Devil In The Waters, Book 7, Chapter 8

The first time after Amy slept with Devlin Stone she’d gushed all about it to Kimmy. It wasn’t even something Kimmy wanted to hear, though she was curious. Curious, yes, but not so vulgar as to want a play-by-play with all the gory details. Which Amy had been eager to divulge. Almost gleeful in seeing her friend Kimmy reeling and hiding her giggling face behind a pillow, the two of them congregated on her bed on a Sunday morning. Amy was persistent and Kimmy heard her out, sneering and grimacing and shying away like the bashful virgin teenager she was.

Two girls on a bed like after a mid-morning sleepover. But there was no sleepover; Amy had gone to a party at one of Devlin’s group of friends’ house and Devlin took her upstairs and they ‘did it.’ Most of what Amy had revealed—and Kimmy had squealed and reeled over—was talking about how hot Devlin was and how good his body looked and how he had the biggest penis in the world, just like everybody said. Biggest fear she had that morning was her father overhearing or, just as bad, her sister (who would be likely to listen at the door in search for just this kind of dirt).

But there was a detail told to her by Amy, and it was close and intimate—and also something Kimmy knew herself, firsthand, and got a sick and twisted thrill telling Josh. It was true, it was truth she knew, and she had a way to be truthful and divulge to her husband something meant to turn him on. There was no denying there was a benefit to her. It felt good to tell the truth about something so insane she was keeping from her husband. She had lurid fact that she would normally relate to her best friend and husband, but couldn’t because she was cheating on him. But telling him things she’d like to tell him and getting away with it by using Amy as a proxy felt strangely liberating. Like confiding in Josh a dirty secret knowledge of Devlin was a confession in a half way, and a confession was half way to absolution.

She told him a truth: “Amy told me . . .” Then halted yet again, waiting to be lured.

Her Josh pursued her. “Tell me, Kimmy,” he pleaded. “I want to know. Don’t be shy, tell me.”

She sighed and blubbered her lips on the exhale. “You sure? This is real.” Josh’s body tightened with anticipation.

“I’m sure, come on.” He fingered her clit and slunk his body against hers, encouraging her to continue and to get into it like he was.

She made a funny reluctant face, but then told him. “She said she could hardly . . . suck his, you know, because . . .”

Josh’s cock flexed inside her, his eyes wide with wanting. “Because why? Because he was so . . .”

“Because his penis was so big.”

Josh’s jaw slackened and everything about his body and his expression told her this news was driving him wild. “Did she really say that?”

She drew a cross with a fingernail between her breasts. “I’m serious. She really did tell me that.”

“What, really? For real?” His disbelief was genuine, and it made her wonder if Josh knew how big Devlin got when he was hard.

This information had trouble seeping into Josh’s comprehension. His eyes stayed open but distant, jaw still slack. His thrusting slowed to a complete stop.

She said, “I’ll tell you want you want to hear, baby, but . . .” She touched his cheek with her fingertips and it seemed to draw him from the reverie.

“But what?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Oh,” he said, eyes shifting, truly apologetic, hooking an arm over her, holding her waist and easing himself in and out again, bringing a good tickling pleasure.

She said, “Let’s make this about both of us.”

He showed her a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”

“I mean . . . Don’t stop when I’m telling you the good stuff,” she said and laughed, still stroking his face.

He kissed her hand, looking in her eyes. “Tell me what else she said.”

“It was gross, first of all,” she said. “I didn’t want to hear any of it, but Amy was in love with Devlin, and she finally had sex with him.”

“You didn’t want to hear it?”

She shook her head no in vigorous wags. That was true. She hadn’t wanted to hear it, but Amy told her anyway.

“But you heard it?” Josh was smiling, liking his innocent wife being made to suffer the cruelty of hearing detailed talk of sex when she hadn’t done it yet herself. It had made a strange expectation, and it occurred to her now, there had been a measure of disappointment after her first time because it wasn’t how Amy described.

“I heard it. I even plugged my ears, but that made Amy want to tell me even more. It made her laugh.”

“So you’ve always known this?”

She shrugged. “Yeah. You know I know that Devlin’s . . . hung. And you had to know Amy would tell me . . .”

