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Devil In The Waters, Book 7, Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2021-03-31 00:00:02 +0000 UTCThe image came to him of his wife with Devlin. Kimmy’s all dressed up for work, stern business wear, black suit, her gleaming hair pulled back and makeup on her face. Devlin’s with her and it’s late in the day, late enough that all the secretaries have gone home, and the other lawyers and exec hotshots, so it’s only the two of them alone in the office. Devlin’s confident and sneering, knowing Kimmy is josh’s wife, and that Josh’s wife has been checking out the bulge in his pants which he presents to her as often as he can. A reminder that her husband doesn’t have this thing that so many women crave. The way he’s seated with his butt on the corner edge of the desk pushed his meat against the fine wool fabric so that it is clearly visible to Kimmy. Kimmy is seated in front of him, one leg crossed over the other, showing off her crazy long legs. She’s got a notepad on her thigh and jotting things down as Devlin relates to her some milestones he needs met. Only tonight, Devlin thinks, Josh’s wife sure is taking advantage of this great display of his manhood. Devlin is thinking how she must have enjoyed that Cayman flash, must have got a good look at his swinging meat and was curious. And just as Devlin thinks how much he loves that shit-head Josh’s wife checking out his huge sex organ, Josh’s wife tells him to pull it out and show it to her again.
“Fuck, Kimmy,” he grunted now, “ah, mm, shit, I can’t hold on . . .”
“Slow, Josh, slow, easy, easy, make this last.”
While his pulse thundered a whooshing sound in his ears, he did what she told him. Pushing in a little and holding, not letting this all run away from him.
Kimmy looked incredible. She’d got a little sun today, but not much. Jus enough to bring a brownish blush to her tawny cheeks. She was enjoying this too. They were both enjoying playing this game. He watched her perfect mouth with its sharp divot at her philtrum, the way they curled, the padding of them. She was too far to kiss, but he imagined taking her now, getting between her legs and fucking her while they made out—but slowed his racing mind again, centering himself in the hear and now, the reality of the dirty talk game they were playing and how incredible his wife was to play along.
Her hands requested his hands, and they locked them together, his right wrist bent awkwardly with her long skinny fingers between his. The other hand she led between her thighs, to where their engorged and wet sexes were combined, and the erection he had impaled inside her—though at the angle they mated he couldn’t get the most satisfying penetration. For a woman who was dirty-talking about depth, she sure was limiting his ability. All part of the game. And he loved it. Would love anything she could come up with.
With her hand overtop of his, he rubbed against her clit and asked her: “What would you say to him?”
She drew in a quick whispering inhale and it roused him. It was like the idea of being so naughty was now playing out in her innocent mind, like his wife was picturing the same scenario at work he was right now. She was picturing it too.
She said, “I don’t know . . .”
“Sure you do, tell me . . .”
Kimmy chuckled, bit her lips and moaned, closed her eyes. Picturing it. Fucking picturing it.
“I’d say something like, ‘You sure want me to notice it, don’t you.’”
“He’d play unaware.” In a deep imitation of Devlin’s voice: “Notice what?”
Kimmy chuckle-moaned now. Eyes still closed, playing out a home movie in her mind’s eye, recreating what she’d seen Devlin flashing her, trying to picture what it would look like, pants unzipped, Devlin’s hand tugging out that skin monster and letting it dangle.
He said, “You’re picturing it?”
“No,” she laughed. But she was.
He said, “You sure, because you are so wet right now.” With that he gave her a pretty good stab, deep enough to squash his scrotum against her pussy.
“You think he would show me if I asked?”
That got his stomach cabling, and he wanted to warn her that she was making it very hard for him not to come if she was going to role-play this kinky scenario with him. “What do you think?” he asked, breaking up.
“He’d show me,” she said, those pouting lips showing a wide smile he loved to see.
