How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 02

Phillip invites Brick to stay in their home as he breeds Laura. Brick brings Sharon and Becca when he moves in. This chapter contains extramarital sex, lesbian sex, oral sex, masturbation, public sex, cuckoldry, and preparation for anal sex. To those who don't like hotwife/cuckold stories, quit reading. There's no point except for being a bitch about it. There is no COVID in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his assistance in making a more readable product.

How I Became a Breeding Bull, Ch 2 - Phillip's Decision

Monday morning, I was able to get into to see the doctor, because they'd had a cancellation, and I could fill it easily, once they knew all I wanted was to be checked for sexually transmitted diseases.

When the doctor saw me, he asked if I was at risk for an exposure.

"No, I still use condoms religiously, but a couple having trouble with conception is considering me to father their child. I want to assure them that in the process, I won't give them more than a baby."

"In vitro?"

"No, in vagina." I pushed my finger through a circle formed by thumb and forefinger on the other hand. "The husband is what he describes as a willing cuckold and he wants to watch."

The doctor paused. "Are you sure?"

"Asked him myself before I gave it a test run with the wife. She wanted to see how he reacted before giving him another man's child he'd be obligated to raise for eighteen years. He seemed to enjoy himself, although he was having difficulty maintaining an erection when he tried screwing her after I'd had my way with her. Performance issues, I suspect. Apparently, he's about half my size and I really made his wife scream while I fucked her. He listened to the whole thing on the phone. What do we need to do to assure them I have a clean bill of health?"

"Urine, semen and blood tests should do it, plus a visual inspection. Take off your pants and drop your drawers."

This was my regular doctor and he'd seen me often enough he wasn't surprised when I did. He turned on his light and checked my equipment thoroughly.

"Any burning during urination, any unusual discharge, or discolored urine?"

"No, no and no."

"Do you urinate in a steady flow, suffer from frequent urination, or have to get up more than once to urinate during the night?"

"Steady flow, what would you consider frequent, and once I hit the rack, I don't have to get up until I wake up in the morning."

"If you don't get up to urinate at night, we can consider that not frequent."

"Then no."

"Any pain during ejaculation and does your semen appear to be its normal color?"

"No and yes."

He drew a couple vials of blood.

"I'm going to do a PSA test to check for possible prostate problems."

"What's PSA?"

"Prostate Specific Antigens. The number should be rather low unless you've got prostate cancer or a prostate infection. It's unlikely to have prostate cancer this young, but it gives us a baseline for your normal antigen levels for when cancer is more likely to show up; anytime after forty."

He had me bend over, jellied up his gloved finger and prodded my prostate with an uncomfortable amount of pressure until some fluid appeared on my cock, which he collected on a microscope slide. He handed me some tissues to wipe off the lubricant.

"You've never done that before," I said when he told me I could dress again.

"It pays to be thorough and you should plan on that to happen annually once you reach a certain age. You need to be checked for lumps on your prostate, just like women need to be checked for lumps on their breasts. Prostate cancer is one of the most common cancers among men. Once you hit forty, expect to have a colonoscopy regularly to ensure your colon and rectum don't develop polyps which can develop into colorectal cancer. Growing old is a bitch, my boy. A little prevention is worth a ton of cure. I want you to give me two clean samples of urine. The directions are in the bathroom there. You can leave the samples in the little window and someone will collect it shortly."

"How soon before I get the results?"

"You can pick up your paperwork on Wednesday afternoon. You don't need an appointment, just come in any time after lunch."

"Thanks, Doc. I'm surprised you didn't say anything about my plan to breed another man's wife."

"Would it do any good if I did?"

"Probably not."

"I know when I'm wasting my breath."

******

Sharon, my gym fuck buddy, eagerly knocked on my door at nine, stripping off her clothes as soon as I closed the door, making a beeline for the bed.

"You're overdressed," she said, "for what I have in mind."

"Not so fast, sweetheart. I like foreplay too."

"What did you have in mind?"

I opened my mouth to a big O and mimicked sucking.

"You don't expect me to get that slab of meat in my mouth, do you?"

"We won't know until you try and I'll return the favor." I stuck my tongue out until I touched my nose.

