The Wife II
By Montrose



Wherein The Wife story continues

The next morning my wife popped out of bed and bounced into the shower singing
as she shed her teddy. I could hardly move I was so stiff. As she sang in the
shower I stretched a bit.

Twenty minutes later she busts naked from the bathroom and grabs me up in a
bear hug and a good morning kiss. She doesn’t notice my soft moan of pain, but
drops me back to the bed soon enough. She slips a t-shirt on and a pair of red
velvet shorts that are a size too small, then stomps out to the kitchen to
start breakfast – still humming happily. She always has been a morning person,
but she seemed extra chipper. Maybe it only seemed that way because I felt so
slow with the pained muscles from our match the night before.

I hobbled through my shower and got dressed for work. When I sat down for
breakfast she had my plate piled high with sausages eggs and toast. She always
gave me as much as she gave herself then ate whatever I couldn’t finish.

I grabbed the jam jar and tried to open it as she moved around the kitchen
making lunches and cleaning. I was grunting and cursing the jar when she
snatched it away from me, popped the lid off easy as pie, and handed it back
to me without stopping what she was doing. I’m not sure she even noticed she
did it.

I was forced to remember how easily she had trounced me the night before. I
mumbled my thanks and spread jam on my toast.

Staring at my wife’s ample, but firm and rounded backside as she washed dishes
I felt my male ego struggling inside me – I knew that if she wanted to smother
me with that luscious ass there is nothing I could do about it. Or did I know
it? The male ego will tell you lies sometimes. My brain tried to convince me
that last night had been a fluke.

"You have a good time last night?" I asked.

"Oh you know I did, stud." She cooed over her shoulder.

I paused.

"You know..." I cleared my throat. "I was kinda tired last night when we
started."

She stopped working and turned to look me over, leaning against the sink. Her
t-shirt stretched tight across her full chest. Her pert nipples stood erect
against the thin fabric. Her gaze from so high made me feel silly, even though
I know she didn’t want to. "Are you okay with what happened?" she asked.

"I’m just saying I was tired."

She looked down at me some more. "Okay honey. Sure you were." She tried to
keep the condescension out of her tone, but I felt it.

"Really tired." I mumbled.

"I could tell, honey."

I sat smoldering under her eyes for a moment. "Any other time and I could take
you." I almost whispered, trying to convince myself.

"I know."

The more she tried to ease my feelings the madder I got. "Like now!" I said. I
looked her over and regretted the anger rising in me. But then I remembered
upper body strength! "I bet I could beat you arm wrestling!" I almost shouted.

Her eyes twinkled. Was she stifling a giggle? She turned back to the sink. "Of
course you could." She said. Was she laughing?

"So let’s do it!"

She sighed. Then she dried her hands and sat down across from me. We locked
hands, I said "GO" and I slammer her hand to the table.

"Ouch! Honey! You’re so strong!" she moaned. Then she kissed my cheek and went
back to the sink.

Something didn’t seem right. That had been too easy. "You didn’t even try!" I
snarled. "Get back here!"

"Now honey." She said, but she obeyed and sat down again.

"Put your arm up." I commanded. She did, reluctantly. "And I want you to do
your best! Anything less is an insult!"

She sighed as we clasped hands. I shouted "GO!" and pushed into her hand with
everything I had.

It didn’t budge.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked as I grunted and pushing into
her hand. "Because I don’t see what this is going to prove."

"Fight back, damn it." I grunted as sweat trickled down my face.

"Are you sure?"

"Do it!"

Then her arm grew bigger and more defined. Slowly and steadily she placed my
hand down on the table, like she was afraid of breaking it. I can’t say that
she was even working hard – she just did what I asked. She let go of my hand
and I collapsed onto the table – my head was pounding from the effort I had
exerted in that short time.

"Is that what you wanted?" she asked with concern in her eyes.

My ego was shattered. But for some reason my lap snake was dancing and
throbbing. I realized I had some growing up to do. I puffed and rubbed my arm.
"I guess so." I said.

She got up. I watched her massive frame unfold and my cock jumped in my pants.
As she started back to the sink I said, "One more thing."

"Yes honey?" she said a bit worried.

"Drop your shorts and grab this table right now."

A big grin spread across her lovely face. "Yes sir, honey! Anything you say!"

I was late for work, but somehow, banging her doggy style until she howled
like a caged monkey healed my ego for the day.

Friday night is bowling night. I’m in a mixed league with my wife, Dan from
work and my wife’s friend Amy, a leggy red-head. Dan is one of those tall,
strong brooding types. We been trying to fix him up (hence having Amy join us)
but he just doesn’t open up enough to let women get to know him.

Funny – but I always notice how Dan tries not to ogle my wife. I don’t blame
him, but Amy ain’t bad either – damn fine actually. Anyway, I don’t mind. I
get a kick out of having something that big stud can’t get.

And my wife is always up for making me the big man (bless her heart).
Sometimes she kneads my crotch and kisses my neck right in front of him just
to watch him fidget.

"You’re a lucky man." He tells me.

On the way to the alley this night I got an idea. "Do you think Dan is cute?"
I asked.

"Not like you, honey." She replied immediately.

"Do you think you could take him like you can me? Can you beat him?" I asked.

"Of course." She answered – no hesitation.

"You know, he’s probably got 3 inches and 20 pounds on you."

She looked over at me as sure as could be, "I could make him beg for mercy."
She said.

I thought it over. "I think I would like to see that..."

"Really?"

"I think it would be hot, watching you stomp and sexually frustrate the big
guy." I admitted.

"I’m sure it could be arranged." She whispered. And so Operation Ambush was
born.

When we got into the alley, and it was my wife’s turn she picked up Dan’s
ball. No one uses Dan’s ball but Dan.

