Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 07

Prisoner Dilemma 7

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 7

When I wake up I can hear them already having their morning fuck. Or is it just a holdover from last night? Did they even go to sleep? It takes me some time to remember what day it is. It's all blurring together into one unending stream of debauchery and humiliation. It's Saturday. Not that it matters much. Just one more day of my manhood being dismantled in front of my wife. No big deal, right?

They're going to want breakfast. I mix up some pancake batter, then start on some eggs and bacon. Darius is a big fan of bacon. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my shorts get pulled down. I have nothing on underneath. I feel a big slap on my ass and know that it's him. I was hoping it was Virginia, but no such luck. He just laughs.

"Why you wearing clothes, my dude? Let it all hang out." He goes to the fridge, gets out the milk, and starts drinking straight from the carton. Pig.

His cock is limp but still impressive. My dick is limp, too, and the opposite of impressive. I pull up my shorts to hide what we both know is there - or, rather, not there. I have the impulse to grab his cock and see if I can get him hard. I shake that intrusive thought out of my head. I've suffered enough without inflicting more degradation on myself.

"Y'know, Matty, you got a nice ass. It almost makes me miss prison. You'd be popular around the cell block. Maybe I should send Ginny out for groceries, and you can let me get all up in that."

My butt clenches when I hear that. Even if it was something I wanted - which it definitely isn't - I can only imagine how much it would hurt to have that pole of his shoved up my ass. I try not to cringe. "That's okay, I'm all set," I say, trying not to insult his generous offer.

"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that. She doesn't have to know. I haven't even told her all the things I did while I was locked down. Yeah, I took it up the ass a few times. It's not as bad as you might think." I don't like that he's getting hard all on his own now. Is he going to try to fuck me right here in the kitchen? I can feel the panic rising.

"I'll tell you what, my dude, I'll let you go first if that would make you feel better." He turns around and bends over. "Just lube it up and shove it in. The nice thing is no need for any of that foreplay bullshit when you're with a guy. Just get what you need and that's all there is to it."

As if he worries about foreplay when he's with a woman, the deluded ape. I hate that he put the thought of fucking him in my head. Not because of the sex, but to have him under me, taking me up his ass, submissive to me and my dick... that might be nice. But that would only invite retribution in the form of him returning the favor. I don't think I could survive it - even if it were something I wanted. I had to change the subject.

"You said there was something you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh, right, yeah. I need a favor."

"I'm not sucking your cock, if that's what it is."

"Ha! I got Virginia for that now. But, if you want, you two can suck it together. I think she'd love that, don't you?"

"I don't even know anymore," I gripe, annoyed that I let that slip. "What's the favor?"

"You have to drive me to an appointment with my P. O."

"P. O.?"

"Parole Officer. I have to check in once a week. It's not far from here. I'd do it, but I don't have my license."

"Or a car."

"Good point. Tell you what, after the meeting, I'll buy lunch. Deal?"

"Yeah, sure..." I can't get over how he's acting like he wants to be my friend, but instead of asking for a ride, he just tells me it's something I "have" to do. I don't think it even registers with him. He's got the mentality of a habitual taker. People are just there to be used for his own ends. Me, Virginia, we mean nothing to him. She's nothing but a good fuck to him. And, maybe, he's thinking of me the same way. I don't know what to do about it.

We hear the shower get turned on. Darius perks up. "I can't pass that up. A fuck and a shower sounds good right about now." He pulls at his half-erect cock. "You should probably grab yourself a shower when we're done. Make sure that man-pussy of yours is nice and clean for me." He laughs and claps me on the shoulder as he heads toward the bathroom.

I watch him go, trying to imagine myself fucking that ass. It's not as difficult as I wish it were. I could see it happening, but only if Virginia is there and wants me to. That would show her who the boss is around here. I bet she'd like to see me turn her big, strong ex into my bitch. That would go a long way to setting things straight around here.

I finish making breakfast, ignoring the thumping sounds coming from the bathroom. What the fuck are they doing in there? The table is set by the time they finish. My bathrobe looks comical on Darius, barely covering his junk. He doesn't seem to mind. We all sit down and have a friendly meal. I can't stop looking at Virginia. She's practically glowing. I've never seen her so happy... not even on our wedding day.

I've got to find a way to put a stop to this.

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I take Daruis downtown for his meeting. I wait in the car for him. He comes out looking angry. I like that he's upset at someone other than me for a change, but I still don't like the look of it. Maybe he'll take it out on me. That's the last thing that I want. Especially now that I know my ass is l iterally on the line.

"Fucking asshole," he shouts as soon as he slams the car door after he gets in. He takes a deep breath and seems to calm down some. Did Virginia teach him that? Probably.

I get moving and pull out into traffic without a word. I'm tempted to ask how it went, but I'm pretty sure that will only get me is a swift backhand to the face. We drive in silence for about five awkward minutes.

"You have to get me a job," he finally says.

"I do?"

"Fucker says it's part of my release conditions. So set me up with something."

"Like what?"

"I don't care, anything. Maybe something where you work."

He's invaded my home, and now he wants to take over at work? Fuck that.

"Oh, I didn't know you'd like wearing a suit and tie. I'll see what I can do."

"Shit. Forget that. I'm not putting on a fucking monkey suit every day. Something else."

Dodged that bullet. Not that he could do much of anything at my office, besides change the bottle on the water cooler. There is no way I can recommend him for anything. It would mean putting my reputation on the line for this animal.

