Devil In The Waters, Book 6, Chapter 8 (part 2)

For more than a full minute he stood in the kitchen listening to the pounding of his own heartbeat, wide eyes staring at the last place he’d seen his wife—walking from the kitchen to the sliding glass door. That perfect ass, that beautiful bare body on display . . . As the shock wore off, he was flooded with a strange sense of power. A gift from Kimmy.

He chuckled and groaned into his palms then held the back of his neck trying to comprehend what the hell was happening here, and how it came to be. How did it come to be? You have an amazing wife who gets you completely—anxious parts of you hidden so deep inside that you couldn’t even see them though you knew they were there somewhere lurking in the shadows. “Ha, ha,” he chuckled, “oh, my God, fucking Kimmy Chang . . .”

Somehow, despite the awfulness of the day, there was a smile on his face. Five minutes ago his high school bully—his wife’s boss—had taken his trunks off to swim naked in the sea. He’d displayed his impressive penis and Kimmy had looked at it. She looked at her boss’s penis for her husband’s sake.

He tugged up the front of his swimsuit to cover his erection, but palmed it over the satiny front. “Oh, my God,” he sighed again, stroking himself. The gift was too huge to comprehend; it had left him bewildered.

But then, everything was thrust into gear, and he was jumping off the counter where he leaned. Kimmy was down at the beach. Kimmy was down there without him. Devlin was down there completely naked. Swimming. Without Josh nearby, Devlin would definitely come out of the water and swing that big thing around, flaunting it like he used to flaunt it in the shower room. Only, instead of intimidating his locker room brethren, he would be enticing another man’s wife. Letting her know what her husband did not have.

His stomach tightened hard enough to make him double over and squat down on the kitchen floor. But instead of fear he felt lust. There was a party down at the water and he was up here missing it.

“Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy,” he groaned as he stood, still bewildered, mind racing.

Then in a flash he was moving. Going to the fridge—changing his mind and darting to the liquor cabinet.

He didn’t come up to the villa to escape. He didn’t come up here to hide or cower away from fearsome Devlin, masculine well-hung Devlin. No, he wasn’t that coward anymore. This wasn’t high school.

He swiped up the crystal decanter of single malt, went to the cupboard and brought down a clean glass. Towel still around his shoulders covering the bulge in his swim trunks, he was out the back door, sliding it closed, and walking quick on the balls of his feet to the trail down to the shore.

What would he find? Devlin strutting around the beach with that donkey dick flopping around? Kimmy sitting in her lounger and looking at it unabashedly? Maybe even Kimmy handling it? Saying: Bring it here, let me get a good look . . .

His heartbeat pounded in his cock, and he grunted at the psychic pain that ridiculous image brought. But it got him moving quicker. And when he arrived down at the water, in contrast to his fantasies, the scene he discovered wasn’t quite so exciting. But tell that to his racing heartbeat and thundering erection.

Devlin was still in the water, waves lapping around his hips. Naked under there. Showing off the shining gleam on his bulging muscles and his tight, muscled midsection. Talking to Kimmy, Kimmy standing at shore with her rum and Coke in her hand. She turned to regard him over her shoulder, her face hidden from Devlin so she could show Josh a devilish smile.

“There he is,” she said.

And Josh got in character. “Hey, Devlin,” he said, hoisting up the decanter to show his wife’s boss. “Stay for another drink.” He set down the whisky and the glass on the arm of a lounger.

“You trying to get me drunk, Josh?” Devlin called out from the water

“You think I’m trying to get my way with you?” he said, standing confidently with his hands on his hips. He didn’t possess what Devlin had. He didn’t have that fantastic body, that impressive build, or anything like what that dong he had between his legs. There was one thing he did possess that Devlin didn’t own. This amazing woman standing on shore with him.

Kimmy said to him: “That was nice, Josh.”

Josh said, “It’s here if you like it,” then turned his back to Devlin like he didn’t matter.

Kimmy said, “Do you want to get in the water now?”

“I do feel like a swim,” he said.

