A Lesson in Respect
By Midnite Writer
A husband is humiliated by his wife in front of their friends


We had a happy marriage despite the fact that my wife, Melissa, was the
dominant spouse. She was as strong as she was beautiful, the result of intense
daily workouts at a local health club.

While I am no wimp, years of working long hours behind a desk have taken their
toll on my physical condition. The playful wrestling matches that Melissa and
I use to have as foreplay before sex when we were first married over the years
turned into one sided beatings as Melissa gradually became stronger than me.

In the early days I would eventually wind up on top in our matches, and either
push my swollen cock between her legs or occasionally even get her to take me
in her mouth.

These days, however, Melissa almost always pins me rather easily, and then she
decides if and in what manner we will have sex. However, the rule is that she
must be satisfied first, and then If I’ve been good, and she’s in a good mood,
I will be taken care of as well.

Sometimes she can be rather cruel. For example, one of her favorite tricks is
to pin me on my back with a reverse face sit and make me lick her to an
orgasm.

Then she continues to sit on my face and orders me to jerk myself off. The
first time she did this to me I refused to do it, but she just sat there
grinding her ass into my face until I realized that my choices were to be
smother or to be humiliated. I chose the humiliation, and jerked off.

Though getting beat by my wife was a little embarrassing, I really had no
major complaints because we still generally had good sex and everything
occurred behind closed doors. Thus, my humiliation remained just between the
two of us.

That all changed one hot summer night when we were visiting our best friends
at their house. Jim and Karen lived in a big house down the street from us,
and Karen’s invalid grandmother was staying in one of their rooms while
awaiting transfer to a local nursing home. I had been teasing Melissa all
night about her having lost a racquetball match earlier in the day at her
health club to a woman named Sandy that she really couldn’t stand. We were
playing the game "Twister" on the living room carpet, and I had wound up in a
position where Melissa’s ass was right in front of my face. She was wearing
tight jean shorts, and I made some comment about it being too bad that Sandy
wasn’t playing because then Melissa would probably already be out of the game
and then her ass wouldn’t be in my face. The next color was called, and before
I had a chance to move, Melissa spun around and wrapped her thighs around my
head. I was bent forward with both hands on the game pad, and she basically
had me in a standing reverse scissor hold.

I could see that he feet weren’t on the proper colors, so I hollered "you’re
out of the game, Melissa."

"No," she replied, "you’re out of the game!"

With that she reached down and twisted my body, then threw me down on the mat
on my back. Quickly, she jumped on me and sat on my chest, grabbing my wrists
and pinning them up beside my head. Our friends were essentially swept out of
the way, and stood there gaping at us in surprise.

I think they thought this was a joke, seeing me pinned by my wife and I’m sure
they expected me to throw her off me and then we’d all have a good laugh.
However, it became quickly apparent to them that Melissa was pissed off, and
that even though I was struggling with all my might, Melissa was managing to
keep me pinned.

"My God, Melissa" Karen said "how long can you keep him pinned like that?"

"I don’t know how long I can keep him pinned like this," she said, "but if I
pin him like THIS I can keep him down forever!" With that, she forced my arms
straight up above my head, and slid her body forward so that her ass was right
over my face and my arms were pinned between her knees. If you’ve never been
in that position, I can tell you that if she squeezes your arms together, it
feels like they are being torn out at the shoulder joints, especially by a set
of strong thighs like my wife had.

Then, to add insult to injury, she lowered her ass and sat right on my face.
Now I was totally helpless. Our friends looked on in shock as my wife wiggled
around until she had my face buried under her. She skillfully positioned
herself so that she had a tight seal on my mouth and nose, and at that point
she began to smother me.

I tried my best to get away, but every time I tried to twist my body she would
squeeze my arms with her muscular thighs, sending pain through my shoulder
joints. At the same time she was sapping my strength by depriving me of oxygen
as her ass pressed down on my face.

I knew I was finished, so I quit trying to struggle and laid still. I assume
she would let me up, but she continued to sit with her full weight on my face.
The smell of her ass and crotch and the feel of the soft denim wrapped around
my face became my only sensations. I could see only darkness, and soon began
to lose all feelings. My body went limp. The last thing I remember is thinking
about how this must look to our friends.

I awoke still laying on my back on the floor. There was an oxygen mask wrapped
around my mouth and nose. I later found out that Karen had grabbed it from her
grandmother’s room after Melissa had finally climbed off me. I hadn’t appeared
to be breathing, and had turned a slight shade of blue. They were going to
call 9-1-1 and get help but Karen, who was a nurse, grabbed the oxygen tank
and was able to revive me within a minute.

Though they had all been worried at first, once they knew I was OK they
basically sat in their chairs and waited for me to come around. Melissa then
announced that it was time for us to go home, and helped me off the floor. As
we left the house I saw Melissa turn around and wink at our friends.