Club 88 (A story I've been working on)

Fabulous Story.. More please.. joel

Nice story so far

I have really enjoyed this story so far. Thank you for sharing it with all of us.

wonderful exciting thrilling story...but i am asking myself: why do the cuckold mistresses always have to be nice young beautifully built and sensuous...? An old hag would make a refreshing difference...
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Bilgam

Not necessarily an old hag but maybe a typical 40, 50 or 60 year old wife or girlfriend that doesn't work out everyday or maybe a plain Jane BBW with enhanced curves, nice complexion, pleasant and open minded insatiable woman with some tummy fat from having babies.
My girlfriend has cuckold me for the last seven years and 10 months. I met her when she was 59. I will post our story soon but my point is she was really concerned because of her looks compared to all the descriptions of the women in stories and videos like this one. She is now 67 and soon to be 68 in April. She loves and craves the BBC. She has a BLACK LOVER going on for five years and was Blacked May of 2015. She went exclusively BLACK two weeks later. Ever since that first Sunday in June I have been completely denied and am now a very happy, content, pantie wearing sissy wimp. Littleppsub

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Very erotic writing!

cant wait to read more

Hey guys, thank you for all the kind words, here and in private messages, I'm thrilled to hear from you all. I'm working on the next chapter right now but I have a question. Are there actually any women reading this story? If so, do you have any suggestions from a female point of view? Private message me if you're more comfortable. But I'd love to hear from a hotwife or two about their perspective on this story. Also do you have any suggestions as to where the story should go from here? Thank you.

BM,

Unfortunately, there is not too many females that post. Maybe 3 that are regulars.

My suggestion for how the story may go is to feminize the husband. Let him wear high heels and stockings and heavy make-up while doing his chores.

Thank you very much for taking the time to post.

same here
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Bilgam
You know, I almost went that route but talked myself out of it. I originally wanted to make the wife look like my own wife. I probably should have gone with my first instinct but I chickened out and went mainstream for her looks. I'm attaching pics of my wife so you'll know what the original blueprint would have been.

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PERFECT!!! Sophisticated big black cocks would take perfect care of her

Hoping this story conts

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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Part Nine

Bill, meanwhile, was having a difficult time trying to explain his way out of an embarrassing situation. "I can't wear that," the white husband said in a pleading voice.

"Well, that's fine. You can leave. We'll tell your wife you didn't want her to enjoy herself and that the two of you have to go. Of course, you'll never be invited back to the club again. Is that what you really want? More importantly, is that what she would want?"

Bill listened to the words his sissy tour guide said and felt himself deflate at the thought of Tammy being angry with him. He found himself feeling very relaxed and calm despite his inner turmoil over the clothing options being offered. And he felt anxiety at the thought of upsetting his beautiful wife. Bill could not justify his anxiety as his mind was slowly and forcibly attempting to calm itself more than anything. The water! Had they put something in the water he'd been given? He knew he should care but somehow the idea of making everyone around him happy was the overwhelming thought in his increasingly cloudy mind.

Bill's new friend said, "Yeah, you're looking like you've figured it out. Of course, the water is *******. They want you to be compliant and happy. It's nothing bad. Just a tiny bit of Molly and X along with a touch of Ativan. It won't hurt you at all, it'll just make you more relaxed and accepting. Soon you'll be eager to please your wife and her many lovers, but for now you need a little help. Now let's get you dressed, ok?"

Bill smiled and said, "Yes, I'd like that. Help me pick out something Tammy will like."

The now mellow white husband happily slipped off his clothing and allowed himself to be dressed in the cuckold uniform of the club. A pair of pink, lace panties and matching pink, satin shorts were slipped up his legs and his new friend marveled at how little hair Bill possessed on his legs, buttocks, and crotch. What hair was present was soft blond almost silky hair the likes of which you'd find on an adolescent. Bill was well on his way to being a club cuckold the seasoned sissy thought.

Next a skin tight tank top was pulled over Bill's head and fitted to his thin, feminine form to the thrill of his guide. The top that was chosen had the words, "Sissy in Training" written in flowing pink script across the chest, and the material itself was so sheer as to be see through. Bill's nipples pointed out and were clearly visible under his new shirt.

A cute pair of ankle socks with pink pom-poms on the back were put in place then covered by a pair of bright pink ballet slippers. The finishing touch was a shiny tiara placed on Bill's head making him look ridiculous in any situation.

Bill posed several times in front of the mirror then said, "Are you sure about this? I feel silly. Won't everyone laugh at me?"

"Well of course they will. But they'd do that anyway wouldn't they? I mean look where you are. You didn't think you were going to be top dog here, did you? You'd better come to grips with the fact that you are at the very bottom of this enclosed society. You know your wife is here because she can't find any satisfaction with you in bed, and you're here because you love her and want her to be happy, right? Well, a big part of that is acknowledging your inferiority. You are nothing compared to the men she's meeting upstairs. Nothing. You are the joke she can't stop laughing at. We all are. Every white boy here has the same story. Time for you to get onboard."

