The Bad Boy Bull Who Saved Our Marriage

by Raven Merlot

  “Why?”

  “Yeah. What do you get out of this? You already had tons of crazy sex. You broke John’s balls pretty good. But…you’re still here. I have to wonder…why? Who’s supporting who?”

  Connor didn’t reply quickly as he normally did. Instead, he looked at her and glanced down, having no real answer.

  ***

  Christa approached John later in the night. John was wearing his chastity belt on the couch and enjoying some lemonade. He enjoyed the cuck lifestyle so well that he even started to drink less during the week—another reason to thank Connor.

  “Hey,” Christa said, for the first time in months looking John in the eye like she used to do. That is, before Connor grabbed her full attention from him.

  “Hey you. What’s up?”

  “I think I’m here to say…ah…this is really difficult. But I think it’s time for me to go.”

  “Whoa, what’s wrong?” John said, fearing the worst and leaning forward.

  “I just think the thrill is gone. We’ve done everything we can here. And everyone knows everything, so there’s no more secrets. It’s just over. Don’t you agree?”

  “No,” John said defensively. “Nothing’s changed. I’m a better man now. I love you.”

  “I…have love for you,” Christa said. “But I’m not in love with you anymore.”

  “Oh? Why?”

  “I don’t know. I just don’t feel it.”

  “Maybe it’s just you?”

  “Maybe it’s that Connor made me cum harder than you. Or that he broke you down and made you wear a chastity belt on your little dick. I don’t know.”

  “Yeah…maybe that.” John shrugged, accepting the possibility.

  “But it’s like, we were never supposed to be together, you know? I always felt guilty about it. That I was betraying my best friend. This thing between us, there was no way it could last. I don’t want to hurt either of you by getting in the middle.”

  “So you don’t think you can live poly anymore?”

  “No, not with you anyway.”

  “With Connor?”

  “Hmmm,” Christa said with a bittersweet smile. “Connor will never settle down. He’s not a one-woman man. I’ve never really known what it’s like to be with just one man. Maybe it’s something I want to try.”

  “Well, I don’t want you to go.”

  “Oh, John,” Christa said, reaching over and patting his knee. “I know you want to keep us all together. But Connor’s going to move on too. You know that he will. In the end, I think you will be happiest being with Stephanie. The woman you first fell in love with.”

  “I do love her. I did all of this for her. So that I wouldn’t lose her.”

  “I know, John. I know you love her. And deep down…I think she still loves you too. And now it’s time for you to fight for her. Properly. Without the distraction of me.”

  ***

  John accepted Christa’s goodbye. With a final hug, and a final tap of Christa’s fingers to his chastity belt, he bid her a fond farewell. When he told Stephanie the next morning, she seemed strangely relieved at the idea. Maybe she never did completely forgive Christa for making a play at her man.

  Still, even though everything seemed closer to normal than ever before, John and Stephanie both couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness. They both knew Connor wasn’t really “in love” with either of them. He was young and aimless in life. He could go at any moment. When he left, John and Stephanie would have to face the silence. The voice that asked them, “Why are you doing this?” They would have to ask themselves, honestly, are they still in love? Have they ever been in love?

  John and Stephanie had dinner the next night. Connor was out working late and so it was just the two of them. Married life felt so…underwhelming. Impersonal. Where was the tingle, the spark? Where was the eroticism that Connor showed them that one magical night where he cucked them into submission?

  The food was okay. They both looked at each other…so averagely. There was no look of lust, barely love, not even a glance of anger. Had they reached the point of complete futility? Was this the moment of realization they both feared, that the marriage was at an end?

  John confided in Connor the next morning, reaching out to him as a friend, not just a male sub.

  “I think we’re headed for divorce.”

  “That’s terrible,” Connor said. “What happened? I thought we were having fun?”

  “We were. But then you came in, and changed everything…and now you’re going to leave. Aren’t you?”

