Learning Lessons 3 of 8: Caught in the Act // Chapter 3

Jess washed the sliding glass door with a wad of paper towels sprayed with generic window cleaner and Pete watched her carefully while he mowed the lawn. He walked slow behind the mower looking at her slim legs work. The way she moved, even just washing a window, you could tell she’d been a dancer.

She was wearing a pale blue tank top with spaghetti straps and shorts, her silky hair up in a twist. Her legs were graceful, muscular, and they worked an inadvertent sort of Pas De Bourree while she cleaned.

What was she thinking right now? Was she thinking about the streaks she might be leaving, maybe Petey’s little league in an hour… Or was it darker, dirtier? Was she thinking of all the things Tyler did to her—things that were so great she had to have them, even running around behind Pete’s back and shunting the kids’ schedules around? What goes on in her head? How well can you really know someone?

Pete had given her his trust. He’d given her his darkest fears and secrets. The keys to his psyche. He’d really only known her for nine years. In the grand scheme of things how long was that really? People divorced all the time. She could go and tell all the people she knew that Pete had a little dick, and he had fantasies about seeing his wife with better men. Embarrass him, how would he walk around town anymore? He’d have to move away.

Petey was pushing his little brother on the swing at the play-set, dressed and ready to go in his little league outfit. Pete shut the mower down and walked it back to the garden shed, wheeling it in and then pushing it off to the side. He filled up the edge trimmer with the gas/oil mix, holding a cloth underneath so it wouldn’t spill.

Thursday night, more nice weather, but the days were getting shorter. The sky above their well-kept house still bright but getting that deep haze as the sun started to descend. Pete Jr had baseball in an hour. Minor 7 Fall Baseball, only two more games left in the season before it would be too dark for them to play in the evenings. Kid was no slugger but he had a great time out there, loved spending time with his friends.

Jess was watching him from the back door, standing outside on the concrete step in her bare feet. It stopped him dead. The light had crossed her glasses, put the reflection of the hazy sky across them so he couldn’t see her eyes but her soft lips were spread in a gentle smile. Her hand came up and her fingers danced a little wave to him.

Jess would never hurt him for real. She would never leave him. She was his sweetheart. However it had come to be, whatever black magic he’d cast, they were meant to be together.

He’d give her what she wanted. He couldn’t wait for her to get it. He moved to the back of the shed where she couldn’t see him and he sat down on a squat barrel of fertilizer. He wanted to watch her again. He wanted to witness her ecstasy. He ran his hands through his hair, cradled his head, rested his elbows on his knees. God help him, he didn’t know why, but he ached to watch her again with Tyler. Ached to see her small fingers and tiny nails scratch across that kid’s huge muscular back as he fucked her.

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Boy, she had really messed up. It was two and a half weeks ago, but Pete was still feeling it. She had stuck a knife in him deeply that day. It was exquisite.

Jess fiddled with her glasses as she walked quickly down the busy hall of the school headed for the staff parking, her long cardigan flowing behind her like a cape. She had a thousand things to do.

“Mom!” Petey’s little voice yelled behind her from the other end of the hall. She turned and saw him through the crowd of kids. She shook her head at him, smiling, and she put a finger up to her pursed lips to remind him not to be so loud, to be more polite in public. They met in the middle of the hall and Jess tossed her heavy school bag behind her hips so she could kneel down put her hand on his shoulder. She’d like to give him a kiss but he’d warned her about doing that to him at school. He did not like it.

“Sorry, mom, I wanted to catch you before you got outside.”

“That’s fine, Petey. Are you going to Noah’s or are you coming home with me?”

“Noah’s mom’s here, I’m going with her…”

“Okay, Petey, but remember we’ve got dinner with your cousins tonight, so don’t be too late. You need to get cleaned up and changed before we go over. I need you home by five.”

He pulled away from her, pretty sure his mom might give him a kiss anyway, he said, “Okay, bye, mom,” and trotted back up the hallway. She watched him disappear into the other students. He was getting so big, so grown up. She hated it.

Jess turned and got in the flow of kids, hustled herself out to the parking and into her minivan. She threw her bag into the backseat and headed out into the throng of cars and buses. She needed cocoa and brown sugar to make her chocolate party cake for Pete’s brother’s memorial tonight. Pete and Patty held the memorial to honour their brother, not on the day of his death but on his birthday, celebrating all the happy parties they had when they were kids. Pete and Jess and the boys would go to Patty and Russ’ tonight and Jess would bring the dessert. It was always a good get-together, not usually sad, it was just a way to make sure they never forgot Michael.

