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Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 11

Prisoner Dilemma 11

by Lacey O'Shea

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Chapter 11

I get home from work and listen for the expected sounds of them going at it. But the house is strangely silent. Then I remember that I dropped Darius off at his new job this morning. He's out there in the sun, sweating his balls off somewhere, while I'm here alone with my wife.

She rushes in from the other room dressed in a loose tank top and nothing else, then grabs me in a big hug. It's welcome, but unexpected. "I've got great news! Come and sit down!"

Did he propose to her? Is that how throuples are supposed to work? Was he taking her away on a long "vacation"? Whatever the news is, I have a feeling it isn't going to be great for me.

"What is it, hon? What's going on?"

"Okay, I just found out, and I wanted to wait to be sure before I told you, but..." She claps her hands like a giddy schoolgirl and can barely contain herself. What the fuck is going on with her?

"Here it is, ready?" I nod, not ready at all.

"It happened, finally! Sweetheart... I'm pregnant!" She holds her tummy, squeals, and throws her arms around me.Prisoner Dilemma Ch. 11 фото

My immediate excitement is instantly tempered by the reality that it has to be his, not mine. He'd dumped more cum in her in the past couple months than I had in our entire marriage. That fucking bastard knocked my wife up! This is the final straw.

The only problem is how insanely happy Virginia is. I can't put a damper on that. She doesn't even care that it's his; she just wants a kid. It doesn't matter if it's from some other guy, as long as someone, anyone, put a baby in her. It didn't seem to matter to her that my non-existent sperm count couldn't get the job done, as long as she ultimately got what she wanted.

I don't want to be resentful, but it's almost impossible not to be. I put on a fake smile and play along, celebrating her "great" news with her. She's absolutely glowing. Virginia is going to make an awesome mother, even if the kid isn't mine. How am I supposed to be a good father, knowing what I know? I guess I'm going to be the perfect textbook example of a cuck.

Talk about the ultimate humiliation. I may have owned his ass, but he now owns my whole damned life. Fuck me. I'll never be able to look at that kid and not think of him and the indignity that I've been forced to endure during this insane time in our lives. I don't want her to see how angry this has made me.

I make it through without letting on how pissed I am. She even got us a non-alcoholic "champagne" to celebrate. I pop the cork, and we toast our good fortune. I can't help but wonder if I'd be in prison by the time the baby is born. As soon as I can, I take the gun out to the garage to make sure it's ready to go. It is.

It's time to man up... for real this time.

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When I get home the next day, Virginia is in tears. This is a good sign. I pretend like I don't know what's going on and ask her what happened.

"Justin called from the police station. He's been arrested." I'm relieved, for the moment. It looks like it worked.

"Arrested? For what?"

"I don't know, he didn't say, but your car has been impounded and his parole is going to be revoked."

I drove Virginia's car to work today. I let Darius borrow mine to get to his landscaping gig. What no one knows is that I called in an anonymous report of a guy in a silver Camry who cut me off, then brandished a gun before driving away. Apparently, the cops must have tracked him down and found the gun under the driver's seat, right where I left it.

I'm sure he denied everything, but based on my research, it wouldn't make any difference. No matter who he tried to blame, he was still a felon in possession of a firearm. The gun would trace back to me, but that wasn't important. All that matters is that it was in the car he was solely in control of. As long as no one traces that call back to me, I would be okay. Even if I didn't get away with it, at least he wasn't able to fuck Virginia anymore.

Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do, but what choice did I have? This guy invaded my life, took over my house, and took over my wife. He walked all over me and took advantage of the situation every chance he got. Karma is a bitch. Just like me.

But Virginia doesn't need to know any of this. Sure, she might eventually find out, but hopefully we'll be far away by the time he gets out and we'll be living a whole new life. As long as I don't get into any trouble for what I did, things are going to work out just fine.

Okay, it sucks that I'm going to have to raise someone else's fucking kid, but I'd do anything to make Virginia happy. If that's what it takes, then I'll just have to suck it up. That's all there was to it.

"So he's going back to prison?" I ask, trying to sound sympathetic.

She gives a tearful nod. "He is."

"Okay, well... when the baby comes, we can still bring him, or her, to visit with him at the El Dorado lockup."

"Why would we do that?"

"The guy's a loser, no doubt about it, but don't you want your kid to know his real father?"

She gives me an odd look. "What are you talking about? You're the real father."

I pat her on the shoulder in an effort to be reassuring. "Okay, sure, if you say so."

"Why did you say it like that. You are!"

"Look, sweetheart, we both know he came inside you a lot since he first got here. Sure, it was hot, and I liked seeing you take it all, but there's no point in lying to ourselves." I put my hand gently on her belly. "He's the reason you're pregnant. We've been trying for a long time, then all of a sudden, once he arrives, you get knocked up. That's no coincidence.

"You're right, it's not," she says, a bit more heated than necessary. "Justin is sterile."

There's a long moment of silence as that slowly sinks in. "That's bull," I finally say, not sure why she's lying to me.

"He had some kind of lymphatic cancer when he was a kid. The radiation they gave him fucked up his balls and stuff so he can't have kids. It's one of the reasons I married him. I didn't want kids when I was young and stupid. But then I married you, and that changed."

"But... my sperm count... and all that..."

She stands up and paces the room a few times before speaking, looking exasperated, like I'm making her tell me something she wants to keep to herself. "I read an article a while back. It was about the effects of sexual competition when it comes to males. It had something to do with a pack of chimps or some kind of monkeys. They found that when there were sexual rivals present, sperm production increased in the other males. I wanted to try it and see if it worked." She can't look at me and turns away.

