it.” He drew out his plunging finger, bunched three together and thrust them through her sucking sex hard and fast.

She cried out loud, “Ah, God, oh fuck, Geoff, give it . . . to me.”

“You were just one cocktail away from making a big mistake tonight, huh?”

“Ah, mm, how d’you mean?” Nia pushed her sex against him, wanting his long fingers to plunge deeper.

“I mean dancing and flirting with Dino. One drink more”—he thrust harder and faster—“and your inhibitions . . .” He danced his other hand like a flying bird, going out the window, right in front of her glassy gaze, her ecstatic face still pressed against the couch.

“How would you feel about that?” she whispered. Her hand had stopped stroking, but still gripped him. She focused on the pleasure he was giving, the dirty things he was saying.

“What,” he laughed, “if you kissed Dino?”

Nia closed her eyes and writhed against his forceful plunging. She didn’t answer.

He assured her, “I would not like that.”

“Okay.” She bit her lip.

“Why?”

“I thought I was turning you on.”

“Talking about flirting?”

“Mm-hmm,” she squeaked, her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth still sucked under her teeth.

“A little.”

“But not really?” Her hand palmed the underside of his painful erection. He was so slippery from his own intense excitement.

“No,” he said.

“Your cock is rock hard right now, sorry. I thought you were getting off on this.”

His fingers plunged. Sopping wet suction sounds from her sex filled the room. He said, “I don’t know, it’s kind of hot.”

“That’s what I thought,” she laughed.

“I know I married a bad girl,” he said, low, with a snarl.

“You did, didn’t you?” she snarled back.

He slipped a hand between her and the couch, found her thigh and crawled up, slipped it down the front of her panties until he had her from the front too. His middle finger searched her slippery folds for her hardened button. Nia was smooth and bare. “You shaved this pussy?”

“Yeah,” she gasped.

“For who, Nia?”

“Nobody, Geoff.”

“Bullshit. You went out tonight to have fun and you shaved your pussy. Who did you think was going to see it?”

She laughed, and it made him madder, more aroused. He laughed as well. “Don’t stop, Geoff, I’m . . . going to come.”

“You are, aren’t you? All this talk about Dino.”

Nia grunted. Her face frowned in pain.

He said, “Your ex got you all horny and you come running home to me?”

“Yeah,” she gasped.

“I should thank him. He’s got your pussy fucking soaking.”

“Shh-it, I know, keep doing that.”

“Dino make you horny?”

“Ah, mm, yeah.”

“He’s the one?”

“One what, Geoff?” Her eyes were still closed, mouth parted.

“Your freebie?”

“Yeah.” Her mouth peeled over her teeth in a dirty smile. “Mm-my freebie.”

“But you’ve already been with him, haven’t you?”

“I have.”

“If I let you fuck one man, it would be him? Not someone new?”

“Yes.”

“He fucked you that good?”

“He . . . ah . . . did.”

“Better than me?”

“Mm-yess.”

“You can’t get enough of him?”

“Ahh, mm, I can’t.”

“Would you fuck him behind my back?”

“I would,” she said, breathy and laughing, teasing him.

“Did you already do it, you slut?”

“Yes.”

“You did?”

“Baby, don’t stop.”

His movement slowed. “Nia . . . ”

“Please, baby . . . ”

“You fucked him?” His wet hands came to his sides.

“Not tonight, oh no, baby. Ah, no. Geoff, not tonight.” Nia looked at him. There was something else there, a fear that glossed her eyes and made them quiver.

He gripped her forearms, getting her attention. “Not tonight? But you fucked him?”

“We dated . . . of course we—”

“You did something,” he said, looking into her eyes, her gaze pulling away, afraid of him.

Nia’s eyes were wide awake. Her lips trembled. She’d said something she shouldn’t have. But it was true. She had done something. He saw her guilt. “I didn’t tonight.”

“What are you telling me?”

