DITW 12-16: More Good Thereof Shall Spring (Patreon)

With one query, Kimmy braked the proceedings, and turned his stomach over, sick with guilt. How could he be the one on the defense given everything that transpired, given every disgusting thing that played out before him on the bed?

His heart hammered and frail explanations shook in his thoughts. Crouched bedside before his naked wife, the lover she’d been fucking behind his back for months looming close, his grotesque organ dangling so close—asking him if he wanted to suck it. And somehow guilt managed to swell. It was unmanageable. So unmanageable the only circuit left open was one of rage.

How dare you? How dare you ask about the picture. You’re wretched.

But the guilt for going in secret to Devlin to see the picture was unshakeable.

Devlin stepped past him, dropping to sit next to Kimmy’s body on the bed, running his big veiny hand up her thigh, from knee to hipbone, resting back on one elbow

“What picture,” he repeated, smiling, his enormous engorged tool laying over his thigh. “So curious, Kimmy,” he continued. “Like the proverbial cat.”

Kimmy scoffed, and her head dropped back to the mattress. She’d closed her legs, like her alarm at Devlin’s provocative reference to a photograph had turned off today’s sexual spigot. Disappointment flashed like a beacon on a troubled car’s dashboard. What they were all doing today was terrible and it was impossible to endure—but it had to be done.

Devlin looked his way, him still on the floor before them both, hard as steel, sweating through his tailored wear, heart hammering. Devlin said, “She hates not knowing.” He smiled and regarded Kimmy for a second. “Look at her struggle, look at her wanting to know, wanting to know it all, wanting to have it all.” His hand drifted from her hipbone back down to her knee again, trying to part them and reveal her pussy once more. “It’s not your time, anymore, Kimmy. Today is Josh’s day. Open your legs for him.”

Kimmy allowed Devlin to move her knees apart. Her pussy was puffy, the lips full and ready, cushioned in preparation for a big dick pounding. Her husband had prepared her, though the arousal flowed from Devlin’s sexual prowess. The sexual shine aroused him. His wife was well-greased for entry. Entry by Devlin Stone. His chin dipped down in a pose of shame.

Devlin spoke to Kimmy now, leaning back on the elbow, mouth near Kimmy’s cheek. “I wonder what the picture is? There’ve been so many.”

Kimmy grunted and squirmed and Josh watched between her legs. Her rump flexed and rolled, her pussy still eager and undeterred even though she must know there were things hidden from her. She still wanted to go. And seeing that washed away his momentary shame for his heavy predicament. This had to be done. He couldn’t move on without closing the circle, without his own fingers clasping it closed.

“Keep going,” he said, renewed strength elevating his voice from timid to command.

“Hear that? . . . We’re just getting started Kimmy. When we’re done with you, we’ll have to bring the IV in again to get you on your feet.”

After this cryptic statement, Devlin flashed a smile and a wink his way. The prospect of the statements meaning tightened his guts, screwed them up and wrung out all the poison so it flooded his bloodstream. You could never believe Devlin. Everything he said had meaning or intent unknown to you, meant to fester later like his words were rusty nails in barefoot summer. He hadn’t yet been vaccinated for Devlin’s particular infection, and already his mind was chasing horrors, picturing Kimmy getting pounded by Devlin’s monster cock for an hour or more, this way and that way, on her knees, with her ankles over her shoulders, and when Devlin was done she could barely lift her head from the mattress.

Yeah. At the Royal York.

He could picture it all happening while he lurked in the Royal York’s lobby, wondering what crime his wife might commit many floors above with a man he hated.

Kimmy grunted and whimpering a muffled sound, twisting her arms behind her back. But he got the distinct impression this was a torment his wife enjoyed. Her own dark desire. Out of control like the way he loved to have control removed. Under Devlin’s thumb. Under Devlin’s mighty sexual tool. Both of them submitting to Devlin in their own way, sinning, biting into temptation. Tasting selfish sweet juices they knew better than to consume.

Kimmy surrendered to her restraint, going slack, like she’d died. Dead, but shaking her head in what Josh could only assume was some sort of profound regret. She’d trusted the devil, and the devil did devilish things.

“Now bring your heels up onto the bed, Kimmy. Spread wide for Joshy. He’s come a long way to be here.”

Kimmy complied, unusually obedient, more the way she would allow him to make requests. For someone who disliked Devlin so much, she seemed to obey very well. He could hope the obedience was a function of her husband’s offered penitence, that she spread her legs wider not because Devlin asked, but because her husband watched. Did it matter? There had been a time he didn’t watch, and she spread her legs for Devlin, regardless.

Her feet slid up to the mattress, and she bowed her knees open, showing off her shining slit in vulgar display. Devlin massaged her mound, his fingertips tugging at the dusky membranes, burrowing in search of her swollen clit. When he found it, Kimmy moaned a high keening sound and humped up her hips. Josh flexed his stomach and felt a pulse of further lubricant tickle the tip of his aching dick.

Devlin manipulated her, rubbing two fingers into her labia, mashing her opening, then up to roll circles over her clitoris until Kimmy was trembling again. Then he slowed, and eased his middle finger inside her, Kimmy stilling, concentrating on the penetration, holding steady while Devlin put the finger all the way inside her.

