The First Lady
A Story by A-Man
First lady tires of the roving eye of her husband and decides to take  
appropriate action.

Disclaimer: Any similarities between this story and any 
characters, either living or dead, or events past or present; is 
totally coincidental and not meant to offend anyone or relate to 
anyone in any fashion.  Remember, this story is pure fiction and 
for entertainment purposes only and has never happened and 
probably never will! 
  
  Newspaper headlines were once again filled with lurid tales of 
the president engaging in possible sexual liaisons with women 
that worked for him. These stories was not new to the first lady,  
as she had been through this many times. None of the stories 
were, of course, ever proven, but they continued to be a major 
source of distraction for her. Oddly enough the president always 
carried on with business as usual. She tried to avoid the issue 
at first, but that did not work. Many times she confronted him, 
but he only denied it. After all of the tears and denials they 
decided upon an arrangement.  As long as they were the heads of 
state, all sexual affairs, or even the slightest appearance of 
them, would cease.  After all they both enjoyed power and this 
should surely be enough to occupy most people. However, the 
president was a man first and the sins of the flesh are indeed 
very tempting, not that his wife was undesirable because she was 
very beautiful. He simply, could not resist all the women, 
throwing themselves at him. The president seemed more interested 
in quantity rather than quality.
  These latest headlines were the last straw for the first lady. 
In the privacy of their bedroom, she once again confronted him 
with these latest allegations. He coolly brushed her aside, 
advising her not to believe all the trash she reads.
"Half of the trash I read, are stories we plant in the press, she 
yelled! I want to know if there is any truth in this particular 
trash?"  The irate woman continued her tirade, "we had an 
agreement that you would control yourself and you just can't do 
it!  I've tried ignoring it, screaming about it, crying about it 
and you continue to have these secret liaisons. There's only one 
way left to make you stop;  I'm going to beat the living hell out 
of you."
  The president was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his 
composure. "Look dear, I am what I am, and I'm not going to 
change. Believe me, there is absolutely no truth in these 
stories. They are only put out by people interested in smearing 
me. Nothing will ever come of this scandal,"  he assured her.
  The first lady was not buying this line anymore. She was tired 
of the snide remarks in public, the running TV jokes, and all the 
humiliation. She would be the "good wife"  no more. My martyr 
days are over and so are your screwing around days, the fiery 
tempered woman informed him. This is the only way to get your 
attention.
  Before a very surprised president, the first lady stripped down 
to a seductive, very low cut black sheer bra and the briefest of 
thong panties. One tends to forget what a beautiful and sultry 
figure she could cut. 
His sexual appetite had been whetted and he wanted to have 
her...now! The first lady answered , "Let's get ready to rumble."
  The president laughingly replied " you must be kidding? We've 
never settled our differences in this way. Let's just hop in the 
sack and forget all this nonsense. Honey, you must be crazy to 
think you could beat me, why I'm bigger and stronger than you. 
There is just no way for you to defeat me."  The first lady just 
stood there with her hands tapping on her hips and a cocky 
defiant smile on her lusciously inviting red lips. She spoke not 
a word, but merely beckoned him to the mat with her inviting 
motioning  finger. The president mockingly asked "so, I guess you 
mean, before I can chase another sweet young ass, I've got to 
kick yours?"
 " That's right honey, she replied and I don't think you can. The 
Secret Service can protect you from anybody but me! Right now I'm 
the biggest danger to you in the world; but don't worry I won't 
visibly mark you, but you'll know who the boss is when I'm done."  
The first lady was serious and fired up for action!
  The president was totally aroused by this new spitfire side of 
his wife and  the thought of having to now physically dominate 
her. He told her he would have to set her straight.... in a 
horizontal position, of course.
 He stripped down to his briefs and readied for combat with a 
woman for the first time. Was this the first time a president and 
first lady went to the mats to decide the fate of a nation? 
Maybe.
The first lady gave up about seven inches in height and about 65 
pounds in weight, but she showed no fear. Her icy blue eyes and 
firm spectacular figure stood poised for action. They were now 
facing each other in combat for the first time, waiting to see 
who would make the first move. She seductively circled her 
opponent, knowing full-well the distracting effects her sensual 
movements had on him. In the dimly lit room he was mesmerized by 
the hypnotic motion of her body in a form of erotic choreography. 
Sensing her control the first lady fearlessly flung her self at 
him and they both went to the ground in a heap. They rolled 
around on the floor, each seeking to gain an advantage.  With his 
superior weight and strength this match figured to be merely a 
form of physical sexual fore-play for the president. Eventually 
he wound up on top, pinning her wrists to the carpet. "Well, 
well, well, he laughed, what have we here, another prize for the 
president?" While he continued to babble on, the first defiant 
lady neatly wrapped her long sleek, shapely legs around his 
waist. She had never used them in this fashion before; but there 
is a first time for everything and now this was indeed different, 
so she squeezed...hard! Real hard!! His smile was quickly erased 
from his face, as his eyes rolled up into his head. Immediately, 
he released her wrists. He pulled and pried at her legs hoping to 
gain his release. These legs which had afforded him such pleasure 
in the past, now had turned against him. The first lady was 
astonished at the powerful effect of her magnificent legs. She 
also delighted watching his futile, squirming efforts to escape.  
