OLD WILLY By Howlin? Hank For the longest time I never understood fetishes or off-the-wall sexual proclivities. I guess I just never needed anything like that to enhance my sex life. Through five years of marriage my beautiful wife, Tammy, was all I really needed or wanted when it came to sex. Our sex life was good and often but nothing out of the ordinary. We did it once or twice a week, in bed, at night or in the morning. I?d mount my wife in either the missionary or doggy positions. Sometimes she would get on top. What can I say, it was just average, married sex. A couple of months ago that all changed. I developed an odd fetish and dragged my wife into it. It all started when Tammy and I bought an old Victorian home. The house was 102 years old and needed a lot of work and renovation. I?m not bad with a set of tools and Tammy is great when it comes to do-it-yourself interior decorating. The house proved to be a little more than the both of us could handle though. We needed an extra pair of experienced hands to help us along. I mentioned our predicament to the owner of the local hardware store, hoping he knew of someone who could help us out. ?I know just the man you need,? he told me. ?Let me put you in touch with Willy Green. He?s kind of old, in his late sixties, I think. Age aside, there?s no one around here better with a set of tools though. Yes, sir, Willy can handle carpentry, plumbing and electrical work. He comes cheap too. If you hire him, I?d advise keeping him away from the Jack Daniels though. When Willy gets to drinking, he can be a devilish, old rapscallion.? I told him that Willy sounded like just the man I needed and gave him my name, telephone number and address. He promised me that I would hear from Willy soon. Two days later, Tammy and I were painting in the master bedroom when the doorbell rang. It was our first official visitor so we both went down to answer the door. Standing on our front porch was a huge, old, mountain of a black man. He was a good head taller than me and very muscular, no doubt form a lifetime of hard work. His face looked like cracked and wrinkled leather and certainly showed his age. The owner of the hardware store told me that Willy was in his late sixties. I would have guessed the man in front of me was in his seventies, at least. ?I?m Willy Green,? he said, taking my hand in a vice-like grip and shaking it firmly. ?Mr. Crowley down at the hardware store told me you folks were looking for a handyman to help you out with this fine, old house.? ?I?m Henry Bratton,? I said, introducing myself. ?We definitely could use your expertise, Willy. Oh, this is my wife, Tammy,? I added, stepping aside so Tammy could meet Willy. When Willy saw my wife, his eyes lit up. He gently took Tammy?s hand and unabashedly looked her over from head to toe. As I mentioned before, my wife is a beautiful woman. Tammy is a 27 year old natural redhead with crystal blue eyes. She?s five feet, six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. She maintains her gorgeous and stunning 34D-24-35 figure through jogging and aerobic workouts. When you marry a woman as lovely as Tammy, you get used to other men taking long, appreciative looks at your wife. I was a bit shocked though to see a man Willy?s age taking notice of my wife?s charms. In fact, he was giving Tammy more than just a passing glance. He was eyeing her up the way a wolf might observe a rabbit. He stares had a longing hunger to them. The way my wife was dressed didn?t help the matter either. It was a hot Summer day and were working in an old house that didn?t have air conditioning yet.
So Tammy had on a tank top with no bra underneath and a pair of short shorts that looked like they were sprayed on her ass. She was definitely displaying all her fine features and of course, as always, didn?t have a clue. That?s just the way my wife is. I remember one time in our apartment, she almost answered the door forgetting she was naked. I stopped her just before she reached for the doorknob. ?It will be a pleasure assisting such a pretty lady to make her house just as beautiful,? Willy told my wife. Tammy giggled, thanking the old man for the compliment. I send Tammy back upstairs to finish painting while I sat down with Willy to discuss a fee for his services. The owner of the hardware store was correct, the old man did work for a cheap price. Of course, maybe it was my wife?s charisma that kept him at a reasonable rate. Whatever the case, old Willy started working for us the following Monday. I have to say, the man was a magician with a set of tools. Willy seemed to be able to fix it all. He installed a new vanity in the bathroom. He changed all the light fixtures on the first floor. He cut and hung molding in the dining room. He worked on our home from Monday to Friday, arriving before we had our morning coffee and leaving when it started to get dark. For an old man, he seemed to have more energy than I could muster.
