Club 88
By Brian Masters
By Brian Masters
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Part One
Bill and Tammy Dodge were sitting on their spacious, backyard deck sharing a second bottle of wine, listening to music, and enjoying a beautiful Friday evening together. After a long work week, the young couple were thrilled for some quiet time and were loving the warm weather of early spring. Tammy was already rather tipsy, and Bill was closing the gap quickly as neither of them were considered drinkers.
At thirty years old Tammy still had the face of a teenager and a body that showed no signs of ever aging. She stood just over five foot seven and her shapely form was perfectly proportional from head to toe. She had always been a stunner and Bill counted himself enormously lucky to have bagged such a beautiful wife. The lovely Tammy wore her shoulder-length blonde hair in a wavy, angled bob that perfectly framed her face. She never wore much makeup as her natural coloring was flattering on its own, but she had a penchant for red lipstick that always showed off her naturally full, pouty lips. Her breasts were perfect teardrops that filled a C-cup quite nicely. Her cute butt looked like something out of a rap video as it was plump and rounded and bounced hypnotically as she walked. Many people said Tammy was the perfect woman in both looks and personality, a combination that served her well in her job as a part-time salesperson for a major pharmaceutical company. She did very well selling her company’s drugs to the predominantly male doctors in her region.
As Bill poured another glass of wine, he looked at his beautiful wife and once again wondered how he’d ever gotten so lucky. He knew he wasn’t the most handsome man, but he was intelligent and earned a good living as a tax attorney. He’d never been very athletic and at thirty-three years of age he had already started balding. His hairline was receding quickly and thinning out on top making him look at least ten years older than he truly was. Bill was not tall, measuring a good two inches shorter than his wife and looked like he had what people called a *** bod. His belly protruded out over his belt in a way that embarrassed him to no end and only added to the confusion people displayed when they found out he and Tammy were married.
The couple had been married nearly eight years and were starting to show signs of the seven-year itch. They were very much in love but having trouble finding that spark they’d known so well in the early days of their marriage. Bill had never been a dynamo in the sack but since they’d both been virgins when they’d wed, Tammy had no frame of reference to know any better. She only knew that she was not satisfied but had no way of knowing how to fix the issue. As far as Bill and Tammy were aware, sex was only supposed to last two or three minutes before the man ejaculated and sometimes, he shot off before even achieving penetration. This all seemed normal to the inexperienced couple and since Tammy had never herself experienced an orgasm, she thought her sex life was as good as it could get. She just assumed that Bill’s five-and-a-half-inch penis was the norm and his endurance was on par with every other man. Bill may have known better but he never said anything to dissuade his wife’s beliefs.
On this particular evening Tammy was trying to work up the nerve to bring up an uncomfortable subject with her husband. She’d been taking an art class with women from the area and when the wine began to flow on those evenings, the women talked about every conceivable topic, sex being the main conversational highlight. Tammy quickly became shy on those evenings as she discovered she might be coming up short in the sex department. The women all spoke of their sexual exploits with such passion and enthusiasm that Tammy started to think something was seriously wrong with her and Bill’s relationship. The strange thing was, Tammy had started to find discrepancies in the stories told by the women. She was hearing contradicting names and one night had to stop the conversation to ask who each woman was referring to since the names of their husbands and the names they mentioned in their sex stories weren’t jiving.
It was then that Tammy learned about Club 88 which led her to the uncomfortable talk she was about to have with her husband. Hopefully, this second bottle of wine would jump-start her nerves enough to get the ball rolling. “So, Billy” she started, “I had the strangest conversation with the ladies in class this week, you wouldn’t believe what they’re all up to on the weekends.”
“Oh yeah?” Her husband said. “What’s that sweetie?”
“Well, they were telling me about this place called Club 88 and how it changed all of their marriages for the better. They say it’s opened up their relationships with their husbands and not only brought them closer but made their lives infinitely more exciting.”
“Club 88?” Bill asked, “Never heard of it, what is it like one of those social clubs where people drink and play cards and stuff?”
“No, not quite. It’s kind of a sex thing. A place where they go to meet new people and open their marriages.”
Bill looked shocked and said, “Like swingers?! Are you talking about those key parties people used to have in the seventies? Do you want to try swapping or something Tams?”
Tammy smiled and said, “No, not quite. It’s not like that. It’s the women who find partners to have sex with and the husbands go along to, well to watch or to help pick out their wife’s partner, It’s something called cuckolding, have you heard of that?”
“Well sure, I mean, I’ve heard of it. There are porn sites dedicated to it and lots of videos and stories. It’s becoming very popular.”
“Oh really?” Tammy said with a sarcastic tone, “How do you know so much about porn, Billy? Have you watched some of these videos or read those stories?”
Bill suddenly became very defensive, and Tammy was certain he was lying when he said, “No, Of course not, I don’t do that! You’re all I ever need, darling, I just heard guys at work talking about it, that’s all.”
Bill quickly drained his glass and poured another in an attempt to distract his wife but Tammy countered with, “It’s ok, if you have honey, I wouldn’t be angry, In fact, it would help us talk about it more freely if you had some insight into this Club 88 place.”
“No Tams, I don’t have any insight into any of this. Why are you bringing this up anyway? Are you unhappy with our sex life?”
"No sweetie, I’m not unhappy. I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to talk about spicing things up a bit.”
Bill tried to win back the high ground by accusing his wife when he said, “So are you looking to have an affair, is that it, you want to fuck other guys?”
“No Billy! You’re not listening, I’m just saying these women were talking about it and I wanted to get your opinion, that’s all.”
