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Devil in the Waters, Book 8, Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2021-09-17 00:00:03 +0000 UTCNow she had something to work with.
It was hard to believe how it had all progressed. Hard to imagine that what Devlin said about Josh could be true. And Josh’s truth was a path to her own salvation.
His cock throbbed in her hand, stiff and hot as a curling iron. She worked her grip up and down in slow drags, watching her husband sink into the bed, face showing heavenly bliss in combat with angst. The path was like a long stretch of traffic and all ahead were green lights. It seemed so clear, and her control of the situation strengthened. Her control was as sure as the grip on Josh’s cock. Somehow, she could bring him happiness amidst all this badness. It got her smiling.
She whispered, “What should I say to him?”
“Tell him you saw it,” Josh murmured.
“He knows I saw it, baby. He showed it to me.” She chuckled and bit his earlobe again.
Josh chuckled too. The chuckle became a groan as she squeezed his cock harder. The wet from their sex still oiled his member.
“Tell him what you thought of it.”
“I can’t do that, Josh. Just come out and say I thought his dick was huge?”
This made Josh groan again. He writhed and humped her hand. The more awful the dirty talk, the better.
But Josh said, “Not what you thought of it. It. Not that, I mean the act of showing it to you.”
“Like how he must be proud of it and that’s why he showed it to me?”
“No, Kimmy.” He grunted and chuckled, hips bucking as she jerked him in tight and slow strokes. “How you didn’t appreciate him doing that.”
“That doesn’t sound fun, Josh. I thought you wanted dirty talk.”
Josh held her wrist, stopping the motion of her grip on his cock. He regarded her with narrow and lusty eyes that struggled to focus.
“Not dirty talk. What you’re really going to say to him.”
“What I might say to him. I’m going to lose my nerve.”
“No pressure, no pressure,” he murmured.
“So I tell him I didn’t appreciate it. Then what?”
“I don’t know. You play it from there.”
She chuckled, and kissed his chest. Her hand still pumped slowly and she said to him, “I hear your brain still putting up barricades so the truth doesn’t come out. Tell me what you’d never want me to say. That’s the fantasy, tell me one thing you would never want me to say to him.”
Josh groaned and squirmed, pushing his cock through the slick grip of her fist. “Oh fuck, I don’t know . . .”
She jerked faster for a moment, got him bouncing on the bed, stomach heaving in and out. “You say ‘I don’t know’ one more time and I swear, Josh, we’re never going to play this game ever again.” And to give him a glimpse of what that future might be like, she released his throbbing erection and slapped his stomach, right over his navel. He groaned, covered his eyes with a forearm. Her hand went right back before he came to his senses and said she was right that they should never play this game again. Once the stroking began, Josh melted into the bed. “Tell me . . .”
“The worse would be if you told him you wanted to see it again, right there in his office.”
She giggled—not just at the ridiculous image that sentence provoked, but the actuality that she could say that to Devlin and he would do it for her, pull his manhood out right in her office. She agreed, “That would be awful. I’m definitely going to say that. I’m going to ask for a private show.”
“Don’t you dare,” he said, in good humor, getting into it, the two of them sharing a joke together.
There should be guilt in her heart, and she supposed somewhere deep down guilt was there, but she was a predator on the hunt, hot on the trail of a delicious meal. She was chasing Josh’s kink down. She would chase it down but it was wily. It would take more than speed and grace and power. It would take cunning. Josh’s psyche was wily and unpredictable. Capricious and emotional, subject to wild orthogonal action. If she relied on bloodlust, it could escape her. Her prey needed nurturing and trust and care. All of which was natural to her. All of which was true. This was the cunning.
“How about this: Josh told me you took your trunks down, but I didn’t see. What did I miss, Devlin?”
“That’s perfect,” Josh said, a rumble of laughter threatening in his chest.
It was ludicrous, but her husband’s hardness and the way he covered his eyes from hers proved to her this was exactly what he really wanted. But hated that he wanted. “What if I really said that, Josh. Can you imagine?”