She laughed. "Fine. You still need to get undressed."

Smiling I removed my clothes until said slab of meat was out, breathing fresh air.

"It's just as nice as I remembered it," Sharon said. "Come to Mama."

I walked over to where she sat on the bed and let her play. Try as she might, Sharon could only get the head and another two inches inside her. You see now why I briefly considered the idea of one woman for the rest of my life. I let her polish the knob for several minutes, entertained by her attempts.

"Are you ever going to cum?" Sharon asked. "My jaws are getting sore."

"Not until it's buried to the root in something."

"That's certainly not going to be my mouth," Sharon said. "I've tried and it's not going."

"Your ass?" I asked hopefully.

"Has any woman ever let you fuck her ass with that thing? Tell the truth."

"About twenty-five percent, roughly. No anal virgins, but women who like anal sex anyway have tried it and liked it."

"Well, I'm an anal virgin, so I guess that means it needs to go in my cunt, because I'm certainly not letting you be the one to pop my anal cherry."

"The trials and tribulations of being a well hung stud," I said, forlornly, a hang dog look on my face.

"Give me a break," Sharon laughed. "How many times a week do you get laid?"

"Total numbers, or different individuals."

"Both."

"Two to three times a day, rarely less than once, three to four different ladies per week. As you recall from yesterday, I can fuck for a long time without cumming, otherwise the total numbers might be higher. You orgasmed like six or seven times in the time I fucked you. I fuck you twice, you're ready to fall asleep you're so exhausted. It happened on Friday night, the poor woman didn't make it back to her husband before dropping off."

"You fucked a married woman?"

"With her husband's permission."

"You dirty dog."

"Tonight, I'm your dirty dog. Are we going to fuck or what?"

"You promised to lick me first."

"Promised, or merely suggested?"

"I took it as a promise. I don't care what you want to call it."

I pushed her back on the bed, grabbed her ankles and stretched her legs wide. My lips and tongue attacked the source of her tangy nectar.

Several orgasms later, Sharon stated, "You're almost as good at that as you are at fucking."

"Let's check out that hypothesis," I said.

I rolled a condom over my cock and slowly submerged it into Sharon's tight sheath. After fucking her for an hour, I asked, "What's the verdict, cock or tongue?"

"Cock, definitely cock," she moaned.

I slammed into her one last time as I throbbed my load into the rubber. She spasmed again.

"So tell me," I asked when her orgasm ebbed, "are you tired."

"Exhausted."

"Now you know why the wife fell asleep. Of course, I had to fuck her again in the morning."

"What did the husband say about that?"

"I wasn't privy to that conversation with his wife, but I asked his permission first and he said 'yes', so he didn't raise a stink with me."

"Why would he do that?"

"Perhaps he wanted his wife to experience what you did."

"Awfully generous of him."

"I don't understand it myself, but considering how often I fucked around on my wife, I shouldn't raise a stink if she wanted to cheat on me. Let's just say it's complicated."

"You're married?"

"Not anymore. Annulled as of Friday."

"Thank God I didn't fuck a married man. That would be low."

"She still forgave her best friend for fucking me, but that was the last straw as far as I was concerned. Unless you want to spend the night, you might want to go back to your room, but I warn you, if you're still here in the morning, I will fuck you again."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"A promise. I need to maintain my bad boy reputation."

"It's an early start tomorrow. I guess I'll leave. Can we set another date for tomorrow night?"

"What time?"

"I don't have to entertain clients tomorrow night. Take you out to dinner?"

"I'm game. I'll be ready by five."

"I'll meet you down in the lobby at 5:30."

"Take care, Sharon," I said as she left.

******

Another good work out the following day. No women using the hotel gym, though, just men. Disappointing, but at least I could look forward to the evening. Or so I thought. I received a call from Sharon at around three telling me we had to postpone our plans; a client had a problem with the software just installed and she had to troubleshoot the problem until a solution was found.

"It could end up being an hour or seven. I'll call you back if it's less than two, but I anticipate longer and I don't want you on the hook. I'll make it up to you on Wednesday. I'll even spend the night."

"If I'm available," I replied, "I'll be happy to take you up on your offer."

