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, the 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 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 romance, 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 want to make me happy, you know what I 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 sleep.” 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 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 forceful, 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 on her husband’s tongue several times 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 an excellent 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 funny, do you 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?”
"Oh Billy that was just what I needed, you’re so good at that, I’ll want that all the time from you.”
“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?”
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?!”
“I told you I don’t want a mess. Now just do as you’re told or let me go to sleep and you can just suffer.”
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 its 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, 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 stretched 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 than 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.
“Well, so long as you had fun. Now I need to sleep so be a good boy and put your girlfriend away and turn out the lights.”
Billy blushed but didn’t say a word as he quietly gathered up the vacuum and returned it 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?
