Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 04

Prisoner Dilemma 4

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 4

The shower is running when we walk in. Darius is standing at the mirror flexing and admiring himself. I can't help but do a bit of admiring myself... of him, not me. Virginia presses herself against him from behind, her hands caressing his pecs and abs lustily. Her fingers trace the wingspan of his impressive eagle tattoo splayed across his chest. All I can do is stand there feeling inadequate. I look down at my pasty, white body. No pecs, no abs, no ink. I dont have man-boobs yet, but I fear that one day soon I will. And it's not like I'm fat, but there's just enough padding around my middle that any six-pack I might have is well-insulated.

"Hey, foxy lady," he says, enjoying her intimate touch. She is a foxy lady, there's no doubt, but if I said something like that to her she'd probably just laugh. With a body like his, he can get away with saying, or doing, just about anything. Her hand slides down and grips his thick cock. He's not even hard and he's still bigger than most men. It's just not fair. A thug like him blessed with such a gift as that. I probably wouldn't even know what to do with a cock that size if I had one.

"I think we need to get you cleaned up, you dirty little bitch." He turns, and they kiss. It almost looks like she wants it. Lucky for us, she is hiding her revulsion for him well. "And, speaking of little bitches, what's he doing here?" Darius is obviously referring to me. I hold my tongue and grind my teeth, but don't dare say anything.

"He said he wants to watch. Maybe he can pick up a few pointers."

"Is that it, buddy? You want to learn from a pro? Maybe find a way to satisfy this woman with that thing you call a dick? Keep dreaming." He ushers her into the shower, and they don't close the curtain. It's going to get the floor all wet, but that's the last thing I need to be worrying about.

They begin by soaping each other up. The lather looks good on them. For me, it would only highlight my physical flaws and shortcomings. I really had to fix that. I'm going to start seriously working out tomorrow. My cock gets as hard as it can get with the two of them feeling each other up in front of me, and it's pulsing to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I can't help it. I know that's my wife being sexually abused, but it's like having my very own porno playing out live right in front of me. I hate it, but I can't take my eyes off of the action. I can feel the jealousy roiling inside me, but it's overwhelmed by the arousal I feel at seeing her getting so much pleasure... or, at least, appearing to.

She turns her back to him and sets her feet as wide apart in the tub as she can. She leans forward, bracing her hands on the wall. Her invitation is clear. Darius braces up behind her, swipes the head of his huge, hard member up and down her soapy ass crack, then zeroes in on her pussy and eases into it... all the way. Fuck that looks nice.

I shouldn't, but I have to. I seize my dick and start jerking it. It's too sexy not to. He's going to be gone soon, and I won't be able to see this again. I've got to enjoy it while I can. How is it possible that I'm even thinking like this? I should be angry, disgusted, and outraged by what's happening. The last thing I should be is turned on by seeing my wife getting fucked by another man. I try to let go of my dick, but I can't - I have to keep stroking.

Listening to them do it was bad enough, but actually seeing it should be even worse. But, somehow, it's better than I would have thought. Virginia never looked sexier. And I've never seen that look on her face before. Maybe I wasn't paying enough attention when we were making love, but it's an expression of pure ecstasy. I have to question what she told me earlier. It doesn't look like it hurts, and she sure appears to be able to take it just fine... in fact, she is taking it rather well from what I can see.

And there I stand, with my dick in my hand, beating off to the scene of my wife getting banged hard from behind by this man. This handsome specimen of a man with a cock that I can only dream about. Each of his brutal thrusts is punctuated by a guttural grunt from Virginia. A sound I'd never heard her make before. It's galling, but understandable. I can't get enough of seeing her tits bounce like that. The water and the suds only make it that much more erotic.

"Fuck her," I hear myself mutter. They both look at me, surprised. I'm shocked myself. I have to double down. "Fuck her hard!" I say louder. Darius grins and nods in approval of my outburst. He begins putting it to her faster and harder. My hand, likewise, moves faster on my erection.

"That's right," Virginia moans, "fuck me... fuck me hard! Give it to me. I need that cock... my cunt needs it!"

I don't like hearing her say that, but it is hot as fuck. Just the idea that she could be that turned on is arousing beyond anything I've ever known. It doesn't matter if it's just pretend - so is porn - it's still fun to watch. It's almost like it's somehow not real - it's just a fantasy... an incredibly sexy fantasy that I get to watch play out for real. I love it!

