Devil in the Waters, Book 8, Chapter 13

Josh’s heart wedged in his throat as he listened to the recording play. Kimmy knocking on a door, Devlin answering. And, fuck, already she was engaged in their game: Devlin said to Kimmy he had something to show her and Kimmy said she wanted to see it. Though Josh’s pulse raced and his heart pounded, he couldn’t help chuckling through his nose at this wife’s wordplay. Even Kimmy smiled, watching him lay in bed naked and listen to her recording.

There were the sounds of shoes on hardwood, a door closing. Josh asked her where this was. “His office?”

She shook her head no.

“Where?”

Kimmy whispered, “Devlin’s apartment.”

He shot up, scooting back, knees raised. He scowled at her, furious for some reason. “Where the fuck . . .?”

Kimmy paused the recording, but appeared reluctant. “His apartment, Josh.”

“Where’s his apartment?”

“Near the office.”

“I didn’t . . . He has an apartment near the office?”

“Yeah. I told you. He’s moving to Toronto.”

“You didn’t tell me he had an apartment.”

“Sure, I did. What does it matter, Josh? Don’t you want to listen?”

“You went to his apartment?”

“Yeah,” she said, brow furrowing.

“You’ve been there before?”

“Sure. A few times. What’s the big deal?”

His tightened stomach somehow found the space to turn over, and for a moment he thought this revelation might be too much to bear. It felt like betrayal—though it wasn’t. Devlin had an apartment near Kimmy’s office, so what?

After a few deep breaths, he was able to chuckle again and he worked his way to lie down on the bed, but now he brought a sheet over to cover his crotch. “This is fucking crazy. You went to his apartment to do this?”

“He asked me to swing by. He’d already settled in for the night and wasn’t coming to the office. He asked me to stop on my way home to look at something.”

As his diaphragm relaxed a little and he slipped back into the here-and-now and this scenario his wife was setting up for his sexual pleasure, the excitement returned. This was a gift for him from Kimmy. He was beginning to think even this revelation of Devlin’s nearby apartment was timed for this event. And he wondered if what he heard on the recording would be anywhere near as bad as Kimmy suggested: was it merely hype for her husband’s benefit, hype to give some mediocre exchange between Kimmy and Devlin more weight just for his erotic enjoyment?

He said, “At lunch today, Devlin asked me what you’re like in bed.”

Kimmy’s head cocked, brow lowered. And then she smiled. “What did you tell him?”

“What did you tell him?”

“The truth,” Josh said. “That you’re amazing.”

“That’s all? Just amazing?”

“Amazing isn’t good enough?”

“Tell me what you told him,” she said, her hand touching his hipbone. All five of her fingernails raked a gentle path from hipbone down his thigh, her pinky finger rustling the bedsheet covering his erection.

“I told him you’re amazing. That you are always amazing. And . . .”

“And? . . .” Her nails dragged northward again, running up his thigh to his hipbone, nudging the bedding, making the fabric tickle on the underside of his throbbing cock.

“And how . . . How you’re creative.”

She smiled. “You told him I was creative?”

“I told him you’re creative.”

“Kinky, you mean.”

“I don’t think I used the word kinky. I told him . . . I told him you were always amazing, but that now you’re wild.”

“Wild,” she repeated, looking up and thinking about the description. “I like wild, Josh.”

Her dragging nails detoured, her fingers crawling underneath the fabric and the scooped edges of her nails dragging over his scrotum, which tightened further at her touch. He drew in a deep breath and flinched. His flinching made Kimmy laugh.

She said, “So you say I’m wild now.”

“You disagree with me?”

“Not at all. I think you’re a little wild, too, Josh. What do you think of that?”

“Sounds like we we’re made for each other.”

Kimmy snuffled laughter, smiling again. “We are. We’re made for each other.”

“Definitely.”

“You ready to hear more?”

“I have a feeling you’re building this up to make me crazy.”

Kimmy’s smile faded. She said, “I’m making the best of something. Something I shouldn’t have done.”

“Don’t say that, Kimmy. It makes me feel like I forced you into something.”

“I don’t blame you at all, Josh. I did it. I did it because I like when you think I’m wild.”

He sat up, hands slinking around her waist. Him naked, her clothed, his palms sliding on the fine wool of her suit jacket. Their mouths connected and he kissed her. Kimmy still held his shrunken scrotum in her fingers. She kissed and chuckled and breathed, and when their kiss broke apart, she touched her forehead to his. “Are you ready to hear more?”

“You went to all this trouble,” he said, “might as well get the show I paid for.”

“You didn’t pay anything,” she said, still smiling, pushing him back with her forehead. He lay back in the bedding, bundled sheets over his crotch, his wife’s hand tickling at his balls. He said, “However bad it is, Kimmy, it doesn’t matter to me.”

Now her smile softened, and her eyes looked compassionate. Like she appreciated his words and their meaning. She nodded, lay her phone down on the bed next to him again and pressed play.

He listened to Devlin and Kimmy making small talk in what he imagined was Devlin’s apartment’s foyer. Probably some real impressive pad he had too, knowing Devlin. Super modern and expensive, and when he invited Kimmy over after work to ‘show her something,’ Josh was sure Devlin set the scene: a bottle of whiskey out. Maybe wine. Some soft music playing. All the lights set to dim. What was he wearing? A robe? Probably. He probably let it hang open. That’s how Kimmy saw Devlin’s penis again. He stiffened at the thought, and Kimmy responded by lightly tickling her nail tips on his balls again.