Pete never really talked to her about Michael. Which was strange since she knew he suffered over it at times. One night when they were dating, just beginning to get to know each other, he’d told her when it came up in a natural conversation about siblings. He was matter of fact and the story was very sad, but he had seemed like he’d come to terms with it a long time ago. And he’d never talked about it since, never told her any details about his illness or fun stories about him when he was well. He would reference him occasionally and they had this wonderful memorial once a year, but he never discussed with her his feelings, his emotions on the loss. Sometimes she thought her Sweet-Pete kept things way too bottled up. She sometimes worried that there was a lot more pain in there that she didn’t know about, that even Pete didn’t realize.

Coming out of school and then turning out to the main road she got stuck in traffic, dwarfed in an armada of school buses. There were kids on her left trying to get her attention, waving their small hands in wide swaths. She smiled for them and waved back while they all waited for the light to change. She saw Kevin Campbell there, shy, behind Florencia Torres who drew her little finger across the glass in the shape of a heart. Fitting, she was going to be a real heart breaker in a few years. Jess drew a heart for her as well then waved to them all as their bus pulled ahead a few lengths.

Pete was right. Everything he said that day he’d found her with Tyler was right. She actually couldn’t be more sorry about that whole afternoon. Petey could have come home early, been a witness to something he wouldn’t ever understand.

She’d sworn off Tyler. She had to. Fifteen days now without him. She’d seen him out and about, around the school, but she’d had no contact with him. She absolutely ached for him.

She knew she would fuck him again. She knew Pete would want to sit and watch them together again. No date had been set, they’d just been too busy. She was hoping for this weekend, or maybe even a day during the week. God, that could be horrible though. Having to stand and teach the following day, sit in her hard classroom chair, her little vagina throbbing. That last session had really left her hurting. It was all she could think about the next day, the pounding Tyler had given her when Pete wasn’t watching, puttering around the house in soft sweatpants, her battered mound pulsing. Pete heard about it every chance she got. She had to hover over the toilet that day, couldn’t put her tush down on it, and urinating was like passing liquid paper cuts. That kid fucked like a horse.

Jess went to the Kroger Marketplace on Sycamore and it was busy, she had to park near the back. She walked past Patty’s Honda Odyssey, knew it by the stick figure family in the corner of the back window. There was a hold-up at the door as an elderly man backed up with an empty cart, struggling to pull it free from the long line of other carts it was filed into. His wife was in a scooter and she was blocking the way, the automatic doors still held open by her weight on the sensor. Young guy in a baseball hat in front of her was mad, looking up into the high roof, at the white metal girders, shaking his head because he couldn't believe his luck.

Jess laughed and stepped around him and she tried to help the older man pull the cart free but it was really stuck. The younger guy helped out now, seeing someone else's simple kindness, and he pulled a rock out of the cart’s wheel well that had been stopping it. Jess thanked him and touched his arm and she could tell he felt better about his day now. She picked up a basket, then turned, put it back down and took a cart for herself. She might as well grab some more items while she was here. Maybe put off a big shopping for a few more days.

There had been that one and only time after school that she and Tyler had got together, made love after work. She fibbed to Pete, and she was delighted that the opportunity had fallen in her lap. She hadn’t planned on fabricating other times, lying to Pete and telling him that they’d done it before, but she couldn’t help it. Pete looked so weak on the stairs. So vulnerable. She got such an incredible thrill from insinuating that she and Tyler had been doing this for a while. The hurt was a palpable force in the stairwell that day. Seeing his physical reaction, the horror in him as he tried to control his emotions, made her flutter. He loved her so much, she was everything to him. She had all the power. Enough power to take on a lover. Quiet, demure Ms Mapplethorpe had a lover.

Jess saw Patty standing over by the hot dogs and lunch meats. Patty looked lost, staring at the rows of processed meat, unmoving. Pete and Patty’s brother Michael had died of leukemia when he was sixteen. That was twenty-three years ago, but right now it looked like the weight of that loss was across her shoulders. It could have been something else, it could have been nothing, but Jess thought she would leave her alone, she had a lot of weird thoughts of her own on her mind. She looked down into her cart, pretended she had never seen her. They’d all be together in a few hours anyway.