  John looked at Connor with regretful eyes. He wished he could stay. As much as he desired to have his wife all to himself, he dreaded the idea of actually being alone with her day by day, night by night, and following Connor’s show-stopping act. His inferior cock

  “Ah. Yes, leaving is always the worst part.”

  “I’m afraid of losing her, Connor. I don’t mind giving her to you. But I don’t want to lose her to another man.”

  Connor sighed. He leaned back and shook his head, expressing disappointment in his student. “This is your problem. Right here.”

  “What?” John said, laughing at the doctor’s instant diagnosis. “That I’m a pussy? Or that my wife hates me?”

  “No, the problem is that you fear something. You fear other men having her.”

  “I don’t fear it. I’m just jealous. I admit that I’m insanely jealous of her because she’s mine. She belongs to me. And I won’t lose to her to anyone. I’ll bite the balls off of any man who dares to steal her from me.”

  “If that’s true, why did you give her to me?”

  “Because…you were my friend.”

  “That’s not why, John. You gave her to me because she wanted me. She desired me. That’s what your problem is. You still fear losing her. You fear being inadequate.”

  “I can’t lose her! Do you understand what that means? I know someone like you can just go into a bar and pick up pussy whenever he wants. But some of us have memories. Some of us have love.”

  “I know, John. And that’s what’s special. The love is what matters, the caring. The fucking is meaningless. The fucking is…like a foot massage. Or like a dance with a stranger. You’re only jealous for the moment. Then in no time, she’s back in your arms.”

  “I don’t think so,” John said, shaking his head in defiance. “I’m not opposed to my wife sleeping with another man. But you better damn be sure that I approve of him…” John pointed in warning. “And that he meets my high standards.”

  Connor sighed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, John. I’m just saying…pleasing your wife is what matters.”

  “And I will please her. And you will please her too. And we’ll keep this household going until we all mutually resolve to move on. But that time isn’t now. You’re not allowed to leave.”

  “I’m not allowed?”

  “That’s right. My wife is the one who will decide when you leave.” John nodded and met Connor’s eyes fiercely. “How do you like that, fuckface?”

  John was edging again, determined to prove something. Determined to alpha his way into getting Connor to stay put. But Connor knew what he was really doing. He was begging his best friend to stay and save his marriage

  ***

  Connor insisted that Stephanie and John dress up for their three-way date night. John’s imagination was intrigued. Would Connor do something new and exciting for them? Would he surprise John by letting him eat his wife’s used pussy afterward? Or would he make him wear the chastity belt again? The element of surprise was the most spine-tingling part.

  Connor ordered the couple to eat light and be fairly quick about it. They all had an appointment back at home and it was in their best interest to be prompt. John noticed that Connor was being extra touchy-feely and sweet to his wife. He looked at her most of the night and gave John only half-hearted attention.

  That always turned John on…especially knowing that he was probably going to take his w
ife home and fuck her.

  Connor even suggested what Stephanie should wear. A burgundy long sleeve skater dress with a tight stretch knit top and fitted waist. The hemline came to just below her thigh and the sleeves were long, falling past her elbow to her forearm. Connor wore a suit and even John put on a tie for the special occasion.

  After a good meal and a talky drive home, Connor put his arms on both of their shoulders and spoke from the heart.

  “You know what your problem is? Both of you? You need to let go of your inhibitions.”

  John and Stephanie laughed.

  “I think we’re long past that now,” John said.

  “I think I’m pretty loose,” Stephanie said merrily.

  “No, you don’t understand. Letting go is not about surrendering to temptation. Surrendering is easy. Letting go of your inhibitions means you stop being who you are. You stop letting your conscience be your guide. You let the world take you and shake you around, no regrets.”

  “What do you mean?” John asked.

  “I’ll show you soon enough. Trust me, John. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

  ***

  When they got back to the house, Connor was all business. He grabbed Stephanie by the arm and brought her into his embrace. He kissed her right in front of the door. It was a longer and tender kiss and John felt the heat of the moment just as intensely as Stephanie did.