“Ok, you want my opinion, I don’t like it, that’s my opinion. Damn Tammy, way to spoil my mood. I think I’m calling it a night. Good night.” With that Bill went into the house and Tammy soon heard the bathroom fan running while her husband brushed his teeth. She then saw the light from the bedroom over her head come on briefly and then turn off again.
Tammy sat there drinking her wine and wondering what the hell had gotten Bill so riled up. He never spoke to her in such a terse manner. She started to think of something the girls in class had said about how their husbands all had hidden porn fantasies that lined up perfectly with the practices of the club. They told her it was a certainty that Bill had some weird shit hidden on his computer too. Tammy had defended her husband to the women but now she was starting to wonder if maybe Bill was secretly hiding something from her as his reaction to the idea of cuckolding was very odd, very odd indeed.
Part Two
The next morning Tammy woke to find Bill already gone. He’d left a note saying he decided to put in a full day’s work since it was tax season, and he was behind on some paperwork. Tammy was sad but also a bit excited about the prospect of doing a little detective work on Bill’s laptop. She was certain her husband was hiding something and wanted to look into his search history. There had to be a reason he so vehemently argued his porn innocence. Tammy made herself a cup of coffee and sat on the spacious, sectional couch to investigate the contents of Bill’s laptop. Despite the machine being password protected, Tammy knew how lazy her husband was with cyber security and began running through the five or six standard passwords he always used. She struck gold on the third try and shook her head when she entered Han$0L0.
As she opened his browser, she was surprised at how quickly she found the evidence she needed. Bill had bookmarked several dozen sites all dealing with interracial cuckolding. She became more and more shocked by each site she looked at. She quickly learned that BBC had nothing to do with the British television network and everything to do with black men’s dicks. She saw enormous black cocks being sucked and fucked by white women on every site. There were videos, still photos, stories, GIFs, captioned pics, comics, you name it and it existed. And it wasn’t just the women worshiping black cocks, no it was the white men as well. Except the men were dressed in women’s clothing and were calling themselves Sissies. It was unreal! Tammy felt like she’d slipped down a perverted rabbit hole and was lost in a strange new world.
It was several hours before she finally came up for air and by then she had a very good idea of what this world consisted of and how her husband saw himself fitting into it. There was overwhelming evidence that Bill himself wanted to be a sissy for BBC and he desperately wanted his wife to become a Hotwife for black men. Tammy had found Bill’s second Twitter feed, his Fetlife account, and an email address he used in conjunction with these and many other websites, groups, personal ads, and Patreon sites. Her husband was addicted to interracial cuckold porn.
Tammy decided an hour or so before she expected Bill to be home. She’d keep her findings to herself for now, but she would have a more in-depth conversation with the women from the art class. Tonight, being Saturday was a class night so she put on her best innocent face and started making dinner for her and Bill. She was very excited to learn more from the ladies tonight.
When Bill came home, he was subdued and shameful looking as he apologized for his behavior and for leaving this morning without saying goodbye. Tammy smiled and told him it was fine. She said she wasn’t angry at all, and he didn’t have to worry, she wouldn’t bring up the subject again. Bill looked relieved and after Tammy left for class he sat down at his laptop and began stroking his little dick as he looked through the latest posts to his favorite sites. He loved art class nights because he had plenty of time to play with himself and fantasize about Alpha black men and their massive cocks. He loved the fantasy very much but was simply too jealous to ever allow his wife to have sex with another man. The fantasies were one thing, but the reality scared the hell out of the insecure, overweight, out-of-shape white boy.
Part Three
Tammy had trouble concentrating in class as the wine began to flow and the women all began their usual gossip session. Tonight’s art subject was a boring old fruit basket, so the women talked freely as they painted. Jen, the woman who taught the class, was thrilled when Tammy brought up the subject of Club 88, and before long everyone was drinking and chatting excitedly rather than focusing on their painting.
Jen said, “Oh Tammy I’m so glad you’re showing interest in the club! You’re the only one in this class who isn’t a member of C88. What brought on this sudden interest?”
Tammy was momentarily uncomfortable but she was also still really pissed at Bill so she went ahead with her plan to air out all of her dirty laundry with the girls.
As Tammy took a deep breath and looked around the room, she saw herself as the center of attention as seven pairs of eyes focused on her intensely. Every woman here was a devoted member of Club 88 and Tammy knew from past conversations how much the women loved their evenings at the club with their husbands. She’d learned over several deep discussions how these women had trained their husbands to accept their new lifestyle. Well, tonight Tammy planned to learn how she could bring Bill to heel and take a more dominant role in her marriage.
“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing.” Tammy started. “I, um, well I found some things on Bill’s computer that seem to relate to everything you’ve all said about the club. Oh, this is so humiliating. I can’t believe I’m talking about this.”
“Nonsense!” Jen said. “We are all here for you sweetie. There is nothing to be ashamed of, not here. This is a safe place, you know that. We’ve all shared very intimate details of our own lives and we are here for you now that it’s your turn.”
Mary, the oldest member of the class at 42, said “Yes dear. We are all your friends, and we would never shame you in any way. Just tell us what you found and maybe we can help assuage your fears.”
Tammy looked around again and marveled at these strong, intelligent, beautiful women and realized she had nothing to worry about as she took the first step into her new life.
“Ok, you’re right of course. I trust you all and care about you all so much. It’s great to have such a wonderful support group, especially in light of what I just discovered about my marriage. It seems Bill is, well he’s addicted to porn. And not just any porn, it’s all about interracial cuckolding, black men, and crossdressing. Oh god, I can’t believe I just said all that out loud.”
