The Wash! (Illustrated story on the download)

The Wash!

By Tina Majors

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The Wash!

By Tina Majors

Chapter One

“Sebastian, keep up!” Becky said, turning round towards me as she pounded the sidewalk, her athletic legs powering her onwards. “Get that booty in gear!”

Well, I’d like to say this was a first time, but it really wasn’t. Another Saturday morning run and yet again I was falling behind Becky, my wife, as she continued to get fitter, faster, stronger. There was something about her levels of determination and grit to make those gains that I just couldn’t live up to.

It wasn’t like I was unfit or anything, I was just kind of...average. Well, maybe a little bit less than average, certainly when compared to the kinds of guys I would see on Instagram or in the gym. Put it this way, at 5’5 and 145lbs I wasn’t likely to be in the running for any local bodybuilding contests any time soon.

Becky on the other hand...

She may have been literally the same height as me, but that’s where the similarities ended. She was one of those women who despite being pretty full-on with her curves still

had a natural athletic ability that saw her able to take on pretty much any sporting challenge put to her.

Running? Check.
Lifting weights? A winner.
Swimming? Like a fish in water.
Oh, and even stripping too if you count that as a kind of

physical workout. Don’t get me wrong, she had only been a stripper for a little minute back in the day, but with the kind of body she had, it wasn’t difficult to imagine that she would have been extremely popular.

Her tight 24inch waist perfectly emphasized her sculpted, squatting-enhanced bubble butt, and her legs were lean, yet strong too. With her soft, plump lips and sparkling, captivating blue eyes framed by her long brown hair with perfectly on-point blonde highlights, she pretty much had it all.

Oh, I’m forgetting something.

Well, two things actually...

Her all-natural 32G breasts.

They were the kind of breasts that it was almost impossible not to stare at. And I knew from being her husband that plenty of men did stare... even when I was there, walking right next to her.

Becky would sometimes be kind of embarrassed by it, and so would I. I mean, it wasn’t as if I was the typical alpha guy

who was going to say anything to a tall, tough dude who was checking her out.

Far from it.

I just kept quiet and tried to take it as a compliment.

I mean, seriously, Becky’s breasts were the kind of titties that even the most hardcore sports bra struggled to keep under control. So, you can only imagine that when we went out running, it was a case of me keeping my head down and trying not to see all the guys checking her out as she ran past.

On that Saturday morning run, it was almost like Becky had dressed specifically for the purpose of getting men to look at her. A bright pink crop-top sports bra that showed her toned, tanned stomach to its fullest, and then a matching pink pair of skin-tight gym shorts that barely covered her booty cheeks.

“I said, get that big booty into gear!” she called back again, a little impatiently.

Becky knew that I had a thing about my disproportionate booty size. For a pretty slim, slender guy I actually had kind of a chunky ass. It was round, soft, and kind of wide too. Becky would often playfully tease me about it and call me her big-booty hubbie, and while it embarrassed me, on some level I kind of enjoyed the teasing.

But, out in public? Not so much.

I tried hauling ass and getting my stride opening up to keep up with Becky, but it was almost impossible for me to not

lose focus as I ran, such was her absolute feminine perfection as she powered on ahead of me.

I was a lucky guy to be her husband, that was for sure.

The only thing was, that Saturday morning run was the beginning of my luck running out... and in a way that I could never, ever have predicted either.

Chapter Two

I finally managed to catch up to Becky and, despite suspecting that she may have slowed down her pace just a touch, was happy to be running alongside her as we made our way down Palm Drive towards the intersection that led to Cliff Heights, the less desirable neighbourhood that had recently gone under a bit of a transformation after some real estate investments and large-scale overhauls.

“What do you think? Head into Cliff Heights, grab a juice?” Becky said, jogging on the spot at the lights, her large titties bouncing, making her bra work overtime and then some more on top of that too. “There’s a new car dealership there, we could check it out, see if they have any of those new electric BMWs you like?”

That actually sounded like a nice idea. I had recently been promoted at work and the thought of actually being able to buy a new, decent car was certainly appealing. It would be one of those rare occasions too where I could kind of be a little bit more alpha.

Hey, don’t judge me... with a dick like mine, it’s not often I can have a moment like that.

“Yeah, sure, let’s go,” I said, feeling actually pretty damn pumped up about the whole thing. “I might even let you sit up front with me on the test-drive.”

Becky raised her eyebrow, rolled her eyes in a comically exaggerated way, and laughed.

“Okay, sure, whatever you say big man,” she said, laughing. “Come on, race you there.”

Then, in a moment that kind of confused me, Beck suddenly seemed to do a complete U-turn on the whole Cliff Heights idea. There was a look on her face of part shock, part confusion, and part horror.

“Everything okay?” I said, kind of taken aback. “I really was joking about you riding shotgun.”

“No, it’s cool, let’s take a rain check on the juice,” Becky said, her voice almost sounding like it was trembling a little. “Let’s go home. Come on, one last hill-sprint. Let’s go.”

“Um?” I said, still kind of confused, but noticing a tall black guy standing over on the other side of the intersection. “Okay, but are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I said, let’s sprint,” Becky said, her tone now quite firm but still with a hint of panic to it.

With that, Becky immediately launched into a full-on sprint up the hill towards out house in the corner. I didn’t know what the hell to make of it, but as I glanced back towards the

black guy, I could see him looking, watching as Becky thundered up the hill, her shorts riding high up into her ass.

The black guy smiled, licking his lips.

I felt myself blush and turned around and ran as quickly as I could up the hill in pursuit of Becky. I had no idea of what the hell had just happened, but was determined to find out.

My electric BMW test-drive would have to wait, as would my super-green, ultra-healthy juice. Right now, my only thought was getting away from the leering guy across the street and finding some comfort back at home.

Of course, some things are easier said than done...