  But this time, Connor wasn’t guiding her towards the bedroom like they had been accustomed to doing. He wanted something else.

  The first thing he did after letting go of the hug was shove the coffee table aside so that the living room had more space. It was obvious that Stephanie was going to get plowed in the living room instead of the bedroom. John accepted it. He even asked Connor whether or not he should get his chastity belt.

  But Connor told them both to wait and watch for his signal. When he finally cleared the area he pointed John to the chair on the opposite side of the room.

  “Go sit there.”

  “No belt?”

  “Not tonight. I’ll show you what we’re going to do.”

  Connor called Stephanie over and ordered her to help him secure John to the chair using some rope he brought along in his bag.

  “What is this…” John stuttered.

  “Just relax. We’re going to tie you up.”

  “So you can fuck Stephanie in front of me?” John said, a little too excitedly.

  “You’ll see,” Connor assured him with a half smile.

  Stephanie helped Connor secure John’s arms behind his back and his legs directly against the chair legs. He was wrapped up tightly, so snug he could barely wiggle an inch.

  Stephanie’s face certainly lit up at seeing John held hostage. She could only imagine what Connor had in store for her husband, her tormentor, and yes, the love of her life.

  “Like I said, I think the problem is that you’re both still living in fear. That’s why your marriage is shaky. But you need to get over that shit. If you truly want to be poly and be liberated from your conscience, then you need to embrace new perspectives. Not just what you want…”

  Connor smiled gleefully. “But what WE want. What other people want from you.”

  “What…What do you mean?”

  “Your wife is going to get the fucking of her life,” Connor promised with mischievous joy, a thought John certainly blushed over.

  But just as John began to get comfortable in the scene, watching Connor caress Stephanie’s hips, a startling knock at the door was heard.

  “What the fuck? Who’s there?”

  “Don’t get it!” Stephanie said.

  “I told you to trust me, didn’t I?” Connor said with a wicked smile.

  “What? What?” John muttered, trying to move but practically immobilized.

  Connor walked over to the door and enjoyed the tense feeling in the room as John and Stephanie were forced to confront their fears.

  When he opened the door, three men entered the living room. Each one rugged, tall, strong, and looking jaded as fuck. Their eyes focused on Stephanie, looking like wolves ready to circle and bite.

  “What the hell!” Stephanie exclaimed. “I don’t know what you’re planning but count me out!”

  “I told you to embrace your fears. You’re afraid of what your own heart desires. You’re afraid of what other people desire from you…and afraid that you might actually like it.”

  “Ohhh, but I don’t know,” Stephanie said shyly, barely able to look those hot guys face to face

  “Who’s your master? Is it me?”

  “Yes…”

  “Would you do anything for me?”

  “Yes…but…”

  “I’m telling you that you’re ready for this. You want this deep down. You know you want it. But your conscience is resisting. But stop listening to it. I am your conscience now. I tell you what you can bear and what you can’t. I tell you when too much is too much.”

  Stephanie giggled at the thought of three men, three strangers, fucking her at once. This was usually the type of reckless behavior reserved for queens and maybe celebrities on a drug binge. But for her? Just an ordinary late thirties housewife?

  Each of Connor’s friends were gorgeous. They looked well dressed, ready to walk into any nightclub without a worry. Stephanie felt a queasy feeling in her tummy. This could happen. She could do this if she really wanted to. After all, she trusted her master and he said she was ready.

  But then she shook the lurid thought away.

  “I don’t think I can do that…” Stephanie said. “I have to wake up tomorrow morning and remember all of this. I don’t think I can go back after this…”

  “Of course you can’t. This experience will expand your mind. Broaden your horizons.”

  “Among other things,” said one of the stunt cocks.