The women in the group all smiled and laughed a little as they praised Tammy for being so brave. Jen pulled Tammy to her feet and wrapped her in a warm embrace which soon turned into a group hug as all the women stood up and joined in. As they broke apart to retake their seats, they were all laughing and congratulating Tammy on her breakthrough. Tammy had never felt so at ease in her life.
Jen said, “Well now you are officially one of us Tammy. Welcome. We are here to answer any questions and help you out in any way we can. We will of course want to get you a membership in Club 88 as quickly as possible so you can start down the road to true happiness. But let’s start slowly at first and help you understand what the club is all about.”
Tammy smiled and said, “Ok good, I have a lot of questions. For starters, what the hell is wrong with Bill? Is he gay? Does he want to be a woman? Is he looking for a divorce? I don’t understand!”
A very beautiful Asian woman named Deb leaned in close and placed her hand on Tammy’s knee. As she leaned over Tammy had a quick thought about how very large Deb’s breasts were since her cleavage was now on full display. Tammy had never really noticed before how sexy all of these women dressed but now that sex was the main topic of conversation, she was starting to see things differently, and holy cow! Deb had quite a set of knockers on her.
Tammy broke her gaze away from her friend’s decolletage and met her eyes as Deb said, “I can tell you with almost perfect certainty that your husband isn’t gay. And he probably has no desire to become a woman. Oh, and I guarantee he does not want a divorce. He’s just realizing something that all white boys come to realize eventually. Black men are superior in every way and the natural order is for the Alpha Male to have sex with all the women. Your husband is just bowing to his nature. He’s a beta boy who understands that his wife would be happier and more sexually satisfied if she had sex with a far superior, Alpha, Black Man. It’s in every white boy’s DNA.”
The women all began murmuring their agreement making Tammy feel much better about her dilemma. She was surprised to hear the confidence in the women’s tone as they shared their agreement with Deb’s explanation.
Jen said, “Maybe you should tell us what sort of things you found Tammy.”
“Well, ok. Let’s see, there was a folder labeled ‘Art’ that was full of pictures with captions that I assume Bill wrote himself. The pics were in folders based on the theme. For example, there were folders filled with pics of white women being fucked by black men, and the captions all had to do with the women taunting their white husbands. Another set was of white men dressed in women’s lingerie and all the caps focused on humiliating them as sissies who were submissive to black men and white women. Many things like that.” Tammy started.
“There were videos of very well-hung black men having sex with a variety of white women, every hair color, age, and weight was represented by the women but all the black men were muscular and well-hung.” She continued.
Tammy continued, “I found links to websites dedicated to cuckold stories mostly with an interracial theme, but always black men with white couples. Bill has several accounts on personal sites like Fetlife and Doublelist where he posted pics of himself in my underwear! He sees himself as a sissy and fantasizes about me cuckolding him with black men. He’s written stories about it and posted a profile on that theme on Fetlife and Twitter. Do I need to go on or are you girls getting the picture?”
Nods of agreement and words of encouragement followed Tammy’s explanation as the women were commiserate with their friend’s problems. Jen said, “Well Tammy I have to say that rather settles things. You need to join us at Club 88. You’ll fit right in. Well, Bill will anyway. I guess in all our talk about him we never did ask the most basic question. Are you interested in having sex with black men?”
“Wow, that is the real question, isn’t it?” Tammy asked. “I mean I will admit those videos and pictures were pretty amazing. I never dreamed a penis could be that big! And it does seem very important to Bill, but wouldn’t that be cheating? Wouldn’t that ruin our marriage?”
A chorus of ‘No’s’ echoed around the room from all the women in attendance and Mary said, “Not at all dear. We’ve all found it strengthens our marriages. Since my husband and I started going to the club he’s been much more attentive to my needs and desires. He’s a dream to have around the house doing all the mundane chores that I hate to be bothered with, and our sex life has never been better. I get all the big black cock I need, and Sam gets, well he gets to beat off occasionally so I guess that’s good enough for him. I mean he seems happy with the arrangement.” She laughed at that last statement and all the women joined in.
Jen said, “I concur, it has greatly benefited my marriage in so many ways. My hubby is so generous with his tongue now and he gives the best foot massage ever. He follows orders like a doll and never argues with me about anything. It’s so wonderful to have a female-led marriage, and honestly, that’s what happens when you cuckold your husband properly. You dominate him as well as fulfill his need for humiliation. After all only someone who wants to feel degraded would agree to his wife fucking other men right in front of him no matter what they say about it being a mutual thing. These white boys learn to love submitting to us hotwives and our superior lovers. And you will enjoy it too. I know Bill will.”
Tammy asked, “So how does the club work? I mean if I were to join what could I expect?”
Jen said, “Well we can give you the broad strokes but there are certain things you’d have to experience for yourself to truly understand.”
Deb said, “Right Jen, for example, the first time you come to the club you have to be sponsored by a member. Don’t worry about that cause any one of us would sponsor you. When you get there the first time you must agree to a few rules. First, your husband may not interact with or speak to anyone unless they speak to him first. They can of course speak with other white boys in designated areas since no one cares what they have to say anyway.” This got a laugh from everyone, including Tammy. “Second, white boys have to stay in designated areas unless they’re on duty. They all must take turns working the bar, serving drinks, cleaning up, and taking care of the bedrooms upstairs. Things like changing the linen, making sure there are fresh towels, cleaning the bathrooms, you know maid’s work. They are kept very busy.”
Mary said, “Oh yes it’s the responsibility of the white boy husbands to make sure we ladies and our black studs are comfortable and never have to lift a finger for ourselves. It’s wonderful.”
