DITW 15-16: The Touch of that Sacred Spear

(So sorry for the delay. I was listening to an interesting interview with someone and they talked about something that changed how I wanted this conversation to go. I adjusted some of the conversation here in this chapter and I'm happier with what it sets up now.)

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When he first fell in love with Kimmy, she had been nothing but a skinny teen—no bumps or knobs to consider. Tall, slim, but unnoticeable. With his hands roaming her skin now, Josh wondered how he’d never seen what Devlin saw. Devlin Stone had perverted her, opened up something inside her that was dark and sexual. But Devlin Stone didn’t put it there. It was inside her already. Kimmy herself had said that Devlin encouraged her darkness to the surface. And she groomed herself in a manner that revealed all those wicked tendencies. Under his hands right now was the exact same woman who he’d married and committed himself to, and built a life with.

They were on the couch, making out like lusty young people. Kimmy wore nothing under her robe. The robe was open, and he lay on his back with his wife on top. Kimmy humped her bald sex against his aching member. His hands coddled, smoothed, and squeezed her ass and the backs of her thighs. She was warm under his touch.

They were waiting for their babysitter’s return. He’d never been more eager to see his cousin’s ex-wife.

At last, they heard Hyun’s arrival home. It was after 10:30. His hands were on Kimmy’s round but narrow ass, riding it up and down and guiding her hips to hump against his own. She was soaking wet. He was hard as a rock. Kimmy broke off their kiss and slunk away from him, her eyes turned out behind the couch and past the garden to the garage, where he once thought she’d wanted him to live. She closed her robe and tied it at the waist. Her eyes were watery, her cheeks blushed, her lips swollen and puckered. Desire burned on her skin. Josh sat up and looked out to the garage to see Hyun’s hatchback pulling in.

“Finally,” he said with comic indignation.

Kimmy smiled but then showed him one of those faces that served to remind him to mind his manners.

“Only joking,” he said.

Kimmy left him on the couch, moving back to the chair. Josh adjusted his erection under his pants and sat upright, crossing his legs. They’d been making out like that for a whole hour, with only one interruption from Colleen. They listened as Hyun came in through the side door and into the kitchen, and now Kimmy said to him, “Why don’t you go upstairs, and I’ll talk to Hyun?”

That was fine with him. He was ready to blow. The last thing he wanted to do was sit around and try to act casual and make small talk with Hyun, when all he wanted to do was get his wife upstairs and relive some of the better moments of their devilish desires. He told her to go on ahead, that he needed a minute. With the pants he was wearing, there would be little chance of hiding his arousal. He’d rather wait for Kimmy to go in and talk to Hyun, and maybe he could sneak up the stairs without having to say a word.

Kimmy smiled in a way that sparked that dark fire in him again. It was a wicked smile. The smile of a wrongdoer. She got up from the chair and came to him, putting her hands on his thighs and her knee between his open legs. She kissed him fully. Lips soft and fattened with passion. She moaned while she kissed him and that drove him wild. She wanted him. She really wanted him. This was no put-on, no act. He was darn certain that Devlin Stone was gone. Long gone. Kimmy never mentioned him. He wasn’t hiding upstairs in their bedroom to jump out and torment him like he did in those high school showers with his oversized organ swinging between his legs. And Kimmy wasn’t going to set him up to be humiliated. No, this was them in it together again. Whatever strange sexual proclivity had metastasized in him during Kimmy’s affair with Devlin could now be explored. His greatest fears had been laid bare. They’d been made real. But everything was in place again. And with everything in place, they couldn’t just go back to the mundane. Kimmy loved her wickedness, and he knew it. Kimmy would use her wickedness to light up the tenderest parts of his battleground with military-grade guidance systems.

While they still kissed, her hand went down and grabbed his turgid column and squeezed. She made a satisfied sound that had his core tightening. She couldn’t wait to get it out of his pants and do things with it he could only imagine. They’d been apart for so long, but when they’d been together, there had been no greater satisfaction in his life.

She slipped away from him, still showing that wicked smile, saying, “Meet me upstairs.” Then she put on her slippers and swished from the room, down the hall, and into the kitchen.

Josh lay back on the couch, feeling his body shake with the beat of his heart. His cock ached. His pulse raced. He wished he could teleport into the bedroom. His erection did not subside. He stood up and found out he was right. The front of his pants were tented out, his knob end trying to poke a hole through the fabric. He couldn’t walk around with a pillow held to his lap. Even his untucked shirt did nothing to conceal his frenzied state.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his voice a whisper. He squeezed his own hardness, then followed Kimmy’s wake, going down the hall and around the corner, pausing and listening. He heard Kimmy talking in the kitchen. He could slip upstairs unnoticed if he tried. He got around the corner unseen, made it to the stairs, then stopped. They were talking low, but now they weren’t talking at all. He edged to the end cupboard and peeked into the kitchen. Kimmy held Hyun in a strange embrace in front of the fridge. Hyun looked sad. Like she might have been crying. Her face was downturned, and Kimmy rested her own forehead against Hyun’s temple. It was strangely intimate, but they’d been together during a trying time and he was glad Hyun had been there for Kimmy when he couldn’t. He left them alone and slipped upstairs without them even noticing.