"I don't know if I can help you then..." I say, bracing for that backhand.

"How did Virginia end up with a useless fuck like you? Okay, in that case, I gotta get the hell out of town. Somewhere far away. Maybe to one of those non-esthetician countries. You know any good ones?"

"I don't," I tell him honestly.

"Something in South America, maybe. I picked up a little Spanish in the joint. Yeah, Columbia or Brazil or some shit like that. Virginia can work on her tan down there. I think she'd be into it."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Well, I'm taking her with me. What did you think? That I'm going to leave my woman here with you? Think again, Einstein."

When did she go from "our lady" to "his woman"? I didn't doubt that he'd try to force her to go, and I couldn't be sure that she wouldn't. I had to head this off somehow.

"So we just have to figure out where we can go and be safe."

"I don't think it's possible."

"Why not? Can't you just look it up on the computer or something?"

"I could, but that wouldn't be a good idea."

"Why the fuck not?"

"I assume you gave them our address."

"Yeah, so?"

"So as soon as I start searching for non-extradition countries, the government will know and they'll be all over you."

"Those fucking nosy fucks. I didn't think about that."

"Same with libraries and everything. If we start asking questions, it will tip them off and bring down a world of hurt." It is all bullshit, of course, but I'm hoping that his mistrust of the government along with the prison paranoia he's developed over the years convinces him that I'm telling the truth.

"What about a lawyer? They can't say anything you tell them, right?"

Think fast. "They want you to believe that, but legally it's not true. Your lawyer is a mandatory reporter."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"If he has information that you're planning to commit a crime, like fleeing the country, he's obligated to report it. No expectation of privilege on that." I don't know if that's true, but it sounds convincing. I'm pretty sure that's how it works for priests taking confession.

"All I know is that if I get pinched, I'll be going back in for another six years. I can't do it, Matty. Especially now that I've had a taste of freedom... and a taste of Virgina's pussy."

That struck me odd since he hadn't actually tasted her pussy as far as I knew. Maybe he was speaking metaphorically.

"All I know is if I go back in, I'm going to blame you. I'll have plenty of time to think about what I'm going to do to you when I get out. And it won't be pretty, my friend.

This just graduated from keeping my wife to keeping my life. "I'll tell you what, let's not get carried away. I'll ask around and see about getting you a job. I'm sure we can find something."

"Okay, yeah," I feel him relax a little. "I can't stand Mexican food anyway. That shit sucks."

Crisis averted... for the moment.

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When we get home, Virginia is waiting for us. She's nude and holding a couple of cold beers. It's the first time she's ever greeted me that way. I like it. We take our beers, and Darius gives her a swift smack on the ass. She yelps and giggles. How does he get away with that?

I go to take a leak and when I get back she's on her knees sucking his cock. I can't see much, but I can hear her gagging on it. Does she actually like that? It seems unlikely. I should be pissed, but seeing her all naked and servicing another man that way is kind of hot, even with the red handprint on her butt cheek. I start getting hard.

"You want to get in on this?" Darius asks me with a leering smile, referring to his cock.

"Ah, no thanks... not for me."

"Have you ever sucked a dick before?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how do you know you don't like it? Come on, give it a try."

I am tempted, but I know stepping over that line would open me up to all sorts of additional abuses from him. I couldn't handle a cock that big anyway, even if I wanted to. Virginia can barely take it, and she's a dedicated coksucker.

"C'mon, Matty, we can see you got a hard-on. I know you want it."

"I don't think so. I'll pass." I try to state this as firmly as I can, but nobody seems convinced, not even me.

"Okay, then, whip it out. We'll suck you off. How does that sound?"

"Do it, sweetie," Virginia says when she pulls off his fat hog. "I want to deepthroat you again. That was fun!"

I undo my fly and take my dick out. I know it's a mistake, but I can't resist her. She wants my dick. I can't deny her anything. I move toward her, my pants falling down around my ankles as I do.

Virginia kisses the tip of his cock then switches over to me. She licks the head before sucking on it. Her silky tongue feels amazing, better than I remember it. She takes me into her mouth and sucks me some more. I can tell this is going to be over fast; I won't be able to hold out.

She goes down on me, farther than usual, all the way. It's like before, but even more wonderful. She holds me in her throat and tickles my balls. Before I can blow my load, she pulls back and gives me the cutest smile. She's very proud of herself for taking my whole dick like that. I'm proud of her, too.

Virginia kisses her way down my shaft, and when she makes it to my balls, she starts licking them. I'm about to grab myself and start jerking it when Darius comes out of nowhere and starts sucking my dick!

Holy fuck! What do I do? I don't want a guy to suck my dick! I mean... sure, it feels okay, especially with Virginia working my balls with her mouth, but that's not the point. I'm not gay! Seriously. But, I can't seem to pull away. Am I afraid of what will happen to me if I do? Just let him have what he wants, and everything will be okay, right?

Virginia works her way back up, and they kiss, with my dick between their lips. This is too weird. Then she takes over, and that's a lot better. That I can handle. But then someone is sucking my balls again. It's fucking Darius. What's up with this freak? I guess he's gay for more than the stay. Can prison really do that to a tough guy like him? I guess so.

