DITW 14-21: Odyssey 16

Devlin snatched the panties from her, aggravated but still smiling, still having fun. “You like my dick in these, huh?”

“I know you do,” she said.

Amy smiled, studying the panties in Devlin’s grip, not wanting to be on the outside of a secret—but asking what the panties were would show she didn’t know what was going on, and Amy wouldn’t do that. And Devlin wouldn’t put the panties on. That was for sure. Not when Amy was here. The panties put both Amy and Devlin at awkward angles. Kimmy was sure Devlin regretted wearing them the first time.

The story of the panties Devlin held occurred to Amy, who said now, “Are those the panties Josh wore?”

Devlin chuckled, looking over his shoulder at Amy, holding the panties up by the waist strings so Amy could see them. He said, “His little dick was hard as a rock. You should have seen it.”

Kimmy smiled while hatred and anger burned in her heart. These two laughed together at Josh’s expense. Laughed at a man who stepped off a dock into a frozen lake this weekend and almost departed this sweet earth. A man no one should ever laugh at. “We want to see your dick in them, Devlin,” she said.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Devlin said full of bravado and macho pride, putting his hand with the panties down at his thigh. He’d worn them. She’d coaxed him into stretching them over his wider hips, telling him she wanted to see his big cock in her satin. Devlin had done it, but she knew he wouldn’t do it now. But the thought she might tell Amy—or worse, show Amy the picture—tightened his chest for sure.

Amy took the panties from Devlin’s hand, held them up before them all, the pushed her index finger out of the front panel, imitating a small erect penis. Amy and Devlin laughed. Josh didn’t even have a small penis. This was cruel taunting with little merit. Pure wickedness.

Devlin stroked Amy’s wrist. “You put them on.”

Amy said, “Put on Josh’s panties?”

“Put them on,” Kimmy said, producing her phone from a pocket.

“My hips are wider than Kimmy’s,” Amy said to Devlin, and it shot past Kimmy like a gunfighter aiming wide. A sting meant for Kimmy, owner of slim hips and small breasts.

Devlin saw Kimmy’s camera. “Record her. Record her putting on Josh’s panties.”

“It’s her punishment,” Kimmy said. “I’ll show Josh.”

Amy looked offended. “Hey, I’m not getting naked for Josh.”

Devlin stroked Amy’s forearm. “Do it for me.”

Amy turned up her nose. “So Josh can watch?”

Devlin told Amy how there was more going on and not to ruin things for him. Amy looked more confused. Devlin said, “Maybe Kimmy and I will tell you our secret. If you’re good.”

That worked. Now Amy wanted to play along—not to satisfy Devlin or Kimmy’s request, but to situate herself on the inside of the circle rather than the outside. Amy would worry if she didn’t comply, she could end up on the outside, standing somewhere with Josh. Devlin stepped aside, big naked dick wagging back and forth in stiff arcs, and Amy tried not to look disgruntled, sitting down on the edge of the bed, holding the green satin panties, arching her back, her facial expression steadying to stony blankness for the sake of the camera. Kimmy held up her phone, getting Amy in the frame; naked Amy, evildoer, tauntress, mean girl from high school. Bad Amy who’d helped trick Kimmy and Josh into risking it all this summer. Risking her job and her marriage and her future, all for some big dick, some dirty fun, and for money. Don’t forget the money. 

With the camera recording, now Kimmy said, “This is your punishment. That’s why you’ll do it Amy. Tell Josh you’re sorry.” Saying Josh’s name hurt her chest, and his name warbled on her tongue when she spoke. Maybe she would show him this. Maybe one day Josh would be brave enough to see what his wife would do for him. This was a perverse display of devotion, but everyone in this room was guilty in setting the stage where a theatrical show such as this might find an audience.

Amy cocked her head, eyes slimmed, expression screwed into a cynical mask. But she obeyed, even dissolving her stiffness into sultry action. “Looks like I’m in trouble,” Amy said as if addressing Josh. With her knees together, she bent at the waist and lifted a foot and slipped pointed toes into a leg hole of the panties. She repeated it with the other, doing her best to make sure nothing between her legs would show to Josh. As she slipped the panties up her shapely calves to her knees she looked at the camera. “No one around here can take a joke.” Then she stood, pulling up the panties and swaying her hips so she could pull them up into place. They fit. Yes, Amy’s hips and breasts were larger, but Devlin had managed to get them on.

“There,” Amy said. “Satisfied?” She showed the camera she wore the panties, turning around to show her ass, feet and knees together, making it look good. Making it look good for Josh. Taunting him with something she knew he would never touch. “I look good in them, don’t I?” She shot a sly look over her bare shoulder.

Devlin asked for Kimmy’s phone, and she took her eyes from Amy to regard him. He stood there, enjoying himself, unaware of all the hurt that occurred over the weekend. All that she’d endured meant nothing to him. The vision of ignorance. The vision of arrogance. So handsome. So spoiled. So rich. Muscular. His hard cock hung with heavy, lazy weight between his legs, engorged, swollen, enormous. Unreal. All of Devlin’s gifts granted his dreams of depravity. He had a life where nothing other than physical pleasure interested him. Even his pursuit of an independent company from his father only served his hedonistic interests. Travel across the globe. Deep pockets. Control. Devlin wanted to experience everything in life with his big dick out of his pants where everyone could see it. It was the most impressive thing about the man.

She passed him the camera. Devlin aimed it at Amy. “Punish her. Punish Amy’s sin for Josh.”

