Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 03

Prisoner Dilemma 3

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 3

I tell myself for the tenth time that I need to walk away and stop listening at the door. Hearing what's going on in there is only going to make me crazy. I know it's all for show, but hearing my wife pretend like she's having one orgasm after another is hard to take. I'm surprised she can fake it so well.

After I blow my load for the second time that afternoon, I finally manage to tear myself away and go to the kitchen. But, even there, I can still hear her screams designed to fool our attacker into believing that she's having a good time. I go out onto the back deck, and I can only hear her if I really try. I need to clear my head.

I knew she wasn't a virgin when I married her. She'd definitely fucked other people, and I was okay with that. After all, so had I. Only two, granted, but that still wasn't nothing. I knew of Justin for sure, and always assumed there were others before him. My first wife was untouched when we got married, and that didn't turn out very well, so I liked the idea that Virginia had a history. I just never expected that history to come around and bite me in the ass quite like this.

She is my wife, no doubt about it, but I don't own her. I always understood the idea that someday she might want to fuck someone else, and there wasn't a whole hell of a lot I could do about it. It's always a possibility when you're with someone who's out of your league. All I can do is enjoy what I have and be grateful for the time I'm lucky enough to get with her.

But this is different. This is against her will. She's not the one seeking out someone else; she's being forced into this thing with her ex. He shows up out of the blue with all his big, lumpy muscles and demands that she submit to him just like when they were married. And anything I try to do about it will just end up with her getting hurt... or worse, me getting hurt.

Once he takes what he wants and leaves, we can go somewhere safe to hide, and then I can call the police to report what happened. He'll be back in prison before he knows what's going on. He probably already knows that and doesn't even care. He likely wants to go back to prison. The sick fuck. I hear someone in the kitchen and look. It's Darius, and he's naked. He notices me out the window and motions for me to come in. What the fuck does he want now?

I go in and close the sliding door behind me. I turn and am stunned by what I see. His cock is enormous. Even though it's hanging down and only half-hard, it's still way bigger than mine at its best. I don't even want to know what it looks like when he's all the way hard. What makes it worse is that it's all shiny, like it's wet. I have a sick feeling when I realize that his cock is wet with my wife's pussy juices. That son of a bitch. I glance toward the butcher block, calculating if I can get to a knife before he can stop me.

"Don't get any ideas, little man. There's no reason we can't be friends."

"Friends? Are you kidding?"

He gets a bottle of beer out of the refrigerator without even asking, and pops the top off with his beefy hand... and those aren't even screw tops. This guy is some kind of machine.

"Not at all. Sure, you stole my wife," he says and takes a swig. "But I can't blame you for that. A guy like you could never turn down a hot piece of ass like Virginia."

I hate that what he's saying is true. "A guy like me?" Why am I doing this to myself?

"Yeah, a nerd, no game, who couldn't get laid unless he paid for it."

"I never paid for it," I fire back defensively. "I was married before."

"To some frumpy, plain-Jane, with a fat, cheesy ass? And how did that work out for ya?"

"Divorced after four years."

"And she took half your shit, didn't she?" All I can do is nod, as I try not to keep looking at his huge schlong just dangling there all slick with Virginia's cum - or maybe it's lube. She often had to use lube when we did it, so it's probably just that.. "Okay, so you did end up paying for it, didn't you?" He takes another long pull on his beer - my beer. I can't argue with what he's saying.

"Yeah, but Virginia is different."

"Don't I know it?" He holds up his beer like he expects me to salute him back. "Oh, sorry, do you want a beer?" He opens the fridge and grabs a bottle, hands me the one he was drinking, and muscles the top off the new one for himself. Un-fucking-believable.

"Look, buddy, I know you're her husband now, and I'm cool with that. I had my chance and I blew it. How was I supposed to know the guy would die just because I smashed his stupid head into the pavement... a dozen times? That's what he got for eye-fucking my woman right in front of me. Dumb motherfucker." He drains half of his new bottle and considers me with a serious look, then smiles. "But I like you. You know the score. You'd be happy if a woman like Virginia was even willing to piss on you, right? Yeah, you got money, but you can't buy what she has, can you?"

"N.. no, I guess not."

