How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 08

In this chapter, Brick's ex-wife, Jeri, is called in to help with the issues he's having with Phillip, primarily, but also to teach Laura how to be a better cock sucker. This chapter contains oral, anal, group, and lesbian sex. It includes Phillip being pegged for the first time. No COVID exists in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance.

How I Became a Breeding Bull, Ch 8 - Jeri

I didn't allow Laura and Phillip to fuck or suck the following morning. Phillip got the largest anal plug inserted in his rectum, then went to work. Tomorrow sometime, he would get ass fucked for the first time. The primary question was who. Laura hadn't earned the right, and I didn't want her in a position of Dominance over Phillip. Becca couldn't because of work rules, Brenda couldn't because she couldn't know about our overall relationship yet. That pretty much left Sharon. Not that Sharon didn't deserve to. She was a delightful slut, and coming home naked last night, brief though the trip was, had been a delight for the senses. If Roxanne were to become his Dominant, she was the perfect choice to take Phillip's anal cherry. It would go a long way to establishing her Domination over him.

After Phillip left, Laura underwent more cock sucking practice, but even bringing her to orgasms as she tried sucking my cock didn't get her past six inches, despite seeming she'd suppressed most of her gag reflex. Mmm, maybe I would finally have to ask for help from an expert. I sent Laura down to exercise while I made a call I wasn't looking forward to.

I wondered if she'd pick up when she saw who was calling. She did, surprise, surprise.

"Hello, Jeri."

"Rat Bastard. What do you want?"

"Your expertise."

"What expertise?"

"Your professional services and cock sucking expertise."

"You are fucking kidding me, right? You want me to suck your cock?"

"Not exactly. I want you to teach someone else to suck my cock."

Click. I probably deserved that. Maybe I could have phrased that better.

Before she blocked my number, I sent her a text.

A shopping spree at Nordstroms if you listen to what I have to say, without agreeing to anything. Call me if you'll listen.

My ex loved to shop. It wasn't a guarantee she'd call back, but it was an inducement. I went to the gym to work out with Laura. It took about two hours, and perhaps curiosity had more to do with it than greed, but Jeri eventually, did call back. I was panting hard when I answered the phone.

"Thanks for calling back."

"Are you fucking someone else right now?"

"Working out."

"With who?"

"Another woman."

"Of course you are, asshole."

"Jeri, did I ever lie to you? I told you before we got married that I was not husband material and you'd eventually regret it. I told you we'd be better off as friends and occasional fuck buddies than man and wife. I never hid what I did from you. Told you immediately when I strayed. I was never meant to be married. I'm sorry. I've said it a hundred times before and I'm sure I'll tell you a thousand more. I'm sorry. It was never a good idea for us to get married. I tried to tell you, but I let you convince me otherwise. I'm sorry."

"My best friend, asshole!"

"I know, Jeri. She came on to me. You know how I get when I have an erection. I have to put it somewhere. Ask Denise. If she's honest, she'll tell you she tried to seduce me."

"She did tell me, but that doesn't make it better. My best friend! Every time I look at her, I think of you behind her, shoving your fat prick into her, fucking her. I hear her crying out your name as she cums, in my dreams. I can't unsee it, and it's affected my relationship with her, you stupid fuck."

"If I could take it back, I would."

"What is it you want, exactly, but don't for a second think you're going to get it."

"I want you to teach a woman how you can deep throat my cock."

"So you can marry her and ruin her life?"

"I'm done being married, and I couldn't anyway. She's already married."

Dead silence on the phone for fifteen seconds before Jeri exploded. "What the fuck! What about the bros before hos mantra you preached? It was the only decent thing you ever did, not fucking other men's wives, or was that a lie too?"

"It wasn't a lie. If Denise followed the rule of Sisters before Misters, I wouldn't have fucked her. This is special circumstances. I'm doing it with the husband's approval."

"Bullshit!"

"It's true. I'm putting you on speaker. Laura come here."

"Yes, Master. How can I help you?"

"My ex-wife, Jeri, is on the phone. Would you please tell her that I'm fucking you with the permission of Phillip."

"It's true, Mrs. Harmon. My husband is not able to give us children. Master has his permission to father them."

