Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 05

Prisoner Dilemma 5

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 5

They go late into the night. It doesn't seem possible. How can two people fuck that much? I can't even stay awake, and the only thing I've been doing all day is whacking off. I jerk off one more time to the sight of my wife humping his cock. From the angle I'm at, I can see her asshole as she rides him up and down. It's a natural work of art. I'd caught glimpses of her pretty butthole before, but never really got a chance to study it. The more I see, the more I love her.

But now that I'm shooting blanks, I decide it's time to pack it in. As I'm slinking back to the sofa, I hear his tell-tale bellow. He just came again. How can it be that he's not shooting blanks after the day he's had? Or maybe he is. Unlikely...

I collapse and instantly fall asleep.

I wake up with a hard-on. And it's sore. My dick hasn't felt like that since I was a teenager and I wasn't able to control myself. There was that one time I got a peek down Mrs. Walinski's blouse. I was sore for days after that. I open my eyes and see Darius walk out of the bedroom.

He's naked, as usual. I can't help but admire the flaming skull tattoo on his upper arm, the one with the dagger through it. So badass. The quality is too good to be a prison tat, although he has a few of those, too. Darius must have gotten that before he went away. He doesn't appear to have morning wood, but his penis is so big it's impossible to tell for sure. I've got to stop looking at his fucking cock!

"Monrin', buddy. Have a good night?" He says as he passes.

"It sounded like you did," I comment wryly - coming across more jealous than accusatory.

"Slept like a baby... after fucking Virginia unconscious. That chick can really go the distance, can't she?"

"I guess so," I allow. I can't even count the number of times she rejected my advances with the "I'm too tired" excuse. She certainly wasn't too tired last night to let him fuck her for the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth time that day!

"Where'd you put that Gatorade? I need something to keep me going."

"In the fridge. Hey, maybe you can think about taking the day off. What about that?"

"Are you kidding? You know how long I've been waiting for this. I'm driving this thing until the wheels fall off. Wouldn't you?"

"I suppose I would." I sigh and wonder if Virginia would rather I just leave and give them some privacy. Not that I want to, but I don't think I can deal with them doing it all day again. Although, I'd hate to miss anything. Even with my sore dick, I want to know exactly what's going on.

Darius comes back with his Gatorade and gulps down half of it in one go. "Ah, that's good," he announces. "By the way, you and me gotta talk. Don't let me forget. There's some things we need to figure out." He finishes off the bottle of Gatorade and tosses the empty into the kitchen carelessly. "You have stuff to make pancakes? Of course you do. How 'bout you make us some pancakes and we can all have breakfast in bed."

His dick starts to rise. I can't take my eyes off of it. In no tim, e it's all the way hard and standing straight up like a magnificent edifice of flesh and blood. It's a goddamned a magic trick. "That's my cue. The big dog smells some ripe pussy. She must be awake. Nothing quite like morning sex, is there, Matty? And don't forget to bring us some nice cold milk. Gotta have that milk for strong bones, am I right?" He grabs his boner to emphasize his point.

"Right," I murmur as I watch him stride off to bang my wife yet again. I want to be mad, but I can't help but envy him. I've fucked Virginia plenty of times over the years, but it always felt like she was doing me a favor. Or, sometimes, taking pity on me. She was never waiting for me naked in bed with her legs spread, eager for me to give it to her like she did with him. The indignities were piling up fast, but I had pancakes to make, so no time to dwell on that.

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I bring breakfast in on a big tray, milk and all. The negligee is discarded on the floor, along with a pair of balled-up stockings. There are several sex toys strewn about the bed. A couple I recognize, but several that I don't. Was she keeping a secret stash of dildos hidden from me? It's the only explanation. Darius certainly didn't show up with any. One more thing to add to my list of insults.

I had put on some sweats and a t-shirt. Virginia is wearing a pair of long, red satin gloves and nothing else. When the fuck did she get those? I'd never seen them before. It's a good look on her. Darius is naked and erect, his cock glistening with a mix of cum and pussy juice. The guy has no shame.