It's not like I never fantasized about two people sucking my dick, but in my mind it was always two girls. If I close my eyes and just pretend like it is, that almost works. It would be easier if I couldn't hear Darius moaning as he does it. That ruins the illusion. I have to accept it and enjoy it as best as I can. The two of them switch off again, and I try to focus on Virginia, on what her mouth is doing to me, on fucking her beautiful face. That works, for about a minute. Then all I can see is Darius' face. I can't escape the fact that it's his mouth my dick is in. And, surprisingly, its his throat I'm fucking. I worry about what happens if I lose my erection. Will he beat the shit out of me, or worse?

"You like this, sweetie?" Virginia groans in her sexiest voice. I tell her I do. "You like the way we suck you? Are you going to cum? You going to give us your load? We can't wait for it."

Had they done this together before? It sure seems like it. Darius is the one on my dick now, leaving Virginia free to talk dirty to me. I don't want to give in to it, but he's going to make me cum. It's the last thing I want to do, but he's good at this... real good. I don't have much of a choice. My mind is fixed, but my body is going to betray me. He's really going to town, and I can't hold back.

I try to contain myself, but I scream out in release and spew my wad into another man's mouth. I'm disgusted with myself, but it feels just as good as when a woman does it. My brain is short-circuiting. Am I gay? Did I really just get off to a guy sucking my dick? What does it mean? I don't know how to feel.

"That's it, give him all your cum, faggot." Virginia's words are hurtful, but I can't argue with her. I am a faggot, as sure as anything. My body is out of my control, and I give a couple more thrusts, pumping more sperm into this dude's mouth. I'm more ashamed than I've ever been before. But he's the one getting my cum. Isn't he the faggot?

Darius turns to Virginia, and she kisses him on the lips... for a long time. He then grabs her by the hair, and pulls her head back. She opens up, and her ex spits the contents of my orgasm into her mouth. I've never seen anything like it in my life, not even in porn. It's gross, but also strangely erotic. If I could, I would cum again after seeing that.

She swishes my jizz around in her mouth, then opens up again to show my cum to him. She then closes and swallows hard. When she opens up again, it's gone.

"That's a good girl," Darius tells her, pinching one of her nipples as if in reward. "You like that, don't you?"

"I love it. I'd rather that it was yours, but I'll take what I can get." She smacks her lips and pulls him in for another kiss... a French kiss.

"Okay, but the next one is mine."

"My mom always taught me to share," she says and grabs onto his cock before going back for another kiss.

My gut is churning. I'm lost. This is too much to take. She's my wife, at least I think she still is, but I'm realizing that I don't even know her. I don't know if that excites me more or scares me more. Not much I can do about it either way.

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I notice all my stuff is in the guest room. Another punch to the gut. I guess Virginia decided that I lost my place in our bedroom... replaced by Darius. I want to be angry, but it makes sense. It doesn't mean I have to like it, but I pretty much have to accept it.

He's lying out on the back deck with a drink, getting some sun on his enormous cock, enjoying his freedom. Virginia is tidying up in the kitchen. I watch her delicious, naked ass for a few minutes before I make my presence known. I'm getting used to her new nudist thing around the house.

"Looks like I'm not welcome in your bedroom anymore," I say, a bit more snidely than intended.

"Oh!" she startles. "Yeah, sorry about that. It was Big-D's idea. He thought you'd be more comfortable in the guest room. He's probably right. She turns and I see that her pussy is bald. Her beautiful bush that I love so much is gone... completely. It still looks hot as fuck, but I like her hairy down there better.

"You shaved your pussy?" I say, alarmed.

Her hand goes to her crotch, as if just remembering she's hairless down there. "Oh, no, Big-D shaved it off. He wanted me smooth. Do you like it?" She parts her legs and spreads her lips for me. I hate to admit that I do like it.

"It's... it's different. But I miss your bush. You know how much I like you all hairy."

"It's fine, it'll grow back." She shrugs. "I'm looking forward to seeing if it feels different when you eat me out." She checks out the window to make sure Darius is still dozing. "Want to give me a quickie?"

"Sure, I'd love to."

"Okay, go to your room and take your clothes off." Why is she whispering? "I'll be there in a minute. Go, go, go!"

I do as she asks and go to my room... a guest in my own house... and strip down. She shows up just as I'm lying down on the bed. She climbs up and right away feeds me one of her tits. I suckle her nipple, thankful for the opportunity. "We can't make too much noise. He'll be pissed if he knows I'm doing this behind his back." She mounts my face and shoves her pussy against my mouth. She's gotten much more aggressive over the past week.

"Eat it. Go on, eat my pussy, bitch." I'm not crazy about that, but I have to admit it's pretty hot. I just need to think of her as a kind of dominatrix, and that makes it better somehow. I run my tongue over her shaved outer lips. It feels weird, but not in a bad way. She stifles a giggle and urges me to keep going.

I probe with my tongue, finding her hole first, then tease my way up along her lips to her clit. She loves it when I do it like that. Her clit is already stiff and ready. I circle it a few times, then give it a kiss. I'm used to her pubic hair tickling my nose when I do that, but it's okay.

"Suck it!" she demands hoarsely, trying to keep quiet. "Suck my clit, you faggot." I didn't like hearing that at all. I mean, maybe she said it while I was getting my dick sucked by another guy which made sense, but not when I'm eating out her pussy. I'm confused.

"That's right, get in there... suck me... suck my fucking cunt, sissy whore!"

Since when did I become a sissy? This is getting disturbing. What does she think of me now? What is going on with her?