"It's not Mrs. Harmon. My marriage was annulled. It's Miss Tyson. Master! You found another bimbo to do that BDSM shit with you?"

"Not particularly by choice, although I do enjoy submissive women. I'm not really into submissive men and I've had to put Phillip into submission as well."

"It's true, Miss Tyson," Laura said. "My husband is a willing cuckold. He had asked me many times since we were married to have sex with other men. I'd refused him for several years, but when we found he couldn't father children, I agreed to take a male lover who could father a child. I chose Brick. I'm afraid my husband and I went a little overboard once we started. My husband liked to watch too much, and I loved fucking other men too much to stop. We actually considered my becoming a stripper or a streetwalker to satisfy our cravings. Master realized we were going to screw up our marriage, our reputations, my husband's career, and to stop us from behaving irresponsibly, put us in submission to control our worst impulses. He feels it's necessary to manage our base instincts."

"She doesn't sound like a bimbo."

"She's not. Laura is intelligent, college educated, and her husband is an attorney, but she is submissive, which might be part of the problem. Look, I don't want to have this entire conversation over the phone. I'd like to invite you to their house, where I'm currently living. I'll grill up some steaks and you can meet them, speak to them, figure out if I'm lying about the situation. If you're willing to help out, great. If you're not, I'll understand. Either way, I'll take you to Nordstroms tomorrow and turn you loose for a few hours. Look, I know I was a horrible husband. I knew before we got married I would be, and I told you that. But I always liked you, and even if we can't be married, I'd like to be friends, or at least friendly. Good steaks, good wine, meet nice people, maybe not tear out each other's throats, reach a detente."

"I'll give it a shot. What time?"

"Five-thirty. I'd like you to be here before the husband gets home from work. It's a test of his submission. I'll text you their address. Before you come, do me a favor; to make the explanations easier, read up on willing cuckolds before you come over. Fact, fiction, on-line forums. It will be easier to understand if you do."

"I'll do that."

"Thank you. I'll enjoy seeing you again."

"I'm not sure I'll feel the same."

"Understandably. Thank you anyway."

We disconnected. I looked at Laura. God, she looked incredible, naked, sweaty, flushed. Too bad I couldn't fuck her. She hadn't earned it yet. It's a good thing I had other people to fuck.

"Did you lose any Ben Wa balls doing squats?"

"Yes, Master. Once, still. May I go to the bathroom?"

"You may."

"Thank you, sir."

I called Sharon and asked her to please not come over tonight.

"Why not?"

"My ex-wife is coming over, and she's already pissed at me and I don't want to further piss her off by having yet another female here. Feel free to pack up your things and check out of the Hyatt tomorrow. You can stay here the balance of your trip."

"The ex, huh. Will I get a chance to meet her?"

"Don't know. I'm going to encourage her to stay the night, but she may walk out ten minutes after she arrives. If she does spend the night, she might not be interested in the idea of another woman. We'll see. I won't lie to her about our relationship, or anyone else's for that matter."

"Has she ever had sex with another woman?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"I'm surprised, really surprised."

"I wasn't really into turning women into rug munchers before. That kind of came about because of my situation with the Smiths. I figured Phillip should get some spare nookie, and if one was going to be in the house, why not watch a couple women make out. It is popular porn. I told you I'd never had a threesome before."

"I almost thought you were lying about that, it seemed so natural to you."

"Nope. You and Becca were my first."

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"If Jeri doesn't kill me first."

Sharon laughed and hung up.

When Laura returned, I asked her if she could make escalloped potatoes from scratch or I should buy a package mix.

"Get two packages, sir. They make good leftovers. I have some house cleaning to do if we're having company. I'll give you a grocery list. We're running out of some other things as well."

"I'll take care of it."

We finished our workout and went upstairs to shower. We washed each other, but I didn't get her off and I didn't let her play with me either. I got dressed and went for groceries, buying everything on Laura's list plus four T-bone steaks, and a couple bottles of really good red wine. Not as expensive as we had in the restaurant last night, but a couple hundred dollars a bottle good, which was usually good enough. The main difference between a $400 dollar wine and $23,000 dollar wine was rarity. There probably wasn't a lot of that 1999 vintage left, but the same wine from the same vineyard from six years ago would be substantially less than one twenty years old, because more bottles existed in the wild.

