The Bad Boy Bull Who Saved Our Marriage

by Raven Merlot

  “YES! This is my wife, my girlfriend, and my best friend. We all fuck together. Poly. See?”

  “Actually, John is an observer,” Connor corrected. “I just fuck his wife and his girlfriend.”

  “Oh, lucky guy!” Brandye joked.

  “Hey!” John replied in spite. “Whose side are you on? You’re my date. I paid you in advance, did I not?”

  “Sorry,” Brandye said. “Just trying to fit in!”

  “Well, please be a good sport and fucking support me. You’re my wife.”

  “Dude, what?” Brandye said.

  “Not you…Stephanie. Anyway, I want Stephanie to watch me fuck you. Then maybe Stephanie and Christa can join in. Big fucking party.”

  John collapsed on the couch still holding his bottle of Jim Beam bourbon. “Come on. Let’s get the orgy started.”

  John was slurring his words, but to his credit, he did manage to pull his pants half off. “Come on, someone get over here and suck this massive cock of mine. It’s much bigger than it looks, trust me.”

  Connor shook his head in disappointment. “John. What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling so down?”

  “You’re pathetic!” Christa said.

  “This is too weird!” Brandye said. “I’m leaving!”

  “Sorry about the confusion,” Connor said respectfully, watching Brandye leave.

  “God, Brandye is hot. I almost got a blowjob from her. But…I think I drank too much.” John giggled. “If you know what I mean, Vern.”

  Connor grabbed John’s legs and helped him into a lying position. He took the bottle from his hand and put it in a safe place. “Go to sleep, old fool. Be kind to yourself.”

  Stephanie and Christa looked worried. Sure, his little dick and poor stamina prevented them from feeling anything sexual towards him. But they still had some love in their heart for this once great man. And they had no idea how to make him happy.

  **

  John woke up the next morning with a cup of vitamin C water in hand. He looked around in confusion until he realized he was hung over as shit.

  “Remember now? Drink up, asshole.”

  John shook away his headache and focused his eyes on Connor who was sitting across from him.

  “What happened last night?”

  “You made an ass of yourself. As usual.”

  “Sounds like me.”

  “Do you really think getting drunk and feeling sorry for yourself is going to make you happy?”

  “Is this an intervention, motherfucker? Are you my fucking dad?”

  “No. I’m your friend. I want to help you. You’ve hit rock bottom. You’re a fucking cuck. A loser. A fucking joke of a man.”

  “Go on. I’m a piece of shit, an asshole, a fucking dickless freak?”

  “Yes. But it’s not good to focus on so much negativity. I want to help you. This is what friends do. They help each other.”

  “Help me what? I don’t want a fucking dude touching me.”

  “No, nothing like that. I want to help you get back what you’ve lost.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Get back your home. Your wife. Your confidence.”

  “Oh, really? How so, Connor? What more damage could you possibly do at this point?”

  “You’re drunk. You’re depressed. You haven’t had a decent orgasm in months. I’m going to fix all of it now. Stephanie, baby? Bring in the toy.”

  “What…what…?”

  Connor nodded and gestured to John to quiet down.

  Stephanie smiled and brought out the damdnest thing John had ever seen.

  A chastity belt! A metal tortured device designed to fit snugly around his cock and balls.

  “What the fuck is that?”

  “You know what it is,” Connor said firmly. “It’s a chastity belt. For your dick.”

  “And why the fuck am I going to wear this piece of shit?”

  “Because. You want to cum. You want to orgasm again like you used to? Correct?”

  “Yeah but…”

  “So trust me. Have I ever done you wrong?” Connor smiled. “I gave you everything you wanted. Even the things you wanted but were afraid to ask.”

  “You want me to wear this embarrassing thing?”

  “Yes. Because I know, like me, you are a pleaser of women. It’s all you ever want, is to please women. Right?”

  “Well…yeah.”

  “And now, the women are asking you for this favor. Isn’t that right, girls?”

  Stephanie and Christa walked up to John and smiled.

  “Please, honey?” Christa said. “I really want to see you wear it.”

  “Come on, honey!” Stephanie said, begging with her hands. “It’s going to feel so good, I promise!”

  “I promise you. The best feeling ever!” Connor said with a nod and a wink.

  “I dunno…” John said, eying the toy in horror.

