The Girl Next Door
By Montrose
She comes to a married man's rescue

I couldn't be called hen pecked. Brow beaten comes closer. Dominated is really more to 
the point. I'll admit, it's obvious as we walk down the street who is in charge between me 
and my wife, Helen. We are of comparable size, 5 feet 11 inches and 160 pounds. But 
while I carry a little padding in my middle and walk a bit hunched from long hours at my 
desk job, lovely Helen strides like a warrior and has the muscle tone to match. Her eye 
meets everyone's levelly and unwavering. Her grip is sure.  I walk three steps behind and 
carry our bags. I nod and grin like an idiot, not offering a hand when I meet someone.

To be honest, her power is part of what attracted me to her. 20 years ago when we were 
thrust together by well meaning friends I thought she wouldn't even bother filling out the 
hours of our blind date. But her friend must have known she was looking for a mouse. 
What did I have to offer her beyond subservience? At least I earn a good living, I'm steady, 
and I am told I'm rather good looking in an understated way. That first night, instead of a good 
night kiss after a cocktail back at her place she forced me to my knees and made me serve 
her desire. Apparently I did a good job, because she set up another date for us the next 
weekend. 

She didn't ask. She told me. That is how it has stayed between us. There was no proposal 
of marriage. After a year she told me we were getting married. She re-wrote the vows so 
that I said love, honor and obey. Hers said to have and to hold.

I don't mind that the sex is rough, nor that I am forced to serve her pleasure for little in return. 
I don't even mind being the one to do all the house work even though she doesn't have a job. 
It's the ass whippings she gives me just for sport that are getting old after all these years. 
I mean, I am constantly bruised and limping. When she walks past me in the house 
sometimes she raises a hand as if to strike just to watch me jump. If my flinching doesn't 
satisfy her ego she lays into me for a while until I show more fear and submission. And god forbid 
she is mad about anything. She beats me like a rented mule sometimes.

I swear I never had the nerve to run my eyes over the girl next door, Annie. Not as she 
grew from a gangly 14 year old. Not now 2 years after her sweet 16 party. Not as she walks 
to school in her swinging uniform skirt. Not now that her legs have grown firm and long, curved in 
a way that makes my heart skip a beat. Not even now that her figure has caught up with her 
height and turned her into a towering and powerful young goddess with a blonde pony tail.

All right, so maybe lately I notice her.

That would explain the beating Helen gave me when she caught me watching Annie 
playing a little solo basketball in her driveway. The girl moves like a natural athlete - 
always had been a tomboy. Her tank top barely covers her big young hooters any more. 
They dance around in time to her leaping about with the ball. (Holy shit, she can slam 
dunk!) The tight shorts ride up her big round ass as she hangs from the rim!

That's when Helen pulled me from the window and started slapping me silly. Ever since 
then I get beating whenever Helen sees me and Annie at the same time. It's gotten so I 
run whenever I see Annie.

And damn if that didn't peak the young things curiosity! "Is something wrong, Mr. 
Tanner?" she sometimes calls after me. Once I made it into the house and I could hear 
Annie talking with a girlfriend.

"What's eating him?" asked the friend.

"Not sure." Replied Annie. "I think he likes me." I heard them giggling as they walked 
down the street. 

"So he's shy? That's cute... Are you gonna make a move for him?" I heard the friend ask. I 
didn't hear Annie's reply.

Then came the summer Saturday when life changed.

I was on my knees pulling weeds under the watchful eye of Helen who stood over me 
sipping a tea with lemon I had given her earlier.

"Just look at that big, stupid cunt!" She snapped under her breath. 

I didn't look. I knew it was Annie she meant. The Annie I could feel from the back of my 
neck. The one I could hear slipping into their hammock - the chains creaked under her 
weight.

"I hope she gets skin cancer!" Snarled Helen. "How much flesh does she need to expose 
anyway?" 

I couldn't help myself. I looked. Two things happened. First I saw Annie wearing a bikini 
top and shorts that were barely enough to be called panties. On her fleshy form they 
looked like nothing at all. She must weigh in over 175 and top 6 feet, maybe an inch more! 
The second thing was Helen's foot traveled at the speed of light up my ass.

I fell face first into the dirt. I don't even try to fight back anymore.

Helen dropped on me and proceeded to push my head into the moist earth like it was a bulb 
for later bloom. "Keep your eyes on your work you fucking prick!" She snarled.

