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DITW 12-18: Opprobrium
🕑 Added 2024-01-18 23:00:04 +0000 UTCWhat she hadn’t counted on was the arousal her revealed betrayal would provide. She’d always pictured it differently. Pictured it like how terrified she’d been when Josh had jetted away to Rome and had left her wallowing in a morass of conjured thoughts that slashed at her with sharp blades of her own horrific imagination. Guilt. Dishonor. Shame. Betrayal. And the worst: abandonment. But now Josh bore witness, and his witness bore submission. Submission to her ills, to her desires, to darkling gifts that only the anointed could endure. This was theirs, and she was in command. Submission to Devlin granted her command. In this role, she could proffer to her husband the things he would return for, again and again, like the incessant lure of crocodile-infested drinking water to thirsty gazelles. Water was life; but illicit pleasure was a benefaction that no one else had the ascendancy to provide to Josh.
So she whimpered and moaned and obeyed Devlin’s demands, leaving the blindfold on, rolling to her back, letting Devlin guide her into a comfortable position, resting a pillow under her head. Then one under her lower back. Devlin sought to reveal to Josh her deepest of secrets.
She would perform for Josh during this ceremony. Provide a show like no other, perform an unholy theater he would never forget, that he would hide in his deepest, darkest file folder where no one would think to look. And on those horny, sleepless nights when he needed something to send him into a sexual stratosphere, he could open this file, replay it, and hit an ecstasy like nothing else. And he would equate the power of that experience to her. Done at his request. The two of them working together.
She lay with the soles of her feet on the bed, knees up, legs spread to allow Devlin into the space between her thighs. Devlin’s hands crested the points of her knees, caressed them. He got into place, and she waited, feeling his warmth, feeling the weight of his body on the bed with her. He tweaked her nipples, and she mewled the most girlish sound she could muster. Writhing and moaning now, eager for him to keep doing what he was doing. Then the weight of his cock fell on her tummy, and what had been an act began to turn, became no more a performance than an actual reaction. She craved his cock. Wanted it. Wanted to feel the amazing sex he gave her—and couldn’t wait for Josh to watch something he could never do to her.
And her hands were free now. Free to roam and explore. Her eyes were shielded, hiding in the dark, but her hands communicated, read the world around her, translated touch to thought. Devlin was muscular. Bulky, powerful. Yet trim and toned, too. Wide, hard shoulders, narrow waist. Her hands roamed his arms and shoulders, caressed them; played the act of timidity, too. Because while her hands read Devlin’s body, Josh would be reading them as well. They should tell a story. Tell a story of familiarity but regret; a story of apology and of helpless feminine lust. Which was true. She’d been somehow helpless in all of this at the beginning. It didn’t even seem like she was the same woman who’d gone after Devlin at Tiffany’s party. Who’d rolled around on the ground with him—knowing it wasn’t a fight, knowing she didn’t want combat with him. What had she even wanted? Amy had sparked it. That snide reminder of her worst night’s humiliation. Of the sorrow she’d felt afterward, at the emotional wounding of it all. Devlin and Amy. Amy, her friend. Devlin the hottest, richest guy at Dalton High. And she hated Devlin. Hated him, but wanted him. Wanted his dominance. Wanted his assurance. Wanted Devlin to want her, rolling in the grass with him, a married woman. That was really it. Grant me worthiness. Set my shame upright. Remove the burden of my teenage indignity.
Devlin’s huge hand spread on her naked chest, thumb pad and pinky tip abusing her nipples. He got into place, the front of his strong thighs bracing against the backs of her thighs. She put her feet over the other side, getting them nice and close. The weight of his cock rested on her belly and over her mound. And she really couldn’t wait for his return. Her pussy throbbed in his massive absence.