“That’s why you look between his legs when he sits in front of you?”

That seemed like a trap. “No, he’s showing it to me. I’m not looking there on my own, Josh.”

“I know, I know,” he said reassuringly, not wanting to get her out of the mood.

Back on task: “She said she could suck it when he was soft but when he was hard . . .”

Josh’s Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed, eyes bulged, intent on what she told him. “She couldn’t . . . what, she couldn’t . . .?”

She said, “Oh, no, she could, she said . . . Amy was playing it up. I’m sure she could suck it. How big would it be if she couldn’t? She likes to exaggerate.”

“You’ve always known this?”

Matter-of-fact: “She could suck it, Josh. But she couldn’t, you know, go deep like normal. Like it was wide, and it hurt her mouth, she said.”

“Like normal?”

“Like how I can do it with you.” Put the image in his head.

Josh groaned, adjusted his position next to her like he was grossly uncomfortable. The lines in his brow knitted into deep furrows between his eyebrows. “Why are you doing this to me?”

She laughed how she would laugh if she were innocent and just being playful.

“Stop . . .” He laughed too, caressing her chest and looking at her admiringly. “It tickles when you laugh. You’re going to make me come.”

“That doesn’t sound too terrible,” she said, smiling at him, biting her lower lip and wiggling her hips, getting his cock slipping in her canal. He slipped out, and they both tucked his cock back in place. “I can make you come by laughing?”

“Are you messing with me right now? Is this true?”

“About Amy?”

“Are you just doing dirty talk?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I do. I want to know . . .”

“Get on top of me, baby. Let’s just have sex.”

“No, I want to know, Kimmy.”

She leveled her gaze at him. “And I told you I like it deep. So get on top of me.”

She held the look as long as she could, watching his pupils dart over hers, trying to gauge if she was serious or if she was playing or maybe a bit of both. What did he want? All of it seemed to turn his crank, but what was it he really wanted? A tiny fractional slice of her perception—a total conspiracy theorist that espoused craziness with a secret hope of it all being true—dared to suggest Josh wanted her to have sex with Devlin. The whole of her mind rejected this hypothesis out of its sheer looniness, but didn’t totally silence the wild ramblings that bubbled up from the dark-web of her mind. No, because maybe this prophesier with crackpot theories could negotiate a path for what had become a runaway horse leading a carriage of debauchery and infidelity.

At last she smiled a little, releasing his angst and loving the warmth of his relaxing features and the look of affection for her in his eye. “Are you going to put it in me deep?”

Now he smiled too, caressing her legs, withdrawing his erection from her and getting between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers.

When he was over top of her, steadying himself to slide back inside her, she said, “Amy said she’d never felt it so deep.”

Josh barely could control himself, plunging his hardness back inside, arms shaking, moaning and chuffing. She caressed his back, raised her knees so he could get deep.

He groaned, “That’s what she told you?”

She nodded. Amy told her that, and she knew it now too. “She told me he poked her organs.”

“Oh, mm, she did not . . .”

“You know how vulgar she can be.”

“She really said that? Did you believe her?”

She cupped his buttocks and clawed them, helping guide the pace of his thrusts. Josh was bubbling over; his cock passed in and out of her with liquid ease. “You don’t think he would?”

“What?”

When Josh’s eyes met hers, she said, “You don’t think Devlin’s cock would disrupt my organs?”

Josh let out a gibbering gust of guttural appreciation, “Oh, fuck, you’re so evil . . .”

She laughed and pushed him away from her, locking her legs around the backs of his thighs to secure his outrageously hard cock inside her. Then while he watched, she showed him how deep Devlin got inside her again. “You don’t think that huge cock of his would touch the inside of my belly button?” She touched fingertips in a feathery circle around her navel while her husband’s eyes took on the frenzied glaze of a brainwashed martyr.

He thumbed just above her pubic patch, knowing that was the length of his cock inside her, his frightened but hyper-sexualized mind polishing the fear-glaze Devlin and others had baked.

She whispered, “Amy said he fucked her so good—”

Josh’s eyes widened further at her dirtiest words.

“She said her legs shook all night long.”

“Fuck, Kimmy,” he grunted.

