Devil in the Waters, Book 8, Chapter 14

Josh hissed, “I can’t believe you said that.”

Kimmy nodded, and the hand that wasn’t on his dick covered her mouth. It seemed like a gesture to hide a giggle, but her eyes didn’t show amusement. She knew it was bad.

Through clenched teeth, his wife still stroking his cock, he said, “I fucking love it.”

Kimmy showed relief now, her hand coming away from her mouth and rubbing his other thigh while she jerked him off.

Kimmy and Devlin shared a chuckle. The two of them making bawdy jokes together.

Josh said, “You’re flirting with him.”

Kimmy’s brow lowered. “No, I’m not.”

“I mean you sound like you are. He must’ve thought you were.”

“You see? I went too far, Josh, I—”

“It’s not too far, I swear.”

“How am I supposed to work with Devlin now?”

“I told you Devlin’s okay with it.”

“But what about me?”

Kimmy was right. This was going too far. It didn’t matter that her husband got off on it, this jeopardized her job and put her in an awkward position at work. He held her wrist for a moment, and though she couldn’t stroke him now, her fingers teased. He said, “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I’m okay.”

“And I’m okay. What do you think’s changed? What does Devlin think now?”

“Keep listening,” she said.

The cast-aside look of despondence on her face sickened him again in that way he hated that he liked. Yes, there was more to the recording. Kimmy made a joke about seeing Devlin’s big balls and this was her boss, and that was a bad thing to do, but there was more badness to come.

They’d just talked through Kimmy and Devlin on the recording, and he listened keenly now, up on an elbow, holding onto his wife’s wrist while her thumb stroked circles on the underside of his cock head.

Devlin said about his large testicles, “I guess it’s an open secret now,” and Kimmy said, “You could barely hide them, anyway.”

Another long moment of silence between the awful conversation’s two participants in Devlin’s apartment. Kimmy’s thumb still stroked circles on the most sensitive spot on his penis. Josh stilled her thumb and she looked at him nervously.

He said, “I don’t want to come yet.”

She nodded, at least happy to know that he hadn’t stopped her because he was angry.

On the recording: “Well, now that we know, I don’t think there’s any big deal stripping down in Cayman. I don’t do it at the office, this was a work-slash-vacation. I went swimming on the vacation segment of your trip. Now if I started coming into the office with my wang hanging out—”

“Tami would pass out.”

As Devlin and Kimmy both chuckled, Josh asked who Tami was.

“You know her. Tami, my secretary.”

“Does she have a thing for Devlin?”

Kimmy put a finger to her lips to remind him to be quiet.

Devlin was saying, “She probably would. You, you’re desensitized now. When we’re in Cayman next time, what’s the big deal? We already know Josh doesn’t care. And I don’t think you really care.”

“Don’t make assumptions.”

“Do you care?”

“Josh was there.”

Another beat of quiet, and Josh strained to hear.

Devlin said, “Your problem is I did it when your husband was there. You’d be all right if it were just the two of us alone?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You’re right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“It was an odd time in Cayman together.”

“We had fun.”

“The three of us together, I mean. It was awkward.”

“Josh thought it was going to be just the two of us.”

“It could have been, but then it wasn’t.”

“You want all three of us to get along better. Is that why you took my husband out for lunch today?”

“You talked to him.”

“He texted me.”

“What did he tell you?”

“You guys are going to a Jays game.”

“This Friday. See, it was weird down in Cayman. I felt like a third wheel. I know that’s my fault. Josh has no reason to like me. High school was a long time ago. I took him out for lunch so we could bury the hatchet. Josh seems to be over it.”

“Josh is tough.”

Josh smiled and Kimmy smiled in return, both of them with their ears cocked toward her phone laying on the bed next to them.

Devlin said, “Another thing I picked up on Cayman . . .”

“What?”

“You guys are up to something.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t have to tell you. You know. Even Josh knows.”

“He told you we were up to something?”

“And now you’re here in my apartment talking about my dick.”

“I’m not talking about that.”

The hell you aren’t, Kimberly.” The sound of a wineglass being put down. “I had lunch with your husband, we talked about you. Talked about your marriage.”

“Our happy marriage.”

“I wouldn’t describe it any other way. And you wouldn’t, either.”

“I don’t.”

“But at dinner, the two of you had a game going.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“There’s no way I’m ridiculous, there’s no way I’m wrong about it. And I can prove it.”

“How you can prove it, Devlin?” There was bemusement in Kimmy’s voice. Kimmy’s thumb-circling on the underside of his cock slowed. Josh looked at his wife’s face, saw her nibbling on her lower lip. They must be getting close to where she said things went too far.

He removed her hand from his cock and sat up. He put one arm around her back, one hand on the narrow of her waist. She was still clothed, body warm under the cool fabric where his palm rested. She was trim and lean and the sexiest thing alive. Their shoulders touched, her chin rested on his shoulder.