With her hands free, she was able to explore, show Josh her familiarity with the totem between Devlin’s legs; the one thing that frightened her husband most in this world. She ran finger pads up and down the topside, feeling the bulky swollen ripple of the flared lip of his enormous cock head. Lifted it from her stomach, stroked it upright, holding it out where she knew Josh would see it. Josh would forever remember the sight of his wife’s hand on his bully’s huge cock. Every time he would see her hands in the future, he would remember this day. She stroked Devlin now, her fingers curling his enormous girth, her thumb riding upright, the cushion slipping up and down, easing in and out of the channel of his frenulum, swirling the cup of Devlin’s urethra. Then she used two hands. And found something surprising. “Oh, you’re so fucking hard,” she whispered. “You’ve never been harder.” Devlin loved Josh watching. Devlin loved how Josh witnessed his supreme sexual power over his wife, how Josh’s wife worshipped his much bigger cock. “You’re so big. You’re so thick,” she said, one hand dropping to cup his scrotum. Devlin was so large, so aroused to extreme hardness today, it was like his scrotum had pulled up tight to offer his shaft the extra skin needed to support this increased size. The curve in his shaft was more pronounced at this hardness. She even suspected he might not last very long with Josh watching. There were the soft plops of excess seminal fluid spilling from Devlin’s slit onto her pubic pad. Her grip went slipperier with his added lubrication. Their connection was as wet as if they’d used half a jar of lube. Both of them loved Josh watching.
But it was she who was in control. Without her, these two men would be alone and wanting. Empty, their desires unfulfilled. She was the conduit that afforded them each their kinkiest, most forbidden desires. She’d used both of them to shape the other, and was the one who reaped the rewards in the end. As did they. They were a strange symbiotic identity that fed and ate from one another; but without her, they were both nothing.
She top-handed Devlin’s massive cock and guided him lower, easing him between her thighs and nestling the huge end into her opening. He pushed inside her, and she aided his entry, then let his cock go, biting her own lip and putting her hands up onto the pillow on either side of her face; another act of submission; a guileful portrayal of innocence.
Devlin pushed in with a grunt, spreading her in a delicious swell that tickled the top of her brain. They were slippery, and the stretch was amazing. So much better than laying on her side. On her back she was open and passive, and his weapon did the work it was intended for without mercy. He was so fucking big. So fucking hard.
She gasped and sighed and rose her eyebrows high above the blindfold; honest but amplified. Whispering oh-my-god and moaning and whimpering. Could Josh even stand this?
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Kimmy was tall but petite. Skinny, flat bellied, a tiny waist. Josh’s eyes remained glued to a ripple in his wife’s stomach, like the crown of a beaver’s skull sliding silently above a pond’s smooth and still surface. Kimmy had told him once Devlin’s cock was two-toned, like a horse’s. Told him it had a crook. No lies. She’d been honest with him, but had withheld so much.
The beaver’s skull was the oscillating node of Devlin’s cock head inside his wife. Devlin was rock hard. Kimmy had even sounded wowed and impressed handling that massive pipe. Like Devlin had never been this hard before. His brow furrowed deeper, thinking of Kimmy with Devlin, maybe in Cayman, while her dopey husband waited for her return, and Devlin was fucking her, and Kimmy was in awe, watching the effect his outsized organ had on her body. She was too small to take him. Devlin was too big. His cock pushed her body to obvious limits. The beaver swam back, then forward; back a little again, then forward. Getting deeper. Maybe ten inches inside his wife. Into parts of Kimmy’s body he could never touch. And if those spots could promote pleasure, then he would never satisfy her that way. Never give her the contact of his glans against her furthest interior.
Devlin saw it, too. Devlin watched Kimmy’s taut tummy ripple with his passage. He even growled a sound of masculine appreciation. Loving that he could do this to another man’s wife. Do it while her meek husband watched.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “Look at that tummy. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Kimmy barely responded, her body still and accepting, afraid to move like she was receiving an administration in the hospital. Subjected and submitted; accommodating despite the discomfort.
“Look how deep she takes it, Josh. And she grips it the whole way like it’s her hand. And she loves it deep. She gets off on it. Watch...”
