DITW 15-26: Aegis

The hall light silhouetted Kimmy, returning to the bedroom with Colleen in her long arms. She paused bedside, eyes dark and unreadable, holding his gaze for a moment before she leaned forward, transferring Colleen into his eager clutch. Colleen stirred, tiny fingers curling and uncurling, but didn’t wake. Her pouted mouth, with the pronounced Cupid’s bow and the gentle curl of her mother’s lips, babbled soft and sleepy sounds.

Josh chuckled, holding her to his chest. “She’s talking in her sleep,” he murmured, finger-brushing Colleen’s delicate cheek. Love and adoration surged; a powerful wave rendering him breathless for many heartbeats. He pressed a gentle kiss to Colleen’s forehead, inhaling her sweet baby scent, kick-starting his sinus rhythm back into action. Kimmy sat on the bed next to them, her hip pressing against Josh’s, her arm brushing his. She leaned in, eyes on Colleen. “She had a busy day,” she said, reaching out to smooth a tuft of dark hair on Colleen’s head.

Ten minutes ago, they’d watched a video of Kimmy and Devlin, Kimmy jerking off Devlin’s donkey dick, his wife manipulating a man he hated into saying ridiculous things, uttering the most pathetic sexualized drivel stuff bubbling up from the mire of Devlin’s own sick fantasies. An avowal, a confession, coaxed to the surface by Kimmy’s skillful hand and wicked promises. Done the way she’d done to her kind Josh so many times while she tormented him with her fidelity’s endless conjecture while stroking his dick like it was a tuning fork and she sought the perfect pitch. Was she cheating? Was she lying? Was she only teasing? But he’d watched her do it to Devlin, wielding her astounding wiles to corral Devlin’s wild horse into a grazing paddock and telling her timid husband he was tame. Go on, Josh, don’t be afraid of him. He’ll eat a sugar cube right from your hand. He saw it clearly: Kimmy humiliated Devlin in that video. Kimmy broke him like a wild horse everyone else on the ranch swore no one would ever break.

How far would she have gone with Devlin’s torment if her endeavor hadn’t crumbled the way it did?

Kimmy ran her fingers through his damp hair, and her touch startled him, pulling him out of the darkness again. But her touch was welcome and bolstered him with the strangest sense of safety. He leaned into her touch, with his baby nestled on his chest.

Here, in this way, in this place, he could never feel safer. Alone in the warm bedroom he shared with his wife; a transgressive woman who’d pulled back on the yoke before it was too late and their marriage plummeted into the ground and ruined the whole airshow for everyone. A woman who’d earned his return. And Colleen: his child and new reason for being.

And while he was safe, he could play with fear and angst and dread; hone a sharper edge to his secret sexual blade. Oil it and care for it and preserve it. No more danger. Not for real. Kimmy served as his hidden stash of masturbatory material; his beautiful wife held more secrets under lock and key and ready to serve as his reward for being a good husband. There were more videos. More tales to tell. The more truthful, the better.

And there was no way she’d begin with the best video. He knew her too well. There were raunchier ones. And the one she’d begun with had devastated his heart and psyche with a precise hit and brought him an explosive orgasm wound around a distinct existential terror.

In the end, he’d won against his bully. His wife had destroyed Devlin, and he’d said what needed to be said, saying it with a chair hurtled from the overhead position.

Colleen’s eyes fluttered in dream. A profound sense of love and protectiveness surged. This precious thing depended on him. He pressed another soft kiss to Colleen’s forehead. “I won’t let you down, beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ll be the father you deserve.”

Kimmy still ran her nails over his scalp, massaging his head, admiring him with their baby, soft-breathing and head cocked. Then she slipped off the bed, going to the stand in the closet and pumping a dollop of lotion into a palm, running greased hands on her forearms and cheekbones. She asked him if he’d like a glass of water or anything and he told her he didn’t.

“I think I’m going to make a cup of tea,” she said to her reflection in the small closet mirror. “The sleepy-time kind. Do you want some?”

“No, thanks.”

She returned bedside, then leaned down, pressing a kiss to Josh’s forehead. “I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t fall asleep with her yet.”

“No promises,” he said. There was no stronger salve after what she’d shown him tonight than to lie in total peace and safety this way. His heart beat strong and steady, and he could fall asleep with no warning right now.

Kimmy crossed the room, pausing at the laundry hamper. She pulled the towel from her hair, the damp tendrils clinging to her neck and shoulders. She rubbed at her hair with the towel one more time, then tossed it into the hamper. She hefted the basket onto her hip and slipped out of the bedroom.

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This time, Kimmy didn’t knock on Hyun’s door, just turned the knob and slipped inside, laundry hamper on her hip. She set it down by Hyun’s desk. Hyun didn’t stir, her form motionless under the blankets. 

“I know you’re not sleeping.”

Hyun still made no response, and she stepped closer to the bed. Hyun didn’t react, didn’t even flinch; a silent, unmoving lump.

“Hyun,” she said, her voice above a whisper now. “I know you’re awake.” She sat on the bed beside Hyun. “It’s immature to ignore me.” She gave Hyun a moment to say something, but Hyun didn’t. “The door was ajar, Hyun. My bedroom door. It was open more than how I left it.” No answer again, but this time she pitched forward, looming over Hyun’s body, speaking toward where Hyun’s hair spilled out over the pillow. “I hope you weren’t spying on us.” Kimmy sat upright again. She crossed a leg over the other and adjusted her satin robe at the thigh. She said, “Colleen’s his daughter.”

