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DITW 12-14: Le Baiser
🕑 Added 2024-01-09 03:59:00 +0000 UTCKimmy’s voice sang in Josh’s ears though she spoke no words. This is for you.
He could picture her mushed lips shaping those words, and thus combining them together as man and wife in this moment where she sought the penitence he’d offered.
Only there was something stark and destructive in witnessing the act. The sin was the penitence, and yet now that he witnessed it with his own eyes, there was something sinister in the revelatory theater playing out on the bed before him.
He couldn’t trick himself into reasonable denial this hadn’t happened before. While Kimmy played the role as subjective sexual object, Devlin played it with his devilish flair; announcing each act in a manner of familiarity in case Josh couldn’t see it with his own fucking eyes.
He’d known it all along. He’d been unseeing and dumbstruck. All for what? All to see what he watched right now. Kimmy was wretched. But he was worse. This was his command all along. Wasn’t it?
His wife was chin down ass up on a Yorkville luxury bed with the midday light coming through the windows and painting her in pale and natural shades with little shadow. Her pants and panties were around her knees and Devlin had bathed her ass with his tongue. Now he admired Kimmy’s pussy.
Though he couldn’t see it from where he sat, he knew what Devlin would see. Knew what it looked like from Devlin’s vantage; a tight, brown wiggly thing of great beauty. Compacted folds, generous when aroused but not extravagant. Devlin touched it with his fingers, and Kimmy’s brows raised and her cheek stroked the bedding. Devlin would see her hot pink interior, brightened with her wet.
The power of what he’d set into motion began to weigh on him with mighty force. It was too much to bear; too much to witness. But he was glued to the chair and hungry for more.. Much more.
Devlin knee-walked backward off the bed, standing at the foot, grabbing Kimmy’s ankles above her expensive shoes and below the hem of her dress pants, pulling her feet toward him and returning her to lay face down, hands still gathered at the small of her back. He guided her to roll over. Her chest showed the blush of arousal; her nipples were bloated rubbery buds, full-fleshed blossoms of her desire for a man like Devlin Stone. With her hands behind her, her back bowed and thrust her meager bosom toward her secret lover, aroused by the scenario and the foreknowledge of the pleasure he would provide. Her chin touched her chest, her eyes only on Devlin as he stood proud and muscled, undoing his fly, the silk braces swinging against his thighs. He withdrew his heavy weapon and presented it, letting it dangle in front of them all. It was bloated but not yet erect, a truly grotesque implement, but one that would enthrall most women—and Kimmy. The head of his cock was enormous, a monstrous dropsical plum leaking the seminal lubrication that would provide easier passage inside Kimmy’s tight interior. And from where he sat, now with Kimmy on her back, he could see her scratchy pelt sparkling with her copious dew; his wife’s interior preparing as well, greasing itself for maximum allowed pleasure. Devlin’s perverted tongue up Kimmy’s perverted ass had her sexual motor primed and fuel-rich, running warm with the choke ready to clear.
Seeing them lubed up with sexual impulses and immutable lust removed any notion this scene would play out in another way. In short time he would watch his hated nemesis put his big cock inside his wife and make her howl and cry and orgasm all over the bed. His internal pressure—down low, down where his own sex apparatus spewed sympathetic juices—boiled hot. His cap could pop at any second. He wanted that. He hated how bad he wanted it.
But with each heartbeat stoicism proved harder and harder. His bolts were shaking loose; his hands trembled on the chair’s arm rests; his neck was stiff and creaky and tightened; his heart raced, his vision warbled. His thoughts seemed light and ethereal, like they were made nothing in this room where fantasies were made real.
Devlin reached for Kimmy, brought her up sitting before his growing trunk, then putting out his hand toward Josh, not looking, but saying, “Take your tie off.”
“My tie?”
Devlin waggled his fingers. “I want your tie.”
Kimmy’s head lolled above Devlin’s large hand, eyes dazed by lust, hypnotized by the pendulous swinging of his enormous beefy induction.
