DITW 15-24: Fleurs du Mal

“One time, when we couldn’t fuck, she had me jerk off a huge pearly load into her panties—and you were just around the corner, buddy,” Devlin was saying on the video, filming from his chest, the view in the dresser mirror. The reflection showed what he’d seen before: Kimmy eclipsed at Devlin’s side, her left arm curling around at Devlin’s hip, her grip on Devlin’s massive dick. “She loves my cum on her pussy.” This was Devlin’s dirty talk. Yes, he was taunting him, but these were the words that turned Devlin on. These were the dirty thoughts that aroused him. “Your birthday or some shit,” Devlin was saying, grunting, hissing, loving the pleasure of freestyling his oral bullying while the nerd’s wife stroked his big dick.

Meanwhile, here in real life, the very same woman from the video reenacted the scene. Both of them kneeled center-bed, facing the headboard. This time, he held the phone. Kimmy watched over his shoulder, watching what she done, watching her own hand choking Devlin’s enormous chicken. There was a huge drop-away feeling, being with his wife and together witnessing the grotesque beauty of her former lover’s sexual implement. The drop-away was a good feeling; a wrestling, awkward joy. For whatever reason, the feeling made his balls like lead weights, hanging heavy in the hammock of his sack. Kimmy’s hand stroked his hips and thighs, knowing any venture close to the midline would set her husband off. He anticipated Kimmy would coordinate a mutual ejaculation, synchronizing her husband’s orgasm with the video of her big-dick twist. And that had him wondering if Kimmy had ever later watched this video on her own—and if she had, did she enjoy it?

“I think about that one all the time,” Devlin was saying off-screen, Kimmy’s grip struggling on his girth, cock skin shining from Devlin’s lubrication, giving this magnificent thing slow, luxurious strokes. Kimmy’s beautiful long fingers shone with Devlin’s semen; the supple flared lip of his cock head squashing under her stroke.

Kimmy on the screen, but face unseen, chuckled at Devlin’s confession. She said to him, “You do?”

“Mm, yes,” Devlin grumbled. “You’re so fucking hot. So fucking dirty. You make me crazy.”

When there was the sound of them kissing, Kimmy’s hands slid from Josh’s hips up to his shoulders, as if to brace him through this awful ordeal. She kissed his neck, softly bit at his collar.

He asked her, “Is it true?”

And she said it was. She must have made Devlin crazy. Yes, he was sure she had Devlin drop a load in the crotch of the panties she wore. It made him realize one astounding thing: Kimmy’s betrayal must have devastated Devlin.

The intent of the video hit him now, a whole new perspective opening up like palace gates. If Kimmy arranged and performed this theater for him—and he believed she had—then Devlin was the sucker here. Kimmy was the bully. Kimmy encouraged Devlin’s secrets, his hopes and dreams, and the things that motivated him; encouraged the revelation of Devlin’s rather sad passion for humiliating a guy from grade school who’d only ever wanted to be left alone.

“By now you’ve heard the news,” Devlin said, and began moving, the camera’s viewpoint jostling for a moment, before steadying again, showing Devlin with his left arm reaching behind his, touching Kimmy. Seeing him touch Kimmy turned Josh’s stomach over and tightened his chest.

Josh flinched at this direct communication; the taunts could be expected, but this conversational addressing unnerved him and dread loomed. A bloom of sweat formed on his upper lip and he held his breath in awful anticipation. And behind him, Kimmy seemed to still—as though steeling herself to what would come.

Devlin continued, his voice low and mocking, “And, hey, guess what, Joshy? That little baby of hers? Yeah, that’s baby. You’re gonna raise her for me, aren’t you though, buddy?”

Josh’s grip struggled on the phone. Behind him, Kimmy’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“You know how it works, right?” Devlin sneered, his hips bucking slightly, Kimmy’s hand still wrapped around his thick shaft. “If you want to make a baby, you gotta plant the seed real deep. You know how she likes it deep, Joshy. Must be some biological need or something.”

Each word was a high-school slug to the gut, but he couldn’t look away from the screen. Kimmy smoothed warm hands on his shoulders and his cock buzzed and thrummed, hard and quivering upright.

“Her cervix is so deep, man,” Devlin grunted, his breath hitching as Kimmy’s strokes became firmer. “She needs a real man to do the job. You just couldn’t cut it, could you, Joshy?” Sex and desire thickened his growling voice, breath hitching as he spoke, loving the whole thing, so into this ultimate cruelty.