I suddenly stop jerking. I don't really love this... do I? Virginia pushes back into him, taking his manful thrusts like a practiced whore. I hear her moan. I see the euphoric look on her face. She's lost in his cock. She's not faking. That's real pleasure. She's getting off on this.

I should be infuriated by that, but I'm not. Just the opposite. I begin beating off even harder. I always knew she was a sexual creature, but I had no idea how deep it went. I could never shake the feeling she was always holding something back with me, and now I can see that Virginia wants sex, and this is the kind of sex that she wants. A kind of sex I can't give her.

I feel sick to my stomach, but at the same time, I'm thrilled for her. I want her to be happy. I want her to get all the pleasure that she wants... that she deserves. If I can't give it to her, then I still want her to have it. Even if it means giving her up briefly to this sex animal intent on using her for his own selfish ends. As long as she gets what she needs, that's what counts.

"I'm going to cum!" I yell out. I didn't mean to - I shouldn't have. They both look at me confused, then Virginia smiles. She's so beautiful.

"Go ahead, darling. I want to see it. Cum for me. Let me watch you squirt."

"Get it done, little man," Darius chimes in. "Show us what you got."

I never had an audience quite like this before. Now I see why he's into being watched. It's invigorating like nothing else. Virginia stares intently at my cock and licks her lips. That sends me over the top and I fire a rope of splooge out of my dick that almost makes it to the tub. It comes along with a primal grunt from me, unlike any sound I've ever made before. It feels liberating to just let loose in front of gawking witnesses.

"Oh, nice," Virginia declares. "That looks so good. Now give me your cum," she says to the man ramming her mercilessly from behind. "Fill me up... cum inside me... I want it... cream in me! Do it!"

She really does want it. It doesn't make sense how much that turns me on, but seeing her begging like that is beyond arousing. I drop to my knees and just watch it happen. His body heaves, and he pounds into her. Virginia's ass undulates with each punishing thrust, but she takes it like a champ. I didn't even know she was capable of handling that much force. I was always so gentle with her, so careful. Now I see that I didn't need to be. Not at all.

"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Make me cum! Fuck that pussy! Make me cum, you motherfucker!" She goes silent and balls up her fists. Something is going on. Something I've never seen before. She slams her fist against the wall of the shower and screams. It's a scream of release, filled with unadulterated bliss. A scream that defies all rationality. She's lost her mind.

Then, through gritted teeth, Darius signals his climax. "Here it comes, baby. Here's what you want. Get ready! Uuuughhh! Yes! Fuck you, bitch. Take it! Take it all!"

Virginia does take it. A small, satisfied smile graces her lips. Her eyes open and lock onto mine. Strangely, I see gratitude there. It's like she's thanking me for something. Something I couldn't give her myself. It's supremely gratifying, and yet profoundly disturbing at the same time.

Darius smacks her on the ass yet again, leaving a bright, pink hand print on her wet, soapy cheek. "That should hold you for at least an hour or so, slut."

How can he talk to her like that? So disrespectful.

She just smiles real big and practically purrs. "Not even close, stud. Don't make me wait that long... unless you can't get it up for me again so soon."

"You know that's not a problem, whore. I'll tell you what, go to the bedroom and put on something sexy. Something special that he got for you. I want to see you the way he wants to see you."

Virginia bites her lower lip and nods obediently. "If that's what you want," she says in her most submissive voice. I can't tell if she's putting on an act for him, or for me. I'm beginning to lose track of where things really are with her.

Virginia towels off and leaves. It's just me and Darius. And that insanely big cock of his. I glance down at my shrivelled weiner and hate myself. I can't stop admiring this guy's tool. I thought that kind of cock was only in porn, but I couldn't deny what was right in front of me. The badass tiger tattoo that wraps around his right thigh should distract me, but that cock was the star of the show.

"You want to suck it, don't you?" he says.

"No!" I protest... too loudly.

"Hey, no judgment here, buddy. Before I went into the can, I had no interest in cock. Just like you. But, after a few years, you gotta do something. A mouth is a mouth, and so you give in just a little. Next thing you know you're plowing some dude's ass and it's almost as good as any pussy you had on the outside. No shame in that game, my guy. Y'know, gay for the stay." He strokes himself, and I actually consider what it would be like to put that monster in my mouth.

