The Bad Boy Bull Who Saved Our Marriage

by Raven Merlot

  Christa sighed. “Yesterday.” She looked down and avoided John’s bitchy face.

  “Fucking liar.”

  “I’m sorry. He told me to keep it a secret.”

  “And you did what he said? Even though Connor is not a part of this family?”

  “Neither am I, right?” Christa said in judgment.

  “Well, that’s your choice. But the least of which you owe me is to be honest about what goes on in this house. Since your fucking slacker ASS has been staying here rent free.”

  “Sorry.”

  “You should be.” John turned his fiery eyes to Stephanie and tilted his head, ready for another bitch-fest. “And you. Are you going to deny you’re fucking him too?”

  “I wish I was.”

  “You are! Admit it already. I don’t believe a word you say.”

  “Fine,” Stephanie said, finally meeting John’s eyes and taking him head-on. “I didn’t sleep with him. But I sucked his cock. Last Sunday.”

  “But we watched Walking Dead all evening.”

  “How long does a good blowjob take when a girl knows what she’s doing?”

  “Fuck you,” John mumbled. “Walking Dead sucks lately, but it’s still better than the gore going on down there in your unfaithful snatch.”

  Stephanie only laughed in response.

  “You think that’s funny?” John said to more laughter.

  The women lost their respect for their Dom, that much was apparent. There was no way he could re-educate them to show proper respect. Connor upstaged him with a massive cock. He also invalidated all of John’s power by fucking Stephanie right in front of him. There was no way to regain this power struggle.

  Unless…he could get Connor to apologize. Get Connor to admit he was wrong. That would at least restore his virility and ego in the eyes of his women.

  But would Connor go for it? What would be in it for him, anyway? John knew he probably couldn’t threaten him. Anytime John threatened to get physical, Connor would just pretend to be his best buddy. And John had to be honest…he didn’t have a lot of friends.

  But he did have one angle left. And it may well have been the one advantage he had over Connor. The illusion of honesty.

  “Hey, Connor,” John said with uncertainty as both men met in John’s backyard.

  “Hey, amigo. What’s up? Long time no see. I’m always happy to come over for a beer.”

  “You know, you seem strangely optimistic coming over here. Even though, you know, you ruined my life.”

  “How’s that?” Connor said with a confused smile.

  “You fucked my bitches, man. I mean that’s low dog behavior. Bros before hoes, my friend.”

  “I thought I was doing only what we talked about. The cuckold fantasy? The one you said you had.”

  “First of all,” John said with a chuckle. “I didn’t mean any of that. You crossed a line. Admit it, Connor. This was all for you. Not me. If you did this for me, then you have colossally fucked my life up. Fucked it up to shitsville. You understand that?”

  Connor lead forward in his lawn chair and looked worried.

  “My God. I’m sorry, man. I really had no idea.”

  John squinted his eyes, wondering if Connor was playing dumb or if he really was just a big stupid dick with a face and legs.

  “Well, it’s over now. I’m willing to let bygones be bygones. I’m prepared to go back to being friends.”

  “I’d like that. But I suppose this is conditional.”

  “Well, yeah. In order for me to forgive you for ruining my marriage, I need you to help me repair this relationship.”

  “You want to repair it? Be honest.”

  “I am honest. I need you to be honest with me.”

  Connor sighed.

  “Come on, Connor. I’m asking you man to man. As an old-ass adult. Let’s stop being children and settle this like men. I’m not asking for a fist fight. Just for you to help repair the damage you’ve caused to my family.”

  “I don’t know,” Connor said. What will this ‘damage control’ involve me prostrating myself to you? I don’t know if I can be…uh…dishonest in that way.”

  “What do you mean dishonest?”

  “Come on, John. What, you want me to suck your dick? Or lash myself with a fucking belt? Apologize for making your wife cum? Come on...”

  “No, nothing of the sort!” John said with open arms. “I just want us to sit down and have an honest discussion about the things that have happened.”

  “You want to talk about what happened?”

  “And how it caused hurt feelings. I want the pain to disappear. Get everything out in the open, you know? And then deal with it. I want my wife to respect me.”

  “What about Christa?”

  “I want Christa to respect me too. You know, she’s in love with me. Two women are in love with me. They expect me to provide for them emotionally. You can help me do that.”