“You like that, Kimmy? Does that feel like Josh?”

Kimmy gasped and arched her back. Devlin eased the finger out again, then slid in the two middle fingers together. “Is this more like Josh? Is Josh like two fingers?”

Her head rolled side to side, the sunlight shimmering on his tie’s fabric wrapping her eyes. Her lips had parted. The moans she sounded were more troubled.

“That’s it, huh? That’s what Josh gives you? I know you need more than that. Do you want more kimmy?”

Kimmy panted then nodded.

“You want three fingers? You can’t take three fingers, can you?”

Kimmy nodded again and Josh squeezed his knees, a swirling insanity coalescing around him. It was too much to take. Again he felt like he could either smash the table lamp over Devlin’s head or he could ejaculate in his pants in one of the wildest orgasms he would ever have. Either one could formulate and he had no plans other than to watch. Watch and suffer.

Devlin bunched three fingers and began to slowly plunge them in and out of Kimmy’s pussy. The sound of her wetness was devastating. It was a cruel but beautiful sound. The sound of slick sexual suction. Sounds another man should provoke in another’s wife.

“Mm, Kimmy likes three fingers, a lot. I bet she’d like four. But I think I have something way better. Did you want to watch Josh suck it first?” The fingers still plunged in and out, Kimmy’s juices still streaming from an endless carnal reservoir.

This homoerotic subjugation was a dark alley Devlin lured him into, but one he wouldn’t fall for. If he did, he’d be hit with Devlin’s blackjack, awake to an hellish realm of Devlin’s sexual thuggery. One he would never escape. One that time would provide no release from. He said, “Stop fucking around.”

Devlin looked down at him. “What if she wants it?”

“She doesn’t.”

Kimmy spoke, her voice weak and whimpering but finding enough strength to say, “Just do what you’re going to do already.”

“Kimmy, you know if you give me commands, I’m just going to do the opposite. I’ll tease this little water park between your thighs all afternoon, till the lines have dwindled and the parking lot is empty. I’ll do it just to watch you suffer.”

Kimmy thrusted her hips up again but Devlin withdrew his fingers, only rubbing her pussy, not penetrating. Kimmy mewled with frustration.

Devlin shook his head and looked Josh’s way. “I don’t how you got this, but kudos, Josh. She really loves you, you know that?”

His eyes swelled suddenly, a burst of emotion seizing his heart. It was true. It really was. She hated Devlin and she loved her husband Josh. Kimmy was a victim of her own sexuality and there was no way he could deny how he related to that.

Devlin said, “So you’re just going to sit there and watch now?” He handled his own balls, squeezing and stretching his scrotum before gripping the base of his cock and holding it outright, touching the wet tip to Kimmy’s thigh. “That doesn’t sound like much fun.”

Josh swallowed—with difficulty, like something had caught in his throat—and said, “It’s what I want.” He rose to stand above the bed, his shadow casting across Kimmy’s legs and up over her tummy. It looked like a painting. He sat down on the chair again and leaned forward.

Devlin beat his cock on Kimmy’s hipbone, then humped it back and forth, the end of it rustling through her matted pelt. Her hair clung to Devlin’s sexual flesh. The scratch of Kimmy’s pubic hair against Devlin’s glistening cock skin tightened Josh’s core even more. His whole torso suffered the cramp of extreme tension.

Devlin kneed Kimmy’s thigh, and as further proof Kimmy had spent cruel intimate time with Devlin, she responded, knowing what Devlin wanted her to do. She rolled with his direction, swinging one long, gorgeous leg over the other and sticking her behind back toward Devlin, exposing her sex and anus, her legs sandwiching a perfect frame of Kimmy’s most personal space. Her arms stayed folded behind her and she arched her back so Devlin could assume a close curve behind her. Her palms rested on Devlin’s muscular stomach, her fingers stroking him.

“You got her nice and wet for me, Josh,” he said, then to Kimmy, “I’m going to fuck you with your husband’s saliva for lube, Kimmy. You like that?” And Kimmy nodded, writhing in a way that told him she was lifted up into an erotic stratosphere. Moments ago he’d thought she might object to his sudden arrival and cryptic request, but now here she was overheated and horny and practically begging for Devlin to put his huge cock inside her.

The end of Devlin’s cock slipped over Kimmy’s sex and Josh grew lightheaded. Lightheaded with a perfect symphony of disgust and desire and sheer death-defying arousal. No urge came to stop the proceedings—though it should—because he knew in his heart it had happened before. The only way out was through.

“I’m going to go slow,” Devlin said to Kimmy in a low, quiet voice. “It’s been a while.”

With that, he eased the head of his cock into her opening, Kimmy’s shining petals parting to accept, swallowing it, rippling over the supple coronal ridge. And then it was official: Devlin Stone was inside her. Devlin Stone had fulfilled his bully’s unspoken promise lo those many years ago. You are what you are, and I am better. Better enough he could seduce a man’s wife, raise the sexual temperature until he could go deeper and deeper still, whispering sweet-nothings and offering sweet-somethings until he had that man’s wife on a bed, showing that man—in person—what it looked like when your wife got better.