I thought of what I wanted to wear when Jeri saw me. She'd always liked me in a suit, but since the Smiths would be jaybird naked and I had no clue what Jeri would be wearing, I went with my typical casual wear, a snug fitting polo shirt and khaki pants. I was vain enough about the work I put in to keep myself in shape to want to show it off a little, and Jeri had always liked my bod. In fact, the sex we had was always great.

Fguring the steaks for 15 to 20 minutes, we put the escalloped potatoes in the oven so they'd finish about the same time, and I was shooting for six to eat. I opened a bottle of the red to breathe, then started cutting up vegetables for a salad.

At five after five, the doorbell rang and I told Laura to get it, while I stood in the kitchen so I could see Jeri's reaction. Laura threw open the door and Jeri stood there for several seconds, dumbfounded. I'm sure part of it was Laura's nudity, but Laura was a goddess, and people were usually a bit stunned when they first saw her, especially in her altogether.

"My God. You're gorgeous," Jeri finally spit out.

"Thank you, Miss Tyson. You're very attractive yourself. Would you please come in. I don't want to stand in my doorway like this for too long."

"Of course, I'm sorry." Jeri stepped in and Laura closed the door.

"Please come into the kitchen. Master is helping me prepare a salad."

Jeri looked up and saw me watching her from the kitchen. I saw the hint of a blush as she saw me, then she followed Laura to the kitchen where Laura offered her a glass of wine. Jeri took it, and took a sip.

"Hello, Jeri," I said. "It's good to see you again."

"You're looking as good as ever. Single life must agree with you."

"It always has. I hope you're doing well."

"I've had my ups and downs. I looked up willing cuckolds. I find it hard to believe there are people like that."

"I did too, when I found out about it."

"So how did you and Laura meet?"

"I was at the club near the Hyatt on the day our marriage was annulled, looking over the crowd, hoping to find someone to take back to my room for a few hours. Laura approached me and asked me to buy her a drink. I saw the wedding ring on her hand and declined. I said I didn't fuck married women. She told me her husband didn't care, and called him to prove it. We sat down in a relatively quiet part of the club so I could learn more. She explained that he was a willing cuckold and had wanted her to have sex with another man since shortly after they married. She'd refused, but they'd recently discovered he couldn't have children, so Laura agreed to have sex with another man to have a child. She sent a picture of me to her husband and said I'd invited her back to my room and asked if she should go. He said yes.

"In my room, we sent another picture of Laura holding my cock close to her mouth and confirmed if he still wanted me to fuck his wife. He said he did. Then shortly before we started fucking, I called him and told him he could listen if he wanted. He listened for over two hours as I fucked Laura, masturbating five times as he listened. I picked up and he was still on the line. I told him Laura was tired and had gone to sleep, and I'd fuck her again in the morning before sending her home. He masturbated twice more after that.

"Laura was not fertile at the time. She wanted to ensure Phillip was really on board with me breeding her before he ended up raising another man's child. I was of somewhat the same opinion, so I arranged to be out of town during her next fertile period. By the way, I picked up another company while I was in San Francisco. But that's beside the point.

"After our marriage went kaput, I didn't think that I would ever be having children. I'm not made for marriage and children should be raised in a stable home environment. I looked at this as an opportunity to have a child, who would be raised by stable parents, and would be given the right opportunities in life, and in fact, possibly even more than one child. If I could find others like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, perhaps I could do the same thing with them. I assumed that when their child was conceived, things would go back to normal for them. Perhaps they would, at widely separated times and places, indulge in similar activities. That Phillip would want to watch Laura be fucked by another man. Laura would consent on occasion because the taboo had been broken and she would welcome a little diversity in her sex life.

"What I didn't realize, is they were both already broken. That Phillip was so enamored of his wife's extra-marital sex, he would do anything, allow anything, to watch it occur. He would endanger his career as a lawyer to ensure it would happen. That Laura so loved the sex she got outside of her marriage, she would do anything, become anything, to get it. In other words, just before she is scheduled to become pregnant, she is considering becoming a free whore, streetwalking Seattle, giving away sex for free, or becoming a stripper and doing whatever strippers do in the back of strip clubs if one is willing to pay enough money. That would have been the environment their child would have been born into. I could walk away, and they would immediately find someone to take my place.

