DITW 15-18: Hearken to His Wife

Josh didn’t say to stop, so she continued. “He came in my mouth, and I liked it,” she said, studying her husband’s profile, getting off on his poignant disgust. Her hand measured his resultant arousal; his cock hard as steel in her grip. “You know you liked it, too.”

Josh shuddered, his head pressing back into the pillow, his back arching. What she said was true; Josh couldn’t deny it. She should have told Josh sooner. Told him all the things he feared were true. Instead, she’d sought some sort of endpoint where Devlin had been subdued and she had better control at Stone. That’s where it had ended up. She had control. She had what she wanted. But if she’d invested in Josh’s kink and sealed his desirous deals earlier, maybe she could have spared him the hurt she’d caused. “I wish I could have told you, Josh. I wish you could have enjoyed it. I wish so many things.” His cock had returned to full hardness, and the way she spoke to him and the way he reacted, they might as well have been in Cayman or in the old apartment, whispering nasty things and playing games. Those had been fun times; intense and exploratory. In the bizarrest way, it had opened her eyes to Josh and his psyche and the worry and fear her husband held. Those times had been an erotic catalysis; and it had been wasted on Devlin Stone and the job she ended up taking from him, anyway, without the need to tread further down his ridiculous paths. “I never should have kept from you the things I was doing. I should have told you.” Josh’s cock flexed in her grip, his lips sucking into his mouth as he fantasized who knew what, weaved whatever tormented web, using her supporting words for his spider silk. “We really could have had so much fun together. You wanted the things I did, and you’re right, I took them from you and did those things for selfish reasons. I stole it from you. I stole all those things you wanted and I ruined it all.”

Josh groaned and nodded, his eyes closed, sealing himself alone with the dark chimera behind his lids. His body felt so good and homey against hers. His body blessed her bed. Her leg slid up his, her inner thigh coasting over the top of his; she straddled him, reached behind and palmed the base of his cock, pressing his length along her wetness, sliding her sex up and down with a curl of her pelvis. His cock was perfect; his cock had performed the designed function. He’d given her Colleen. “This is the cock I’ve missed, Josh,” she said, easing her hips back, angling him to enter her body. She sank his erection a few inches inside her. “Not Devlin’s. Sex with Devlin was nothing without you. You made me like it. You made me want it. You gave it value.”

Josh stared back in wide-eyed awe. His eyes trembled with the edging of horror, but she showed him with her expression and the rolling of her hips how she meant what she said. None of what she’d done had any meaning without Josh. She caressed his cheek and sank his cock all the way inside her. It had been more than a year without real sex. More than a year without a blood-pulsing cock inside her. Toys weren’t even close to equal.

Her hips rolled and roiled with his cock seated inside her. She moaned real moans and breathed deep, loving the feel of his arousal. Loving the knowledge that her lurid words could command Josh. She hunched closer to him, his beard brushing her cheek as she whispered in his ear, “I know you can’t love me the way you did before.” Josh groaned with emotional hurt, but she lured him closer to her, continuing, “But I want you to love me. I want you to love me in some new way that works for you. Works for us.”

Now she rose to sit squatted on Josh’s hips, running her nails on his chest. Josh joined the action now, his hips responding to hers, beginning to moil, his cock like a hard bar inside her. His hands came to her hips, held her there, bracing her as his thrusts gained fervor. She rocked with him, both of them building a pace they liked, their connection wet and slippery and so, so good.

She arched her lower back, leaning away, Josh’s hands spreading onto her hips and over the plain of her belly. The pleasure grew stronger. She rolled forward, thrashing him with her hair. She slowed, gripped his chin, held his handsome face steady, saying, “We can’t go on with me apologizing every day. That won’t work. I’ve apologized. I’ve done what I could to bring you back to me. Just love me; hear my promises and love me.”

Josh’s eyes stayed open, his hands going up and down her ribs, expression blank, bearded cheeks hollowed; his lips parted. “I love you, Kimmy. I do.”

She gasped a satisfied sound, lunging forward, one hand bracing her weight on the headboard, her chest over Josh’s face. She arched her back and sighed as Josh suckled her nipple. The new angle of entry was exciting, and as Josh sucked her sore nipple, she bucked frog-like on his spear, each little thrust blipping white pleasure in her brain. “I know I was bad,” she said. “I know I did everything wrong. But you have to know: I would have gutted him for you.” She withdrew her offered nipple, Josh wild-eyed, blown away and hot as a glass furnace now, any misgivings or reluctance turned to a molten, vitreous state. “I would have served Thanksgiving dinner with his head on a platter. Just to make you smile. Just to make things right.” She smiled and then bit her lower lip to quash it.