  “Okay, so what do I say in this intervention?”

  “I want you to listen. I will talk first. Then the girls. Then you apologize to whomever you hurt. I think you’ve been dishonest. And I just want you to fess up to it.”

  “Me? I’ve been dishonest.”

  “Maybe I have too!” John said, his eyes wide open. “And you know what? I’m willing to accept my responsibility for being dishonest. I hope you do the same.”

  “I dunno…” Connor said with misgivings. But as he stared at John and saw the pleading in his eyes, he softened. “Okay. Tell you what. I’ll go. I’ll listen. I won’t be an asshole. If anyone is hurt by what I’ve done, I’ll apologize. I owe you that much. As a friend.”

  “Good. That’s all I ask. We’ll get together later this evening and talk this through. One last time.”

  “All right,” Connor said unsurely. “If you think it’s best.”

  Connor had doubts for sure. In his mind, John was responsible for everything, since he went around keeping secrets and holding back the truth. Why was it everyone else’s job to be honest? Everyone but him? Something didn’t seem right about this whole charade. Was John planning something?

  All Connor could commit to doing was showing up and listening. But he wasn’t responsible for what happened…nothing in the future was up to his choosing.

  **

  Connor smiled as he danced his way into the intervention, which was comprised of John, Christa, and Stephanie. They were dressed casually, but even so, the women looked lovely. Christa wore a low cut multicolored dress with bright shades of green and white. Connor noticed right away how short the dress was, just barely covering her thighs. Stephanie, as usual, was politely dressed. She wore a casual blue shirt sporting the name of her company, as well as black pants.

  The women were beautiful even on their day off. They smelled even better than they looked.

  John, that lazy bastard, wasn’t even dressed to impress. He showed up in shorts and a t-shirt, always taking for granted the presence of two natural beauties.

  “Okay, boss. What’s what?” Connor said, sitting down on the couch next to Christa. Stephanie and John sat on the loveseat perpendicular to them.

  “Well, I figured we should all clear the air about what’s happened. I, for one, feel personally betrayed by all three of you.”

  Stephanie and Christa rolled their eyes. Connor simply stared and listened.

  “I think we had an arrangement. It was consensual. It was beautiful. And Connor came in and made it something ugly.”

  “Connor came in here as a single man, John. You weren’t single, were you?”

  “Well, I think it was implied.”

  “What was implied?”

  Connor shook his head in boredom and moved in closer to Christa.

  “Christa has always been beautiful,” Connor said, reaching in and caressing Christa’s cheek. “I have no regrets about our night together. I hope you don’t either.”

  “Well…”

  “If you did,” Connor said, putting hi
s hand on her knee and working his way up. “I would be more than happy to make things right.”

  “Hey, hey!” John said. “Focus on the immediate needs, please.”

  “The immediate needs?” Connor said, grinning at Christa who was twirling her hair.

  “Stephanie, do you have something to say?”

  “Don’t be fondling each other in our house,” Stephanie groused, for once, taking John’s side. “It’s disrespectful.”

  Connor nodded and looked in her direction. “You’re right. Totally inexcusable of me. I have a question though.”

  “What?”

  “John implied certain things. About you and Christa. Are they true?”

  “You mean…well…yes. Sort of.”

  “Hmmm,” Connor said with a sly smile. “Come over here on the couch.”

  “Why?”

  “I sense jealousy in your voice.”

  “I’m not jealous.”

  “The point of this charade is to stop being jealous, right? So come over here. Sit in right here next to me.”

  “What are you doing?” John said suspiciously.

  “I want the jealousy to end. Like we talked about.”

  Stephanie smiled awkwardly but did what Connor suggested. Stephanie sat herself down in the middle.

  “Now show me the way you both kiss. I know you’ve done it before.”

  “I can’t do that!”

  “Come on. John and I want to see it, right, John?” Connor winked.

  John tilted his head, not having any problem with a lesbian kiss. After all, two women making out in front of him wasn’t too far from a threesome—his ultimate fantasy.

  “Let’s do what he says,” Christa said, leaning in and lip-locking Stephanie.

  Stephanie sighed, not really getting the point.

  “Come on, no jealousy, girls. Let’s be honest. With our desires.”

  Connor reached over and began necking Stephanie on the other side, complementing the light sucking of Christa’s lips.