“Damn right he would, he’d unzip that thing before you were done asking.” They shared some breathy laughter, Kimmy’s bouncing tummy getting her slippery grip on him swirling on his super-sensitive cock head right now. there was such a crazy connection he felt to her, such a bonding in a moment like this. This was mutual honesty without fear of reprisal. She could say any kinky shit she thought of and he wouldn’t use it against her. Not anymore. This was too expensive a gift to look for faults within. Now wife would offer such wild and uneasy kink satiation to their husband. He hoped she knew that; hoped she knew she was safe with him. He had some growing up to do and he had to take responsibility for how his mind worked. Up till now he resisted this because in a dream he imagined Devlin had taunted him like he knew deep down Josh’s secret desires. He’d been fighting it because he wouldn’t submit to Devlin. But the truth was this turned him on. He’d become triggered to rage against his blameless wife, attributing to her the qualities he worried Devlin could provoke, galvanizing against Josh by giving Kimmy the things her husband couldn’t. Showing Kimmy the things her husband didn’t have. But Kimmy didn’t see them. She saw them now and what did she do? Roll with it, entertain her husband, try to find a way for it to work for both of them.
Now he pictured what it would look like if Devlin complied. And he surely would. Devlin thinking he was getting over on Josh because Josh’s wife just said, “You sure want me to notice it, don’t you.” Devlin would chuckle inside, smile, thinking how Josh’s wife couldn’t help herself from his strong masculine sexuality, not knowing that Kimmy was doing it because she knew it turned her husband on.
“‘Notice what?’ That’s what he’d say. Then what would you say?”
Kimmy began humping her bottom against him, getting his cock slipping in and out in small increments. She’d closed her eyes, and now he said, “Tell me, look at me and tell me, Kimmy.”
Her lashes fluttered, her eyes opened. And she smiled. It had mischief in it. Dirty mischief. A gleam in her eye too. There was a knowing flash in those dark eyes he didn’t like—not that he didn’t trust her, just that the shit he was trusting her with right now, the weird shape of his kinky sexuality, was a lot and with it she could wield enormous power over him. But wouldn’t that be what he’d want?
“I’d say we might as well get this over with.”
He let her hand go so he could lay it over his heart—a gesture meant to show her with honest appraisal how good she was at this, how close to the bull’s eye she was landing her arrows. And how much he appreciated it. “That’s so dirty,” he said.
“And right to the point. I’d say, ‘Let’s get this over with,’ the sit and wait patiently for him to do what I know he’s been dying to do.”
“You know it, right?”
“I’m not dumb, Josh. He puts it out there every day, I’m just not the type to fall for it.”
“You’re too smart,” he said.
With his hips carefully thrumming against hers, trying to eke out as much enjoyment from this crazy talk without spilling over too soon and ruining it, he pictured it now: Kimmy setting down the notepad, shifting closer in the chair, her face at crotch height. Now she’s point blank and expressionless, patient and waiting for her boss with the big dick to unzip, pull it out and show her. And Devlin does. Doing it slow, unzipping, thumb and two fingers reaching in the gap—this is on one of those days Kimmy said he’s not wearing underwear—tugs out this big wrinkly flesh hose, drops it and lets it bounce on his leg and sway side-to-side right on front of her. Despite having seen it already in Cayman, somehow up close like this, her eyes not averting, the glimpse not fleeting, Kimmy’s reaction isn’t what she’d thought it would be.
“What if he showed it to you, and despite the cool cucumber you think you are, suddenly it turns you on?”
He watched her face.
She smiled, sucked her lower lip. This time she didn’t deny him. Entertained the possibility.
“Like I just can’t help myself, Josh?”
“What if you like it, Kimmy?”
She laughed enough it got her squirming and his cock popped out again. They both fingered it back in place and when he slid back in she drew in a raspy sound of lust.
“What if I like it, Josh?”
He looked her way, met her gaze, saw bedevilment. It was too much to comprehend how she could play along with this. And how she was the one who tried to make it happen, like she knew him better than he knew himself.
He said, “Would you suck it?”
Now it was him turning her on with dirty talk. There was a quick widening of her eyes, a momentary shock, then she flicked her face away like she was embarrassed. But it amused hr, she wasn’t offended or turned off. In fact, he thought she might be turned on a little by this angle.
He persisted. “Would you?”
Her eyes stayed on his, but now her features scrunched up, like a comical representation of someone about to deliver some bad news.
“What?” he chuckled, rolling his hips against her.
“I don’t know . . .” She bared her clenched teeth, reluctant now to tell him.
“What, no, come on. Tell me . . .” It bewildered him what she might be holding back. Did it have something to do with sucking Devlin’s cock?
“I don’t know,” she said again, but he could see her resistance crumbling. She would break, but he wanted to assure her.