One Friday morning I was outside painting a window sill. Looking into the house, I could see that Tammy was doing her aerobic workout in the living room. She had on her usual attire when she works out, a skintight leotard that leaves very little to the imagination. Tammy may as well be nude for all it hides. So there?s my wife, bending, bouncing, jumping, jiggling, stretching and strutting to a techno dance tune with a heavy beat. I happened to glance past Tammy and noticed Willy standing in the foyer, watching her. His eyes were glued to her every move and his mouth was hanging open. I also noticed that Willy had an incredibly large bulge in the front of his pants, and he was nonchalantly rubbing it with his hand. I couldn?t believe it! The black bastard had an erection from looking at my wife! It was huge too! From the outline beneath his pants it looked like it was at least twice as big as my own. At first I was angry and considered firing him on the spot. Then something odd occurred. In my imagination, I began to speculate what might be going through the old man?s mind as he was watched my wife and played with himself. The filthy, black pig probably wanted to walk over to Tammy, grab her and tear the leotard off her young, white body. I could picture his big, black hands pawing her large, milky white tits. Then he would throw her on our couch, spread her long, shapely legs and fuck her with that huge, black cock. I hate to admit it but soon I was standing there with a much smaller erection in my pants too. It was perverse and disturbing. I was actually aroused by the thought of that old, black man taking my wife. I quickly pushed the thought from my mind and went inside. It was almost comical to see Willy try to hide the hard cock in his pants. He kept his back towards me, mumbling something about the water heater and made a hasty retreat into our basement. For the rest of the day the image of Willy mounting Tammy kept popping back into my head. Each time he would take her in a different position in my imagination. Each time I would get a raging hard-on. Whenever those thoughts came to mind, I would quickly try to occupy my thoughts with something else; the work on the house, the office, baseball, anything to keep my mind off of it. That night in bed, Tammy began to kiss me passionately. That is how she usually initiates sex. As I kissed her back and tenderly unbuttoned her nightshirt, I was her loving husband.
When I got on top of Tammy and penetrated her however, I lost myself. I imagined I was Willy. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I pumped into her hard and fast. Aside from my labored breathing I was silent, but in my head I was saying, ?Take it! Take my big nigger cock!? Soon Tammy was wrapping her legs around me, pushing back with her hips and exclaiming at the top of her lungs, ?Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!? I erupted inside her and we both collapsed on the bed, catching our breaths. ?Wow!? she said. ?That was different. You got a little wild there. What got into you?? ?I don?t know,? I lied. ?I guess you just really inspired me tonight.? I thought that little fantasy would settle the matter and any further ideas of Willy and my wife would be done with. That was not the case though. Over the next few days all I could think about was Willy and my wife. Then something happened that drove me over the edge. I was in the hardware store looking over different shades of wood stain when I overheard two men talking in the next aisle over. One voice I recognized as Willy?s. The second voice was that of another black man. ?So how?s it going over at that old house?? the other black man asked. ?Not too bad,? Willy replied. ?It?s giving me some steady work for the Summer. The husband?s a typical dick-head but his wife sure is a fine piece of hot, white ass.? The other man agreed. ?I saw her at the market a few days back. She sure got it all; big tits, a nice ass, and them long, long, white legs. Damn! At least you got some pretty scenery over there.? ?You got that right,? Willy said. ?She knows she?s all that though. The bitch is a big time cock tease. She always be wearing something tight, short or low cut. Hell, I walk around there most of the day with my dick hard as a rock.? Willy?s friend chuckled. ?When a married white bitch walks around dressed like a fucking slut it usually means her man ain?t satisfying her.? ?Oh, I?m sure he ain?t doing that pussy any justice,? replied Willy. ?No doubt he has a tiny, white dick like most white boys. The bitch better be careful though cause she?s playing with fire. If she gets me in an irascible mood, old Willy?s going to teach her a hard lesson ?bout cock teasing. She may get them white boys all hot and bothered without consequence but when you get a black man hard, be prepared to get fucked but good. I?ll show her white pussy what a real man?s cock feels like for once. One afternoon she was making ice tea in her kitchen with nothing on but a little bikini. I came damn close to bending the bitch over her kitchen counter, whipping that bikini bottom off and giving her white cunt a proper fucking.? The other man laughed out loud. ?You do that, Willy! Give her some of that experienced nigger cock. She probably don?t realize what she be missing. Well, I got to run. Ride her hard, old timer.? I should have been furious but again I found myself extremely aroused. I was standing in the store with a painful erection in my jeans. I can?t explain what happened at that moment but something snapped in my head. I decided that it had to happen. I had to see old Willy fuck the living daylights out of Tammy. I wouldn?t be satisfied until it happened. I don?t know why. The only thing I can remotely compare it to is like wanting to see your favorite running back run in a touchdown, or your favorite outfielder hitting a homerun. Average men live vicariously through the superior ability of professional athletes. I want to see my wife get fucked by a black man?s bigger, superior cock. I began to formulate how I could make this happen. I?m sure if I offered my wife to Willy he would gladly do the job. Tammy, on the other hand, would never concede to satisfying my newfound fetish. In fact, she would find the idea sick and repulsive. I would wind up divorced for sure. My only other option was to get Willy sexually agitated enough to just lose control and take Tammy. That could possibly lead to other problems but I was sure I could smooth those over with some effort. I knew just what I needed to get the ball rolling. I got in my car and went to the local mall. My first stop was the liquor store where I bought a bottle of Jack Daniels, Willy?s beverage of choice. My next stop was Victoria?s Secret. Walking into the store I saw that almost anything I bought for Tammy would surely send Willy over the edge. A woman like Tammy makes it all look good.