"Hi Mr. Tanner!" I suddenly heard Annie's voice quite near. "What seems to be the 
trouble?"

I pulled my head up in time to see that Helen was as startled as I to see the girl standing 
so close. Helen had to back up a step or put up with the indignity of having Annie's rack 
(twice the size of hers) pressed into her left shoulder. 

"Who the fuck called you over, bi..." began Helen. The rest was cut off by a quick slap 
from Annie that sent Helen back an extra step and shot her head to the left. A bright red 
hand-print appeared on her right cheek.

Do not swear, Mrs. Tanner." Said Annie calmly. "Besides I wasn't talking to you."

"Well, you are now you slut!" snarled Helen and she went in for the attack. Instead of 
stumbling back Annie leaned into it and backed Helen up on her heals. Her height and 
weight advantage overwhelmed Helen's savage attack! I had seen Helen duck into seedy 
bars just to kick ass for 15 minutes of fun, taking on 3 or 4 big men at a time. But this girl 
from next door was giving her all she could handle!

After three steps backwards Annie had control of both of Helen's wrists. She twisted 
them, forcing Helen to bow to her with her arms bent up and back, then she stuck Helen's 
head between her hard thighs - just under those tight fitting panties - I mean shorts. 
I saw the top of my wife's head pop out from under Annie's rump. Then Annie's leg muscles 
went stiff.

Helen screamed.

Annie let go of Helen's hands and just stood there looking down at my wife wailing and 
thrashing with her head stuck under her butt!

"Oh my god!" I gasped.

Annie turned and smiled at me. "I hope you don't mind, Mr. Tanner. But her pushing you 
around was just getting on my nerves. I felt like doing something about it."

I crawled over, fearing to stand. "You... you can take her?" I stammered softly.

"LET ME GO YOU BIG..." Helen stopped when Annie flexed. "OUCH!" screamed 
Helen.

Annie giggled. "Piece of cake, really. I'm just getting started. Do you wanna watch?"

I just stared up at this angel... this goddess... this girl. She smiled down. Helen was 
getting weaker and quieter as her air ran low.

Annie pulled Helen's head out from her legs then lifted her easily onto her shoulders, 
across them, face up. It looked quite uncomfortable the way she pulled down on Helen's 
jaw and knee. Annie didn't seem to even be working hard. "Come on and watch." She 
encouraged. "It'll be fun!" and she strode into my house.

Trying to hide my advanced erectile tissue, I followed in her wake, watching her firm 
waggling hips.

I watched by the door, ready to bolt if things changed. Annie dropped Helen roughly to 
the floor and prodded her with a foot. "Come on, you old hag." Encouraged Annie. 
"Don't tell me you're beat already! What fun is that?"

Helen slowly gained her feet. I could see she was plotting something. When Annie turned 
to wink at me, Helen made her move. She charged, driving a shoulder into the big girl's 
exposed tummy. It knocked her down and Helen clambered on top, trapping Annie's 
right arm between her legs as she worked to get a choke hold around her neck.

I had the door half open when Annie rolled over letting her rack fall like an avalanche 
onto Helen's face. She lay there, smothering my wife and smiling up at me. Helen, flailed 
helplessly under her.

Again Annie got up before she finished the job. How many times could she continue to 
give that monster extra chances? I wondered. They fought on and on. Each time Annie 
got Helen almost out cold, she would get up and show mercy. Or rather, she would let 
Helen recover enough to fight some more.

Once Annie had Helen on her knees with Helen's face pressed into her rounded belly. 
She winked at me and stopped to show of her biceps. Helen took the opportunity to drive 
a few of her patented punches deep into that young mid-section. Annie puffed and 
doubled over after two of them. Helen staggered to her feet, grabbed Annie by the neck 
and dropped backwards, driving Annie's head into the floor. I thought the tide was turning 
as Helen clamped her hard legs around Annie's neck. I grabbed the door knob but couldn't 
get myself to leave. Annie gagged. Helen clenched down and snarled, "You are gonna pay 
now, cunt!"

But still locked in the scissors Annie stood and pulled Helen upside down. Bending her 
knees, she repeatedly drove Helen's head into the floor. Helen tried to stop it with her arms 
but Annie kept flipping her around as she bent, throwing her off. Finally my wife relented 
and let go, dropping to the floor holding her head. Annie collapsed, sitting on Helen's head 
and chest for a spell until she recovered. She even took the time to do her hair a bit. Helen 
kicked and struggled under the mighty rump.