"Darius told me I should make you toss my salad. I think he's right." She shifts herself so her cheeks are in my face. "Lick my ass, bitch! Tongue-fuck my butthole! Yeah, get up in there, spread me open. Oh, fuck, that feels good. Eat my asshole... eat it!"

Licking her butt was always something I wanted to do, but was afraid to bring up. I didn't want her to think I was weird, or deviantly perverted. Now I have to wonder if she's been the pervert all along. In any case, I think it's great! I lovingly swab her cute little asshole with my tongue and lips. It's all new to me, so I don't know if I'm doing it right, but from the way she's grinding herself into my face, it seems to be doing it for her.

"That's right, faggot, eat my asshole." She begins rubbing her clit fast as she humps my face. "Eat that ass, fucker. Oh, God, yesss..." She's so much freer with her body than she ever was before. I can't deny that I have Darius to thank for this transformation. I try to put that thought aside and just focus on the reality that my wife is masturbating while making me eat out her gorgeous butthole. It's more than I could have wished for.

Virginia grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me away. What the fuck? She then climbs off and turns around before settling her butt cheeks back into my face. I instantly go back to tonguing her asshole. "C'mon, jerk it. I want to see you cum. Make it squirt for me!

I don't hesitate and take my dick in my hand and start stroking it. "Yeah, that's it. Jerk that little cock. Jerk it for me. Play with your balls. That's right... nice..." She's masturbating again and I'm bummed that I can't see it from this angle. I'm just happy that I can give the kind of pleasure that he can't. But what happens if Darius comes in and catches us? Will he beat the shit out of me for giving my wife oral sex without his permission? Will he beat the shit out of her?

"Cum!" Virgina calls out, and I'm afraid she's getting too loud. "Cum with me, bitch. Do it!"

I can tell she's close, so I quicken my pace to match her. I hope I'm not too scared to cum.

"Oh, yeah, suck that asshole... stick your tongue up in there... as deep as you can... oh fuck yeah... give it to me, whore. Ah... ah... ahhhh!"

As I hear her begin to orgasm that triggers me and I can feel spurts of cum shooting out of my dick and landing on my belly. Jerking off feels so much better when she's with me. "There you go... give me that cum... get it all out... aaaiiiee!" That's the sound of Virginia having an orgasm. I love that sound. I've heard it dozens of times coming from the bedroom, but it's so much better when it's because of something I'm doing to her.

"Oh, fuck, that was good... so fucking good..." She leans forward and starts licking the jizz up off my stomach. That's another new one. She used to claim she hated the taste of cum, but it seems Darius changed her mind about that. As she laps up my cum, she shifts again so her clit is on my lips. I flutter my tongue over it, eliciting a moan from her. She wants me to keep going. And so I do.

As I suck and lick her clit in quick succession, she takes my dick into her mouth and draws out whatever remaining semen is in there. I'm already getting soft, but it feels great. This woman has become insatiable. I'm curious what else about her has changed.

At first, I hated the idea of her being with another man, but that wasn't the case any longer. Yes, it still bothers me that my dick can't please her the way that his cock can, but there are other benefits. Not the least of which is seeing her in the throes of passion like never before. It sucks that it has to be with another guy, but I have to be happy for her that she is getting what she needs. I've cum so many times seeing her getting off on being fucked so good that I can't say it hasn't benefitted me in a lot of ways. Sure, it's just me jerking off, but it's truly some of the best sex I've ever had with her... sort of...

"Can we fuck?" I ask, hopeful.

"He's going to come back in any minute. I don't think it would be a good idea. Do you really want to risk it? I don't want to have to take you to the hospital." She turns and kisses me. Normally I would shy away, but I don't really mind that she just licked up my cum, especially after what I saw Darius do with my jizz. If he could handle it, then so could I. Then I remember that I ate his creampie out of Virginia's pussy. So I guess I'm cured of being scared of a little cum. "Besides, you're all limp and floppy. It'll take forever for you to get hard again."

She is probably right. I got too carried away. I shouldn't have blown my load so soon. I try to think of a reason for us to keep going.

"Matt, I just want to make sure you know... I would never cheat on you."

My brain goes a little haywire. "Huh? Wait, what do you call what's been going on lately?"

"I mean that I wouldn't willingly cheat on you. You know I don't want this, but I don't have a choice. I'm letting him fuck me to protect you... to protect us. You see that, don't you?"

"I... I guess." I couldn't fault her. If he wasn't fucking her, he'd probably be ass raping me! "But, you can at least admit that you like it." She doesn't respond. "It's okay, I understand. I mean, the guy is a total fuck stud. I can't blame you for being into it."

She gives me a sad look that almost breaks my heart. "Okay, yes, he's good in bed. I can't lie, you've heard us."

"I was thinking that some of what I was hearing was you faking it."

She thinks for a moment, then sighs. "No, I don't have to fake it with him. He knows how to make me cum... with his cock."

"He does have a very big cock," I add.

"Yeah, sure, he has a big one, but that's not all that matters. He's afraid to go down on me for some reason. You don't have that problem, which is something I love about you." She kisses me again, then rubs a nipple against my lips until I gratefully suck it. She really knows how to make a guy feel good.

"Even though that makes me some kind of faggot?"

She gives me a sly grin. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I kept thinking of you letting him suck you off. It just came out. Don't ask me why, but calling you that turns me on... a lot."