After about ten minutes of searching through the lingerie, I found just the thing. I bought my wife a very sheer, pale blue, baby doll nighty with a matching thong. When Willy saw Tammy in that outfit, and with a little help from Uncle Jack, he?d teach her that lesson about cock teasing for sure. I decided to set my scheme in motion the following Saturday. I called Willy up and asked him if come over on his day off and clean all the previous owner?s junk out of the garage so we could start working on it come Monday. He was a bit reluctant to do so but when I offered him an extra fifty dollars for his trouble, he came right over. I let Willy alone to do his work until about noon when I walked into the garage and complimented him on the job. Willy was making fast progress of clearing the garage but still had enough work ahead of him to last well into the afternoon. ?Willy,? I said, handing him the brand new bottle of whiskey, ?here?s a little something besides the fifty bucks I promised you. It?s just to show my appreciation for all your hard work. I know clearing out this garage is tedious work so it wouldn?t bother me if you wanted to take a shot or two to make it go a little easier.? Willy thanked me, adding that he would probably do just that. For the rest of the afternoon I puttered around the house, occasionally checking in on Willy. As I suspected, the old black man was drinking a bit more of the Jack Daniels than just a shot or two. noticed his speech was slurred and he did more stumbling around the garage than actual work. I went back into the house to find my wife stretched out on the living room couch, reading a novel. I walked over to her and handed her the bag from Victoria?s Secret. ?What?s this?? she asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow at seeing the store?s name on the bag. ?It?s just a little present I picked out for you,? I replied. Tammy looked in the bag and saw the sheer, pale blue material. ?Are you sure this isn?t really a present for you?? she said with a smile. I smiled back. ?Well, maybe just a little bit for me. Why don?t you go upstairs and try it on for size. I?ll join you in a few minutes to see how it looks. I?ve got to take care of something out in the yard first though.? ?A little dessert before dinner,? she said as she got off the couch to head for our bedroom. ?You?re just full of surprises today.? I watched her cute little ass wiggle back and forth seductively as she walked up the stairs. My dick was already half hard knowing what might be in store for my lovely wife. I waited about ten minutes to give Tammy time to put on the nighty. I then went out to the garage to put old Willy into play. I found him staggering out of the garage with a box of old, rusty gardening tools. ?Willy, my wife is having trouble with the closet door in the master bedroom. It?s stuck and she can?t get it open. I think all this humidity has the wood swollen. I?ve got to run to my office to retrieve an important file. Can you go up there to help her out? She?s got the bedroom door shut but just go on in. Oh, and tell her that I got called into work, please.? Willy dropped the box and walked off towards the house, muttering something under his whiskey tainted breath. When I saw him enter the house, I waited for about five minutes then hurried around the back and went inside through the backdoor. I took the back service staircase from the kitchen straight up to our attic. There?s a duct set in the attic floorboards. You can lift it up and see directly down into our bedroom. Once in the attic, I slowly and quietly opened the duct. What I saw below nearly made me cum on the spot. My wife was laying flat on her back on our bed. The nighty and matching thong had been torn from her naked body and lay in a shredded heap on the floor. Willy had Tammy?s arms pinned to the mattress with his face buried between her open legs. ?Stop it!? my wife protested, struggling to break free of Willy?s powerful grip. ?Let go of me! Oh my! Please, Willy! Stop it right now! You?ll go to jail for this! Oh my! Oh! My! Get off of me! Oh, damn! My husband will be up here any second! He?ll kill you!? Willy lifted his face from my wife?s bare pussy. His lips and beard were slick with her lubrications. ?Your husband got called into his office. He won?t be back all afternoon. Besides, I don?t give a shit if he walks in on us. He can watch his wife get a real fucking for once. He may learn a thing or two ?bout satisfying your hot, white ass, but I doubt it. Anyway, don?t act like you don?t want this. Why else would you parade around me dressed like a little slut? You been jonesing to feel my big nigger cock inside you.? Willy pushed his face back between Tammy?s legs, quickly rubbing his wooly beard back and forth across her vulnerable pussy, making her shudder. He then pressed his thick lips back into her, lapping and sucking. I watched in aroused fascination as the old, black man ate my wife with pure enjoyment. Tammy, her face flushed and eyes shut tight, was breathing hard and fast between clenched teeth. It was more than evident that Willy?s oral attention to her pussy was having its effect on her, but I suppose she didn?t want to give Willy the satisfaction of seeing her body respond in stimulation. Tammy?s ample tits rose and fell quickly with her repeated gasps. I noticed that despite her objections, my wife?s half dollar sized nipples were dark pink and swollen with sexual excitement.
Suddenly Tammy?s hips began to involuntarily undulate in short, quick spasms. She was nearing orgasm. Before my wife could cum though, Willy pulled his face quickly away from her pussy. He just smiled at her as she lay there trembling, the pangs of her oncoming orgasm subsiding without climax. ?Willy,? she panted, ?stop? stop? stop this! Don?t make me do this! Please, Willy!? Willy plunged his face back into her cunt. He savagely devoured my wife, lapping at her with even more enthusiasm. As he licked and sucked on her, Willy made small animal-like grunts. He sounded much like a hungry dog having at a fresh steak. Tammy had to bight her lip this time to keep from moaning. Out of instinct she arched her back, desperately seeking much needed relief. My wife was on the verge of cumming for the second time. He mouth popped wide open but no sound came forth. Once again, before she could reach orgasm, Willy pulled his face away. Tammy squirmed on the bed gasping in small anguished whimpers. All she could manage to say was the same two words, over and over. ?No, Willy! No, Willy! No, Willy!?
