Devil In The Waters, Book 7, Chapter 6

Josh’s lust for the truth revealed a certain aspect of his own truth. The biggest fantasy she could conjure paled next to the smallest truth. And what did that mean?

To her it meant one thing: her husband’s kink was entrenched and she was probably only seeing its surface.

He reared up from his cowering spot on the corner of the couch and she moved rearward, back to where they’d began. Drawing him to her, Josh pursuing, chasing after the source of his wellspring of sexual fulfillment. She was the source from which the timid deer of Josh’s psyche would come to lap.

She whispered, “You like that?” Got on her back, let her husband assume his dominant position. She’d flashed to him the thing he wanted, and now that he knew what she could deliver, she’d riled her husband’s hidden inner predator. He felt safe with her, and secure enough to fluff up his masculinity and wear it proudly. Something he feared to do when he was in Devlin’s presence. Or some other Devlin-like men, too—she’d seen it before and never thought of it until Devlin’s talk of power that night she’d finally submitted to him. There in the luxurious cocktail lounge belly of the beast where she’d committed her carnal sin, Devlin had laid out to her Josh’s self-defeating prophecies and his magnetic pull of the strong-willed. His weakness—no, not weakness, that was unfair and cruel; timidity—drew other’s verdant power to fill the vacuum of Josh’s bleached desert. But Josh had a spark. She’d seen it. He’d showed it. He’d stood up to his tormentor. Done it right in front of her. And today, stripping down in front of Devlin and revealing his smaller cock and not caring. That Josh excited her. made her happy. Why? Easy, because she loved him and his happiness was her happiness.

“Do I like my slutty wife checking out her boss’s package?” He smiled and watched through narrow eyes. Between his crouched legs his cock stuck out ramrod straight. That was exciting too.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“”Cause you’re thinking of your boss’s package?”

He wanted truth. “I’m thinking how I like your dick this hard.” She reached down and gripped it underhanded, stroked right to his base till the ring of her thumb and index finger pushed into his pubic patch and squashed his balls. He was harder than ever. His cock was hot and steely, the skin stretched till it shone. It was wet from her, but as she squeezed and pushed, a long stream of his pre-come spewed and fell on her thigh. It was such a turn on. It turned her on so much to see him this hard, to know some dark sliver of her husband might be roused by his wife’s badness. Even when he thought she only fantasized for his benefit, he was turned on, but when he thought she checked out Devlin’s dick in his pants, he turned into a bawdy demon.

Josh tucked his chin down to look at her grip on his cock. he was over her on hands and knees, she was on her back. She kissed the top of his head and gave his dick a few short strokes.

For the moment, he was aroused by her comments on his hardness and dirty talk from her mouth. In her hand was a penis she loved but was truly maybe half the size of his bully’s. Would dirty fantasy talk be worth it, or was there a bigger play? One that would make both their lives better.

“You’ve never felt this big before,” she whispered, now stroking his dick lovingly and making him shudder.

His face returned to hers, a look of satisfaction there, enjoying the way she played his game.

“You like it bigger?”

The truth. “I like it bigger.”

“Am I big enough for you?” He began to curl his hips, humping his cock through her closed hand. She worked with him.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe not?”

“You satisfy me.”

He showed an amused shocked expression—not offended or hurt, thinking she was playing along. “Did I go deeper?”

She nodded and smiled, still stroking.

“Kimmy likes it deep.”

She said, “Kimmy does.”

“But if that’s true . . .”

Did he really want to go there? “Then . . .?”

Still humping her grip with his steely rod, he said, “Maybe deeper would satisfy you more.”

Now she showed a comical shocked expression. She chastised him in a gentle sing-song: “Jo-osh.” His cock flexed and more shining pre-come drizzled to her naked thigh. She aimed his tip to her sex and showed him a needy face. “I want you so bad right now.”

“Because it’s so big and hard?” His voice was an airy whisper, and his mouth came near hers, but diverted to the side of her neck and kissing her just below her ear, suckling and biting. Her nipples tightened hard.

She whispered back: “I want it big and hard, Josh.”

He chuckled happily, positioning himself at last between her legs.

Low, he said, “How deep do you like it?”

“Real deep,” she said. And she did.

That got his cock flexing again, and she looked between them to see it leaking onto her stomach. She let go his erection and touched a finger to the slick spot on her skin and ran circles on her own stomach. Josh looked between them to see what she was doing.

She said, “I want it this deep,” and showed him just below her navel with a slippery fingertip. Right about where she felt Devlin’s cock head when she was wet and worked in. “That’s how deep I want it.”

Then Josh—who clearly enjoyed this erotic demonstration of the depth where she liked getting fucked—rolled his hips a quarter turn and pressed the base of his erection against the split of her sex, making a soft sticky crackle.

He pressed his erection to lay on the flat of her belly and said, “I don’t think I can get that deep.”

She looked to his cock, about three or four inches short of his bully’s big cock. “I know who could get that deep.” Again not a lie. A truth.

“Oh, fuck, Kimmy,” he groaned, reared back his butt, pushed his fingertips to guide his iron member into her pussy and drove it slowly inside her. He was hard enough to hurt for a second.

“Oh, wow, Josh, mm, you feel so good.” She caressed his chest, his neck, then cupped a cheek. “Kiss me.”

His mouth met hers and she gripped the back of his neck, kissed him hungrily while holding him in place. Down below they both humped against each other and his cock felt amazing right now.

She broke the kiss, said, “I’m only going to let you fuck me when you’re this hard, baby.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem, just . . .”

“Check out Devlin’s big cock at work every day?”

