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 sleep 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 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 scraping 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 my 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. 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? 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 forceful, so confident. He knew how to satisfy me without being clumsy or nervous. His hands felt so 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 that 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, and 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 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 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 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.