Brown sugar was on sale so she grabbed a second bag. She found the cocoa and then got some more milk and cereal for the boys, some toiletries for Pete. She was pretty sure they needed lunch meat so she headed for the butcher. There was a line up there and she thought to just grab some generic pre-packs but Pete really liked his black forest ham.

Pete inspecting her that day, sitting on the stairs and having her bare legs spread open, looking for traces of Tyler’s semen in her—it turned her on like she hadn’t expected. She was a very naughty girl. She was being inspected for badness. 

It backfired on Pete because now at night when she lay thinking about all this she couldn’t shake that idea out of her head. She wanted Tyler to come inside her. Now more than ever. Hadn’t really been a thing to her until she saw Pete’s sweet face, his worried brow, inspecting the injured sex of the woman he loved, hoping, praying, her big-dick lover didn’t ejaculate inside her. Another man coming inside her had to be the biggest violation. What could be more forbidden than Tyler planting his seed inside Pete’s wife? It would crush Pete. Tyler’s young, healthy seed swimming around in his wife’s belly, sprayed so deeply inside her by his incredible penis. She was obsessed with the idea—thinking of what it would feel like to have his big cock go off inside her, feel it splashing her cervix with his hot sperm. It made her weak in the knees.

She left her cart at the butcher counter, followed an arrow to the ladies’ room. She got past the swinging door without touching it with her bare hands and she closed herself in the stall that was farthest from the door. There had been a woman washing her hands, she’d be gone in a minute, but there were feet on the floor in the stall next to her. She couldn’t wait. She slipped her panties down and sat on the toilet seat. She tinkled, fumbled through her purse and brought out her phone. She swiped through the menus with her thumb. Her hand was shaking. She found the image she was looking for. Tyler on his knees hovering over her in her own bedroom. She’d laid on the bed, admiring his beautiful body, and then without asking she’d reached to the bedside table lifted her phone and snapped a picture. Tyler had let her, she could see him flexing a little. He had looked so good in that afternoon light. The sun streaming through their bedroom window and lighting up all the edges of his muscle.

She dabbed herself with toilet paper, dropped it into the water. She rested the phone on her knee, pinched it with her left hand, tilted it so she could see it. Her right hand brushed her thigh, teased herself coming up the inside of it now, she waited to feel her own touch. She trembled when she found it. She was so wet. Her finger stroked up the centre, teasing it, making all her warm surfaces slippery with her excitement. She gasped, inhaled softly as she sunk her middle finger inside herself slowly. She let it go deep, felt herself kiss her own finger, swallow it up until her knuckle bumped her. She curved it forward, stroked her soft insides, listened to the squishing. How could she have got herself so wet on a weekday, 4PM in the grocery store, hours before a memorial for her husband’s deceased brother? When did she get so awful?

Her finger worked inside her, she knew how to please herself. She swiveled her hips in circles, working around her plunging and tickling finger. She gasped again, let it out slow and quiet. She bored a hole into the picture of her lover. His big, hard body lit up in yellow from the window, bright white painted along his shining edges; his hard ridged abdomen, his slabs of chest muscle, his dark tight nipples. Then down, looking down where a married woman with two kids shouldn’t be looking, his young, rock hard cock. It was raging, seconds before he stretched a condom over it and fucked her with it. It was bare naked, crossed with thick veins that gave it life. The head of it plump, the skin pulled tight on it, aching to push into her.

“Aunghm,” she blurted and then seized up, her heels dragged on the polished floor, making a loud squeak. Oh, no, she was going to come in here, a woman right next to her dropping a number two.

“Awaahh,” she warbled, then pulled her lips into her mouth trying to shut herself up. She came hard on her finger, thrusting it into her wet mound now in a frenzy. She shut her eyes, using her mind to recall that moment he’d taken it, pushed it into place with his thumb and then drove it inside her. Her toes scrunched up in her flats, the left one falling right off her foot, she hunched forward, seized so hard her stomach muscles cramped and she winced in pain. She had come three times that afternoon before Pete had come home. Three incredible orgasms after a long day of work. Tyler made her so happy. She needed him, needed to be with him and she didn’t know if she could even make it another day without having him inside her.