Tammy said, “And your husbands are ok with being treated this way?”
Jen laughed and said, “Oh yes! Absolutely! They learn to crave that treatment. It makes them feel useful like they’re participating in our sex lives in some small way. It makes everyone happy.”
“Now,” Deb continued, “Your first time there, Bill would have to stay in what’s called, ‘The Cuckold’s Pen’. It’s a rather stark and dingy room in the basement where white boys who aren’t on the work schedule have to stay. The only time they can leave that room is if they are working, and at those times they will be collared.”
Tammy choked out, “Collared? Like a collar? Like a dog would wear?”
“Exactly,” said Jen. “You would be the one to collar him. Any time your hubby is working in the club he has to be collared so everyone knows he’s not some stray who wandered in. We all know his wife placed the collar on his neck and put him to work while she enjoys the amenities of the club.”
“Now that’s all fine for a woman who is just enjoying an evening out but when a woman finds a bull she wants to have sex with then her hubby has to be locked up tight,” Deb said.
Tammy inquired, “Locked up? Like in a separate room?”
“No dear,” Jen explained. “As in his little, white, willie has to be locked in a chastity cage. When a white woman is having sex, her husband may not be unlocked. At least in the club. We’ve all found it’s just easier to keep them in chastity all the time. 24/7 locked away for their good. That way we know they aren’t playing with their underdeveloped penises instead of concentrating on making us happy. Oh, you’ll learn that lesson very early on Tammy dear.”
Mary said, “Listen, we could sit here and talk about it all night but if you want to learn what Club 88 is all about you have to come with us and experience it for yourself.”
“You’re right of course, that’s the only way I could truly understand everything you’ve been saying. I guess that takes us back to the question at hand, am I interested in sex with well-hung black men? I have to admit, I am. I am extremely interested. If Bill can fantasize about it then why can’t I? Alright, that settles it, I’m going to the club with you ladies and Bill is going with me!” Tammy proclaimed to the cheers of the other women.
Part Four
Tammy decided that rather than simply ask Bill about going to the club she would instead try testing his limits. She wanted to see how far she could push her husband into his desired submissive role before bringing up a visit to Club 88. The next several days were a fun experiment for the excited wife as she spent any time, she had with her husband ordering him around just to see how much she could get him to do for her.
It started simply enough as Tammy would tell Bill, never ask him, to fetch her drinks or make her something to eat. She had him doing all the housework just by giving an order. Poor Bill didn’t understand the change in his wife, but his innate submissive nature would not allow him to challenge her in any way. Tammy was soon enjoying her newfound power over Bill and constantly wore a secret smile as she put him through his paces.
Bill did the dishes every day after clearing the table and cleaning up after every meal. He did the laundry, the vacuuming, dusted, and even scrubbed the toilets when Tammy told him to. Soon a week turned into two and then in the third week Tammy decided to try something new. She wanted to see if she could have her needs fulfilled in the bedroom without allowing any fun for Bill.
As the couple turned in for the night Tammy was ready for Bill to get a little frisky. She’d withheld her charms from her husband for going on three weeks and his frustration was palpable. She could feel the desire rolling off Bill in waves as he moved toward her in their king-size bed.
For Tammy, the time without sex was equally frustrating but no more so than actual intercourse with Bill. Tammy had learned to live with being unsatisfied by sex with Bill since he wasn’t very big in the penis department, and he never lasted longer than two or three minutes. Heck, sometimes he shot off from foreplay alone leaving Tammy to coddle him with false praising ego strokes like, “It’s ok darling, it happens to everyone” or “Don’t worry honey I love the other stuff we do just as much.”
Well, not this time! Tonight, Tammy would get what she wanted, and Bill could go to sleep frustrated for a change.
As Bill rolled toward her Tammy said, “Oh honey I’m so glad you’re in the mood. I need your talented tongue tonight. You’re so good at making me cum with your mouth, would you please do me first my love?”
Bill got overly excited at the prospect of firing up Tammy’s engine, so he practically dove under the covers. Tammy smiled as she felt Bill’s head move between her thighs. She spread her legs wide after Bill pulled her panties off and began kissing her legs, one then the other, in a constant move up toward her perfectly trimmed pussy. Bill was quite talented when it came to eating out, so Tammy settled in and let him do his thing.
Bill kissed the small patch of hair nestled above his wife’s vagina then slowly began to lick the outer labia in a constant up-and-down motion using just the tip of his tongue. The common mistake most men make when eating pussy is they keep changing direction, rate of speed, and pressure. To get a woman off you need to focus your attention on a specific area and maintain a steady rhythm. When women masturbate, they know how to get themselves off and it rarely involves drawing the alphabet all over their sensitive nether lips.
A true cunnilinguist knows how to pleasure a woman by feeling how her body responds to certain movements and by listening to her breathing and staying with a technique that enlists a quick intake of breath. Yes, the clit is important but it’s not the be-all and end-all of oral pleasure. Find what makes a woman feel those tiny strikes of lightning and focus your energy on those places. After making her moan for as long as you think she can stand it, then go in for the kill and nibble, lick, and suck her clit till she explodes.
That’s where Bill excels, and Tammy knows how to hold out till she is fully satisfied before firing off several sharp orgasms in an almost pyrotechnic display of celebration.
Tonight, however, Tammy had more on her mind than just cumming. She wanted to push Bill’s buttons and dig the blade of his submission in deeper. After all, he’d been cheating on her with his wild fantasy life hadn’t he? It was time for Tammy to put her silly, submissive, hubby in his place and make him understand who was in charge of this marriage once and for all.