Josh waited, his breath short on the inhale, hot and heavy on the exhale. Eyes glued. Heart hammering. Stomach slithering with erotic disgust.
“Kimmy, your body is so fucking incredible,” Devlin said now, putting his hand down on her stomach, resting his fingertips on her waist and caressing the raised hump of his cock head as it pushed up her tummy. “Fucking balls deep, Josh. Balls deep. Mm, Kimmy. Holy fuck.”
But now he withdrew a few inches, the cock head disappearing, Devlin’s hand moving to Kimmy’s neck, cupping the nape. “Come up a little,” he said to her, guiding her chin down, making her tummy wrinkle in lines as she performed an abbreviated stomach crunch, rocking his hips and pushing Kimmy’s rump against the pillow bunched under the small of her back. He pushed in again and Kimmy cried out a sound Josh would never forget. It was incredible. She sounded like she’d orgasmed. Her head thrusted back and broke free from Devlin’s grip. The end of Devlin’s cock couldn’t be detected anymore in the flat of her stomach. But Kimmy whimpered and whined and brought both her hands to cover her face. Her breath snorted against her palms.
“Deep secrets, Kimmy,” Devlin said, smiling. “That’s it. Fuck, you feel good. Rock with me...”
Devlin rolled his hips, his cock buried balls-deep inside Kimmy. And Kimmy trembled and shook, her breath roaring through her palms, shuddering every other heartbeat. Then she panted, “Oh, god, oh, fuck,” over and over, pausing, holding her breath, letting it all out. After an endless heart shattering moment, she began to undulate her hips too, humping against Devlin’s deep burial. Her hands came away and Josh watched her beautiful mouth hang open, her white teeth showing. She would pant and then she would hiss with clenched teeth.
“Kimmy’s got a G-spot up here, Joshy. You ever hit it?”
Of all Devlin’s taunts, none hit him harder. No, he hadn’t. Was this what they did together? Every lunch, did Kimmy need this big dick treatment like some sort of sexual therapy? Did she start to sweat when it was eleven-thirty and she’d be hitting the sexual lunch room in half an hour and a man with the biggest dick she’d ever seen was going to do things her husband couldn’t? Was this the release of hysterics? Devlin was like some big dick doctor with Kimmy’s cure at the end of his massive cock, that engorged head nestled in her deepest cavity and stretching it out.
“She’s going to come, Joshy. You ever seen your wife squirt? I bet you didn’t know Kimmy’s a squirter.”
Comments
Pete
I do wonder how Josh striking Devlin will affect Kimmy. We haven't seen violence in any prior books. Will she feel less safe with Josh? Shouldn't she? He seems to hate Kimmy now on a much higher level than Devlin. If he would, in a rage, throw a chair at Devlin, what might he do to Kimmy?
Bill F Protagoras
"Devlin was like some big dick doctor with Kimmy’s cure at the end of his massive cock, that engorged head nestled in her deepest cavity and stretching it out." As you said Josh has his own irony... as here he also has flashes of painful insight... unfortunately, to understand all is by no means to forgive all. A lesson which I fear she will only learn the hard way, and may, because of her, cost Josh more than he can afford! Devlin is one of Elliot's hollow men and will die not with a bang but a whimper. A petit mort! For a petty man.
Bill F Protagoras
Good to see you're not missing the good stuff!
Rocambole50
No words can say how good is this. Keep going KT.
Bill F Protagoras
Hey, do me a favour! Don't do me anymore favours, sweetheart!
Bill F Protagoras
I feel princess's ascendancy requires defiance...
Andrew Mellein
Josh’s POVs always says he watched her and Devlin in erotic revulsion or something to that effect! So he is definitely not enjoying himself. Still can’t wait till he finds out about Kimmys love child! Especially after observing her and Devlin without protection. This is definitely going to come to a head in a future chapter!