Josh uttered a squeezed groan like she’d plopped his balls into a vice and spun the lever. The reaction got her so crazy hot that her own canal gripped his cock tight and rippled its grip. “Oh, fuck, Kimmy. I can’t believe you do that.”

“I don’t. But now I will.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“You can’t stop me.”

Josh’s pace quickened and she put a hand on his hip to slow him. “Easy, slow, baby. I want this to last.”

“Me too,” he muttered, controlled his thrusts again, looked between them, watched his cock going in and out of her. He shifted back, got over her, did an awkward move to wrangle her leg, lift it and twist er hips so he could get beside her while she lay on her back. Both her legs were over his hip and thigh.

“Show me where you want it,” he said.

With her fingertip, she showed him again the depth Devlin got inside her. On top of the wild and incredible sexual thrill that was happening right now, there was a liberation to the act. This was true. This was where it felt like Devlin’s cock reached. She was telling him. Telling her husband and her husband was legitimately getting off on it.

“No one can get that deep,” Josh said playfully.

“Oh yeah?” Devlin was the implication.

Josh asked, “And where am I?”

She stroked her fingers lower, just above her pubic patch. “Down here somewhere.”

“Not even close.”

“You feel good, Josh, you feel amazing.”

“You’re only going to fuck me when I can get this hard.”

“For sure.”

“You know how to get me this hard,” he said.

“I do,” she chuckled. Josh wanted this for more than just one night. That was where his words were seeking to direct her. Encouraging her to play along, get in the game with him; if you like my dick this hard, you should play my kinky game with me all the time.

If she played the game, it would only be because Josh begged her to do it. And he would beg her.

The both watched his cock slipping in and out of her. Josh was rigid and she sucked her lips between her teeth, biting them, letting off little squeaks now to turn him on.

His mouth went to her nipple and she stroked his hair.

This was the proudest—the strongest—she’d sensed from Josh since this whole thing began after she’d messed around with Devlin at the high school reunion. And maybe in a way it was the strongest she’d ever seen him. Not that he was weak—she didn’t think he was a weak man, not at all. Just he feared the application of his strength. Did Devlin rob her husband of that when her husband was just a boy?

It seemed like it. The events since the end of summer seemed to tap a spike into the hurting tributary one could trace right back to its origin. That origin was Devlin.

Josh internalized his fear of Devlin, normalized it, despite knowing inwardly—even at this adult age—he doesn’t have to. But in normalizing his fear of Devlin Josh gave Devin authority.

If Josh confronted Devlin on Devlin’s terms, he wouldn’t win. In fact, wouldn’t he make Devlin stronger? Devlin—who’s convinced he’s right—would see Josh’s weak reprisal as proof that Josh is weak, just as Devlin always maintained. And would Josh gain respect or power? No. His effort would be wasted, and he’d only achieve the temporary illusion of power. He wouldn’t assume power over Devlin, only borrow it. Borrow as much as Devlin was amused enough to lend. And when hit was depleted toward nothing? Josh would be rendered more helpless than before.

She cupped Josh’s jawline and raised his face to look at her. She kissed him. She said, “You want me to check out his cock at work, you want me to do that?”

Josh nibbled on her lower lip, closed his eyes and nodded.

She said, “I saw it today, I’m going to know what’s his cock and whats his balls.”

“Fuck, Kimmy . . .”

“You like that? You like me knowing what my boss’s penis looks like?”

“I hate it.” He hissed the words through clenched teeth,

“He showed it to me, Josh. He’s really proud of that thing.”

“Fucking asshole.”

“I guess he’s wanted me to see it for a long time, the way he sits at work, making it bulge out the fabric right in front of my face.”

It was getting too much for Josh. He loved this. His thrusts came quicker and he was spewing his lube inside her. The sound of their mating grew wet and flatulent.

“Slow, Josh, slow,” she whispered, pushing her thighs down to ease away from his thrusts. His shorter cock plopped free and he had to push it in again with his fingers.

“That’s better,” she whispered. “You like this game?”

“Fuck, yes,” he said emphatically and she chuckled.

“Me, too. . . . Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“Want me to look at it again?”

“No way, mm,” he said, grunting and stabbing inside her.

“You do,” she said and thumbed his earlobe.

They kissed again and she thought of dropping it. But the sex was hot, the sex was good. And there was a play toy between them. One she could use. Use hard. Devlin fucked her so good she didn’t want to lose him. And somewhere in Josh’s cobweb psyche there was a lever she was sure she could throw that would get him to ask her to fuck Devlin.

“No fucking way,” he said, mad, all-male. She liked it.

“I already saw it, baby. The damage is done.”

“What are you saying?” His voice was tight but still on the edge of humor. Thinking this was part of the game. And it was.

“Look how hot it gets you.” She kissed his chin.

“You just want my cock this hard.”

“Am I that selfish?” She smiled.

“Are you?”

She shook her head no. “His penis was kind of weird, really, but maybe if I took another look at it you’d get hot.”

“I don’t,” he said chuckling, trying to look away.

“Hey,” she said, chasing after him, making him look at her. “You know it does, and I think that is fucking hot.”

“It’s you who makes me hot.” He was serious.

“So next time, Josh, that Devlin shoves that big bulge in my face, what if . . .”

Josh’s thrusts came faster and this time she didn’t stop him.

His breath came in quick chuffs; she had him on the edge of his seat. “What if, what if what? . . .”

“I ask him to take it out and show me.”

“Oh god,” Josh moaned and began to squirm against her. Her insides flooded with more pre-come.

“You like that? Should I do that?”