"Wait... what are you saying?"

"Justin called one day to tell me they let him out. And so I... kind of... invited to come here and... do what he did."

"No fucking way. So this whole thing was all your idea?"

"I thought that if you had a sexual rival, it would improve your sperm count. And it worked. I'm pregnant with your baby... with our baby." She gives me the saddest smile I've ever seen. I can't resist going to her and giving her a big hug.

"I'm sorry," she weeps. "I don't want you to hate me for this. I was desperate, and it was all I could think of. Is there any way you can forgive me for what I did?"

I hold her, unable to form an answer to that question. Could I? Should I?

What did she do that was so bad? She spent the last couple of months fucking another guy for starters. But, it was a guy she'd fucked before. And it wasn't like I didn't get something out of it. Some of the best sex of my life - even if most of it was just me jerking off while I watched, or listened. She also got her share of fantastic orgasms, which a woman like her is certainly deserving of. If I couldn't give that to her, someone should.

I also learned a lot about myself - things I never would have known otherwise. I now know that I like sucking cock. That I like the taste of cum. That fucking a guy in the butt isn't as gay as I thought it was before. And that I can make my wife cum with my cock. I'm more sexually open and accepting than I've ever been, and it is because of Darius. That big, dumb, sexy ape. And now I have him to thank for my kid. I guess I'm not such a cuckold after all. I'm the one who put a baby in Virginia. I'm the man!

I kiss her, and she kisses me back... hard. I've never loved her more than I did just then. She's my girl, no doubt about it. I may not be worthy of her, but she is mine for sure.

"Take me to bed," she demands, her cheeks still wet with tears. "Fuck me like you never fucked me before."

I don't know what that means exactly, but I sweep her up into my arms and do my best to carry her to our bedroom without letting on how much of a struggle it is for me. I really need to set that weight bench up in the basement tomorrow.

I drop her on the bed, and she squalls in delight. I'm not used to manhandling her that way... I kind of like it. And I think she does too.

We both strip off our clothes in a wild frenzy. "I want you on all fours," I tell her in a low voice. She smiles and turns around, presenting me with her shapely ass and smooth pussy. Without thinking, I smack her ass... hard. She yelps, then turns and gives me a hurt stare. Oh, shit, I fucked up. She's going to end things right here. What was I thinking? Stupid me.

"Why did you do that?" she demands, then softens. "Did I do something naughty?"

Holy fuck, she's totally into it! I thought for sure she was about to kick me in the dick.

"Yes. You did something very naughty."

"No, I didn't..." she insists helplessly.

"You let someone else fuck this cunt, didn't you?" As I say that, I grab her by the pussy and squeeze it. I can feel the wetness against my palm

She pouts, looking guilty. "I did, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't stop him. He forced me," she claims.

"And did he force you to cum, too? Or was that because you liked it?"

She bites her lower lip and shies away. Swack! I deliver a smack to her other cheek. Virginia cries out and pretends to sniffle. "I... I liked it. I couldn't help it. His cock was so big and it felt so good. It wasn't my fault."

I go back to her cunt, slipping a finger into it. Damn, she's juicy tonight. "Did you let him shoot his sperm in you like a slut?"

She nods, pretending to be ashamed of herself. "I like it when men use me as a cum dumpster. I'm sorry. You can cum in me if you want... Daddy."

Holy fuck, I didn't expect that. Did my dick just get bigger? I think it might have - I didn't know it was possible for me to get this hard! I grab her hips, and jam my cock into her pussy from behind. It slides in easily, and I quickly go all the way to the hilt.

She moans in appreciation of my efforts. I know she's had better, but I appreciate the effort. I try not to look down at that abomination of a tramp stamp and hump my wife like its our wedding night and she's my virgin bride. I'm mesmerized by the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the undulations of her amazing ass as I slam into her.

"Oh, God, yes! Make me cum! Do it, baby, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I grab her cheeks and spread them wide. Her asshole is right there looking better than ever. I always wanted to do this to her, but I was too afraid - why?, I don't even know. I lean over and spit on her cute, little anus. It winks at me. That does it.

I pull out of her pussy, and go for her asshole. She screams, more in surprise than anything else, and next thing I know I'm fucking my wife's ass. I've reached the promised land!

What's better is that she's not trying to stop me. Not pushing me away. Not even yelling at me. She's liking it, maybe even loving it. I should have tried this sooner. If I had only known. Fucking her ass is so much better than fucking her exhusband's butthole. Another new fetish for me.

"I'm going to cum!" I shout, excited by the prospect. I begin pumping even harder, unable to believe I'm going to bust a nut in Virginia's ass. Suddenly, she pulls away. I'm about to scream in protest, but then she spins around, grabs my cock, points it at her face, and starts jerking me.

I try to hold back, but I can't. I unleash all over her beautiful face. Something I promised myself I would never do to her again. Instead of seeing shame and remorse, I see delight and appreciation. She wants it... she actually wants my load on her face! This is too much to hope for.

As this is still registering, she gets up on her knees, takes hold of me, and we're kissing. I can taste my jizz on her lips, and I don't care. I lick her face and get more. She mashes her naked body against mine and gives me her other jizz-soaked cheek. I lick it clean and go back to her lips. Her tongue is in my mouth, sharing my cum with me. I love her so much.

"That was the best sex we've ever had," she says sincerely. I notice that she didn't say it was the best sex she's ever had, but that would be too much to aspire to. I'll take what I can get and be happy with it.

"It was," I agree. "And it will only get better from here, I promise."

"I'm going to hold you to that, I promise..."

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