Bill gave one last look at his sissy visage then followed subdued into the next room. Again he found himself in front of a large television where his lovely wife was displayed being vigorously fucked by her new friend, Thomas.

Bill felt his tiny pecker twitch in longing as he watched his bride scream out in the throes of ecstasy. He felt a sudden calm overtake him as he knew deep inside this was for the best. Tammy deserved this. She deserved to be satisfied, and to be honest, he knew he'd never done that for her. Many is the time he'd rolled off his wife only to hear her sigh then go into the ensuite to take care of herself. He knew he'd never been good enough for her and watching this display of hardcore porn she was putting on with Thomas, the point was driven home.

Bill stared at the screen and watched as well as listened to his wife beg for more of that big black cock. Thomas was only too happy to oblige, and poor Bill could only watch in horror as this Alpha Man took what was rightfully his by natural selection. For a brief couple of seconds Thomas looked directly into the camera and into Bill's soul and smiled. The inferior white boy felt a tear roll down his cheek as his superior smiled then winked at him from another room as he drove his massive cock balls deep into Bill's more than willing white wife.

Another door opened and Bill was led through to a room filled wall to wall with cleaning supplies, fresh towels, candles, scented lube, and various sex toys. A bored looking, very fat, black woman sat in a chair in the center of the room and said, "Ok, bitch, you can go now, I got this cuckie."

With that, Bill's new friend said, "Yes Miss Sheila" and scurried from the room.

The woman pointed at the floor in front of her and said to Bill, "Kneel here boy."

Bill started to complain but with a speed that belied her size, the woman was up and on him in a flash. She grabbed the poor white boy by his miniature package and squeezed his penis and testicles into her ham sized fist.

"The fuck you doing boy? You don't fucking speak unless you're told to. You better learn some respect right fucking now bitch."

Bill gasped out an apology through the tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please stop. You're killing me."

The brutish woman laughed and said, "Not yet I ain't. But you watch you tone ****** fucker, or I will fuck up your day right quick."

She glared at Bill for a beat then released his tiny package and smiled as he fell to the floor. "That's a good start" she said as she retook her seat, "Now crawl your ass over here where I told you to kneel."

The white boy gasped in pain as he dragged himself over to the spot in front of his tormentor and knelt obediently before her.

"Now I know this is not what you expected. Your wife wanted to try something new and you thought you'd be enjoying this party together, right? Well that's not how things work here and you need to learn your place right now. You've seen how much fun your lovely wife is having with Thomas? Well do you want to disappoint her boy? Are you confident your marriage can handle you backing out now? Well, leave this room right now and find out. Behind me is a door that leads upstairs to where your wife is. Go through that door and take her home. It'll be the last time either of you is ever allowed back to this club. If you think you're man enough to make her forget about the things Thomas is doing for her, go right ahead. But, if you want to save your marriage, and keep your wife happy, you just stay right where you are."

Bill was startled by this turn of events and part of him wanted to jump up screaming in anger at the whole situation, but the woman's words rang true to the ****** husband. Tammy was enjoying herself immensely, of this there was no denying. And Bill had agreed to come here knowing she may indeed follow through. This was all planned ahead of time, wasn't it? The scared white boy looked up at the huge black woman who smirked down at him and asked in a timid voice, "What happens now?"

The big woman laughed and said, "Well, now you go back upstairs and serve ****** in the main house. You keep your mouth shut unless someone asks you a question. You keep your eyes down and never look at anyone above their waist. Your kind has been in charge for far too long boy. Now it's time for the true master race to take charge. Your wife is learning all about the superiority of the black man, and now so will you. You'll get to see firsthand how strong, how powerful, how in charge these black kings are, and you will learn your place as a sissy white boy."

She smiled down at Bill and watched him squirm for a moment before saying, "Now boy, get your ass up and go through the door that other sissy bitch left out of. Follow the stairs up to the kitchen and she'll be waiting to put you to work."

Bill stood up and began to walk toward the door but was stopped abruptly by the black woman's thick hand around his wrist. Before he could act, Bill found himself draped over the woman's knees with his pantied ass pointed toward the ceiling.

Sheila shouted, "Don't you never try to leave the presence of a black man or woman without saying Yes Sir or Yes Ma'am! You need to learn some respect white boy, just like Aretha sang!"

With that, the woman began to spank Bill's ass with excruciating ***** all the while spelling out the word, just like in the song, "R smack E smack S smack P smack E smack C smack T smack. Learn some fucking respect." She finished with a flurry of hard slaps on the poor sissy's ass.

Bill cried out in pain and shouted in defense, "Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry Ma'am!"

The sissy was in tears when Sheila finally pushed him to the floor. He scrambled to his feet and bowed to the angry, cruel woman. Without knowing why he did it, Bill said, "I'm sorry Ma'am" before rushing out the door and up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs Bill met the sissy who'd shown him around and was wiping away tears as he was handed a frilly apron and a ***** tray. Bill put the apron on with shaking hands then accepted the tray and before he knew it, he was out in the main hall looking frazzled and lost.