Josh bit his lower lip, sitting higher, his thighs squeezing together to pressure his own exquisite arousal, loosening the knot on his tie and withdrawing it from his collar. Devlin was aware of the action, waggling his fingers while never removing his gaze from Kimmy’s. Josh heaved forward, knees touching, and passed Devlin his tie. The one Kimmy had bought him for a night of humiliation at his bully’s hand. Had she sent him into the lion’s den? Had she known Devlin would plant evidence of their illicit union? He’d been played every step of the way since the night at Tiffany’s cottage party.
Devlin looped the tie around a hand and held Kimmy’s face. He took his cock by the base and brought it up to her cheek, batting it, his cock shaking with its boneless heft. His cock against her cheek made a bright sticky tap. No other man would dare treat her this way.
Though that wasn’t true. If he asked her, she would allow her husband this treat. It was just him who couldn’t provide; his human-sized penis wouldn’t have the same effect. They would both laugh and bust up (back when things were good, and none of this darkness enfolded them). With Devlin, Kimmy fell under a spell. Devlin’s masculine prowess and mighty implement did things to his otherwise well-regulated partner.
Kimmy turned her head from side to side, lazy, as if avoiding the meaty batting, but also opening her mouth, expecting Devlin to put that overripe plum into it so she could suck it. Soon, her tongue appeared, curving over her bottom lip, pale pink on the smearing red of her lipstick. Devlin plopped her tongue, once, twice, three times, then at last, he let her pull it past her lips and into her mouth.
How many times had Kimmy sucked Devlin’s cock? How many times had she come home to him, kissing him with the same mouth that pleasured this villain? His hands cupped him mouth and nose, and he breathed into them, facing the reality that Devlin had come in his wife’s mouth at some point. Cruel Kimmy may have kissed her husband with Devlin’s semen still swimming in her hot oral pockets. The pure, unbridled shame and humiliation of it aroused him to astounding levels; almost to the point of unexpected bliss. For a brief second, he could see the beautiful perfection of his plan.
It vanished in vulgarity: Devlin’s spit-slick cock now running on her cheek and leaving a trail. Josh turned up his nose and looked away for a moment.
The sounds of their movement returned his gaze.
Kimmy’s head rolled on her long, swan-like neck as Devlin used the tie Josh wore today to circle her brow and lower into place over her eyes. Devlin tied it at the back, stroked her shoulders, then guided her to lay back again, pushing her higher up the bed. Kimmy lay with her aroused nipples pointing to the ceiling, her arms behind her back, her pants down to her ankles now. Almost entirely naked.
Devlin smiled as he unbuckled the tiny straps at the heels of those black patent shoes, one and two, slipped them off her feet. The pants and underwear were also stripped away, kimmy now completely naked, hair undone, wearing only two men’s ties to bind her and blind her.
Devlin planted the soles of her long, tawny feet against his chest, stroking her legs from ankle to calf, admiring her naked form. Kimmy trembled with excitement. Josh could see it; could see the way Devlin’s touch rose the hair on her arms and turned the skin to goosebumps.
With both her thin ankles gathered in his grip, he raised Kimmy’s feet to his mouth and kissed the soles. Kimmy’s toes curled and she enjoyed the sensual feel of Devlin’s lips. She writhed on the bed.
Devlin put one ankle on either side of his neck, Kimmy’s legs up on his shoulders, his face twisted to one side so he could kiss the inside of the leg while he unbuttoned the pants and pushed them down, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of them, his cock beating his own muscular thighs.
Then naked Devlin was kissing his way down the inside of Kimmy’s legs. Kissing one, then the other, nibbling her thigh flesh, biting the inside of her skinny knees. And Kimmy loved it; closed off from the horror in which she engaged, laying back and loving sex like how she’d been getting it behind his back; freed of all the burden of guilt and betrayal, open to body pleasure. And he’d like to think, separated from Devlin Stone. Maybe she was honest when she’d said she hated him. She was done with him. Maybe Devlin betrayed her.
