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Devil In The Waters, Book 8, Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2021-08-05 23:00:01 +0000 UTCIn the Sunday morning sunlight, she woke up horny. Josh still lay asleep in bed next to her.
It had been a full week without sex. No sex at all. The first Monday back, she’d expected to meet Devlin at his apartment near the office, like they’d arranged. When Devlin didn’t show up to work at all, it was easy enough to shuffle thoughts of sex to the back of her mind. If Devlin was trying to control her by making her wait—hoping to build a desire in her, or perhaps to make her feel foolish—she wouldn’t fall into his trap, she would disregard him. In fact, sex with Devlin behind Josh’s back in Cayman had done a number on her. By Tuesday the tight ache in her backside became a throbbing that bothered her when she walked. More sex with Devlin probably wasn’t a good idea, anyway. A break was a good idea. Good thing Devlin was lying low.
And sex with Josh never happened, either. Just wasn’t in the cards. Their schedules didn’t cooperate (though they’d always found time in the past, even when they were both very busy), and Josh didn’t pursue it with her.
She surmised why: embarrassment.
The things Josh asked for and confided were pretty big for a man to introduce to his wife, even if he had skirted around it for a long time. Was he afraid to broach it again? Was he afraid to initiate sex in case it reminded his wife of the weird things she learned this last weekend that turned him on? Or, wilder yet, did Josh want more but was fearful to request it because she’d told him she would entertain his kink for one time only? That had been her plan, and she’d hate to think it would be so easy. And yet, laying here, wanting sex, even regular sex with her husband whom she loved, she could convince herself Josh’s hesitation was due to her manipulation. And, fuck, if that didn’t turn her on like crazy.
She rolled to her side to watch her husband sleep.
His back was to her, and he was peaceful. He wore the Hell tee-shirt he’d bought in Cayman. Cayman must have splendid memories for him. Which was counter-intuitive since his high school bully showed up to dominate his wife’s time. And yet, Josh made the best of it. They both had.
The warmth of love seeped through her. The weekend had been fun. There were special times there. Times of closeness with Josh. The sex with Devlin was just sex with Devlin. It would be crazy to disregard the closeness she’d enjoyed with the guy she fell in love with in college and who she married. One of the most positive influences in her life.
Making fun of Devlin with Josh, defusing Devlin’s masculine dominance over other guys like Josh, had been an enjoyable enterprise. A thing they did together and giggled about in hushed tones behind Devlin’s back. She’d enjoyed it.
She owned the best of both worlds. A husband who loved her and whom she loved, one she played around with and shared the most important things, secret things, and she also had Devlin. A powerful and masculine man who was sexy and who annihilated her in bed. She’d done terrible things with Devlin, but there was a narrow space for her to aim into, one where she could bring both those worlds closer together and not have to have them exist in complete independence. The survival of her relationship with Josh depended on it. And that was the only relationship worth a damn.
She wormed against his back, spooning him, and slipped an arm around to lay her hand on his chest. Josh stirred.
Her greatest desire: A day where her lies weren’t so confounding and compounding and where the things she said didn’t have to be measured against to whom she said them. To live in truth rather than in lies.
An overwhelming regret weighed on her with sudden, surprising volume. The things she’d done could never be undone. She wished that they never came to be.
But if she forced Josh too hard into his own kink, she risked discovery. It would be better for Josh if she took her time, no matter how uncomfortable her lies were becoming.
Josh stirred, sensing her touch on his body. She strummed her nails on his tummy like playing a guitar, studying his face, smiling, and waiting for him to wake up. He was slow to wake. Sound asleep. She reached lower and with her thumb and forefinger knuckle honked his package underneath his pajama pants. She needed it now, thumbing and squeezing.
What she'd honked turned out to be the head of his penis. Even if when Devlin was flaccid and sleepy, she wouldn't be able to nip the end of his cock like that.
Her hand slipped under Josh's waistband, and he groaned. She choked a finger-and-thumb grip on his penis and milked it downward, letting him know she wanted it hard.
While her mind focused on Josh, she’d put in her head the comparison between the two of them: Josh and Devlin. And it was funny how two guys’ genitalia differed. Josh’s cute and normal little guy versus that strange swinging club of man-flesh the Devlin sported. And yes, it was better. Bigger was better. That didn't make what Josh sported any less. What Devlin had was better than what Josh had, but it was also better than what 98% of men in the world out there had. Heck, she’d even venture 99%. But she was no expert.