Chapter Three

When I managed to catch up with Becky, my first instinct was to find out what the hell had just happened. There was, of course, the small matter first of trying to get my breath back.

The hill leading up to our house was brutal with a capital B, and right in that second I could easily have simply collapsed on our front lawn and taken in some rays as I recuperated.

But, I had a mystery to solve...

“What was that back there?” I said in between deep gulps for air, my running t-shirt now soaked through with sweat, my soft, puffy nipple area visible. “One second we’re grabbing a smoothie and test-driving a new car, the next you want to get the hell out of Dodge?”

“It’s nothing, Seb,” she replied, still getting her breath back herself, her exposed stomach wet with sweat too. “Seriously, forget about it. A girl can change her mind, you know?”

Well, that seemed to make sense... right?

Either way, smoothie or not, this had definitely been a good workout. As I looked at our car on the driveway though, I really had wished we’d gone to check out the BMW dealership.

Our car was fine, a pretty basic model that ran efficiently but would never be accused of turning heads when pulling up somewhere.

Then, just as we were about to head back into the house and grab a much-needed shower, a very different kind of car pulled up next to the house.

A Range Rover, new looking, with blacked out windows and the kind of rims that wouldn’t look out of place in a hip-hop video. I mean, it was seriously impressive.

But what the hell was it doing pulling up right next to our house?

“Let’s get inside,” Becky said, her voice again reverting back to that nervous tone that had been so apparent just a few minutes earlier. “Come on, let’s go. Inside. Like, now Sebastian.”

But before we could move, the car stopped, and then the door opened. Out stepped a tall, scarily imposing figure. He must have been at least 6’6, his slim frame looking lean and muscular with not an inch of body fat on there either. His skin was dark, pure, and his tight cornrows, not to mention array of finely crafted tattoos that covered his exposed arms and neck, served only to highlight just how intimidating he looked in comparison to us, a married white couple, both 5’5 and now feeling increasingly nervous on the front lawn of our own suburban home.

The gold grill on his teeth as he smiled actually made me take a step towards Becky, almost like I was looking to her for protection or something.

“So, how you going to play me like that, Becky?” the man said, licking his lips and walking towards us with a kind of very calm, deliberate swagger that he seemed to pull off totally effortlessly in a way that someone like me could only dream of.

But wait... how the hell did he know Becky’s name?

As he stepped closer again, I felt myself almost disappearing into his shadow. Up close, he was clearly an incredibly strong, lean physical specimen who knew exactly the effect he had on regular Average Joes like me.

It was like I wasn’t there.

“I said, what’s up?” he said again, towering over Becky.

“Oh, hey, Ty, I didn’t see you back there?” Becky said, her words totally unconvincing. Even I could tell she was lying. “How are you?”

“Nah, don’t give me that bullshit,” Ty replied. “You saw me. And I definitely saw you. I’d recognise those titties anywhere.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

My heart was racing, and when I looked over to Becky, I could see her face flush bright red with embarrassment.

“I, um, I think maybe, um,” Becky said, struggling to say anything, clearly intimidated and totally caught off guard.

As she struggled to speak, my eyes were drawn to looking over Ty again. Aside from the fact he was over a foot taller than me, there was also the unmissable bulge in his loose basketball short.

I mean, this was a serious dick-print that if you saw it online would assume was photoshopped or something.

Don’t stare, I said to myself in my head, fearing the worst if this uninvited guest to our front lawn saw me looking.Whatever you do, don’t stare.

“Right, here’s how this is going to go,” Ty said. “Becky, you definitely did see me, so quit trying to mumble your way out of it. But, I’m a forgiving guy. Kind of. As a sign of respect, how about I leave my car here and you can get your man here to wash it for me? Sound good?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Worse than that, I couldn’t believe it when I saw Becky nodding her head, casting me over a glance that told me all I needed to know... I was going to be cleaning this thug’s car whether I wanted to or not.

Chapter Four

It took a couple of minutes for me to be able to speak after Ty had turned and left our house, his big, shiny car parked up ready to be washed.

I was in total shock.
By the looks of it, Becky wasn’t much better either.
But I had to get to the bottom of this.
“Becky, talk to me,” I said. “I need to know who the hell

that guy was?”
She paused, her arms wrapped around her breasts like she

was shielding them. Then, she started to talk...
“You know when we met... I had just come out of

stripping, right?” she said. “It’s not me anymore. You know that. But... Ty was just one of those guys I knew from back in the day. He worked the doors of a few clubs, pretty much had a reputation as one of the toughest, most dominant men on the scene. I mean, I saw him pick up two middle aged white guys at once and toss them right out of the club and onto the street.”

I was listening in total silence, my mind racing, wondering exactly to what extent Becky’s relationship with Ty had been business only...

“I just have to say, because you know I can’t lie to you,” Becky said, blushing. “We maybe fooled around once. But it was just the one time. We didn’t have sex, don’t worry. I mean, we tried, but...”

“But?” I said, trying to not sound angry, but equally beginning to feel pretty pissed off at this revelation. “But what? You came to your senses?”

“Well, it was just...” she continued, “Ty was just... too big for me.”

Her words made me feel two feet tall.

I’d rather she had just told me they had had sex once. Or even more than once. But the fact that she had clearly wanted to fuck him, but hadn’t because he was too big... it made me feel even more inadequate than normal.

“Babe, don’t be upset,” Becky said, coming over to me and putting her hand around my shoulder. “I met you soon after and here we are, married and happy, right? Right?”

I nodded, totally emasculated but at least feeling a little safer now that I knew the truth about Ty. It wasn’t like they had ever been in a relationship, nothing serious, only one time fooling around. I could deal with that.