We all settle in and eat. Virginia is giddy and keeps acting silly. She puts her foot in my face and dares me to suck her toes. I brush her foot away, who knows where that thing has been? She does the same to Darius, and he accommodates her, sucking her big toe. Virginia reacts like she's going to have an orgasm, which doesn't seem right. Is she really into foot stuff? If so, it's news to me.

She then starts pinching and tickling me. I try to defend myself, but I can't ward off all of her playful attacks. She gives up on me and takes a run at her ex-husband. On her first attempt to pinch him, he grabs her wrist, yanks her across the bed, and pins her down. She screams in delight at being manhandled and struggles against her overpowering opponent. Darius is not amused by her antics.

He pulls her over his lap like a ragdoll and lays a vicious smack across her bottom: another scream, this one laced with real pain. "Daddy, no!" she yells and earns herself another spank. This clearly wasn't the first time they played this game. I don't know if I should be jealous or angry or turned on. I opt for the last one. My cock stiffens as I watch Virginia try to wrestle her way free; naked tits, and ass, and cunt everywhere. The straining of her muscles brought out new lines of her body that I'd never noticed before. All of this is accompanied by a trill of girlish giggles and elated squeals. It's beguiling.

"Now look what you've gone and done, you little tramp, you went and got Matty-boy all excited. What are we going to do about that?"

Virginia looks at me, and her eyes take on a mischievous glint. That scares me. "I know what," she says and takes my hands. "Up on your knees! C'mon, let's go!" I let her pull me up and I feel more self-conscious than ever - like I'm on exhibition at a zoo of some kind... a very perverted zoo. "I want you two to compare! C'mon, side-by-side. I want to see!"

I can feel my cheeks instantly flush. There is no need for that. It's more than clear who has the more impressive manhood. I'd never been embarrassed about the size of my dick before until I got a look at what Darius is sporting. Is she just trying to humiliate me?

"I'll suck off whoever has the biggest one!" she offers, knowing it isn't even a contest.

"I can't turn down the offer of a prize like that. What do you say, buddy? Ready to go up against me?" He gets up on his knees and shuffles nearer. We're face to face... dick to dick. I'm nervous, and I don't even know why. I have no doubts about the outcome of the "contest" but I've never been this close to another man's cock before. And I've certainly never been tip-to-tip with a guy like this.

Virginia squeals, thrilled with her idea to do this. "Side-by-side. Just like this..." she grabs our erections and arranges us so his cock is alongside my dick. If It wasn't my dick coming up short in this comparison I would have laughed. The contrast is comical. Virginia mashes them closer together. My dick is touching another man's penis.

It's not unpleasant, just... uncomfortable. I know for a fact that I'm not gay, but am I okay with Virginia forcing us to do this? I'm not a fan of the humiliation, but it's nice to feel myself rub against his huge cock. No wonder she loves it so much. I'm not even into guys, and I like being able to get a little feel for it. It's disgusting, for sure, but I seem to be the only one here who feels that way.

"You better hurry up and give me my prize, babe," Darius says, "or Matty is going to beat you to it. This guy is dying to suck my cock. I can tell by the look in his eye."

"No!" I protest instantly and pull away. "I am not," I add, trying to strengthen my point, but only weakening it miserably.

"That's okay," Virginia chirps with a smile. "There's enough to share," and she goes down and takes the fat head of his cock into her mouth with an appreciative moan.

"You want to get in on that?" Darius asks, barely holding back a laugh. He knows. I can't hide my secret, not from him. I kind of do want to suck it. Just to see what it would be like. Maybe just the tip. Nothing crazy. Not like I want to swallow his load or anything. I see girls sucking cock in porn all the time and can't help but wonder. Maybe I wouldn't even like it, but I can't say for sure unless I try. Well, that's not happening, so I have to stop thinking about it!

