Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 06

Prisoner Dilemma 6

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 6

I'm conflicted. Darius is on top of Virginia doing her in missionary. Her legs are spread wide, feet in the air as she bounces under him. She's moaning and talking dirty, imploring him to fuck her, telling him how good he feels inside her. But that's not what I'm conflicted about... not exactly. I stand next to the bed, lights on, watching the two of them go at it. I'm naked, and hard. Plus, I'm jerking off... again.

What's really going on here? I'm clearly enjoying what's happening, even though I know I shouldn't. Our lives have been invaded and ripped away from us, and I'm taking great satisfaction from that. Not only because of the obscene sexual displays I've been privy to, but that things I never imagined I would be able to do, I am now doing. I'm a prisoner in my own home, and yet I have more freedom in some ways than ever before.

I'm supposed to be the one who protects Virginia and looks out for her. But in that regard, I'm perfectly useless. I let this guy come in and take over with, ut lifting a finger. In fact, I'm pretty much enabling him and letting him have his way with my wife... the woman I love. I can't help but feel that I'm the one who is exploiting her for my own entertainment.

At the same time, she's getting more out of this than any of us. Sure, she was putting on a show at the beginning, but the show was for my benefit, not his. She embraced it right away but didn't want me to know. I fooled myself into thinking this was torment for her, when it was the kind of sex she simply couldn't get from me. Virginia was content with our sex life, but it wasn't living up to what she truly desired. Darius is able to give her what she really wants. I hate that thought more than anything, but I also don't want to deny her the kind of sex she deserves. If I can't give it to her, then maybe Darius is the best option for both of us. But, I just don't know...

I move to the foot of the bed to get a better angle. Darius' ass dominates my view, but if I duck down a bit I can see Virginia's pussy getting fucked. Sure, it gets blocked over and over again by his fat balls flopping around, but the glimpses I do get of her are very arousing. I can almost imagine I'm the one fucking her. I slow down my stroking, hoping Darius will offer me a turn.

"Fuck me! Oh, God, yes! Give me that cock! Give it all to me! Plese, baby, make me cum!"

I'm tired. It's late, well after midnight. They've been going at it for a couple of hours. It doesn't seem humanly possible. I've already cum three times and I'm on my way to a fourth. I can't say that I'm not enjoying all of this on some level. I hate that this man is effectively raping my wife, but, as they say, you can't rape the willing. As I watch and beat off yet again, I guess the willing includes me.

It would be one thing if Virginia weren't into it, but she is. That fact is painful, but to see her give in to her baser desires is invigorating in a way I never expected. She's not just tolerating his sexual advances; she's delighting in them. It's not a chore to have sex with him. Not a marital obligation or a functional means to an end, but an indulgence for the sake of pleasure... her own pleasure and nothing else. It's amazing to see.

She has transformed from my sweet wife into a brazen sex fiend intent on satisfying her carnal lusts in every way imaginable. She isn't holding anything back. I never imagined this sex demon was pent up inside of her all this time. It's scary, but also thrilling like nothing else in our lives.

"I'm cumming!" she cries out. "Don't stop! Right there... right like that! Yes! Oh, shit! Fuck me! Fuck that cunt! Do it, baby. Make me cuuuuummm!" And she comes, screams and all. And so do I.

I don't make any noise, I just squirt a thin thread of watery semen from my dick onto the bed where they are making love, my eyes are locked on the union of cock and cunt. It has its own beauty to it. It's just the one little squirt, but I keep whacking off, trying to milk every last sensation out of my dick as I can. I knowI won't be able to cum again for a while. My dick is played out.

Darius yowls as he unleashes into her once again. I can't see it, but I am sure he's giving her more than what I had left in the tanks. He kisses her and rolls off. I can't take my eyes off of my wife just lying there, legs splayed wide, pussy all sweaty and swollen with use. A hint of her ex's semen leaking from her abused fuck hole. I'd never thought of her vagina like that before, but that's what it's become.