In Devlin’s apartment a few hours ago, Devlin said to Kimmy, “I’m into games, too, Kimmy. I really like games.”

“What game are we playing?”

“We’re going to play a game of chicken.”

“I like it in the apartment, I don’t want to head out and find a lonely stretch of highway.”

“This is my game of chicken. I know the game you were running. You two think you’re funny. Doing something together behind my back. And I’m your toy.”

“That might be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard from a grown man.”

“Really? First time I see you since Cayman, you come to my apartment and after we talk about work, you can’t wait to talk about my dick.”

“Don’t be so high on yourself. I only mention it because—”

More quiet. Josh strained to hear, and Kimmy hugged him tighter. Now on the recording, Kimmy saying, “What are you doing?”

“Showing you what you came here to see.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Stop me then.”

“This is your game of chicken?”

“We’re not at work. This is after hours and you are in my apartment. I’m not your employer and you’re not my employee. Not right now.”

“So what am I?”

“This is where we find out if Josh and Kimmy are playing a game with mean old Devlin Stone.”

“Don’t you dare. I’m serious.”

“‘Don’t you dare’ is not the same as ‘stop.’ Say it.”

“I can leave.”

“You can. You can do anything you want. But right now I’m going to take my dick out because I know you want to see it again.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

Silence.

“Devlin . . .”

Silence again, and then the gut wrenching sound of a zipper being drawn down.

“Tell me when to stop.”

“Devlin, don’t do it.”

“Say stop.”

“Devlin . . .”

“Is this what you came for?”

The sound of Kimmy putting down her wine glass now.

Josh said, “Are you kidding me?”

Kimmy hugged him tighter and her chin dug into his collar.

“I can’t believe this,” Josh said.

“I’m sorry,” Kimmy whispered.

He rubbed a circle on her back and said, “I love you. Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Does he have it out?”

Kimmy nodded.

Devlin said, “There it is. Take a good look. You were shy when Josh was around.”

“Put it away.”

“Think of my apartment like that beach in Cayman. Clothing optional. Sometimes when I’m alone here and I’m walking around, I’ll take my dick out. What do you think?”

“I think you should put it away.”

“What did you and Josh say about it when you were alone?”

“It didn’t even come up.”

Devlin chuckled.

“Stop it.”

Devlin said, “I heard you.”

“You’re going to put it away?”

“I heard you in Cayman with Josh. Quite the show you two put on.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Your sex sounds, Kimmy. You guys had to run up from the beach for a quickie.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear us.”

“No, I’m sure it was an accident that the windows were open and you were hollering out.”

“You shouldn’t have listened. . . . What are you doing now?”

“Getting comfortable.”

“Devlin, it’s enough.”

“All right,” Devlin said.

Josh whispered to Kimmy, “What was he doing?”

“Unbuttoning his shirt.”

Devlin’s boldness drove Josh out of his mind. A rage filled him, and though it should be directed at Devlin, it was scattered. A raw feeling of hurt and jealousy broadcast in a wide scope instead of a narrow pinpoint on Devlin Stone’s chest. He could blame Devlin Stone for this, but he’d brought it on himself. Dumped it on to Kimmy and now Kimmy had done this to please him. And all that Devlin did was give them what he thought they wanted.

Josh held Kimmy tight and feeling his grip around her tighten, she clutched him harder as well. But her hand slipped down his belly and gripped his cock. Her touch had it jolting and sending up a small geyser of pre-come. When it spilled over his wife’s hand she gasped with lust.

“Oh my God,” he said, his voice constricted. Hugging her tight, cross-legged, Kimmy on her hip with one hand stroking his cock. He was seconds away from exploding. “Slow, slow, slow,” he told her.

Devlin said, “You still didn’t tell me stop.”

“Yes, I did.”

“You want me to put it away?”

Silence.

“Nodding isn’t yes, Kimmy.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again into Josh’s ear.

Devlin said, “You can look.”

More silence. Kimmy looking directly at Devlin’s big penis pulled out of his pants. Josh knew what it looked like, could picture it hanging out of the dark wool V of zipped-down suit pants, a heavy sagging club. “You were looking at it?”

Kimmy didn’t nod or say anything.

Devlin said, “You want to see it hard now? Bet you wonder what it looks like hard.” His voice was low and devilish, a confident grumble. And in its wake nothing but silence. And in that long silence Josh pictured Kimmy nodding yes. Kimmy indicating to Devlin Stone she wanted to see what his cock looked like hard.

When the silence endured, it was like a confirmation. Josh wheezed, “Are you kidding me?”

Kimmy stiffened and he soothed a hand on her back again. “What’s happening?”