"Excuse me," said Dan standing up. "That’s my ball."

No it isn’t." she replied.

"Yes it is!" He reached around to show her his name on it, but she rammed an
elbow into his gut. He lost his wind and knelt at her feet.

"Well, well, well." She said finally reading the ball. "So it is. My bad." She
bent over him. "Let me make it up to you. You come home with us tonight and
I’ll make it up to you."

Dan was angry, but the invitation charmed him.

As my wife bowled Dan and I watched her. Amy slid over to Dan. "I thought you
were a tough guy Dan." She teased.

"I’m also a gentleman." He said back then ignored her as usual.

But unlike most evenings, my wife paid a great deal of attention to Dan. She
even sat in his lap a few times. He blushed red as a beet but was having a
great time. Poor Amy was completely confused until she and my wife hit the
bathroom together.

When they got back my wife whispers to me "Amy’s gonna hit on you – play
along."

Then Amy slid up to my side and wrapped her long arm over my shoulder and
smiled at me, winking. Now this was a turn I could handle. As much as I would
rather have my wife, if she’s going to throw willowy red-head bombshells at
me, who am I to argue?

After we won the match we stepped out in the cool night air – a few beers to
the wind. My wife asks Dan, "Do you like it rough Dan? As she hugged him
tight. "I like it rough, but my man, well... sometimes he just can’t take it."
She ended in a whisper. Amy giggled as she stuffed her tongue into my ear. I
filled my hand with her big left tit and pulled her close.

Dan looked at my wife then at me. We both winked at him. You never saw a light
bulb go on over a man’s head so plainly.

"Yeah." He snarled down at my wife. "I like rough just fine!" And he grabbed
her ass in both hand and lifted her up to his face. They necked for a few
seconds and then he had to put her down again. She is a big woman after all.

"Why don’t we go back to my place." I offered. "Dan, you and my honeybear can
work things out in the living room while Amy and I discuss things in the
kitchen."

"Damn!" said Dan, pleased as punch.

I gotta say, Amy was eager to play her part. When we got back home she had her
hands down my pants in no time. I popped a beer and tried to be polite but not
let things go too far.

"I hope she stomps his big stupid ass." She whispered to me as her hand groped
my balls. "The way he’s been ignoring me has put a real crimp in my
nightlife."

"Now take it easy." I warned. "My wife is good natured, but..."

"But she said it was okay if I gave you some head." Whispered Amy - looking
alarmed – like I would say no.

"Well, if it’s all right by her..." I sputtered. And Amy dropped to her knees.
I was free to drink beer and watch the match in the next room from then on as
the lovely and able Amy lapped at my joint.

My wife started by letting Dan get good and worked up pulling her clothes off
and feeling her up. It sort of bothered me seeing her enjoy it, but then Amy
would pull some fine maneuver in my shorts and I would see how it was okay for
now.

Then she pulled her first rough move. She leaped up into his arms and got him
in a scissors hold. They dropped to the ground. There was nothing he could do
to break the hold and he was running out of air quick. It would have been over
before it began but my Wife stood up and said, "Too easy. Show me some fight
Dan, or you can get the fuck out."

So that got him ready to fight. He locked up with her and drove her back to
the wall. I actually started to worry. He was bigger than her...

But she grabbed his belt and neck and flipped him up in the air, then threw
him down! A glass fell off a shelf all the way in the kitchen!

She dropped her ass on his gut. Then stood up waving at me. I waved back with
Amy’s red hair bobbing up and down in my lap.

As she was distracted, Dan leaped up and lifted her onto his shoulder fireman
style. He flipped her to the floor, but she was agile and landed on her feet.
She in turn hoisted him up and threw him against the far wall. When he hit the
floor she dug a knee into his gut.

This time she didn’t wait for him to stand. She pulled him up, lifted him and
threw him across the room again. I began to wonder if my house could take it!
Dan sized holes appeared in plasterboard everywhere!

Incredibly, Dan struggled to his feet. My wife punched him in the bread
basket. He doubled over. She stuffed his head between her knees and looked
over at me, smiling and sweating. She asked for the thumbs up or down. Did I
want her to finish him now or drag it out.

It so happened that Amy was getting to a real good part of her act with her
fingers on my sack as she sank my crank into her face. I gave the thumbs up –
drag it out.

So my wife pulled Dan’s head up and lifted him to throw again. Poor Dan was
toast and getting thrown around like nothing. My wife was getting a real
workout. But I was getting excellent knob. I popped another beer and enjoyed
my life.

Finally Amy was ready to let me climax in her face. And at that moment my wife
asked for the thumbs up or down again, again with Dan’s head stuffed between
her thighs with Dan kneeling before her.

This time I gave the thumbs down. Finish him. Mt wife dropped backward,
stiff-legged, crushing Dan’s head under her ass. The sight of it peaked my
orgasm and Amy got busy swallowing as much as she could. The overflow
splattered all over her sweet face and dripped down to her bouncing bosom.

When my wife walked in covered in sweat, Amy was just making her way for the
door. My wife grabbed her and licked my cum off her face.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Amy?" she asked.

"Yes. Thank you." Amy admitted sheepishly. "Thank you." She repeated.

"Don’t get used to it." My wife replied. "If you ever want a taste of my man
again, you clear it with me. Got it?" And she picked Amy up by her neck with
one hand, choking her.

"Got it!" gasped Amy.

"Good." Said my wife suddenly all smiles again. She dropped Amy to the floor.
"Lets all go pick Dan up and help him home to Amy’s bed. Maybe when he wakes
up he’ll be happy to have a sweet little girl like you around."

And she was right. Dan and Amy became quite an item after that. Of course they
were both always very polite and reserved in our company. I got the feeling
they would have both jumped at another chance.

And I might have too.

But my sweet demure wife is the one calling those shots.