A hopeful glimmer appeared on his dread gray horizon. A hope maybe she hated Devlin for some harsh words against her husband. She did love him, though no one would ever believe it, watching in the room at this cosmic moment.
But it was a crazy thing to think, seeing her now, bowing her back, gasping with lust as Devlin’s kisses approached her most sensitive flesh. Kissing the area around her pussy, kissing her inner thighs up high. She raised her knees, drawing her feet across the black and white bedding, letting er legs flop wide like wings, the knees coming down to touch the mattress like she would in a hot yoga class. It exposed with no obstruction her pretty pink flower.
Was this how Devlin got the photo of her pussy. Had Devlin eaten her out in some warehouse in some port somewhere, taking his wife on a pallet of fertilizer?
He could picture it: Devlin seducing her, incrementally bringing her into the tangles of his web, and one day she surrenders to the desire, kissing becoming oral sex, Devlin feasting between her legs. Sure, Devlin would show her he wasn’t a brute who only wanted to fuck her, he was offering her a world of extramarital pleasure, a smorgasbord of erotic delights.
A sudden jolt of precum gushed out of him and he squirmed in the seat, his stomach fluttering, his head going light.
Devlin kissed higher, his tongue scratching through Kimmy’s patch, long hairs sticking to his pink tongue. Kimmy panted; her head lolled. Devlin kissed higher, up the taut plain of her belly, up to her sternum. Rising, kneeing over her open legs to straddle her waist.
He said, “Turn and face Josh,” waiting for her to comply. Kimmy’s head rolled his way, her eyes aimed his way but shielded from him by the silk tie he’d put on this morning. Devlin handled her chin, making sure she cocked her head at the right angle. Then he thumbed her lower lip. “Open that mouth, Kimmy. Let me see that little tongue.”
Kimmy knew what he wanted, and she opened her mouth wide, her tongue sweeping across her lower lip, trembling in anticipation.
Devlin gripped the base of his cock again, the other hand out for support on the bed as he lowered his hips, saying, “I’m going to fuck that beautiful face so Josh can watch.”
Kimmy squeaked an affirmative sound in her throat, nodding, and Devlin pushed that cock head into it, both hands on the mattress now, his cock stiff enough he could hump his hips and stroke his cock in and out of Kimmy’s stretched lips, poking out her cheek, rolling her head around. And Kimmy worked her mouth, sucked and swirled her tongue until spit streaked her mouth and chin, and Devlin kept fucking her mouth, Josh positive he was about to see her throat bathed in a gallon of seed.
Comments
Kat
That’s a good question. Josh seems to be into Kimmy with Devlin, not Kimmy with someone else. It has to be Devlin. He wasn’t a cuckold before Devlin started messing with his mind. He may have been predestined to be this way, but Kimmy and Devlin brought it out of him. Devlin seems to be the key. He has a past with Devlin that started when he was just coming into puberty.
Pete
If Josh does end up leaving Kimmie, I do wonder... To what end? Josh fantasizes about being a cuckold. It seems to be the only thing that gets him hard now. Can he even function, sexually, in a vanilla relationship? With a brand new partner, wouldn't he simply re-create much of this, if not all of it? All over again?
Bill F Protagoras
Interval...The Seventh Seal... Do you know how to keep a secret? The voice asks with the sable tones of the night... her opponent looks down at his piece upon the board and bows his humble features as though in confirmation, her handsome companion sneers and lays his large manicured paw in her simmering lap... her opponent coughs apologetically and embarrassed by their unashamed intimacy murmurs 'yes'... then tentatively makes his move... her derisory laughter erupts with patently false sympathy... tightening his scrotum and stirring his unimpressive prick... the beloved back of her hand dismissively brushes the maiden's blush on his cheek and her dulcet chimes ring out over the battlefield... well so do I !!! Frustrated he groans... in check once more...