"I... I don't think so. I'm not like that..." I say, wondering if he can tell I'm not entirely sure about that.

"Just so you know, it tastes like your wife's pussy right now." He turns off the water and waggles his still hard cock toward me. I can't admit to him hw tempting it is. I'm not gay in any way whatsoever, but would it really be gay to just suck it a little? Who would ever know? And it would just be to taste her pussy. I love how her pussy tastes.

"I... um... thanks, but I'll pass." I'm very conscious of how much my dick has has gone limp and is just dangling there all disappointing and small.

"Okay, your loss. Let me know when you change your mind," he says, as if he knows at some point I'm going to ask to suck his big dick. Arrogant bastard.

"I don't think so," I say, doing my best to make it clear that I'm not into that.

"If you say so. She's probably waiting for me. I'm going to go take care of her. You can come and watch if you like."

"No.. no thanks. I think I've seen enough."

"I doubt it, but okay. Have a good night. I know I will." He grabs a towel and heads for the bedroom. I use some toilet paper to clean off the end of my flaccid, cummy dick, and go lie down on the sofa. I don't want to think about it, but I can't stop myself. I actually liked watching her getting fucked. I got off on it. As horrible as it made me feel, it was also the best orgasm I'd ever had. It makes no sense.

Virginia comes out into the living room. She is wearing a white teddy negligee with a peek-a-boo bra and crotchless panties. She never looked sexier.

"I got you that for our first anniversary," I say, and instantly begin getting hard again. I hadn't seen her wear that since the night I gave it to her. It was fantastic... she is fantastic.

"You remembered? I added the stockings and the garter. What do you think?"

"I think it's sexy as hell. Especially with the high heels."

"I'm glad to hear it." She comes and sits on the sofa where I'm lying naked. Virginia runs her hand over my body, and down to my penis. She plays with it, tugging on it affectionately. "Are you okay?" she asks, her concern sincere.

"Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?"

"I know this can't be easy for you. With Justin and what he's doing. That you have to see me doing what I'm doing. It must be awful."

"Just the opposite actually," I tell her, no point in not being honest. "I'm... kind of into it."

"Oh, you can't be serious. You don't expect me to believe you're into seeing me getting violated by my ex-husband this way. I'm your wife, for God's sake. You're into seeing me getting fucked by another man? That's insane."

"It is, I agree. At first, I was pissed and I wanted to kill the guy, but..." I can't help but wonder if she is going to suck my dick now that it's hard again. "But, I don't know, once I got used to the idea, it is... well, it's pretty hot. Seeing you having sex, that is."

"So, you're saying you're enjoying watching me getting raped?"

"Oh, please. I saw the look on your face when he was doing you in the shower. You were loving it. And so was he."

"Of course he was." She's upset but trying to contain herself. "I have to make it look good so he doesn't go crazy and kill both of us. You have no idea what he's capable of."

"You're not that good of an actress, my dear. Those orgasms were real. It's okay, you don't have to lie to me."

She sits in silence, weighing her options. "Okay, yes, I admit that he makes me cum. It's just that it's been so long since I've had a man do that to me... I just... oh, never mind."

"Wait, what are you saying? You cum every time we fuck... right?"

Virginia sighs, and I have that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach again. "Not really. You say I'm not a good actress, but you couldn't tell I've been faking it most of the time."

"Oh, shit." My world does another huge flip-flop. What is she even saying? "So, are you telling me you've never had an orgasm with me?"

"No, of course I have. But mostly just when you go down on me. You're so good at that, you truly are. That's the thing, Justin never did that for me. It's part of what made me fall in love with you. Every time you eat me out, I cum, and it's so good."

I should just take the win and let it go, but I can't. "So... when we do it? Then..."

"Nothing. I mean, it feels good, don't get me wrong, but it's just, I don't know, not enough..."

"So I never made you cum with my cock?"

"Not exactly, sometimes, when I play with my clit while we do it, I get off."

"Yeah, but that's just you masturbating while my dick's inside you."

"What difference does it make? I love you, I love being with you, and I'm happy with our sex life."

"But you're happier with Darius, or Justin, or whoever the fuck he is, and his huge dong," I grumble.

"It's not that," she argues, exasperated. "It's just... okay, yes, he has a big cock and I guess I missed it more than I thought. It feels good. There's nothing I can do about that. It's got nothing to do with you. You're the one I want, not him."