Kimmy still studied the man who’d ruined her life, Devlin unaware she studied him. Enjoying his time, getting his rocks off at the expense of others. Partying it up in the middle of the day when everyone else in the world was working to feed their families. He looked her way, wondering what was taking her so long. She smiled, even using her eyes, showing him the wicked Kimmy Devlin wanted to see.

“What was her crime again?”

Devlin turned the camera on her and she didn’t shy away. He recorded her while he spoke, documenting her while he answered. The only person who might ever see this was Josh.

Devlin said, “Those panties he loves. Amy told Josh to wear them. Told him to show me he wore them. Are you going to let her get away with that?”

Kimmy still held his leather belt, looped in one hand. She regarded it now. Her hand. The belt. Her manicured fingers, long and graceful, holding onto this implement that would deliver sharp punishment.  In the spring of this year, this moment was inconceivable, yet here it was. Sunlight on her skin, leather on her palm, the smell of sex in the room. Two ominous figures from her past brought again to life. For what? Was it all for this? Was it all for this moment? For their punishment?

It was a farewell.

A farewell, closing the book on that moment she’d fled from.

She would make Amy and Devlin think they would get everything they wanted from her and much more than they’d even imagined. When she betrayed them, and she would, it would hurt that much more.

She took her time closing the gap between her and Amy. And liked being dressed; liked wearing heels. She towered over Amy. And Amy had been rendered weak and vulnerable. Naked but for her own panties her husband had obsessed over.

“Josh loves those,” Kimmy said, standing right beside Amy now, Amy still facing the bed. Devlin recorded the scene on her phone. “He loves them because they’re mine.”

Amy watched her over her shoulder, not knowing what to say.

“You think you can wear them?”

Amy smiled, undeterred and unintimidated. 

“Peel them down,” Kimmy said.

Amy bit her lower lip and complied, her hands coming together behind her back, fingers tracing under the fabric, rolling the waistband, pushing the panties down her bare ass cheeks.

Devlin, holding the camera, whispered, “Do it, Kimmy. Punish her.”

Kimmy brought the belt back behind her, waist high, then snapped it across Amy’s bottom. Amy yelped and jumped. Her ass cheeks bounced. It looked good. Good enough maybe Josh could forgive her. 

She brought the belt back again and whipped it across Amy’s ass. Harder this time. Amy yelped and jumped, and this time moved away, like she couldn’t bear another smack.

Kimmy said, “Bend over, Amy. Put your hands on the bed.”

Amy hesitated and Devlin said, “Do what she says, Amy.”

Amy stilled. She bent at the waist, her ass sticking out, and put her hands on the bedding. Kimmy brought the belt behind her farther, twisting at her waist, generating torque. This time when she snapped the belt across Amy’s bottom, the sound was wet and sharp and Amy cried out. She rolled away from Kimmy, scooting to the far side of the bed, face contorted with pain.

“Ow, okay. Holy shit,” she said, annoyed. “You really hit me.”

“Stand up,” Kimmy said, strolling to the far side of the bed, heels on carpet.

Amy’s eyes flicked toward Devlin, then came back to Kimmy. She stood up, lips pursed, brow lowered. Kimmy took her face in her left hand and pinched her cheeks, pooching out Amy’s lips.

Devlin grumbled behind them. “This is so fucking hot. Keep going.”

Kimmy turned to Devlin. To the camera, to josh watching this at some future moment, and smiled. Devlin filmed them, holding up her phone, his other hand stroking his massive cock.

Kimmy flicked the belt between Amy’s legs, smacking her pussy, and Amy buckled. She pushed Amy back by her face and Amy slumped to sit on the bed, her hands clamped between her thighs. Her eyes were alive and electric; anger slithered there, but something else as well. It was hard to pinpoint, and the best word Kimmy could summon was ‘engaged.’ Amy was into this. Amy wanted this. Amy delighted in sin just like Devlin. And just like Kimmy, too.

Devlin said, “Make her stand up again.”

Kimmy slapped the belt across her palm. “You want me to punish her more. You want to see me work between her legs?”

Amy bit her lower lip and tilted up her chin.

Kimmy held the point of Amy’s chin and looked down on her. “Apologize. Apologize and I’ll go easy on you.”

Amy chuckled, licked her lips, then pulled her face away from Kimmy’s touch. She shrugged her shoulders, hands still clamped between her thighs to protect her pussy. “Sorry,” she said.

“Not to me,” Kimmy said, stepping away and pointing toward Devlin, jerking his horse cock and recording them on their phone. “Apologize to Josh.”

Amy scoffed, lowering her lids and showing a sleepy, disinterested look. Kimmy pulled back the belt like this time she would strike Amy across the face.

Amy laughed and recoiled, putting up her hands to protect herself. “Fine, fine,” she said, chuckling. She faced the camera and shook out her bob, fixing her face to an expression of mock empathy. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Josh,” Amy said, her tone convincing, Then she smiled and cocked her head. “I’m a real bitch.”

Devlin laughed, loving every minute of this. Kimmy turned to see him turning her phone to record his own cock, hard end huge, wagging between his legs. The first fist length shone with his pre-come, and a long sticky strand swung from the tip. “Can you fucking believe this, Josh. Can you fucking believe it? Look at these two. They’re so fucking hot I can’t stand it.” He turned the camera to record his face. “You want to watch me fuck them?” He turned to the dresser and placed the phone on it, the camera angled toward the bed. 

Now he faced Kimmy and Amy, sexual intent flaring in his eyes. “Poor Josh can’t even imagine what happens when he’s not around. We’re going to show him.” He turned to the camera, his manhood swinging, saying, “You can’t even satisfy one of them, Josh. You can’t satisfy your own wife. You’re going to watch me fuck them both.”