He stared at the sight before him. The ballroom was filled with immaculately dressed black men and white women. They drank and laughed, some of them danced. There were long tables filled with appetizers and desserts. Several thin white boys dressed like Bill were mingling in and out of the crowd fetching ****** and food for the partying mixed couples.

Bill saw his wife enter the other side of the room with Thomas, a brilliant smile on her face. She walked arm in arm with the confident black man as he escorted her to a table where her girlfriends all sat with their own black dates.

Bill was about to approach their table when a large, black man standing in a semicircle with two other black men and three white women snapped his fingers in Bill's face and said, "You, boy! We need another round of ******." Bill blinked at the man as if he didn't understand and before his brain kicked in the black man had Bill's ear pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

"Are you stupid as well as being a wimp boy? We need ******!" The guests nearby all laughed at the rough treatment of the white boy as he looked like an errant ***** being scolded by a teacher.

The white boy's eyes filled with fresh tears as he said, "I'm sorry Sir, I'm new here."

The black man laughed and twisted Bill's ear harder as he said, "New don't mean retarded does it? Get us ****** boy! Now!"

Bill whimpered in pain and *********** as he said, "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir. What can I get you?"

"That's better bitch. Three Stellas and Three Martinis." With that the man let go of Bill's ear and went back to his conversation as if nothing had happened.

Bill rushed toward the bar but caught a glimpse of Tammy looking right at him. She grinned, but not in a loving way. No, she looked amused at the treatment her husband had received and looked equally disgusted by his look and behavior. Bill was certain his credit as a man had dropped significantly in Tammy's estimation and sobbed as he watched her turn her attention back to Thomas with a look of adulation on her face.

Bill marched to the bar and placed his order all the while wondering what he'd got himself and his beautiful wife into.

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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

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Part Ten

The ride home that night was completely silent with Tammy staring dreamily out the side window and Bill focusing on the road while shooting furtive glances at his wife and wondering how to start a conversation.

Tammy fell right to ***** while Bill sat up all night worrying and wondering what would happen going forward. In the morning, the nervous husband sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee and waiting for Tammy to wake up. When his wife finally came into the kitchen, Bill poured her a cup of coffee and decided it was past time for a conversation.

"So, about last night." He started with a quiver in his voice.

"Oh, Billy it was wonderful. Thank you so much for being such a wonderful husband. I loved every minute of it and can't wait to experience it again." Tammy said excitedly.

Bill gulped and said, "Again? You want to go there again?"

"Of course I do Billy. I've never felt so alive, so satisfied. Thomas was amazing, not only the sex but as a date. He's so charming and intelligent. He's very funny too. He said the craziest things about the way you were dressed and how humble you looked serving all the, well the superior people in attendance. You really looked like you'd found your place at last."

"What's that supposed to mean? He was making fun of me and you think that's funny and charming? What the hell Tammy?" Bill said in shock.

"Hey! Watch your tone with me. I saw you bowing and ******** all night, yes sir and no siring all those well built black men. Did you think yourself equal to them? Seriously?"

"No, I mean, what? Equal? Tammy, I was humiliated all night. You saw how they made me dress, how I had to behave. I was miserable."

His wife smiled as if she'd been waiting for this reaction. "Yet you didn't say a word. You went along all night and behaved exactly the way Thomas and my girlfriends said you would. You behaved like a sissy, cuckold, white boy."

"I did what I thought you wanted me to do. What's going on here? Is our marriage in trouble?" Bill now had tears in his eyes.

"Awe, don't cry little Billy, of course we're not in trouble. I love you so much. In fact I've never loved you more. You're my husband and I'm deeply in love with you. But let's face facts, in the bedroom you've never measured up. You know that don't you? It's just one part of our life together and I've finally found a way to make it work for me."

Bill sniffed back tears and said, "I always thought you were happy with me in bed."

Tammy giggled and said, "Did you really? That's funny. I'm sorry, I don't mean to make fun of you, but seriously didn't you ever notice how bored I looked during sex? Or that I always ran to the bathroom to finish myself off? You've never made me cum during sex, only ever with your tongue. And that's ok. You're great in every other aspect of our lives, just not in that department."

"So, it's all just about a big dick for you then? Is that all?" Bill said defiantly.

Tammy laughed again. "No, of course not. There was so much more. Thomas was so ********, so confident. He knew how to satisfy me without being clumsy or nervous. His hands felt so strong and solid. There was none of that palm sweat like you always have. His kisses were magical and the way he moved my body from position to position was like a dream. His cock is incredible but it's not everything. Hell, he came so much I think it's still leaking out of me this morning. You on the other hand leave a small, watery, wet spot on the sheet. He cums, you squirt. It's a matter of Alpha vs Beta."

"Oh my god. Tammy, this is too much. I feel awful. I never knew you hated being intimate with me."