When she calmed down sufficiently, Willy went back to eating her pussy. This time however he released Tammy?s wrist. Instead of fighting old Willy off with her now free hands, she immediately grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face deeper into her cunt. At the same time she churned and ground her hips like she was possessed. ?Oh, yes!? she hissed as Willy pumped a finger into her too. It was then that I understood what Willy was up to. As Tammy teased him, he was now teasing her, only ten times worse. Willy was breaking down my wife?s resolve by sexually agitating her, not allowing her to cum. This changed the whole situation from a case of rape and assault, to satisfying a woman in heat. The old geezer knew exactly what he was doing. I could see now where years of experience can be beneficial in handling a woman. Tammy?s third approach to orgasm came hard and fast. Where before she tried to suppress her moans and groans, this time they exploded from her lips very loudly. She was so close to cumming but it was not to be. Willy pushed her hands away and stood up. Leaving my nude wife writhing on the bed in wanton lust. ?No!? Tammy gasped. ?Don?t stop! Finish it! Just finish it!? Willy just looked down at her and laughed in a scoffing manner. He unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt, revealing an old but well developed upper body. For being in his late sixties, the guy was totally ripped. I must admit, his ancient body put my own younger one to shame. He then opened his pants, pulling them and his boxers down at the same time. Willy?s huge monster of a cock sprang out like a deadly cobra from a snake charmer?s basket. ?Oh my!? Tammy breathed as she caught sight of it. I understood why she was so impressed. Where my cock is short and slender, Willy?s was long and thick. He had to be at least nine inches in length and as plump as a big piece of sizzling hot kielbasa.
Willy kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He took his huge, black cock in his hand and tauntingly shook it at my wife. ?Is this what you want, bitch? Is this what you need?? ?Yes,? my wife responded, her face red with shame, her voice barely a whisper. ?That?s what I need.? This was all too much me for. I took out my own cock and began to stroke it as I watched old Willy teach Tammy her lesson. Willy got back on the bed, kneeling between my wife?s splayed thighs. As he looked her in the eyes, he rubbed the head of his cock all around the outside of her pussy. Now and then he would press it against her opening like he was about to penetrate Tammy, only to pull it away. ?Do it!? my wife pleaded. Willy just beat the head of his cock on the outside of my wife?s hungry pussy. ?Not so proud and snooty now, are you bitch? Look at you. Begging your husband?s old nigger handyman to fuck you. You?re just a married, white slut in dire need for what your white husband can?t give you, a man sized cock. You know something? Old Willy likes hearing you beg for his big, nigger cock like a slut. You want to be fucked? Then beg me to fuck you, bitch?? The words seemed to stick in Tammy?s throat but the feel of having such a huge specimen of manhood so close to her sopping wet pussy helped loosen her tongue. ?Fuck me! Please, Willy! Fuck me!? ?Call me Mister Green, you married white whore!? He barked back at her. Nearly in tears, my wife quickly corrected herself. ?Please, Mister Green! Won?t you fuck me? I need to feel that big, powerful, black cock inside me so bad! Oh god! I?ve never had a man like you fuck me! I need to be fucked! I really need to be fucked! Please, Mister Green!? At this point, I couldn?t hold back any longer. My cock exploded, splattering pearly drops all over the attic floor. What was going on below me was beyond my wildest imaginings. ?Get on your hands and knees,? Willy ordered my wife, ?so I can fuck you like the bitch you are.? Tammy quickly did as she was told, lowering her tits to the mattress and raising her ass, presenting herself to the old black man. Willy took his rightful place behind my wife. Again he rubbed the head of his huge cock all around the outside of her pussy. A few times Willy would plug just the head inside Tammy?s pussy lips, only to pull it back out. This drove her absolutely crazy. Finally, Willy plugged the head of his cock into my wife one last time. He firmly grabbed Tammy?s hips and drove his cock into her up to his bloated balls in one hard, quick thrust. My wife threw her had back and cried out. Willy just held still, not moving, with his big, black cock buried deep in my wife?s pussy. Remarkably, Tammy began to cum on his unmoving cock. ?Oh god!? she cried. ?So big! So big inside me! I love it! I love it! I love your big, black cock! Yes! Yes! Yes! Big, black cock! Oh god, yes!? Willy let her calm down, then he started to fuck my wife with a firm, steady rhythm. With each inward thrust, Willy grunted like an angry bull. His cock was so thick that the shaft must have applied just the right pressure on Tammy?s swollen clit. Soon she was moaning and groaning again in pleasure, tossing her long red hair from side to side, urging the old, black man to fuck her harder. ?Yes! That?s it! Fuck me! Fuck me, you black animal! Fuck me harder! Fuck me with your big nigger cock! Show me how a real man is supposed to fuck a woman!? Willy got this angry, intense look on his face and began to drive his cock into my wife fast and forceful. With each inward thrust his black