Suffocation
By Aj
A muscular wife brings a grown man's fantasies to life. And it almost kills him


I need to be more careful with what I say to people. Especially my wife Tracy.

I was nothing but honest with her from the first day we met. Honest about
everything, right down to my deepest fantasies. I'd learnt my lesson from past
relationships and being that I'm not getting any younger I though I'd reveal
them up front. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect what came next.

Not only did my wildest dreams come true, so did my worst nightmares.

As we speak I'm writing this story from my hospital bed. I have a punctured
lunge, minor internal bleeding, bruised kidneys, 4 broken ribs, 12 stiches
above my right eye, 3 above my left, a broken nose and two very swollen lips
and I can only take food in by means of a straw. My left cheek bone was caved
in and had to be repaired with metal pins to hold it in place and I have one
broken arm. To top this off when my health permits I'm going to have to visit
a dentist to have false teeth put in to replace the 5 missing ones that were
knocked out on that deadly night.

Tracy was struggling with her body after giving birth to our son. She was
slightly over weight and fairly down on herself. The only thing that kept
herself esteem up was the fact that she had very very powerful legs.

When I admitted to Tracy that I loved being physically dominated and hurt by
women and that I loved muscular women she took it upon herself to change her
ways.

Tracy would work out for hours and hours on end in our garage, lifting weight
after weight slowly carving out a devastating physique. She would do cardio in
the form of boxing. Perfecting her punches and kicks upon the hard boxing bag.
It got to the stage that Tracy stopped using gloves on the bag. She loved the
way it made her hands sting when she hit it. Before long she was denting the
bag. We went through 3 professional boxing bags in the first 12 months.

Tracy's physique was outstanding. In 12 short months she had a physique
resembling Heather Policky's and the martial artist skills of Bruce Lee. I was
married to a deadly weapon.

When are son was 12 months old for his b'day he got his first bike. And I got
beaten to within an inch of my life.

When Tracy and I started experimenting with violence and before Tracy started
working out we would play the how quick can you cum game.

Tracy would lie on the bed next to me and talk to me about how powerful she
wanted to become and how much she'd dreamed of hurting me. I would have to
take my cock in my hand and start masturbating. Tracy would give me a time
limit and tell me that if I didn't come in a certain amount of minutes she
would hurt me. The one time we played I came straight away much to Tracy's and
my disappointment. In the lead up to my son's b'day bash excuse the pun Tracy
took this game to another level.

I was in the kitchen washing the dishes when Tracy came out of the garage. She
was dripping with sweat after her work out and her powerful body was scantily
clad in a bikini top and a tiny pair of work out shorts.

"Baby, I wanna play" she said fondling my cock from behind.

"Oh that feels good baby, just let me finish these dishes" I replied. Big
mistake.

"No! I want to play now" Tracy hissed as she put her powerful arm around my
throat and trapped me in a head lock.

With her other arm she pulled down my pants. Revealing my rapidly rising cock.

"Play with yourself now. I'll give you two minutes to come. If you don't I'm
going to knock you out with this" as she spoke she flexed her powerful biceps
causing it to crush my neck.

Trapped in her vice like head lock with her bicep pressing on my neck, my
wind, my air I quickly took my cock in my hand and started stroking myself. I
couldn't breath. I was so scared I started to panic. Thankfully the panicking
made me stoke myself faster and faster and in just under 2 minutes I shot a
load of cum all over the kitchen sink

"Lucky baby" Tracy laughed and she let go of the head lock. Next time I'm
giving you one minute.

She walked out of the kitchen and into the shower as I collapsed on the
kitchen floor coughing and gagging and clutching at my throat.

It was unlike Tracy to decline sex. She knew I was turned on by her muscular
body and for months after the kitchen incident she withheld all sexual favours
from me. She would fuck me with toys, suck my cock or force me to make myself
cum but she would never let me fuck her. It was almost like I wasn't allowed
to touch her physique until she had finished carving it out. Like a sculptor.
Tracy was still having sex though don't get me wrong

She would pleasure herself with her vibrator 3 times daily. Leaving the cum
all over my pillow for me to find at bed time. She would tie me up after
sucking my cock, straddle my face and grind her hot wet pussy on my lips and
nose until she came. Sometimes she got so hot flexing I reckon because I'd
hear her in the shower moaning and screaming.

The toys Tracy used weren't restricted to the vibrator as I found out one
night.

Watching tv one night Tracy called me into the bed room. When I got there she
pulled a metal dog chain out from behind her back, forcefully put it around my
neck and threw me onto the bed. Tracy hooked the other end of the chain on the
bed head so I couldn't escaped. On all fours on the bed I was stripped naked.
Tracy then proceeded to ram a giant strap on didlo up my ass. Her bucks and
thrusts were so powerful I could only scream out in pain. Every time I
screamed Tracy would pull the chain cutting off my scream and my oxygen. Once
she was satisfied I had been fucked enough she would leave me chained to the
bed and whip me until my back bled. She would then lie down next to me and
make me watch her pleasure herself.

The violence we'd discussed. The muscles we'd discussed. The choking was
becoming a worry. None more so than one day after work when I walked in the
door and was attacked.