"But as soon as we're done with this conversation, you're going to go to him and let him fuck you for the rest of the night and you're going to cum all over that stupidly large cock of his."

She thinks about that and at least has the decency to look guilty about it. Virginia then holds her head up and looks at me defiantly. "I am. And, I'm sorry to say, I'm looking forward to it. I hate him for doing this to us, but I love that cock of his. I love the way it stretches me, and the way he takes possession of me when he's fucking my pussy. He reminds me that I'm a woman... a woman that he can't live without. I haven't known that kind of passion for a long time."

"I can't live without you," I explain, and it sounds pathetic when I say it.

"Okay, whatever. It seems to me that you can live just fine watching me getting banged like I'm some kind of porn star and jacking off to it like a horny little monkey. I saw the way you came just now in the bathroom. I've never seen you so excited before. And I certainly never saw you cum that much, or shoot that far!"

"It was only because I could tell how much satisfaction you were getting out of it. I was seeing him give you something I never could. I'm ashamed of myself as a man, but it's a thrill to see you getting that kind of pleasure from sex. And... and I don't want to take that away from you."

She lets go of my dick and I give up on the idea of a blowjob. "So, what does that mean? You just want me to perform for you as your own personal porn act until he goes away? You're just going to hang around and let him have me however he wants while you stand by and jack off?"

"It doesn't sound good when you put it like that." This isn't a conversation I want to have, and not one I ever thought I would have to deal with. What makes it worse is I'm too distracted by her barely veiled tits in that nightie to think straight. It's all I can do to not just start jerking off to her right there on the spot. What is wrong with me?

"Then how would you put it?"

"I don't know... I think we should try to make the best of it. Now that I know you're enjoying it more than I realized, that makes it okay for you. And, now that I admitted I'm enjoying it more than I expected, I think we're kind of on the same page here. Maybe we pretend like we're some kind of swingers and doing a kinky role-play with him. Everybody gets what they want that way."

"That's stupid," she huffs and goes silent. I hold my breath, knowing how she always rejects whatever I say at first, but then usually comes around to seeing things my way. Her hand once again finds its way to my erection. This is a good sign. "But... I guess it makes some sense. We still have a lot to talk about, but for now I'm going to keep fucking him. Just be warned, I'm not going to hold back anymore."

"This has been you holding back? Holy fuck." I feel her give my dick a threatening squeeze.

"If you want to get off to it all, then go ahead. Just know that once I start encouraging him he's going to go places you might not be ready for. Are you sure you want to take us down this road? There's no going back."

I wasn't, but I couldn't admit that after everything I'd said. "I'm sure. As long as we're on that road together, then I'll go anywhere with you."

"Okay, then. You've been warned." She leans over and kisses me on the lips. I can feel the love and the tenderness there. She might like his cock, but she loves me. That's what really matters more than anything."

"I've got to go fuck some more." She stands, straightens out her negligee, and pinches her nipples so they poke up nicely through the peek-a-boo openings. "I'll leave the door open a crack if you want to watch us going at it." She takes off her panties and drops them on my face. "Something to remember me by."

With that, she sashays off toward the bedroom. I watch her gorgeous ass as she goes, longing for her in a way I hadn't since we first got married. She is a whole new woman, and I had to have her. As my consolation, I sniff her panties. They are intoxicating.

The smell of her pussy is strong. I always loved her pussy smell and would go down on her for hours if she let me. I start jerking off, but then stop myself. I don't want to get off to her panties when the real thing is just a few doors away. Besides, I think I can smell his jizz as part of the mix. I never smelled another man's cum before. There's a revulsion there, but I have to acknowledge that it's an intellectual revulsion and not a physical one. What does that mean?

Did I actually like the idea that his cum is leaking out of my wife's pussy and soaking into her panties? It's unthinkable, but somehow arousing. Enough so that I take another sniff, looking for that distinct odor of semen. And there it is. That's his cum... after it's been in my wife's pussy. I can't help myself, and start jacking again. That's when I hear Virginia's moans coming from the bedroom. That was fast.

I sneak to the bedroom door. The door is open a crack, just as she had promised, and the lights are on inside. She never let me leave the lights on. She probably wanted them off so it would be easier for her to think of her exhusband while she was fucking me. I peek in and see them going at it. It's galling in a whole new way after our talk, but I have to watch. I have to see this. I need to see my wife get off... for real.

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