"I can't believe I have two cocks," Victoria says and switches from his to mine. Her mouth slides down my shaft and just keeps going. She's never done that to me before. Her blowjobs, on the rare occasions when she gifted me with one, were usually more handjobs than anything else. She pretty much just jerked me off while she kissed and licked the head of my dick. I never even knew she could deepthroat me if she wanted to.

She bottoms out, holds me there in her throat for a few glorious seconds, then comes up off me and gasps for air. "Ha! It's so easy with him," she giggles.

"That looked good, babe. Do it again for me," Darius orders. She smiles, teases the end of my dick with her tongue, then does down on me... all the way. I can't handle it.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

"No!" Darius shouts. "On her face. Make her take it like a bitch all over that pretty face of hers."

She pulls off just as my first spurt erupts from my cock. It hits her in the mouth, then she turns her head so the rest of my orgasm splatters across her cheek and neck, some of it getting in her hair. Normally she'd kill me if I got cum in her hair, but she doesn't say anything and just smiles at her ex-husband, displaying the facial I gave her for him to admire. It's not as much as he could have given her, but it's still pretty respectable. It looks really good to me. Hopefully, after this is all over, cumming on her face is something she'll allow me to keep doing. I never expected that being a hostage of this sociopathic thug might actually improve my sex life in the long run.

She looks at me, her smile dies away, and is replaced by something more like shame. Darius isn't just humiliating me, but both of us. I vow to never cum in her face like that again. My jaw clenches, and I want to punch him as hard as I can.

"Don't even think about it, little man," Darius growls. For a second, I wonder if he can read my mind, then I notice my fists are balled up, and my whole body is tense. I force myself to relax. "You're a smart guy, so don't do anything stupid now. We got a good thing going here, no reason to mess it up. You take a swing at me and I have to end you. A real mood killer. It would be at least an hour before I could get hard again." He takes hold of his erection and gives it a couple of strokes. "Think of your wife. You don't want her to see that, do you? To have to carry the memory of me snapping your neck then fucking her while your limp, pale, dead body just lies there like a pile of cold, rotting meat. Is that what you want?"

I do my best to center myself and come back to my senses. This isn't a fun little romp, I remind myself. Not a kinky threesome to add a spark back to things in the bedroom. This is an abduction. A violation. A rape - not just of Virginia, but of me as well. I'm not going to play his sick game any longer. I can't out-muscle him, but I sure as hell can out-think him. I'm going to find a way out of this.

"Damn, girl, you look fucking sexy like that. Do you love it? You like cum all over your whore face, don't you? Yeah, you do. What d'you think, Matty? Is she beautiful, or what?"

I look at her and see that she is. So much that I feel it like an aching in my heart. Even with the embarrassment of how I debased her, her beauty shines through it all. I hate what I've done to her. That I allowed myself to become enmeshed in his twisted delusion. I let my lust take me over and disrespected our marriage... I disrespected her.

"Oh, man, she's pissed at you, bro. If looks could kill. Come here, baby, let Daddy make you feel better. Climb up on this and have a ride." He waggles his massive fuck pole at her. She accepts his invitation and mounts him. I want to look away but I can't. I watch as she lowers herself down onto him. It's impossible, but somehow her pussy stretches to take him in... all of him. How is she not screaming in pain? Virginia begins slowly sliding up and down his shaft.

"Don't wipe it off, leave it there," he says when she picks something up to clean her face. Darius is demented. He wallows in his depravity - he's almost proud of it. He doesn't care who he hurts or how anyone else feels. It's all about him, and no one else matters. Selfish bastard.

Despite myself, I get hard again. Not just because I can see her gorgeous asshole from this angle, but the sight of that big, black cock disappearing into her cunt over and over again is erotically mesmerizing. I hear her moan. It's a small thing, almost too soft to hear, but it's genuine. I have to accept that she's not faking it. Considering everything she's been put through, she's getting off on his cock. My stomach knots with that realization, but it doesn't stop me from jerking it to the ridiculously sexy scene playing out right in front of me. I wonder if this can be considered as disrespect, but I make myself stop thinking and just concentrate on the increasingly intense fucking I'm being allowed to witness.