“I don’t mean to sound harsh, Seb,” she said, taking her hand off my shoulder, “Ty will be back soon, you’d better get his car cleaned. I’ll go inside and get a bucket, sponge, and some

hot, soapy water. Trust me, you don’t want to get on his bad side.”

“Okay, fine,” I said. “But tell me... when you said fool around, what did you mean. You meant, like, oral?”

Becky blushed, nodded, and quickly ran back inside.

With the image of Ty’s massive bulge still fresh in my mind, I had to try everything I possibly could to not imagine Becky, my wife, my lover, sucking on his snake-like dick.

As much as I didn’t want to wash the car, I knew I had to do it. The sooner he was out of our lives though, the better.

Chapter Five

“He’s back, hurry up,” Becky said, a look of panic on her face as she saw Ty approach, talking on his phone, his large black sunglasses contrasting to the bright flashes from his grill. “Hey, all done, Ty. I, um, thank you.”

Ty stopped in front of the car, eyed it up, and began to walk around it.

I was covered in soap suds, sweating again from really working hard to get it finished off before he returned. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as he leant in and ran his finger along the edge of the driver’s side grill.

“Decent effort little-man,” he said, smiling at me but in a condescending way that made it perfectly clear exactly how he saw the pecking order between us. “Becky, fetch me a soda, with ice. Let me see that ass move one more time.”

I was shocked with how Becky simply obeyed him, despite clearly not wanting him around. I mean, she could have said no, told him to get lost. But there was just something about his vibe that made saying no to him incredibly difficult.

As Becky went inside to fetch a drink, I felt incredibly awkward. Here I was, soaked through, looking exactly like the wimpy beta guy I was... next to an absolute God.

One who knew he held the power in the situation, and wasn’t scared of showing it either.

“I would have assumed for a little guy like you to have someone like Becky you must be rich,” Ty said. “But looking at this raggedy-ass car, that can’t be right either.”

“We’re thinking of upgrading,” I said, weakly. “Probably something electric, definitely something European.”

Ty just laughed.

He wasn’t buying my attempt to stamp my authority at all. In fact, he could clearly see right through my attempts to seem even vaguely commanding.

At that point Becky came back with a tall glass of Sprite and handed it over to Ty before stepping back and standing next to me.

“So it’s not money, and it’s definitely not his dick,” Ty said, gulping down the drink. “Becky, I think I’m going to need to come back again to find out exactly how this man is holding down a girl like you. Let’s make this car cleaning thing something more regular.”

“Wait, we didn’t agree to that!” Becky exclaimed, her breasts jiggling as she spoke, much to Ty’s amusement. “We said one time.”

“We said? Nah, don’t get it twisted,” Ty replied. “From now on, it’s what I say that goes. So, next Saturday. Car wash from your little sissy-ass man. And for trying to talk back, I want him doing it in just shorts. Don’t make me even think about getting angry right now.”

We both nodded, totally compliant to Ty.

Whatever was happening here was totally new, and it was very frightening too. Washing my own car was a pain in the ass, but now having to do another man’s car?

There was something different going on here, and my only hope was that it wasn’t going to get any stranger.

Chapter Six

Well, the week leading up to Ty’s next visit was interesting.

I was finding it hard to stop thinking about what had happened, and even more than that... Becky’s previous interactions with Ty.

No matter how much she denied it, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that the feelings she must have had when kissing him, seeing his dick for the first time, tasting it, trying to take it inside her... well, it must have been the complete opposite with me.

Not in a good way either.

“Sebastian, no, honestly,” Becky said, stepping out of the shower on the Saturday morning, her body dripping with water and looking absolutely sensational. “Ty was just someone who was around the stripping scene. You know I’m not about that life anymore. We’re settled. We’re comfortable. We’re secure. Right?”

“Yeah, I know all that,” I replied. “But... you can’t honestly say there’s no difference between me and him? I mean, even I noticed the size of the thing in his shorts. And when you

compare that to me, well... it’s... not exactly like you even can compare us?”

Becky didn’t answer.
In fact, it looked like her mind was suddenly elsewhere. I even felt embarrassed about dropping my towel and

walking into the shower. I was probably about four inches... when hard. From what I could tell through his shorts, Ty would have been double that, and then something extra on top of that too.

What chance did I have?

“Come on, forget about it,” Becky said, trying to move on from the awkwardness. “Just wash his car a few times and he’ll get bored. It’s what he’s like, don’t worry. He just likes to assert his authority over people, that’s how they do it over on that side of town. Different rules.”

As Becky spoke, I couldn’t help but notice something. Her nipples were hardening, and I mean really getting fully erect, the kind of stiffness that happened when I sucked on them.

It could have been the breeze coming in from the bathroom window. It could have been cooling off after coming out of the hot shower.

Or, it could have been something else...

As I showered, I did my best to keep my mind off Ty, off Becky, and simply focused on getting through this damned car wash that I was going to have to do in the next hour or so.

But, when Becky burst back into the bathroom with a look of total panic on her face, desperately pulling her panties up over her freshly shaven pussy, I knew that something was up.

“Here’s here! Here’s early!” Becky said, desperately brushing her wet hair back as the sound of someone impatiently knocking on the front door got louder and louder. “Get out of the shower, get in some shorts and get the hell out! Seriously.”

Becky didn’t even wait for a response and simply picked up a pair of yellow shorts from the radiator and tossed them over to me as I stood outside the shower cubicle drying myself as best I could.

Before I could even respond, she was putting on the nearest bikini top she could get her hands on and rushing over to the door.

I knew I had to follow suit, so not even really focussing on the shorts, and totally forgetting to put anything on underneath them, I pulled them up and practically ran to the door and then outside.

It was time to wash Ty’s car.

But as was about to become clear, Ty had far more in mind than a simple hose down and polish.

