Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 02

The Prisoner Dilemma 2

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 2

I can't believe this is happening. It started out like any other day, then, with one ring of the doorbell, my entire world has been turned upside down. I was about to get laid, and now I'm standing alone in my living room while my wife is in the bedroom with her ex-husband, doing who knows what. Or maybe nothing is happening at all. Did she figure out some clever way to distract him from his intention to bed her?

Despite the nausea I'm feeling, I sneak down the hall and stop outside the closed bedroom door. His voice is distinct, and I have no trouble making out what he's saying.

"Remember this? You've missed it, haven't you?"

There's a girlish giggle, and it's like a knife in my heart. It's harder to make out, but I think I hear her say: "You have no idea how much. Do you want me to suck it?"

She didn't have to make suggestions like that. I try to remember if she ever offered to suck my dick, but all I can come up with is memories of me begging her to put it in her mouth.

"Nah, I got plenty of that in lockup. What I couldn't get was pussy. Pull those shorts down and show me what I've been thinking about for the past five years."

There's another giggle. "I'm going to take this off, too, if you don't mind."

"Don't mind at all. I can't remember the last time I saw some naked titties. You're still a true slut, aren't you?"

"No," she argues playfully. "I'm a good girl now. I'm married, I have a nice house, and I live in a respectable neighborhood."

"In other words, your life is boring as shit."

"It was... then you showed up. Fuck, you're so hard."

"It's all for you, babe. You're the only thing I've been thinking about. Now lie back and spread those legs for me... wider. Damn, you're going to make me cum before I even get started."

"It wouldn't be the first time, would it? But, just in case you do, you remember where I want you to finish, right?"

"In your whore mouth. You're just as nasty as ever. You might have people around here fooled into thinking you're a proper suburban lady, but I know you better than that."

"And I know you better hurry up and stick it in me before my cunt dries up over here waiting for some real cock while you jabber away!"

"Sorry. After all this time, I can't believe this is actually happening."

"Well, it better happen soon before my husband busts in here and kicks your ass." They both get a good laugh out of that. I feel my blood boil, but I know I'm completely helpless to do anything about it. Maybe Virginia was right - just give him what he wants and get it over with, then he'll be out of our life forever. After all, it wasn't like he was a stranger to her. They'd been married for fuck sake. It's certainly coercion, but it isn't rape in the traditional sense of the word.

I lean in, putting my ear to the door. I don't like what is being said, but I like the silence even less. Should I at least open the door and ruin everything? All I can imagine is how much it would hurt to get punched in the face by a beast like Darius. I have to bide my time and hope for the best.

"Oh, God, yes! All the way... fill me up! Damn, I haven't felt anything like this in years. Fuck, yes! Give it to me!"

She isn't holding back. Virginia is really playing it up in there. I just hope her performance is convincing enough that Darius thinks she's actually into it. I don't want to find out what will happen if he realizes she's faking it all.

I try not to picture what the scene looks like in my bedroom right now. I am pretty sure Virginia is naked on our bed, lying on her back, legs spread wide. Darius probably just dropped his pants, and maybe he pulled off his shirt. He seems like the kind of guy who wants to show off his muscles. I'm in pretty good shape, maybe a little soft around the middle these days, but I'm not the kind to always want to put myself on display to be admired. I wonder if my old barbell set is still down in the basement, or if I gave it away after we moved. I can't remember.

"Oh, fuck! That's what I'm talking about!" Darius yells, apparently not caring if anyone can hear him. "Whose pussy is this?"

Virginia answers.

"I can't hear you," Darius says. "Whose, motherfucking, pussy is this?"

"It's yours! It's always been yours. It always will be. Fuck it! Fuck my slut pussy! Fuck it like you own it!"

I never heard her talk dirty like that before. She was always too shy to say that kind of stuff to me in bed. She is probably doing everything she can to make him hurry up and cum and bring things to a quick end. Smart girl. The only problem now is why the fuck is my dick so hard? My wife is in the next room getting pounded by another man, and I'm out here with an erection? What is that all about? I grab it through my pants, squeeze it tight, and try to listen.

