Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 10

Prisoner Dilemma 10

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 10

I sit in the kitchen late one night. The gun is on the table in front of me. I've loaded the bullets in the magazine and slid it into place. I'm conflicted, but not sure exactly why.

I have a whole new perspective since the night Virginia came to me. Am I being too hasty? Am I letting my insecurities get the better of me? Is this who I really am? I hate to admit how much I likes the smell of the gun. The oil, the sharp tang of the metal, the insinuation of power. I never understood the allure before, but now I do. To hold the key to life and death in your hand is an intoxicating prospect. One too tempting to be good for you.

I pack the gun away into the box it came in, and tuck it at the back of the top shelf in my guest room. It's there if I ever decide I need it, I tell myself, and then try to forget about it. If Virginia wants to keep getting fucked by this monster, then I would just have to let her. She is all that matters to me. Her pleasure is what's important. I can't give her much, but I can at least give her that.

Things between the three of us go on as they had been. Darius makes himself right at home, screwing Virginia as much as he wants whenever and whereever he likes. Meanwhile, I bite the bullet and watch it all happen, unable (or unwilling) to stop it. I'm jerking off more than ever, but it's a strangely satisfying experience, despite the indignity of it all.

Darius begins his new job doing landscaping. I have to drive him and drop him off in Park City three times a week, but the nice thing is that it gives me some alone time with my wife. Most days, she greets me naked or with some new bit of sexy lingerie on. Our lovemaking has never been more passionate or meaningful. She still won't let me cum on her face or fuck her ass, but that's fine with me, I'm happy with dumping my load deep into her pussy every chance I get.

I miss doing her doggy style. I can't stand to see that tattoo when she's on all fours and I'm behind her. That damned tramp stamp haunts me. As soon as Darius is gone, that thing is getting lasered off. In the meantime, I'm happy to let her be on top and ride me. It's easier for her to cum that way, which works out well for everyone. I love that I'm now able to get her off with my dick. I can finally feel like a man again.

Darius is a bit suspicious, but Virginia is able to convince him that nothing is going on between us while he's at work. The dumb oaf buys her line of bullshit and we are able to keep fucking behind his back. It's almost like I'm cheating with my own wife! Crazy shit.

But then things get crazier.

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The day starts like any other; the two of them fucking loudly in the bedroom, me listening at the door and whacking off alone. It's better than nothing, so I'm happy to at least be able to hear it happening.

The door opens suddenly, and Virginia is there with a big smile on her face. "I knew you'd be out here!" she squeals and pulls me into the room. She and Darius are naked, I have a t-shirt on, and a pair of boxers around my ankles. She helps me strip down to nothing.

"We're going to have fun today!" she announces. She seems to be having fun every day lately. How will today be any different for her? "You didn't cum yet, did you?" She grabs my dick, not letting me touch it.

"No, but it looks like he has," I grumble, referencing the jizz smeared all over her belly and pussy mound. Surely his second or third load of the day, so far.

"Oh, yeah, of course." She scoops some up with her fingers and sucks them clean. What a fucking slut. I love it. "We're going to take a shower," she tells me. "When we get out, I want you in our bed, naked and hard. Got it?"

I like this new dominant side of her, especially when it involves sex with me! "I'll be there," I confirm, getting excited for what she has in mind. Is she going to let me fuck her in front of her ex? That would show him who the boss is around here. Maybe too much to hope for.

"And no jerking off. Is that clear?"

"Then you better not take too long," I say, looking her up and down lustfully. "I won't be able to hold off if I don't get some soon."

"Oh, you'll get all you can handle, trust me." A soft kiss on the cheek, and she's off to the shower with the beast. I get onto the bed just as the water starts running and try not to imagine her getting all wet and soapy in there. And I have to struggle not to think about her taking that big cock of his in any one of her available holes. All of those delectable holes will be mine again one day soon.

I neaten up the bed, put the dildos I find in the sheets away in her nightstand drawer. I have to hand it to Darius, he did a good job fixing the bed. It seems pretty solid. Maybe the guy isn't totally useless.

I like the idea that she has all these fuck toys. That turns me on knowing she likes sex enough to want to fuck herself sometimes. Damn, it's all I can do to keep my hand off my dick!

I hear the shower stop, and arrange myself on the bed, trying to find the sexiest pose I'm capable of. It's not much, but it's something. I'm sure she'll appreciate it no matter how foolish I look.

Virginia comes out first. Her naked skin is silky smooth with just a hint of moisture after drying off. Damn, how does she look so fucking good? All the added sex has given her a kind of angelic glow. It's ethereal.

The brute follows. His cock is mostly hard and looking as good as ever. I wonder if it tastes like my wife's pussy or asshole. Not that I'll ever know. He sees me there on the bed, and shoots me a creepy wink. I hate that, but my dick stays hard anyway.

