Devil in the Waters, Book 8, Chapter 12

Josh ate dinner alone. Kimmy’d texted him from work saying she had an emergency meeting after five o’clock, but she wouldn’t be home too late. She’d texted at seven-thirty she was on the road again and would be home soon. At five after eight she came home and right away he knew something was wrong.

Now he stood at the kitchen pass-through, watching his wife’s back as she washed her hands in the sink and then poured herself a glass of water and drank.

He asked her what’s going on, unable to hide the nervousness from his voice. The way she’d come in the door, that terrible look on her face . . . Something had happened, and he feared she’d lost her job. The job with Devlin had changed her for the better, and the extra money made them secure.

Kimmy held up a finger, finished her drink, then sat the glass in the bottom of the sink. She bowed her head and her posture slumped. The sight of her this way sunk his heart.

He hustled around the pass-through and into the kitchen to join her. “What is it, what happened?” He turned her to face him and when she looked down, avoiding his eyes, he put his arms around her. Kimmy melted against him. “Tell me,” he whispered, brow furrowed, knot in his stomach, his hands stroking her back.

Kimmy pulled back like she would tell him, then lost her nerve, shaking her head and staring at his chest.

“Is everything okay?” He just wanted to hear that she was all right, that she was still employed, or that her family were all okay. Did she witness an accident on the drive home?

“I did what I said I would do,” she said, voice quiet but with an urgent despair.

“What are you talking about? Did what?”

Now Kimmy’s eyes raised to meet his, and though their gazes met, there was no connection, his wife’s eyes lost somewhere, giving him no indication where her mind was. Her mouth remained open, like she would begin speaking as soon as the words became unstuck from her throat.

“Hey,” he said, almost chuckling now, realizing the benevolent power he held over her: Kimmy couldn’t disappoint him, there was nothing she could have done that would break him. Whatever was wrong could be solved, could be made right. “You’re here, you’re home, everything is okay. Whatever it is we can figure it out. Your family is all right? It’s not—”

“They’re fine, Josh, everyone’s fine,” she said in a normal tone at last, his worry for her family snapping Kimmy out of it and showing her the terribleness of what Josh might assume bothered her—and how he was here to support her in anything.

The relief hearing her voice return and seeing a human glimmer in her eyes was huge. He chuckled and hugged her again, and as he did, his brain caught up with her words and the situation.

I did what I said I would do.

“What did you do?”

He held her away with his hands on curve of her shoulders. He saw fear from her now and realized his features had furrowed to a scowl. His features eased, and he showed her compassion and understanding instead.

Kimmy’s mouth worked to speak again and he lowered his gaze to meet hers. She found the words.

“What I said I would do.”

Josh’s mind went straight to the gutter and he hated himself for it. She brought up Devlin’s nakedness at work like she told him she would. She’d said something and the situation went the wrong way. Oh shit— it went bad and they ended up having sex.

The beat of his heart became a gallop and his throat closed in an anxious squeeze. Blood drained from his face.

It couldn’t be that. She would never have the nerve to say something to Devlin about the strange things that happened in Cayman.

Now it was him speaking in hesitating jags. “What did you . . . say you would . . . do?”

She looked at him like he was slow, jutting her chin forward and widening her eyes. The muscles in her jaw flexed.

Was it what he thought? His stomach tightened, and the biggest surprise of all: his cock began to grow.

“It went too far, Josh,” she said, and then immediately, as if the immense weight of the words she just uttered hit her, her beautiful features scrunched closed and she cried.

“What the hell, Kimmy?” His voice was soft and reassuring and he took her in his arms again, her hot breath dampening the shoulder of his T-shirt. He held her close and made soothing sounds in her ear.

It went too far? What the hell was too far?

His cock grew to full and maximum hardness. While his wife cried in his arms over what she’d done for her husband, her husband’s cock went to full iron hardness. The shame brought heat to his cheeks and he moved his hips back so she wouldn’t feel it.

