To Save A Marriage Chapter 01

Author: Rubberbristolpig
Title: To Save A Marriage... Chapter 01
Date: 15 November 2011

My first attempt, so be kind. Honest, but kind......!!!



To Save A Marriage…
By RubberBristolPig

They really stood out when they walked into the bar, partly because they were a straight couple, but mainly because he obviously didn’t want to be there. You could tell by the way he stood, by the way he didn’t meet anyone’s eyes, even the barman’s, as he bought them both a drink. She, on the other hand, was looking around at the other Friday night regulars dotted around the place, appraising, judging. Finally, her eyes came to rest on me, and without hesitation, she marched across the bar, with her husband trailing along reluctantly behind her.
“Say it” she demanded above the music, “Say it to him.” Her husband, still unable to meet my eyes, stammered something intelligible out under his breath. I shrugged, unsure.
Shaking her head in disgust, she said “This miserable fuck cheated on me, and if he wants to save our marriage, things are going to change. And to start with, I want him to feel as humiliated as I did when I caught him with his cock down that bitch’s throat, in our bed.” She glared at him, and raised her voice, “Now, look him in the eye and tell him!”
He looked up, and scarlet-faced said “I….. I want you to, to fuck me in the arse….”
“You really, really, don’t look as if you want to get fucked,” I was half amused, half bemused, and just a bit turned on by the situation, “so I don’t quite see how it’ll help your marriage?”
“I told you, I want him humiliated.”
“I can humiliate him without fucking him.” I could too. She’d definitely picked the right guy, and I was starting to warm to the idea of working over a straight guy. I didn’t want to fuck a guy who didn’t want it though, it had to be consensual.
“Look, for years I’ve had to put up with him ridiculing my gay brother, so it’s about time I got some payback. And if he doesn’t go through with this, tonight, I’m done. I’m throwing him out.”
I looked at him, stood head down, eyes on the floor, and knowing that I’d already made my mind up, asked him “So what do you think about all this?”
“I….I can’t lose her, she can’t leave me, so if this is what it takes…”, he took a deep breath, and looked up at me, looked me in the eyes, and with something like defiance on his face, he said loudly and clearly, “To save my marriage, I want you to fuck me in the arse.”
“Sir….”, I said, quietly….
“What…?” He was confused. “You want me to fuck you in the arse, Sir….” I said. “Go on, say it….”
He looked at his wife, unsure, but seeing the look of satisfaction and triumph on her face, looked down at his feet again, and muttered “Please fuck me in the arse, Sir…..?”
I grinned, and said to her “That’ll do for a start. Are you wanting to watch…?”
“God no…” and the disgust twisted her face into something ugly, “it’s bad enough having to watch him sweat and heave on top of me, let alone.... No, no, just send him back to me in one piece. And make him sore…..!” She turned on her heel and stalked away, out of the bar.
I looked at him again. Still stood head down, slump-shouldered, resigned. Again, doubting, I slung an arm around his shoulders (he tensed, as if expecting me to strip him naked right then and there) and said “Hey, it’s ok, you don’t have to you know. We can just stay here and have a few beers, and you can go home and tell her it was the worst experience of your life, and get back to the happy families.”
He looked up at me, hope flaring in his eyes, and then shrugged again. “She’d know. She’ll want the details. She’ll probably want to inspect my arse, the bitch. And I can do it, it can’t be that bad. Can it….?” Again, the nervous eyes flicking up to meet mine, then away again.
“Well, that depends. I mean, I’ve got a reputation to keep, and if she’s going to want details, we’d better give her some.” Again, he looked confused. I took his chin in my hand, and, gently, turned his face up to look directly at me. “If you want to save your marriage, if you want me to fuck you in the arse” – I was enjoying repeating the phrase back at him – “you’re going to have to earn it, aren’t you….?”
Unable to look away, finally, he stammered out “Yes… yes Sir…..” A quick learner. That was a good start.