Chapter Seven

“Damn, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Ty said, looking me up and down as I stood on my driveway in nothing but the bright yellow shorts Becky had thrown me. “Give me a twirl. Oh, hells yeah, you could work the clubs with a booty like that.”

Then it hit me.

I was actually wearing a pair of Becky’s short-shorts. They were riding up my plump, rounded ass-cheeks. I must have looked ridiculous, and judging from the look of horror on Becky’s face, I was really living up to Ty’s apparent low opinion of me.

“I said, give me a twirl, don’t make me spank that ass already,” Ty said, showing absolutely no let-up in testing the boundaries, pushing me and Becky as far as he could. “That’s it, give me a little shake.”

I couldn’t believe I was following his orders, but with the cheeks on my face burning with humiliation and the cheeks of my ass jiggling, I did exactly as he said.

“Right, get that thick white ass to work,” Ty said, taking a seat on our porch and beckoning Becky over. “You, sit on my lap, let’s watch your man do something useful for once.”

Becky looked at me, almost like she was pleading for me to say something. But one look from me over to Ty told me all I needed to know. There wasn’t a choice here, we had to follow his words. It was his way or the highway, and I didn’t even want to know what the consequences of disobeying or pissing him off might be.

“It’s okay, sure, you sit with Ty,” I said, trying to fight back my emotions as I watched her walk over to him in nothing but some snug fitting yoga pants and a very revealing bikini top.

“Good boy,” Ty said, his large hands resting on Becky’s waist, the gasp as she sat down on his lap not going unnoticed by anyone. “That’s it, you sit there on a king’s lap and watch the peasant work.”

As I scrubbed and washed the car, I tried my best to not make eye contact with either Becky or Ty, but I could hear her gradually loosening up, even laughing a little at times. It sounded like nervous laughter at first, but after a while it was like they were just having a normal conversation, almost like they were on a date or something.

“You done yet?” Ty suddenly bellowed out of nowhere, lifting Becky off his lap like she was as light as a feather and walking down towards me. “I got places to go, people to see. I don’t like lazy ass workers either. Move, let me inspect.”

I felt his hand on the waistband of my shorts and before I knew it, I was rolling onto my back as he simply pulled me away so that he could inspect his Range Rover.

Becky came to stand next to me.

“You, stay on the floor,” Ty said, looking back to us before continuing to check out the cleaning job. “It’s decent. But it ain’t perfect. Lucky for you I’m feeling chill today. But next week... well I won’t be settling for anything less than perfection.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, shocking myself with my words, my obedience.

I looked up at Becky and could see the look on her face. She glanced at me briefly, dismissively, before turning her focus to Ty again and almost marvelling at his physique as he opened the door to the car, his shoulder muscles looking as lean as ever, perfectly strong and flexible. His pecs under his vest-top were small, perfectly formed, and rock hard.

“Oh, and next time, I want you in a full bikini, sissy,” he said, shutting the door behind him, not even waiting for an answer.

I looked up at Becks as he backed the car out of the drive, but all I could do was watch as she simply turned away from me and ran back into the house, the sound of the bedroom door shutting firmly behind her before I had even pulled myself to my feet.

What was going on?

Suddenly, it felt like there were three people in this relationship, and I was very much at the bottom of the ladder.

Chapter Eight

The rest of that Saturday was strange. Becky emerged from

the bedroom about half an hour later and the flushed look on her face told me everything I needed to know.

“Listen, like I said, let’s just play along until he gets bored,” she said, coming over to me and taking a sip from my glass of water. “We’ll have to make sure we please him though. From what he was telling me, he’s gone up in the world. That Range Rover isn’t what a regular doorman drives, if you know what I mean. So, I’m thinking we get a nice bikini for you?”

“I, um... I don’t know about that,” I said, trying to put up a fight.

“Babe, we don’t have a choice,” Becky replied, softly but with a hint of firmness too. “You’ll be washing that car in a bikini whether you want to or not, so you’d better get used to it. I know it’s difficult. But we have to ride this out, get through it as best as we can.”

Her hand was resting on my crotch and I gasped a little as she squeezed my dick, slowly pulsing her fingers over my hardening cock.

“I... okay, okay, I get it,” I said, trying to fight the urge to cum, but quickly giving in, the look of delight on her face as I squirted my load into my fresh briefs. “Sorry, I don’t know why that was so quick.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it,” Becky smiled. “You know I take it as a compliment, a sign you find me just so super-hot.”

Becky got up, picked her cell phone up and walked back to the bedroom. I was left there, cum in my pants, my mind whirring, and already contemplating what next weekend’s car wash was going to bring.

There was no doubt in my mind that Becky had an attraction towards Ty, and probably the kind of animal lust that I simply wasn’t able to unleash. I couldn’t help but try and imagine her with him back in her days as a stripper. Even though it made me angry, upset even, it also undeniably had another effect too, one that I didn’t even want to think about.

Then, the noise emanating from the bedroom, I heard Becky’s voice. Kind of giggling, talking a little, then giggling again. She was probably on the phone to one of her girlfriends, all of them nice women but at the same time absolute hounds for gossip, scandal and salacious tales.

What was Becky talking to them about?

Me?
Ty?
The whole car wash situation?
I actually then felt my anger rising against Ty. How dare

he come to my house, treat me and my wife with such total disrespect? Sure, he was big, strong, and could probably break me like a twig, but there was no way I was going to let this slide.

Right?

Right?

Chapter Nine

The next week had actually been pretty fun. We managed to put thoughts of Ty to one side and took a week off work to hit a local health spa.

We would work out in the mornings and then really enjoy some pampering the afternoons. Massages, cleanses, the best relaxation rooms and saunas I had ever experienced to be honest.

All paid for with my first promotion pay cheque too.