"But if he was the one sucking my dick, doesn't that make him the faggot?"

She shrugs. "I don't know, maybe, but I'm not going to call him that. Are you? Besides, he's only like that because prison made him that way. It's not his fault, but you did it by choice."

"What choice did I have? Let him suck my dick or let him punch my face off?"

"I suppose you're right. But I like that you're a faggot. That you're my faggot bitch cocksucker."

"I haven't sucked any cocks," I protest.

"You will, though, won't you? If I ask you nicely." She fondles my soft dick and loose balls. I don't tell her how sore I am down there.

"You want me to suck his cock?" My fears are being realized.

"That would be so hot. I bet you'd look cute with his cock in your mouth. It takes a real man to be secure enough in his masculinity to suck off another guy. You're not afraid to do it, are you?"

Is that really how it works? She's got me all confused. I don't think it makes sense, but Darius is the most manly man I've ever met and he sucks dick, so... maybe? Am I just looking for an excuse to do it? I have to admit that I've thought about it more than once over the past days. I just can't be the one who wants it. Maybe if I were forced into it, like she is being forced, then it would feel okay to give in.

"If you really want that... then I'll do it for you. I'll do anything for you, honey."

"When this is all over, I want you to take me somewhere. Someplace romantic and I want you to make love to me for days and days." She snuggles up against me, and I'm upset that I can't seem to get hard yet.

"How about we start right now?" I slip a finger into her very wet pussy and suck on one of her tits. She moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

"That would be so nice. I want to fuck you so bad. But I think I hear him. He's in the kitchen. I'll go distract him, and you pretend like you were in the bathroom or something." With a playful kiss on the tip of my nose, she's off to the kitchen. I'm tempted to jerk off, but instead I creep to the bathroom, wait for a minute, then flush and come out.

By the time I get to the kitchen, Darius has Virginia up on the breakfast table and he's banging her. She has that delirious look on her face that she gets just before she cums. He's getting the fucking that I got her all primed for. The bastard.

"Hey, little buddy, join the party. Our slut is super horny today. You should see how wet she is. Damn, this is good pussy. Come have a look."

Despite myself, I step closer and have a view of his thick cock pumping in and out of her delicate, little cunt. Well... maybe it's not so little anymore after being stretched out so often by his thick tool. "That's some real good pussy," I say and begin yanking my dick.

"That's it, Matty, get that dick nice and hard for us." I'm going to get it hard, alright, but not for him... it will be for her.

"There you go... fuck that slut cunt of hers," I suddenly realize I said that out loud. A cold jolt runs up my spine. Am I overstepping? Is he about to cave my chest in with a fist? Before I can step away, she smiles at me.

"Good call, buddy. You like seeing that, don't you? You like my big cock in your wife's snatch like this. So do I. You know what, that gives me an idea. Go get your video camera and meet us in the bedroom." He pulls out, then kisses one of her tits. "Hear that, baby? We're making a porno!"

"No! You know I don't like the way I look on video."

"Tough shit, tramp. You're getting fucked on camera whether you like it or not." He smacks her pussy a few times with his hefty fuck stick then turns to me. "Hurry up, kid, I don't want to cum until we got it on video."

Kid? What the fuck is that? I've probably got a few years on him at least. I bite my tongue, again, and go get the video camera out of my office. When I get back, Darius is pacing, doing his best to keep his hands off his erection. Virginia is lying on the bed, legs spread, as usual.

"Okay, good," he says when he sees me. "Start with a long shot and get us both, then don't be afraid to get in there, right up close. I want it to be all about her pussy.." He grabs her by the ankles, then holds her legs up and apart. She shrieks in surprise at the rough handling, but her face tells me she's anticipating a good fucking. No doubt that's what she's going to get.

I start recording. I pan over her naked body,.. feet, legs, bald pussy, belly, tits, and finally her smiling face. I pulled the video camera out once when we were on vacation, and she refused to do anything for me. She wouldn't even flash a boob. And now here she is spreading her lips open for the video in preparation for his big cock to plow into her. Fucking slut.

"You good and wet?" Darius asks, as if it's her responsibility to be ready for him.

"Yes, Daddy. My pussy is wet for you... it always is. Please don't hurt me..." she pouts. It's a turn-on to hear her talk that way, but the fact that she's saying it to another man is irksome. And does she have to use her girly voice? If it weren't so hot, it would almost be creepy.

"I'll go slow, baby. Don't you worry... you're going to love this," he comforts her as if she's a young virgin. What kind of sick game are they playing? He rubs the head of his cock up and down her slit, getting it all lubed up with her juices. Damn, she really is wet.

Darius looks at me with a scowl. Oops, I forgot I'm in charge of capturing all the action. I get in close, and focus on her swollen pussy. It doesn't seem possible that his thick, brown donkey cock can even fit in her little hole. But, I know that it will.

He zeroes in on her opening. The tip of his cock spreads her lips. It's the moment of truth. I can't breathe. I've seen him fuck her before, but never been a part of it like this. He presses forward. There's resistance, then with a surprising suddenness, his cockhead disappears. He's inside her. She moans. And so do I.

I'm embarrassed, but no one says anything. "Oh, that feels good, Daddy. Can I have more?"

"You got it, baby. Get ready." He enters her with excruciating slowness. Her hole is forced to accommodate his girth. She's stretched to the maximum. The vagina is simply amazing. I can't believe she can handle it. The dreamy look on her face assures me that not only can she handle it, but she's loving it like nothing else. At least nothing else that I've ever been able to give her.