"Oh, that was good," she sighs, with a lilting laugh. "Oh, Matt, you're still here? Good." She rubs her clit, spreading her lips open. "I want one more. Come lick me."

She can't be serious. Not only had his cock just been in her, but his jizz still is. I can't move and just stare at her ruined pussy.

"C'mon, don't be like that. Just suck my clit for me. You know how much I like that. And you're the best at it," she pleads, using that little girl voice of hers that she knows I can't say no to.

I get on the bed and crawl between her legs. I'm not going to do it, I decide, but I have to at least make a show of it. This is why Darius is keeping me around, after all. That feels weird. I get between her legs, and she's smiling at me, awaiting my oral attention. I can't disappoint her... not now at a time like this.

I feel a big hand clap down on one of my bare buttocks, and I freeze. "Go on, my dude, get in there. Our girl wants some pussy licking, and our girl gets what she wants." His hand squeezes my butt cheek. It doesn't cause any pain, but it reminds me that he has the power to hurt me whenever he wants. That is probably the point.

I consider Virginia's pussy. I recognize her familiar, intimate aroma. But I always did this for her before we had sex, never after. There is a distinct quality to the smell that is more intense than usual. It's not unpleasant, quite the opposite, but it's that other smell that's causing me to hesitate..

It's the same smell that was on her panties: the smell of his cum. Virginia is still holding herself open for me. Her clit stands up stiff and proud. I go in and give it a quick lick. Her gasp turns into a groan. It feels good to be the one giving her pleasure for a change. As odious as it is, I have to go in for more.

I start by sucking her clit gently. She must be sensitive after all the orgasms I've seen her have over the past few hours. She makes approving noises and turns her hips to enhance what I; m doing to her pussy. She really wants this.

"That's right... that's what I need... suck it, sweetie... suck my cunt..."

Hearing her say those things to me gives rise to goosebumps all over. It's nice to know I can still make her feel good. I might not have the biggest dick, but I do have some skills. I kiss, and lick, and suck for all I'm worth. I need to make this count. My future with her depends on it.

"Lick me," she moans. "Lick my hole... tongue fuck me, sweetie."

That sends a cold jolt up my spine. I know what's in that hole and was hoping I could avoid it. Not only had he just dumped a load in there, but he'd been doing that all night... repeatedly. But there is no way of avoiding it. I man up and work my way down over her passion-thickened lips to her stretched out fuck hole.

I can smell it before I can taste it. I want tp be repulsed by it, but I have to admit that I'm not. Or, am I simply trying to justify it since I have to do it no matter what? Is there a part of me that actually wants to do it? Do I want to taste his cum? I've tasted my own before... it was just okay. Not something I did often, but once in a while, I would get the urge. It isn't so much an urge now, but more of a matter of curiosity.

Will another man's semen taste different than my own? Before I can think about it too much, I'm tasting his spunk. It's all over my tongue. And there's a lot of it. I force myself not to gag, then realize I don't have to gag. It's not as bad as I expected. Perhaps there's something about the idea that I'm eating his cum out of my wife's pussy that makes it less repellent, but I swallow and go back for more.

"There you go, sweetie, eat that pussy. Such a good boy... eat it all up..." Her fingers comb through my hair, and her hand winds up at the back of my head, pushing my face into her crotch. I don't resist... I'm happy to be there. I begin tongue fucking her, and she responds by humping back against me. I'm in heaven. And yet, I can't help but notice that Darius' hand is still on my ass. That feels strange, but I can't worry about that now. I have a pussy to make cum!

"Oh, fuck, that's nice... just like that... eat me..." she pants and writhes as I give her all I've got. "Suck my clit," she demands. "Suck my clitty, motherfucker." Virginia never called me that before. I thought that was reserved just for Darius. I liked that I am now the motherfucker. It's stupid, but it feels somehow meaningful. "Make me cum, bitch." And there it is.