The first lady, eager for more exciting action,  slightly 
released her crunching scissors hold.  Gradually he was able to 
move them apart just enough to escape, but the damage of her 
attack was unmistakable, his once supremely confident demeanor 
had definitely faded.
  The first lady, always famous for her temper, was also highly 
regarded as a fearless competitor for her mental tenaciousness. 
now apparently she was adding physical toughness.Where had she 
been hiding this physical side all this time? Hardly breaking a 
sweat, she graciously waited for her embarrassed husband to get 
up before resuming their match. When he was finally ready, they 
squared off again, with the confident first lady again circling 
her very confused and totally clueless opponent. She feigned 
attacking his leg in a sucker take down maneuver, which he fell 
for.  Instead the first lady cocked her fist and launched a 
vicious blow to his unprotected mid-section. This was not his 
strongest area and her punch produced sweet results. It knocked 
the wind, clear out of him. Now with both hands at the ready in 
her finest boxing stance the first lady repeated this assault 
with a barrage of short sharp well-placed  shots to his mid-
section. One after another they landed and she delighted as each 
punch disappeared further and further into the deepest recesses 
of his gut. Gasping  for air he dropped to one knee. Sucking in 
wind from his prone position he tried to push her away.  Not to 
be denied, and quick as a cat, she attacked again. No longer 
waiting for him to rise, she was on him, this time applying a 
crunching, devastating headlock. The weakened president fought 
valiantly, but could not dislodge her surprisingly strong grip. 
His head was throbbing to the point that it felt as if it had 
caught in a metal vice. Only the fact, that the pert left nipple 
of the first lady's golden globe was poking him in the eye, was 
reminding him that it was his wife who was administering such 
savage punishment.  The first lady drove him down to the floor 
with her all of her well-proportioned weight upon him. 
"You're choking me, you bitch," he screamed.
  "I wouldn't want to do that," she laughed. Suddenly and quite 
surprisingly the amused first lady  released her vicious 
headlock, which left his reddened face gasping for air. The 
president was moaning in pain from her quick strike assault.  As 
he tried to crawl away, the first lady scolded him,  "I'm not 
done yet."  She snared him in a savage full-nelson. She was 
relishing the feel of her physical control over her opponent and 
his increasingly desperate attempts to escape. Her abundant erect 
melons were leaving indentations in his back from the incredible 
pressure she was exerting. She neatly wrapped her legs around his 
waist again and he was now her helpless prisoner, her P.O.W. In 
this desperate position he was clearly angry; he had always been 
accustomed to woman 
catering to his whims and this was certainly not the case. The 
squeeze-a-thon by the first lady lasted about twenty minutes. It 
was excellent therapy for her to torture her husband like this 
and it was a chance for him to atone for his past digressions. 
Although the president previously saw this match as erotic fore-
play, it was now the first lady,  that thought of this match as 
provocatively sensual. Finally she released her captive as he was 
no longer fun and in an almost semi-conscious state.  As a final 
insult she pinned his shoulders to the mat. His resistance was 
minimal to non-existent. "I guess I can beat you", she mockingly 
laughed.
  She told him, "you will never and I mean never  humiliate me 
again!" With that she  reached back and grabbed his manhood as 
his eyes  opened wide suddenly filled with fear.
She continued, " in my hand, I now control the single greatest 
power on earth," then she squeezed. Digging small red marks with 
her nails,she was placing her victory stamp on her opponent.  
Tears welled up in his eyes and slowly streaked down his cheeks 
from this agony and degrading torture. Looking directly into his 
eyes she commanded him to listen. " Each and every time you feel 
the urge to have any  roving hands or promiscuous sexual jollies, 
remember this!" She again squeezed his pitiful member still 
harder, digging her nails in agonizingly deeper. Small crimson 
trickles slowly dripped from her marks. She went on, "now if this 
lecherous conduct of yours still does not stop, we will have more 
of these little learning sessions. I hope I'm being perfectly 
clear, and If  i find it necessary, I will just have to rip your 
balls off with my bare hands!"
  The president had a vacant look in his eyes, having long lost 
the cavalier attitude with which he entered the match. He was 
totally defeated and broken now.  He had always loved his wife 
for her emotional strength and brilliant mind, but he never 
possessed a clue, that her power, could translate into such 
physical and dominating strength.
  When he first lady finally released her strangle hold on his 
staff, she heard a very low "thank you" from her former 
adversary. Repositioning herself over his face she dictated a few 
final instructions.
  "Only I handle this tool, is that understood! That piece of 
equipment will be on call for me 24 hours a day!"  Clearly she 
was fed up being merely the brains behind the man; she demanded a 
sexual stimulation on top of the man. Eventually she dismounted 
the president and saw he could not bear to look her in the eye. 
He was now hers to command forever. She realized she could have 
saved herself a lot of grief, if she had done this a long, long 
time ago.
  As far as the public went, they never really saw any obvious 
difference in their relationship; but you could be sure, there 
never was another scandal. The president did seem much more 
attentive to his wife, but no one made any big deal about it.  
Only the first lady and the president knew what happened that 
eventful evening. By the immensely satisfied smile on the first 
lady's lips where ever she went, one had the sense that this is 
one woman, who now, literally has the world by the balls.