"Keep going,.. more. I want it all. Fill my nasty cunt with your big cock, Daddy. Oh... love it!"

He just keeps going. It defies all rationality. How deep can he go? Surely there must be a limit. He stops pushing into her and draws back a bit. She grabs his ass and holds him. "Don't stop. Keep going." He shakes his head and carefully goes further.

She winces and lets out a little squeak. He stops again, ready to back off. "No, I want all of you. Hurt me, Daddy. Don't hold back."

He hesitates, then resumes penetrating her. Before he's all the way in, she cries out. This time it's clearly in pain. I want to punch him for hurting her, but that's what she asked for. She wants it, so I can't do anything.

"Fuck me," she rasps. "Fuck my little cunt, Daddy. Punish me! I've been a bad girl!" I have no idea what's going on now. What is she asking for? "Ouch!" she yelps. "Ow, ow, ow! Yes, make it hurt." He slams into her, and she screams in pain. I realize that he's most likely hitting her cervix with his cock. Is that even possible? It had to be. If anyone could do it, it would be him. "Oh, shit, I can't take it!" This only seems to spur him on and he drives into her faster. "Stop! Please, stop!"

I shift the camera from her pussy to her face. There are tears running down her cheeks. He's hurting her for real. I hate myself for not having a gun in the house. I'd put a bullet in his head right now if I could. "Oh, God, it's too much! I can't handle it!"

I have to stop this. Push him off of her or something. I don't think I'm strong enough to even do that much. If I try to hit him, it'll probably only make him go at her harder. I'm completely useless.

"Ow! Ouch! Oh, fuck... I'm cumming, Daddy! Make me cum! Harder! Owww... yessss!" I see her convulsing under his brutal assault, and it doesn't make any sense. Was she into it the whole time? Does she have some kind of masochistic fetish that I don't know about? I've lost count of how many times my whole world has been turned on its head.

"That's my girl," he bellows, and his whole body tenses up. I know what that means.

"Give it to me, Daddy. Give me your cum. Put it all inside me... deep in my little cunny!"

After half a dozen more savage thrusts, he stops to catch his breath. Virginia goes limp under him, her face the picture of beatific satisfaction. I can't wrap my head around it... any of it.

"Did you get that?" he asks abruptly.

I hold off on the smart-aleck remark I'm thinking of making, and sullenly reply: "I did." I don't know what exactly I just got, but whatever it was, I got it. "Why do you even want me to record this?" I know why I would want it, but I can't imagine Darius wants it so he can watch it later and beat off. He can fuck Virginia whenever he wants, no need for him to ever jerk off.

"For the money," he says as he pulls out and then checks his handiwork. "I need to start earning." It takes a few seconds, but then his big load of semen oozes out of her pussy. "Give me the camera, then get in there and do your thing, Matty."

I hand him the video recorder and move between her legs. I've done it before, but this time I have reservations. Last time I didn't have to see his cum spilling out of her. I don't think I can do it. "C'mon, sweetie, I'm ready for my dessert. Mommy needs her clitty sucked. You do it so good... please..."

That makes up my mind. I steel myself and go in. I lick up the goo leaking out of her gaping fuck hole and nearly gag. It's more about the consistency than the taste at this point. What makes it worse is that I know I'm being recorded eating another man's creampie. It's beyond humiliating.

"There you go... make Mommy cum..." So, if she's Mommy, and he's Daddy, what the fuck does that make me? Do I even want to know?

"Wait, what do you mean, for the money?"

Darius leans in close with the camera. "Lap it up, little guy. Don't miss a drop."

Hearing him talk to me like that makes me want to stop. I'm about to say as much when Virginia speaks. "Do what he says, bitch. Lick my cunt clean. Suck all of his cum out of me, faggot. Eat me! Eat the cum out of my nasty cunt hole!"

Damn, she's really getting off on this. I go back in and attack her pussy. She screams and grabs my head. I love the enthusiasm. She humps my face while continuing to demand that I eat her out or tongue fuck her cock socket. Where is she coming up with this stuff? I no longer care about being recorded; it's just me and her. Just me orally pleasuring my beautiful, horny slut wife.

She climaxes with a lot of noise and spastic body movements. Damn, I must be good to get that kind of reaction out of her. I swallow the cum that is ejected out of her pussy during her orgasm. It all belongs to Darius. My wife never was a squirter.

"Nice!" Darius says and stops recording. "That's the money shot."

"I still want to know what you mean about making money," I say, sounding a bit too whiny.

"I figure we post this online somewhere. You can make a fortune with porn. Y'know, create one of those FanPages or put it up on ShareMyWife. We'll rake it in."

"Virginia will never agree to that," I say with confidence. She wouldn't let me record her for our own private enjoyment, no way she'll let him put her out on the web for everyone to see. What if her parents find out?

"What d'ya say, Ginny? You don't mind having a bunch of guys jerking off to you, right?"

"Sounds like fun. Do you really think they will?"

"Of course, babe. You're hotter than any porn star out there. If you weren't fucking me, I'd definitely jerk off to you. And look at Matty-boy here. He is married to you and he still jerks off over you every chance he gets. Show her."

I get up onto my knees and start pulling on my erection. Virginia's eyes go wide and she smiles. "I love watching you do that," she coos and touches her clit. "I want you to cum on my tits."