“Well, that really was great, wasn’t it?” Becky said as we pulled up onto our drive late that Friday night, feeling de-stressed and relaxed for the first time in a while. “Thank you for being such a great husband. I know that you work hard for the money, and I love it that we can use it to enjoy a bit of bliss-filled luxury.”

I smiled and cast my eyes over her heaving cleavage.

“Oh, feeling lucky are you?” Becky said, licking her lips, hitching her skirt up a little to reveal her toned, smooth legs and then the tiny triangle of lacey panty that covered her modesty. “Well, how about we head inside? Leave the bags in the car. We’ll get them later.”

As we made our way into the house, with Becky’s clothes falling off faster than I could keep up with, I simply marvelled at the sight of her now naked body, the big, soft natural breasts as the bounced and jiggled, the way her booty cheeks clapped together as she ran towards the bedroom, her perfect hair bouncing along too.

Then I felt something happening... I was cumming.

I couldn’t believe it.
Not now, not today, please.
I wanted to cap off our brilliant spa break with the kind of

fucking that would show Becky I was more than man enough for her. Give her the kind of experience that would keep Ty out of her thoughts for at least another day.

“Honey, did you just?” Becky said, giggling, watching as the wet, sticky patch spread across my fawn-coloured chinos. “Well, don’t worry about that. You can use your tongue instead. Now, come on, let’s go.”

There was something a touch more authoritative about the tone of her voice than I had experienced before. It was like she was recalibrating the relationship a little, putting herself a little bit more in charge.

Despite the fact that I had just creamed myself, I wasn’t going to turn down the chance to work my tongue over her body, no way. So, obediently and with her gentle teasing in my ear, I got up onto the bed and presented my face, mouth, and tongue for her pleasure.

“I’d never get rid of you, cutie pie,” she said, her soaking wet cunt grinding on my face, her thighs working harder and faster. “Even with that tiny little over excited pee-pee, you’re more than enough for me in practically every way.”

As she came, I looked up at her face in a state of total ecstasy, her eyes shut hard as she groaned and ground her body into my nose and mouth.

Who or what was she thinking about at that very moment?

Me?

Or someone else... and no prizes for guessing who that could be either.

Becky flopped off my face and lay face down on the bed. Parting her booty cheeks to reveal her perfectly pink ass hole, she softly began to mumble something.

I knew what she wanted...

“That’s it, you show my ass hole some love,” she said. “Send me off to a nice post-orgasm sleep. When you’re done, you can unpack the car.”

This really was a new dynamic. It was like the more time she had spent with Ty, the more assertive she felt like she could be with me, almost treating me like a servant or something.

But with a booty like hers, I was never going to say no.Chapter Ten

“So, what do you think?” Becky said, holding up the bottom half of the bikini she had ordered for me. “I think it will

look cute. Your little clitty will be nice, comfortable, and safe in there.”

I blushed.

I would never have guessed that I would find myself in this position. But, a deal was a deal, and I just had to trust Becky when she said that knowing Ty like she did, it was just a case of following his orders until he got bored.

Which would be soon, hopefully.

“I think we should shave your legs, Seb,” Becky said. “Now, don’t bite my head off, but I just think if we can get you nice and smooth, show Ty that we’re making an effort to please him, well it could see this all end a lot sooner, you know?”

At this point, I was pretty much resigned to doing whatever Becky suggested. So, as she proceeded to shave my legs, even trimming my pubic hair down to a thin, narrow strip, I just tried to take it all in my stride.

“Very cute,” she said, using the shower head to blast warm water over my lower half, get me nice and clean. “These are going to be a snug fit, but look at it this way – at least it will keep your bitty-clitty tucked in nice and tight. You know, prevent any embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions. The bikini top will look great too, I think the colour and the fit is just right for you. Listen, I’ll just say one thing though... please be careful about how you answer back to Ty. I know it’s difficult accepting everything he says, and it definitely must be incredibly

humiliating too. I honestly get it. But you just have to trust me, where he comes from... they don’t play around. At all. Got it?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, the sight of my shaved legs and feminine strip of pubic hair making me feel absolutely pathetic. “Becky... you know the guy, please look after me. He... scares me.”

“Behave yourself and be a good boy and you won’t have to worry,” she said, smiling but with a slightly cold edge to her voice. “Now, I need to get the drinks prepared. Ty won’t be long, and I know how fussy he is when it comes to his whisky.”

“Whisky? Are you going to use the good stuff?” I replied.

“Of course,” Becky said, slightly annoyed. “Remember what I said. Ty is in charge. You even made it clear that he was from the first time we saw him, remember? The time for you even attempting to stand up to him is long gone.”

Becky didn’t wait for a response, simply turned and left me in the bathroom, alone with my thoughts and contemplating my black tormentor’s arrival and, on top of that, the changes I was seeing in Becky too.

It was like the longer Ty was in our lives, the less she respected me. My only question now was exactly how far she would go to please him... and precisely what that would mean for me.

Chapter Eleven

“Come out, Ty’s here,” Becky said from just outside the front door. “Quickly, he’s getting out of his car now.”

I finished putting my bikini on and took a moment to look at myself in the full-length mirror in the hallway.

I looked ridiculous.

My bikini top was so tight it made my small, fleshy breasts almost look like women’s titties. Then, on top of that, the tiny bottoms did indeed keep my dick safely tucked inside, but so much so that there was barely any bulge to even identify me as a man.

Turning to the side, I saw my round, plump as jutting out, the tightness of the bikini emphasizing my shapely rear in a way that was just so obvious.

I knew Ty was going to notice it too...

The thought filled me with a mixture of fear and adrenalin.

“Just get it over and done with, and he’ll be gone,” I said, out loud to myself, as I looked in the mirror one final time before walking out of the hallway and standing next to Becky.

Becky was wearing a bikini too, and I was shocked that it was actually the same design as mine. It was like we were twins or something, ready and waiting to serve and please our big, black thug.