Bill F Protagoras
I'm pretty sure the News of the World alleged it was 9 inches long and women said that 'it' hurt them... but I've never been able to corroborate. But it was idle curiosity I've never bothered to read any biographical material... the paper was popularly known as the 'News of the Screws.'
Bill F Protagoras
Couldn't say... although when I investigated years ago due to a tv series about him, the consensus was that though he had an excessive sex and drug life his cock was not extraordinary... though nobody seems to have complained... except I imagine when he became increasingly diseased, his penis was in a sad warty state! When I asked me dad what he knew about the girls sniffing coke off his (Errol's) dick me dad poo- pooed it as unreliable scandal mongering gutter press... only that detail, but didn't firmly deny it... but as a shop steward and a tool setter me dad didn't hobnob with holly wood stars much... I didn't say mythic as that would imply it was a downright lie. I used legendary in it's original sense of being attributed to him because of his heroic status. I would be telling a lie if I didn't admit that I suspected the 'recent' slang status of the word might pique your prurient interest. As we say here ji ji! The jota being pronouned like a phlegmy aitch!
KT Morrison
How many quarters did Errol measure?
Bill F Protagoras
He tries too hard to be a good person, and she seems oblivious to the very concept... KT opened the door a crack on Kimmy... but not enough to rid me of the feeling that she is at the least as far as Josh is concerned a monster of ingratitude! As things stand, I think he wouldn't be unjustified in dropping her like a hot coal, if he did he would be saving himself a lot of agonizing and unrewarding hard work. He is like a tiny fillip added onto the rollercoaster rocket ride of her beloved big dick, or little more than an additional frisson to a braingasm anyway. Lets see how long she clams up, if Josh gives her the treatment she deserves... the cold shoulder and distance. She can enjoy the things that engross her attention so much to her heart's content... There's no such thing as a free lunch when you actually need one! And as for Devlin I'm sure he has lots of other victims to glut his deplorable appetites! If anyone apart from Kimmy gives a shite!
Bill F Protagoras
"Submission to Devlin granted her command." She may as well get down on all fours now and lave his vile arse hole with her lackey tongue... her abasement to his foul desires and villainous works is not mere pragmatism because for her it validates her own black heart's longings, it makes her an accomplice to oppression of others. She has no respect for Josh, she is his line manager in Devlin's cuckold hell, and she either shares him with her boss or plays both men, that being no brighter prospect for her underling. I'm afraid Mr Waters has not achieved the goals we set! IT IS NOT A GAME! Read "Crowds and Power" Kimmy, you are an integral part of the problem! I seem to remember a part in an early book when KT made it clear Stone kept his bod spick and span and hygienic... but I didn't think she might as well press a respectful buss on his sanitary squeaky clean botty was gonna work for me! Not Black Sabbathy enough!
CSH
Yes, he’s turning it inward as he has always done. Consistent character behavior, for sure. It was the rebellion in Rome that was out of the ordinary.
CSH
It would bring things full circle. If she pulls it off it will cement the hierarchy she has in mind.
Bill F Protagoras
What everybody should be asking themselves is what or who in this instalment has earned such condemnation as the fulsome term opprobrium lavishly confers...
Bill F Protagoras
Do I have to tell you how good it was? Continues to show improvement... which is in and of itself breathtaking!
Bill F Protagoras
I don't feel any confidence that it's true... This is like really watching something die right in front of you! But it is how it feels!
Bill F Protagoras
This sure has Kimmy coming off as a bit of a megalomaniac!
Bill F Protagoras
Now I am watching the credits scroll while Carmina Burana plays... and they all read KT Morrison.
Bill F Protagoras
And finally irony you smug motherfucker! Please, KT don't try to make me feel bad by telling how his mother died giving birth to him due to complications because of the size of his penis... See Donkatsu, a low life!
Bill F Protagoras
"Was this the release of hysterics?" Perhaps a one off justifiable use of the term 'hysterics.'