This goes on for about ten minutes, maybe more. Virginia cums, twice. Darius cums, in her pussy. I cum, all over myself. Everyone's happy... well, satisfied, anyway. We all just lie there on the bed, no one speaking. It's eerily comfortable, yet also awkward. Should I leave them alone? It's my bed. Did they want me to stay here with them? I'm confused.

"Matty, you there?" Darius breaks the silence, his voice raspy and tired.

"Yeah, right here," I respond, wishing I had a towel to clean the jizz off my belly before it dries there.

"I like this," he says. It feels like a compliment, but it also scares me. "My plan was to find Virginia, fuck her one last time, and move on. But I can't do that. One time turned into about twenty times, and it reminded me of how much I love this bitch." Virginia stirs, her hand caressing his thick chest, wordlessly acknowledging that she feels the same. At least that's how I interpret it. "I made up my mind."

I don't like the sound of that. He's going to take her with him. I'm going to lose my wife. I have no options. It's going to happen and there's not a damned thing I can do about it. Her hand is now gripping his big cock. I look down at my limp dick, with cum crusted around my pee-hole, and resign myself to the inevitable. It's over.

"I like you, Matty. Don't ask me why, but any other guy who even looked at my woman got his ass kicked. But with you, I don't know... it's different. Or, maybe I'm different. Seeing the way you look at her reminds me of how lucky I am to have her. I can see how much you want her, and that makes me want her even more. Strangest of all, It gets me going to see her screw around with your little dick. Like just before, when she sucked you off, that was hot. I liked it. I never felt that way before. Especially not with her. Good stuff."

Virginia kisses him on the cheek and grinds her pussy into his hip as she does. I'll never know what it's like to be adored that way. Even if he didn't take her with him, I've already lost her. No way she'd settle for me after all of this. Our marriage is over, for sure.

"I decided I'm going to stay."

Virginia lets out a squeak. I can't tell if it's a happy squeak or a frightened one. "What do you mean... stay?"

"I'm going to live here, with the both of you. I'm not leaving. I can't give her up, and I'm not going to. But she likes you, Matty, don't ask me why, but she does. She says you lick her cunt. Is that true?"

"Uh... sure. I do... a lot."

Darius makes a sour face and shakes his head, incredulous. "I don't know how you do it. Dude, that's where your dick goes for fuck's sake." He reaches around and he slips a finger into her from behind. She wiggles her ass in response. "We'll keep you around and you can be her dedicated cunt-licker; I'll take care of the rest. How does that sound? You into it?"

I most certainly am not "into it"! But I hold my tongue. Inherent in Darius' offer is the threat of violence, or worse. If I say no, does he just break my neck and bury me in the backyard one of these nights? Does he pick up and leave, dragging Virginia away by her hair like the caveman that he is? Or, does he decide if he can't have her that nobody can and chokes her to death with that insanely huge cock of his? Nothing good comes from rejecting his insane proposal.

"Yeah," I say. "I'm down with it. Mi casa es su casa." What the fuck am I saying? I don't even speak Spanish. This arrangement is totally unworkable. Did I just make a bargain with the literal devil? I'm beyond fucked. I invited the vampire in. One way or another he is going to suck the life out of me - I'm sure of it.

"Good, then it's settled. I'm back, baby." He pulls Virginia to him and kisses her hard. She squirms, but she's not trying to get away; she's trying to get on top of him again.

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The next morning, I call into work. I'd taken a few sick days, but that wasn't going to be enough. I am due a sabbatical - time to use it. It's short notice, but fuck 'em - they can't afford to lose me, so I would get away with it. I couldn't waste time on work with everything that's going on. Eight weeks should be enough time - surely he'll be gone by then.

I hang up and go to see if they're fucking again... and they are.

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