Josh said, “What was he wearing if he was expecting you?”

On Kimmy’s phone a conversation played out that meant nothing to him. No dirty talk, no double entendres, only dumb stuff about shipping and transportation and legal matters that he didn’t care about.

Kimmy said, “He was dressed for work, Josh. But he had his suit jacket off and wasn’t wearing a tie. Just his dress pants and an open dress shirt.”

“Sleeves rolled up?”

Kimmy chuckled at his insight. “Yes, he had his sleeves rolled up.”

“You know he preened for you.”

“Because he knew I was coming?”

“You know it. He probably set the scene.”

“His apartment is quite cozy.”

“Cozy?—I don’t picture Devlin with a cozy apartment.”

“No, I mean it’s big and spacious and everything, but the lights were nice.”

“I knew it.”

Underneath their banter, more conversation played out regarding work. Josh stopped talking when he heard Devlin say, “Can I get you a glass of wine?” He bit on his lower lip as Kimmy stayed silent as well.

On the phone, Kimmy—in Devlin’s apartment—agreed to a glass of wine. Now he listened to small talk, Kimmy complimenting the view while Devlin poured them wine. They clinked glasses together and something about them being friendly this way really got under Josh’s skin in the worst—and yet best—possible way.

Now they weren’t talking about work anymore. Devlin asked Kimmy how she enjoyed Cayman. Kimmy told him all the things that she and her husband did, and Devlin grunted affirmations, sipping wine.

Josh whispered, “Where are you in his apartment?”

“In the living room. Standing between his couches.”

Josh smiled. “It just changed from business to pleasure.”

But Kimmy didn’t laugh this time. She chewed her lower lip nervously and there was a anxious jitter in her eyes looking back at him. It was the first time he thought maybe this wasn’t a ruse on her part. Maybe her statement of error wasn’t part of the game. Maybe she really did go too far.

A wonderful worry began to curl up low in his belly. A heavy, sick sort of feeling that wasn’t unwelcome. His thighs flexed and his cock bulged. Kimmy began to squeeze and knead his balls. He groaned and lay his head back in the pillow.

On the phone, Kimmy said, “That was quite the scene before our dinner.”

Devlin said, “How do you mean?”

“I mean when we went swimming.”

“What about it?”

Josh could picture that malevolent smile-dash-sneer on Devlin’s handsome face. Not knowing that Kimmy planned to talk about his nudity, but looking for a chance to insinuate it himself.

This was wilder than Josh could ever have imagined. He shifted his pelvis forward, guiding Kimmy’s hand from his balls onto his shaft. She knew what he wanted, and her fingers circled his shaft.

She whispered, “You’re so fucking hard right now.”

It brought a deeper groan and a tremendous flex of his manhood in her grip. He was pulsing out pre-come and he tilted his tailbone down, trying to get his slippery lubricant in her grip.

Kimmy let him do it, held her hand still until the end of his cock passed into her grip. Her hand closed around the head of his cock, and he eased upward, pushing his now-slippery shaft into her clutch. Though she bit her lip nervously she began to smile. She whispered, “Are you listening?”

“To every single fucking word, Kimmy.”

“I don’t want you to be upset.”

“Whatever happens here, nothing can upset me.”

“Do you swear?”

She began to stroke up and down. His head fell back in the pillow. “Oh my God, Kimmy, I am so one hundred percent fucking sure.”

“I hope so, Josh. I did it for you.”

Devlin and Kimmy were talking still on the phone, and he shushed her.

Kimmy stroked his cock slowly and whispered, “Sorry.”

Devlin on the phone said, “That’s the way it is there.”

“I wasn’t expecting nudity.”

“You’re not surprised though.”

Kimmy, in Devlin’s apartment, drinking wine after work with him, giggled. “No, I don’t think I was surprised at all.”

“Why bring it up then?”

“In front of my husband, Devlin?” She said it as though the answer should be obvious.

“Josh gets it. He stripped right down, ran around with his little dick stiff as a peg.”

This got Josh groaning again, and he humped his hand through his wife’s fist. Kimmy flung away the bedding that covered him, and they both watched her hand on his naked cock. A cock so dwarfed by her boss’s. And Kimmy and her boss were talking about it on the phone recording.

This was too wild to believe it was even really happening.

Kimmy said to Devlin, “You both hoped you could get me to disrobe.”

“Why should Josh get all the fun?”

“Seeing me without my clothes?”

“He’s one lucky man.”

“He is,” Kimmy said, then the sound of sipping wine.

“Next time we’re down in Cayman, I’d like it if you were comfortable enough to fit in.”

“It’s not a nudist resort, Devlin.”

“It’s private. It’s private and I make the rules.”

“What if I was offended by your nudity?”

“Were you?”

“Do you think it’s appropriate to disrobe in front of an employee?”

Devlin agreed. “Especially an employee who is a lawyer. But I have really big balls, Kimmy.”

There was a long beat of silence, and in that space Josh’s heart stopped. It was like they were flirting. In that silence Josh knew Kimmy and Devlin both smiled at each other. Both enjoying this inappropriate time together.

“What the hell?” he gasped, not believing that Kimmy would be so bold to talk like this with Devlin. She was doing it for his sake. And the thing that aroused him most was the fear that Kimmy secretly enjoyed it. He fantasized she did as he pushed his cock in and out of her slippery hand. Every time his cock flexed, he pulsed new pre-come into her stroking.

Kimmy said to Devlin, “You definitely have big balls,” and Josh’s sex drive blasted off like a hypersonic missile.