"Oh sweetie, I don't hate it. I just don't enjoy it. It's so, well it's so awkward that it's almost funny. Your little face gets all squished up when you shoot your cummies, it's comical. You climb on, pump for a minute or so, then you're done. And you lay there panting like you've run a marathon. Meanwhile, I'm in the bath fingering myself just to feel something."

"So, what does this mean for us?" Bill asked.

"Well, it means I'll be having a lot of sex with men from the club. Maybe Thomas, maybe others. I don't know. I need this, Billy. You can't deny me this kind of pleasure, that wouldn't be fair. I'm a woman, it's more difficult for me to orgasm than it is for a man. You barely touch your little peepee and you squirt, I have to be fucked by a real man to get off."

"You don't even think of me as a real man?" Bill was pouting now.

"Oh stop being such a little girl Billy. You are a male, that's certain, but you're not really a man like Thomas is, now, are you? Be honest. Would a real man behave the way you did last night? Could you ever see a man like Thomas behaving that way?"

Billy squirmed in his seat and looked down into his coffee cup before answering. "No, I could never see him acting that way. I don't know why it was so easy for me to fall into that role. I really don't. It just felt normal. And truthfully? Seeing you enjoy yourself like that made me happy. I love making you happy. It's all I ever really wanted."

"Oh Billy, that's so nice to hear. I really do love you very much. I can't imagine life without you. So, we agree then? We'll continue to visit the club. You'll petition for our membership. And we'll enjoy this new phase of our lives together."

"Wait, what? Is that where this conversation went? I mean, I guess that works. But what about me? While you're having all this great sex, what do I get?"

"Honestly Billy, you can be rather thick sometimes. You just said it yourself, you get to make me happy. That's all you ever wanted, you said so yourself. Now I have some errands to run and I'm having lunch with the girls. They want to hear all about last night. While I'm gone, be a dear and do the laundry, it's piling up. I'll see you later this afternoon."

With that, Tammy kissed Billy on the cheek and walked out the door. The defeated husband sat there for a few minutes with fresh tears welling in his eyes as he contemplated the new normal. He set about working on the laundry without ever questioning the fact that it had always been Tammy's job. He just fell into the role of obeying his lovely wife without giving it a second thought.

He's finally learning his place, I can't wait for her to get more action and break him down further 😈 x

Part 11

The next few days were strange for Billy. When he'd return from work, he would find notes from Tammy with chores she expected to be completed before she got home. She had taken to going out with the girls from the club every evening for dinner, leaving her husband to fend for himself. When she came home, conversation was at a minimum between the married couple as Tammy seemed to always be on her phone either talking with one of the girls or texting and giggling like a school girl. Billy was afraid to ask but he was certain she was texting Thomas just based on the wide eyed smile and breathy laugh.

Finally on Friday evening Billy could take no more and decided it was time to reestablish his place as the man in Tammy's life. He brought home her favorite dinner from the Chinese place she loved, bought a bottle of her favorite wine, and even sprung for a dozen red roses to decorate their table.

The night was a raging success. Tammy was the same woman Billy had fallen in love with in the first place. They talked and laughed throughout dinner and snuggled together on the couch for a romantic comedy afterward. When the time came, Billy followed his bride up to the bedroom and after the usual pre bed brushing and washing, he slipped into bed with Tammy and immediately moved in for some romantic time.

And the night came to a screeching halt. "Billy, you know better than that don't you? I thought I made it clear that I can't be bothered with your little crayon any longer. Hehe, longer. Get it? I just don't feel like being left unsatisfied again. Now if you really want to make me happy, you know what I really want don't you?"

"I guess. I mean, I know you love it when I go down on you but I thought after our wonderful evening together, we could get back to normal." Billy said sulking.

"Oh Billy, you're so cute. Look at your little face. And I can feel that tiny bump pressing against my thigh. You're like a little puppy dog trying to hump my leg. It's just so funny when you think about it. I mean I recently had a real man take me like the hero in a fantasy novel, with his big strong arms and broad chest. His cock was like another appendage, not this little nubbin I feel rubbing on my leg. Now don't get all upset again Billy, fucking just isn't your thing. But that tongue of yours is magical. Now do you want to make me feel good or not? I can just as easily go to sle ep.

Billy tried several times to speak but no words would come out. Tammy looked on in amusement as her hubby finally gave in and slid down under the covers. She smiled and sighed as he pulled her panties down her legs and off over her feet. Tammy spread her legs wide and grinned as she felt her hubby's breath on her thighs as he made his way up to her sacred lady garden.

As Billy began kissing and licking his wife's fragrant pussy, Tammy picked up her phone and began texting with Thomas.

Thomas was so forc eful, even in his texts, that Tammy soon felt her juices flowing and could hear the sloppy sounds of Billy slurping down her secretions as he licked away under the covers.