Kimmy’s nails bit into Josh’s skin, her breath hot on his neck. “Don’t listen to him, Josh,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “He’s just trying to hurt you.”

"But you're hurting him," he said, though the damage was done. Devlin’s words were a toxin, flooding Josh’s veins, filling him with rage and despair. He watched, helpless, as Devlin threw his head back, his body tensing as he neared his climax.

“Fuck, Kimmy,” Devlin groaned, his hips jerking. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Josh’s heart pounded, breath in ragged gasps. He felt Kimmy’s hand slide down his arm, fingers intertwining with his. She was shaking, her body pressed against his back, her cheek resting on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Josh,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry.”

Josh didn't respond, frozen, eyes locked on the screen, watching as Devlin’s body convulsed, stomach flexing, his release imminent. The room spun and he suffered the sudden sensation of falling, of sinking. Of drowning.

Devlin’s voice cut through the air like a razor, each word a deliberate slice. “That little pecker of yours, Joshy, it’s not meant for real women. Not women like Kimmy.”

Kimmy’s breath hitched behind him, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders. The room shrank, the walls closing in as Devlin’s evil mocking filled the small space.

“God made her this way to keep out the riffraff,” Devlin sneered, his hips bucking, Kimmy’s hand still gripped around his shaft. “But don’t worry, I got the job done for her. You can reap the benefit.”

Kimmy’s nails bit into his skin, her breath hot on his neck. "She's yours, Josh."

“I know you’ll take great care of my baby,” Devlin grunted, his body tensing as he neared his climax. The camera’s viewpoint jostled, showing Devlin’s sneering, sweaty face contorted with pleasure, before returning to the mirror, showing Kimmy’s hand stroking his massive, throbbing member. His wife's familiar hand on another man's cock: the familiar fingers, the angle of her thumb, the tendons he knew so well.

Kimmy was shaking, her body pressed against Josh's back, her cheek resting on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Josh,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry.”

Josh's breath struggled in short, sharp gasps. Kimmy's voice whispered apologies in his ear, her hands sliding up and down his arm. Her touch was electric, a jolt that shot straight to his balls. Despite the venom spewing from the screen, his body responded to her, his erection jerking and leaking.

"I'm sorry, Josh," she murmured, breath hot on his neck. Now her hand moved from his arm to his hip, his stomach flexing in terrible anticipation. Then across his belly and lower, fingers circling his meager length, stroking him in time with the cruel rhythm of Devlin's grunts as she jerked his huge cock on the video.

"Fuck, Kimmy," Devlin groaned on the screen, his hips jerking, his climax imminent and Josh's heart raced out of control, Devlin urging Kimmy to jerk his monster faster, and Kimmy with him here in the safety of their marital bedroom obeying, jerking faster tonight, getting Josh bucking and whimpering.

Devlin's grunts grew heavier, more insistent. The camera angle shifted, the view tilting downward, showing the reflection of Devlin's massive cock in Kimmy's struggling grip, the huge swollen head shining and purple. "Here it comes, Joshy," Devlin growled. "You see this? This is what a real man looks like when he's about to fucking explode."

Kimmy's hand moved faster, her grip tightening around Devlin's cock, squeezing and screwing like she couldn't wait to see Devlin's orgasmic firework show. On the screen, her breath hitched, a small moan escaping her lips. The sound shot a shiver down his spine, a mix of revulsion and unwanted arousal.

"Fuck, Kimmy," Devlin groaned, his hips jerking forward. The first spurt of his ejaculation hit the mirror with an audible splat, the thick, white liquid streaming down the reflection of their entwined bodies. "Look at that, Joshy. Look at all that, mm, fucking baby batter. . . . That's what you need to make a fucking baby." The eruption continued, the second and third bursts bigger then the first.

Kimmy on the video chuckled, a low, throaty sound that Josh knew all too well. Her hand slowed, milking Devlin's cock as he continued to spurt, painting the mirror with his awesome release. "God, Devlin," she groaned, her voice filled with admiration. "That's so fucking hot."

Each word, each sound, was a twisting knife. He couldn't look away, couldn't stop the incendiary mix of pain and arousal coursing through him. Kimmy's hand moved faster on his own smaller manhood, her grip tightening, matching the rhythm of her strokes on the screen.

"You see that, Joshy?" Devlin growled, his voice triumphant. "That's what a real man looks like. That's what your fucking wife needs."