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Hyun’s tears traveled her porcelain cheeks. She hid her face from Kimmy, ashamed. Kimmy rubbed Hyun’s shoulders, soothing her, needing her to maintain composure.

“I’m sorry,” Hyun said, pinching her brow, squeezing the tears from her eyes like she wanted them gone. “I knew it was coming. I’ve been expecting it.”

“I know,” Kimmy said. “You just came home from class and—“

“I’m fine,” Hyun said again and sniffled, but she wasn’t.

Kimmy stroked Hyun’s neck and hugged her. “You know this is the way it has to be,” she whispered.

“He’s Colleen’s father,” Hyun said. “I know, Kimmy. I know. I’m fine.” This time when she looked away, Hyun sobbed once, a mournful sound. Kimmy hugged her harder and rubbed a circle on her back.

  *

Josh was in their bedroom, sitting on the bed and waiting for her. She’d expected him to be under the covers and ready for sex, not wearing anything, but he was still dressed. Elbows on knees, hands clasped together and facing the dresser. She stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, stepped towards Josh and saw what he was looking at. There on the dresser was the rubber-flesh facsimile of Devlin’s size. Cartoonishly large, looking almost unreal. But the measurements were not quite far from reality. It wasn’t two-toned like Devlin’s cock was, and it never could do the job the way Devlin did it, but it represented Devlin nonetheless. She stopped short, surprised to see it there. She hadn’t expected Josh to be so bold. She would have suspected that Josh would have found it and put it back and never mentioned it again. Maybe not never, but not this way. Not so abrupt or confrontational.

He said, “You left that for me to find.”

She relaxed a little. “If I wanted to hide it from you, I would put it with my paperwork.”

Josh finished for her, saying, “Not with your underwear.” He was expressionless and not like the man she’d been making out with for the last hour. He looked up now to meet her gaze. “Do you miss him?”

She continued to the bed, stood before him, and brushed his cheeks with the backs of her fingers while he looked up at her. She untied her robe and showed him her naked front. Josh kissed her stomach, and she pulled his cheek to rest there. She said, “I thought we were done talking about the past.”

“That can’t be true,” he said. “If it were true, I wouldn’t be sitting here asking you about that thing on the dresser. You put it there.”

“You looked for it.”

He said, “I wasn’t looking for that. You know what I was looking for, and you wanted me to see it.”

She gripped the hair at the back of his head and guided him to look up at her again. She said, “Because I know you like it, Josh. I want to give you the things you like.”

Josh sighed, but not from exasperation or frustration. It was a happy sound. A satisfied sound. He kissed her belly, brushing his beard against her sensitive skin. He said, “I made myself so vulnerable to you.”

“You did,” she said, playing with his hair.

“I confessed things that were so sacred. And you accepted them. But you still lied to me.”

“I did,” she said, thumbing his hot cheekbones, feeling love for him despite the truthful accusation. 

“You lied to me when I was at my most open. There’s nothing to lie about anymore, Kimmy. I know what you did. I know you hated what you did, but I also know you didn’t hate every minute of it. There were times you really liked what you were doing—what Devlin was doing—so don’t lie anymore. Just tell me the truth. Everything will be so much better if you just tell the truth.”

She lifted a leg and dropped a knee on the mattress between his open legs, nuzzling it into his crotch. “What do you want to know?”

He looked up at her, steadfast, sure of himself. “I want to know if you miss Devlin.”

She exhaled, looked down between them, then back into his eyes. “I miss the good times.”

“There were good times with him?”

“There were incredible times, Josh.” She flashed a sad smile. “There were times he did things to me I couldn’t believe.”

Josh’s jaw slackened, his cheeks hollowed. He couldn’t believe she would tell the truth—and he didn’t like the truth. The truth offended him. It jarred him. But they both knew the truth turned him on. All those times she’d lied were good times. All the times she’d spoken Josh’s fantasies were good times. Sometimes they were truths and Josh turned them into fantasies. But no matter the anguish he’d suffered, he couldn’t shake the way his fantasies tickled him.

She thumbed his jawline, the sad smile turning upbeat and reassuring. “You’re safe now, Josh. The boogey man is long gone. I’m all yours. You’re all I want.”

Josh stared up at her, calm expression, but eyes blazing with lusty expectation. “Tell me when it was incredible.”

She brushed her fingers through his hair. “The first time he fucked me, I passed out. He fucked me senseless. When I came to, he order me IV hydration and a B12 booster. Bedside at the Royal York.”

Josh paled in exquisite, blood-draining horror. She guided him to his back and got over top of him.