Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 08

Prisoner Dilemma 8

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 8

Darius and Virginia are out most of the day. I can't help but wonder where they had gone, and is it possible for them not to fuck for that long? Of course, it is. Wherever they are, they're probably doing it. It wouldn't surprise me if she is giving him road-head somewhere at that very moment, even though I am sure he doesn't have a valid driver's license.

When they finally arrive home, they are both in good moods - so the road-head is pretty much confirmed. Virginia is being extra flirty with him, which was somewhat unusual, at least in front of me. Every time she is near him she gives him a playful bump with her butt, which elicits a chuckle when she does it. What the fuck is going on with them?

"You're in a good mood," I say, sounding grumpy about it. She just flashes me a big smile, then remembers herself and the smile quickly fades.

"Oh... well... we had a nice time today, that's all. No big deal."

She isn't telling me the whole story. "What did you two do? You've been gone all day."

Virginia looks to Darius questioningly. He considers something, then smiles and gives her a curt nod of assent.

"He got me a tattoo!" she squeals, more excited than she should be.

"A... what?"

"My first tattoo. You know how I always wanted one, but couldn't decide what to get. Well, he decided for me. What do you think?

She turns around and lifts her shirt. There, on her lower back, is a circle of red roses and blue butterflies around the name Darius written in fancy script. My wife has a tramp stamp of another man's name! I cycle through several conflicting emotions in a matter of seconds. Surprise. Disbelief. Jealousy. Betrayal. And finally, arousal.

I have to admit it's a good-looking tattoo, and the placement is quite perfect. There's no denying it looks sexy on her. For her first tattoo, she could have done worse. But now and forever I will be confronted by that name every time I fuck her from behind, or she rides me reverse cowgirl style. I glance at Darius, and he's leering at the tattoo with a shit-eating grin. That motherfucker.

A new emotion takes over - the burning need for revenge. This is his way of marking his territory. He wants to let me know who she really belongs to. He wants to tell me that Virginia is not my wife anymore, she's his property. I never wanted a gun more than I did at that instant.

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A plan forms in Matt's head. It starts out as just a fantasy, but the more he thinks about it, the more he convinces himself it's something he can actually do. It starts with finding Darius the job he needs so badly.

He calls up Reggie, a guy he went to college with years ago. Hopefully, he is still in the area. As luck would have it, he is, and he still owns a landscaping business. He explains that there's this ex-con he knows who needs a break.

Reggie is reluctant until Matt mentions the favor would be more for Virginia than for him. Reggie follows her on Instagram, and has the hots for her (as do most men he knows), so he agrees to find Darius something to do so he can put him on the books.

They finalize the arrangements, and step one of his plan is in place. The next thing he needs is a handgun. Anything will do, but he wants something powerful. He's not looking for Dirty Harry level firepower, but something he won't be embarrassed about shopping for. He's not going to buy a "lady gun." He's already had enough humiliation for one lifetime.

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"I found you a job," Matt tells Darius the next time he shows up in the kitchen naked.

"A what? Oh, right, forgot about that. I hope it's not a bitch job like yours."

"Landscaping. Building rock walls and shit like that."

Darius nods, thinking it over. "I like that. Sounds like a good workout. Gotta keep the guns on point for the ladies, right?" He flexes and does a bodybuilding pose. It's all I can do not to drop to my knees and start sucking his massive cock. This is getting ridiculous. I try to clear my head and stop thinking like such a faggot.

"I don't want to start this week, though, I still have a bunch of fucking to catch up on. Virginia wants to invite her friend Stephanie to join us."

Stephanie? Her hot blond friend who used to be a stripper? What the fuck? She never mentioned doing that with me before. Once again, Darius is living the life that I want for myself.

"Ah, you got a thing for Stephanie?" he says and motions toward the bulge in my shorts.

"No... not really," I lie.

"I'll tell you what, I'll see what I can do about getting a video of it all for you to watch later. I might be out of practice, though. It's been a while since I've done two chicks at once. Ginny used to wrangle up sluts for me on the regular when we were married. But I don't have to tell you about that, you know how it is."

I know nothing of the sort. She never even hinted at wrangling anything up for me. I'd have loved to watch her go down on another chick, or ride some chick's face. I might cum just thinking about it. At least I might get to see it on video, if I'm lucky. I realize how pathetic that is, and try to feel the appropriate amount of shame, but I'm too excited to get there.

"You'll start next Monday. I'll drive you."

"Thanks, bud." He claps me on the shoulder with one of those big mitts of his and smiles. "This calls for a celebration. I'm going to go fuck my wife's sexy ass to let her know I'm back for good."

Did he mean that literally, or is it just an expression? There is no way his cock would fit in her ass, it barely goes in her pussy. I'm just being paranoid, but I can't help but follow him when he heads to the bedroom, his cock getting fully hard as he goes.

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There's some conversation when he gets into the room. Even though he left the door wide open, I can't make out what they're saying. It sounds like he's trying to convince her of something. My stomach sinks, I'm pretty sure I know what that something is.

He then goes to the drawer in her nightstand. I peek in and she's naked, getting herself arranged on all fours. It's my worst nightmare coming true, I can feel it. Darius returns to her and begins lubing up her asshole for what he obviously talked her into. He is actually going to try to fuck my sweet, little wife's ass. I have a fear that she won't survive it.

Much to my shock, she not only survived it but had at least half a dozen very vocal orgasms along the way. It's impossible to imaine she wouldn't even consider letting me put a finger in her ass, much less my dick, and here she is letting this guy jam his monster cock up her shitter like it was any other day.

I'm ashamed to admit that I had my share of silent orgasms watching it all go down. If I couldn't do it myself, at least I could live vicariously through my captor. She looked great offering up her butt, then getting railed like a complete ass whore.

It seemed like it hurt in the beginning, but once they got going, she was loving every second of it. Does that open the door for me? I doubt she'd even feel my dick up there if I buttfucked her. Especially after taking that fat hog of his! This must be what she meant when she said that thing about him "going places I wasn't ready for."

She was right, I'm not ready for her to get her asshole fucked by another man, but I can't say I'm not taking a great deal of joy from it. And it's not just because she looks hot doing it, but because I love seeing her be so sexually adventurous.

Virginia isn't doing it just to please me, or even her ex-husband. She's doing it because she is a kinky bitch who wants it for its own sake. My wife loves getting reamed in the ass. I never would have guessed. I should be ashamed of myself for not only letting this happen, but also for getting off on it. I'm a terrible husband... a terrible person.

I resolve to go out tomorrow and buy that gun. As distasteful as owning a firearm is to me, I'm left with no choice. It comes down to a simple matter of him or me. I've been backed into a corner. Sure, they can toss around the idea of a throuple, but that's just not how I'm built. I wouldn't mind sharing her every once in a while, with a stranger or another chick, but having some dude constantly around fucking her doesn't work for me.

But, knowing that, it's not going to stop me from jacking my dick to the raunchy, live porno playing out between my wonderful wife and her well-hung assailant. Every muscle in my body tenses up as I explode once again, shooting my jizz all over the place and not even caring about the mess I'm making. I hate how good it feels to cum so hard over what I'm seeing.

Worse is knowing that in a few hours I'll be doing it again. I'm unable to resist the lure of their lovemaking, if you can even call it that. Despite my slavish devotion to watching this cocksman put it to my wife, it's an unsustainable situation. A situation that must end.

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