DITW 15-17: Now We Know Good & Evil

Kimmy got over top of him and his hands went inside her open robe and onto her naked waist. Husband and wife alone on a Friday night, their baby with a sitter. Date night. This scenario’s implication was ripe with kink and debauchery. This was marital playtime. And it was only the two of them. It was intimate. A time for two married people to explore some fantasy realms for their own pleasure.

But why did it have to be that way? Why did it have to be so sinister? So kinky; so debauched? 

Because he liked it that way.

Scar tissue had grown over the wounds of the past. Maybe the new and thicker tissue strengthened him. How could harm come to him with Devlin so far away?

Kimmy’s mouth slipped apart from his, and she stroked his cheek. She said, “I miss you more than anything. I’ve missed you so much this last year. I miss the times we shared more than any of the times I shared with Devlin.” The hand that stroked his cheek moved to his chest, and Kimmy ran her nails down his stomach, then grabbed his erection through his pants. “And I miss this dick more than I miss his.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” he said.

Kimmy looked at him, unsure, fondling his hardness—then smirked as if she decided he was joking. She said, “I think you miss it more than I do.”

“Miss what?”

She said, “I know you, Josh. I know that time when you thought it was just me and you, and Devlin was this sexual thing lurking outside our perimeter, you were at your happiest. You love the dirty talk. You love the things we did.”

“I know—I’m the one who said those things to you. But you made them true behind my back. Twisted reality with my kink to serve yourself. Not me. You served yourself.”

“You loved the things I did when they were fantasy.”

“You lied. You betrayed me,” he said.

“I did,” she said, studying him, sucking her plump lower lip and running her teeth across before letting the lip pop back out again. “But that’s all gone now, Josh. Washed away; the debris sent down the river. Right here and now is all that matters. I want to give you everything you want. And I know what you want.”

He closed his eyes. “I don’t even know what I want.”

“I’ll show you,” she said. “And you stop me when I’m wrong.” The hand that had stroked his cheek lay flat on his chest, then she dragged her nails down his stomach. She raised up and backed off of his body. She grabbed his belt with two hands, unbuckled it, opened his fly and drew down his zipper. With one strong movement, she pulled his pants down to his knees. His rock hard erection pointed to his chin, throbbing and aching. The fresh air touching the hot skin got him hissing a deep inward breath. Every iota of his being rushed between his legs like that was all that existed.

She lowered her eyes to his erection. His wife seeing it for the first time in a year. Measuring its inadequacy with her eyes, measuring the shortcoming in the task she needed it for. Her pleasure spots were tucked inside her where her husband couldn’t reach.

She said, “You miss Devlin’s cock more than I do, Josh. You love the idea of him fucking me. You love the idea of the pleasure his size would give me.”

He groaned with strange pleasure and a rising anger. No, not anger. Umbrage. A year later and he still had to hear about Devlin Stone. Still had to hear about this other man who’d done things to his wife her husband couldn’t do. Had to hear about it and hear his wife twist it into something for him to enjoy.

She gripped his thighs just above his knees, then ran her nails up to his hips and he almost passed out. He shuddered and his fingers trembled. He could feel her breath against his cock.

“You wish you could do to me what he did.”

Josh groaned again, louder now, hating her words. Her words angered him. But while they did, they also brought something slick and oily that coated his skin and seeped into his pores, nourished parts of him with an indescribable pleasure.

Over her shoulder now he could see on the dresser that Devlin replica. That enormous fleshy cudgel. The effigy of the real over-sized implement that had fucked his wife senseless countless times last summer. The one his wife had come on over and over again. The one that had touched some trigger inside her. He closed his eyes tight and rolled his vision upward. Kimmy’s tongue pressed between his testicles, shoving them to the sides, then running a flat swath up the middle of his shaft and to the tip of his cock. Her hand took the base, two fingers and a thumb, angled it upward and sunk him inside her mouth. The most heavenly feeling he’d ever had. Her mouth was warm and wet, and when it moved against his turgid arousal, his whole body tightened and bright blobs of light danced in the charcoal landscape of his shut-off vision. She drew her mouth up and down, her cheeks hollowing with the exquisite suction.