"Damn right you can't." He clinks his bottle to mine as if he just made some kind of toast. Darius drinks, but I don't. He doesn't seem to notice, or care. "I don't want to keep her waiting, so... good talk." He drains the rest of his beer, slams the bottle down on the counter, grabs his dick, and heads for the bedroom. Before he's out of the kitchen, he turns and says: "By the way, I need a place to crash, so I'll be bunking down here tonight. The couch is yours if you want it. Oh, and if you get a chance, could you run out and pick up some Gatorade? Arctic Blitz if they got it. She's gonna need to replenish those electrolytes, if you know what I mean."

He's so full of crap. She never needed electrolytes before. The guy is delusional. But we did need butter and more paper towels, so I had to go to the store anyway. And where does he get off "letting" me sleep on my own couch like he's doing me some kind of favor? It will all be over soon enough, I remind myself. I take a deep breath, and hear the screaming start up again in the bedroom. Yeah, a run to the store sounds pretty good right about now.

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I get back from the store, and as soon as I walk in, I hear Virginia's moans. Only it's not coming from the bedroom. I walk into the living room and Darius is there, with Virginia bent over the sofa, and he's fucking her from behind. They're both very sweaty, and both very naked.

"What the fuck?" I say without thinking.

"Oh, hey, little buddy. Sorry, we broke the bed, had to move things out here. You cool with that?" He thrusts his big cock into her hard, and she lets out a yelp. I can't tell if it's from pain or pleasure.

"Virginia, are you okay?" I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer.

"It's fine, honey. I'm all right." He slams into her again, and it takes her a moment before she can speak again. "Just go into the other room and we'll be done soon, I promise."

"No, honey, stay right where you are. I want you to see this. I want you to watch your woman get what she really needs. What she wants more than anything. Isn't that right, baby?" He begins ramming himself into her like a jackhammer. She cries out in shock.

"Virginia?"

She turns her head and looks at me. Her watery eyes are saying she's sorry. There's nothing she can do. Another knife in my heart. I don't know how much of this I can take. I hate that I'm jealous of him. Not just because he's fucking my wife, but because of that damned body of his. Watching him in action makes it clear what a physical specimen he is. The Greek gods would be envious.

I don't have a gay bone in my body, but I can't help but admire his masculine form. The lines of his broad shoulders and strong back, his muscular thighs, and those sculpted arms. The tattoos everywhere only enhance it all somehow. He is everything I ever dreamed of being, physically and sexually. Maybe if I spent five years in prison, I would come out looking like him.

"No," Virginia whimpers. "Don't make him stay... I don't want him to see me like this. Uuuggghh... God... please..."

"Hear that, buddy? She doesn't think you can handle it. But you can, right? You know you can't give her what she needs. But you want her to be happy, don't you? You want to see what she looks like when she's being truly pleasured. Something you've never been able to see before." He grabs her hips and violently jams his massive cock into her over and over again.

She doesn't make any noise as he does this. I figure she should at least be pretending that she likes it to keep up appearances. But I have to trust she knows what she's doing. "How do you like that, my bitch?" he growls not letting up on her.

"I... love... it..." she says, her body jolting with each manful thrust. "So... deep..."

"What about your husband, over here? I'm sure he gives it to you like this, doesn't he?"

"No... never... oh, God..."

"Sorry about that, buddy." He looks over at me with that wolfish grin of his. "Hey, is that a little bulge in your pants? Or are you just happy to see me? Ha, ha! Go ahead, take it out."

"What?"

"You heard me, peckerhead, get your dick out. I know you want to jerk off to this. I know I would."

"No... please, don't..." Virginia moans, unable to put much conviction behind her words.

"It's no big deal. We'd do it all the time in the joint. We didn't have no porn so we had to make it ourselves. One guy would turn out the new meat, and we'd all gather around and beat off to it. Good fun. Go ahead, I like an audience. Pull your dick out... now!"

It's embarrassing, but what choice do I have? I pull it out, and they can both see I'm as hard as I can be. I know I shouldn't be, but Virginia looks so damned hot. I've never seen her naked in the living room before, and the sweat is making her body look all slick and glossy. The way her flesh jiggles every time he bangs home is mesmerizing. Anyone would get hard seeing that.

"It's okay, sweetie," she assures me, breathless. "Just do what he says. Jerk off for us... let me see you stroke it... you can do it..."

I don't know if she really means it or not, but I have to listen to her. I take my dick in my hand and start jacking it. Darius glances over and laughs.

