Devil In The Waters, Book 7, Chapter 5

He reeled, but Kimmy pursued him. His expression was ratcheted open in loose disdain, as if his wife just told him she liked to eat vomit or she watched snuff videos.

Craziest thing was what she’d just confessed was an awful admission on the same level as the others, it was just something that thrilled him to hear. And Kimmy had felt encouraged to reveal. He recoiled not from Kimmy, but from his own shocking perversity.

She sat up, reaching for him—and in that second he saw a flip away of her gaze, like a mother with an irritable child on the edge of a tantrum. That’s what he was. Hurt by her words he recoiled, and at the touch of pain he sought to lash out. Or maybe throw up a shield.

Though Kimmy only showed concern in her features now, he knew it masked the sheer endurance it was taking trying to figure out what the fuck turned her husband on and if any of this was worth it for her.

And he laughed. Laughed at himself, at the ridiculous situation. In the Caribbean. With the woman he loved. Playing dirty games with her. He turned his face away and palmed it, groaning into his hand. Kimmy had pursued him all the way to the other side of the couch where he recoiled. Why would he want to hurt her? Why would he want to hurt her feelings when all she was doing was fucking entertaining him?

“What is it?” she said, and the hesitant glee in her voice instantly made him feel better. That was what he needed more than anything right now, and definitely a much better option than a fight—especially when he was naked and erect.

She’d chased after him worried she’d done something wrong, and now his laughter had her hoping she’d done something right. And the truth was she had.

Face still shielded, he said, “That one got me.”

A soft chuckle. “It did?”

“Got me pretty good,” he said, and shifted aside his hand, peeping at her hovering above him, a faint smile soothing the otherwise worried pinch to her features. Smiling at her eased the embarrassment of his weak reaction to her admission. But it still hurt.

Now Kimmy pried his hand away from his face. Her fingers were hot and feverish. A moment ago she’d been fucking him while his thrusts grew weak and impotent over hearing what he truly wanted her to tell him. Kimmy was horny. She liked this game.

Don’t ruin it.

He chuckled and groaned a sound of wounding. “They’ve all been good, but, wow, that . . . really got me.”

“Got you good?”

He decided to be honest. “I’m not sure. But I think so.”

He opened his posture to her, rolling to lay his back flat on the couch seat, shimmying his legs so he could get under Kimmy. Proof of how well that revelation wound his crank: His cock was crowbar straight and bursting. It barely wagged it was so stiff, right down to his butthole. It felt good to expose himself to her after such a psychic blast, to open his arms out and bare his chest and throat to her when she made him feel so vulnerable. He loved her and trusted her, and she was far more than a guy like him ever deserved.

“You ready for more?” Now is wife saw him this way, it was like she knew he was putty in her hand. And there was no denying there was an aspect to this play that she enjoyed. Was it the control? the taboo, the dirtiness? Did she like fantasizing about Devlin? Did it give her license to put her sexy boss in her sexual consideration? What was the harm, anyway? Devlin was hot. An asshole, but hot. Rich, too. And hung. And he’d purposely showed that impressive manhood to his lawyer today.

Admit it: you fucking love it.

Kimmy straddled him, face overtop of his, her silky black waves hanging around his face. He’d waited an hour for her to come home. She’d done it on purpose. What did she do for an hour while she knew she was tormenting him? Did she really have drinks with Devlin? He didn’t think it was likely. Did she go sit by the beach parked in her car?

He said, “Give it to me,” and showed her a brave face.

Her eyes stayed on his as she adjusted her position, reached between them and angled his cock. She smiled, said, “You’re really big right now.”

A compliment. And she meant it. And yes, he couldn’t possibly be harder.

The truth had done that. The truth hit him ten times harder than fantasy. She could play around with him and say awful, dreadful things a husband should never want to hear from his wife, but no matter how grandiose her kinky claims could be, a sliver of nasty truth showing in her white wall of innocence was somehow a multitude more powerful.

He locked eyes as she settled his hard tip into her opening then steadied herself with palms on his chest as she sank him inside her. His eyes fluttered, but didn’t close.

When she settled in his lap with every inch he had inside her tightness they both began to rock their hips and their breaths grew slow and heavy. She felt so hot and luxurious on her insides. But the truth of her confession had his focus now, and as much fun as it would be to think of Devlin fucking her, Devlin’s huge cock inside this tight slick space, all he wanted to know was the actual aberrant thoughts his Kimmy might have.

So he wanted to set her on that path. “Tell me that’s true.”

“What’s true?”

“You can tell what days he didn’t put on underwear.”

Kimmy’s mouth hung open while she panted. Everything he read on her face now was reluctant, hesitant.

“That’s what I really want to hear, Kimmy. You do check him out?”

“He told you that?”

“He’s taunting me. I can take it. I’m a big boy.” With that he pulsed his hips, getting her lifting up a little and forcing another millimeter of the best erection he would ever garner into her.