It was thinking the worst of Kimmy that provoked this sudden and intense physical arousal.

“He didn’t touch you or something like that, did he?”

Kimmy shook her head no on his chest, then she sniffled and stepped back, wiping her cheeks and turning to the sink again. She poured herself another glass of water and drank it.

He watched her in silence. Those long perfect. legs, the pointed shoes, the lithe, slender frame and the long silky black hair down her back.

No bun. Her hair had been undone. Had she undone it, or had Devlin?

Josh grabbed his hard-on and squeezed, still admiring his wife’s back. The odd, hard feeling in his stomach somehow felt good. Like he enjoyed the hurt. Though it was wild he basked in this purgatory o the unknown, not sure what his wife had done, but allowing the fantasy she’d done. something dirty with Devlin Stone to wash over him in greenish waves.

Kimmy was blameless and this was all for him. Whatever she’d done with Devlin tonight, she’d done it to please him.

His hands gripped her collar as she set another empty glass down in the sink. This time she didn’t bow her head in affliction, she put a hand over one of his. he looked at those long and graceful fingers with no colored polish, just a clear coat, and, of course, her wedding ring.

“Devlin didn’t do something that I need to worry about?”

She shook her head again. “No, but I did.”

“You did?”

She nodded and turned to face him, the two of them close and touching, her ass resting against the sink edge. “Devlin did something bad and I didn’t stop him. I let him” Her eyes strayed from his again.

Again, Josh asked, “Did he touch you?”

Kimmy covered up her face with both her hands and breathed into them. It hit him suddenly that she was fucking with him. He stepped back and laughed. Kimmy’s hands lowered and she showed him a puzzled look. “What is it?”

“You’re messing with me.”

Kimmy didn’t smile, only looked at him with a hurt and hollow expression. “I’m not messing with you.”

The smile stayed on his face a while longer but as every second ticked away where Kimmy didn’t come clean, the more he returned to that horrible angst that tickled him. “You’re here, you’re alive and unharmed and Devlin didn’t touch you. How bad could it be?— Don’t answer. What I mean is I’m here for you and no matter how too far you think it went I’m here for you. We will figure it out.”

Kimmy regarded him for a while, lips sucked in and held between her teeth. They slowly slid out. She said, “I recorded me asking Devlin about the nudity in Cayman and Devlin played along and Devlin went too far and I didn’t stop him.”

“What did he do?” But deep down Josh knew what Devlin did. It was so obvious. Devlin pulled his dick out. Devlin pulled his huge dick out and showed it to Kimmy and Kimmy didn’t stop him. Kimmy looked at it.

His cock throbbed harder than ever and his knees weakened.

Kimmy was lost in something else: how what she did tonight for his benefit affected her future. She said, “My relationship with Devlin definitely changed tonight. How can I go back to work, Josh?”

“Why, what happened? What did he do?”

But Kimmy had more pressing matters than his jealousy and the way this kind of kink aroused him. Kimmy was forlorn. Not into playing games with him. Worried about her future.

He took her in his arms again. “Kimmy, it’ll be okay. I’m sure Devlin will be cool about it.”

Her arms looped his waist. “And what about you?”

“I’m definitely cool about it. Don’t worry for a second. Devlin is controllable and he needs you too much for this to be a problem. Hell, Kimmy, to Devlin this isn’t a problem at all. Tell me what he did. What do you mean he went too far?”

She hesitated, mouth working around. And then: “I might have ruined my job and our marriage tonight, Josh.”

“No way, Kimmy. No way.”

And for the first time since she’d come through the door tonight he saw the peek of a smile. her eyes showed hurt still, but he was getting through to her. “You’re the best, Josh. You really are.” her voice was barely audible, but the sentiment hit him hard. He hugged her again, this time not even hiding his erection. Kimmy didn’t mention it, but there was no way it went unnoticed.

“Now tell me,” he said.

“If you want me to tell you, I want you vulnerable. As vulnerable as I felt when I did it.”

