My wife and the Amazon Next Door. By Beta Man Brad discovers the hard way how his marriage won't be the same after witnessing the Amazon next door. I lay on my side between my wife's thighs, my head being crushed. She smiled at me and tried to stifle a laugh. "I've always thought you could do with a little colour in your cheeks, but didn't think it would be purple. Just tap and I'll stop, or are you enjoying this in your own way?", she asked. "Of course I'm not", I blustered,,"this has to stop now Charlotte, release me now or...." "Or what Brad? What will you do, turn violet?", she looked at me with a bemused expression on her face, and then reached behind her and took hold of my penis, "and this little fellow feels like he's enjoying himself, so maybe you're not being entirely truthful". This was not how I had envisaged my evening going when I left work earlier. On my way home I'd bought all the ingredients for a romantic meal, as a prelude to a long desired evening of love-making. I thought I'd prepare the meal while Charlotte was at her keep fit class, then wine and dine her and then, assuming she still had some energy after her class, take her to bed. Arriving home, I was pleased to find the house empty, so put the ingredients in the kitchen, and then went upstairs to change. It was while in the bedroom that I heard unusual noises coming from next door. I went to the window and saw April, my statuesque neighbour, performing a reverse headscissors on a man beneath her. He was groaning and writhing in pain, while April seemed to be squeezing him rhythmically, if the undulations of her frankly magnificent ass was anything to go by. She stopped and stood up, at which point her true Amazonian beauty could be appreciated. She was just over six foot tall, though the majority of that seemed to be legs. She had a fabulous bosom, that seemed to strain most things she wore, her current bikini top being no exception. She had a pretty face, with a friendly open expression, and blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. She picked the man up and then falling backwards she threw him over her head to land face first on the ground that was covered with crash mats. He looked dazed as he staggered to his feet only to receive a flying drop kick to his chest which felled him once more. Without hesitation she wrapped her legs around his neck and shoulders and locked him in an armbar. Again he yelped and asked her to stop. I was surprised to see that the man was not her partner Drew, as I had assumed, but my brother in law Charlie. Knowing how good Charlie was at athletics, I was shocked at how easily April seemed to be not only man-handling him like a ragdoll, but also simply controlling him. I'd wrestled him a couple of times in college, and, though I had a clear weight advantage, he had put up a spirited resistance. But there was no fight left in him now. If there'd been a referee, it would have been stopped, April however, looked like she was enjoying herself far too much to stop. She grabbed him by his hair and started leading him around her garden, as though she were breaking him in, a thought confirmed when she straddled him and started riding him, and slapping him like a jockey would a horse. I'd never seen a woman control and so thouroughly humiliate a man before. I was simultaneously embarassed for Charlie, and yet uncommonly aroused by April's power. I stood transfixed as April stood up and allowed Charlie to get to his feet. He took a swing at her, but she swayed out of reach, before grabbing his arm on the follow through and using his momentum to toss him over and on to his back. He hit the floor with a resounding thud. I think at this point he would have liked to stay down, but April once more pulled him up on to his feet, only to throw him over her hip. She then positioned herself so as to bodyscissor him. He offered little resistance as she slipped one leg beneath him and then started to squeeze. His cries that followed were low and heartfelt, and in stark relief to the delighted expression all over April's face. I wasn't sure why, but I felt equally scared and aroused by the sight of my brother in law being destroyed by this happy amazon, who seemed to enjoy and relish her own strength. She now sat astride his chest, and started to flex her biceps in a display of strength. I hadn't anticipated that she was ripped, but as she began to flex I couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that she might even out-muscle myself. Laid there beneath her, there was nothing Charlie could do to stop her. She now seemed to be encouraging him to feel her muscles. Unthinkingly I found myself reaching into my pants and stroking my erection, while watching April tease and taunt Charlie. I was struggling to understand why I found it so powerfully erotic, but the proof that I did lay in my hand. But just as I felt I was edging towards coming, April looked up and directly at me. She held my gaze and I momentarily froze. For a second or two I stood stock still and hoped she was looking in my direction but not at me. But I could tell by the lascivious smile that she gave me, that she knew I was there. I hoped that she might be oblivious as to the effect she was having on me, but it became clear that she was now performing for me, she manouvered him into a forward headscissors, but instead of looking directly at Charlie while she squeezed, she looked instead at me. As I imagined those powerful thighs squeezing me, I began