"Hold on, let me get this." Darius starts taping again, mostly recording Virginia's naked tits, her long legs, and her well-used pussy. My dick barely makes the cut. It's only a minute or so before I'm moaning and spewing my modest load onto her stiff nipple. My volume of semen doesn't even come close to what Darius produces. I've got to stop jerking off so much.

"That was nice," she says with a giggle. I love the feel of warm cum on my skin. What's even better is someone licking it off me." She looks at Darius and gives him a wink.

"Sorry, babe, I'm working the camera. Matty is going to have to do that for you. You heard her, give my girl what she wants."

I already had my fill of jizz for one day, but what choice do I have? I lick the spunk from her tit. Since I just came, I'm not into it at all, but I force myself. While I'm there, I suck her nipple for her. She responds... she likes it. That makes me feel better about everything. At least I can still make her feel good in my own way.

"That's a good boy," Darius says and I can't tell if he's taunting me or not. "You like that, don't you, Matty? You love the taste of jizz, yeah?" I don't answer him, but in my mind I have to acknowledge that I kind of do. What the fuck is wrong with me? "I've got some more here for you," he says suggestively.

I look and see a bead of semen at the tip of his cock. I don't know if it's pre-cum or post-cum, but it's definitely cum. I'm not sure what he expects me to do about it. I just stare at it.

"Go on, I know you want to. It's all yours, Matty. Lick it up. Straight from the source."

"Oh, ah... I don't think I... I'm not... I don't want..."

"Don't be a pussy, come get it. Suck it up and go for it." I can't deny that it looks good to me. Not just the cum but the big cock behind it. The only thing holding me back is that I don't want Virginia to think less of me for doing what I want to do right now.

"Go ahead, sweetie," Virginia prompts. "I do it all the time. If you can eat it out of my pussy, then you can lick it off of his cock. It would be so hot to see that. Do it for me."

I don't know if I should believe her, but just to keep up appearances, I lean in. I can't believe it's happening. Am I really going to lick another man's penis? And the answer is: Yes, I am!

My whole body tingles and I'm barely aware that I'm doing it. I can taste his cum in my mouth, and I have a vague impression of how his piss slit feels against my tongue. It's very smooth and soft. I don't want to like it, but I do.

"There's still some in there. Suck it out," he commands. I'm helpless to resist as he pushes his cock against my lips. I open up enough to let him put the head of his penis in my mouth. Instinctively, I begin sucking. I'm rewarded with more jizz. Not a lot, but enough to let me know I'm sucking on a cock. I try to get more and keep sucking, circling my tongue around his fat cockhead. He lets me have it for a few more seconds, then pulls away.

I'm disappointed, but I don't want to show it. I glance at Virginia and she gives me a huge smile. Okay, that's good to see. I was afraid she would judge me for sucking a dick, but she seems to like it. That's a relief. But just how accepting might she be if things go further?

"I like this," she says. "I think we make a good team, the three of us." She grabs our cocks, one in each hand. "I never thought about being part of a throuple before, but the idea is growing on me. What do you boys think?"

I hold my tongue, afraid to say what I really think. The prospect has it's merits, but can I stand to share her with another man on a permanent basis? I mean... I love watching her getting fucked. And I know she likes it. But I'm thinking that could be a once-in-a-while thing for us, not a 24/7 kind of deal. I am looking forward to us getting our old life back, but I fear this throuple thing would involve me being forever banished to the guest room. I can't work out exactly how I feel about it.

"Sounds fine to me," Darius says in that deep, rumbling voice of his. "As long as little Matty can follow the rules. The only dick you take in that pussy is mine, and it's his job to give you all the head you want. That works for me. What do you say, Matty?"

I hate those rules, and I'm about to say as much when I catch Virginia's eye. She's trying to tell me something. Her steady gaze bores into me. She wants me to agree. Does she want that for real, or is it just a ploy to lull him into a false sense of security until we can figure a way out of this?

I swallow hard, the flavor of his cum still in my mouth. What choice do I really have? It's either this or nothing. I nod and clear my throat. "Yeah, I guess that would be okay," I half-heartedly agree. Virginia becomes enthused and grabs me in a big hug along with a happy squeal. Darius claps me on the shoulder and gives it a squeeze, reminding me of how damned strong he is. "This is going to work out great," he says. "Better than I expected. This gives me the best pussy I ever had, and a fun little dick to play with as a bonus."

"All I know is that someone better hurry up and fuck me with one of these cocks before I go out looking for someone to make this a foursome!"

"No rest for the wicked," Darius gripes with a grin. "While I'm doing her, you can put your dick in my mouth if you want, Matty-boy. Or, if you really want to seal the deal, you can fuck my man pussy." He slaps his own ass as if I need clarification about what he is offering. It's tempting if I'm being honest with myself, but I'm afraid this isn't the right time for that. Yeah, I'm afraid - for several reasons.

Not only would that completely tear down my illusion of not being willing to have sex with a man, but I was afraid I'd like it... too much. What would that make me? And besides, if I stuck it in his butt while he was fucking Virginia, there is a good chance he'll yank my dick off when he came. I've seen how intense this guy gets when he blows his load. I can't risk it.

He gets between her legs and shoves himself into her. She lets out a familiar scream. No matter how many times he puts it in her, it stll seems to shock her. I hate how jealous that makes me feel. To assuage my annoyance, I put my dick in his face. He happily opens up and takes me into his mouth. He has no compunction about how anyone sees him. He's not worried about people thinking he's gay. The guy just wants sex and doesn't care where he gets it or from who.