Bill F Protagoras
Me neither, except I think maybe he is disgusted with himself for having let them make him their dupe, when they are getting far too much mileage out of him... I don't see him as being complicit in this 'gestalt' crap. He must know he is disposable... if only because of the way Kimmy treats him and blithely misunderstands him, this is no 'eternal' triangle situation. It is a dream for some and a nightmare for others... yes, I am citing John Boorman's Arthurian hot wife epic! It's even got cherry blossoms in it!
Bill F Protagoras
“Kimmy’s got a G-spot up here, Joshy. You ever hit it?” He's a natural when it comes to taunting Josh... If he only he knew only him and Kimmy are still in high school!
CSH
We each see what we want. I don’t see how people get the idea that Josh is disgusted. Sitting there with his little stiffy. Perhaps appalled at the revealed truth but lustfully devouring it all as it is served up to him. The episode showing a bit of disconnect between where their heads are at. Also becoming clearer Kimmy is seeing this as a one time thing done for Josh. But is it…..? I’m willing to bet Josh will need that file full of choice, painful memories. And she can enjoy making them for him. She might need him to beg her to continue doing it of course.
Bill F Protagoras
“Deep secrets, Kimmy,” Devlin said, smiling. “That’s it." Even a stopped clock is right twice a day. Unless it's digital... yeah... that sounds more like Devlin... once a day!
Bill F Protagoras
"Loving that he could do this to another man’s wife. Do it while her meek husband watched." We all only exist for your pleasure, Devster! Especially, Josh... and his cock-sleeve WIFE!
Bill F Protagoras
"Josh’s eyes remained glued to a ripple in his wife’s stomach, like the crown of a beaver’s skull sliding silently above a pond’s smooth and still surface." Another great 'sui generis' extended epic metaphor!
Bill F Protagoras
"Devlin pushed in with a grunt, spreading her in a delicious swell that tickled the top of her brain." Substitute 'KT' and a metaphorical strap-on and that is what makes her so good at what she does... the brain bit... not the strap-on!
Bill F Protagoras
Thanks, Donkatsu I would be flattered but I am a lowlife! I never expected contrition that's just voodoo... I do think Josh was hoping for some sign of remorse... conscience... an I give a fuck... agenbite of inwit There you have James Joyce showing what a wanker Steven Dedalus is... agenbite= remorse, inwit= awareness or conscience... thereby taking some of the pressure off his own big head! I read a lot... and I like to think I was mainly a good teacher.
Bill F Protagoras
"They were a strange symbiotic identity that fed and ate from one another; but without her, they were both nothing." Dopamine... I'll have what she's having! Unless it's Devlin's big fat extra hard dick! Obviously... I'm really not into... devil worship... Honest... Cross my heart! Or unless it's a manic episode!
Bill F Protagoras
"Their connection was as wet as if they’d used half a jar of lube. Both of them loved Josh watching." How SHE adores excluding the nerd and being included by her cool boss! Sold her soul to the devil much... I wonder how much she'll like a whopping dose of her own medicine?
Bill F Protagoras
"Josh would forever remember the sight of his wife’s hand on his bully’s huge cock. Every time he would see her hands in the future, he would remember this day." Doesn't sound like penance or sorrow to me... It's mean girl 101... not the kind of thing mommy and daddy would approve of, don't you think Kimberley Chang? Not penitence but gloating... 'schadenfreude'!
Mike Monroe
I think from this chapter she is over estimating how Josh is seeing this. I believe he is getting more and more disgusted with her and this act that she and Delvin are doing. With each passing moment the more truth is being exposed. He is seeing how wicked she is ..how much she doesn't respect him or their marriage. How much of a sham their marriage is . For what ever reason she done this ..blaming Josh for the miscarriage...which is Luney Tunes thinking! Josh was a great husband to her ..and for what ever reason she has started this journey...10 books of humiliation and disloyalty. There is no way accepts this as the new normal for his life. This is like really watching something die right in front of you! There is no more hiding the truth...only a tragic ending of the love of his life and their marriage as he knew it. This is not for his benefit..how Devlin got him here is incredible.. KT awesome chapter ... Disgusting delicious tragic ending ahead!
