Devil In The Waters, Book 5, Chapter 11 (complete) (Patreon)

In the shower with Kimmy, his hurting heart had him asking her: “You’re not really going to go with him are you?” Of course she wasn’t, but a weak and formerly bullied part of him needed to be reassured.

She had her back to the shower head, the spray fanning out over her shoulders, hair tied up high on her head, standing slim and beautifully naked, her skin shining with the wet. “Never, Josh. never,” she said and cupped his cheeks. “We’re going to have the best time together, I swear. We’re going to eat till our bellies burst, drink till we pass out, get sunburned . . . fuck a lot . . .”

And like that, Kimmy could restore his happiness. One minute she was a dominant lover, a cold and dark eyed femme fatale who could manipulate his lust with dirty words and chastise his performance to bring out the man in him because that was what she needed. Then, when she got what she wanted, his loving wife and longtime friend was restored to him. Each word from her lightened his spirits, removed the heavy weight from his chest. What was that weight—was it fear? It felt like fear, or dread. A worry of what was lurking around the corner. 

But Kimmy kissed him, smiling, supportive and loving. Then she said, “Devlin will be there . . .” And it got him jerking, that shadowy dread casting across him again.

“He will?”

She nodded once, mouth firm. “He will.”

She let him squirm a moment before releasing him, saying while laughing: “In our dirty talk.. . . .”

And a beautiful feeling off warmth washed through him and got him wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, swaying with her under the water’s spray.

She kissed him, and when their lips came apart she eyed him slyly. He asked her what the look was for.

She said, “So tell me about that display in front of Devlin—all that macho stuff.”

“Macho stuff?—I didn’t . . .”

“Don’t forget Devlin’s my boss.”

The words tightened him. But it was true: he’d stood up to Devlin. It wasn’t the halls of Dalton High anymore. Devlin’s power had dissipated. If Devlin put his hands on him there was the consequence of jail. There were no peers to leverage against him. What would he do—fire Kimmy? So what. That would be Devlin’s loss. And he and Kimmy would be restored to where they were before the summer, which wasn’t a bad place at all. The money would be gone but it was crazy to think Kimmy wasn’t viable on the market. So he’d proven to himself that he could meet Devlin’s gaze and not wither nor kowtow. He chuckled at the good feeling. Kimmy chastising him for being too macho. Who would have thought? He smiled, said, “I know he’s your boss. I’ll be mindful in the future.”

She smiled too, said, “I didn’t hate it.”

“Me acting macho?”

“Very possessive, Josh.”

“Well, you’re mine,” he said, hugging her tighter.

“Are you jealous?”

“Very.”

“I love you,” she sighed.

“I love you, too. You’re mine.”

“Totally,” he said, making a happy grumbling in his throat.

What a day it’d been. What an incredible twenty-four hours, really. The awful torment of yesterday seemed so distant now, and it was hard to believe he was the same man who’d snuck downtown and crept around the Royal York looking for proof his wife was cheating on him. It seemed so long ago. Though, truly, the hurt was just below the surface. Kimmy’d topped up the reservoir of their marriage today, but if you looked straight down, and the light was just right, you could catch a glimpse of the weirdness of the past few weeks. It was his duty as well to add to their tank, to sink the badness to further depths.

But what could he offer? His best. Well, he’d done his best for her tonight, that was for sure. She’d been a veritable dynamo that had made his perseverance impossible, but she’d roused him again and he’d delivered. But what more could he offer beyond just sex? . . . Honesty and openness was a start. Something he’d already come to grips with. So now would be a good time to communicate to her an honest truth—and do it for once without embarrassment. It was clear that Kimmy was accepting of his weirdness, knew it was some holdover from boyhood that got sexualized. Public school and high school bullying and puberty all aggregating to a weird later-life kink. Big deal, right? Kimmy was over it, so he should be as well.

Quietly now, barely audible under the shower’s stream, he said, “I don’t want that all the time.”

She’d turned her back to him, his hands sudsing her shoulders and collar, being careful not to wet her hair tied up on her head. She quarter-faced him, her profile over her shoulder. “What was that? You don’t want what?”

“You know . . .”

She turned to face him again, totally naked, shower water spritzing off her back. She said, “Talking about Devlin?”

“Yeah.”

“Not even to say his name?”

He shook his head no. “I know . . . It might turn me on, I can’t deny it. It’s not the mentioning . . . in here, in the bathroom, when you said you wanted more than . . .”

“Your mouth.”

“Yeah. You said Devlin . . . you said Devlin would get hard for you . . .”

“Yeah?” She swooped her slick hands around the knobs of his shoulders, looking in his eyes and giving him confidence to continue.