“Tell me, tell me,” he said. “Come on.” His hand stroked flat stomach, his cock inside her, his weight coming down on the seat, his torso wedged between her and the couch’s back. It got their faces close, though he could barely thrust into her from this position.
“Something . . . Something Amy told me . . .”
Oh no. This was real again. This was a wrong turn into a bad neighborhood. He should roll his windows up, lock his doors. Instead he endured a new rolling wave of sexual dread coming to shore fast and hard from a hurricane out deep in the sea. It clutched his heart in a vice-like grip and he stood on an outcrop watching it roll in, aware of the danger but riding the thrill.
“Tell me what Amy told you . . .”
She bit her lower lip and crinkled her nose.
Oh god, it was bad. It was going to be bad. Shit, of course Amy had talked to Kimmy about Devlin. Of course Amy would give all the dirty details to her friend. Amy had been obsessed with Devlin, totally in love with him, would have done anything for him. And when he finally banged her, she would have been over the moon. Would have confided it all in her best friend, even though her best friend was a good girl who wouldn’t want to hear such things.
Kimmy said, “Are you sure?”
“I want you to tell me so bad . . .”
Comments
KT Morrison
Welcome, Bill H! Yes, exactly, Josh recklessly runs very close along the edge of a steep precipice.
Bill H.
Recently found KT and this is the first story I've read, so I'm trying to understand things. It seems to me like Josh wants something to happen between Devlin & Kimmy. Trying to put myself in Josh's shoes, if I didn't want anything to happen between Kimmy & Devlin, I would have told Kimmy 'I'll go with you guys' instead of going for a walk on the beach and letting her drive Devlin back to his hotel by herself.
RCH
Thanks, Synk now it clear she is going to call Amy back on Monday. So, she only admitted doing it and it was only so, so. she had sex with Devlin what maybe 6-8 times now? It'll be interesting to see what Kimmy admits to on Monday. She is so hooked on Devlin's dick.
Synk
Another good chapter KT, I'm loving this sex scene. Surely the longest Josh/Kimmy scene so far?? Also @RCH I think the part you're after is book 6, chapter 6.
RCH
Mike do you remember what book/chapter it was?
CSH
He does not want to see the truth so he won’t see it. In the end of course, he will, but it will be too late.
CSH
My previous reply got deleted somehow. I think Josh knowing isn’t the end of the betrayal. Her betrayal of Josh is made even more profound by her pulling him into a cuckolding relationship on false pretenses. Anytime Josh complains she’ll say he asked for it, while she knows it’s all a lie.
Mike Monroe
Yes ..said it wasn't what she expected ..lied about it to Amy
RCH
Been along time since we've heard from Amy. I may have lost track but I don't recall if Kimmy admitted to Amy if she has done the nasty with Devlin. She had admitted some stuff but has she admitted full sexual intercourse yet?
MTO
Did Kimmy return Amy’s call? Kind of early if she’s in London
Mike Monroe
Agreed ...Josh can t be this trusting...walk on beach by himself..waiting by himself all that time .. No explaination at all..just accepting
RCH
When is Josh going to pause and ask what were you doing for over an hour? That's the elephant in the room.
Tracey52
I really don’t know how I want this to end. I can’t see how I’m not going to be either disappointed or gutted one way or the other. However I can’t wait to see how KT weaves her magic. I feel like Josh with kt manipulating my emotions to her will.
RCH
Bravo! KT Bravo!
BNR
Fuck this is so intense! And SUCH a cock tease to leave it so short... XD
Wess
I'm really savoring Kimmy's selfish betrayal. I just don't want this to end up tied together in a nice bow with Josh enjoying all of it. His struggle is an important part of the formula for me. Rage on Kimmy - right under his nose.
Mike Monroe
Wow ..the manipulation continues...Kimmy has led Josh down this path to get her cake and eat it too!...I love KT writings..The husbands in the stories in past have been part of this wives turn into hotwife or letting themselves be cuckolds...willingly...Josh to is being so manipulated into being a cuckold...His "loving" wife who he trust so blindly ..cheats and has humiliated him in front and behind his back...really manipulating the trauma he experienced against him...and with his tormentor...Love the story but hate Kimmy and Devlin...Josh is way to trusting and too accepting that Kimmy has his best interest at heart....really it all about her and getting what she wants anyway that can happen...Love to hate...Bravo KT
