Devil In The Waters, Book 7, Chapter 3

The walk north on the beach from the Cape Ginger steakhouse should have been peaceful. Instead it was filled with dread and the worst dark, twisting of regret he’d ever felt. What had he done? How selfish was he? He and Kimmy were playing a game against Devlin. Devlin had exposed to him in secret that he was onto them. Instead of supporting his teammate, he betrayed her. Let Kimmy go off with Devlin. Maybe he deserved this psychic torture.

The walk was a blur now, at home in the villa, pacing back and forth. He was a terrible husband. It was a dirty trick to play on your wife. And for what? just for his own selfish self interest. He formed a fist, and thumped it lightly on the center of his forehead.

“You’re so fucking selfish, man.”

When it got too much to bear, he would lay on the couch. On his back, one knee up, the other foot on the floor, he would stare at the ceiling and reassure himself that no harm was done. Kimmy wasn’t going to sleep with Devlin. She wouldn’t do that even if it were to please Josh. This was just a game. Yeah, Devlin thought he knew it all, but Devlin would find out he wasn’t as smart as he thought he was.

But what if Devlin said to her, “Josh and I talked and he wants you to do it.”

Just like at Tiffany’s party.

Devlin fucking had talked to him. This was insane.

What if Devlin said to Kimmy, “Josh told me he wants you to do it.”

Yeah, right, Josh, Kimmy’s that stupid. Kimmy would shrug and say Yeah, okay, I guess so. And do what? Lay back and let Devlin have his way with her? Shit, while the idea could drive him into a rage, it was also so fucking arousing. But there was that selfish self-interest again.

Most likely Devlin would say to Kimmy, “I know what you guys are up to.” Say it just like he’d said it to Josh, but not so intimidating.

That was the enlightening thing: after the walk, coming up to the villa as the sun was going down, he realized that whole charade at the table, Devlin putting on the pressure, it was all like high school. He’d just been bullied again. He’d been bullied and didn’t even recognize it. That’s how used he was to being pushed around. It was a natural role, and when a guy like Devlin revved his motor, a guy like Josh was quick to pull aside and let them pass.

If Kimmy found out Josh had let her go off with Devlin even though Devlin said he knew what they were up to, would she be mad at him?

Well, he was going to find out.

Or was he finding out right now?

I bet she’s doing this on purpose.

The hot tub had been running. Up until fifteen minutes ago when he shut it off. The champagne he pulled from the fridge and put in the bucket with ice, now sloshed in a bath of cooling water now.

Kimmy’d been gone for way more than twenty minutes. The sun set half an hour ago.

He checked his watch. She’d been gone an hour. It had been an hour since they left Cape Ginger.

I’ll only be twenty minutes, we can watch the sun go down together.

Either Devlin had convinced her to get in his bed or she was mad at him right now and was making him suffer.

Unless . . .

There was always the unless. The greatest hope he had right now was Devlin had said nothing to Kimmy. Devlin knew as much as Kimmy joked around tonight, there’d be no way he’d get her in his bed. That would be a much longer project that would take many weeks for him to accomplish. Kimmy would be a tough nut to crack.

And if she were to crack, Jesus, it would likely be Josh’s fault. Her doing it for his sake.

Still, the hope was Devlin said nothing, and Kimmy was taking her time getting home. Maybe she would linger with Devlin, stay around and talk to run the clock down. Then she’d take the long way home, maybe stop in somewhere and pick up some supplies, whistling as she walked down the aisles knowing her husband was at home climbing the fucking walls like a madman.

The thunk outside of a car door had him leaping from the couch. He trotted on his toes to the front window and parted the curtain. It wasn’t Kimmy. No car out front of the villa. Lights flicked on two villas down. Someone else coming home. Some responsible couple behaving like adults.

He and his wife were here in Cayman playing kinky games like the childless juvenile couple they were.