“That fucking asshole would be on you in a second.”
“I don’t doubt it,” she said, laughing, and instead of eclipsing him, climbed right over top of his body. They were chest to chest and hipbone to hipbone; her hands sought out his hands while her stomach squirmed against his rock hard cock. “It is a sexy thought.”
“What do you mean?” he said, vulnerability exposed, his hands in her hands, held out on either side.
She said, “What would I do if he got on me?”
Josh’s face soured for a moment and she realized she wasn’t as cunning as she thought. There was that wily psyche of Josh’s; that timid little interior rabbit shying away from the truth. Josh hated being shown the things that tormented him and she’d just put in his mind the image of her on her back at Tiffany’s cottage and Devlin humping between her legs. He hated that. Hated that he liked it. Couldn’t accept it.
“Hey,” she said, and flexed her stomach, ballooning it out to put pressure on his erection. “Don’t get morose. I swear to God, I’ll slide right off you, get in the shower, and it’s right back to non-kinky sex for us. I’ll cut a hole in the sheet, and we can do it without looking at each other from now on.”
That opened Josh’s expression like a flower. His smile returned, his mind veering away from that image of his wife being laid out by his high school bully. And that was only part of the truth that Josh knew of that night. “So, I’m not saying that. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“He wants to fuck you,” Josh said, tonelessly.
“I’m not special, Josh. I think Devlin probably wants to fuck everything.”
Josh raised an eyebrow, considering it. She wasn’t wrong. Josh agreed.
“Forget the fantasy,” he said. “What would you really say?”
“I’m not sure. If I say that I didn’t appreciate it, where do we go from there? What would Devlin say?” She humped her stomach against him again, her pelvis tilting forward and back. He’d say . . .” She rolled up her eyes to the ceiling. “He’d say that it’s his property—”
“His dad owns it.”
“And he can do what he wants there. It’s a human body, what’s the big deal? he’d add.”
“And you’d say”—Josh raised his voice high and breathy, imitating hers—“You did it in front of my husband.”
Now Kimmy spoke in a deep-voice imitation of Devlin. “Josh stripped down too. You kept your clothes on. According to your husband and I, it’s you that was the problem.”
Josh laughed at her imitation; hard enough to bounce her on his stomach. But that got her slick tummy sliding against the head of his cock and he groaned with lust again.
She continued in Devlin’s voice. “Josh and I are on the same page. Kinda rude, us guys getting at-one-with nature and this stuck up lawyer keeps her swimsuit on. Way to make us feel like heels, Kimmy Chang.”
Josh laughed and groaned, and hugged her. “I hate that he calls you Chang. Fucking drives me crazy.”
“How do you think I feel?”
“Like you’re not married.”
She squinted. “That’s stupid. I am married. Just because he calls me Chang doesn’t make me think I don’t have a husband at home.”
“Nah, he does it for my benefit. Make me worry that you’ll think that—”
“How can I forget? I come home every night and you’re here. What am I going to do, come in some time and go, ‘Jesus, who’s this guy in my apartment?”
“Call the cops on me.”
“You’ll be showing them your driver’s license, going, ‘Officer, I live here.’”
“It’s like an episode of Black Mirror.”
She laughed at that. This was why she loved this man. Who else could you play around with this way? Who else could you feel such a friendship with even when you were in bed and you were naked. It’s not that Josh was harmless, it’s that she loved him. At this point, everything she wanted to do with Devlin was more for Josh than her. It had been for her, but now she would subjugate herself to Devlin for her husband’s benefit. Of course, that was still her benefit—sexually and restoratively.
She kissed her husband on the mouth, dragged her body up his, curling her pelvis forward, gliding the belly of his cock into her still engorged labia, then sitting on him. She drummed on his naked chest and Josh folded his hands under his head. He looked casual and confident.
“I don’t think we should let this fantastic erection go to waste,” she said.
“No, we shouldn’t.”
She reached behind, used her fingers to guide his tip into her opening, then sat back, letting him sink inside her body again. “You’re so hard right now,” she said and laughed.