Tracy was waiting at the front door and acted as if she was opening it for me
to be nice. When I walked past her she pulled my arm up behind my back and
forced me into the bedroom again! Once in there she tied my right wrist to the
bed head with a satin tie and gave me my instructions.

"Hi baby welcome home from work. It's time to play the how quick can you come
game again ok. Although this time I'm not going to use my bicep to choke you
or the dog chain. The bicep hurts and the chain leaves marks and I'm in a kind
mood Darling. So, ready, set, go !" Tracy instructed.

My pants pulled down and one free hand I started stroking myself. "This isn't
so bad I thought"

"Oops forgot something" Tracy giggled.

I heard a rustling noise from behind me. I was just about to turn around and
see what it was when I felt a freezer bag pulled tight over my head and the
sound of sticky tape being pulled off the roll. Tracy and pulled the bag tight
making sure I had no air to begin with and so that her hands were free, she's
put tape around my neck closing off the plastic bag.

"Better be quick this time baby. Oh, no time limit this time either. Just
don't pass out on me"

I began stroking my cock in a panic. Hoping that the quick motions would make
me cum. It wasn't happening this time. I couldn't breath at all, the plastic
bag taste was filling my mouth and blocking my nose with each attempted
breath.

My cock was starting to get hard but I felt as though there was no way I was
going to cum before I passed out.

Tracy must have realised this. "Here let me help" she said as she slip
underneath me and took my cock in her mouth.

I was slowing down. I was using all my energy trying to breath. I took my hand
off my cock and clawed at the plastic bag. Tracy obviously wasn't happy with
me doing so because she crushed my balls between her fingers so hard that I
groaned in pain.

I still couldn't breath. I was drifting in and out of consciousness. I came at
the last second, harder than I ever had before. Tracy caught my gush in her
mouth and gagged at the force of which it hit the back of her throat. I was
almost out cold when one of her long pink painted fingernails slit the bag
just above my lips. Air sweet sweet air. I ripped the bag off my face and
rolled over onto my back and suck in gulps of air.

Tracy lay next to me with a smile on her face.

After coming slow close to unconsciousness I decided to avoid Tracy the next
day. I loved experimenting, I loved her power but I was becoming scared. For
my life.

It was only a matter of time before one of her games became dangerous.

Waking up the morning of our son's b'day I felt relief. To hear Tracy humming
and singing first thing in the morning was a godsend. She was happy. It was
our sons b'day, It was going to be a special day.

"Hi Darling" she said as she kissed my cheek. "Sorry about the other day, I
guess the plastic bag was a little over the top"

I was amazed. I wondered what had brought this change on. For the first time
in a long time she was nice, wasn't forceful, had made me coffee in bed and
was conservatively dressed.

Tracy was wearing a black and white pin strip mini skirt and a very nice white
blouse. Her powerful legs were obvious under the skirt but there was going to
be no way of hiding them.

She had cute black and white high heels on also.

The b'day party ran very smooth. Our son got spoilt with presents and cake and
had friends over and thoroughly enjoyed his day. As much as a one year old
can. B'days for kids that young are mainly for the parents to get together and
drink. That's what I did anyway.

The guests all left, Tracy closed the door as we waved the last two away. A
couple named Lisa and Mike.

I turned to Tracy "that went well"

Tracy had a look of fire in her eyes as she turned back from the door. "What
went well the party of you chatting up Lisa?"

I was shocked. I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Don't give me that look I saw you all close and cuddly with her"

Smash. Her fist shot out and split my eyebrow open. Blood starting running
down my cheek. I cried out. "What the hell are you on about"

Crack, crack. Tracy delivered a left and right combination that further split
the same eye brow and crushed my opposite cheekbone.

I stammered back and fell against the wall. That's when Tracy sprang. She
leapt on me and straddled my upper body with her thighs, constricting my torso
and crushing my ribs. I cried out as I heard them start to snap one at a time.
Tracy did a variety of double bicep poses and lat spreads and most muscular's.
The mere width of her body tearing the blouse right off.

Blow after blow landed on my face. There were no words. Just a look of fire.
Fists connected with my face, splitting my other eyebrow, closing my eye due
to the swelling. My jaw was broken and my teeth were knocked out. The shreds
of Tracy's blouse now covered in my blood.

"You wanna fuck me don't you, fine here you go" she hissed.

Tracy ripped the remaining clothes off her body and mine. Surprisingly my cock
was rock hard.

Tracy lowered herself onto my cock and thrust up and down. Still delivering
blows to my upper torso and face.

Tracy came with a scream, cum running down my legs. I came not long after in a
gush. When Tracy could tell that I had come she delivered her final blow. A
powerful upper cut that put my remaining teeth through my bottom lip and broke
my jaw in yet another place.

"Good night bitch" I could hear her say as I blacked out.

That's when I woke up here. At the beginning of the story.

Tracy and I are yet to speak. I don't know if I can at the moment. Even when
my body allows me to I don't know if I will

She scares me.

At the same time she turns me on.

Lying here in this hospital bed thinking about the pain she caused me has made
my cock grow hard again.

The End