But Kimmy wasn’t juvenile. Kimmy wasn’t like him. Kimmy was mature. So maybe this wasn’t a game. Maybe this was real. It looked like a game because it was playful, but deep down Kimmy enjoyed this. Did she enjoy pleasing per partner, or did she enjoy the thrill of imagining a tryst with Devlin?

You were the one who put it in her head.

This wasn’t fun and games. This was torture.

He lay on the couch again, forearm across his eyes to shield the light, and gritted his teeth.

***

Another thump outside had him jumping out of the couch and his sleepless reverie. This time instead of trotting he crept near the window and peeked outside. The BMW was in the driveway, the dome light on, illuminating Kimmy getting out. She was alone, no Devlin, still wearing her black tank top that showed off her nipples.

How the fuck had he let her out of the house in a top like that. His wife had gone braless out to dinner with Devlin. This fucking game had one way too far.

But God damn it, he was hungry for it. His heart pounded in anticipation of the lies he knew would stream from those sultry, pouted lips of hers. The words would seep into him like delicious poison and he wouldn’t know whether to believe them.

It had been an hour and twenty minutes since he’d let her leave the steakhouse with Devlin. An hour and twenty minutes was a long time. Long enough to fuck. Long enough to shower even, to hide the smell of sex. Seeing her rise out of the BMW and close the door all he wanted was to get her down on the bed and inspect her pussy.

What the fuck was that kind of thought?

Where had their love life ended up?

This was perversion times ten. He got rock hard thinking about it. Rock hard thinking of her reluctantly opening her legs so her husband could examine her vagina, looking for evidence another man had fucked her.

Kimmy wasn’t even at the front door yet and his sleeping shorts were tented out. His cock throbbed with his thundering heartbeat.

When her silhouette filled the window by the door he stepped back into the darkness and waited. Soon the door opened and she stepped inside to the dark.

He said, “Don’t touch the lights.”

He saw her angle her head and knew she smiled. Blood pumped through him as if he’d sprinted. His heart pounded, his temples throbbed. In his shorts, his cock flexed and released, and flexed again. Electricity zipped through him; he felt alive and all-seeing. As much as he wanted the light on so he could see her beautiful face, the darkness served as a shroud for the lustiest thoughts he could imagine.

I want to check that pussy.

“You’re late,” he said.

Kimmy flicked on the light, and he almost hissed like a vampire.

In the lit foyer now, she studied him and he covered his erection. The glare of the light embarrassed him, and he stood with hands clutched between his legs, while his beautiful wife eyed him up and down.

He watched her pink tongue slip past her perfect lips and wet her vermillion, then her white teeth clenched her plump lower lip. A look of guilt. He stiffened further.

He said, “What happened to you?”

She was too confident. A tidal wave of disappointment washed over him. He’d pictured demanding she spread her legs so he could examine her, but it was washed away. Kimmy was in control.

She said, “I lost track of time.”

“Lost track of time,” he said, scoffing, but still his heart thumping in wariness for what she would tease him with. She was home. She was safe. She hadn’t cheated on him, but she would say she had.

“I lost track of time, Josh.”

He scoffed again. “Doing what?”

“Am I late?”

Way too confident, standing in their front hall in complete command of his male hormones. She stood with her slight top, braless, her little titties thrust out against the fabric begging to be sucked. And he was her man, and he would suck them.

“What kind of excuse could you possibly have?” he said, reeling at the reality that this was his life, and this was the amazing woman he’d married.

“He wanted to have a drink with me,” she said and took a step nearer.

“You missed the sunset. Treat me like a fucking asshole, sitting here by myself waiting for you with the hot tub running.”

She stood now in front of him, unbothered by his aggravation. And, holy fuck, it was turning him on. His cock was ready to shoot into orbit, and the best thing was Kimmy knew that and wanted it as well. He could already tell, despite his angst, she was ready to make this all about him.

“Is the hot tub running?”

“It’s off now. It’s late.”

