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  Table of Contents

  The Bad Boy Bull Who Saved My Marriage Part 1: Cuckolded in His Own Home

  Part 2: A Cuckold's Home is His Castle

  Part 3: Out in the Open

  Part 4: A Cuckold Threesome For John

  Part 5: Chastity Belt Friday

  Part 6: The Ganging of the Hotwife

  Also by Raven Merlot: Cuckolded in Couples Counseling 2: With My Husband's Brother

  Also by Raven Merlot: Cuckolds in Paradise

  Also by Raven Merlot: My Husband My Cuckold

  About Raven Merlot

  The Bad Boy Bull Who Saved My Marriage

  A Cuckold Erotica Novel

  By Raven Merlot

  Part 1: Cuckolded in His Own Home

  It was midnight, right about the time where rational thoughts become primal. Complicated emotions boiled down into the basest of human desire. All that mattered was that someone was listening. And the more profoundly perverted thoughts that were shared, the more it seemed to satiate two restless stallions trapped in a digital prison.

  Connor00: Feeling any better today?

  John69: Nah, dying.

  Connor00: Please leave Stephanie to me in your will.

  John69: lol

  Connor00: No seriously, I would like to inherit your wife if you die. I could re-train her and have her sucking cock like a good slave.

  John69: Dude, good luck with that. No, seriously I’m feeling better.

  Connor00: Good. And I hope your “problem” has been addressed?

  John69: Ah, well there’s kind of a long story there.

  Connor00: Oh really? Do tell. The last thing you said was that Stephanie was experiencing a bit of dead bed.

  John69: Yeah. We hadn’t had sex in months. I was pretty close to blowing my brains out…or at least blowing my paycheck on Bunny Ranch prostitutes.

  Connor00: So what happened?

  John69: Well remember I told you that Christa, Stephanie’s best friend, was staying with us?

  Connor00: Yeah. She was lonely or something?

  John69: Well at first I was kind of annoyed. Keep in mind, Christa hated me when we first met. But once she started staying with us and we got to talking, we found out we had a Connor in common. I actually saw a really human side to her. And I think she saw something good in me.

  Connor00: Hmmmm. Interesting.

  John69: So anyway, one night while she was feeling depressed, and well, Stephanie was sleeping pretty hard…Christa asks me for some help when she’s coming out of the shower. I see her naked but I keep a respectful distance and avert my eyes you know? But then…she looks me in the eye and says she loves me. Loves me!

  Connor00: Wow. What did you do?

  John69: At first I just figured maybe it was just transference or something. You know she felt bad about how she treated me. And now that I was actually being nice to her and letting her stay with us, maybe she just had a brain fart or something. So I said, “Well thanks, I care about you too.”

  Connor00: Well that was very adult of you.

  John69: Well, here’s where things get weird. See, the next time we were alone, while Stephanie was visiting her parents, Christa surprises me in the bathroom. She kisses me right on the lips. Now mind you, I haven’t been laid in months. So whatever willpower I had in doing the right thing was fucked. So I take her clothes off and she takes mine off and then I go down on her. As I’ve told you before, I don’t have much in the size department. But my oral technique is second to none. I eat her pussy out like a wild man and she comes twice.

  Connor00: I see. And I guess you told Stephanie, right?

  John69: Weeeell, not exactly. See Stephanie and I had always discussed having an open marriage. I told her that I consider myself polyamorous and that I don’t want to be tied down. Especially if she’s losing interest in sex, that’s not really fair to me.

  Connor00: And she agreed with it?

  John69: Well a few years back we instituted a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. She said don’t bring any diseases home and don’t bring home a girl for a threesome. Now see, I had never actually DONE anything about it all these years. Because I can’t fuck a woman until I have an emotional connection with her. I hate using condoms and I hate just going through the motions. I really want to feel it, you know? And hey, Stephanie seems perfectly content just being a sexless working woman.

  Connor00: But…my question is, does she know you’re fucking her best friend? And does she know that you’re fucking other women so many years later after the arrangement?

  John69: Well again, that’s where it gets sketchy. See, Stephanie likes to flip-flop on whether we have an open marriage or not. She said a few months ago that she really hopes we can “get past” this open marriage thing and learn to trust each other again.

  Connor00: So she’s definitely not aware that you’re fucking other women and especially her best friend.