“You look great,” I said, trying to somehow make the situation seem less bad than it was. “I mean, like seriously hot.”

I wasn’t exaggerating either.

Becky’s huge titties were looking bombastic in the way that only big, natural breasts can. The cut of the bikini bottoms demonstrated just how small her waist was in comparison to the top and bottom halves of her body too. Honestly, I had never seen her looking better.

“Be careful, you don’t want to make a sticky mess in your bikini, sissy,” Becky said, teasing me. “Listen. I’m going to have to be quite strict with you now, okay? It’s how Ty likes it. So... get on all fours and crawl over to meet him.”

“Becky, no!” I pleaded, knowing that there was no way she was going to back down, the look of steely determination in her eyes telling me everything I needed to know at this point. “Please, don’t make me. That’s just too far.”

“On all fours, now,” she replied, grabbing my hair and pushing me downwards. “You know what the deal is, so just do it. Remember, Ty doesn’t take shit from anyone. Just... do it.”

My spirit totally crushed and with Becky walking alongside me, I did indeed crawl on all fours down my own driveway and

towards Ty, just in time to see him open the door to his car and step out, looking as imposing as ever.

He was wearing a Lakers basketball vest, the gold and purple colours a bright contrast to his dark, tattoo covered skin. His skin tight grey sweatpants seemed to have been designed to show of that big, thick, long bulge too.

“Good, the sissy boy is learning,” he said as I stopped in front of him and said nothing as he leaned over me and kissed Becky on the lips. “You crawl in front of us, slut, I want to see that big booty clap.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied meekly, totally obedient now.

I heard Ty and Becky laugh as I crawled, my ass moving from side to side, much to their amusement and my humiliation. I had always had a thing about the softer, more feminine aspect of my ass, but this was the most public and definitely most degrading exposure to it I had ever experienced.

But, I knew that in all likelihood as far as today was concerned, the humiliation was only just beginning.

After taking a quick drink of vintage whisky from Becky, Ty brought his Range Rover up to the top of the driveway and set me to work.

“Bitch, you’d better get it sparkling,” he said, now sitting down and enjoying another drink, this time with his hands wandering all over Becky’s breasts. “Look, this is why a big titty bitch needs a man with big hands.”

He made me watch as he squeezed and shook her breasts, his big, wide black hands treating my white wife’s titties like his own personal toys.

I looked at Becky and it was clear to me that she was actually now enjoying being fondled, being treated like an object by Ty.

“You’re the perfect pair,” Ty laughed. “Big Titty Becky and Big Booty Sebastian. Becky, get the hose blasting water on his ass. Squat and twerk it for me, sissy.”

I had no choice but to do what he said, even though part of me wanted to just get up and run away. As I squatted and bounced up and down, I actually felt my ass cheeks clapping together little bit, the feel of the warm water on my ass and the soap suds dripping down my exposed cheeks actually encouraging me to put on a show for Ty.

“He likes it, baby,” Becky said to Ty, her words shocking me. “How about a double team?”

With that, she passed the hosepipe to Ty and squatted down next to me, popping and twerking her booty like she was back in the strip club again.

“Damn, girls, work those asses,” Ty said, the way he was referring to us both as girls making me cringe, but prompting Becky to simply twerk harder, really earning her money. “Becky, spank sissy-boi’s cheeks for me. Turn him out, show me what a low down dick hungry white-boi he really is.”

I was shocked by Ty’s words, the situation was developing way beyond anything I had ever dreamt of. But I didn’t have time to process it, Becky’s spanks were coming down hard on my ass as I continued to twerk and pop, now actually finding more rhythm and beginning to lose myself in the moment.

“Okay, okay, I want you two bitches to stand and shake those asses for me,” Ty said, finishing his drink. “I’m the judge. Loser gets put over my lap for an ass whooping. Now get to shakin’.”

“Prepare to lose,” Becky said to me, laughing as she stood up and began to put her entire body to work, twisting and gyrating, every muscle in her body working in synchronicity to give Ty the show he deserved. “Aren’t you even going to try?”

I did try my best, but I immediately realised it was a pretty hopeless task. Despite the fact I had a big sissy ass, my dancing skills just weren’t comparable to Becky’s and before long, I could see that Ty was just allowing me to continue as a way of prolonging my agony, my fate already more than sealed in his, Becky’s, and my mind too.

“Bring the sissy up to me,” Ty said to Becky, who wasted no time in grabbing me by my ear and painfully and humiliatingly marching me up the steps and towards Ty before then throwing me into his clutches. “Get over my black lap, slut.”

Ty’s strength totally overwhelmed me as he barely exerted any effort but somehow had me lying over his lap, my wet body pressed up against his strong, lean legs.

Of course, I could feel his fat, long dick underneath his sweatpants. I was pretty sure that my tiny little package wouldn’t even have registered with him, and that very fact made me blush as he began to run his hands over my ass cheeks, squeezing and shaking them for his amusement.

“I think we could get you working at a club easy,” he said, wobbling and jiggling each cheek in turn before bringing down a hard, firm slap on my ass. “Harder or softer, Becky?”

I let out a yelp as Ty brought another spank down on my ass and turned to Becky for help. But there would be no help, no remorse from Becky...

“Harder,” Becky said. “Harder, and then harder again. Show him what beta sissies with big round booties get.”

“No, please!” I cried in desperation, my words totally to no avail as Ty began to let his hand rain down on my cheeks, reddening them in double-quick time. “Please, Becky, help me!”

Becky just laughed and stood there watching Ty totally dominate me, his total control and ownership of me clearly impressing and mesmerising her.

If I ever wanted this spanking to stop, I knew I had to try something other than crying out for mercy. Ty clearly wanted

total control over me and wanted to know that I accepted his dominance too.