to find myself increasing my stroke. April shifted, and put Charlie into a figure four neck hold, though at this point Charlie had ceased to exist as a meaningful person in the events unfolding. Yes he'd groan, cry and even tap out, but this was now solely between April and myself. Or at least it was until I heard a familiar voice: "What are you doing?", asked Charlotte from the doorway into the bedroom. Shocked, I turned to face her while discreetly trying to slide my hand out of my pants. "I...I...bought dinner, for a romantic meal", I said. "And that excited you so much, you thought you better come upstairs and knock one out?", Charlotte asked looking from my face to my erection, and back again. "It's not what you think", I offered. "So you're not standing at the window getting sexuallyy aroused by April beating the hell out of Charlie?", Charlotte asked, smiling at me. "Maybe it is what you think", I smiled nervously. Charlotte came to the window and waved at April, who waved back. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me", I apologised, "one minute I was watching Charlie let her beat him up and then it just...I found myself touching myself" "So just to be clear, are you taking responsibility for neither your hand nor your penis?" Charlotte asked. "I'm sorry, it's all me", I replied, "I'm just not certain how, or why. Yes April is hot, but I would not normally relinquish control...but watching how April took advantage of Charlie' abdicating his superior strength... "Brad, I think I have to stop you there. Look I'm not in the slightest bit concerned about what you were doing. As you said, unnecessarily, April is hot, but I do take issue with your contention that April was given her power by Charlie", Charlotte looked me keenly in the eyes, "Charlie is powerless to stop her". If I had given her words a moment to sink in, I would have realised I'd just been given a Get Out Of Jail card, and I would have ducked out of the situation unscathed, but there was a point of principle at stake, so I blundered in: "Look I've wrestled Charlie a few times and I can say without any qualification, that he is a resolute and stubborn fighter, who stays at the task in hand to the bitter end". "Well if you've struggled to defeat Charlie, I'd say you need to keep well away from April, or she'll ride you round that garden like a horse on the way to the knackers yard", Charlotte said, now laughing. "And what makes you such an expert?", I asked. "Well between the ages of 14 and....last year, I have, as his younger sister, fought and beaten Charlie up. I haven't kept score but I imagine it's around 312-0. These days we maybe only fight at family holidays, but throughout my teenage years it was usually two or three times a week, and you're right he was stubborn, but he was not skilled". I looked on incredulously. "While it was fun to beat him to begin with, it started to tire quite quickly, I started to beat him as quickly and as efficiently as possible, not for one moment thinking what long term effect that this might have on his fragile male ego. At least April has the look of an Amazonian warrior, so there's less shame losing to her. Once or twice I've considered losing to him, but he always says or does something that provokes me, and before you know it I've won again". I was unsure if this was an elaborate shaggy dog story or not. "So you wrestle?", I asked. "Yes, but only women. Having seen the damage that can be done to the fragile male psyche..." "What's that smell?", I asked, before theatrically sniffing the air. "It smells an awful lot like bullshit". "Brad, nothing would give me more pleasure than proving my prowess, but the fact that you're sceptical, would seem to indicate a fragile male ego at work. Why don't you go downstairs and make that lovely romantic meal you were so looking forward to cooking?" "Charlotte, no offence but a little rough and tumble with your teenage brother, does not make you a WWE Diva." "Ten minutes of wrestling and we'll both know who the diva is", she gave me a long hard stare I'd never seen before, "but you need to consider Brad if this is what you want, because once that delicate male ego is broken it takes a hell of lot to put it back together again". "It's on, let's do this", I found myself saying. "I'll pop round to April's to see if we can use the mats in her garden. I'll fight in this fitness outfit. You change into whatever's comfortable, then call around. I'll be waiting". Charlotte was gone, before I'd had a chance to consider what was happening. I was confident of beating my wife, but a little anxious about seeing April so soon after I'd been so stirred by her performance.!! I wore baggy shorts and a running vest. I walked round the side of April's house to her back garden. April and Charlotte were laid on sun loungers chatting as though they hadn't a care in the world. I tried to muster a non-chalant hello to April. She looked back at me and smiled, "Are you sure you're up to this?", she asked, "it's just Charlotte tells me you haven't been feeling yourself lately", she turned to Charlotte, "or was it he had been feeling himself?". They both burst out laughing. "So how do you want to do this?", I asked. They both stood up and approached me. April moving around me, Charlotte standing still in front. Looking at Charlotte, I was surprised at how much I had failed to notice, despite sleeping with her most nights. Yes she was five inches shorter and possibly three or four stone lighter than