When they’d first reunited last week, Kimmy had seduced him in the apartment above the garage. She’d tried luring him to bed with nefarious conjecture and innuendo. All day today, he’d anticipated tonight’s intimate possibilities, wondering if it would happen. Knowing it probably would. But he hadn’t anticipated how it would happen. The default fantasy would be him and his wife rolling around in the sheets, kissing, and then making love. Instead, it was the same sadistic games they’d played a year ago. 

He hadn’t been with anyone in over a year. He’d come close to it with Karina, but nothing ever happened. They’d kissed, he’d handled her breasts; he’d even slipped a hand down her pants. But nothing had progressed. Everything had been stunted. Muffled.

Kimmy’s mouth worked masterful pleasure. She knew exactly how to bring him to the brink of ecstasy and then pull him back, teasing him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Her lips were slick cushions, her tongue nimble. She took his hardness deep, sucking and swirling her tongue around the base, then pulling back slowly, drawing the ring of her lips to the tip, before plunging him into her mouth again.

Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a low moan. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, how skilled Kimmy was at this. And . . . how she’d done this kind of thing for another man. Wicked thoughts teased him. She’d been sucking cock for the last year. Sucking other men’s cocks. She’d sucked off everyone at Stone; every lawyer, every client, every foreign businessman. Kimmy landed contract after contract for Keith Stone because no one could suck a cock like her.

His hands went to trembling fists as this awful imagined scenario did the work he liked, got his balls climbing into his body, getting ready to gush their load into his delivery systems. He held his breath tight in his quaking chest, sucking in his stomach, reeling those perverted thoughts back, not wanting to come so soon, not wanting to disappoint his wife and ruin her night of sex with a premature release.

But Kimmy moved her head up and down, picking up the pace. His hips bucked involuntarily, his body responding without his approval. Tension doubled inside him. The pressure mounted as she brought him closer and closer to the edge and seemed willing for him to go over.

Now he rushed to push away the thoughts of her sucking off clients, sucking cocks for financial gain. But it left him thinking of Kimmy sucking Devlin’s cock. Sucking Devlin off in Cayman while her husband waited for her in the hot tub. A chump. A cuck. A man whose wife ran games around his impotent ass.

His breathing went ragged as he rumbled closer and closer to the knife-edge point of no return. He tried to hold back, to make it last as long as possible, but it was no use. Kimmy’s mouth was too good, her skill too perfect.

With one final, deep thrust, this time of his own propulsion, he let go, his body convulsing as he began to ejaculate in Kimmy’s perfect, beautiful mouth. Kimmy pulled away, smiling wide with her wet lips, a satisfied sound in her throat as she watched him come. Her hand stroked his cock as his semen spurted, painting creamy lines on his trembling stomach. The moment was incredible, the release so powerful. But as it receded, he was left with guilt and shame. Kimmy stroked his dick. It looked so unimpressive in her hand. He’d seen her wrap those long and elegant fingers around Devlin’s beefy girth. His head fell back, the crown hanging between his shoulder blades. The happiness and feelings of explosive joy waned to nothing, and his eyes fluttered open to stare at their new bedroom’s ceiling. Kimmy played with his softening penis, but he was too sick to look at it again, see its size in her hand, knowing the size that turned her on, knowing the size she liked.

He sighed, anguished and saddened by the state of things. Kimmy would have kept sucking Devlin’s cock. He bet she let him come in her mouth. Bet she loved the taste of his semen on a Wednesday afternoon lunchtime fuck session behind her husband’s back. The fading of his hardness ceased. These awful thoughts piqued his cock’s interest.

Maybe Kimmy was right. Maybe she knew what he liked and maybe surrendering to her wickedness would bring him satisfaction he couldn’t imagine. As long as she was faithful.