Thomas was telling Tammy where he'd caress her, how he'd hold her, where he would kiss and nibble at her soft, pink, flesh. He described in detail how he would lovingly suck and bite on her sensitive nipples. How he would use his fingers to moisten her pussy to get it ready for his massive cock. He filled her mind with images of herself riding him in cowgirl and him hammering her in doggy. The white wife came several times on her husband's tongue as she enjoyed the dual thrill of her lover's words and hubby's talented mouth.

Tammy could hear Billy gasping for air and panting with exhaustion as he spent nearly an hour in the hot confines under the covers, between her meaty thighs. Tammy's thighs were soaked with sweat and her slippery cum so she knew her hubby must be a mess. She giggled at the thought of him suffering for her pleasure.

Thomas sent laughing emojis when Tammy told him where her husband was at the moment. He told her she was married to a good white boy who was quickly learning his place. Then the large black man sent an idea to the white wife that made her laugh out loud, something she had to cover up with a quick moan so as not to alert her oblivious husband.

She texted back, "You are so bad. That's awful. But it's so funny. Do you really think it'll work?"

Thomas sent her, "I guarantee it. That white boy will do anything to squirt at this point. Let me know how it goes. We'll talk again tomorrow. Goodnight beautiful."

Tammy sighed again with carnal bliss before gripping the back of Billy's head and grinding his face into her cunt for another orgasm. The white wife lay back exhausted and panting from exertion as she said, "You can come out now Billy, I'm done."

Billy crawled out from under the covers and Tammy had to stifle a laugh at the look of him. His face was red and covered with a sheen of female cum and sweat. His hair was slicked back and equally soaked. He was gasping for fresh air and swallowing repeatedly.

The white boy said, "How was that sweetheart?"

Tammy said, "Oh Billy that was just what I needed. You're so good at that. I'll want that all the time from you."

Her hubby then asked, "Well, how about my turn then?"

"Billy, I told you already, I'm not trying to fuck that little crayon of yours again."

"Well then, maybe you could return the favor?" Billy pleaded.

Tammy's nose wrinkled in disgust, "Eww, put that in my mouth? Yuck, no. That's never happening, and I can't believe you would suggest it. Are you trying to humiliate me? I don't suck little crayons. And I certainly don't want your watery squirt making a little puddle in my bed. But I do know a pretty exciting way for you to get off without making a mess."

"What, um what did you have in mind Tammy?"

Billy's lovely wife looked like she was trying desperately to hold in laughter but the clueless husband was so horny he didn't notice her distress. Tammy said, "Go into the hall closet and get the vacuum."

"The vacuum? What the heck for?" Billy asked.

"I told you I don't want a mess. Now just do as you're told or let me go to sle ep and you can just suffer." Tammy answered.

Billy hurried out into the hall and came back in with the vacuum cleaner in hand. Without needing to be told he plugged it in and stood waiting for his wife's next command.

Tammy pointed to a spot next to her side of the bed and said, "Stand right here baby." When Billy was in place, his wife reached out and gently rubbed his miniature dick and balls in the palm of her hand, mesmerized by how tiny they were.

Billy's little pecker was immediately stiff and sticking out it's full five inches. The amused Tammy then turned on the vacuum and held the extension hose in her hand.

Billy tried to object but Tammy's grip on his underdeveloped package was too tight. The cruel smile on Tammy's face brightened as she brought the hose up to Billy's waist.

She aimed the opening of the hose directly at Billy's dick and moved in close. Tammy broke out in hysterical laughter when Billy's entire package was sucked into the hose of the running vacuum.

The white boy squealed in pain at first but quickly began to moan in pleasure as the suction and vibrations from the machine made magic all over his twig and berries. Billy's knees buckled and he nearly collapsed at the wonderful sensations coming from his crotch and Tammy's eyes flew open wide as she watched her husband's response.

Tammy didn't even have to move the hose at all. She simply held it in place as it sucked Billy's dick and balls deep inside. The white boy was shaking all over and Tammy knew it wouldn't take long. She marveled at the length her husband's skin was stretching as it was sucked into the vacuum hose and giggled in delight at the wonderful game she'd found. She made a mental note to thank Thomas for the cruel suggestion then in a moment of inspiration, picked up her phone and began filming.

Billy never noticed a thing as his eyes were screwed shut in pain and pleasure. He'd never known such a feeling in his life.

In just under 3 minutes, it was over. Billy squealed loudly and thrust his hips in and out panting and moaning as he shot his tiny load.

Billy collapsed to the floor and Tammy let go of the hose so she could hold a hand over her mouth to hide her laughter. She continued to film her hubby as he shakily turned off the machine and delicately pulled his swollen and red package from the hose.

Tammy almost felt bad when she saw how raw and tender her husband's junk looked but the comic look on his face was so cute, she simply smiled and said, "How was that baby?"

Billy's voice was shaking as he mumbled, "I don't want to talk about it."

Tammy could see how embarrassed her husband was and it gave her quite a thrill. She couldn't wait to show the video to the girls and especially to Thomas. Club 88 was the best thing to ever happen to this white wife.