"It's even better than I remember. You're so fucking tight."

"That's right. I made sure no one stretched me out. I kept it nice and tight for you, baby."

"Fuck yeah, you did, bitch."

I know I'm not the biggest guy out there, but she never complained about my size. As a matter of fact, she always said how much she likes my dick... not too big, and not too small... just right. Of course, she's not going to explain that to this neanderthal sex fiend. I had nothing to worry about. He would do his "business," leave, and things would go right back to normal. We might even be able to laugh about this someday.

I can hear the bed creaking under the force of the fucking, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh is clear. He's really putting it to her. She must be hating every second of it.

"I'm going to cum," he roars. There's no doubt that he is. I'm grateful that it's happening as quickly as it is. Just get it over with.

"You don't have a condom on?"

"Fuck that! I'm not pulling out, bitch."

"Fine then, do it! Cum inside me! Give me that big load of yours!"

That's when I realize that somewhere along the way I had gotten my dick out. I was absently stroking it without thinking, but upon hearing my wife talking like that, I start beating off like a madman. It's sick, I know, but she'd never been sexier to me. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm hot for her like never before - not even when we first got together. I would have to figure out what was going on with me, but not now. Right now I need to get off to the sound of my wife getting fucked hard. Harder than she'd ever let me do it. Maybe it's the idea that she's not putting any limits on what's going on that was exciting me so much. Something like that.

I hear Darius let out an animal howl of pleasure. That is surely him cumming. I can't stand the thought that he just came in my wife, but at the same time I'm on the verge of cumming myself.

"Don't stop! Keep going! I'm almost there... fuck me! Fuck my goddamn cunt!" She is really going above and beyond and laying it on thick. I suppose she has to soothe his ego and get him to think he made her orgasm for everything to be convincing. She can really put on a good show, but maybe a bit over the top. I know that's not how she sounds when she cums for real.

"Ooooh, fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Fuuuuck, yes!" she cries out as if she's lost all control.

It all goes quiet. I look down at the puddle of spunk in the cupped palm of my off-hand. Did I really just cum? The evidence is undeniable. I'm embarrassed and ashamed. How could I get off to the idea that another man is sexually violating my wife? It makes no sense.

"You know what I want now," he says, his voice softer but no less distinct. "Turn over and get on all fours. That's right, you know how I like it. Spread those pretty cheeks for me, whore."

"Go easy on me, I'm out of practice."

"Fuck that, bitch. You'll take what I give you and like it." I hear Virginia grunt, and can't help but wonder if he just shoved his cock in her ass or pussy. But she isn't into anal at all, so he must be doing her regular doggy style. Maybe I should just take a quick peek to be sure. Then again, I've got a handful of jizz that I have to do something about.

I hold up my pants and hurry to the kitchen to clean up the mess I made. I can't believe he's going for a second round so fast. How is he even still hard? I guess if I were in prison for five years, I could probably do the same if I wanted to.

I decide to leave them to it. Virginia seems to have everything under control. I'll have to trust her to do the right thing. If anyone can get us out of this debacle, it's her - my sweet, loving wife. I always admired her - and not just because she's easily the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, but because she's got a way that makes you want to be around her. Apparently, it had a stronger effect on Darius than anyone else. As much as I want to, I can't totally blame him. I'm crazy for her as well. She would be almost impossible to give up.

Before I know it, I'm back at the bedroom door, listening to him taking my wife from behind. Yeah, he's definitely doing her in the pussy. Small favors. I'd be able to tell if he was doing her in the ass. She'd be so pissed if he was fucking her like that and complaining up a storm. I'd hate to have to deal with her after that for the rest of the week.

I start to jerk off again, but my dick is limp. I pull on it, but it doesn't respond. Virginia's moans are mounting and getting louder. They sound almost genuine. I have no choice, I keep yanking at my flaccid cock, hoping it will recover soon. It doesn't feel great, but at least it's something.

I hear a loud smack. Did he just spank her butt? Oh, she's not going to like that! This guy has no idea what he's doing in there, the poor dumb bastard.

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