“It’s not bad, Josh,” she whispered.

“Tell me the truth, Kimmy. I mean it. It’s what’s making me so hard right now.” His tone was soothing and compassionate. He didn’t want her to think he was setting her up, laying a trap so he could win a point against her. That would serve no purpose and she didn’t deserve a juvenile husband who couldn’t manage his own kink. He put his hands over hers where they were flat on his chest. He stroked his thumbs on her thin wrists.

“It’s not bad,” she repeated.

“I don’t think it’s bad,” he reassured her, working his hips in protracted gyrations.

When she still said no more (how things changed when she had to utter truth instead of rambled fantasy), he said, “What’s different on those days?”

Her mouth opened and closed. Her hips rocked. It felt so good and sticky inside her. Kimmy riding him slow while he was this hard was the most exquisite feeling, and he wished it could last for hours.

“I don’t check him out.”

“But you know when he’s not wearing underwear . . .”

She nodded and a sweet liquid thrill raced up his back light freezing cold silver lighting. His heart raced and he began to chuckle breathily.

“Don’t, Josh,” she said and looked away like she was embarrassed. He wanted to come inside her right now so bad. For this whole weekend she’d been the tigress who had his balls in her grip, her hot hunky boss lurking around, then showing up here and having dinner with them. He’d been struggling with the dynamics to be second most important in the group, and his wife had helped him toy with the dynamics that twisted a dark sexual part of him. But right here, right now, chasing this truth out of her showed off how the Kimmy-in-charge was a fabrication. Now when she had to be honest she’d been reduced to the sweet college-Kimmy who liked to wear sweatshirts and watch K-dramas.

“Tell me, Kimmy,” he urged. “You look?”

“Not on purpose, Josh.”

“How then?”

“Sometimes you can’t miss it.”

He squeezed his butt muscles and lifted her right off the couch again, biting his lower lip and showing her a face that showed he liked this. Kimmy made a soft squeal of delight. He caressed her hands, saying, “What do you mean?”

“I don’t check him out, but sometimes it’s like he . . . presents it.”

“And you look?”

“Like I said, I can’t not see it.”

“You’re looking there.”

“Stop, Josh,” she laughed and hid her face again.

“Kimmy, Kimmy, wait, come on, this is it, this is perfect. This is what I really want to hear. You asked me so you would do it right. This is it.”

“It is?” Her eyes went to black lines as she scrunched up her nose.

“Come on, be a sport. I swear . . .”

She sagged against him, her hands slipping off his chest as she lowered then and hugged his head. She kissed his neck and he rubbed his hands on her smooth lean back.

“I’m not looking, but I can see it sometimes. I think I can . . .”

“You think?”

She raised her head up, her face just inches above him. “I don’t know what it is I’m looking at.”

He frowned to show incomprehension.

She sighed at how difficult it was for her to express. “I don’t know what’s a ball . . . and what’s . . .”

“Oh wow, a ball and what . . .?”

More cute feature scrunching. “And like maybe the . . . head part.”

Again his heart raced quicker and he drew in a deep breath. “You look that hard?”

“No,” she said, almost laughing.

“Tell me.”

She settled, forced herself to relax, got her hands on his chest again, her weight getting his hard cock right inside her deep. Her face showed she liked the depth a moment, then she got back to task. “There’s just a bulge, and I’ve never seen his penis or anything, but I can see— Okay, on days he doesn’t wear underwear it’s not a bulge, it, like, hangs down his pant leg and when he sits it squashes against his pants. I don’t know if its his balls or his penis.” She showed him a steady So there you have it expression, her scrunched mouth twisted to one side.

It was perfect, but he held back the gushing, instead pushing his hands down on where her thighs met her hips and shoving his cock into he deep, raising her up. She moaned a quick sound of pleasure. Kimmy liked it deep.

“You like it deep, huh?”

She nodded in quick jabs and bit her lower lip.

“Devlin’s caught you looking—”

“I register it, I’m not looking at it.” She scowled though her eyes were closed.

“He loves you checking it out.”

She whined, “What did he say to you?”

“He’s just taunting me.”

“Josh, did he really say that to you?”

“Never mind, Kimmy.”

“No, really, it’s important. He’s my boss.”

“He’s more than your boss and you know it.”

That startled her a bit and brought her out of her lustful reverie, getting her eyes to focus on him. “What do you mean?”

“He hired you because he knows you from school. He thinks you’re hot and he wants to see you every day. This is second to the fact that he knows you’re a top notch lawyer and worth every penny. But we both know he gets a kick out of me being your husband and don’t tell me he doesn’t want to fuck you.”

“Josh,” she said, offended but playful. “Don’t you want to hear what I did when I dropped him off?”

“I think this truth is way hotter than anything you can make up . . .”