Tammy said, "Well, so long as you had fun. Now I need to sle ep so be a good boy and put your girlfriend away and turn out the light."

Billy blushed but didn't say a word as he quietly gathered up the vacuum and took it back to the hall closet. The humbled white boy then crawled into bed beside his wife and stared at the ceiling trembling in shame. Shame, and complete satisfaction from the strongest orgasm of his life. He was shocked at how thrilling it had been to be degraded by his lovely wife. What was becoming of him, he wondered. And what was happening to his marriage?

Superb the degradation of Billy, it will increase I think when Tammy will show the video to her friends and her lover at the club?
Hope to read more about his ***********!

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Oh! I loved that last chapter, it's so sexy to go down on my wife while she's on the phone or texting to a lover 😈❤️

I hope you're enjoying this. Please let me know if I should continue.

Part 12

Saturday found Billy and Tammy back at the club. Billy had been assigned as the personal maid to Tammy and Thomas for the evening and after Tammy finished laughing at her husband's attire, she found herself quite comfortable in the role of superior around the degraded white boy.

Billy was dressed in the quintessential French Maid's outfit, complete with black blouse and skirt, trimmed out in white lace fringe. He wore white, thigh high, stockings and black Mary Janes. The panties he'd been for*ced into were white lace as were the elbow length gloves that adorned his arms. On his head the poor white boy wore a small, black, maid's cap also trimmed in white lace. He looked ridiculous and his wife let him know it with her raucous laughter at first sight.

Billy stood silently by as Thomas ordered dinner for himself and Tammy. The white husband was ignored as his wife and her lover enjoyed a five-star dinner complete with an expensive Bordeaux. The happy couple laughed and joked with each other like old flames as they enjoyed their romantic evening. Billy watched with tears in his eyes as his darling wife fawned over the handsome, well built, black man.

Billy heard Thomas say, "After dinner I have a gift for your hubby. Well, it's actually for your benefit but he'll be the recipient. I'm sure you'll love it very much though."

"Oh you're so thoughtful Thomas, I love that you're willing to include little Billy in our evening. He seemed so lost the last time we were here; I just know he'll feel better if he gets to be a part of the fun." Tammy said with a quick smirk toward her husband.

"Oh, I know exactly how to include a cucky hubby in a blossoming relationship like ours. He'll have to learn his place at some point and I believe it should be right at the beginning. By the end of this night, your little sissy will know exactly where he stands in your new life, I can assure you of that."

Thomas glanced at Billy and said, "Maid, more wine."

Billy stepped forward and said, "Yes Sir" as he poured from the expensive bottle to fill his wife's and her lover's glasses. "I'm sorry Sir, the bottle is empty now." The white boy said.

Thomas was about to speak but it was Tammy who said, "Honestly Billy, are you not smart enough to figure out what to do next? Do you really need the Alpha to guide you in every little detail?"

Billy was crushed by her words and her tone but he smiled through his tears and said, "No Ma'am, I don't need that. Thank you for correcting me. I'll get another bottle right away."

Tammy smiled, enjoying the game immensely before saying, "Good boy, go fetch."

Thomas laughed at the way his hot date had taken to her role as the dominant in the marriage and watched with a gleam in his eye as the broken husband crept to the bar for a fresh bottle of wine.

"You seem to have taken to controlling your boy quite nicely Tammy. I'm impressed." The black man said.

Tammy smiled at him adoringly and answered, "Oh I love my husband very much Thomas, I really do, but seeing how easily he fell into step has made me realize how right you are about the way of the world. White boys truly are inferior to black men. As much as I love him, I see him now as the weaker part of this relationship. He's a wonderful husband, but nothing compared to you in the romance and sex department. I'm thrilled to have such a handsome, intelligent, sexy man as yourself to show me the true passions of the world. Billy is simply playing his part. He's my little servant."

"Wonderful!" Thomas said with a huge smile. "It's always so nice to see a white woman open her eyes to the reality of having a black owned, sissy, husband. I'm going to show you just how amazing life can be once your husband truly tows the line in all things."

Billy returned and the couple turned to discussing their plans for the evening. The white boy had to stand there in his maid's uniform listening to his wife make plans to bed her lover. The couple held hands across the table and stared into each other's eyes as they discussed their plans for each other's bodies.

Before dessert could even be ordered, Tammy said, "I can't wait any longer Thomas, can we go upstairs now?"

Thomas said, "Of course my dear. Maid? Run ahead to the Lavender Suite and get it ready for us. Light all the candles, set the lighting to the appropriate mood, and turn on your wife's favorite romantic music. Oh, and when you've finished, make sure there's a good supply of extra-large condoms in the night stand, then you can wait on your knees at the foot of the bed."

Billy blushed over his entire body and said, "Yes Sir, right away sir." The white boy had been warned many times leading up to tonight not to say or do anything that would upset Tammy. His wife made it quite clear that he was to obey every command. Billy had agreed and was obeying as he'd been told, but the act of obeyance was tearing him up inside. He sobbed as he rushed to the suite to complete his tasks.