Virginia goes to her dresser and opens a top drawer. She pulls out something flimsy and sheer - a piece of lingerie I don't recognize. She begins slipping it on. I'm intrigued.

"Oh, yeah, let's g, o baby. Time to get extra sexy," Darius says as if he's at a strip club hoping to get lucky. She finishes pulling on her outfit and turns around. I can't breathe for several seconds.

It's a body suit - one I didn't know she had. Did she buy it for him? Probably.

The whole thing is see-through and hugs her body like a second skin. It's crotchless, and has cut-outs for both of her tits. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. She turns and gives us a peek at the back. Her ass crack is completely exposed, as is most of her well-muscled back. If I'm not careful I'm going to cream myself before anything even happens!

"Do you boys want this?" she says as seductively as I've ever heard her.

"Fuck, yeah," Darius answers right away.

"Sure," I add lamely.

'Okay, then, you two are going to have to put on a little show for me first." She slaps her own ass and turns around to give us another look at her gorgeous tits framed in that outfit like works of fine art.

"Show?" I squeak, fearing what that means.

"Exactly," she purrs. "Let's start with some blowjobs," she licks her lips as she says this. "Darius, darling, how about you get things going by showing us how it's done. Suck Matty's cock."

"No problem," he responds eagerly and comes to me. Before I can say anything, my dick is in his mouth getting sucked. I don't even know what I'd say if I were able. Now that he's doing it, I don't want it to stop, as I admire my wife's sensuous display of sexuality like nothing I've seen.

I find my hips moving slightly. I realize that I'm fucking his face. It's embarrassing that I'm behaving like this with with another guy, especially with Virginia there to witness it, but she smiles and starts rubbing her pussy, so it must be turning her on. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," I moan.

"So soon?" Virginia teases. "Okay, well, we can't have that, it's too early. I want you two to switch." At that, Darius moves, puts a hand on my shoulder, and forces me down to his crotch. I know what's coming and can't be sure if I'm more scared or excited for it. Before I can make up my mind, his cock is in my face and forcing it's way into my mouth. I reluctantly take it in.

It's bizarre, but at the same time, it feels like it was always meant to happen. I didn't want to admit it, but I've been wanting to suck his cock since the first time I saw it. I've never felt that way before. Then again, I never had a guy like him parading around in front of me naked all the time.

I suck his fat cockhead and run my tongue over his piss hole. Much to my surprise, I like it more than I want to. It is weird, but also kind of nice. I hate that it's another guy, but Virginia seems to be loving it and gets closer so she can get a better look. I don't want to let her down.

I take him deeper. It feels like I practically have to unhinge my jaw to get him in. I'm able to have a better appreciation for my wife's skills when it comes to deepthroating me, much less sucking off this monster cock. It doesn't take much before I'm feeling him at the back of my throat, and I gag a little. There will be no deepthroating happening for me.

"That's right, baby, choke on it. Suck his big cock for me. So fucking hot!" Virginia cheers me on, and bolsters my determination to make this happen for her, no matter how I feel about it. I focus and suck another man's cock right in front of her, and it feels... liberating.

I hate to admit how much I'm enjoying it, but it's everything I imagined it would be. My lips wrapped tight around his hardness. His soft head teasing the back of my tongue. The manly smell of it all. And the realization that I actually have a dick in my mouth.

Thankfully, I can at least taste my wife's pussy on it. That somehow makes it seem okay that I am acting like a perverted faggot. But he sucked my dick first, so at least it isn't just me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Virginia masturbating vigorously to the sight of me blowing her ex-husband. I love that she's getting off to this!

"Get ready, Matty," Darius growls, putting his hand on the back of my head so I can't escape. "I'm going to blow my load." With that warning he begins actively fucking my face. Fear hits me. I don't know if I can handle it. I can't breathe, and I don't think I'm ready to take another man's cum in my mouth. It's only a matter of seconds before I realize it doesn't matter.

None of it is up to me anymore. All I can do is hold on and go along for the ride. I hear Virginia begin to orgasm - those tell-tale little cries of hers. If I die, at least I'll die making her happy.

Darius roars, and my throat is flooded with his semen. I knew it was coming, but it's still a shock. How do women do this? I gag and begin choking. Cum from the back of my throat goes up and I can feel it in my nose. Not something I was expecting.

I manage to swallow down most of his thick wad. I thought it would make me feel sick, but for some reason, I'm okay. I've got a huge load of cum in my belly. It's surreal.

"Lick his balls, baby... suck those nuts," Virginia urges me as she ramps up toward another wild orgasm. "Do it, baby! Do if for me!"

I go down and lick his clean-shaven balls. It's not as good as sucking his dick, but I like it just fine.

"Oh, yeah, give them a nice tongue bath, Matty. Suck my balls, you little bitch. Get in there... yes..."