Virginia giggles as he goes to work on me. "Oh, I love it when my boys get along like this. Everybody getting what they want." I look down and watch her body quake with each thumping thrust from the sex-beast who had completely infiltrated our lives. It is difficult to be too upset as my dick is being sucked by that very same beast - and sucked well, I might add. Maybe this throuple thing can work out.

I watch his thick cock plunge in and out of her shaved pussy. I really do miss her bush - it was so cute... and sexy. Her bald slit also has its appeal, but it lacks a certain alluring mystery that was there before. In the overall big picture, it was a minor thing - nothing to get hung up on.

I have to concentrate on cumming first before he does. The last thing I want is for my dick to be in his mouth when he gets off and bites down. I don't doubt for a second that he would bite my wiener right off! Don't want to risk that.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Virginia whimpers as he repeatedly slams into her without mercy. "Suck his dick, baby! Suck that dick you horny motherfucker!" For some reason, that strikes me as odd. I know it doesn't mean anything, but she's not a mother, so he can't rightfully be called a motherfucker... can he? It's stupid, and I have more important things to worry about, but it's too late, my brain is off and running.

What if she's pregnant? She wouldn't let that happen. Virginia did stop taking her birth control a couple of months back. And he hasn't been using a condom. Darius certainly isn't pulling out. Except for when she's blowing him, all his loads are going into her pussy... deep into her pussy. I have a sinking feeling, but the idea of her with a big, round belly is beyond sexy. Her breasts swollen with milk, and her ass getting all plump and juicier than ever. Just the idea of her with a growing baby bump puts me over the edge and I blast my load down his throat without a word.

I catch him off guard, and he gags for a second, then handles my orgasm like an expert. How much cock did this guy suck in prison? Enough that his mouth can give any woman a run for her money. Before I'm completely finished, Virginia starts going off. Her mounting cries reach a quick crescendo, and she lets loose with one of her familiar orgasmic screams that I've become accustomed to hearing coming from her ever since Darius arrived. It sounds pretty good to me.

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I have to start seriously thinking about going back to work. A sabbatical is one thing, but an extended leave just to jerk off to my wife getting fucked by her ex-husband doesn't make any sense. Aside from the fact that I'm going to have to start tapping into our savings to pay the bills, it's past time to move this thing along - whatever "this thing" is.

I worry that what's happening is ruining my marriage. At the same time, in many ways, it's improving it. Or is that simply me justifying what's going on for my own perverse enjoyment. I never thought of myself as a cuck, but there's no denying I get off on seeing my wife fucking another guy. And it doesn't hurt that the guy she's fucking is hot enough that I've considered doing him myself... quite a few times. Lately, even, I've thought about him doing me.

I would never admit that to anyone. I could barely admit it to myself, but there was no getting around the reality that on more than a few occasions I found myself jerking off to fantasies of Virginia "forcing" me to suck his cock, or demanding that I let him drill my ass while she watches. That's the part that appeals to me the most, I think. The thought of her seeing me do it. Not only seeing it, but wanting to see it and enjoying it. I like to picture her getting as turned on watching me getting fucked as I do watching her. A longshot, maybe, but it still turns me on.

Even if I could get that, it wouldn't change the reality that Darius owns my life - in more ways than one. He certainly owns my wife, no question about that. And he pretty much owns me - which reminds me I have to see about getting him that job. The implicit threat of death is more than enough to keep me in line. I hate myself for being such a coward, but I can't bring myself to fight against something that I'm getting so much pleasure and enjoyment from.

I know how wrong it is on every level, but I can't seem to muster the fortitude to do anything about it. Maybe I don't want things to change, and I want it to keep happening. If I do that, I'm no better than him. Worse, if you ask me. I'm not even willing to make my wife fuck other guys for my entertainment, but I'm using him to do that for me and letting him take responsibility for it. I am nothing but a sniveling little bitch. I hate myself, but I also hate the idea of giving it all up.

I listen at the door. The sound of Virginia getting pounded is easy to hear. Her moans are punctuated with yips of delight. She's getting what she wants. I slowly stroke my erection. I don't want to cum until I hear her orgasm.

I know I could just walk in and join them, but I don't want to spoil things... for them or for me. I'm having fun "spying" on them. I worry that if Virginia knew I was there she'd feel obligated to put on a performance for me. This way I know the sounds I'm hearing are genuine. My wife is getting fucked and she's loving it on her own terms. She wants this and it has nothing to do with pleasing me, or anyone else. She's doing it because she wants to.

That's what makes it so hot.

I try to hold back, but I cum too soon. I can't resist beating my meat like a madman to the sounds of their lovemaking - if that's what you can call it. I feel pathetic and weak, but the orgasm is as good as any... maybe better because of the fact that no one knows what I'm doing. A true guilty pleasure.

I clean up as best as I can and slink back to my bed to lie down. It's at least another hour before the sounds of fucking subside and I can finally get to sleep. Those two are some kind of sexual athletes. She never went that long with me. Not that I could last that long anyway. I did manage to jack off one more time listening to them, but it wasn't as good as when I was at their door. Maybe I should be thinking about it as "their" door - it's "my" door..."our" door.

No point in getting all worked up about it. I just had to get my head right... somehow.

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