It wasn't long before the door to the suite opened and Billy saw his lovely bride being carried across the threshold by the man who'd stolen her pussy from him. The white boy held his breath in anticipation as he watched the bull of a man gently lay his wife on the bed.

Thomas then snapped his fingers at Billy and said, "On your feet maid. I have a gift for you."

Tammy rolled onto her stomach and stared in wide eyed wonder with her chin resting in her hands, propped up by her elbows on the king-sized bed.

Billy scrambled to comply, and Tammy giggled when her husband stood in his dress before the huge black man. Billy had never looked so tiny as he did in front of this giant of a man. The white boy indeed looked the part of a feminized maid making Tammy wonder how she ever thought he could satisfy her sexually.

Thomas reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and retrieved a small pink box with a pink bow on top. He handed it to the blushing white boy and smiled triumphantly like a conqueror accepting the surrender of a vanquished foe.

Billy gulped audibly as he opened the box and began shaking as he looked at the contents. He had spent enough time reading cuckold stories and watching interracial sissy porn, that he knew immediately what the device was. He pulled it from the box with trembling hands and stared at the floor in utter hum il iation.

Tammy said, "What's that? Billy? What is that?"

Thomas grinned cruelly and said, "Tell her maid. Tell your wife what you're holding."

In the softest whisper Billy said, "It's a chastity cage."

Tammy giggled and said, "A what?"

Billy cleared his throat but his voice still cracked like an adolescent boy when he said, "A chastity cage. It's a chastity cage. It locks up a man's penis so he can't get any sexual satisfaction."

Thomas laughed and said, "Well boy, you're close. It locks up a sissy's little nubbin. A man would never wear one. And what you're packing can't really be called a penis. Real men have those, sissy's have nubbins or clitties."

Tammy was laughing so that tears rolled down her cheeks when she said, "It's so tiny, how will it ever fit?"

Thomas said, "Well, I did get a small size, but not the smallest. That will come in time. But trust me, it will fit. Won't it maid?"

Billy also had tears running down his face but for an entirely different reason as he said, "Yes sir, I'm sure it will."

Thomas said, "Now white boy, show your wife how it works. I know you've seen them before in your depraved porn searches. So, show Tammy how to lock you away. It's the only way she can be sure you'll stop pestering her.

The beaten white boy slipped his panties down to his ankles and lifted his skirt to expose his tiny, limp, dicklet to his wife and her lover. Thomas laughed out loud at the sight and said, "Oh you poor girl. How you've suffered."

With a gleam in her eyes and a wicked smile on her face, Tammy said, "You have no idea baby."

The white boy seemed to shrink between them as he held up his skirt and suffered their ridicule. He blushed in painful degradation as his lovely wife made fun of his short comings in front of this hunk of a man.

At a reminder from Thomas, Billy then explained each piece of the device to his wife having to stop several times for her laughter to subside. He showed her how the small ring encircled his little balls and underdeveloped nubbin. He saw her grinning as he slipped the small, pink, plastic, tube over his shrunken peepee, then explained how the lock fit.

Thomas said, "Tammy, you do the honors and lock it. I want him to know it was you who took away his ability to cum."

The hot wife's eyes were wide with wonder as she clicked the padlock shut. The tiny click was like a thunderbolt to her sissy husband and Tammy giggled at the way Billy's body shook at the sound.

Thomas held out his hand for the twin keys to the lock. He then pulled another box from his jacket and handed it to Tammy. The white wife squealed in glee as she opened the box to find an expensive gold necklace. The black man slid the keys onto the necklace then had Tammy turn around and lift her hair so he could fit it around her slender neck.

The commanding black man then said, "Back on your knees bitch. And if you make a sound, I'll throw your ass out of this room. You need to prove to me and your wife that you can be a good cucky hubby. We are going to enjoy each other in every way possible and I will make sure she is satisfied in ways you never could. You need to see first hand what a woman like your wife deserves in bed. What a superior man can offer a beautiful woman like her. You need to see this as much as she needs to experience it. But if you interfere in any way, you'll never watch us again. Am I making myself clear boy?"

Billy was staring at the black man's feet as he said, "Yes sir, I understand."

With that, Thomas turned his back on the white husband and took the enamored wife into his arms. Billy was looking up at them and watching them make out like a couple of sex starved lovers. The sounds of their passionate kissing could be heard over the romantic music that the white boy knew to be his wife's favorite.

With skilled hands, Thomas began undressing the white wife, slipping her dress down to her ankles in one swift movement. Tammy had worn no bra as it would have tainted the lines of her expensive dress so her milky white breasts were now on full display. Billy had to stifle a moan as his little dicklet tried to stiffen in its cage.

The white boy watched from his knees as the black man kneaded his wife's breasts with practiced hands making her groan in pleasure.