Bill was doing his best work under the close confines of the heavy comforter and Tammy was in heaven. Bill clutched at her thighs to give himself purchase as he dug in and licked his tongue along Tammy’s wet, pink, folds of sensitive skin. He tickled her clit on every upstroke of his tongue and used a burst of breath to cool her down with every downstroke.
Tammy dug her heels into her husband's back causing him a pain that he dares not acknowledge. Bill was in the zone and did nothing to irritate his lovely wife for fear of her not reciprocating. As he kissed and licked her labia Bill was cognizant of his wife’s breathing and the noises she made in the back of her throat. He knew she was getting close.
Bill moved up and took Tammy’s swollen clit between his lips and softly sucked on it while flicking it rhythmically with the tip of his tongue. Tammy made a high-pitched squeal as she grabbed a dual handful of Bill’s hair and pushed his mouth hard against her streaming slit.
When she came it was with a feral roar and a quake that made her entire body tremble. Her ample breasts visibly vibrated and the weight of the comforter on her nipples added to the erotic thrill Tammy felt electrifying every inch of skin on her body.
The young wife collapsed on the bed with a contented sigh and used both hands to wipe a thin layer of sweat from her face and up through her hair, the dampness keeping stray hairs from falling back into her eyes. She let out a long shuddering sigh before whispering in an exhausted voice, “Oh my, that was amazing. You are so talented, Billy. You should do that for me every night.”
Bill was already moving from under the covers and Tammy nearly laughed out loud at the satisfied smirk on his face. She knew what he’d be sniffing around for now and couldn’t wait to put her plan into motion.
Bill moved up next to his wife and began softly massaging her right breast with his fingers. Tammy took him by the wrist and moved his hand away saying, “Mmm not tonight honey. I feel so relaxed right now I just couldn’t do it. Besides, I feel too tingly down there and I don’t think I’d even feel you inside of me.”
The poor husband was filled with anger and frustration when he said, “What? But what about me? I did...that for you, now I expect you to return the favor at least.”
Tammy put on a shocked demeanor when she said, “Are you suggesting that I put it in my mouth? You know I don’t do that Billy. It’s gross. And like I said I doubt I’d even feel your little thing in me right now I’m tingling so much with the aftershocks. Why don’t you take care of yourself?”
Bill looked completely stunned as he blurted out, “You mean you want me to do that? Now?”
Tammy smiled and said, “Sure, it’ll be so hot to see you rubbing yourself off. I’d love to watch you do it stud. But not on the bed. Kneel on the floor here beside me so I can watch you.”
Bill said, “Tammy please, at least give me a hand job. After all I just”
Tammy cut him off and in a stern voice, “Billy! I’m tired and I don’t want to argue with you. Now either jerk your little peepee off right now or I’m going to sleep.”
The shamed husband crawled off the bed with a hangdog look on his face and slowly pulled off his pajama bottoms and underwear. Tammy stifled a giggle as she looked at her husband’s small penis poking out from between his legs. She was always fascinated by Bill’s lack of body hair and seeing him like this she couldn’t help but notice how silky smooth his legs were. She felt a wave of disgust as she thought, ‘He can’t even grow hair like a real man’.
Bill’s penis was straining in full hardness as it seemed this humiliation was arousing him like never before. He took hold of his tool and began stroking it feverishly to cum quickly and end his embarrassment.
“Here,” Tammy said, “Hold these up to your face and sniff me while you do it.” She tossed her damp panties at Bill, and he caught them in his left hand while his right continued to stroke his little penis. Tammy was amused to see him huffing the gusset of her panties like an addict but what made her smile was the fact her husband only used his thumb and forefinger to masturbate. His penis was too small for any more fingers to fit around it.
The aroma of Tammy’s panties that she’d worn all day along with the rapid hammering of his penis caused Bill to reach his climax quickly. The poor man wheezed like a fat man on a treadmill and spurted his meager load in two quick bursts of watery discharge.
‘My god he can’t even cum like a man’ Tammy thought to herself as Bill started to climb shakily to his feet. He quickly rubbed his socked right foot across his mess and cleaned up after himself to Tammy’s utter disgust. Bill was about to put her panties in the clothes hamper in the corner, but Tammy stopped him.
“Oh honey, could you be a dear and hand wash those for me? I hate to put them in the wash after you just used them that way. It seems kind of gross.”
Bill lowered his eyes to the floor and mumbled, “Yes dear.” Before he made it to the bathroom Tammy said, “That’s a good boy. I’m glad to see you know your place.”
No please or thank you, just an order to hand wash her delicates. Poor Bill didn’t say a word, he simply walked into the bathroom and closed the door. While Bill was washing his wife’s dirty panties, Tammy fell into a contented sleep with a smile on her face.
Part Five
It was a rough week for Bill as he noticed his beautiful wife was becoming more demanding toward him. She was still his loving wife in every way, but she seemed to be pushing him to be more useful around the house. Her words. Bill never realized just how much Tammy did as far as keeping the house in such immaculate condition, but he was quickly finding out much to his chagrin.
Tammy was spending every night with the girls from class, telling Bill they were working on a special project, and had begun leaving notes for Bill on top of his usual ‘honey do’ list. She would write, ‘Sorry honey, didn’t have time to run the vacuum, handle that today’ or ‘Billy, the laundry is piling up so how about seeing to it’ and ‘I’m not crazy about how you cleaned the bathrooms, do them again’, all of which made Bill feel depressed and slightly put upon. He was working full time and then coming home to housework that had never been his responsibility before and it was starting to irritate him to no end.