"If? You aren't planning on replacing me already, are you?"

"I was planning on replacing you the moment I met you, darling. I already told you I'm not marital material. I'm a bee looking to pollinate as many flowers as possible and taste as much honey as I can. Don't look at me as anything other than a sex toy you have to share with a lot of other women. If I'd met another woman in the gym today, I would have spent the afternoon boinking her before we went out. About all I'll promise you, is if we make a date, I'll keep it, but not if it's a date for a wedding."

"That's blunt."

"Honesty is the best policy. That way, I don't have to keep track of the lies and who I told them to."

"At least it's a refreshing change of pace. I'll call you if I get done early enough to fuck tonight."

There was another phone call at quarter to five from none other than Laura Smith.

"Bryce, my husband would like to meet with you."

"Why isn't he calling me?"

"You don't know him. I didn't know if you'd accept his call."

"I don't know you either except in the biblical sense."

Was it possible to hear someone blush over the phone. I could swear Laura did. She sounded flustered when our conversation continued.

"I - that is Phillip, thought, we should know more about you - if we were to choose you, to, you know..."

"Breed you," I finished for her.

Silence for a few seconds. "Yes, that."

"I want you to put Phillip on the phone. From now on, if there's something you need, Phillip makes the call. How can I reassure him I'm not going behind his back trying to steal his wife away from him, if I'm having conversations with you he's not privy to. All contact with me will be made through him from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Then put him on."

Phillip must have been in the same room with her because he was on the phone in mere seconds.

"Would it be possible to meet?" Phillip said.

"I just had a dinner reservation cancel a short time ago. I'm willing to meet for dinner or drinks afterward or both."

"Dinner and drinks would be acceptable."

"Do you know where I'm staying?"

"Laura informed me."

"Good girl. The Daniel's Broiler restaurant here is top notch. Why don't you meet me here at the scene of the crime. Can you be here by six?

"Yes."

"Come alone. Once you and Laura have made the decision to involve me in your lives, I don't want any back channel communication with her. I want you to feel confident that you know what is happening at all times. As I told you before, I'm not interested in Laura as anything other than a fuck partner, and only with your permission. If there is something you want or need, you tell me. Leave Laura out of it."

"I understand. I'll see you at six."

"You know what I look like. I'll be in the restaurant waiting for you. It's on the second floor."

Let's see now; what to wear to impress the husband? Not the usual, trying to show off my physique. A business suit perhaps. My navy blue pinstripe Armani suit should work well.

I was already seated when the hostess brought Phillip to the table. I stood to shake hands with him and invited him to take a seat. He was tall, at least my height, slim, patrician, old school money, handsome. Laura hadn't been lying about that. Perhaps just below movie star/model handsome, assured in probably all ways, except possibly sexually, given what I knew.

"I expected you'd be wearing something different," he said, sitting across the table from me.

"It was my belief you might underestimate me given how we made our acquaintance. I don't want you to do that."

Phillip ordered a single malt scotch, then perused the menu.

"Do you have any recommendations?" he asked.

"I haven't had a bad meal yet," I replied. "You'll probably be satisfied with whatever you order."

"How long have you been staying here?"

"A little over three weeks."

"That can't be cheap."

"It's not."

"Inherited?"

"Self made. I created and sold three internet startups, the first before I finished college."

"So smart?"

"Smart enough."

"You don't look like a nerd."

"Looks can be deceiving," I said. "You don't look like a willing cuckold."

A low blow, but he recovered quickly. A slight smile formed, and he said, "I imagine not."

"And I'm not a gigolo, which is what you might have been thinking. I don't live off of women, or their husbands. In fact, Laura is the first woman who I've had sex with, who I knew positively, was married. I was a little lost imagining anyone married to such a special woman would knowingly encourage her to seek sex with another man.

"I do, however, enjoy sex a great deal, and if a woman isn't wearing a wedding ring, I'll zero in on her like a heat seeking missile. I have almost no scruples when it comes to seduction, the wedding ring being about the only one. I've been with another woman since Laura, a woman staying at the hotel on business. She's the date I had tonight which got broken due to a software issue. I'll probably continue having sex with her until her business trip is over. And anyone else I might run across as long as I'm here.