“Look at you,” he said, eyes narrowed and studying her with admiration. “How could I not be hard.”
“How come Devlin didn’t get hard then?”
“On the beach? Must have been thinking about baseball and his grandmother. Maybe his grandmother playing baseball.”
“You don’t think he’d want me to see it when it was hard? I bet he’d love that.”
“I think you can get arrested for doing that if the woman’s not willing.”
“Not in Cayman,” she said.
Then, imitating her imitation of Devlin, he said, “Private property, bro.”
She assumed the Devlin-voice as well. “What happens in Cayman stays in Cayman, bro.”
“Bro,” Josh said again, making a mean face, trying to look like Devlin.
She snickered and said, “He doesn’t see even say bro. Why do we make him say that?”
“He seems like the kind of guy who would say bro.”
“He’s a lot smarter than I thought, sometimes.”
Josh’s brows knit together. “Are you saying this to get me going?”
“No, I’m serious. Some of the shit he comes up with . . . Well, sometimes it’s amateur psychotherapy, and sometimes it’s broad misinterpretations of Nietzsche and Kierkegaard.”
“Hundred percent that guy only reads white male philosophers.”
She laughed, began to hump with Josh’s steely rod inside her. Her breath turned into a whisper. “You feel really good right now.”
“Kimmy needs every inch she can get.”
She laughed and then chastised him, slapping his chest and saying stop.
“Take it,” he said, flexing his butt and making his cock swell. “This is as good as you’re going to get it, right here.”
“This is it?” She arched her back and looked up at the ceiling—putting on a show for Josh. She squeezed her own nipples, knowing he was watching. Knowing it would make him wild.
“You’re not going to get your stomach touched.”
“I don’t think I want that,” she said, rolling her hips now. She had every bit of her husband inside her, and she was going to come.
As Josh’s groaning began, and his hands gripped her hips, she flopped forward, her hands on either side of his head, hair dangling toward him. “You know what I’m going to say to Devlin? . . .”
“Tell me,” he gasped.
“This is it, for real, I’m really going to say this, Josh.”
“Tell me.”
She bucked her hips quicker, watched Josh’s mouth fall open. His penis was flexing and cabling inside her, her grip on him driving him wild. “I’m going to say . . . I didn’t know the Cayman Beach was clothing optional.”
“It’s good.”
“Right? Then listen, I’m going to say next time I’m down there maybe I won’t bring a swimsuit.”
“Jesus, Kimmy.”
“Is that too bad?”
“Then he’s going to come to Cayman next time, for sure.”
“Don’t you want him to?”
“Oh God,” Josh said, laughing and groaning. “No, I don’t.”
“Think about.”
Josh grimaced. “I hate it.”
“Exactly,” she said, slapping his cheek and getting his eyes open. She kissed his mouth. “That’s what I’m really going to say,” she whispered and kissed him again.
“It only makes sense,” Josh said.
“What makes sense?”
“Devlin and I stripped, and you didn’t.”
“You want me to . . . you want him to see me naked?”
Josh laughed. “Oh God, he’d fucking lose his mind seeing how hot my wife is.”
“Yeah, right after you lost your mind. You’d pass out before you saw his reaction.” She chuckled and kissed his mouth. They rocked with each other for a long while, breathing heavy, enjoying the feel of their connection. She whispered, “He saw you naked, Josh.”
“You told me not to care. I didn’t care.”
“He didn’t say anything. You said he’d make fun of you.”
“He wouldn’t do it in front of you.”
“He never said it when I drove him back to his hotel. He’s got nothing to make fun of, Josh. I don’t want something touching my stomach, and I can tell you right now, what you’ve got is going to make me come in about two more minutes.”
“I rock your world, huh?”
“We showed him,” she said. “We sure showed him.”
“I bet you he jerked off thinking about it. Thinking about your noises.”
“So gross,” she said, turning her nose up.
“So, you don’t believe Amy?”
She gasped, her admission of the approaching orgasm not any charade at all. She was going to come. Twice in a row. “What, that she’s, mm, been ruined for every other man?”