She blurted a raspberry on Josh’s shoulder, hoping the loudness would disconnect her thoughts from Devlin. This was Josh's time. Then again, Josh’s time these days was also Devlin’s time. It's what Josh wanted.
A sleepy groan now from Josh, eyelashes fluttering. Awake, yet still not awake. She kissed his shoulder, then decided to be annoying. She let his dick go and hugged him, digging the point of her chin in that sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder. It got him flinching and complaining.
He groaned, “What are you doing?”
She said, “What are you doing?”
***
Josh’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the bedroom, breathing deep, coming out of an amazing ten-hour sleep. He felt incredible. He shifted his head aside to see Kimmy looming close and large over his shoulder.
He said, “What are you doing?”
She answered, “What are you doing?”
He squinted and chuckled.
“Are you awake yet?”
“I think so,” he said, shifting to lie on his back.
Kimmy scooted her body to eclipse his, chest to chest, then straddling his hips. She sat back, her crotch pressing against his hardening member. Kimmy was horny. This was going to be an exceptional day.
He stroked his hands up her thighs, smiling as she loomed over top of him. She pouted. “Have you lost interest in me?”
“What do you think?” He humped his hips so she would feel his erection between her legs.
“We haven’t had sex all week.”
“It’s a real shame,” he said, getting into the dirty talk rather than being pragmatic.
“It’s not totally crazy that we didn’t have sex for a week, but—”
“What, did it hurt your feelings?” He could be macho, too, smiling at her and showing her a confident expression. He could take ownership of his feelings and his jealousy and his lust.
“I feel so left out,” she said and pouted.
He laughed and said, “How was your night with Hyun?”
Kimmy humped against him, gyrating her sex into his hardness. “It was neat.”
“Neat?”
“Fun,” she said. “We had fun.”
“What did you guys do?”
“Just talked.”
“That’s all you did? Talk?”
“We’re girls, Josh. We don’t need to sit in front of a TV and pretend to shoot terrorists or chase vigilantes across the wild West.”
“What did you talk about, 13th century medieval literature?”
“Boys,” she said, looking cute and raising her eyebrows.
His laugh got her bouncing on him. “And here I thought you two were a couple of intellectuals.”
He lay his hands up in the pillow, encouraging Kimmy to take them. She did, leaning right over top of him, putting her fingers between his. In the second before she leaned over him, he’d seen her budding nipples through her tank top. He was hard as a rock now.
She kissed his neck, whispered, “What did you do without me last night?”
He’d had dreams of staying up all night playing video games. But instead of ordering a pizza and flopping down on the couch, he’d gone out for a long walk, ate a turkey sandwich at Subway, came back, lay on the couch and fell asleep watching a movie. Sometime around eleven he went to bed. Kimmy hadn’t been home then, and he didn’t know what time she got in.
“Totally nothing. It was great.”
“No video games?”
“It was nice out, I went for a walk.”
She stopped kissing him a second, reared her head back to show him a comically befuddled face.
“I’m serious.”
“Okay. Are you going to go vegan on me?”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
She said, “I’m a vegan. Kind of. But I like men to be men.”
“So vegan’s off the list.”
“Off the list,” she said, and kissed his neck again.
“And what about knitting?”
“Nope,” she said.
“And video games?”
“Lame,” she said.
Josh laughed, but that one stung a little. Is that what Kimmy thought? When he had all his buddies over here and they hung out together it felt so natural and right. Did she not like that? She never said anything about it before.
His hands slipped from under her so he could stroke the narrowness of her waist. She was so lean and so sexy. It drove him wild how she seemed to be realizing it too. The messiness that he’d known her for had gone. She was sleek, sophisticated, elite. And almost mean.
Telling him he she didn’t really like video games.
It hit him: Was this dirty talk? Was Kimmy playing along?
His heart raced at the idea that maybe Kimmy changed her mind on the One Night Only thing. Maybe she’d still like to play the game even when they weren’t in Cayman. But how would he broach it? He didn’t want to make her mad. Or disappoint her. How would he know if she were open to it?
He rubbed her back, sought her lips. They made out together, his wife over top of him, pumping her pussy against the belly of his hard cock, and giving him her tongue. She was so exquisite, such an amazing thing to have in his life. Fuck, if she said no more video games, he’d do it.
