My wife




This story is about the exquisite relationship between my bodybuilder wife and
myself. She's into bodybuilding and I am not. We are different in size, I am
about the same height as her but she is defintely bigger than myself. My work
hours prevent me from working out whereas she goes daily. Plus a regimen of
good diet has helped her develop muscle mass.

We had lived quite a usual life until now. Usually, we explored a litte s&m
but nothing serious. Only recently, though I had seen a little more
aggressiveness and some possessiveness in her. I disimissed it as just
something to do with time. We are over 45.

My life style changed when late in our marriage the kids moved out of the
house. We were together in a cottage by the beach in Spain. It's quaint, the
beach is deserted though in the summers it is crowded with college students
about half a kilometer from where we live. I work at home with my designing
and we only rarely go down to the city.

Our house backs to the beach with one wicket fence marking the end of the
property to the rest of the water. Passerbys are few in this part. Though we
do get the college crowd in the summer. Unlike the US, they women frequently
don't wear the tops.

She used to look at me strangely whenever I saw the students sunning on the
beach. "It's nothing..".

"Well, don't look too much or I'll get jealous", she used to quip. I should
have listened.

Last weekend, though I stayed out a little bit more than usual. It was a
volleyball contest, and I did spend a lilttle extra time on the deck instead
of completing my deadline. The result was my working late through the night to
catch up. In the morning, I got up late. I could tell that she was pissed. She
was up before me and out of the house.

I had started breakfast when she came in from the front of the house. Her back
was glistening with sweat and I could tell she had a had a good workout.

"Did you get a good workout?"

"Yes, dear. I got a workout all right". She was icy in her tone of voice when
she came up to me. "I warned you about this. You find them more attractive
than me, don't you?".

"No, no, no. I was just watching the game. Honest". I tried to console her and
reached towards. She grabbed my arm and twisted it around my back. I was
twisting on my tiptoes as she kept turning.

"I warned you", she hissed. "I may not be as young as those girls, but I will
make sure you learn not to look at them again."

Her tone of voice was unlike any I had heard to me before. I struggled, and
kicked as much as I could but her arms were like steel. "Stop squirming, or
I'll break your fingers". Her other hand was was crushing my free hand now. I
could not say anything. My heart was pounding.

She twisted me down on the floor and sat on my back. I twisted to see what she
was doing, but shoulder felt like it would pop out of my socket. She turned
both my arms in a X behind my back and I felt a cord go around my wrists. As
it tightened, I gave it my best shot to get out but I could not. She was
simply too strong. My legs were not strong enough to dislodge.

I felt her turn and grab each of my ankles and another cord curled around to
tie them together. She stepped up off of me then to examine my situation. I
was trapped. "Good". She took some time to sit down and relax a little.

"What do you have to say for yourself?". She said. "I'm sorry? Please get me
out of this. I didn't know...", I replied feebly. "That's right! You did not.
Now it's time to find out. Your apology is not accepted.".

She moved to me quickly and I expected her to kick me. She didn't. Instead she
lifted me in her arms and over her shoulder. My face was upside down in front
of her gluts. She easily walked out to the back of the house to the beach
area.

"Where are you taking me?", I gasped ... No reply.

She stopped and put me down quite roughly next to a hole in the beach sand
about 2 feet deep and 4 feet long. I screamed in horror. "Are you going to
kill me?".. She laughed at me. "You wish. You will wish you were dead, but no,
I will keep you around for a while as long as you abide with my rules."

There was the answer to the morning workout. A shovel and several towels lay
next to the hole. There was no one in sight. Where is anyone when I need them?
They can hear me over the back fence but they cannot see me on the ground.

She reached in under her skirt and pulled down her panties. I could tell they
were soaked with her sweat. "Open your mouth, NOW". I resisted. She bent my
little finger back.

I complied, and she shoved the in my mouth. "There! That's better".

She then rolled my body, ropes and gag and all in the hole with my face up.
She then started to pack the sand around my body. I could only grunt my "NO"
and the smell of her sweat was reeking in my nostrils.

She was relentless. It took her a very short time to bury me in the sand with
only my gagged mouth sticking out of the sand. She stomped out any loose sand
and said. "Well, my pet, now are you going to scream when I take the gag out?"

I signalled "No". She took it out.

She then took four towels and arranged them around my head.

Now the training begins...