"There you go, buddy. You know how to have a good time. Go ahead and drop your pants. Get naked with us. Let's have some real fun."

Did he want me to join them? I feel the panic rise. I've never even considered a threesome in my life. I didn't think such a thing was possible, and if I did, it certainly wouldn't be with another guy. I was just lucky to get one girl, much less two. But this wasn't my thing... not at all.

I just stood there pulling on my prick as I watched my wife getting fucked. Darius is so big that his body eclipses most of hers. I get a quick glimpse of one of her tits when she lurches forward with each thrust. Even that is good enough for me. I know getting turned on by this, by any of it, is wrong. My wife is being forced to suffer through an ordeal, and no matter how good she looks doing it, there is no way I should even consider getting off on it.

"It's okay, darling. I'm doing this for us," she says as if she were reading my mind. "Do whatever you have to do. I love you."

"Awww, ain't that sweet?" Darius says mockingly, and slaps her ass... hard. She yips at that, but otherwise keeps taking his relentless pounding. "That's right, darling, do what you gotta do. If you want, come over here and blast it in her mouth."

"She doesn't like that," I say, sounding more meek about it than I intended.

"Since when did you stop swallowing loads, bitch?"

"I... I never... liked it..." she tells him.

"Alright then. Go ahead and blow your load all over her face. How'd you like that, slut?"

"Fuck you," she snaps. "He knows better than that. He's a gentleman, unlike you."

I am worried Darius is going to pull out and come punch me in the head. I cringe in anticipation of his retaliation for her insolence. Instead, he just chuckles.

"It must be so hot for you to be railed by a gentleman with such a dainty, little wee wee."

I didn't like hearing that at all. But I had to keep my emotions in check. He is just trying to get a rise out of me. I'm not going to take the bait. He turns his attention back to my wife. Darius spreads her butt cheeks, exposing her asshole. She must be hating that! He spits on it and inserts one of his thick thumbs into her ass. She moans in response. Okay, now she's back in the game. Let him think he's some kind of stud, and he'll go away happy. That's the goal.

"I'm almost ready to cum," he announces and turns to me. "But you go first."

"Go?"

"Get over here. I want to see you cum in your wife's face, little man. I want to see your jizz all over this stuck-up bitch's pretty smile. I don't cum until you do. Got it?"

I kind of always wanted to give Virginia a facial. It looks like a lot of fun in the porn I like to watch. But it's so rude. I know she'd hate it, so I never even tried. This could be my chance. I didn't like the idea that Darius would be right there watching me... but I guess it should bother me more that his cock would be buried in my wife's pussy while he did. I go over and stand where I could shoot it onto her face if I had to. She did tell me to do whatever he says...

She looks at me as she takes one hard thrust after another. Her jaw is tight, and her eyes are flinty. That look alone is almost enough to make me go soft. She sighs and gives me a slight nod. I have her permission. I'm finally going to get to do it! I wouldn't exactly say cumming on her face is a dream of mine, but I do fantasize about it quite often when I'm beating off. I never expected that I would be grateful for this home invasion, but at least, in this one way, it's paying off.

"That's right, Matty, give it to her. She wants it. Stroke that baby dick of yours like you mean it. Give it to her!"

"Go ahead, baby, cum on my face. Do it." Virginia whispers, like one of the ASMR girls I cum to so often.

As awful as it is, the anticipation is too much for me. I feel my orgasm coming on fast, and instead of worrying about it, I just let it go and pump my wad directly onto her face. My cum jets out with more force than it has since I was a teenager. It hits her in the forehead, higher than I expected. The next spurt lays down a glob of spunk across her nose. And the last two, I deposit on her cheek and lips. I'm going to be in trouble for messing with her makeup, but it feels fantastic.

"That's the way to do it!" Darius yells, startling me. He pulls out and blasts his load all over Virginia's back. There's so much of it! I didn't think it was possible for a man to cum that much. It's insane. He rubs his hard-on between her cheeks, milking out the last of his orgasm. I don't want to look, but I have to. I can't believe that cock actually fit into my wife's pussy. Poor thing.

Virginia doesn't move. Usually, as soon as we finish, she's up and done. I guess there are different rules when it comes to her ex. She's just waiting there dutifully, with cum running down her face, and covering her bare, sweaty back. She is more beautiful than I've ever seen her.

"Okay, time for a shower," Darius pronounces, spanks Virginia's butt with a few slaps of his hog, and gives her a pinch for good measure. "Let's go," he says.