But Annie didn't even press her advantage then. She got up and bent down smiling "Nice 
try you old sack. You have a good punch. Wanna see mine?"

Helen shook her head, no. She didn't want any part of Annie's punch. But Annie pulled 
her to her feet and backed her into a wall anyway. She delivered 2 punches to Helen's 
gut. Helen looked like she would barf. Annie let her slide to her knees holding her red 
stomach. Then she turned her back on Helen and trapped her head on the wall with her 
face up her ass. "Now where was I?" Asked Annie. "Oh yes!" And she went back to 
smiling at me and showing off her muscle while she smothered my wife with her butt.

Time and again Annie took Helen to the brink of passing out only to get up and flirt with 
me while she waited for Helen to regain herself enough to fight some more. And each 
time, Helen seemed ready for more, so deep was her anger. She would pull herself up to 
see Annie with her lips on my ear and her hand down my pants and she would just go 
nuts trying to beat this mountain of a girl.

At least for a couple hours. Eventually she crawled to her knees and asked. "What... 
what is it you want of me!" she was almost crying, but she wouldn't let herself.

"Want?" Annie looked like the idea hadn't occurred to her as she slowly fondled my 
cock. "How about you keep attacking? That's been fun!" Annie took my cock out of my 
pants and waved it in Helen's face. I was rock hard.

Helen shook her head, wet and defeated. She couldn't stand anymore. "I can't." she 
whimpered.

"Oh." Sighed Annie with a pout. "Then how about you kiss my big ass and apologize for 
using bad words to me." She turned her back on Helen and dropped her shorts to her 
ankles (no panties - blonde triangle), exposing her butt in my wife's face.

For a fleeting moment I thought Helen was going to find the strength to fight on. But 
instead she stuffed her face up that sweet young ass and licked (and yes I was jealous).

"Oooo!" purred Annie. "Mr. Tanner, I hope your tongue is as much fun as your wife's!" 

I gulped. I wished Helen had ever licked my ass. I wished I was licking Annie's right now.

"Mr. T and I are going up to have sex now, bitch." said Annie. "Oooo... you can rim me 
while we do."

Helen snarled, but her face staid up Annie's butt.

I was obviously not Annie's first, but I'm guessing I was her first experienced man. I 
definitely taught her a thing or two, which was satisfying. Annie kept Helen close by to 
fetch us snacks, to provide and extra mouth, and to make her witness the entire thing. 
Helen didn't seem impressed, just pissy. But she obeyed every command Annie gave her.

Once I had Annie saturated with juice and panting and happy she purred, "Mr. T... 
anytime that bitch gives you trouble, you just let me know. Cuz I'll be VERY happy to 
come back here and do this again!" she giggled.

Helen glared at me. I decided to test how defeated she was while I still had Annie close. 

"There may be one thing you can learn from Helen, miss." I said to Annie.

"What?" asked Annie, looking to play along.

"Helen." I barked waving my half limp dick at her. "Show Annie your best blow job." 
Heck, I might as well use this chance to get my first head from my wife.

Annie laughed. "This I gotta see."

But damn if Helen didn't stun us both! Who knew she was a champion at ball slurping? 
She certainly never tried it on me before! But she dropped me on my back and made me 
peak beyond reason. She did things to me with her mouth that the 18-year old was unable 
to do using her entire firm body! And she did it with gallons of pleasure to spare!

In the end Helen sucked me to explosion, letting half of it blast on her own face then 
turned my hose on Annie and splattered her too. I lay in a pool of sweat, moaning. Annie 
sat with her mouth hanging open, cum dripping from her lip.

"Top that, bitch." Snapped Helen, finally victorious, dripping sperm from her chin.

Annie was humbled. She lowered her eyes. She knew she couldn't top it. Not at her 
tender age anyway.

Helen got up and strutted off to the bathroom, shaking her fine ass all the way. She 
slammed the door.

The only noise for a while was my panting. Finally Annie said. "The next time she does 
that, I'm having a video camera ready and I'm taking notes."

We both laughed. "Shall we say next Friday night?" I moaned.

"It's a date!" laughed Annie.

And that's how Annie made a small fortune selling blow job videos on the internet. She 
also learned enough to become the most popular girl in school.

And that is also why Helen now does some of the work around our house, at least when 
Annie is in town. Mind you she still dominates me, but not so painfully. And she even 
gives me head now and then when the cameras aren't rolling. To be honest, the marriage 
has never been better!