  “Just like old times, hmm?” Christa said.

  “But, uh…” Stephanie said, swooning at all the attention but still on the receiving end of a monster stare from her husband. “I don’t understand how this helps.”

  “Express your desire. Don’t worry about anything else. Forget about social conditioning Haven’t you always wanted to experience two lovers at the same time?”

  Connor slowly pulled Stephanie’s shirt off, exposing her black bra.

  “Well…” Stephanie cooed, still struggling to speak amid sweet kisses from both sides. “John wants to play too…”

  “Don’t worry about John,” Connor said, smiling at his bro. “He’s getting exactly what he wants. Isn’t that right, cowboy?”

  John looked hesitant at first. But once he saw Stephanie relaxing and enjoying a full, guiltless kiss with Christa, he lightened up. “Sure. Okay.”

  “See? He likes it. Two beautiful women kissing each other turns him on. He’s cool with it. Relax.”

  “I like it too,” Christa said, caressing Stephanie’s face. “This is all for you, John.”

  “All for the boss man,” Connor said with a point. John nodded, admiring the idea. After all, this is what he wanted. His two favorite women loosening up and becoming more open to a polyamorous relationship. In John’s fantasy, he was the middle of a hot lesbian sandwich. It’s what every man would want.

  “Look at these breasts,” Connor said, pulling Stephanie’s bra cup down and exposing her entire tit and nipple. “What a lucky man John is.”

  John flinched as Connor began nibbling at Stephanie’s nipple. But soon enough, Christa joined him and began sucking her other nipple after wiggling it out from her bra. John wasn’t especially comfortable with another man, once again, taking advantage of his wife. But if this all ended in a threesome with two girls, it would be worth it.

  He looked on, focusing on Christa’s tongue assault, all the while ignoring the fact that Stephanie seemed much more aroused when Connor was licking her.

  “Speak your desire,” Connor whispered to Stephanie, unfastening her pants.

  “Hmmmm…shy…”

  “Tell me. Tell me what you want the most right now. Don’t be shy.”

  “I want to…suck your cock.”

  “Suck my cock? Suck my superior cock?”

  “Yeah…” Stephanie said, letting her hands meander over to Connor’s pants. She felt his hard on over the jeans. She unzipped him, eager to look at his superior cock one more time.

  “Hey…” John said, but his voice was overpowered by Christa’s enthusiasm.

  “Holy shit, that is a big cock!” Christa said, watching in amazement as Stephanie pulled out Connor’s raging hard on—reaching a good ten inches.

  “Oh shit,” Stephanie mumbled, too eager to taste this great man again. “Mmmm…” she muttered after licking and sucking the huge head.

  “Jesus Christ, his cock is so huge,” Christa added, pushing Stephanie’s face away while she sampled Connor’s greatness.

  John flinched again. Maybe this was just a build-up to the best part…the full-on lesbian pussy eating contest. That’s what this was all for, right? Connor was supposed to making this right. Maybe he was training them to be obedient slave lesbians. That is the least the bastard could do, after all.

  “Mmmmm!” Christa groaned, deep throating Connor’s cock and looking deep into his eyes while she spat up on him.

  “Oh God, I love that sound,” Stephanie said, joining Christa as they took turns licking Connor’s dripping red cock.

  “What sound?” Christa asked as she caressed Connor’s balls with her fingers but this time staring into Stephanie’s eyes.

  “Mmm, sucking a guy off with you. Licking the same lips…”

  Christa leaned in and kissed Stephanie, their lips uniting over Connor’s big throbbing head.

  “I love kissing you. I love being a whore with you.”

  “Mmm-hmmm,” Stephanie agreed, licking Connor’s huge shaft while Christa shoved more dick into her throat. “I want to worship cock with you.”

  “Yeah…this cock,” Christa clarified, stroking Connor hard on. Stephanie and Christa then double-licked the sensitive underside of Connor’s cockhead both giving him those hypnotic, surrendering eyes.

  “Yeah,” Connor said, enjoying this rare moment of honesty. He grabbed both of the girls’ heads and encouraged them to share his manhood. He directed Stephanie to suck on his big balls while Christa continued sucking his cockhead. “Worship my cock. Show me what you’re good for.”

  John was folding his arms, tapping his foot and wondering when this show was really going to start. So far, not much in the way of pussy eating.