"So, I took over their lives. I don't really want them, but I don't trust them on their own. I hope to find someone else to handle that job, but for now. I think it's for the best, they do what I tell them, and nothing more."

Jeri looked at Laura and she looked at the floor in shame. "It's true, Miss Tyson. I regret to say it's all true."

"Laura is definitely the more submissive of the two, but Phillip is himself, submissive. It might be part of the reason he wants other men to fuck his wife. He doesn't feel worthy of her, and believes she could do better sexually, so tries to arrange for her to fuck others, provided he can watch, and experience her pleasure vicariously. I believe Phillip is arriving now. Would you please stand in the living room so he can see you when he comes through the door. There are certain things he must do when he enters the house. I want to see if he'll obey."

Jeri looked at Laura again, then stood in the living room about five feet from the door. The door opened and Phillip stepped in, stopping when he saw the strange woman. I started counting. Phillip still stood there.

"Laura, I'm home," Phillip said.

"We're in the kitchen, honey."

"There's a woman in the living room."

"I know, dear. You know what you have to do."

He came into the kitchen, still dressed. "That's ten swats, Phillip. If your clothes are not off in one minute, there will be an additional ten added," I said.

Phillip still hesitated. Thirty seconds went by before he even started taking off his clothes. He didn't make it in a minute. His little cock was hard.

"My, my," Jeri said, "what a cute little dingus you have. No wonder your wife likes fucking my ex."

"You're Mrs. Harmon?" Phillip asked, naked and erect.

"I was the former Mrs. Harmon. Miss Tyson now. You're a handsome fellow though. Successful lawyer, wealthy enough, to go by the house you own. She must have been disappointed when she saw the cock of the man she married."

"Jeri, please don't do that," I said. "Given what you might have read about willing cuckolds, that might be appropriate for some of them. I hope that Phillip isn't one of those, though I'm beginning to wonder. He's no more responsible for the size of his dick than I am. I didn't earn it; it was given to me. I've been trying to build up his confidence in his own prowess as a male, teach him to be a better and longer lasting lover. How to put off his orgasms until he was ready to cum. I admit, I'm having more trouble than I anticipated. I think his cuckold fetish gets in the way. I think he prefers watching other men fuck his wife, to fucking her himself. Phillip, you may use the toilet and shower, but do it quickly. I want a tail in your ass for dinner. I'm starting the steaks in ten minutes. I want you done by then."

"Okay."

He started to walk away.

"That's ten more swats to be administered now for neglecting to address me as sir, or Master. Get the paddle and bend over the couch."

"Yes, Master." He glanced at Jeri again and got the paddle bending over. I gave him ten hard swats to his ass leaving him red cheeked and teary eyed.

"Now you have five minutes. Don't be late."

"Yes, Master."

Phillip left, rushing.

"When he gets back, you can question Mr. and Mrs Smith as much as you care to, Jeri. I should also tell you that when I returned from San Francisco, I was sexually assaulted by Laura in my sleep. I left the house for several days after that incident, as I was already becoming concerned."

Jeri looked at Laura again and Laura shamefacedly nodded.

"How many other people are you fucking in addition to Laura?"

"Several. Four fairly regularly, and others as they crop up. I was in a one male, three female foursome last night, none of them the Smiths. Two of the regulars, and a new one. Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering if Laura or Phillip felt as if you were moving in permanently."

"I told them at the beginning that it wasn't my intent, and I've had other women here, all of whom have had sex with Laura, and some with Phillip as well. I believed if Laura was having sex with another man during their marriage, Phillip should have sex with other women as well. There should be some sort of balance to their infidelity."

"Were you a bisexual before you married?" Jeri asked Laura.

"I don't believe so. I'd never had sex with another woman previously. None of the women I've had sex with had. It was all due to Master. He likes watching women have sex."

"I've no doubt," Jeri said. "He tried talking me into it a few times."

"You should try it Miss Tyson. It's quite enjoyable."