I don't like being called a little bitch, but what choice do I have? I kind of have to agree with him. I feel like a little bitch, especially as his cock flexes and more semen spills out onto my forehead. The humiliation still isn't quite enough to overcome my desire to savor this man's penis with my wife there to see it all. She loves it, and so do I.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, baby. Suck those balls. God, that's so fucking sexy. You're my man whore, aren't you? My faggot cocksucker. Make me cum, bitch. Make my cunt cum, you queer little bitch." The bed bounces as she thrashes about in the throes of the very intense orgasm she's giving herself. Each one seems to be stronger than the last. This is the capper.

Darius takes his balls away, and I'm surprisingly disappointed. No one was forcing me to do this, I wanted it... Maybe I wanted it all along. It felt good to finally get it. To admit to myself that I wanted it. And to do it with my wife as a witness made it more real than anything. This wasn't a dirty secret that I harbored any longer. This is now who I am. A degenerate cuckold who likes to suck big penises. It's not as embarrassing as I thought it would be. I'm even a little proud of myself, even as I can still taste his cum in my mouth.

He goes to my wife and kisses her. She accepts him willingly. I no longer have any illusions. Virginia wants to kiss him. She wants to be possessed by him. I'm little more than a distraction for her amusement. I look over her gorgeous body as he gets on top of her and unceremoniously shoves his big cock into her tight pussy. She cries out - partly in pain, but mostly with pleasure. I'm going to lose her if I don't do something soon. I can't bear the idea of that happening.

My thoughts go to the gun. It's hidden in the closet, and it's loaded. It has to be soon - this week. I'd been planning it for weeks, but there is no guarantee of success. What if it didn't work for some reason? What if I made a miscalculation and I can't go through with it? What if I fuck it up just like I seem to do with everything else in my life?

I listen to the steady rhythm of my wife getting her cunt railed right next to me. That helps bring my attention back to the moment. There's no two ways about it: my wife is getting fucked by a man who is not me, and she's loving it more than anything. It sucks, but it's also insanely hot. Even the jealousy I feel is inexplicably arousing. God, I can't wait until the next time she lets me fuck her.

I take hold of my hard dick, knowing this may be my last chance to enjoy seeing my wife being pleasured like this. She's so goddamned beautiful I watch his ass moving between her stocking-sheathed thighs, his taut muscles clenching with each thrust. His smooth, hairless, round butt. I never found a man's ass sensual before, but there is no denying that his fits the bill. That gives me an idea.

I reach for the lube and oil up my cock. Next thing I know, I'm mounting him from behind. He slows what he's doing to my wife, and looks back at me. "What's going on back there, buddy?" he asks with a knowing grin.

"It's time for you to be the bitch," I say as strongly as I can muster. I launch myself forward before I can rethink what I'm doing, and my dick goes between his ass cheeks. I'm afraid I'm going to cum just from that alone. But then he angles his butt up and relaxes. Before I know it, my dick is in his asshole!

I'm really doing it - I'm fucking a guy in the butt! "That's right, you slut, take it. You're my whore now." I don't know where this stuff is coming from, but I can't stop talking, even knowing that it could end up with me getting my head ripped off and pissed in.

"You like that, bitch? You like getting fucked in the ass, you faggot? This is my ass. I own you, whore. You're mine! Aaaarrrhhhh!" His ass clenches around my cock just as I start to cum. It's better than any pussy I've ever had, including Virginia's. It doesn't make sense, and I don't try to rationalize it in the moment.

The reality that I'm fucking him while he fucks Virginia is too much for me to fathom. It's beyond any fantasy I've ever even contemplated. How is this the pinnacle of my sexual life as a man?

Instead of worrying about that, I just let go and concentrate on the incredible sensation of dominating this man and turning him into a living receptacle for my orgasm. I continue to thrust until every drop of my semen is inside of him. Never have I ever subjugated anyone so completely. I poured everything I had into him, and all he could do was accept it. Virginia's wails distract me from my train of thought. I want to think it is my display of aggressive masculinity that's making her cum, but I'm sure his big black cock slamming into her has more to do with it.

I feel his anus pulsing around my dick as he finishes in her. The guy is a damned orgasm machine. It will take me at least an hour before I'll be ready to go again.

After, we are all splayed out on the bed recovering from our exertions, dicks wet with pussy juice or lube, Darius' hand finds my limp prick. He fiddles with it a bit playfully. It feels kind of nice, but at the same time, it reminds me of just what a useless specimen of a man I am by comparison.

"You got three days," Darius rasps, apparently talking to me.

"For what?"

"Three days to get your asshole ready for me. I'm coming for you, boy. It's your choice, you can stretch it out yourself, or I can do it for you. But, one way or the other, I'm gonna fuck that virgin asshole of yours."

Just one more reason this thing has to end... soon.

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