He sighed again, but the post-orgasm ennui had settled, and he didn’t feel so bad anymore. He raised his face to see Kimmy standing now, letting that silky robe fall off her smooth shoulders and show him her body. His wife was a mother now, but she looked much like she had during last summer’s horror. Her lean body and long limbs; the perky little breasts, the tawny skin. He smiled, seeing something in her eyes that he liked. For the first time, maybe not so ashamed of his own desire.

He didn’t have to ask her for this. He didn’t have to skirt around the ways to frame this kink he’d developed. It was out in the open. It was fair game, and shame was observed at a different scale than it had before. The details of his bizarre arousal were known to all. She knew what he liked and she could deliver.

He could lament how now when they’re united in intimacy, they’re not making love and writhing in the sheets, they’re playing games and toying with the darkness that separated them in the first place—but he could also accept the state of his being and move on. 

Pearly islands scattered on the flat plain of his stomach.

Kimmy, totally naked now and fully aware of how good she looked, said, “It didn’t take very long, did it?”

The answer was obvious. He would say, Did Devlin last longer? And then Kimmy would tell him about the marathon fuck sessions she and Devlin used to embark upon. His cock hardened further. He kept the question from his tongue, still wary of embarrassing himself.

Kimmy turned to the dresser, and he thought for a second she would bring over that Devlin replica and compare it to his own erection, so they could both see the dimensional difference between her husband and her accomplished lover. The way she’d done with the actual flesh and blood cock monstrosity in that Yorkville hotel room. But Kimmy returned with a pair of pale yellow cotton undies from her drawer. She hip-sat beside him on the bed, smiling an honestly happy smile, and patted up the splatter, wiping his evidence away before tossing the underwear toward the bathroom door. She said, “You’re still hard.”

“I took a year off,” he said, like an explanation for his immediate arousal in case she knew the perverted thoughts that has quickened his pulse and flooded his erectile tissue.

“We have a lot to catch up on,” she said, slinking along beside his body and beginning to remove his shirt and sweater. He assisted her, and they got him as naked as she was, both of them on top of the sheets and bedding. She began kissing him again, and though he still felt stiff and awkward with her, he could feel his joints warming up and his heart beating faster, wanting more and more from her. Kimmy rolled so she was on top of him, straddling his hips, the point of his erection touching an ass cheek. Her long, silky black hair fell around his face as she lowered her mouth to his, kissing him lovingly and touching his face. 

Then they worked the bedding out from under them, getting themselves under the sheets and cozying against each other. There was an indescribable joy and homeliness to feeling her naked against his nakedness. The places where she was cool; the places where she was warm; the places where she was hot and wet and sticky. His hands went all over her body, finding their way to the top of her thighs, just below the crease of her buttocks, the place that used to get her excited. She squirmed and sighed and moaned and she kissed him some more. Her hand found his genitals, and she caressed and coddled his sack and stroked his hardening cock.

She asked him, “You came so fast—you’re ready to go again?”

He nodded, looking into her eyes, seeking courage to ask what he suspected she wanted him to ask. He said, “You didn’t want me to come in your mouth?”

“I wanted to see you come, baby,” she said, and kissed his chin, stroking his cock underhanded.

He said, “Did he come . . . Did he ever come in your mouth?”

Once the question was out, his cock went to steel. She hadn’t even answered him yet. 

Kimmy chuckled an appreciative sound, feeling his cock swell in her hand. She said, “Yeah, he did, Josh. He came in my mouth.”

His knees squeezed together, and his cock spewed slippery excitement into Kimmy’s grip. She stroked him faster.

She whispered, “Devlin came in my mouth and you tasted it.”

He groaned with the most awful, exciting joy. His heart pounded and disgust flooded his mind. He said, “What? What do you mean?”

She said, “I’d suck off that huge cock and then I’d come home and kiss you on the mouth.” Her grip tightened on his cock, electric pleasure thrumming from his pleasure point and throughout his body. He coughed and groaned and writhed while she jerked his cock and followed his twisting head, whispering some more wickedness in his frightened ears. “And he’d fuck me, too, Josh, and blow his thick load so deep inside me. . . . And I’d come home and let you eat my pussy.”

“What?” He gasped, horrified. “You did?”