“She said that?”
“Amy’s such a big talker. She’s full of shit.”
Josh said, “She’s a lawyer.”
For a second, Kimmy agreed, then said, “Hey—” and opened her eyes, smiling, but sitting up with her hands on his chest like she was giving him CPR. “I’m a lawyer.”
Josh laughed as well as though he’d forgotten it himself. “Sorry,” he said.
“You chased my orgasm away.”
“Get it again,” he said, hands on her hips, rocking her weight with his erection all the way inside her.
A nasty glimmer of an idea showed in a tiny crack in her thoughts. And she opened it wider, peeked beyond, seeing an opportunity. It was dangerous. But she was cunning. And even when her cunning produced the wrong result, it was slippery enough to avoid consequences. This endeavor would take risks if it were to work. Josh was not going to walk through the doorway on his own. He would have to be shown the way. She got close, hovered over him, nestled her face between his shoulder and ear. She whispered, “Amy saw your cock.”
It worked. Josh’s cock flexed hard inside her and his whole body stiffened. For a brief moment, she felt the sting of jealousy. Like Josh enjoyed the idea of Amy seeing his erection.
He hissed in disbelief: “What?”
“She peeked when I helped you pee.”
“She saw it?”
“Not my fault, Josh. I told her not to look.”
“What the fuck?”
“Don’t stop, Josh,” she said, sought his hands out again and laced her fingers through them. Josh’s torment and the enjoyment he hated from it spurred her on as well—this was the sickest, wildest kind of play to engage in. Worse than cheating.
She humped Josh faster now, obliterating her husband’s fearful thoughts.
He whispered, “She saw it?”
“I was holding it so you could pee and I told her not to look.”
“I know,” he gasped, expression between a grimace and ecstasy.
“But she peeked.”
“You didn’t stop her?”
“I was trying to hold your dick steady.”
“Oh my God,” he said in a draggy groan.
“Are you going to come?”
Josh nodded.
“I’m going to come, too. Look at me”
Their gazes connected, and her mouth fell open like Josh’s. Their entire focus existed between their legs. Her husband buried inside her body, hard as a rock and streaming slippery lubrication. He was going to come. They were going to come together. As it drew nearer and nearer, and her vision blurred, she flopped down over him again, and as she felt the first jolts of semen abrupt, she said, “Amy saw your naked cock hard as steel, every inch you have pointed up at the moon—”
“What did she say, Kimmy?”
“And she’s seen Devlin’s cock hard.”
“Kimmy, are you kidding me?” Josh twisted and writhed underneath her in exquisite agony. She’d delivered to him a laser point of his kink. She was good at this. Josh jolted and bucked, the noises he made were of awful suffering.
Josh groaned and suffered, cock still jumping and flexing inside her, filling her up with his second load of the morning.
Comments
Donkatsu
I dunno. She's smart, clever, pretty, sexually adventurous, good at her work, only occasionally wears foundation garments. Maybe not enough to like her or trust her, but certainly cause for lust-turning-to-love.
Tim ziegler
Totally unlikable with no saving grace!
KT Morrison
He heh, I love it.
JamesIsAsleep
https://giphy.com/gifs/adultswim-stronger-too-powerful-its-getting-RJPVgbPOfZWwQSSy1j
Donkatsu
We will love Kimmy even though she is unlikeable. KT has shown us many times that in her hands we are no stronger than Josh.
Tracey52
Kimmy is a piece work alright. I don’t know how kt is going to convince us to forgive or like her. Love all the chapters coming out. Is kt really back to full strength?
JamesIsAsleep
So very pleased at this KT binge of stories! Really hot yet also unsettling to see the mindset of an emboldened puppeteer like Kimmy is, I'm left to wonder how true her statement about "subjugating" her sexual desires for the benefit of her husband really is. Ain't no subjugating this Kimmy ...
KT Morrison
I think we might be getting there!
Donkatsu
This is not a fair fight. Wonder how long Josh can stay at the edge of the precipice. C’mon Josh, you know you want it.