"When I suggested I live at your house, at your invitation, it's not because I need a place to live. I haven't looked hard yet, because this hotel is convenient to me. If I live at your house, I will pay you $2000 a month for lodging and food. I don't intend to live off you. I don't intend to be a part of your child's life, but if Laura should conceive, I will provide a trust fund for the child's college education."

"I don't need money," Phillip said, "for any purpose."

"I understand. But I'm not going to leech off you. It's to maintain my self respect, you understand, not because I believe you need it."

He nodded. The waitress came back and took our orders.

After she left, he continued. "Any history of genetic disease in your family history?"

"None. I'll provide a medical history if you wish it. I saw my GP on Monday and he took blood, urine and semen samples to test. I can pick up my test results tomorrow afternoon. Has Laura gone for testing?"

"Today. The results should be available on Thursday."

"After spending the night with Laura and having her explain her situation, I read as much as I could find on the internet on the topic of willing cuckolds. It was that research which led me to suggest I live with you. I don't know where on the spectrum you lie, but if I do live with you, my intent is to help you live your fantasies. To that purpose, once I move in, I intend to supplant you in your marital bed. You will be relegated to the guest room. The Master bedroom door will always remain unlocked. You may come in and watch your wife be bred at any time you wish. You can participate in her breeding as much as you care to. I won't force you to lick my cum out of her pussy, or for you to put my cock in her, but if that's something you want to do, I encourage it. You might as well enjoy this as much as I intend to. Were you able to fuck your wife after our conversation Sunday?"

"I did."

"Good. You don't want to stop having sex with your wife. She is your wife, despite anything else which might occur. I will make one condition regarding you fucking her, however. Each day, I will be the first to fuck her cunt. After I've fucked her, you may also, as many times as you wish. If I should go out of town for some reason, her pussy will be off limits to you until I return. You may, however, use her mouth or ass. Have you fucked her ass yet?"

"No."

"I will be fucking her ass and mouth. I think you should be the one to take her anal virginity, so I'll begin preparing her for her first ass fucking. When she's ready, you'll be the first, but after that, I will feel free to use it as I will, assuming she enjoys it. I will bring other women to the house. I will encourage, though not insist, that Laura engage in sex with them. If she has sex with them, you should have sex with them as well, but I leave that to you. My feeling is that if she's having sex outside your marriage, you should too. I will not ask Laura to have sex with other men, but if you request it, I will allow it, though I'm the only one who will be breeding her."

Our waitress came with our salad and our conversation was put on hold as it wasn't intended for public consumption. As soon as she left, I continued.

"There will be some times I ask you to engage in sex with us. Once her ass has been opened for business, it may be with one of us in her pussy and one of us in her ass. Before that, it will frequently be with one of us in her pussy, the other one in her mouth. If you ask for another man to be added, I may make Laura airtight, with a cock in every one of her fuck holes. One of them may be you, but it's possible for two of them to be strangers to you both and all you can do is watch. Any other man will either wear condoms or be guaranteed clean. Do you understand what I intend to do to her and you, if I move in with you?"

"Yes. What if I don't invite you to live with us?"

"She will come here for her breeding. I will be the only one fucking her and you won't be participating, nor will anyone else, man or woman. At that point, I'll assume all you want is a child and not fuel for your cuckold fantasies. I may keep her here overnight, or even several days in a row during her fertile periods, but it will only be fucking, although I still intend to take her ass. Essentially, if I come live with you, you'll see your wife become my cock slut, and possibly others' as well, should you agree. If I don't live with you, she'll have a child, but you'll never see her become my big cock slut or hear her scream while she's cumming on my cock. You'll see nothing. I'll either help you fulfill your fantasies, or I'll breed her only. That's the difference."

"Okay."

"Have you told Laura that I might be invited to the house?"

"Not yet."

"She will resist it. She was embarrassed at how she responded to my fucking with you listening. She thought you would be humiliated by her response, and she doesn't want to do that to you. I believed, based upon what she told me about your desire to be a willing cuckold, that you might appreciate the humiliation, but I was only guessing, which is why I told you that you could hang up."