By Friday Bill was exhausted and thrilled the weekend had finally arrived. He had every intention of speaking with Tammy about her extra-curricular activities and how her absence every evening was wearing him down both physically and emotionally. He was not only overworked but was feeling very lonely.
As the beleaguered husband entered the house, he was dismayed to find no dinner cooking in the kitchen and no sign of Tammy at all. He did however find another note that read, ‘Billy, I laid out some clothes for you, we are going out tonight. I’m getting my hair done and will be home around 7 so be ready, we’ll be leaving as soon as I shower and change clothes.
Bill was angry and extremely put off by his wife’s disregard for his input in this evening’s activities. He simply wanted to eat dinner and then relax with a drink or two in front of the tv, but now he found his plan was being ruined by an unwanted night out. He checked the time and realized he had about an hour till Tammy returned so he ate a quick sandwich and then headed upstairs to shower and get dressed for the evening.
The clothes Tammy had laid out for Bill were rather plain and consisted of a simple pair of khakis and a blue polo. ‘Good’ he thought, ‘We aren’t going anywhere fancy’.
After his shower Bill dressed and went downstairs to have a scotch in front of the shopping network as he waited for Tammy. She rode him constantly about his television choices, but Bill had never been a ‘sports guy’. He preferred cooking shows, home shopping, and romantic comedies, something he never admitted to anyone outside of the house.
Tammy arrived shortly after 7 and ran upstairs with barely an acknowledgment of Bill’s presence. Forty-five minutes later she appeared in the living room looking stunning. She was dressed in a tight-fitting red dress that ended well above her knees and showed off an overabundance of cleavage. A pair of thigh-high black stockings showed off the straps of a garter belt any time Tammy bent even slightly over. She wore what she called her ‘fuck me pumps’ making her look even taller, a fact that always annoyed her much shorter hubby. Tammy’s hair looked amazing, its light blonde color shining with newly laid-in highlights. As usual, her makeup was immaculate albeit a bit on the slutty side for Bill’s tastes. Her lipstick was a bright red shade Bill had never seen before and he began to wonder why the drastic change. Instead of asking about the makeup though, Bill had other concerns.
“Tams, why are you dressed so fancy and I’m wearing these boring old duds?” Bill asked.
“Oh, didn’t I mention? We’re going to Club 88 tonight and no one cares what the white boys wear.” She giggled at that which annoyed Bill.
He said, “I never agreed to go to that place! I told you no, do you remember that? Why are you ignoring my wishes?”
Tammy stepped in close to Bill and looked him in the eye as she said, “I don’t want to hear a word about it. I expect you to be on your very best behavior tonight darling. I won’t have you embarrassing me in front of the girls. I was on your computer the other day and found some very interesting files, so I think it’s in your best interest to go along with whatever happens tonight. Do we have an understanding?”
Bill began stuttering out an explanation, but Tammy stopped him with, “Not a word. Not tonight. We’ll talk about it all tomorrow. Tonight, just do whatever I tell you to do, understand honey?”
Bill gulped audibly, lowered his eyes to the floor, and said in a hushed tone, “Yes dear, I understand.”
With that, the couple was out the door and on their way to a night full of adventure.
Part Six
As the married couple pulled up to the address Jen had given Tammy, they were both impressed with the beauty of the mansion they found themselves visiting. This was a gorgeous house with a perfectly manicured lawn. Several expensive cars sat in the round driveway and Bill immediately felt self-conscious of his modest sedan. Tammy practically jumped out of the car and moved quickly to the front door forcing Bill to jog to keep pace.
The doorbell had a deep rich tone reminiscent of what the young couple had heard in movies portraying rich families and they knew they were out of their depth in this fancy neighborhood. Nonetheless, Tammy was giddy with excitement at the prospect of discovering the hidden wonders within.
As the door opened a small-statured white man stood before them and quickly lowered his head in deference to Tammy saying, “Welcome ma’am, are you expected?” Tammy giggled at the sight of the diminutive white boy dressed in a ridiculous pair of short pants, a white button-down shirt, a black vest with a bow tie, and a small beanie on top of his head. He looked like an English schoolboy but was obviously in his 50s. His silly costume was laughable and made Bill uncomfortable right away.
Tammy smiled and said, “I am. I’m Tammy Dodge and this is my...guest. Jen Deaver is sponsoring me this evening?”
The servile man said, “Yes Ma’am, Mrs. Deaver is expecting you in the study. Your guest may accompany you that far but after your initial meeting with Mrs. Deaver he’ll have to be escorted downstairs.”
Tammy giggled out loud and said, “Of course. Now lead the way.”
Bill was worried about how easy it was for Tammy to order the man around, but his main concern was this business of having to go downstairs without his wife.
“Are you sure about this Tams? Why do we have to be separated again?”
“I already explained this to you Billy, now don’t embarrass me! All the white boys who aren’t working have to congregate in the basement. Now don’t speak again until spoken to, I don’t want you messing this up for me.”
Bill started to protest but the dangerous look in his wife’s eyes kept him silent.
When the young couple entered the study Tammy was thrilled to see not just Jen but Mary and Deb as well. The women all greeted Tammy with a hug and completely ignored Bill. When the ladies were all seated Bill noticed there wasn’t another chair and stood near Tammy looking very uncomfortable.
A small-statured and waif thin white man entered the room with a tray laden with glasses of champagne which he distributed to the women then exited without a word being said. He was ignored as if he were not worth even a nod from the giggling white wives. Bill became nervous at the ease with which his wife was falling into the habit of treating these men like servants. Despite his dread though, the white boy stood and listened to the women trying to glean some insight into what was in store for him on this dreadful evening.