Thomas tweaked Tammy's nipples, pinching them, and pulling them out several inches from her chest. The massive white tits pulled out from her body causing her to moan in ecstasy and a little pain. But the pain was bliss compared to the clumsy way her husband usually fondled her.

It wasn't long before Tammy's passion overwhelmed her, and she began pulling Thomas' clothes from his body like a woman possessed. The two were naked in no time and were lying together in bed still kissing and mauling each other's bodies.

Billy knelt at the foot of the bed and watched his wife being ravished by a superior black man. The little white boy felt superfluous in his marriage at this point and knew he could never elicit such passion from his wife.

He watched with tears in his eyes and a pain in his crotch as his wife stroked Thomas to full erection. The white boy was stunned to see such a magnificent cock in real life. He'd seen plenty in the porn he was addicted to, but nothing like this. Thomas was at least ten inches in length and thicker than the white boy's wrist.

Tammy licked up and down the length of the huge cock, stopping occasionally to fill her lips with his plum size balls. She too the time to lick and suck the man's balls as she stroked his cock, loving the taste and scent of a real man.

When she could no longer stand the itch in her pussy she climbed atop the black man's body and impaled herself on his massive tool. She screamed in joyful abandon as she felt the huge cock pierce her swollen nether lips. Billy heard the wet squelching sound of an overheated pussy being stretched by the huge invader and was shocked at the wanton sight of his wife's lustful tryst.

Tammy sank down on Thomas' cock in the cowgirl position until her beautifully sculpted ass sat firmly against his black balls. She stayed like that for a moment relishing the feeling of being completely filled with hot cock then began to ride her bull for all she was worth.

Billy was aghast at the wanton display and desperately wanted to stroke his own miniature pecker but was chagrined at his confinement. He simply watched in horror as his was fucked the black man for all she was worth.

The room was soon filled with the sounds and scent of humid, sloppy, sex. The couple had been fucking for nearly forty minutes before Billy realized they'd left the condoms in the drawer of the side table. Tammy was taking that cock raw.

Billy knew better than to object or he would be banished from the room and possibly never allowed to watch again. Such was the addiction of a white sissy to being cuckolded. He'd rather risk his wife's pregnancy than chance not being allowed to watch her defilement.

For nearly three hours Thomas took Tammy in several positions, fucking her harder and faster than Billy could ever imagine. The white boy watched his wife's massive tits jiggle and sway under her as she was taken doggy style. He stared at her quivering ass cheeks when she rode her stud and listened to the sloppy sounds of her soaking wet pussy being stretched in missionary. Each position was accompanied by the screams of multiple orgasms from his beautiful wife.

The smell of wet pussy was eventually overpowered by that of sweat as the couple ravaged each other and the bed on which they coupled.

Finally, Billy heard Thomas say, "I'm gonna cum baby. You want it inside you?"

Tammy yelled, "Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Fill me up! I want your cum inside me, I want to feel it's heat. Fill me up lover!"

The black man roared his orgasm out like a warrior. His body tensed up and Billy could see with clarity the way the man's balls tightened and pulsed as they released their seed.

It seemed to take several minutes for Thomas to empty his swollen balls into Billy's wife and the white boy was stunned by the raw power of it all. With a wet sucking sound, Thomas pulled his still impressive cock from Tammy's red, swollen pussy and rolled over to lay beside her on the bed.

The lover's panted and gasped for air as they held each other in a post coital embrace that looked to Billy like the most natural thing he'd ever seen.

Thomas growled out, "Water!" And Billy was snapped from his reverie. The white boy rushed to the mini fridge on his knees and grabbed two bottles of water before scurrying back to the side of the bed.

The exhausted lovers drank thirstily and laughed together over their amazing coupling.

Tammy said, "Oh my god, I love fucking you so much. You're so much better than anything I've ever experienced."

Her poor husband listened with a heavy heart to her proclamation as he knelt patiently by the bed.

Thomas said, "Oh baby, it's not over yet. Hell, I'm all ready to go right now. I just though you'd need a little time to rest, and to maybe clean up a bit?"

Tammy said, "Oh fuck yes! Just let me grab a quick shower."

She got up and walked right past her husband as if he wasn't there. Billy thought she actually forgot all about him.

Thomas propped himself up on his elbows and said, "Tonight she gets to shower. She's experienced enough of your hu mi liation for one night and I don't want her to start feeling sorry for you. But the next time we fuck, and there will be a next time, your skinny ass will be crawling up between her sweaty thighs to lick my mess out of her swampy pussy. You hear me boy?"

Billy began to sweat thinking of swallowing the thick cum the black man had blasted into his lovely wife but his lack of a backbone made him cave right away. "Yes Sir, I hear you."

"That's good. Now you get back to your place and don't bother us unless we call you boy."

Billy said, "Yes sir" as he crawled back to the foot of the bed to await his wife's return and the second round of her wild night.

What a fantastic chapter, I love how they are treating Billy. Thanks for all your work 😈❤️🙏🏼

yes, absolutely yes, please continue
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