With my self-respect and dignity already totally gone, I figured I would just let the words spill out of my mouth...

“Thank you sir, please may I have another,” I said, fighting back the pain and humiliation as Ty spanked even harder, faster.

“That’s it, white-boi,” Ty said, seemingly in approval of my public display of submission. “Sissies like you deserve to be punished by alpha black men, right?”

“Yes, sir, thank you sir,” I howled, my bikini so far up my ass I imagined I would need to launch a search party to find it again.

“See, he’s a good husband really,” Becky said, standing next to Ty and watching as he delivered one more burst of spanks onto my ass before casually rolling me off his lap and onto the floor. “You know, this is really taking me back. Kind of reminds me of the old days. Seeing you so dominant. Seeing how easily you can own any man, or woman you want.”

“See, bitch,” Ty said to me, pushing his foot down on my exposed midriff. “This is how you know a woman respects you. Or not as the case may be for you. Now, let’s get inside and you can help me give Becky what she nearly had all those years ago but couldn’t quite manage.”

I felt my heartrate increase exponentially at that point. It was crystal clear what he meant, and the look on Becky’s face was perfectly clear too.

She wanted this.
Ty wanted this.
And right now, I really had no choice either way.
So, as Becky walked into the house, with Ty behind her,

and me on all fours crawling behind him, I knew that as soon as that door shut behind me, there truly would be no going back.

Chapter Twelve

“Let’s get some beats on, take it back to the club days,” Ty said, making himself comfortable on the large, comfortable corner sofa in our living room. “And fetch me a drink while you’re at it.”

Both Becky and I rushed over to the kitchen at the same time. As she opened the fridge to get a beer, I put my hand on hers. I had to know if this was what she really wanted. I mean, if she didn’t, I was sure there was some kind of financial offer we could make to Ty, it wasn’t as if we didn’t have savings or investments we could dip into.

“Seriously, we don’t have to do this,” I said, my eyes looking her body up and down, noticing the stiffness of her

nipples, realising that her body was just way too much for a small, beta guy like me to handle. “We could... offer money, or something?”

Becky smiled and put the cool beer down on the kitchen worktop. Looking deep into my eyes, her expression and body language both caring yet firm, she began to speak...

“Seb, you know this needs to happen,” Becky said, her voice quiet yet perfectly clear. “You’ve known all along, deep down we both did. You’ve seen what Ty’s like, what kind of monster he is. But here’s the thing... he can offer something that you can’t. And it’s become more and more clear to me as this whole car wash situation has gone on. You’re not born to be a dominator, an alpha. I love you, I really do, but Ty can give me something that a sweetie like you just can’t. You understand that, right?”

I felt crushed, but I knew she was correct in what she was saying. I loved her too, and if this is what she wanted, well I really should just go along with it.

“Okay, but... will I have to watch?” I said, my head down, barely able to look at her in the eyes.

Becky held my face firmly and lifted it up so that our eye-lines met.

“Watch? Watch?” she said, her voice firming up again. “You’ll be playing a full part in it. It’s just the way it has to be. We’re still married, you’re still my husband. You and your cute

little sissy body will be part of this thing every step of the way. I mean, remember, I couldn’t fit him inside me last time. So, you’re going to be really important to this entire thing and I expect you to be the perfect, helpful hubbie.”

I knew she meant every word she said, and I knew that the most painless thing would be to go along with her. We walked back into the living room together and I began to feel nervous as I saw Ty turn around and flash a gold-grilled smile at us both as we walked towards him.

“Here, one bitch either side of me,” he said, patting his hands down on the sofa. “Juicy titties on one side, big booty on the other. Perfection.”

With the music pumping out RnB and hip-hop, and Ty drinking down his beers, I began to hold out hope that this situation might just be enough for him, that he might not actually want to take things any further.

Of course, I couldn’t have been further from the truth.

It was simply a matter of time.

“Hey, sissy, look at this,” he said, unhooking the back of Becky’s bra. “Look at your wife blushing like a virgin. Damn, we all know that ain’t true. Now get up and shake those titties for me.”

Becky stood up and began shaking her breasts as ordered. The sheer size of them as they crashed into one another was enough to make me want to cum in my pants right there and

then, but my fear around Ty was preventing me from even getting hard.

“Lick those nipples, suck on them for me,” Ty ordered, the flexing and rapidly expanding bulge at the front of his sweatpants grabbing my attention. “Yo, anyone told you it’s rude to stare?”

With that, Ty grabbed my head and pushed it right down onto his crotch. I tried to lift my head back up, but Ty’s strong grip simply kept me down there with the minimum of effort. With his other hand on my neck, firmly squeezing, he began to take things up another notch...

“I said, it’s rude to stare, sissy,” he laughed, enjoying the complete physical hold he had over me. “But seeing as you’re so interested in what’s going on in my pants, how about we have a real look and see what’s popping.”

With that he stood up and beckoned me to stand next to him.

I was tiny in comparison to him, my pale skin and weak body looked almost ridiculously underdeveloped next to his towering frame, lean muscle and perfect posture.

“Becky, pull sissy’s panties down for me, show me the maggot,” Ty said.

“Prepare to be blown away, Ty,” Becky said sarcastically, laughing herself as my semi-erect dick popped out. “See, what did I tell you?”

“Damn, how have you been surviving with that, B? That little thing is barely even a clit,” Ty laughed. “Now, attend to me.”

Becky then proceeded to get down on her knees and slowly pull Ty’s sweatpants down. Her eyes widened – as did mine – as Ty’s black, thick, long dick gradually revealed itself before then springing right up and clattering Becky in her face. I could see the look of pure, animalistic lust in Becky’s eyes as she took in the sheer length of his uncut dick, the thickness that actually seemed to increase around the middle of the shaft.

But it wasn’t just lust in Becky’s face, it was fear too.