Kimmy on the video moaned again, her hand slowing as Devlin's orgasm subsided. She chuckled, her eyes locked on the mirror, watching as Devlin's release slid down the glass. "God, that's so much cum," she said, her voice filled with awe, as she squeezed and milked Devlin's beefy cock.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. Josh could feel the heat radiating from her, her body pressing against his back, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

The room spun, the walls closing in as Josh's body convulsed at last. He tried to hold back, to fight the inevitable, but it was futile. With a guttural groan, he exploded, his release lining the bed in a series of weak ropes.

The video ended abruptly, the screen going black on the two biggest bullies combined in sexual depravity. Josh's breath came in heaving gulps, his heart pounding in his ears. Kimmy's hand stilled, thumb and finger circling behind his cock head, her breath hot on his neck. The room was dead silent.

The phone slipped from his grasp, falling to the bed, Devlin's mocking echoing in the black cavern of his malformed mind.

Kimmy slipped to the bed, pulling on his arm but not luring him enough to follow, laying on her back, eyes rolling back, both her hands going between her thighs. She grabbed a handful of slim flesh on her skinny thigh with one hand the other planting down two long fingers that thrummed over her wet petals.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the fingers moved in a sickening frenzy over her engorged clit, the crackling wet sound showing the enormity of her carnal hunger. Josh watched, transfixed, as she writhed on the bed beside him. Her lips parted, soft gasps escaping as she lost herself in the moment.

"Josh," she gasped, voice a desperate plea. Her fingers quickened their pace, her hips arching off the bed as she chased her release. Josh's heart pounded, his body still tingling from his own climax, but he couldn't look away from the sight of his wife, so uninhibited, so raw. Devlin's cruelty did his to her. Those taunts of paternity and infidelity and humiliating submission, of crushing a woman's husband under the weight of his undeniable sexual power, turned her on. She was worse than the man who'd ruined his

Her breath came in short, sharp pants now, her body trembling as she neared the edge. Josh watched the flush spreading across her tawny chest, the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes remained closed, her mind lost in some dark, depraved fantasy that he could only imagine.

"Fuck," she gasped, her body stiffening as she pushed herself over the edge, crying out, twisting and contorting in naked beauty.

Soon, her hand stilled, the fingers pressing against her clit as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. Josh watched, his cock twitching in response to her unbridled pleasure.

Kimmy's eyes fluttered open, meeting Josh's gaze, a mix of shame and still-burning desire swirling in their dark depths. She bit her lip, a soft moan escaping as she withdrew her hands from between her thighs.

Josh's heart pounded, his mind racing with thoughts of what had just transpired. He had watched his wife masturbate, had seen the awful lust that lurked inside her. And he had been turned on by it, had found himself drawn into her web of depravity even though he'd once escaped. He couldn't deny the connection they shared. A dark bond tied them together. But he also couldn't shake the unease settling in his core, the knowledge that their new and reignited relationship was built on a foundation of lies and betrayal.

As the haze of her pleasure began to clear, Josh regarded his wife, her eyes studying him, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat. She was a fucking vision, an evil temptress, a siren calling him to doom. And despite everything, he couldn't help but reach for her, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her gorgeous face.

In that moment, there was no Devlin, no video, no betrayal. There was only the two of them, lost in a sea of uncertain desire and sad regret.

Then he crumpled, Devlin's boasting taunts rising up in his mind like mountain-borne thunderclaps.

A raw, guttural sound tore from his chest, the first of many heaving sobs that wracked his body. Total annihilation swept through him like a storm. He folded, curling like an inchworm, forehead pushed into the bed, naked ass in the air, then slumping to his side in his own weak wet spot. He cried out his daughter's sweet name.

Kimmy was at his side in an instant, her arms wrapping around him, her voice issuing a desperate litany of reassurances. "It's not true, Josh. It's all lies. Devlin's wrong. L lied to him to get what I wanted. To hurt him. Please, Josh . . . Colleen is yours, only yours. I swear it. You it." Her hands cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

But the damage was done. The poison had entered his veins, and a dark miasma clouded his mind and squeezed his heart. He gasped for breath, each inhale a shuddering, painful affair. The sobs came in waves, crashing over him, pulling him under.

Kimmy held him tighter, her voice steady and sure, a lifeline. "He's lying, Josh. He's just trying to hurt you. Colleen is your daughter. She's ours."

He clung to her words, to the promise they held. He fought his way back to the surface. His mind cleared, the fog of devastation lifting, leaving behind a bruised and wounded landscape.

"I need her, Kimmy," he rasped, his voice raw and broken. "I need Colleen. I need her." The words were a plea, a prayer, a desperate cry for the one thing that could heal him, that could make him whole again.