You win, but you come to a painful realization

(Thanks to Duskwolf for the idea)

Fear begins to fill your body as you feel the cold, creeping sensation of defeat quickly approaching. A fear that is bigger than you, and as palpable as the air you breathe. Fear that you couldn’t even man up long enough to end this ****. You're afraid you'll lose Amy to Greg forever, always watching her cum on his cock while you sit useless in the background. So, you try to take control, try to rewrite the end of the story before defeat has a chance to settle in, and push her back. You pull out, feel her pussy abandon you, and shove your cock in her mouth.

Your fingers furiously work her pussy as you see how happily she sucks your cock. Her eyes are closed, and she looks so happy, so blissful—like your dick was the best thing she has ever tasted. You taunt her directly and ask, “how does my dick taste covered with your daddy’s cum?” This causes her to explode with an immediate orgasm as she feels him fill her mouth while she's still cumming.

She looks up at you in shocks as she realizes you just won, she smiles at you before standing up and says, “Well I’ll tell daddy he has to stop.”

The realization that you've won feels hollow, like a victory in a game you never truly wanted to end. You sit there, watching Amy wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, your mind racing with contradictions.

"So that's it?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Your father just... stops?"

Amy's eyes study you carefully as she straightens her clothes. "That was our deal, wasn't it? You won fair and square."

You nod mechanically, but your thoughts betray you. Images flash through your mind – Greg's powerful thrusts, Amy's ecstatic moans, the way her body responded to him in ways it never had with you. The closet suddenly feels too small, too confining for the magnitude of your revelation.

"I'll go tell him right now," she continues, her voice surprisingly gentle. "He'll understand. Rules are rules."

You should feel relieved. Triumphant. Instead, you are filled with uncertainty, as her pussy was just inches from your face. Why did you ever pull out of her pussy, if you wanted to win you could have just fingered her with your cock in here from the start. So, you could win awhile also attempting to impregnated her at the same time. The would be the true victory wouldn’t it.

You feel a creeping panic as you imagine never seeing them together again. Never hearing those sounds. Never feeling that shameful, intoxicating arousal that has become your new normal.

"What if—" you start, then stop yourself. But Amy sees it. She always does.

"What if what, honey?" she prompts, kneeling before you again, her face inches from yours.

The words tumble out before you can stop them. "What if I changed my mind?"

Her smile is slow, knowing. She places her hand on your chest, right over your racing heart. "Changed your mind about what, exactly?"

"About him stopping," you admit, the confession both liberating and damning. "About all of it."

Amy's fingers trace your jawline. "I think deep down, you've always known what you really want." She leans closer, her lips brushing your ear. "And it isn't for Daddy to stop at all, is it?"

Your silence is answer enough. Amy’s eyes follow your intense glare down to where it’s hardest for you to look—at her glistening, still pulsating pussy. She pulls away from you just enough to see your face. Her voice is a soft, teasing whisper: “Why are you staring at my vagina like that, honey?” Her hand moves expertly, tauntingly, to between her legs. She pauses, letting your imagination take the lead. “Do you want to fuck it again before I tell Daddy to keep fucking it?” Her smile is part challenge, part invitation.

Your cock twitches at the offer, but it’s not enough for her to think you actually want to finish inside her before Greg takes his turn. She notices this immediately, raising an eyebrow and leaning back, just out of reach. “So, you don’t want to fuck it before him…” she muses, drawing out the moment, as if savoring your indecision more than she ever savored the sex itself. She lets her skirt ride up, shameless and radiant with possibility. “Do you want me to go fuck him, and then come back, so you can have sex with me when it’s full of his cum, like you just did?” She rocks back, letting her pussy lay bare for you, open and enticing. Her hand never leaves the spot that haunts your thoughts.

Your throat is dry. Dry and tight. The exact opposite of how she is, how she was, how she always will be. You painfully push the words out from a place you don’t quite recognize. “No, that’s not what I want.” She seems unconvinced, almost amused. She leans down so that your face is level with hers, inches away.

“Honey,” she says slowly, deliberately, almost like she’s talking to a child. “I need you to clearly tell me what you want then.”

What do you want?

A hard question to answer. The hardest it has ever been.

A wave of panic washes over you as you struggle to find the words, the weight of your desire and its implications bearing down on you. "I-I..." The confession is lodged in your throat, but there's no escaping the truth any longer. Your eyes dart between her drenched pussy and her expectant expression, her hand now lightly stroking herself, teasing both of you with what's at statch. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable.

"I want... I want to watch," you blurt out, your voice barely above a whisper. Amy's eyebrow arches in surprise but she masks it quickly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Watch what, honey?" she purrs, still fingering her wet pussy, coating her fingers with her and Greg's juices. Your cock twitches in the confined space of your pants at the sight and smell of their combined arousal.

"I want to watch... watch him fuck you," you manage to say, feeling like a voyeur even as the admission leaves your lips.

Amy considers this for a moment, sensing your inner turmoil. "And then what?" she asks, her voice dripping with anticipation and a hint of mischief. "What happens afterward? Do we all... finish together?" She makes sure to emphasize the last word, leaving no doubt as to what she means by "finish."

You painfully whimper, each word dragging truth and uncertainty out of you. “I... I... well... I don’t want to finish...” The final words feel damning yet liberating. “With you two.”

Amy's smile widens as if she knows how this will unfold. She sways her hips tantalizingly, a pendulum of provocation and satisfaction. "And why wouldn’t you want to finish with us?"

How could she know the answer when you don't? You groan in response, the sound barely masking your confusion. "I don't know," you admit, your mind flashing back to earlier—back to the moment you came inside her mouth instead of her pussy. Her mouth was the safer place to cum. Where there was no chance you would impregnate her. You have let his cum fill her womb, not yours, even just now when you were so close you still pulled out and let her suck your cock clean. Why did you? You should have stayed in and fingered her to orgasm like that. She would be pregnant with your child now if you had. Was this defeat you're doing?

Amy doesn't let up. She smirks with the satisfaction of someone who knows exactly where this is going, who knows she will get her way, leaving you to wonder whether you want it to be yours too. "Okay, then," she taunts, "when do you want to cum with us?"

The question hits hard. You try to answer but words get lost, drowned out by the storm in your head. What kind of husband are you? Is this really what you want? To keep losing her over and over again? To feel him do the one thing you should have done? To let him fill your role, just like that? It’s not like you haven’t already done it once Your mind is spinning. Dizzying. Torturous. But your body speaks louder than all that noise. You see Amy’s pussy, and the way it clings to his seed, the way she seems to want it so bad she has to have it right now, and what you want seems so much clearer "After you're pregnant with his child."

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