Bill F Protagoras
Interval...The Seventh Seal... Do you know how to keep a secret? The voice asks with the sable tones of the night... her opponent looks down at his piece upon the board and bows his humble features as though in confirmation, her handsome companion sneers and lays his large manicured paw in her simmering lap... her opponent coughs apologetically and embarrassed by their unashamed intimacy murmurs 'yes'... then tentatively makes his move... her derisory laughter erupts with patently false sympathy... tightening his scrotum and stirring his unimpressive prick... the beloved back of her hand dismissively brushes the maiden's blush on his cheek and her dulcet chimes ring out over the battlefield... well so do I !!! Frustrated he groans... in check once more...
Bill F Protagoras
"My heart was to thy rudder tied by th’strings And thou shouldst tow me after. ” Maybe this should be Josh's motto... or not.
Andrew Mellein
I wonder if his mind will melt in a good way or bad way? You never know with Josh at this point.
Bill F Protagoras
The Poor Mouth... I only know it in translation... It's about poverty in Cork, Ireland... but as I said... "Kimmy's poor mouth", I was speculating on a title in a foreign language... it was originally written as Myles na gCopaleen in Irish but the the English version is credited to Flann though he didn't translate it. It's a parody of other biographical books in Irish... the humour is pretty grim. They were trying to cash in on his emergence from the Irish market... It's one of my favourites but really has no relevance to DITW except my belated schoolboy humour... the illustrations were good, but I no longer have a copy.
KT Morrison
Another Flann O'Brien reference! My writing Irish is quite poor, though. :sadface:
Bill F Protagoras
That fertilizer keeps turning up to stink up Kimmy's wanton langour...
Bill F Protagoras
An Beál Bocht as a title for the next instalment... just a silly joke!
Tracey52
Josh’s mind will melt when Devlin starts to fuck her.
Tracey52
One can only hope. Maybe something to do with the PI or Devlin’s dad and the business?
Andrew Mellein
I have a feeling Josh has an ace up his sleeve. And at the very end he is going to ruin Devlin.
Mike Monroe
This is terribly delicious and awful all the same ...I can't see how even if some part of Josh is turned on by what is happening in front of him how he can live with this . The truth of her betrayal is really now in front of him. There is no hiding that this is not the 1st time or the third that Kimmy has been with Devlin. His arch enemy his nemesis. All the hate he has for this man has to be like a volcano on his insides. This is world ending ..life ending in some cases. Yes he asked for this ...As the says states be careful what you ask for! As much as Josh has seemed weak I believe there will and should be some sort of shift of how this ends. All shoes have not dropped and I look forward to the dramatic ending. As a fan of Dawson's Creek ...I don't want Joey with Pacey ..I don't want Maggie with Cole...But this is up in the air! Bravo KT this is better than a movie it is epic! I am team Josh all the way! I am hoping for a redemption arc!
Kat
Totally better than TV! Lol As much as I really don’t want to see them reconnect afterwards, I suspect that Josh may still be okay with everything Kimmy did after this is over. Although, he seems to putting the pieces of Kimmy’s affair together, he also can’t stop himself from loving it, too. He wants to be in that room. All of his lurid dreams are coming true. Once it all really sinks in, and he finds out that she’s pregnant, that may be his breaking point. I sure hope it is! He’s going to know that the baby is Devlin’s. And as much as Josh is able to watch Devlin defile his wife, and watch how his wife loves it, I can’t believe that he’s going to want to raise Devlin’s child. And what about Hyun? What will she do if she finds out about this, when she realizes Kimmy used her?
Andrew Mellein
Great chapter KT! I wonder how Josh is going to make it through his bully fucking his wife! Will it be reclamation sex or angry accusations of her infidelity! Or maybe a bit of both: angry hard sex. Either way he is committed to watching this act even though he has all the answers he needs. I can’t wait how this plays out! Better than any movie or television show!
Bill F Protagoras
You're lucky to know what you like... I like how KT manages to keep us spoiled for choice... it refreshes my palate.
Bill F Protagoras
Le Baiser ! kimmy now completely naked, oops forgot to send, too engrossed! BTW loved Devlin's 'dropsical' dick, as I did the 'pound of flesh' in an earlier instalment, and its mesmeric effect on doting Kimmy in this!