  “Come on. You want to please these girls? You want to help them get off, right?”

  “Yeah…”

  “So then go on and wear it. Take it, put it on. Stick your dick in it. And join us in the bedroom. You’ll have the best seat in the house, I promise.”

  “Do you need help putting it on?” Stephanie said.

  “No!” John said defensively. “I think I can manage.”

  John looked at the toy in suspicion. This was definitely crossing a line for sure. This was going to change him in the worst way possible. But the idea of pleasing Stephanie and Christa again did seem to make his heart glow with pride. Maybe just this once…to see if the orgasm they promised lived up to all the hype.

  **

  John slowly walked into the bedroom, having just put on the chastity belt.

  The girls applauded. Even Connor smiled and nodded in approval. John was shirtless and wearing the chastity belt as ordered, although some jeans were still hugging his thighs.

  “You look amazing, baby!” Stephanie said.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Christa agreed.

  “Feels weird,” John said.

  “How does it feel? Tell your wife and girlfriend what it’s like.”

  “Heavy. Cold. Doesn’t really hurt as much as it looks like.”

  “And your dick?”

  “Dragging a bit. Not as bad as I thought.”

  “Good. Now have a seat, boss. You’re going to like this part.”

  Stephanie and Christa lovingly guided John over to a chair in front of the bed. They kissed him on the cheek for being a good sport.

  John watched blankly as Connor welcomed both girls back to the bed.

  “Take off your clothes,” Connor commanded.

  Stephanie and Christa dressed up for the occasion. Christa wore a beige sweater that nicely highlighted her cleavage, as well as a short grey dress. Stephanie wore a white tank top with red shorts. Both girls splurged on makeup and hair, giving John plenty to love and adore. They gave him the attention he deserved as a patient husband and provider. Today was going to be special.

  Christa was first. She took her time unbuttoning Connor’s black shirt off, looking him in the eye, knowing she would never love another man so deeply. She kissed him on the lips as she pulled open his shirt and put her hands on his muscles. Watching Christa French-kiss Connor right in front of him took its toll on John. He shifted side to side in the already uncomfortable metal chair.

  Christa raised her arms, letting Connor pull her sweater over her head. Her lacy black bra was exposed, specially chosen just for John. He used to love seeing her tits wrapped up in such a tight package. Christa eyed Connor as she quickly and happily unsnapped her bra from behind letting her perky breasts fall.

  Connor kissed her again but Christa was in the giving mood. She crawled off the bed and walked over to John insisting that he do the honor.

  “Can you unzip my dress, honey?”

  John obliged, staring uncomfortably but still cooperating.

  John and Connor both groaned silently, seein
g Christa’s thin black thong which barely covered her perfect butt cheeks. She couldn’t wait to taste Connor’s cock. Connor unbuckled his pants and let her slide the legs down, bringing out his full girth. Christa hungrily swallowed his cock, so amazed it was twice the size of John’s—a man who was once the center of her world.

  She got back on the bed and sucked on John’s cock bending over and giving John a good view of ass. Connor knew John wanted more nasty, more personal…so he pulled her thong down and gave John a better view of her asshole and pussy. Christa sucked Connor’s dick hard using her hands and straining her cheeks, making sure to get the full meaty flavor.

  John shifted again, not quite liking the feeling.

  “Are you okay, John?” Connor asked, rubbing his hands through Christa’s hair as she slurped all over his head.

  “I don’t know,” John said in hesitance.

  “Keep watching. Don’t fight the feeling.”

  John frowned and squirmed, but couldn’t take his eyes off the action.

  “Kiss me,” Connor said to Christa, as he was never afraid to taste his own dick on a girl’s lips. She did as ordered and kissed her boyfriend, slithering her tongue down his hard abdomen and perfectly sculpted abs.

  “Tell John what it’s like, sucking my cock.”

  “Hmmm, it’s nice. So soft to the touch, so young. But so rock hard on the inside.”

  “Just a few weeks ago, you belonged to John. He was cheating on Stephanie with you. How did that make you feel?”

  “Terrible,” she said, looking back at John as she sucked the wetness from Connor’s cockhead. “But only at first. Connor cured me of you. He made me feel like a woman again.”

  “Good girl.”

  Connor snapped his hands, ordering Christa to stand at attention and motioning over to Stephanie to come near to him.