She moved the cocktail to her mouth, almost sipped, then moved it down so he could see her lips. She whispered, “Are you going to wear your trunks?”

Bah-da-dump.

Kimmy didn’t say it to him in the kitchen. But that was it there. Stand up to him. Don’t let him win. I’m yours . . .

“Am I?”

She scowled like she didn’t like his timidity. “Are you?”

She rolled her eyes, turned away and set her drink on the lounger.

He said, “Not when it’s so private.”

Kimmy turned and gave him a sly face. His vision went white and hazy. What was he going to do, take his pants off right here? Was that what she wanted?

“What do you want to do, Josh?”

I want to stick it to Devlin the way you want me to stick it to Devlin. He doesn’t own me. He doesn’t control me. I’ve seen his dick a hundred times, and he’s seen mine. Does it matter?

What if he makes fun of it in front of Kimmy? What if he calls you Double-A?

Would that be so bad?

It would be life ending.

But would it?

He didn’t know. And now he was frozen, standing with a blank expression on the shore when he was supposed to be going swimming.

Would it be so terrible?

A smile began on his face as he could see the power of what Kimmy was gifting him. Could see his wife leading a path out of his dark tortured forest. Did it matter? Maybe it didn’t. Kimmy knew his cock. And she’d always heard about Devlin’s. She’d seen it today. She didn’t drop to her knees and worship it. Imagine the look on Devlin’s face if Kimmy didn’t give that big trophy dick he sported the attention Devlin thought it deserved?

Before he could even consider the craziness of what he was doing, he was untying the knot on his swim trunks. Kimmy smiled and watched his hands work. And he smiled, too, looking at her. She looked proud. Proud that her husband wasn’t suffering under his own self-proclaimed weakness. He wasn’t weak. “It’s so private here,” he said to Kimmy.

“It sure is,” she said, eyes lowered to watch as he pushed down his swim trunks. He turned his side to Devlin, let Kimmy see as he disrobed. She checked out what he had and he loved the look on her face.

He tossed the swim trunks and towel on to his lounger and backed toward the water, pretending he was talking to Kimmy. But they weren’t saying anything. Kimmy watched him admiringly and his heart swelled.

“You coming in?” he said, standing up straight and unafraid.

“I’m coming in,” she said.

And then he turned, walked into the water at knee height, waiting to quickly get under the surface, but unconcerned that his rock hard erection thrust out from his body. It wagged stiffly and upright, pointing to the bright blue Caribbean sky. The water rushed cold around him, in between his legs, and then he dove forward into an oncoming wave, came up a dozen feet behind Devlin. But new fear struck him as he pushed his hair back from his face, pinched his nose and shook his head. Kimmy was on shore, coming to the water’s edge, Devlin closer to her than he was, facing her way and watching. Waiting for her to take that tiny bikini off.

But she didn’t. Instead she began to stroll into the water, elbows pointed up high as she wrangled her long hair and knotted it in a loose bun on top of her head.

Devlin said, “You’re still wearing that bikini?”

Kimmy raised her eyebrows haughtily, said, “Sorry, Devlin, I’m not going to disrobe in front of my boss.”

Devlin patted his palms lightly against the swell of seawater rushing up around his middle, saying, “It’s not really disrobing, it’s just fitting in with everyone else.”

“I don’t fit in with the guys,” Kimmy said as she got closer to him. It looked like the two were going to come face-to-face with each other, and then she said, “I might come out here later with my husband,” walked past Devlin, smiling right at Josh now. He held his arms out and she dove into a wave, keeping her head upright and trying to keep her hair dry. She swam right to him, and he put his arms around her.

Devlin came their way, getting under the water as well.

“This is refreshing,” he said to Kimmy.

“It is,” she said, the water cold enough to get her teeth chattering.

He said, “Good idea to come for a swim, at first I thought—”

Kimmy’s hand gripped his cock and gently squeezed.

Devlin said, “Thought what?”

“That you . . . didn’t want . . . to get wet,” he said, looking in Kimmy’s eyes while her grip stroked on his cock.

She said, “I like getting wet. Just not my hair . . .”