“Nothing.”

Nia rested her head on the couch as though exhausted. Like she was tired of lying. Tired of keeping something a secret.

“Holy fuck. What am I missing here?”

“It was a long, long time ago.”

“When we were dating? Behind my back?”

“Shit. Yes. I know, baby, I’m—God, fuck!” Her face twisted and her hands balled up. She pummeled both of them once into the beaten leather.

Geoff let her go and slumped back on his heels, reeling. He looked at his wife, the woman he trusted. Nia was bent over on his couch, fists beating against the seat. Her skirt was pulled up, panties shoved to the side. Her sex, shining and wet, peeked out from the pink silk, mushed to one side. Ugly and beautiful all at once.

He clenched his fists until they shook. Tears filled his eyes, rolling hot down his cheeks. He opened his hands and watched them shake. He shook his head, face screwing up, cheeks burning. His mouth opened, but no sound came out, just a vague squeak. He wanted to crumple. To fold up until he disappeared. He looked at her. Her beautiful, evil face. Nia watched him over her shoulder in horror, like he was a man turning into a werewolf. She shook her head, too. Shaking away her sins, but they would never come off her. Her thick hair trembled around her. Black tears rolled from her black eyes.

“You fucking slut,” he groaned.

She cried, “Geoff!” and turned, threw her arms around him, and hugged him. He wanted to throw her off, throw her against the wall and smash every fine bone china piece of her under that lustrous skin. He grabbed handfuls of her cunt bitch hair and shook her. Shook her head in front of his until those black eyes were looking into his. He shot his pain into her like deadly laser beams. Then he kissed her. He kissed her hard. Kissed her like he wanted to possess her, become one with her body. He pushed her way back until she was on the floor. She kissed him harder. She clawed at him.

“Fuck me, Geoff,” she hissed. “Fuck me!”

“I can’t even fucking look at you,” he roared. He grabbed her and twisted her around. Nia didn’t fight. She cried, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She let him force her around again and push her face into the couch.

“Please, fuck me,” she whimpered.

He grabbed her silk panties in both fists and tore them down. Her flesh shook. Nia cried out.

He was blind with anger, eyes so wet he couldn’t see. His hands still shook as they shoved his sweatpants down. His cock was cold and wet from his own pre-cum that his whore wife had conjured from him with her dirty fucking mouth. He pushed his tip between her cheeks. His cock was hard as steel, and it sunk into her. He knew it was her anus, and he didn’t stop. He crushed her with his weight, forced his chest onto her back, and pushed her onto the couch as he slid his entire length up her ass in one painful stroke. She cried out, her high heels kicking at the back of his legs as she struggled. “Fuck me, please, Geoff, punish me...”

He fucked her hard, thrust his hips against her, slap-slapping against her soft flesh. He pummeled her, grabbed handfuls of her hair, and pulled her head back so he could curse her.

“Fucking, fucking, whore,” he growled in her ear.

“Ah, fuck, Geoff,” she panted.

“Fucking take it up your ass,” he hissed.

“Yes, ah, fuck me harder.”

It made him mad to hear her want it. He gave it as hard as he could. The couch banged against the wall. Its wooden feet screeched on the concrete and it drew screeches from his dirty wife. She cried out, bright and piercing with each thrust. The sounds drove him. Every plunge of his cock made Nia cry and shout and hiss and moan. He fucked noises out of her he’d never heard before. She was loving it. Loving it up her ass. Loving his rage, loving the punishment he gave her with his throbbing cock.

His rage turned to lust. His hands came around to grab her pussy. His knuckles slid right through her. She was so wet she was dripping. He found her clit, and Nia breathed in so sharply she squeezed his cock inside her. He was going to come.

