My Wife - A Real Life Ball Busting Story Part 2 By Ricoh San Juan In part 1 I detailed an episode many years ago when my lovely sexy wife used self-defense on my testicles when she didn't want sex. In some of the years that followed, we had many good times including kids. She stopped working, and we've occasionally had some of the arguments that a single income couple might have. As I have previously stated, my wife is a good woman who loves me. She basically has no wish to cause harm to anyone unless it really necessary. She is though acutely aware of the natural anatomical weakness of a man. Our "Emergency off" lever, as she has stated before. She would very occasionally indulge the fetish side of me and remind me the she could destroy me with just her hand if she wanted to. In these times she'd often hold out her tiny hand, and then make into a fist while making a crunching sound, and then sometimes also yank her fist down. I'd often times pretend to look frightened or scared, but I was really slightly to very erotized depending on the moment. Sometimes when we did this, it was near or at the end of an argument. She was normally never out of control when she did this, so I never took her seriously. Not that she couldn't do it, indeed, her hands on a man balls would be deadly. I recall an event a couple of years back where we were doing some spring cleaning. I had stored these green metal rods that were once used to hold chicken wire to prevent critters from getting into a garden. They hadn't been used in years and we were throwing them away. They weren't really thick, but they were thick enough, made of steel, and bent at a 45-degree angle. My lovely wife, rather than asking me to help, took them in her gloved hands and bent them in two using only the strength of her hands and shoulders. Now neatly fitting into the garbage can, they were deposited for disposal. As I mentioned, my wife is small, just under 5 feet, but her body is deceptively strong. If steel yielded to her petite womanly grip, what chance would a small defenseless lump of flesh have if her little powerful fist bore down tightly around it. There is no doubt her hands could be deadly if so provoked. For quite a while I lived in relative bliss, free of any real fear of my tiny wife's hands, confident they would never be used on me, so long, I suppose, as I didn't try to unduly pressure her for sex in the bedroom. These hands may someday render a rapist sterile, but never me. One can be married for years, think they know someone, and be surprised. One day, not much more than a year ago, I was surprised. Something happened, my wife said something that was truly naive, I don't remember what it was, but it was very funny. It's not the first time I've laughed at her over something she's said I found funny, but whatever she said it really was funny. I laughed and laughed, and my son laughed with me. I know I said something to my son about how funny it was. We came into his room and we were still laughing. My wife strangely followed. She said nothing, and I did not bother to try and stop laughing. I may have even said something else to him about it while I was in there. I was sitting on my sons' bed and my wife stood right above me. I sat luckily with my legs rather tight. Suddenly and without warning, her right hand reached between my legs for my balls. I felt a finger or two on my balls and/or perhaps a thumb. I don't know if she was able to squeeze really, but suddenly I felt a tremendous rush of adrenaline as I immediately grabbed at her arm and moved attempting to save my balls. I was able to get to my feet without her squeezing or grasping them, but she suddenly and nearly immediately reached for them again. I parried and dodged and moved and avoided her grip again. She had a serious look on her face, not an angry one, but a focused one. She continued after my balls as I maneuvered away from her and the bedroom wall towards the door, allowing myself more room to move. To my great surprise, she gave chase, getting close and reaching out for my balls. A year of karate training in my youth kicked in as I began to use my arm to block her grabs. Karate kid style I blocked her grabs. As she continued, I asked her what she was trying to do, was she going to destroy my balls. She gave no definite answer. I don't remember exactly what she said, but it was non-committal and did not answer the question. For all the times I'd fantasized about getting my balls injured by a beautiful woman, or even held and controlled by an angry woman, when immediately faced with that prospect, I wasn't about to give the up. I was trying to save and protect them. Her onslaught lasted quite a while. At some point she was enjoying seeing me on the defensive. I think she began to smile and even giggle slightly. My memory Is a little fuzzy because I was focused on saving my balls, she was relentless and chased me all over the house. I began to tire and wondered how long I could keep this up. I thought about punching her in the face, but the totality of the situation did not dictate that. Besides, I love my wife. I'm not sure I could ever do that to her. Going very offensive I think would have been and would be the only way to stave off a situation like this, however. If a stranger were after your balls like this, you would have to knock them out or hurt them if you wanted to stop them. Finally after around ten minutes her grabbing subsided. She halted her assault. I think perhaps the lesson was given. Maybe her anger had just subsided. "What were your going to do if you got my balls?" I asked. No answer came, just a slight smile. She never did answer the question, it was her little secret. I don't think she was really going to destroy them, perhaps hurt them a bit. I may never know. Very shortly she announced she was going to bed. She disappeared into the bedroom, leaving me to contemplate her now seeming very sexy reaction and aggression. My dick began to harden and stiffen as I sat on the couch, but then my adrenaline, which I had been full of, began to wear off. I then began to notice something I had not before. Pain in my testicles. Great pain. How did this happen I wonder? My mind began to flash back. She had not gotten me one time I didn't think. Where did this happen? Her hands had initially touched my testicles, had she applied pressure then? I didn't think so, yet the throbbing in my testicles was the undeniable proof that at some point in our encounter she had managed to hurt them. I am not exactly sure when, most likely when she first grabbed at them. Anyway, my balls hurt all night. They hurt the next day on and off. I told my wife she had gotten and hurt them at some point. No real response and no apology. They hurt on and off for months. They hurt longer than they did when she had squeezed them years before. I began to wonder if they would ever stop hurting, bur finally after a couple of months they did. Was that encounter erotic? Despite the pain afterward yes, but I wouldn't want to make a habit of it. Did it make me look at my wife a little differently? Yes, perhaps with a little more respect. When she inferred about hurting my nuts, it wasn't necessarily a completely idle threat. What was somewhat troubling was the long-lasting pain I felt from what was certainly not a real squeeze on her part. What could those terribly strong little metal bending hands of her do if she grasped and really bore down on my balls? That is a question perhaps best left unanswered. This is a factual account and my best memory of this event.