He hoped she didn’t blame him for whatever happened. “You did it for me?” He cocked his head. “Kimmy, I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that would make you feel how you look right now. I’m sorry, I—”

“I love you, Josh. I really do. I love you so much.”

The sudden change in direction and the honesty in her voice touched him, putting a warm feeling around his heart. “I love you, Kimmy. How can it be so bad if we love each other? You didn’t . . .?”

“No. Josh, no, I didn’t . . .”

“Then tell me. I need to know. How do you want me vulnerable?”

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Josh lay vulnerable in their bed, the night sky deepening to the color of a ripe eggplant beyond the bedroom window. What Kimmy required from him—if she were to divulge this awful tale—was his obedience and vulnerability. So Josh lay naked under the bedding, head on the pillow. Kimmy sat on a hip beside him on the bed, supporting her weight with a hand near his knee. The vulnerability this created was stark and unexpected. The act of disrobing while Kimmy remained clothed put him in a powerless position. Looking up in Kimmy's beautiful eyes with his cock humping out the bedding, he felt an unfamiliar intimidation. He felt manipulated. Maybe even doubtful. Like Kimmy's disquiet when she arrived home was performative. An act meant to put him on the defense. But there couldn't be a better way to be manipulated. Kimmy studied him, long hair hanging in waves around her beautiful face. The tightness of her daytime bun had put curls in her lustrous hair. Her shirt collar was open almost to her breastbone. Whatever Kimmy did with Devlin tonight, Devlin's eyes watched that triangle of flesh she revealed. Her tawny skin stretched tight over the swoop of her collarbone, her long and graceful neck, the tendons showing. Her simple necklace glinted gold.

Eager to begin, he said, "Is this okay?"

Kimmy nodded, then licked her lips. Her expression was somber.

He said, "Can you please tell me what happened now?"

Kimmy nodded again, her eyes moving to the folded-over edge of the sheets crossed his chest. She sat straighter, tucked a thumb under that edge, warm skin sliding against his chest, and began to move the sheet downward to uncover him. It made him tremble. He watched the sheet slide down, until the tip of his erection appeared. Kimmy's lips slimmed at the sight, a certain satisfaction appearing on her face. Seeing him erect pleased her. But this was more than erect. An absolute throbbing iron rod stuck arrow-straight from between his legs, aching and hurting. He helped Kimmy, guiding the sheet lower, wanting his wife to get a good look at what he had. The sheet tickled the underside of his erection, then slid over his balls, which had clumped into a tight bunch. Kimmy regarded his aroused manhood. His hips and ass flexed involuntarily, feeling his wife's eyes like she touched him. He ached for her to touch him. Wanted nothing more than for Kimmy to take a firm grip on his cock, maybe put him in her mouth.

He sighed a long dry and draggy sound, then closed it off with embarrassment. Kimmy nibbled her lower lip and lay her warm hand on his chest. She said, "I said to Devlin what I told you I would and I recorded it."

"You did?"

"What would be the point in doing it if I didn't record it?"

"You really did this?"

Kimmy's hand slipped in her suit pocket and produced her phone. "I did, Josh. I shouldn't have, but I did. Do you want to hear it?"

There had been no doubt in his mind until now that he would listen to the recording. But now that his wife presented him with the option he considered it. Was the recording so awful that he shouldn't hear it? Kimmy acted as though what she'd captured was terrible. What if it was too much for him to hear?

"I want to hear it," he said.

"I know you do," she said, thumb flicking through screens to find an app she searched for. She opened it, pressed play—then pressed pause again. She said, "Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"How bad is it?"

"It's pretty bad, Josh."

"Nothing happened though, right?"

Kimmy's sober expression changed to comical annoyance for a second. A peek behind her mask that made him think again she manipulated him, and enjoyed doing it.

If his amazing wife manipulated him, then he knew he was going to love what was on this recording.

If what she'd done was heinous, Kimmy had the choice not to tell him at all.

"Press play," he said.

Kimmy pressed play.