loins made contact with her white ass in a hard, resounding slap. ?You fucking, bitch,? Willy growled. ?Your white cunt is mine! I own it! I rule this white pussy with my big nigger cock! When Mister Green says it?s time to fuck, you better have your clothes off and your white legs spread! You understand me, bitch?? ?Oh yes!? my wife cried, in the throes of another orgasm. ?It?s yours! It?s yours! Fuck your white cunt! Fuck it! Fuck it! Oh god, fuck it! You?re making me cum! You?re making me cum on your big, nigger cock!? Willy thrust into my wife one last time. ?I?m going to nut in your white cunt, bitch! Here it comes! I?m filling it up with my nigger seed!? Willy?s cock erupted deep inside my wife. Both of their bodies seemed to go tense, then they collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, panting heap. Willy slid his cock out of Tammy, pulling sticky white streams out with it. Tammy just lay there as Willy dressed. Before he left the room he told my wife, ?I?ll be out back around midnight. If you want some more nigger cock, have your naked, white ass outside. I?ll fuck you bent over the hood of your asshole husband?s BMW.? I waited about twenty minutes, enough time for Tammy to compose herself, and snuck back outside. When I reentered the house, Tammy was back on the couch reading. ?I?m sorry I got called away to work,? I told her. ?But that?s what pays the bills I suppose.? ?Yes, I guess it is,? was all she said. Around midnight, Tammy thought I was fast asleep. From half open eyes I watched as my wife left our bed, removed her nightshirt and panties, and walked naked outside into our dark backyard.
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So Tammy had on a tank top with no bra underneath and a pair of short shorts that looked like they were sprayed on her ass. She was definitely displaying all her fine features and of course, as always, didn?t have a clue. That?s just the way my wife is. I remember one time in our apartment, she almost answered the door forgetting she was naked. I stopped her just before she reached for the doorknob. ?It will be a pleasure assisting such a pretty lady to make her house just as beautiful,? Willy told my wife. Tammy giggled, thanking the old man for the compliment. I send Tammy back upstairs to finish painting while I sat down with Willy to discuss a fee for his services. The owner of the hardware store was correct, the old man did work for a cheap price. Of course, maybe it was my wife?s charisma that kept him at a reasonable rate. Whatever the case, old Willy started working for us the following Monday. I have to say, the man was a magician with a set of tools. Willy seemed to be able to fix it all. He installed a new vanity in the bathroom. He changed all the light fixtures on the first floor. He cut and hung molding in the dining room. He worked on our home from Monday to Friday, arriving before we had our morning coffee and leaving when it started to get dark. For an old man, he seemed to have more energy than I could muster.
One Friday morning I was outside painting a window sill. Looking into the house, I could see that Tammy was doing her aerobic workout in the living room. She had on her usual attire when she works out, a skintight leotard that leaves very little to the imagination. Tammy may as well be nude for all it hides. So there?s my wife, bending, bouncing, jumping, jiggling, stretching and strutting to a techno dance tune with a heavy beat. I happened to glance past Tammy and noticed Willy standing in the foyer, watching her. His eyes were glued to her every move and his mouth was hanging open. I also noticed that Willy had an incredibly large bulge in the front of his pants, and he was nonchalantly rubbing it with his hand. I couldn?t believe it! The black bastard had an erection from looking at my wife! It was huge too! From the outline beneath his pants it looked like it was at least twice as big as my own. At first I was angry and considered firing him on the spot. Then something odd occurred. In my imagination, I began to speculate what might be going through the old man?s mind as he was watched my wife and played with himself. The filthy, black pig probably wanted to walk over to Tammy, grab her and tear the leotard off her young, white body. I could picture his big, black hands pawing her large, milky white tits. Then he would throw her on our couch, spread her long, shapely legs and fuck her with that huge, black cock. I hate to admit it but soon I was standing there with a much smaller erection in my pants too. It was perverse and disturbing. I was actually aroused by the thought of that old, black man taking my wife. I quickly pushed the thought from my mind and went inside. It was almost comical to see Willy try to hide the hard cock in his pants. He kept his back towards me, mumbling something about the water heater and made a hasty retreat into our basement. For the rest of the day the image of Willy mounting Tammy kept popping back into my head. Each time he would take her in a different position in my imagination. Each time I would get a raging hard-on. Whenever those thoughts came to mind, I would quickly try to occupy my thoughts with something else; the work on the house, the office, baseball, anything to keep my mind off of it. That night in bed, Tammy began to kiss me passionately. That is how she usually initiates sex. As I kissed her back and tenderly unbuttoned her nightshirt, I was her loving husband.