Bill F Protagoras
"And she really couldn’t wait for his return. Her pussy throbbed in his massive absence." And we know that Josh can see it...
Bill F Protagoras
"Hated him, but wanted him. Wanted his dominance. Wanted his assurance. Wanted Devlin to want her, rolling in the grass with him, a married woman. That was really it. Grant me worthiness. Set my shame upright. Remove the burden of my teenage indignity." At last some grains of truth like legendary grains of coke off Errol Flynn's dick... but not revealed to Josh. No, he's here to feel his limitations be revealed before the man she loves to hate... a man she needs more than him, a man who can give, can grant her so much more than his modest resources. She even prizes his assurance.
Bill F Protagoras
"she mewled the most girlish sound she could muster." Like it is her first communion too... I'm surprised she isn't all pretty and proud in a white dress on HER special day... transubtantiating like a house on fire!
Bill F Protagoras
His request but her bitchin' bequest...
Bill F Protagoras
"that he would hide in his deepest, darkest file folder where no one would think to look. And on those horny, sleepless nights when he needed something to send him into a sexual stratosphere, he could open this file, replay it, and hit an ecstasy like nothing else. And he would equate the power of that experience to her." She thinks she is conniving with Josh unbeknownst to him, to provide him with deviant consolation when SHE LEAVES HIM HIGH AND DRY... as though his needs were her needs. So she dressed him up to celebrate his unholy first communion. Opprobrium... back to baseness... opprobrium such a heavy word weighty with meaning... red badges and scarlet letters for scarlet women... and a burden for those that love them...
Donkatsu
Kimmy's not going to give Josh that show of contrition you want her to. She's going for the gold medal in hotwifery now. She must make him submit. How else can she get him to not only accept but raise Devlin's big-dicked brat . Just think of that first diaper change reveal, carefully obscured for months by Kimmy, the baby sitter, and Hyun, when Josh sees that this 9 month-old boy has a bigger dick than he does. As an aside, Bill, you really need to convince the Lit department at your local uni to let you teach a course on hotwifery through the ages (Milton, Chaucer, Boccaccio, some South Asian dude, HBO's Rome, etc.) or some such. It would be a shame for all this research and erudition to be available only to a bunch of low lifes of the sort that congregate here.
Bill F Protagoras
"Submission to her ills, to her desires, to darkling gifts that only the anointed could endure." Being anointed smacks of the last rights, as though Josh is the one who needs a show of contrition... as though he is eating HER sins in synchronicity with her voracious (Moravagine) cunt!
Donkatsu
Great chapter, KT! I feel as if I am replaying a tape. In the throes of orgasmic build up, Kimmy is still conniving on how best to gaslight "the love of her life". Whimpers or moans, perhaps both. Gasping, check; calling upon the almighty, check; filling the squirt tank, check. Question of the day: does Kimmy engineer a cleanup on aisle V? Just how far will she go to humiliate and shame Josh on the rationalization that he's asked for it and loves it (and it really lets him know who's the boss).
Andrew Mellein
Kimmy acknowledges she's doing this for Josh to atone for her guilt and also to get off on Devlins big cock because she's attracted to it. But I think Josh is doing this for himself so he could see Kimmys betrayal and the more he watches his wife with his bully the more disgusted I think he gets! Devlin's bully taunts don't help! I wonder where these two opposite viewpoints in a so called marriage are going to lead? Only KT will tell!
Andrew Mellein
As I got to the end of the chapter. I can tell Josh was getting more and more disgusted. By Kimmy and her betrayal of their marriage by fucking her boss and his bully! I don’t think and hope reclamation sex is in the cards.
Andrew Mellein
First! And I just got home from work🤣🤣 Can’t wait to read!