Bill F Protagoras
Your fault I thought it though... and Keats was one of the Romantics most influenced by Milton's style...
Bill F Protagoras
Inarticulacy is its own form of eloquence! In my book! I am used to people confusing my tone of voice with sarcasm or irony when I have no such intention, it makes me more sensitive when writing... if that's what the exclamation points are about then I shall refrain from similar comments in future... If not I am puzzled... I thought it was a reaction to the efficacy of your work!
Bill F Protagoras
Fucking more enigmatic than ever... excuse my Dutch though the etymology in English is obscure!
Bill F Protagoras
God, did Nia do some silent suffering for a while there, but her mate had her back and nudged her out of the slump... small mercies ey, you can't beat 'em!
Bill F Protagoras
I know I'm coming off a bit exigent recently... but I still luv'er... who wouldn't love a woman with a such pretty cunny (I think it's a term of endearment used by Lady Chatterley's lower class lover... he usually uses "tha cunt"... the character abused his wife if I recall, spoilt it for me).
Bill F Protagoras
I confess I didn't write it...
Bill F Protagoras
Another poignant one worder!
Bill F Protagoras
Nia had her girlfriends though she didn't realize it for a time, but Kimmy Whatever-her-name-is only has Hyun(who has a conscience), her oldest friends she keeps at arm's length (I wonder why?)... Then there's Amy, but who knows where her 'loyalties' lie?
KT Morrison
Frameable!
KT Morrison
Thank you! Fixed in the MS. I sometimes post these without re-reading or editing—speed of delivery vs accuracy, ha ha. I appreciate the input; it helps snipe my errata.
KT Morrison
Oof! ha ha
KT Morrison
I take great joy in provoking a laugh amidst such depravity!
KT Morrison
!!
KT Morrison
Ooh, god damn, that's good.
Bill F Protagoras
There is something inherently desperate and self-destructive in Kimmy's behaviour like she yearns to suffer and be reproached and forces herself into situations of isolation from those who would offer consolation... one way or another she needs to recognize her guilt (or gilt)... and whether she realizes it or not she is hellbent on a vicious circle of exposure... she keeps pushing herself to the limits of her strength... I fear it's time for her to suffer again... and what better thing to suffer from than her excesses whilst blinded by a philistine...
CSH
Yeah I agree that Kimmy has been lying to herself a lot.
Donkatsu
Amazing writing, KT. You made me laugh out loud, even through the hot sex between Devlin and Kimmy and the vacillating confusion of Josh about just what role he ever played in Kimmy's affair. You hint that Josh may be coming to a different conclusion about his centrality in this affair, finally realizing he was not the cause or motive force. Then what? {more hot sex! That's what - ed.}
Bill F Protagoras
Don't doubt it for a moment, Josh... Devlin is gonna make sure you know a gallon of his seed is going to flood that secret place deep inside your true love's sweet cunny where you and no other man has ever reached... and you can't say he hasn't, in all his magnanimity, told you so!
Bill F Protagoras
I just realized Devlin is what is known ironically in modern terminology as a 'bad actor,' one who commits misconduct... He is certainly laying it on with a trowel much to Josh's contempt... he also still seems convinced he is the puppet master as far as Josh is concerned... and though he might not feel as unassailably irresistible to his employee as he used to be, he is using props to up the 'netorare' factor as a stopgap... fetishizing her "submission." Relying, as he frequently does on (love) muscle memory...
Bill F Protagoras
BTW KT Sizzlingly original sensuality... I squeezed my thighs together in existential solidarity with Josh...
Bill F Protagoras
As you see Kimberley Chang still has a ways to go to regain my good report...
Bill F Protagoras
On the other hand, I don't see Josh being smug so much as making a few rash assumptions cos he usually errs on the side of skepticism!
Bill F Protagoras
Well put! And that is not sarcasm.