“That’s different. It made me feel weird, because . . .”

“Tell me . . .”

“That’s more than play talk, more than you seeing his erection in his pants, that’s like . . .”

“Uh-oh,” she said, nodding, a sheepish smile tucking to one side, a sign that she understood.

“Yeah, uh-oh,” he said, shrugging.

“That’s more than seeing the size of his bulge, that’s . . .”

“Like you want to . . . do something with him. It.”

She snickered. “Sorry, baby. I’m just trying to make it hot.”

“It was hot,” he admitted.

“It worked though,” she said.

“Yeah, it worked, but it hurt.”

“Aw, Josh, I don’t want that.”

“I know you don’t. I know. It’s not your fault. I get it. I appreciate . . . no, I love that you’re okay with exploring this weird thing going on with me and you’re not judging me . . .”

“I’m not going to judge you, Josh, I love you. You tell me the rules and I’ll follow them. But, really, baby, honestly, it worked. When I said that, you went wild.”

“I know, but I’m saying—”

“I heard you, baby,” she said, earnest eyes returning to lock on his, hands smoothing his collar. “I’m not arguing. I’ll say or not say whatever you ask.”

He nodded, hating that she noticed he went crazy at her awful prompt. Devlin would get hard for me. It put in his mind the picture of her in a Caribbean bathroom, reluctantly preparing to allow another man to fuck her, the two of them naked, her wanting Devlin to get hard . . . even now the idea stirred him. But made him so hurt, so angry. He hated the idea roused him. Dream-Devlin had said he asked for it, and now here he was in reality beginning to fold the idea over into their relationship, worrying words could someday become action, and how maybe Dream-Devlin had wanted this all along. And that Dream-Devlin was a facet of his own mind unrelated to the real Devlin. But he was safe in the shower with the woman he loved and so he chuckled instead, feeling more and more complacent with the recent revelations of his sexuality’s potential darkness and how Kimmy wasn’t an adversary or spy for a foreign embassy who had to be kept away from national secrets.

“You okay?” She was chuckling too, happy to see his mood lightened.

“I hate that I ever even brought it up,” he said. “Any of it. Any of that dirty talk. I don’t really want that.”

“We don’t have to, Josh.”

“I hate that I ever brought it up, but now you know . . . and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“I don’t have to say those things.”

“It’s not just saying them, I feel like I put something weird in your head.”

“It’s not weird at all,” she said sympathetically, cupping his neck and thumbing his cheeks. “I swear to God it’s not weird.”

“I just don’t like the idea of him really being in our bedroom.”

“He’s not in our bedroom, Josh.”

“He already is though. I guess that’s what . . . I guess that’s why it works—because it’s so wrong.”

“I don’t want Devlin in our sex life, Josh.”

“The idea he got on top of you at Tiffany’s, it just makes me so mad—like so mad I want to beat his face in.”

“Don’t be like that,” she said soothingly.

He continued: “So when I think about it I get mad, it’s such a weird feeling I don’t know why it makes me . . .”

“Hard?”

He winced. There it was. That was what she thought. He got hard thinking about her with Devlin. Venomous Devlin injecting his poison into their bedroom. But it did sting so good . . . 

Now she said, “We don’t have to, Josh. I only did that because you know . . .”

“I know. It works.”

Now she bit her lower teeth on her upper lip, sawing back and forth a second, deep brown eyes studying him. She said, “I don’t have to do it every time. I’ll keep it in my pocket. For special occasions.”

“I appreciate it.”

She let one hand drop from his neck, down between his legs to grip his balls and cock, giving them a few squishy pumps and saying, “When I need this thing to work is when I’ll do it.”

He groaned, squinting his eyes at her, watching the smile spread on her face. It was a mean smile, but loving. Manipulative. It was true: she knew how to make him work. Knew how to get the response from him she needed. And that was thrilling, surrendering his sexuality to hers. Giving over to her what was incredibly powerful. The keys to his car. The keys to his house. But why wouldn’t he give them over to her? She was his wife and he didn’t love anyone more in this world. His smile began to spread and meet hers, and she waggled his penis before letting it go. She said, “I think you’re getting ready to go again.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” he said, displaying his weakness to her words. All she had to do was provoke him with thoughts of Devlin between her legs, the threat of her dirty talk, and already he could feel his cock beginning to stiffen. She slunk against him, pressed her tummy against his, tilting her hips to squash his penis up against his belly, making it squirm between them.

He said, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. Really, you’re so amazing. If we can move forward like this, just communicate . . .? I feel really incredible right now.”

“I do, too,” she admitted, melting her wet body against his. He took the suds from her shoulders, brought them down her back, round her tailbone cupping her ass cheeks.