When I got on top of Tammy and penetrated her however, I lost myself. I imagined I was Willy. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I pumped into her hard and fast. Aside from my labored breathing I was silent, but in my head I was saying, ?Take it! Take my big nigger cock!? Soon Tammy was wrapping her legs around me, pushing back with her hips and exclaiming at the top of her lungs, ?Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!? I erupted inside her and we both collapsed on the bed, catching our breaths. ?Wow!? she said. ?That was different. You got a little wild there. What got into you?? ?I don?t know,? I lied. ?I guess you just really inspired me tonight.? I thought that little fantasy would settle the matter and any further ideas of Willy and my wife would be done with. That was not the case though. Over the next few days all I could think about was Willy and my wife. Then something happened that drove me over the edge. I was in the hardware store looking over different shades of wood stain when I overheard two men talking in the next aisle over. One voice I recognized as Willy?s. The second voice was that of another black man. ?So how?s it going over at that old house?? the other black man asked. ?Not too bad,? Willy replied. ?It?s giving me some steady work for the Summer. The husband?s a typical dick-head but his wife sure is a fine piece of hot, white ass.? The other man agreed. ?I saw her at the market a few days back. She sure got it all; big tits, a nice ass, and them long, long, white legs. Damn! At least you got some pretty scenery over there.? ?You got that right,? Willy said. ?She knows she?s all that though. The bitch is a big time cock tease. She always be wearing something tight, short or low cut. Hell, I walk around there most of the day with my dick hard as a rock.? Willy?s friend chuckled. ?When a married white bitch walks around dressed like a fucking slut it usually means her man ain?t satisfying her.? ?Oh, I?m sure he ain?t doing that pussy any justice,? replied Willy. ?No doubt he has a tiny, white dick like most white boys. The bitch better be careful though cause she?s playing with fire. If she gets me in an irascible mood, old Willy?s going to teach her a hard lesson ?bout cock teasing. She may get them white boys all hot and bothered without consequence but when you get a black man hard, be prepared to get fucked but good. I?ll show her white pussy what a real man?s cock feels like for once. One afternoon she was making ice tea in her kitchen with nothing on but a little bikini. I came damn close to bending the bitch over her kitchen counter, whipping that bikini bottom off and giving her white cunt a proper fucking.? The other man laughed out loud. ?You do that, Willy! Give her some of that experienced nigger cock. She probably don?t realize what she be missing. Well, I got to run. Ride her hard, old timer.? I should have been furious but again I found myself extremely aroused. I was standing in the store with a painful erection in my jeans. I can?t explain what happened at that moment but something snapped in my head. I decided that it had to happen. I had to see old Willy fuck the living daylights out of Tammy. I wouldn?t be satisfied until it happened. I don?t know why. The only thing I can remotely compare it to is like wanting to see your favorite running back run in a touchdown, or your favorite outfielder hitting a homerun. Average men live vicariously through the superior ability of professional athletes. I want to see my wife get fucked by a black man?s bigger, superior cock. I began to formulate how I could make this happen. I?m sure if I offered my wife to Willy he would gladly do the job. Tammy, on the other hand, would never concede to satisfying my newfound fetish. In fact, she would find the idea sick and repulsive. I would wind up divorced for sure. My only other option was to get Willy sexually agitated enough to just lose control and take Tammy. That could possibly lead to other problems but I was sure I could smooth those over with some effort. I knew just what I needed to get the ball rolling. I got in my car and went to the local mall. My first stop was the liquor store where I bought a bottle of Jack Daniels, Willy?s beverage of choice. My next stop was Victoria?s Secret. Walking into the store I saw that almost anything I bought for Tammy would surely send Willy over the edge. A woman like Tammy makes it all look good.
After about ten minutes of searching through the lingerie, I found just the thing. I bought my wife a very sheer, pale blue, baby doll nighty with a matching thong. When Willy saw Tammy in that outfit, and with a little help from Uncle Jack, he?d teach her that lesson about cock teasing for sure. I decided to set my scheme in motion the following Saturday. I called Willy up and asked him if come over on his day off and clean all the previous owner?s junk out of the garage so we could start working on it come Monday. He was a bit reluctant to do so but when I offered him an extra fifty dollars for his trouble, he came right over. I let Willy alone to do his work until about noon when I walked into the garage and complimented him on the job. Willy was making fast progress of clearing the garage but still had enough work ahead of him to last well into the afternoon. ?Willy,? I said, handing him the brand new bottle of whiskey, ?here?s a little something besides the fifty bucks I promised you. It?s just to show my appreciation for all your hard work. I know clearing out this garage is tedious work so it wouldn?t bother me if you wanted to take a shot or two to make it go a little easier.? Willy thanked me, adding that he would probably do just that. For the rest of the afternoon I puttered around the house, occasionally checking in on Willy. As I suspected, the old black man was drinking a bit more of the Jack Daniels than just a shot or two. noticed his speech was slurred and he did more stumbling around the garage than actual work. I went back into the house to find my wife stretched out on the living room couch, reading a novel. I walked over to her and handed her the bag from Victoria?s Secret. ?What?s this?? she asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow at seeing the store?s name on the bag. ?It?s just a little present I picked out for you,? I replied. Tammy looked in the bag and saw the sheer, pale blue material. ?Are you sure this isn?t really a present for you?? she said