Finally, Hyun muttered, voice muffled by the blanket. “I know.”

Kimmy looked around the sparse room, at the desk where Hyun had done her homework tonight, caring for Colleen while Josh spent intimate time with her. She said, “That room’s not your room anymore.”

Hyun shifted under the blanket, and snuffled a sound of irritation, like Kimmy disturbed her sleep. Kimmy licked her lower lip, watching the hump of bedding change shape, then settle again, Hyun still facing away toward the window.

“Josh deserves to be with her. To know her.”

Almost exasperated, Hyun said, “I was the one who said that first.”

The room was silent for a long moment—longer if she weren’t pressed for time—the only sound the subterranean hum of the furnace. She leaned in, her mouth close to Hyun’s ear, hidden under the blanket. “What did you see?”

Hyun grunted and curled tighter under the bedding.

“Did you watch us?”

Hyun didn’t answer, stayed still and unflinching.

“Did you watch me with my husband?”

Hyun muttered a sound like no, and Kimmy said, “I think you watched us. So tell me: what did you see?” Hyun muttered how she’d seen nothing, and now Kimmy asked her, “Did you like what you saw?”

Hyun sighed under the blanket, then at last pulled it down a smidge, enough to see her cheekbone and her eye peering off at the window. It took a long beat, but Hyun said, “No.”

Kimmy sighed, rubbed her knee, returned her gaze to Hyun’s back. She whispered, “Did you touch yourself when you watched us together?”

When Hyun didn’t answer, this time Kimmy leaned over Hyun’s body, trying to catch Hyun’s eye. Hyun wouldn’t look at her, eyes moonlit and blank, looking at the window.

“Touch yourself now,” she said.

Hyun stiffened, her head angled closer before turning away again, putting her face into the pillow.

Kimmy said, “I want you to touch yourself. Roll on your front, get on your knees and your chin, and put a hand down your pajamas.”

Hyun arched her back and turned her face away, right into the pillow, reminiscent of a reluctant child going to the limit of their mother’s patience in the smallest form of defiance. Kimmy liked to think Hyun rolled her eyes. The thought had the corner of her mouth twitch into the early stage of a smile.

But soon the arched back relaxed and circled to align with her face, under the blanket, complying and turning to get on her belly. Kimmy waited and Hyun drew up her knees and planted her chin on the pillow. The sheets moved with the blanket, wafting the same scent of the fresh sheets she’d just dressed her bed with Josh. Kimmy said, “Higher on your knees. Move up your rump.”

The hump changed shape, rounding out, Hyun getting higher on her knees, and yes, sticking up her rump. She listened to the sound of Hyun’s skin sliding on cotton, pictured Hyun’s perfectly clean, perfectly manicured fingers sliding over her flawless skin, over that soft tummy and then down lower, under the waistband of the cotton pajamas she’d bought Hyun when they went to Quebec City in July.

Hyun’s breaths came heavier, slower, but with a wonderful heaving from arousal. The curve of her rump began to roll with the undulation of a woman’s hips as she entered the igniting pleasure of ecstasy.

“Are you touching yourself?”

The answer to this question was obvious, but Hyun’s muffled groan confirmed the supposition.

Now Kimmy said, “Let me hear it.”

Hyun gasped the most exquisite sound of sexual suffering, and Kimmy’s already sore and exhausted nipples swelled hard all over again. And she indulged the urge to tighten her thighs and core, feeling the trickle of renewed excitement—when she’d thought she’d wrung from this evening all she could. Nothing was ever enough, it would seem.

Now she leaned a little closer and whispered to Hyun, “Let me hear that tight little pussy.”

Hyun made a sound of disgust in her throat and writhed away from Kimmy’s voice, but Kimmy smiled, knowing Hyun liked nothing more than hearing the grossest vulgarities and total disrespect for that beautiful little split between those soft thighs.

“I want to hear it,” she urged again, and Hyun rewarded her with the softest little gasp into the bedding and the sudden arrival of the wet and sticky sound of those fingers strumming over that sexy hot flesh.

“I love that sound,” she whispered, flexing her own thighs and rump right now, feeling an indescribable baking heat. “Make it louder for me.”

Hyun’s breaths sped up, and Kimmy watched the bedding roll up and down, quicker and quicker, and Hyun’s gasps came with the quietest whine that tightened Kimmy’s chest with such intense adoration she ached for her sweet subject in a way she could never describe. The physical manifestation brought her hand over her heart.

The sound of well-lubricated sex flesh came to her now from beneath the bedding, the wettest sound imaginable. The image of combining her flesh with Hyun’s seized her. The ease with which she could slip under the blankets and show Hyun how annoyed she was teased her with its glorious proximity.

She looked over her shoulder, a little confirmation the bedroom door was closed and Josh was excluded. She told Hyun to “Pat it, pat it for me.”

Hyun whimpered, and the wet sound stopped for a beat, replaced now by the sound of Hyun’s pretty fingers tapping her swollen labia. Kimmy told her now, “Put two fingers inside, okay?”

The sounds stopped, and the humped crest rose as Hyun slid fingers inside her pussy, her breaths coming faster, tightened with lust now.

“You’re gushing, Hyun. Can’t you hear it?”

Hyun whimpered again, then bit down on the sound, still fingering herself.

“You’re gushing like that and you’re telling me you didn’t watch? Don’t lie to me.”