Devlin said, “I always knew that about you.”

Kimmy flinched. And Josh could see why. The double entendre. The purposeful sexual forwardness from her boss.

They were toying with each other, and Devlin was a device they were using. But the device was trying too hard to interact.

Josh leaned back into an oncoming wave, let it crash around his shoulders, taking Kimmy’s hands and leading her to swim with him away from Devlin. Kimmy turned her head, and he caught her looking under the water’s surface to between Devlin’s legs. For what was between them . . .

He squeezed her hands, and began to flutter kick underneath her body, the two of them getting some distance between them and Devlin. She hooked her arms around his neck and clung to him and he whispered in her ear, “Were you trying to take a peek just now?”

“Maybe,” she said, pausing a moment to bite on her lower lip, then dropping an arm under the water and gripping his cock again. “But I’ve got everything I want right here.”

“You’re driving me crazier than you ever have,” he said, eyeing past the bundled hair on top of her head to Devlin who paddled about fifteen feet off, watching, an obvious look of disgruntlement on his face. Good. Intrude on our day, will you? We’re a married couple who knows how to adapt, you musclebound dummy. We’re playing you right now.

With Devlin’s eyes on them, he pushed his mouth forward, and Kimmy closed her lips against his. They kissed. Kimmy gave him her tongue and he took it. But now his stomach was undulating with threatening pressure. His balls felt swollen. A case of underwater blue balls right now, right here on vacation. One minute all the fun is crashed as Devlin shows up, but Kimmy flips the chess table on him. We’re not playing chess, you dick, we’re playing a totally different game. Four dimensional.

With Kimmy’s tongue in his mouth, his palm slipped along her tight, lean body, his fingers going underneath the teeny front triangle of her black bikini. Her tongue slipped away from his and she bit his lower lip hard. “Wow,” he blurted, head moving back, bottom lip still stuck in his wife’s mouth. His fingers slipped through her pubic hair and into her luscious, swollen folds. They teemed with slippery juices, and he plunged two fingers inside her with ease.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispered right in her ear.

In his ear, she whispered, “I think you might have to take me inside.”

“Right now?”

“Right fucking now, Josh,” she said, and this time she clamped her teeth on his earlobe.

“Holy fuck,” he said in her ear, and she punctuated it with another good grip on his cock.

“Like you don’t want to,” she said.

“I’m dying to,” he said, looking in her eyes.

Kimmy pushed off from him, paddling backwards, her arms spread out on either side, the muscles moving in blades in her lean shoulders. Now he imagined her naked. What if she got naked? Got naked right in front of Devlin Stone. And naked Kimmy didn’t flock to the high school football player. Didn’t fall on her knees before the school’s richest asshole boy. No, instead naked Kimmy took her husband’s hand and had to go upstairs for a midday fuck because she needed him so bad.

But it was Devlin turning her on.

No, it wasn’t.

It was.

So fucking what?

“Okay,” he said, breast stroking to follow in her wake, magnetized by the horny look in her eyes.

She turned to Devlin and said, “Can you give us a few minutes?”

“If that’s what you need,” he said.

“Josh and I have to talk about something,” she said.

Devlin nodded, but was obviously injured. He’d thought he was in control, but he wasn’t. Josh was in control. Or at least Kimmy was. No, it was the two of them together. Fuck you, Devlin.

Kimmy’s feet touched the bottom first, and she stood in the water, strode up to the beach, perfect ass on display, her tiny bikini bottom wedged up her butt crack, perfect globes of her narrow ass jiggling with her steps. Hips swaying in a way he’d never seen Kimmy’s hips sway before. Luring him. Luring her husband and taunting her boss.

Josh rose, too, coming out of the water with his naked back to Devlin, his much less impressive cock still as hard as an ingot, a rod pointed to the sky, so hard it could barely wag between his legs. Kimmy waited for him, standing at the lounger and taking a sip of her Cuba libre. When he came to her side, she held out her hand for him. He plucked up his towel and swim trunks, tucked them under an opposite arm and with Kimmy’s hand in his, they went up the trail together.