with a smile. I smiled back. ?Well, maybe just a little bit for me. Why don?t you go upstairs and try it on for size. I?ll join you in a few minutes to see how it looks. I?ve got to take care of something out in the yard first though.? ?A little dessert before dinner,? she said as she got off the couch to head for our bedroom. ?You?re just full of surprises today.? I watched her cute little ass wiggle back and forth seductively as she walked up the stairs. My dick was already half hard knowing what might be in store for my lovely wife. I waited about ten minutes to give Tammy time to put on the nighty. I then went out to the garage to put old Willy into play. I found him staggering out of the garage with a box of old, rusty gardening tools. ?Willy, my wife is having trouble with the closet door in the master bedroom. It?s stuck and she can?t get it open. I think all this humidity has the wood swollen. I?ve got to run to my office to retrieve an important file. Can you go up there to help her out? She?s got the bedroom door shut but just go on in. Oh, and tell her that I got called into work, please.? Willy dropped the box and walked off towards the house, muttering something under his whiskey tainted breath. When I saw him enter the house, I waited for about five minutes then hurried around the back and went inside through the backdoor. I took the back service staircase from the kitchen straight up to our attic. There?s a duct set in the attic floorboards. You can lift it up and see directly down into our bedroom. Once in the attic, I slowly and quietly opened the duct. What I saw below nearly made me cum on the spot. My wife was laying flat on her back on our bed. The nighty and matching thong had been torn from her naked body and lay in a shredded heap on the floor. Willy had Tammy?s arms pinned to the mattress with his face buried between her open legs. ?Stop it!? my wife protested, struggling to break free of Willy?s powerful grip. ?Let go of me! Oh my! Please, Willy! Stop it right now! You?ll go to jail for this! Oh my! Oh! My! Get off of me! Oh, damn! My husband will be up here any second! He?ll kill you!? Willy lifted his face from my wife?s bare pussy. His lips and beard were slick with her lubrications. ?Your husband got called into his office. He won?t be back all afternoon. Besides, I don?t give a shit if he walks in on us. He can watch his wife get a real fucking for once. He may learn a thing or two ?bout satisfying your hot, white ass, but I doubt it. Anyway, don?t act like you don?t want this. Why else would you parade around me dressed like a little slut? You been jonesing to feel my big nigger cock inside you.? Willy pushed his face back between Tammy?s legs, quickly rubbing his wooly beard back and forth across her vulnerable pussy, making her shudder. He then pressed his thick lips back into her, lapping and sucking. I watched in aroused fascination as the old, black man ate my wife with pure enjoyment. Tammy, her face flushed and eyes shut tight, was breathing hard and fast between clenched teeth. It was more than evident that Willy?s oral attention to her pussy was having its effect on her, but I suppose she didn?t want to give Willy the satisfaction of seeing her body respond in stimulation. Tammy?s ample tits rose and fell quickly with her repeated gasps. I noticed that despite her objections, my wife?s half dollar sized nipples were dark pink and swollen with sexual excitement.
Suddenly Tammy?s hips began to involuntarily undulate in short, quick spasms. She was nearing orgasm. Before my wife could cum though, Willy pulled his face quickly away from her pussy. He just smiled at her as she lay there trembling, the pangs of her oncoming orgasm subsiding without climax. ?Willy,? she panted, ?stop? stop? stop this! Don?t make me do this! Please, Willy!? Willy plunged his face back into her cunt. He savagely devoured my wife, lapping at her with even more enthusiasm. As he licked and sucked on her, Willy made small animal-like grunts. He sounded much like a hungry dog having at a fresh steak. Tammy had to bight her lip this time to keep from moaning. Out of instinct she arched her back, desperately seeking much needed relief. My wife was on the verge of cumming for the second time. He mouth popped wide open but no sound came forth. Once again, before she could reach orgasm, Willy pulled his face away. Tammy squirmed on the bed gasping in small anguished whimpers. All she could manage to say was the same two words, over and over. ?No, Willy! No, Willy! No, Willy!?
When she calmed down sufficiently, Willy went back to eating her pussy. This time however he released Tammy?s wrist. Instead of fighting old Willy off with her now free hands, she immediately grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face deeper into her cunt. At the same time she churned and ground her hips like she was possessed. ?Oh, yes!? she hissed as Willy pumped a finger into her too. It was then that I understood what Willy was up to. As Tammy teased him, he was now teasing her, only ten times worse. Willy was breaking down my wife?s resolve by sexually agitating her, not allowing her to cum. This changed the whole situation from a case of rape and assault, to satisfying a woman in heat. The old geezer knew exactly what he was doing. I could see now where years of experience can be beneficial in handling a woman. Tammy?s third approach to orgasm came hard and fast. Where before she tried to suppress her moans and groans, this time they exploded from her lips very loudly. She was so close to cumming but it was not to be. Willy pushed her hands away and stood up. Leaving my nude wife writhing on the bed in wanton lust. ?No!? Tammy gasped. ?Don?t stop! Finish it! Just finish it!? Willy just looked down at her and laughed in a scoffing manner. He unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt, revealing an old but well developed upper body. For being in his late sixties, the guy was totally ripped. I must admit, his ancient body put my own younger one to shame. He then opened his pants, pulling them and his boxers down at the same time. Willy?s huge monster of a cock sprang out like a deadly cobra from a snake charmer?s basket. ?Oh my!? Tammy breathed as she caught sight of it. I understood why she was so impressed. Where my cock is short and slender, Willy?s was long and thick. He had to be at least nine inches in length and as plump as a big piece of sizzling hot kielbasa.