“I told you to have it running when I got home.”

“I did, but you never came home.”

“I’m home now,” she said, brow lowering.

“I was supposed to keep it running forever?”

She slunk closer to him, and her sensuality was undeniable. She whispered, “I wanted to get in the tub with you.”

Defiant, he said, “And I wanted you home before the sun set.”

“I’m here now,” she said. An unacceptable answer.

“You are,” he said. “Why are you late?”

“Time slipped away,” she said, unperturbed.

He whispered, “Slipped away, how?”

“We got to talking.”

He looked at her revealing top. “Your boss practically saw your tits.”

She chuckled. “He saw my tits, Josh.” Unabashed, unafraid. Her lack of fear frightened him.

Out of the blue he said the most crass thing he could imagine: “I bet he came in his pants.” Then: “Sorry.”

“Sorry about what?”

“Being so crude.”

She looked down at her top. “You think these little things would make him come?”

In a firm and demanding tone, he said, “Show me them.”

Kimmy was quick to oblige. She tugged down one side of her top and exposed the hardened bud of a nipple. “Be crude with me, Josh. Devlin sure was.”

The mention of Devlin’s name burned in him, and his hands clenched in fists at his sides.

The feeling was intense. Incredible.

Now she said, “And I’m going to be crude with you.”

He flexed his fists again, staring into her eyes. She smiled, and he couldn’t help smiling too. They both straightened their faces. Laughing now would ruin this. He did his best to look imposing. Assuming the role of a possessive husband. Standing in a hall in a rented villa in the Caribbean—a place he could never have imagined he’d be. In a situation he never imagined he could handle. But he was handling it. And more, he was enjoying it. Enjoying it with his wife.

Now Kimmy turned her side to him, leaned her back next to the mango-painted wall beside the louvered doors of the closet. She turned her face to him, and bit her lower lip again.

He approached her, faced her. She looked in his eyes. He put his hands on the wall on either side of her head and got very close to her. “I want to know what my wife was doing with another man for an hour and a half.”

“We were just talking,” she said, defiance in her tone.

He looked down to the spaghetti strap of her black top hanging near her elbow. Her nipple had condensed to a hard brown stone.

He looked in her eyes. “Did you fuck him?”

“Of course not,” she said.

“Then what were you doing for so long?”

“Talking. I told you we were talking.”

He licked his lower lip, sucked on it, fighting the urge to kiss her and fuck her right here in the hall. It was a strong urge, but then this amazing experience would be over.

“I ran the hot tub. I had champagne waiting. Good champagne, I think.”

“Devlin has excellent taste.” She said it stone-faced, but there was humor in the statement.

He flashed a smile, then corrected himself. Returned his face to a stern and angry expression. “You’re my wife. I don’t like you out with him.”

She writhed against the wall, and said, “Possessive Josh. I think I like Possessive Josh.” She tilted her chin toward him and it took everything he had not to kiss her.

He said, “Can’t you see how crazy that would make me?”

She bit her lower lip again, and gave him a sly look. Then, a momentary break in their game: She raised both hands to his neck, ran her long thumbs on his jaw. She said, “You get one night like this. Make it worth it. Get it out of your system.”

It was the opening he wanted. He said, “Show me your little pussy. I want to check to see if you’ve been fucked.” And he couldn’t believe the vulgar words that had just come out of his mouth. And wilder still was his timid and sweet Kimmy’s reaction. Her eyelashes fluttered like the words had turned her on. Her hands slipped from his neck, her nails dragging on his chest for a moment. Back still pressed to the wall, she looked down.

He said, “Take off your panties.”

It was like she didn’t hear him. Her eyes stayed downturned, then she raised her face to his. “I’m not wearing any,” she said.

His heart double-thudded in his chest and his knees went weak. “Not wearing any?”

She shook her head no.

“Did you wear panties to the restaurant?”