My self-esteem goes down the toilet again. I went from motherfucker to bitch in a matter of seconds. I had to ignore that and focus on finishing the job. I had to make her cum better than he could, doing something that he refused to do for her. I had something worthwhile to offer, and I had to make sure she knew it. I sucked and licked her clit like never before.

Virginia bucks and grasps at my head, breathing heavily and letting out little squeals of joy. She's losing control. It's working... better than it ever has before. She's close, I'm going to make my wife cum. Not surprising, but I really want Darius to see it happen. It's his turn to envy me and what I can do.

She lifts her butt up off the bed, pressing her cunt hard into my face, and screams. Her legs shake, and her body convulses. Now that's a real orgasm! I hear that lilting laugh again and it's like sweet music. Her thighs are clamped around my head and I don't try to escape. Instead, I kiss her pussy, careful not to get too close to her hyper-sensitive clit. She always liked for me to use my tongue to toy with her lips after I ate her out. I give her what I know she wants. That's when I notice the bed moving.

It takes me a second to put it together, but then I realize it's Darius jerking off next to us. Nice. How does he like being on the outside looking in? Fucking wanker.

"Did you see that?" Virginia asks in a husky whisper.

"I never seen you cum like that," Darius answers.

"That's because you never eat me out. You should give it a try."

"No thanks. I wouldn't want to take Matty-boy's job away from him. Besides, we need someone to clean up my creampies, right?"

"Mmmm, good point. Can you believe he really did that? I think he liked sucking your cum out of my hole, don't you?"

"Can't blame him. I'm sure he'd take anything that came out of that angel pussy of yours." And they are kissing as he gropes her tits.

Usually, after I make her cum with my mouth, that's when I fuck her. I get up on my knees, my dick rock hard, and get into position to stick it in.

"Hold on there, buddy. What do you think you're doing?" Darius says, sounding none-too-friendly.

"I... I was just... I don't know... going to fuck her, I guess..."

"Oh, no, my friend. You can forget about that. That pussy is mine now. My cock is the only one she gets from now on. Understand?"

"But--"

"But, fuck you. If you even try to put that little dick of yours anywhere near her pussy, I'll rip it off and shove it up your ass. You got that?"

I pull back, nodding. From most guys, that would come across like an idle threat, but with Darius, I totally believed he'd do it... and enjoy it. My dick instantly begins to wilt. Virginia's giggle doesn't help the situation any.

"Be nice," she scolds him lightly. "He's still learning."

"I will, but only for you." Another kiss. "You're here to lick her snatch, but only when I give you permission. And, next time, I'm going to need you to toss her salad. I think she'd probably like getting her asshole licked, wouldn't you, babe?"

"Oooo, kinky. I'd do it for you, stud."

"I'll let her suck you off when she wants," he goes on laying out his rules. "But your dick doesn't go anywhere near her other holes. Is that clear?"

"Don't you think that should be up to her?" I say and instantly regret it.

"Listen, puke, she's my property. I own her and I'll decide what is and isn't up to her." His hand goes between her legs and he grabs her pussy protectively. "Do you leave it up to your car to decide where you go? No, fuck head, you're the one who decides because it belongs to you. Just like this hot piece of ass belongs to me. Isn't that right?"

"That's right, Big-D," Virginia acknowledges for her own good. He turns her over and pulls her up onto all fours. No way is he able to go again already. Darius gets behind her and shoves himself into her pussy which is still slick with my spit. She grunts with approval, and they're at it again. I watch his ass flexing as he fucks my wife. I can't take it anymore... I have to go.

I'm tempted to jerk off again, but my tolerance for emotional abuse has its limits. I skulk away and leave them to it. As soon as I hit the couch, I regret that I'm not in there. I beat off to the increasingly loud sounds of their latest fuck session. My balls hurt when I cum, and nothing more than a few drops of semen dribbles out of my piss hole. I'm dry again. This is getting ridiculous.

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