Jen said, “So Tammy, have you been wondering about the club’s name at all?”
Tammy smiled and said, “Well judging from the motif in this room I’d say it has something to do with pianos.” The women all giggled as they looked around at the beautiful yet stark decor. The room was decorated in black and white with a grand piano sitting as the centerpiece of the room. Pictures of strong, muscular black men playing to large crowds hung from the walls and knick-knacks of piano themes sat on every shelf.
Jen said to Tammy, “That’s right. See there are 88 keys on a piano with the black keys sitting above the white. There are fewer black keys than white which applies to the club in that a few black men can take care of dozens of white women. It’s a display of power. Also, look at how beautiful the black piano is in the center of the room. It draws your eye the way a superior black man does.”
Bill winced at that description but kept his mouth closed as he listened for more information and was dismayed to hear his wife say, “Oh that makes sense. From all you’ve told me black men seem able to not only satisfy women but to also control men.”
Deb spoke up saying, “Absolutely! You can see for yourself the way the white boys scurry around here working their sissy tails off right? Well, it’s not just their naturally submissive tendencies at work, no it’s their fear of and respect for superior, Alpha men. Our black studs simply exude an air of dominance that white boys bow to instinctively.”
Bill said, “Wait a minute, I think…” He got no further as all four women glared at him as if he were nothing more than a squashed bug on the floor. Tammy took a step toward him and growled, “Not one more fucking word Billy or I will make your life miserable. Don’t you dare fuck this up for me?”
Bill looked as though he’d been struck physically by her words, and he silently lowered his eyes to the ground under the satisfied smirks of the collected women.
Jen laughed and said, “Very good Tammy, I see you know how to put him in his place. I guess all that naughty, sissy boy porn you found was right on the money as far as his natural submission.”
Bill looked aghast at his wife but did not say a word no matter how upset he was that she’d told these women about his porn habit. He had tears forming in his eyes as he started to realize just how far down the rabbit hole he’d fallen.
The women ignored Bill as they chatted merrily about how excited they all were to have Tammy join them. They looked so comfortable together, like sisters enjoying a cocktail at a ****** reunion. Bill became uncomfortable standing there, both physically and emotionally as his back became sore and his heart became heavy. He listened to the woman extol the virtues of Big Black Cock to his loving wife and watched her eyes widen and cheeks blush in anticipation.
Bill started to feel something every white boy in the club had felt at one time or another, Cuckold Angst. Poor Bill was beginning to feel he was making a mistake by indulging his fantasy like this. Sure, the idea of his wife cheating and treating him like a sissy cuckold was fun to jerk off to, but this was getting way too real. Bill had the decision to make, and he knew his time was running out. He needed to say something.
Bill was just about to interrupt the ladies with a question for his wife when Jen suddenly stood up and said, “Well ladies I think Tammy gets the idea. What say we move this party into the main club? You boy,” she said to the tiny man standing with the tray in his hand. “Show this other useless white boy to the basement and get him into some proper clothes. Then put him to work.”
The little man said, “Yes Ma’am, right away.” And motioned Bill to follow him.
Bill tried to speak up and get Tammy’s attention, but his wife completely ignored him as she was escorted out of the room by the group of women, all of them laughing at the way Jen ordered the other man around. Tammy glanced over her shoulder at Bill as she left the room and the look on her face was one of amusement that told Bill he’d better not interrupt her fun just yet.
The other white boy said, “Come with me and I’ll show you the ropes. I know it’s your first time but trust me you don’t want to cause any trouble. I can see by the look in your eyes that you’re having doubts but now is not the time. C’mon, let’s get you situated.”
Bill stared at the door Tammy had walked out of for a few seconds then turned to the other guy and nodded his head in acceptance. He followed the scantily clad white boy down a flight of stairs and into a new phase of his life.
Part Seven
The quivering husband descended the stairs with the strange sissy he was commanded to follow. Bill remained quiet as they made their way to the basement but upon arrival, he decided it was time for a few questions.
“So um, what can I expect on my first night here?” He asked the other white male.
“Well, I’m sure the ladies glossed over the pertinent details because we don’t matter around here so they don’t pay attention to what we do. It’s not their fault, of course, they have other things on their minds when they come to the club.” The guy said with a knowing smile.
Bill asked, “What do you mean? I was told I would just need to wait down here while my wife enjoyed herself in the club. I thought my part in all this was either to be like a waiter or something or else just hang out down here?”
The other white boy shook his head and said, “Oh boy. Um, no. That’s not all there is to it. Right now the ladies are helping your wife discover what real sex is like. They are helping her find true satisfaction. Let’s face it buddy, you and I may be the loves of their lives, but we are not their kings in the bedroom.”
Bill said, “Wait a minute, Tammy and I have a wonderful sex life. We enjoy each other quite a lot. This is just a phase, with some new kink to try out. Like the time we brought handcuffs along on our cruise.”
The other cuckold smiled forlornly and said, “No my friend, that’s not at all what this is. Do you honestly believe a house like this is set up for some fly-by-night kink? This isn’t a fetish, it’s a way of life. The men our wives meet here are superior to us in every way. They are kings of industry, business owners, wealthy sports stars, and music titans. They are well-built, muscular, and in supreme condition. And like all black men, they are not to be trifled with in any way. Your wife is learning just how inferior you are to these men and it will change your life forever.”
“Ok, I can see you’ve ***** the cool aid, but my Tammy isn’t falling for any of this, and neither am I. I think I’ll be going now. I’m just going to collect my wife and head out. Thanks for the quick lesson.” Bill said with a smirk.