  John69: Well that’s the thing. I told her that I can’t get it up without the emotional connection. And I never felt anything for another girl. Until Christa came into my life. With her, I instantly felt that connection. And when she said she loved me, it really made me feel like a man again.

  Connor00: So you’re still fucking her? And Stephanie doesn’t suspect anything?

  John69: I don’t think so. Sometimes I kind of joke about fucking Christa just to get Stephanie’s reaction. But I don’t think she’s putting two and two together. Or maybe she knows and doesn’t want to know. I mean she did say once, “You and Christa can go and do whatever it is you guys do.” Like she knew.

  Connor00: So it’s an open relationship but you still feel too chicken shit to tell your wife what’s going on. That’s what I’m reading into it.

  John69: Oh fuck you. She knew what she was signing up for when she married me.

  Connor00: Does Stephanie have a friend-with-benefits like you do?

  John69: Nope. And she’s perfectly fine with that. She doesn’t have the libido I have.

  Connor00: It still seems wrong for you not to tell her.

  John69: Yeah, yeah. I should have expected a juvenile reaction from you. Truth is, I sometimes feel guilty. But I figure certain things were implied. Stephanie could put two and two together if she wanted to. So in my mind, it’s not cheating. And even if it was cheating, I think it would be cruel of me to tell Stephanie and upset her. All she wants is peace of mind and I would be robbing her of that. She’s never been happier lately.

  Connor00: Really? How so?

  John69: Well she’s happier because I’m happier. I’m less stressed since I get to drain my balls into Christa. And in turn, Stephanie is happier because I’m more positive and cheerful. AND Stephanie’s also been hornier lately. And believe me, I am more than happy to pleasure her and Christa both.

  Connor00: Well that’s all well and good, bro. But I think to be fair, Stephanie should be allowed to have some fun too.

  John69: Why? She doesn’t want any.

  Connor00: Because she thinks you’re being faithful to her. But something tells me if she knew the truth, she would have some pretty juicy revenge sex.

  John69: LOL Yo
u wish. Every guy wishes. But believe me, Stephanie is a one-man type of lover. She only fucks the guy she’s married to. Old fashioned traditionalist, you know?

  Connor00: I do. I wish I had the opportunity to sweet talk Stephanie into bed. I wouldn’t even need to tell her you’re cheating on her. I would just take her into my arms, romance her, and give her the good pussy pounding she yearns for. That’s the solution to “dead bed.”

  John69: LOL. Yeah right, dude. You go right ahead and try.

  Connor00: Oooh, you mean I have your permission?

  John69: What the fuck dude! Who do you think you are? You couldn’t even handle my wife. You’re probably some 300-pound nerd in bifocals masturbating to pictures on Facebook.

  Connor00: Is that a challenge? Do I have your permission?

  John69: Bro, I don’t even know the first thing about you.

  Connor00: Hmm. Well, I like a beautiful mature woman. I stay in shape. I have dark hair. And my name is Connor, but I guess you figured that.

  John69: I live in Phoenix. Where are you?

  Connor00: Doesn’t matter where I am. Do I have your permission?

  John69: Permission to what?

  Connor00: To track down your wife and fuck her. I wouldn’t ever do that unless I had double consent. Hers and yours.

  John69: What makes you think you’ll have hers?

  Connor00: Trust me, I’ll have hers. The question is, do I have your consent?

  John69: Hahahaha. Well, I seriously doubt this is anything but bullshit Internet talk. But what the hell. I feel a little bit bad about the situation. So if Stephanie decides she wants some other guy, and if I approve of him, I won’t stop her.

  Connor00: Well, before we go any further I must make something clear. I think we’ve talked enough online that we’ve established some kind of trust. Correct?

  John69: Sure.

  Connor00: And I should let you know that if I wanted to find you, I could.

  John69: Well no, no, you couldn’t. I’ve made sure my number and address is unlisted.

  Connor00: John, trust me…I could find you. I used to work as a private investigator. I don’t know much in this world. But I do know how to find people. Oh and please women.

  John69: LOL. This is hilarious. Sure, buddy. You go right ahead. I give you full consent. But I’m not helping you one bit. If you say you have such great investigative skills, you don’t need my help. Right?

  Connor00: Okay. I don’t need any help.