Maybe that was an angle.
“I’ll give up video games if you tell me dirty stuff,” he winked and chuckled and squeezed her tight.
And Kimmy laughed too, not even knowing the weird things that were going through his head. She asked him what was so funny, even through her own laughter.
“Nothing is funny,” he said, dead serious, looking in her eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said, and chased after him with her kiss, taking his mouth again.
Well, shit, horny Kimmy would be about the best Kimmy to test out a willingness to engage in dirty talk games again. He began to work her tank top up her back, and she was eager to get it off, raising over him to squash her butt down on his dick, taking the top off and flinging it to the floor, making her little breasts bounce. She was playful today. She turned him on like crazy. He tickled her tummy because he couldn’t resist. Maybe that wasn’t a manly thing to do, but he fucking wanted to. Didn’t men do what they wanted?
Kimmy jolted and laughed, crushed his waist with scissoring thighs. “Don’t,” she said, still laughing.
He rolled her onto her side so they were face-to-face, his hand slipping down her side, under her panties, and pushing them down. Her long legs worked with him, wiggling until they were off. He sat up and pulled off his T-shirt, flung it away as well. She latched onto his nipple and when he yelped, she bit it.
“Ow,” he complained, but didn’t pull away. Something about the odd pain was exciting. He explored it, grimacing, baring his teeth to the ceiling but stroking the back of her head. Kimmy bit his nipple harder. “Ow!” She giggled, blew another raspberry on his chest, and it got him falling back, tucking his hands under his armpits forming an X over his chest to protect his sensitive nipples from his kinky wife.
“How would you like it?” he said coldly and scowling.
She sat on a hip next to him, one hand on the mattress so her shoulder poked high with her cheek rested on it. The other hand stroked a breast, squeezed her own nipple. She said, “I don’t know. Do we want to find out?”
“You’re really horny.”
She chuckled and hid her face, but admitted: “I’m really horny.”
“A whole week without me.”
Coquettish: “We had a lot of fun last weekend.”
He saw an opening, but was afraid to take it. There was a long beat of silence, and then he said it anyway.
“And Devlin didn’t come to work this week either.”
It flopped.
Kimmy showed no expression, still regarding him, still with one hand cupped on her little breast and squeezing her own nipple.
It was so uncomfortable. The word Sorry formed on his tongue, but he was even afraid to say that now.
She said, “Is that why you think I’m horny?”
“No.”
Kimmy smiled a little, and he relaxed feeling like it was water under the bridge. Her eyes moved from his, down his body to where his erection poked up his pajama pants. She tugged the fabric until the tip of his bare dick poked out of the fly. Just an inch end of what he had, rock hard and ready for action. She snugged the fabric down tighter, making it stick right out. His heart beat pounded in his chest, looking down and wondering if Kimmy thought of what Devlin’s would look like sticking out of his pajama pants.
Would she even do that with Devlin? Devlin wouldn’t even be playful. Just get Kimmy on her back and pound into her guts.
A glistening bead of pre-come formed in the cup of Josh’s urethra. Kimmy saw it, touched her index finger to it and sent shivering electricity all through him by circling her finger all over the edges of his cock head. He groaned, tightened his whole body, sent out more pre-come. Kimmy’s touch had him writhing.
With his eyes closed, the unexpected warm liquid-velvet sensation of Kimmy’s mouth on his cock got him hissing inward a gulp of air. He tucked his chin down to see his beautiful wife sucking on his cock. Her head worked up and down lovingly, her cheeks hollowed, wonderful pressure, and her slithering tongue doing incredible things.
What a Sunday morning.
Comments
Mark Dennison
I am glad to be reading some special moments between kimmy and Josh. The core escence of a loving marriage and of a wife who wants good sex but still loves her husband coming back into play.
Sitri
I'm off work today. After I come back from a hike, I'll read this chapter then I plan to catch up on my lovely couple Taylor and Harrison (Separate Schools).
Tracey52
I was just thinking we hadn’t heard from kt for a while. Makes me worry these days. Getting a “Devil in the Water” chapter was a bonus.😀
Tim ziegler
Welcome back!
Sitri
KT'S BAAACCCKKKK! Always excited when I get the email notification that KT posted!
BNR
FUCK! FINALLY! (So fucking missed you...) :P
