Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 09

Prisoner Dilemma 9

by Lacey O'Shea

Chapter 9

I manage to pull myself away from the blissful fuckers the next day and take a ride to a shop on the other side of the city. It seems weird to go to the one close to my house. "Bert's Firearms" is a typical place, as far as I can tell, and it feels intimidating as soon as I walk in. This is not my world.

Leo, the guy behind the counter, is helpful and guides me through my purchase. I end up selecting a fairly common 9mm pistol - manly enough for me without being anything too flashy.

"You gotta do a gun safety course before I can sell you this," he explains after he takes my credit card and starts ringing up my purchase. Shit, I don't have fucking time for that. My plan is going out the window. "Lucky for you, we are authorized training providers. Just twenty-five bucks."

"Yeah, okay, fine. Sign me up." I was going to have to endure at least another week of seeing my wife getting pounded by a brutish, sweaty felon. I might also not be able to escape getting pounded myself. After seeing Virginia take it in the ass, I don't think I can handle him - even if I wanted to. Maybe with a little practice...

I sign the form Leo gives me and pass it back to him. "Okay, this all looks to be in order. Never been to jail?" he asks and checks off a box before I even answer.

"Not yet, no." He chuckles, thinking I'm making a joke.

"Okay, then," he picks up the gun I'm buying, pops the magazine out and shows it to me. "Bullets go in here, when you pull this, the bullet comes out here. Don't point it at anyone you don't want dead. Always wear hearing protection." He thinks, then nods. "There, safety training complete, here's your certificate." He passes over a plain piece of paper with something printed on it that looks like a diploma. This is why I hate guns and gun culture. Such bullshit.

That doesn't stop me from taking my purchase, along with a box of shells, and a holster before walking out of the shop, knowing my life is going to change forever after this.

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The weekend, as expected, is more of them fucking like a couple of horny teenagers with me on the sidelines beating off like the pathetic loser I am. I did get to put my dick in Virginia's mouth at one point, which was nice, but that was soon followed by Darius sucking me off to completion. It is bad enough that my wife was seeing me getting my cock sucked by another man, but for her to see me cum because of it was beyond humiliating. I guess that is part of the game for them. Thereias a bright spot.

Late one night, Virginia comes quietly into the guest room where I'm trying to get to sleep. I'd done my best to avoid the two of them that day, determined to ween myself off of watching them going at it. She drops the flimsy negligee she has on and I am instantly hard for her.

"He's out," she whispers, gets on the bed, and kisses me. "I missed you."

"I've been here the whole time," is mumble and let her kiss me again.

"You haven't been here in this hole," she says, spreading her pussy lips for me. Damn, that looks good, even without her bush.

"Maybe we can do something about that," I suggest, hoping beyond hope that she's thinking what I'm thinking.

"I'd like that very much," she coos, lays back, and opens her legs to me. I'm overwhelmed with by gesture. I know she's my wife, but it feels like a real honor to be given the go ahead to put my dick in her like this. After everything she's been getting for the past two weeks, she still wants me. That feels like something. She's even willing to risk her ex's murderous wrath just to fuck me. That means a lot. I climb on top of her.

We begin to make love. I'm deliberately gentle and caring with her. I don't want to treat her like he does. I want this to be special for Virginia. I want her to know how much I value her and want to make her feel good. I'm not just using her for my own selfish purposes. We're sharing something beautiful with each other. This is for her as much as it is for me.

It feels amazing. It's just the two of us, like it was before. She holds me tight with her arms and with her legs. Her pussy may not feel as tight as it used to, but after taking that ridiculous cock of his so much I can't blame her for that. Her pussy is still strong and she can grip me with it like always. I couldn't ask for a better woman.

"Cum inside me, please," she whispers huskily into my ear. Her words are inspiring. Not just because she talking dirty, but because those words are meant for me. I never heard her say that to me before. Even though we'd been trying for a kid, she never felt the need to beg for my load before. It's nice, despite the fact that it's something she picked up from him.

If my wife wants cum, she's going to get it. I pick up the pace and our bodies slap together faster. I know I can't compete with him when it comes to size, but I can at least try to match his enthusiasm. "I'm going to fuck you," I growl, feeling a bit silly. Even so, I press ahead. "This is my pussy," I assert as firmly as I can.

"Yes. Take it. Take me!"

I feel like more of a man than I ever have. Like I own her in that moment. That's my woman. Yes, I loves seeing her getting fucked, but now it's time for me to take her back, to reclaim her. I need to make sure she understands that I'm her man no matter what else is going on.

"That's right. You're mine, bitch. All mine!" I thrusts into her hard and fast. It's not my usual technique, but this is not the time for that. I need to dominate her for a change. I have to be the one in charge. The sound of her passionate panting reinforces that drive. She wants me to take control of her, to be her master, show her that I'm her man.

"Yes! I'm yours... fuck me! Fuck my cunt hard!"

That does it! I can't take anymore. I push as deep into her as I can, not even caring that it's not as deep as she's had recently. I roar with a reckless storm of orgasmic expression as I release inside of her grasping cunt. Her ardent pants reach a crescendo, and she's crying out as well.

I can't be, I tell himself. Is it possible? Virginia wails beneath me, humping back with lustful abandon. It's happening, it really is! She screams out... a scream that has become very familiar to me. It's the scream Virginia makes when she cums... when she comes with him.

It's been so long since I've made her cum with my cock, it feels for a moment like she's faking it. But as her body goes through the stages of orgasm, it's clear that I made her cum for real. I'm beyond elated!

"I love you so much," she weeps, grabbing onto him and milking my dick with her pussy for everything I has to offer.

"I'll love you always," I say weakly, never meaning it more than I do in that moment. "No matter what, I'll love you forever." And they kiss.

It's not a crazy, wild kiss, but one of quiet, heartfelt understanding and acceptance. They know who they are, now more than ever. They've seen each other in a new light and are now closer than they've ever been. It seems impossible, but this entire ordeal may very well have saved their marriage.

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