me, but standing in front of me with a determined look on her face, I could see that her legs, and particularly her thighs, were more than toned, they were muscular, more so than my own. I made a mental note to stay away from them. Her whole body had a toned fit quality, it possessed a vigour that I was surprised had by-passed me. April began by asking, "What do you want from this? I imagine you have opposing goals". "To break his fragile male ego", replied Charlotte. April stopped beside Charlotte, "Well then you need to challenge him where he feels most secure. He can see your lower half is stronger than his, so challenge his upper body strength, he can't refuse, and once you defeat him there, his whole body confidence will shatter, and it will be easy to finish him off at your own pace and on your own terms after that". Though ostensibly a pep talk for Charlotte, April never looked away from me once, and I fear I could feel just how fragile my male ego might be, and we'd not yet taken to the mats. "Are we doing this?", I asked. "My, somebody's in a hurry to have his world turned upside down", said Charlotte moving to within striking distance, "Shall we start with a test of strength?". She offered her hands, and I hesitated. Charlotte looked at April and smiled. I gripped her hands and applied all the strength I could muster to force her to her knees, but she remained steadfast and strong. "You've got him beaten already", called April, who was really starting to annoy me. I was wondering if there was any point continuing what felt like a stalemate, when I suddenly felt a wave of strength push my hands and wrists back. I looked at Charlotte who looked like the cat who'd got the cream. Her pleasure increased as she could see the panic on my face, as slowly but surely she brought me to my knees. At this point I couldn't think straight and froze, but she chose to push me sideways on to the floor. As I crashed to the mat I felt her wrap her thighs around my neck in a forward headscissors, and then begin to squeeze. "He thinks it's all over..it is now", chuckled April. I lay on my side between my wife's thighs, my head being crushed. "I've always thought you could do with a little colour in your cheeks, but didn't think it would be purple. Just tap and I'll stop, or are you enjoying this in your own way?", she asked. "Of course I'm not", I blustered,,"this has to stop now Charlotte, release me now or...." "Or what Brad? What will you do, turn violet?", she reached behind her and took hold of my penis, "and this little fellow feels like he's enjoying himself, so maybe you're not being entirely truthful". "You do know if you don't release me, I'm going to be really angry? I can't guarantee I won't hurt you", I bluffed. "Like this?", she replied squeezing me even tighter, "or this?", now squeezing me so I believed I might pass out. "Charlotte let me go please, and we can forget all of this". "Brad I had you beaten within a minute. You're lying between my legs at my complete mercy, and now you say we can forget all of this, I don't think so. What you need to do is either admit you are weaker than me and that I own your sorry ass, or prepare yourself for the biggest beating of your life". Contrary to all the evidence, I still believed I could triumph, "You were lucky, I wasn't ready..." "I'm glad you weren't courageous enough to acknowledge your frailty, now I get to show you exactly what I can do to you". "Are you ready this time?", asked April archly, "if it were me I'd hurt his right arm so that he can't use it, and then render his left leg useless too, and then once he's defenceless, slowly hurt him in ways he'll never forget". I made a mental note to hurt April the first chance I got. "So tell me Brad, I need to know, are you letting me do this, like Charlie let April?", asked Charlotte, releasing me from the headscissors. As I knelt to get up Charlotte took my right arm and pulled it straight behind my back while simultaneously keeping me down by pressing her foot against the back of my neck. Feeling vulnerable and not entirely sure what damage she could do, I remained still, but she quickly rolled me over once more and I found myself locked into an excruciating armbar. I screamed my submission, but it was too late I knew the damage had been done. My right arm now lay limp at my side. "Please Charlotte I unconditionally apologise and submit, don't hurt me anymore. I will never forget what you've taught me today", I pleaded. She looked to April. "I'd keep hurting him, but you have to live with him, so it's your call", said April. Charlotte looked pityingly at me. She shifted again to place me in a front headscissors. She looked me in the eye and said, "Well we have one last piece of unfinished business". She reached down and into my shorts, but this time gripped my balls roughly and began to squeeze hard. I cried aloud. "Remember who these belong to, and if I ever see you pleasuring yourself at that window again, I will take these little fellows and make them into earrings. Do you understand?" I did understand but being squeezed as painfully as I was, I passed out before I could answer. When I came round I found myself in the garden with Drew, who was sitting on the recliner having a beer. "Where's Charlotte and April?", I asked. "Oh apparently Charlotte's making April a romantic dinner at your place", he replied, rolling his eyes and throwing a beer in my direction. I forgot my arm was hurt and watched the bottle fly past me.