  John69: Cool beans. Anyway, I gotta go. Got to get to work and put in “pussy overtime” if you catch my drift. ;-)

  ***

  John forgot all about the enticing conversation and assumed the mysterious stranger gave up after a cursory search. He felt proud of well hidden he was, and why not, since his life was a vat of secrets. Ever since his discharge from the army, John wanted to lie low and disappear into obscurity. He was an attractive thirty-eight-year-old man, though he had a bit of a gut, and had short blond hair. But he wasn’t so handsome that he would attract attention. Just the way he preferred it because he wanted to disappear from society. Do his work, get paid, get laid, and check out, hopefully before his 70s.

  And dammit, he almost had life all figured out. He found a beautiful wife. Found a stable and high paying job. He was even able to live down all the mistakes of the past—the DUIs and insane breakups with psycho girlfriends.

  But now, as always, he managed to call down more trouble upon his “too normal” life. More drama. More madness. The thing with Christa and Stephanie was plaguing his conscience. He felt justified. There was an understanding…but something about Stephanie’s blissful ignorance seemed to rub him the wrong way. Maybe she really didn’t know. Maybe she hoped that she was pleasing him more lately and that they indeed “got past” this problem. Or maybe she did allow him to sleep with anyone…that is anyone EXCEPT her best friend.

  John decided to drink his worries away in a bar a few miles away from home. He figured he would just walk home after getting sloshed since the last thing he needed right now was another DUI—in addition to the cluster fuck of guilt he was living with.

  Then, just as he looked into the bottom of his glass, he felt a bullish tap on his shoulder.

  He turned around quickly, agitated at whoever dared to interrupt his brooding.

  “John? Connor. Been a while since we chatted. I remembered your profile picture. There’s no mistaking your deer in headlights face.”

  John did a double take and flinched. The man was physically intimidating. Tall, muscular, and with a dark and brooding complexion. He had dark hair and almost a Cajun like glow to him. He was definitely the better-looking man, the man who would stand out in a crowd and bask in the attention.

  “Who are you?”

  “I think you heard me just fine. I think you know who I am.”

  John shook his head with a frown…then erupted into red-faced giggles.

  “Oh my God! You actually came.”

  “I told you I would,” Connor said with a calm smile.

  “Took you long enough. I thought you gave up.”

  “No, just had to run a few errands. But I went ahead and took my vacation just for you.”

  “For me?”

  “Well of course, buddy. I’m only going to fuck Stephanie because it turns you on. You know that by now.”

  “Ahh,” John answered with a gulp. “Well about that…”

  “Oh? New revelations in the saga of John?”

  “Well, Christa and I are kind of on the outs.”

  “Why so? Did you fall short in your oral technique?”

  “No fucking way, dude,” John said with an angry smirk. “No, what happened was that she felt guilty or some shit. Or I guess that’s what it was. Because last time I went to kiss her she pulled back. The whole thing felt like a pity fuck. And I don’t need a pity fuck.”

  “Hmmm. Sounds complicated.”

  “Well yeah, it is. Because Christa feels loyal to Stephanie but she’s also in love with me. That makes her feel ambivalent I guess.”

  “Well good luck with all that. I’m mostly here to seduce your wife.”

  “That’s cool. I’m just telling you though, she hasn’t been herself lately. The dead bed has returned. And I know from experience, she doesn’t even flirt with other guys beside me.”

  “Probably because you scare them away, John. You’re a fairly big guy and have a pissy face on you. That’ll scare some guys away. But not me.” Connor winked and smiled.

  “Yeah, and they know I’ll kick their ass if they so much as look at her.” John laughed hard, giving Connor a devious look.

  “Well, you can try to kick my ass if you want. After. Because we had an agreement, didn’t we? I said I’d find you. I’d give you the pleasure of fucking your wife. You gave your consent. Which is just pity on my part because I really never needed it.”

  John folded his arms. “Well, you have my consent. But she’s a grown ass woman. I can’t force her to fuck a stranger when that’s the last thing on her mind.”

  “You could at least give me a few ideas.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “If you think a stranger approaching her won’t work, come up with an alternative plan.”

  “I don’t need any of this, pal.”

  “Yes, you do,” Connor said with a grin. “You need me to fuck Stephanie so you can alleviate some of that guilt. I’m doing you the favor here.”