She shrugged. It drove him insane. The mystery. The What if. Why was she so late? Why wasn’t she wearing panties? Maybe they just talked. Maybe she hadn’t been wearing panties all night. But in that skirt . . .?

He said, “I’m going to run that hot tub. You’re going to get in, you’re going to sit on the edge and show me. Prove to me that you are faithful.”

Her breaths came quicker and her eyes fluttered again. She said, “Check me now.”

“You want to be close to the front door. When I find out he fucked you, it’s a short trip to the vehicle when I kick your skinny ass out of here.”

She flashed a smile. Another momentary break in their game. But he wasn’t trying to be funny.

She said, “If you want to check me. Get on your knees.”

“I don’t get on my knees.”

“I don’t accept demands to have my pussy inspected. Get on your knees. Or I’ll walk out of here. It’s an insult what you’re asking me.”

He chuckled, and she showed the slightest smile again. Fuck it. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.

Then he kissed her neck and her collar, lowering. Pausing to suckle on the exposed nipple. Then he got on his knees before her. She widened her stance, and looked down on him.

He took the hem of her light skirt and slowly worked it up her toned thighs. Bit by bit, until the thatch of her pubic hair was exposed. He raised the hem higher, and in the hallway light could see her vulva exposed to him, her tawny mound furred with sparse black pubic hair, a wriggled split of brownish sex flesh. His stomach quivered with butterflies. He closed his eyes and bit at the flesh of her inner thigh. She gasped and sighed and her nails went through his hair. He kissed and bit his way to her center seam, her pubic hair tickling at his nose. He kissed her there, at her commissure.

She smelled of sex.

He kissed her there again, and said, “I think you fucked him.”

“Don’t be crazy, Josh,” she whispered, and when he looked up saw her chest heaving with excited breath.

“I think you did,” he said. “You smell like sex.”

“That’s impossible,” she said, and scratched his scalp with her nails. He moved his hands closer between her legs till his thumbs pressed into her split and separated it, folding back the wings of her opening. He looked at the twisted pink yoke of her vagina. Imagined the insanity of seeing semen pool in those beautiful folds. “You’re stretched,” he said, though he didn’t believe it.

“Josh, if I fucked him . . .”

“Say it.”

“I don’t think I could walk after that.”

His cock twitched and throbbed, and he felt the propulsion of lubrication through his shaft.

“His penis is so big,” she said.

He groaned, then dove his mouth forward and fully engulfed that small, narrow opening of hers. Pressed his tongue into her canal, used his mouth to put pressure on the bulb of her clit. She tasted of salt. Tasted of sex. She’d been worked up by their game. Worked up into a wild arousal. He moaned and groaned as he ate her out. His breath snorted through her pubic hair, and soon Kimmy was gyrating her hips and thrusting her sex into his tongue. She began to gasp and squeak above him, and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and her thighs trembled. He sucked her harder. Sucked and pushed his tongue as deep into her as it would go.

She began to sing soft, tremulous sounds, and then pulled tight the grip on his hair until it hurt. She gasped, “I’m gonna come . . . I’m gonna come, Josh, don’t stop . . .”

His heart beat loud drums in his ears, and he reached his hands around to grab her small, round buttocks. He grabbed them hard and shoved his tongue deeper. His middle finger went into the split of her ass, and he pushed it against her sphincter. She cried out. Her hands lashed from his hair and beat fists against the wall. She cried and cried. And then she came. Came so beautiful he couldn’t even believe it.

He spread his tongue wide and lapped against her as her weight sagged against the wall, her legs going out wider, her knees jellying. And then the tinkle of her arousal on his nose and his forehead. He looked up, eyelashes fluttering as her spritzing continued, and he watched her face twist as long as he could while she came and came again.

When at last she was done, he worked the point of his tongue in gentle strokes against her engorged split. The strength in her legs returned and she looked down, caressed his hair and said, “Did you taste him? Did you taste Devlin’s huge cock?”