Memories of what had happened the last time she had tried to have sex with him, all those years ago. There was a look of determination on her face now though, a willingness to push her body to the absolute limits to take it all inside her.

“Eleven inches of black meat,” Ty said. “Compared to, what, four inches of white shrimp dick?”

Becky laughed and grabbed me by the hair and drew me close in towards Ty’s dick, the size of it becoming even more impressive and intimidating as Becky put her forearm next to it to show me exactly what it was she was missing out on by being married to me.

“Now, give Ty a little kiss,” Becky said, pulling down his hard cock. “Put those lips right there on his big, wide dick head.”

I hesitated and Becky didn’t hesitate to slap me across the face. This was happening, and I just had to let go of the very last element of pride that was holding me back.

“Sorry, sorry,” I said, pathetically, moving my lips towards the gleaming, monster of a dick head in front of me.

The salty, slightly sweaty taste took me back as I felt my lips press on his cock, but before long I was working my tongue around the circumference of Ty’s dick head, words of encouragement from Becky both pushing me further and at the same time sending me deeper into my new life as some kind of sissy cuckold for big black dick...

“That’s it you little slut,” she said, smiling and licking her lips as she pushed my mouth down over the top of his dick. “Show me what a cock hungry little sissy slut likes to do. Swallow the entire length, go on, all the way down you pathetic little cuck.”

I was choking and spluttering as his dick was pushing onto the back of my throat. It was simply too big, and no amount of effort was going to change that.

“Damn, looks like the sissy can’t handle it in her mouth,” Ty said, pulling his length out of my mouth and slapping it from side to side across my face. “B, why don’t you show the bitch how a real black owned snow-bunny does it?”

Becky pushed me to one side and proceeded to swallow his entire length, pausing half-way and looking at me directly in the

eyes as if to both show off her dick-sucking skills and also totally humiliate me on the lack of mine.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as Becky began to bounce her head up and down, the spittle and saliva dribbling out of the sides of her mouth as she worked Ty’s mammoth elephant dick like a pro.

“Yo, sissy, I hope you’re taking mental notes from your wife,” Ty said. “She knows how to suck a dick. Time for me to repay the favour.”

Ty pulled his dick out of Becky’s mouth and lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed less than a bag of feathers. He instructed me to follow him on my hands and knees as he walked towards the bedroom.

Once inside, he threw Becky down on the bed and tore off her bikini bottoms. I felt myself freezing up a little, totally lost and not knowing what to do.

Luckily for me, Beck and Ty knew exactly what was needed from me...

“Sissy, get on the bed and lie on your back,” Ty ordered. “Becky, you get on top of sissy with your ass and pussy right by his face.”

“No shutting your eyes, babe,” Becky said. “I want you to see his big black dick stretch and fill my little pussy. I want you to... Oh my God!”

Ty wasted no time and began pressing his monster dick into her pussy, the sight of his black schlong pushing inside her was incredible to see from my vantage point underneath Becky. Her moans and groans were sounds I would never, ever forget either as he gradually eased his way inside her.

“Ty, it’s... too big... I can’t... I ....” Becky screamed, her entire body quivering and shaking as Ty continued to push his dick up inside her, his big, heavy balls now brushing against my face. “Oh my God, it’s nearly...”

Then at that point, with Ty’s dick finally fully inside her, Becky went right into a full-on, body spasming orgasm, her full weight pressing down on me, her hands gripping my legs, her fingers digging deep into my thighs as she lost total control of her bodily functions.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming again,” she said, barely able to speak.

Ty showed no mercy and began to pump his dick in and out, gripping her bubble butt and thighs firmly as he fucked her hard, fast, and with every bit his full force.

“Cum inside me, fill me up with your black seed, please, please,” Becky begged, her face flushed red and her eyes rolling back into her head as Ty did exactly that, his thick, hot cum shooting inside her as he grunted and kept thrusting to make sure every single last drop was inside her stretched, used cunt.

As he pulled out, he laughed at the look of total shock on my face. I was a beaten man, totally put into my place by him, a true alpha and equipped with every single natural, biological advantage there was.

“Sissy, I think your wife needs a clean-up,” Ty said, getting on the bed and lying back like a king fresh from battle.

“Mmm, yeah, Seb, be a good boy and clean me out,” Becky said, shuffling her body up towards Ty and resting her head on his chest, draping her arms over him and looking admiringly at his smiling, satisfied face. “That wasn’t a request.”

I crawled around and looked at her pussy, Ty’s cum already beginning to seep out. Not only was his dick more than double the size of mine, he clearly produced way more than twice the amount of cum as me too.

“Every last drop,” Becky said, sleepily, tracing her hands over the myriad tattoos on Ty’s upper body.

The strong, salty taste and the thick, sticky feeling of Ty’s cum on my tongue and then in my mouth was difficult to stomach at first, but the more I licked and swallowed, the easier it got.

Was this going to be my life from now on?

The thought scared me, but it also thrilled me too. It wasn’t like I was gay or anything, but there had been something liberating about the situation. I was accepting my flaws, my weaknesses, my natural role in the pecking order.

I could tell that Becky was satisfied in a way I had never even come close to seeing before either. It was the kind of sheer bliss that I knew I could never provide, not even with a selection of the most advanced sex toys going. Clearly, what Becky needed was a big, black alpha to service her body and allow her mind to experience a true man.

I was a sissy white-boi, there to help and play my part in a successful marriage.

Whether that help meant cleaning cars in a bikini or panties, my exposed ass covered in soap suds and twerking for Ty’s amusement. Or sucking Ty’s dick, as a way of getting him ready to slide into Becky’s hungry, demanding pussy. Or even providing my own big booty for Ty’s use in the future...

I didn’t know.

But it was going to be one hell of a ride finding out.

**