“He’s playing with it.” Her voice trembled.

“What are you doing?”

She shook her head no.

“You’re watching?”

The dabbing point of her chin on his collar got his balls climbing high up inside his body, the soothing hand on her back stilled and he held her close. She’d done this for him because she thought he wanted it. Kimmy had stood and watched Devlin Stone get the upper hand, turn the tables on them.

Josh said, “Really?”

No answer from Kimmy, then Devlin said, “I’ll get you desensitized. On the beach that day, your husband’s little bean was straight as an arrow. He’s a free man. I’m a free man. I didn’t know you’d be so repressed.”

“I’m not repressed.”

“You’re just like that little girl who ran out of my basement.”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“You’re all grown up now. Kimmy Chang is more woman that any other I’ve seen. She’s got everything.”

“I’m not repressed.”

“So then what’ll happen next time we’re in Cayman?”

There was a gross shuffling sound that Josh was sure was Devlin’s palm on his cock. He whispered to Kimmy “Is he getting hard?”

Kimmy hissed, “Yes.”

Josh held her back to look at her face. Her lips wriggled and she looked like she might burst into tears. He held her neck and rubbed thumbs on her jawline, smiling at her. “I love it, Kimmy. Don’t be upset. I totally love it.”

Kimmy twisted her face away but held onto his wrists, circling her thumbs on them. “How can I go back to work now?”

“It’s all fine, Kimmy. Devlin did it, he—”

“There’s more,” she said.

The fact there was more chilled him. And he listened now, Devlin saying, “That’s it. Kimmy’s not repressed. She’s a grown ass woman that can cut men in half by looking at them.”

Josh said, “What’s happening?”

Kimmy shook her head no.

“What are you doing?”

Kimmy unbuttoned her dress shirt, one button and another until he saw her navel. She wore no bra, and a sudden punch low in his belly told him his wife went without one on purpose. Hoping this would happen. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

She shook her head no.

Devlin said, “That’s it, show it. Show me, look at my cock growing.You came to see it, look at it.”

The hair rose on the back of Josh’s neck. “Did you take your clothes off?”

Kimmy shook her head again, and pulled aside her shirt to reveal her nipple.

“You showed him your nipple?”

Kimmy nodded and lip-wriggled again, her eyes squeezed into tiny lines.

He grabbed the back of Kimmy’s thin neck and pulled her close. “You went to his apartment without a bra.” His heart raced in his chest.

She nodded. “For your sake. I was just going to tell you that I didn’t—”

“But you really didn’t.”

“I didn’t want this to happen, Josh.”

Josh swallowed. “Did you fuck him?” His voice was thin and disbelieving

Kimmy slapped his chest lightly. “No, Josh.”

“He got hard while you showed your breast.”

Kimmy tried to put her arms around his neck and hug him but he shoved her back. He got on top of her, Kimmy laying her back on the bed. All her dressed-up confidence falling away, naked Josh taking over. He reached down and grabbed her knee, slid his hand up the front of her thigh and then the inside, up underneath her skirt to find her naked. Her pussy flooded with her juices. When his fingers went through her folds, she howled a garbled sound.

“Fuck, Kimmy, oh my fucking God, holy fuck,” he said, heart galloping in his chest, eyes wild, the most focused and frenzied moment of passion he’d ever felt in his life. A veritable cupid’s arrow piercing his heart and flooding it with the poison of everlasting love. That this woman would do something so terrible for his benefit detonated in his brain. He clambered on top of her, naked, his wife wearing the work clothes she’d worn to visit a man who’d become his sexual fetish. She’d shown that man her breast and recorded his reaction while he jerked his cock to hardness.

Near Kimmy’s ear, he growled, “Devlin got hard for you.”

“Yes,” she gasped, writhing on the bed underneath him.

The point of his cock found her overflowing aperture, spearing inside her wet interior. Their union made a quick squelching sound, crowded out by Kimmy’s cries of ecstasy. His fingers went through her fingers, the two of them upside down on the bed, their hands above them, his cock fully inside her. He pounded her deeply. Gave her every bit of his hugest, hardest size.

“I fucking love you,” he said, wanting any hurt his wife might feel to be extinguished right away. “I fucking love you so much.”

Josh she gasped, I love you, she said, the recording still playing out, a shuffling sound while he fucked his wife. It was Devlin’s manual accompaniment, showing off to Kimmy the size of his manhood. And Josh in the here-and-now bringing her to orgasm.

Kimmy came while they both listened to Kimmy revealing her nipple to another man while he jerked off. He fucked Kimmy right through her orgasm, fucked her till her heels locked around his back.

Kimmy’s hand reached down for her phone, shut it off, closed them in silence but for their own sounds.

“I wanted to listen,” he gasped.

“It’s just you and me, baby,” she said. “Just you and me.”