  “Stop sucking,” Connor said to Christa who was mad with her oral fixation. “It’s Stephanie’s turn.”

  Christa gagged on Connor’s cock, still tugging at his balls.

  “I said stop sucking.” He pulled Christa by the hair in warning. “You can suck again when I tell you. But it’s Stephanie’s turn now.”

  “Yes…” she mumbled, licking the tip.

  “Stop sucking. Sit on the bed and let Stephanie come over here. I want John to watch her strip for me.”

  Stephanie happily jumped up and over and stood before Connor, her back to her husband. She pulled her red shorts down first, exposing her cute chunky ass to John and her white thong to Connor. Connor especially liked her cute little ass bounce when she stripped for him.

  She then obediently pulled off her t-shirt showing Connor her light blue bra, which barely contained her big beautiful breasts. She unhooked her bra and walked closer to Connor. But she had just a bit of difficulty pulling it off from behind.

  Connor felt very attracted to Stephanie’s pussy. He pulled down her panties and kissed her neatly trimmed bush. He snapped his hands and ordered John to help Stephanie take her bra off so that he could enjoy her titties.

  Connor grunted as he helped himself to her body, ignoring her perfect tits but fixating on her big smackable ass. He welcomed her over to the bed, still spanking her ass.

  He smiled at John, very amused and extra hard. He couldn’t resist pulling her ass cheeks apart and showing John his wife’s tight little hole. He rubbed her pussy and stuck a few fingers in, causing Stephanie to sigh and giggle.

  Christa loved what she was seeing and started touching herself as she watched Connor pleasure her best friend.

  Connor grinned as he rolled his fingers quickly inside her pussy which was juicing all over his hand. “Your wife is so wet today, John. You see how wet her pussy is? I haven’t even started on her yet.”

  “Yeah,” John answered, staring at his wife’s holes and finally starting to feel the burn.

  John stood up quickly and turned away.

  “John!” Connor warned. “Sit back down. Please. You’re going to hurt yourself if you move around too much.”

  “I dunno…” John said, suddenly feeling his penis being pulled down and caressed by the hard shape of the chastity belt.

  “Trust me,” Connor said. “Sit back down and try to relax. You’re just going to hurt yourself. Concentrate on me. Look where I tell you to look.”

  “Okay,” John said, sitting back down.

  It was hard to watch because Stephanie was giggling and dripping all over the place.

  “Taste yourself, Stephanie,” Connor said, forcing her to lick his pussy drenched hand.

  “Mmmmm I taste pretty good.”

  “You do. I want to taste more of you.”

  “Yeah?” Stephanie said as Connor laid her on the bed next to Christa. “Taste my pussy?”

  “Taste that married pussy.”

  “Yeah,” she said excitedly. “Lick my pussy in front of my husband?”

  “Get over here,” Connor ordered. But he made sure to include John in the celebration. “Face John. I’m going to move over to the side so he can see your pussy getting licked.”

  “Okay,” Stephanie said, lying down and spreading her legs. She put her feet flat and had her knees up in the air and spread, giving John a better view. Connor tried to lick her from the side so that John could see her pussy and her clit.

  Stephanie was already steaming wet and swooned every time Connor licked her pussy and sucked her clit. “Ahh yeah, you’re good with your tongue.”

  “Better than John?”

  “Yes…” she sighed. “So much better.” She threw her hands above her head and gripped the sheets, feeling an orgasmic wave that started in her clit and spread throughout her body.

  She found John’s eyes and chuckled, trying to keeping eye contact but then looking down at Connor’s tongue, right before going back to John. She really started to feel the passion as Connor began tongue-fucking her pussy while he groped her breasts.

  “Ahhh!” Stephanie said, starting to feel her toes tremble.

  “Okay, now it’s Christa’s turn.”

  “Ohhh, come on,” Stephanie begged. “I was so wet…”

  “And you’ll wait your turn,” Connor said. “John has taught us all how to wait. Hasn’t he? Be patient and obedient like John. Isn’t that right, John?”

  John was definitely feeling strong, aching arousal by now and felt tied down and stretched. The pain of the erection was erotic, if slightly stinging. It almost hurt, but felt more like an unpleasant pull.

  “I want to eat Christa’s pussy now. While Stephanie and John watch. You see? Sharing.”