"I'll, ah, be there in a minute," Virginia tells him.

He looks at me with suspicion, then smiles. "Sure. You two probably have a lot to talk about. I'm sure he probably wants to lick my nut off your back, don't you?" He nods, looking us both over. I feel even more naked when he does that. "Don't take too long, babe." He leans in and kisses her, not caring that some of my cum is on her lips. I don't know what that's about, but he is heading toward the shower, and that's what matters at the moment.

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As soon as he's out of earshot, Virginia turns to me with a pained expression. "I'm so sorry... for all of this."

"It's not your fault," I say, gripping her hands in mine.

"Oh, but it is. I'm the one who married him. I'm the reason he came into our lives like this. It's all my fault." It's almost impossible to focus on her words with my cum running down her face and dripping onto her naked tits. I get my discarded t-shirt and hand it to her. She nods and cleans her face off. I should have waited a bit longer, but too late now.

"Well, that doesn't matter," I tell her. "The only thing I care about is that I love you and I want us to get through this... together... and alive." I move to hug her, then remember that her back is still coated with another man's semen. I put my hand on her shoulder and squeeze it to reassure her.

"I don't know what else to do. He just wants to keep doing it non-stop. I don't think I can take much more."

"He is really big, isn't he? That can't feel good."

She hesitates before responding. "No, you're right. It hurts. And he's so rough with me. Not like you... gentle and loving."

"I don't even know how you ended up with an animal like him in the first place."

"He wasn't always like this. Prison changed him. But I guess he was always like he is and just hid it better. That's why I picked you." She kisses me. I can't get the idea that he just kissed those lips out of my head. "You're the exact opposite of him, and I didn't want that in my life anymore. I wanted someone who would treat me good and who wasn't afraid to share his feelings with me."

"Someone with a smaller dick," I grouse, unfairly.

She comes and sits on the couch next to me. "Well... yes, but that's why I always tell you that yours is just perfect for me. Size does matter, but there's such a thing as too big. You believe me, don't you?"

What else can I do? "Of course," I tell her, resisting the urge to play with her aroused nipples. Now is not the time for that.

"You never mentioned before that Justin was black," I point out, not that it should mean anything.

"Only half. His mom was white."

"White women love the dark meat, don't they?" I was talking about his mom, but then realize it can also apply to Virginia. I hope she doesn't pick up on that.

"Don't be so racist," she scolds me. "But... there is a... certain appeal. I don't know. I never really thought about it, but I have to go... he's waiting for me."

"You never let me take showers with you," I say, maybe sounding a bit too petulant. Again, not the right time, but I can't help myself. "Maybe after all this is done, we can give it a try?"

"I don't think so. I like my privacy. Forcing me to shower with him was always his thing. Doing that with you would only remind me of him. We don't want that, do we?"

"No, I guess not," I concede.

She smiles and gives me another kiss. Her hand finds my cock as she does. "Oh, my, you're still mostly hard," she observes. "That's something new."

"Yeah, sorry, I've just never been so hot for you as I am right now."

"That's so sweet. But hold that thought." She gives my balls an affectionate jiggle. "We're not out of the woods yet. I'm going to have to let him fuck me some more before this is all over. I hate it so much, but we have no choice."

"Thanks for doing this... for us."

"I know it must be difficult for you, but at least you got to cum on my face like you always wanted."

"I never..." I begin, but the lie dies before I can even get it out. She knows me too well. "I appreciate it, even though I know you're not into that kind of filth."

"It seemed to get him off quicker, so it was worth it just to get all that over with." She stands, and her bush is right in front of my face. I love that bush so much. Nice and full, but trimmed around the edges into a nearly perfect triangle. It represents her womanly sexuality like nothing else could. I'm tempted to go in and give her a lick, but then remember that Darius has been fucking and cumming in that pussy all day. "Would you like to join us in the shower?"

"Uh... I don't think so."

"Maybe you'd like to come in the bathroom and watch? I'd feel safer if you were there."

I'd seen enough, but I couldn't say no to her. "Okay, if it will help. I just don't want to make him mad or anything."

"Are you kidding? You saw how much he loves having an audience. He's sick like that." She takes my hand and gets me to stand. "C'mon, let's see if we can get you all the way hard again." With a wink, she leads me to the master bath by the dick.

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