How did he end up with someone so amazing, so incredible? So beautiful, so smart, so capable, her amazing body, how stunning she looked in her new clothes. And even with her naked in his arms and after the honesty session, and the amazing party she’d thrown for him, he couldn’t relax. How did he end up with someone like Kimmy? Was he even really good enough for her? Off every day now, Kimmy using her maiden name, not just hanging with asshole Devlin, but meeting other men too. Powerful men, rich ones. Looking the way she did. Chinese men. What if her DNA took a liking to men from where her family grew up? What if one of them wooed her? What if Devlin was the least of his concerns?

Or was he being stupid?

The party she’d thrown for him she’d said in the car cost almost seven-hundred. That’s what she spent on him for no reason other than she cared about him. His first thought sitting drunken in the front seat of her car? Money that could have been saved so you didn’t have to work longer for Devlin than necessary. Totally selfish. Totally uncaring to the act of a woman who obviously loved him. He’d better start shaping up and enjoying the ride because Kimmy was going to be at Devlin’s side for the next little while. That might be how he’d show her respect. Lay off her. Follow along and support her and be by her side and don’t be such a continuous time-sucking problem. Hell, maybe after the weekend is over, maybe he should be the big man and give Devlin a call. Meet him for lunch and show Kimmy how strong a husband can be . . . 

***

Out of the shower now, they dried off together, getting each other’s backs, then going naked into the closet and putting on fresh pajamas. Josh got ahead of her, and she flicked off the light as he crawled into bed.

“One second,” she said, slipping into the bathroom again. There was a dark thought that brought her back to the bathroom.

Now she studied her face in the mirror once more. Home Kimmy, Josh’s Kimmy. Hair down, no makeup, pleasant and pretty face. Big oversized sweatshirt that her skinny body swam in, and baggy cotton sleeping shorts. But in this room was evidence of Kimmy Chang, attorney at law. Savior of company money, pride of Devlin Stone—lover of Devlin Stone, a gorgeous man who was her boss—awarded a private plane ride to the Caribbean for the weekend as treasure for her victory.

Away from the mirror now, she rummaged through the laundry hamper, found what she was looking for. The panties she’d worn today, worn to work, worn to Josh’s party, and held them out so Devlin could ejaculate inside them. Now she turned them inside out, examined the crotch—the evidence of his semen blatant like a siren. Pale hazy patches in lobulated forms from the crotch up the front of her panties. She arranged them at the top of the laundry hamper, but moved over a T-shirt of Josh’s, eclipsing. On partial display—but if Josh mentioned it she would deny everything.

She stood staring at the evidence of her awful betrayal. This weird knife point of pleasure, riding the sharp edge of danger and destruction and thrilling sexual excitement. At the core, what was most exciting was Josh’s arousal of her with Devlin. It got Josh hard as a rock to think of her with Devlin between her legs, knowing that the guy who’d made his life miserable was humping his huge cock against her. She bit on her lower lip, exciting thoughts racing through her head . . . Josh knowing more, of Josh knowing the truth and being aroused by it.

I’ve had him inside me, Josh. I’ve sucked his cock off. Devlin Stone came in my mouth. I know what his semen tastes like. He fucked me like crazy. So deep, baby. Josh, I can’t even explain to you how he makes me orgasm.

Josh getting hard hearing her awful words, both of them so turned on by Devlin Stone . . . The truth was, though, it wouldn’t be good. It wouldn’t be as sexy as she fantasized. It would hurt Josh, it would end him.

The smile on her face slowly faded as reality flooded. It wasn’t good, it wasn’t good at all. It was hurtful. Hurtful to the man she loved. She tugged over Josh’s T-shirt to completely cover her panties. Stood watching for a moment, Josh calling her from the bedroom.

“Just a second,” she called back.

The smile flashed again, and she tugged the T-shirt away again, revealing a small sliver of her soiled panties.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Josh. The stains in my underwear? From you. Who do you think they’re from? Who else’s semen would be in the crotch of my panties? Then: Aw, baby, did you think it was Devlin’s . . .? Are you getting hard, Josh, oh wow . . . 

Now the smile returned, and she squeaked around in bare feet, flushing the empty toilet and leaving the bathroom, closing off the light, skipping to jump on the bed on her knees, climbing up to join Josh, kissing him, settling against him, letting him fold open the blankets, her kicking her legs up then shoving them down underneath the covers, cuddling up next to him. He closed her in his arms, kissed her forehead. She scribbled nails on his neck, kissed his chin.

“Spoons,” she said, then squirmed around to give him her back. He closed himself around her, and she hugged his arm.