Bill F Protagoras
Maybe you should rack KT's brains... Also Kimmy's composure? Her dissembling perhaps... one of my theories is that Kimmy has been covering up her discomposure for quite some time... maybe most effectively from herself, except when she is jarred by the shock of Josh's withholding himself... taxing the credulity of her smug haughty airs. Josh still hugs his image of ex-Kimmy, his wife inside his mind even while he glimpses the awful depths of her treacherous salacious nature and watches her going at it salt as monkeys with her overbearing fancy man. I wouldn't be surprised if he were teetering on the high-wire... His delightful cuckoldress may wallow sowishly in impugning the effective reach of his meagre tool but the man has balls!
Jake Hawes
OMG
Bill F Protagoras
In fact, the entire fucking poem... I'm sure Josh and Keats would've got on like a house on fire!
Bill F Protagoras
"Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung."
Bill F Protagoras
It's a privilege to see you at work KT... you never disappoint... If Kimmy's song be Josh's muse give me excess of it... it has a dying fall... but that might just be me!
CSH
Josh showing moments of real insight here. Though wavering, he’s still keeping himself composed. Does he make it through this all outwardly tough and seemingly unaffected or does his composure break and his control abandon him as Kimmy’s has abandoned her? He comes off tougher and more honest though just a tad smug. And what’s this, by the way? “For a brief second, he could see the beautiful perfection of his plan.“
Bill F Protagoras
In a word... epic.
Bill F Protagoras
He's gonna need it... if you'll forgive my vile pun, Devlin is really coming into his own... or so he seems convinced... Subtly preparing to be a bull in his very own China shop perhaps... tasteless racism aside, rife with ambiguities... and the eminence gris remains... wherever they do? I think they have a club...
Bill F Protagoras
" A smorgasbord of sexual delights"... I love Josh's bitter humour!
Bill F Protagoras
Maybe now Josh is living his nightmare he will be free to dream...
Bill F Protagoras
It's true KT and you have showed it us to be so... the devil is in the details... Kimmy is the whore who kissed and didn't tell! Yet her treacherous corporeal sins brazenly reveal themselves to her genuine unlauded devotee! Josh is nobody's fool... except for hers... but the sword outwears the sheath... and as each consecutive episode hints... the soul wears out the breast... the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest... alternately Josh has never been but a nerdy profligate, despite the insistence of that temptress, his harlot wife. She keeps on insisting she does it for the money, naturally I take her at her word.
Bill F Protagoras
Kimmy Agonistes grinding like the other slaves... earning her just reward... earning her daily bread... so deplorably banal except in this moment for Josh... the existential nausea... hell is his other person locked in himself! Whose body is lewdly locked with another's.
Bill F Protagoras
Letting (h)er legs flop wide... correction
Bill F Protagoras
Heisenberg's Uncertainty principal, the kiss of Judas! "For a brief second, he could see the beautiful perfection of his plan. It vanished in vulgarity:"
Bill F Protagoras
I don't know KT... Klimt, covered in Kimmy gold, a false adornment... Rodin's rough moment chipped from stone... now this is beauty, the terrible naked continuous betrayal of the flesh just as Josh knew it might be but could never have imagined in all its consequence and disappointment... ongoing riding the wave where the past plunges its lusty tongue into the future's waiting maw...
Bill F Protagoras
Raw reality like heroes clashing on the plains of Troy... the art subtracted from the martial... the basic mechanics of mutilation and death... recorded orally from the stone age to the bronze... the cruel kiss of crude weaponry on human flesh... in retrospect not for fine horses or trade routes... but because Alexandros broke the rules of hospitality and despoiled the disaffected body of Aphrodite's gift to Menalaos... not for revenge or lands but because two bodies betrayed and kissed.
Kat
Very interesting title for this chapter, KT. My grandmother had a replica of the Rodin sculpture “The Kiss” in her house. While it appears to be two lovers in a passionate embrace, it’s actually two lovers committing adultery, and the wife’s husband kills them both when he finds out. Interesting indeed. 🤔