But Josh saw her in that moment in a way she hid. His eyes quivered.

She curved over him, her face over his, both of them rocking faster now, their thrusting squeaking the expensive mattress. “I would have broken him,” she said. “If you wanted, I’d make him do things to make us laugh. To turn us both on.”

Josh believed her. “You would have,” he whispered.

His faith restored her. If he could believe she would do that, he would also believe none of the harm she’d caused him was for the purpose of harm. “I hurt you, Josh. But what I wanted most was your transcendence. I wanted you to shrug off Devlin’s juvenile mantle. You’re so much more than he is.”

Josh’s mouth opened and closed, trying to say something but not knowing what to say. She had strayed too far from fantasy and dosed him with emotional concepts that he would argue against. But she couldn’t stop talking.

She said, “I would have got Devlin on his knees and made him suck your cock.”

Josh grimaced, nowhere near as turned on by the idea than she was.

She retreated from vivid imagery, saying now, “I would have broken him. I did it all wrong, but I wanted to break him for you.”

Her posture slackened, her rump squashed down on his thighs, his steely hardness not fading, still raging straight and stiff in her pocket. Josh studied her, his soft eyes roaming her naked body, wondering if she told him the truth. And what would he think of her if he deemed her truthful? That she was good? That she was noble? Maybe he would hear this confession as sin. As a promise of her powerful malice. It could frighten him.

“I did it, anyway,” she said. “But it was too late to be any good for you.”

Josh’s voice was a whisper. “You really did that?”

She bit her lower lip again, her hands fanning on Josh’s sweaty chest. Fuck, she liked that beard. She nodded, her hips sticking on a nice point near her G-spot, doing swift jerks on it, her eyes closing.

“You kissed me with his come in your mouth?”

Her eyes opened again, her features relaxing to an inscrutable mask, assessing Josh’s judgment before she spoke. The sparkle in his eye showed ignition—Josh’s motor ran at speed and the greased clutch fit right into place. She furrowed her brows in an impish arc;  a cartoonish representation of the dimwitted moll, worried she’d done her Dapper Dan wrong.

Josh’s brow lowered and he grumbled with some locomotive desire, heaving her to her back with his hips and getting on top of her, her legs falling wide to accommodate him. His hand closed on her collar, then stroked her throat, his thumb caressing her tendon. There was anger in his eyes. Anger and disgust; but Josh sweetened that emotion with lust’s coarse sugar.

“You have to be kidding me,” he said, voice low and disbelieving.

She humped up her hips, wanting him back inside her, feeling the light weight of his upright organ slip along her membranes. She mewled with need, showed him her frustration.

Josh’s hand closed on her neck and pushed her back into the pillow. She writhed on the bed, humping her hips higher, Josh not giving her what she wanted. She chuckled and rocked her head side-to side.

Josh’s mouth found hers, his grip loosening, his thumb caressing. He put his hand between them, angled his point to hr slit and slid himself inside. She cooed and put her hand over his, both of them holding her throat, looking into each other’s eyes, gazing deeply. Josh plunged hard and rocked her. She yipped, then bit it back. He withdrew and plunged again, hard enough to make the bed bounce and rattle the wall. The corners of his mouth turned down, a sneering anger twisting his brow.

Josh didn’t fill her or stretch her, touch terrible deep places; Josh was comfort and safety and never danger. Not until now; not until she felt his anger’s grip, felt his frustration and rage. She gritted her teeth, snarled at him, bared her fangs. Josh showed her the same face. He pounded into her again and again, stabbing deep into her—deep as Josh could go.

And she met his thrusts with her own. The bed shuddered with their movement. The headboard banged. Josh arched his back and pushed himself to the hilt and held it. His cock twanged with stunning stiffness. His hand left her throat and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head to the side and the back until she squawked.

“You’re worse than Devlin ever was,” he said, jaw clamped.

She smiled, found relief from her pulled hair by twisting her head to the side and up to the right. She said, “I hurt you like he hurt you, but he never loved you. He never cared about you.”

Josh roared and withdrew his cock from her hot scabbard, hoisting her to one side, scrambling to get her on her hands and knees. He’d let go of her hair, and she complied.

Josh palmed the back of her head and pushed her face into the pillow.