Willy kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He took his huge, black cock in his hand and tauntingly shook it at my wife. ?Is this what you want, bitch? Is this what you need?? ?Yes,? my wife responded, her face red with shame, her voice barely a whisper. ?That?s what I need.? This was all too much me for. I took out my own cock and began to stroke it as I watched old Willy teach Tammy her lesson. Willy got back on the bed, kneeling between my wife?s splayed thighs. As he looked her in the eyes, he rubbed the head of his cock all around the outside of her pussy. Now and then he would press it against her opening like he was about to penetrate Tammy, only to pull it away. ?Do it!? my wife pleaded. Willy just beat the head of his cock on the outside of my wife?s hungry pussy. ?Not so proud and snooty now, are you bitch? Look at you. Begging your husband?s old nigger handyman to fuck you. You?re just a married, white slut in dire need for what your white husband can?t give you, a man sized cock. You know something? Old Willy likes hearing you beg for his big, nigger cock like a slut. You want to be fucked? Then beg me to fuck you, bitch?? The words seemed to stick in Tammy?s throat but the feel of having such a huge specimen of manhood so close to her sopping wet pussy helped loosen her tongue. ?Fuck me! Please, Willy! Fuck me!? ?Call me Mister Green, you married white whore!? He barked back at her. Nearly in tears, my wife quickly corrected herself. ?Please, Mister Green! Won?t you fuck me? I need to feel that big, powerful, black cock inside me so bad! Oh god! I?ve never had a man like you fuck me! I need to be fucked! I really need to be fucked! Please, Mister Green!? At this point, I couldn?t hold back any longer. My cock exploded, splattering pearly drops all over the attic floor. What was going on below me was beyond my wildest imaginings. ?Get on your hands and knees,? Willy ordered my wife, ?so I can fuck you like the bitch you are.? Tammy quickly did as she was told, lowering her tits to the mattress and raising her ass, presenting herself to the old black man. Willy took his rightful place behind my wife. Again he rubbed the head of his huge cock all around the outside of her pussy. A few times Willy would plug just the head inside Tammy?s pussy lips, only to pull it back out. This drove her absolutely crazy. Finally, Willy plugged the head of his cock into my wife one last time. He firmly grabbed Tammy?s hips and drove his cock into her up to his bloated balls in one hard, quick thrust. My wife threw her had back and cried out. Willy just held still, not moving, with his big, black cock buried deep in my wife?s pussy. Remarkably, Tammy began to cum on his unmoving cock. ?Oh god!? she cried. ?So big! So big inside me! I love it! I love it! I love your big, black cock! Yes! Yes! Yes! Big, black cock! Oh god, yes!? Willy let her calm down, then he started to fuck my wife with a firm, steady rhythm. With each inward thrust, Willy grunted like an angry bull. His cock was so thick that the shaft must have applied just the right pressure on Tammy?s swollen clit. Soon she was moaning and groaning again in pleasure, tossing her long red hair from side to side, urging the old, black man to fuck her harder. ?Yes! That?s it! Fuck me! Fuck me, you black animal! Fuck me harder! Fuck me with your big nigger cock! Show me how a real man is supposed to fuck a woman!? Willy got this angry, intense look on his face and began to drive his cock into my wife fast and forceful. With each inward thrust his black loins made contact with her white ass in a hard, resounding slap. ?You fucking, bitch,? Willy growled. ?Your white cunt is mine! I own it! I rule this white pussy with my big nigger cock! When Mister Green says it?s time to fuck, you better have your clothes off and your white legs spread! You understand me, bitch?? ?Oh yes!? my wife cried, in the throes of another orgasm. ?It?s yours! It?s yours! Fuck your white cunt! Fuck it! Fuck it! Oh god, fuck it! You?re making me cum! You?re making me cum on your big, nigger cock!? Willy thrust into my wife one last time. ?I?m going to nut in your white cunt, bitch! Here it comes! I?m filling it up with my nigger seed!? Willy?s cock erupted deep inside my wife. Both of their bodies seemed to go tense, then they collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, panting heap. Willy slid his cock out of Tammy, pulling sticky white streams out with it. Tammy just lay there as Willy dressed. Before he left the room he told my wife, ?I?ll be out back around midnight. If you want some more nigger cock, have your naked, white ass outside. I?ll fuck you bent over the hood of your asshole husband?s BMW.? I waited about twenty minutes, enough time for Tammy to compose herself, and snuck back outside. When I reentered the house, Tammy was back on the couch reading. ?I?m sorry I got called away to work,? I told her. ?But that?s what pays the bills I suppose.? ?Yes, I guess it is,? was all she said. Around midnight, Tammy thought I was fast asleep. From half open eyes I watched as my wife left our bed, removed her nightshirt and panties, and walked naked outside into our dark backyard.
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