It felt so good to let it all go, to fuck her with abandon, fuck her like other men fucked her, ones who never gave a shit about her. This is how good those men felt. Treating her like filth while she writhed on their cock. They came inside her, then left her. She bounced from one to another. Looking for something, never finding peace till she realized she had it in her nice friend Geoff. He drove himself into her, again and again, a question forming on his lips. Something he’d always thought about, an idea that he had permanently attached to Dino. The name Dino had become synonymous with a possessive thought. Never confirmed. He wanted to know. He wanted to know now.

He growled in her ear, “Does Dino have a big cock?”

She whimpered, “Ah, oh, ow, yes-ss.”

“How big?”

“So-oo big.”

“You loved his cock?”

“I fucking loved his big . . . ah, fat . . . mm, uncircumcised cock.”

He pinched her clit between a knuckle and his thumb. He pulled it and rolled it and it made her hips rock and sway and she tightened her insides on him so hard it hurt.

“Oh fuck Nia, I’m going to come.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she squeaked.

He rolled that swollen button, pulled it, squished it with all her soft wet folds bunched around it in his angry grip. She started bucking. She let out a long, low animal moan. His thrusts broke it and bounced it, and turned it to desperate yips as he got her right on the edge of something big.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she hissed. “Ah Geoff, oh baby, don’t . . . ah, stop.”

She cried out his name as she came. It hurt his ears, and he thought of the neighbors—then the thought evaporated because he was coming. An overwhelming tickle that wriggled from the very point of his cock and shot like lightning up into his brain. He shot his load up inside her and if she wasn’t taking it, he was sure it would have crossed the room. He launched powerful streams inside her as she came too, both of them crying out and writhing against each other, both of them trying to get his cock inside her as deep as it would go.

He fell over her, his face against her back. His vision went grey and if he closed his eyes and gave up, he might have passed out. Then he was struggling for air, heaving it in. His heart pounded in his ears. Nia was gulping air, too. Her back heaved in double time. Her heartbeat pattered like a rabbit’s behind her ribs. He withdrew his cock, then stopped and gasped as it was so sensitive the slightest movement fried his brain.

“Oh,” he gasped. It took five short tentative pulls to get himself out, and he collapsed next to her, put his back against the couch and looked out over his studio. The room so quiet now he was aware of how loud they must have been. Nia slumped next to him, turned and put her hip on the concrete, hissed with pain.

He caught her eye. She looked back at him.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

She shook her head and her mouth opened, but she closed it again. She laughed, then stopped herself and covered her mouth with her hand.

He wanted to laugh, too. She had devastated him, ruined him. But it was all in the past. It didn’t matter anymore. Her deceit, her lies, the infidelity. It was a long time ago. She watched him as he pulled his sweatpants up. His arms could barely work. He shifted weight on his hips so he could slide them up under him and pulled them over his glistening erection.

“Huh,” he chuckled, and he rested his forearms on his knees.

Nia covered her face with both hands, spread her fingers and peeked at him from the open ‘v’. “Geoff,” she whispered.

He jumped up. Jumped and scrambled and threw himself on his desk. Grabbed the baby monitor. He always left it open so he could talk to Odele while he was in here. She heard everything. Heard their disgusting sex, heard her dad call her mom a whore. Heard her mom say how much she loved her ex’s enormous cock. He clutched the monitor, saw Odele on the screen, sleeping as soundly as he’d seen her earlier.

“Geoff, what? What is it?” Nia was crying behind him.

He hugged the monitor to his chest, and he slumped back down next to her. “It’s two-way, Nia. Odie could have heard us. Baby, the things I said.”

“The things I said,” she sobbed into her hands.

He fell against her, said, “Nia, I’m so sorry for all those things I said. You’re not a whore, you’re not a slut.” His body shook with his sobs.

Nia put her arms around him. She rubbed his back, and her other hand scratched through his hair.

He cried, “I’m sorry for what I did . . . I . . .”

Geoff curled himself up in her lap and Nia soothed him. She was crying too, tears dripping along her jawline. She whispered, “I’m the only one who should be sorry.”