As Bill started back up the stairs, his companion said, “That door is locked. You can’t leave that way. Just come downstairs and let me explain further, then if you still feel this way I’ll show you the way out of the basement. Ok? Do it for your wife.”
Bill hesitated briefly but turned and followed his new friend down the stairs to the basement of the large mansion where they entered a small room with two doors on the opposite wall. In the center of the room was a small desk with a laptop open and running. The sissy gestured for Bill to sit at the desk and the worried husband sat down in front of the laptop. Instantly the screen came to life and Bill could see a live stream coming from one of the rooms upstairs. In it was the group of women Bill had just left, including his beautiful Tammy. The women were all laughing and enjoying themselves.
Bill heard Jen say, “Ok Tams, we are thrilled to see you come this far. Now we need you to trust us a bit further.” With that, a door opened, and a large black man entered. He was wearing an expensive suit and carried himself with confidence that made Bill extremely nervous. The man held a bottle of wine and two glasses and smiled at Tammy with a face so handsome that Bill felt his blood go cold. This man was a god. He was built like a linebacker but had a face like a model. He could easily be the leading man in any movie and Bill felt his confidence wane.
The other women excused themselves from the room leaving Tammy alone with the stranger who introduced himself as Thomas Kent. He sat beside Tammy on a leather loveseat and placed the wine and glasses on a glass table in front of them. He said, “I’ve given the wine time to breathe, may I pour you a glass, Tammy?”
Bill’s wife swooned at the man’s mannerisms and said, “Oh yes, please. Thank you, Thomas.”
As Bill watched he noticed a hand enter his peripheral and saw the sissy he’d come in with set down a glass of water by his side. Bill’s mouth was quite dry so he gulped down the water and found another glass full replacing it almost immediately. Bill drank from the second glass as he watched his wife with the black stranger on the screen.
Thomas had finished pouring two glasses of wine and was handing one to Tammy when he placed his other hand on the young wife’s knee. Tammy smiled down at the offending appendage but did nothing to remove it from her person. Bill chugged his second glass of water and was not surprised to see it refilled quickly by the ever-present sissy behind him.
On the screen Bill watched his wife laugh along with the charming black man who was quickly winning her over with humorous tales of his love for extreme sports. Bill himself was a couch potato who never really liked playing any kind of sports due to his smaller stature and clumsy nature. Tammy on the other hand loved to go white water rafting, snorkeling, hiking, and camping. She usually only did those things with her sister or group of friends because of Bill’s lack of interest.
Bill knew he should be feeling extremely jealous and even angry as he watched his wife flirt, but for some reason, he was completely relaxed and even becoming slightly aroused over her interaction with the black man. The white husband squirmed in his chair as he watched his lovely wife practically throw herself at the handsome black stranger and all he felt was a sense of calm over the situation.
Bill tuned out the conversation between his wife and her new friend and focused instead on their body language. He knew all of Tammy’s signs from the way she tossed her hair out of her eyes to the little smile she added to a cocked eyebrow and light giggle. She was throwing out all of her best moves toward Thomas and he was enjoying every minute of it. The large black man had moved his hand and was now stroking Tammy’s thigh, each time moving it closer and closer to the sacred spot where her thighs met.
Of course, he kissed her. What else was to be expected? Bill wasn’t even shocked when Thomas leaned in and kissed Tammy on the lips. He watched as his wife parted her lips, opening her mouth to accept the tip of the black man’s tongue. She moaned as their tongues met and soon the video feed was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of passionate kissing.
Bill felt his undersized penis begin to twitch as he watched the black man claim his sweet Tammy. Things moved quickly from that point. Thomas used his left hand to caress Tammy’s breasts, tweaking her nipples, and squeezing the massive mounds of flesh as his right hand moved between her thighs to rub up and down on her quivering mound.
Tammy parted her legs allowing Thomas access to her pussy and the black man wasted no time in sliding his hand under her dress and into her panties. A new sound filled Bill’s ears as he heard the squishing of Thomas’ fingers moving in and out of his wife’s soaking wet pussy. Her moans of pleasure were hollowed by their conjoined mouths and twirling tongues.
They both panted in sexual heat as they made out like teenagers on prom night with Tammy’s husband watching and wiggling in his chair. Bill was trying desperately to not touch his straining penis as he watched his wife’s debauchery but he failed miserably. The white husband reached into his pants and gripped his swollen penis between his thumb and forefinger and gave it two quick strokes before squirting his meager load into his underwear. He fell forward in his chair in abject humiliation. His mind was swirling in turmoil.
Bill had just cum watching his wife make out and be fingered by a black stranger. He’d shot his tiny load quickly and was left sitting in his mess as it cooled. His breathing was ragged as he came down from his ordeal and remembered he wasn’t alone in the room. Just as he was about to turn and address the other cuck in the room, the video feed cut out.
Bill exclaimed loudly, “What happened?”
The other white boy said, “Show’s over I’m afraid. It ended when you blew. And how did you ever blow quickly. It’s no wonder your wife wanted to come here. Oh well, you have a choice now. You can take the door on the left and go wait in your car for your wife. Or you can choose the other door and find out what’s next for you and her as members of the club. The choice is yours, but I think you can tell from what you’ve seen so far how your wife wants things to go.”
Tammy’s hubby knew what he had to do if he wanted to keep his marriage intact. So, the white boy stood up in his soiled pants and walked slowly to the door on the right. His new friend said, “Good choice. Now let’s find you some proper clothes,” as the two cuckold white boys exited the room into the next phase in Bill’s cuckolding.