“Yeah? Amy told me his cock was so thick it hurt.”

“She did?” Josh thrust faster, and she rolled her hips in circles.

“He made her come like ten times, she told me.”

Josh’s lips thinned and a streamlet of sweat ran a crooked line through his brow furrows then raced to the tip of his nose. His eyes were focused and his gaze hot. He was chasing down his own orgasm and didn’t want to be stopped.

“Do you think Devlin would make me come?”

“Holy fuck, Kimmy, you’re fucking evil.” Those thinned lips twisted to an uneasy smile, and she knew her words were luring his orgasm closer.

“I wonder what it would feel like to get stretched—”

“Mm, fuck, Kimmy!”

“I wonder what it would feel like to take Devlin deep,” she said, watching his eyes through her narrowed lashes, running the fingers from her navel down to her clit, pushing Josh’s hand aside. Josh was too encumbered now by her dirty talk to pleasure her properly, so she would do it herself.

The sweat from his nose dripped, and his hands on her stomach and thigh squeezed and trembled. His thrusts came faster, like he knew he neared the finish line.

“Amy said it was like completely different sex than with any other guy—his cock was so big, his body was so hot, and he did things to her . . .”

Josh’s cheeks billowed outward, and he clamped his line of teeth over his bottom lip. His cheeks blazed red, the veins rose in his shoulders, arms, and neck. It looked like his head might pop before his balls did.

She let out squeaky gasps now in time with his thrusts, closing her eyes and rolling her head on the couch seat like she was lost in rapture thinking of Devlin. But, shit, she was thinking of Devlin. Telling her husband dark truths and feeling good about it, thinking of her illicit lover while her loving husband fucked her, thrumming her clit with two mashed fingers in a buzzing side-to-side, thinking how she knew exactly how it was to get fucked deep with Devlin’s big cock, knew his muscle, his charm, knew all the dirty things Devlin did to her to make her come . . .

Even through her own orgasm that arrived in unison with Josh’s she enforced this cuckold fantasy of Josh’s—when his cock flexed, she rolled her hipbones up and forward, tilted downward her pelvis. The quick change in posture got Josh’s erection flicking upward and outside of her. When it did, she pushed her fingers in the way of re-entry, still rolling them against her sex and pulsing a thick but draggy orgasm, thinking of Josh and Devlin at the same time; love, sex, lust, depravity.

Josh’s cock rammed over the back of her hand, sending out a zigging rope of semen that splashed over her fingers, her pubic hair and onto her stomach. Josh roared with satisfaction pinched by disappointment.

She moaned a sound of her own disappointment in sympathy, mewling small sounds of ecstasy at the same time—this salacious interplay rewarded her with a sick and weird kind of orgasm-pleasure. A deep nauseous feeling in her stomach, a rotten fruit kind of sex-sogginess that caressed knots of aching pleasure on the insides of her hipbones. The orgasm was long and weird and awful but as it waned she wanted it to return, wanted again that terrible no-parachute, rollercoaster stomach-drop feeling that should tell her this was wrong and she was crazy to enjoy.

Josh thrust again and again, mashing his balls into her knuckles, while his cock jiggled and wagged and spit darts of white over her. He growled and groaned and his features twisted with what looked like rage, but she knew—just like how she felt now—was still also pleasure. She knew what he was thinking. Knew by where he was looking: at his own cock sending short streams of semen onto his wife while they talked about his bully’s big cock.

She said, “Devlin would have—Oh, mm, Devlin would have come inside me . . .”

Josh loved the psychic torment, growling deeper, his stomach tightening, his cock rising and falling, still erupting. Weaker now, the semen bubbling from his tip and rolling down the underside of his cock.

She let her fingers slide from her pussy, gliding up to his pearly spread on her stomach. She mushed through the spattered array, all of it below her navel. “Devlin would have come so deep inside me,” she said, the terribleness of the words making her nape hair prickle; the words out in the open were dreadful and humiliating and as soon as she said them she knew it was too far.

But it wasn’t.

Josh groaned again, content, his sleepy eyes narrowing, thrusting his cock over her pussy and watching his shorter cock, knowing his come wouldn’t even spurt as far as Devlin’s dick would sink inside her.