  Stephanie laughed inappropriately, already getting giddy with the possibility of this never-in-a-million years scenario happening.

  John decided to speak, after a few minutes of ambivalent thoughts.

  “Okay, I have to draw a line here,” John said. “My wife and I now have an understanding. I have to approve of all of her lovers first. That’s the rule.”

  Connor shook his head and walked over to John. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a scarf. He tied it tight and snug around his head, making sure the cloth filled his big mouth.

  “Mmmmm!” John objected, trying to shake the chair but unable to even move half an inch.

  “That takes cares of him,” Connor said. “This is about you, Stephanie. Not him. He’s the one who cheated, not you. So the real question is, do you want this? Do you NEED this to get over his betrayal?”

  Stephanie looked at John in curiosity and ignored his muted screams.

  “I don’t need this,” Stephanie said seriously. “I love my husband. I always will love him.”

  John nodded, feeling relieved.

  “But…I…want this.”

  She glanced back at John and then at Connor. As the three stallions approached, she quickly shot her hand up to a halt.

  “But I don’t like the idea of being so friendly to strangers. I want to know your names.”

  “I’m Matthew,” said the dark-haired smirking stranger. “I’m a friend of Connor.”

  “I’m Dennis,” said the dirty blond young man with a dirty grin on his face. “I’m also a friend of Connor.”

  “I’m Scott,” said the last one, the brainy one with a leather jacket. “I actually just volunteered for this at the last minute. Connor and I got to talking. And I told him I had a crush on Stephanie.”

  Stephanie squinted her eyes. “Oh, Scott! Aren’t you the cashier down at Fred’s Dollar General?”

  “Yeah! You remembered me.”

  John objected again, but his muffled sounds only made the group laugh.

  “You really liked me?” Stephanie said, genuinely surprised.

  “Yeah. I never asked you out because you were married�
�but then Connor told me you’re in the lifestyle. So…”

  “Yeah…”

  “So Stephanie,” Connor said, smiling at John. “Now that you know everyone’s name, it’s time to follow your master’s orders.”

  “Ohhh, I dunno… isn’t this kind of nuts? I’m not even drunk yet…”

  Connor snapped his fingers. “Give her some persuasion, my friends.”

  Dennis and Matthew wasted no time in proudly pulling their shirts off. These young guys were buff and eager to be used as objects. Connor didn’t even have to sell Stephanie on them. They pretty much agreed the second Connor said “married woman” and Matthew actually got an instant stiffy when Connor told them she had a little junk in the trunk.

  Stephanie couldn’t finish her sentence and instead rambled and swooned as the two strong men came up to her, one in front and one behind. They each caressed her body, Matthew adoring her tummy while Dennis felt her big butt. Scott was feeling a bit shy compared to the other two lovers. Scott wasn’t as muscular or showy. But the truth was, he had a secret hard on.

  Well, except maybe for one…

  Within seconds of watching these strange men touch his wife, John started getting hard. He wasn’t wearing his chastity belt, meaning he could get as large and thick as he wanted…but due to his hogtied position, there was no way he could touch himself. He had no choice but to watch and burn. He couldn’t even scream any objection because of the gag in his mouth.

  Just as Stephanie smiled back at Matthew, the young stud ripped her bodice apart, tearing the material with his strong hands.

  Stephanie gasped and locked eyes with him. He looked down and sized up her purple bra. But before she could even gawk at him, Dennis came up from behind and tore the back of her dress, exposing her matching thong and her lower back.

  Stephanie inhaled deeply, madly turned on and struggling to keep calm. Her heart was racing as the two men continued ripping and stripping her clothes off, hungry for her naked married body.

  Scott was still waiting in the background too shy and outmatched to join the fun. But he stared fixated as Matthew burrowed into Stephanie’s tits, tasting her flesh and rubbing his lips all over her cleavage. Dennis fell to his knees and began kissing her asscheeks, letting his hot breath meander all over her sensitive flesh.