The Wife By Montrose A kind wife turns out to be more than he can handle. I blame myself, really. She was docile and tender until I got her all fired up. Actually, I had it pretty damn good. Let me explain by first describing my dear wife. She stands just over 6 feet tall when bare foot (just under 2 meters I guess) but she likes wearing tall heels. They sure make her plump firm ass look nice when she walks. And she has a real fine, ample rack too. A man could get lost in it. And even though she has broad shoulders I never realized how strong she is! But I had always hoped she was strong. I remember when I first asked her out having fantasies about her wrestling me down and having her way with me. I never mentioned it – I was too shy about it. Eventually we got married and I still didn’t say anything. Of course the sex was always good. She was never bashful about getting what she wanted – not like me. Besides the more impromptu events was her regular approach every Monday night as I sat watching TV. During Football season she was very predictable. She would come in to the room near the end of the half and pretend to be interested in the game, all the time laying her hot jugs into my shoulder. Eventually she’d start playing with my ear. When the gun for the half sounded she would drop her face down onto my lap and slip out my sausage for a taste. She would get me so worked up during half-time that we normally spend all of the 3rd quarter on the floor banging like I was gonna drive her into the carpet. But her energy always lasted longer. We usually finished with her on top pounding me into the carpet. When she was satisfied she would make sure I was too, sometimes dropping her tits down to my pud again and taking my load in her face. Once I was happy, she always went to get me another beer, then slipped off to bed without a word. Life was good. But one night as she slipped down next to me on the coach I asked a question. “Say honey, how strong do you think you are?” She smiled but didn’t answer. She just kissed my neck. I pushed it. “Really. Do you think you could take me?” I laughed. I mean, she probably had 30 or 40 pounds on me, and she was almost a head taller, but come on! I’m a man! I drive a truck for a living! But she didn’t laugh. She just smiled. “I’m pretty strong…” she ventured in a whisper. Now she had my interest. “You ever fight a man? Even in play?” I asked. “Are you sure you wanna talk about this?” she asked. “Yeah!” “Wellllll… There was this one guy in college.” She started. “He was the big man on campus – or so the other girls thought. I thought he was cute enough. Not like you my stud!” she kissed my neck again. “Go ahead.” I encouraged. “Okay…” She looked me over and could see I wasn’t getting jealous so she kept going. “He came on to me when I was getting drunk at a party. I was pretty young and didn’t know how to handle beer yet. So he takes me to a back room and thinks he’s going to take advantage of this drunk little freshman girl. But instead I took advantage of him.” She stopped and looked at me. “Are you sure you wanna hear this?” “Yes!” I almost shouted, maybe a bit too eager. “He started feeling me up. So I grabbed his arm and pinned it behind his back. I forced him to his knees. And then I sat on him and felt him up instead. I completely overpowered him – and it was getting me hot. I pulled his pants off and used his cock to get off but never completely inserting it. Then I moved up to his face and forced him to eat me for hours. When I got up he was soaked in my juices and as meek as a lamb. All that strutting bluster was gone. Whenever I saw him on campus after that he always left the side of whatever chicks he was impressing at the time and said hello to me, real polite and sheepishly. I could tell he wanted another go, but I never gave him one. I had more fun having the other girls ask me to introduce him to them.” “So you lost respect for him?” I asked, a bit crest fallen inside. “Nnnnoo…” she said thoughtfully. “He just wasn’t the man for me. Not like you big boy!” and she dropped her face to my already stiff bone. I rubbed her big ass as she drove my staff down her throat. “You ever feel like overpowering a man again?” I asked. Then I think she started to get it. She looked up at me. “Are you sure you wanna go there?” She asked. “Yes.” I said. “I’m interested.” She sat up. “You know you are a strong man.” She said as if reassuring me. “Yeah.” I said. I worked out with weights. I could hold my own. “I don’t expect you could actually take me…” She giggled. “What?” “Nothing.” She said with a big smile. “I’m sure you could take me too, big boy.” And she giggled again as she went back to licking my cock. I let her lick for a while, but she couldn’t stop giggling. “You don’t think I could beat you wrestling, do you?” I finally said. “No, I’m sure you…” but she couldn’t finish without giggling. “Oh I’m sorry, honey.” She giggled. “You just caught me off guard with these questions.” “Honestly.” I said. “You don’t really think you could take me.” “Would it hurt your feelings if I could?” She asked. “Fuck no!” I said. “Not that I think you can, but the idea gets me hot. I figure I would have to pretend to let you win…” At that she busted out laughing. “I’m sorry honey.” She said between laughs. “But if you don’t mind my saying so, I could easily mop up the floor with you.” We both saw my rod leap to full erection at the words. “Easily?” I asked, not believing. She seemed comfortable with telling me outright now that she saw the idea give me wood. “No trouble at all.” She cooed seductively. “Care to put up or shut up?” I asked. “Anything to make you happy, honey. But remember, you asked for it.” We stood and faced each other. I looked up and for the first time realized just how broad and powerful her shoulders were as she loomed over me. She was a curvy wall of a woman. She wore only a teddy. I had on a t-shirt and my boxers, since she had pulled my pants off already. I closed in and grabbed her arms. She slipped my grip and grabbed my arms instead. She pushed me backwards into the wall and crossed my arms against my throat, choking me as she grinned down at me. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” she asked. “Sure.” I choked. “Okay.” She said as she stepped aside and threw me across the room like a doll. Before I could stand she was on me crushing me to the floor. I couldn’t lift her off with all the strength of my legs and back! She pulled me up and tucked me between her thighs, doing just as she wished with me. Her powerful legs locked around my body and she pulsed me with waves of pain in a throbbing scissors hold. During the fifth squeeze I gasped for mercy. “No. I don’t think you want mercy.” She replied lovingly. “I think you really want more pain.” She let me go only to flip me up onto her thick shoulders and stretch me out face up, high in the air. She spun around in a circle until I thought I would vomit, then she threw me off, mercifully to the coach. Before I could get a moment to breath or let the room stop spinning she had her pie in my face. “Eat me.” She commanded sternly. “Eat me or I’ll smother you.” And what choice did I have? I licked away for as long as she demanded. Then she got off me and knelt before waving her round ass in my face. “Stick your head up my ass boy!” She snarled. “Crawl over here and suck my asshole!” It looked cute and tasty, but I still had some fight left. I jumped on her back and grabbed her around the neck. She easily stood and walked over to a wall. There she turned and rammed me into it, knocking the wind from me. She stepped forward then mashed me into the wall again. I almost blacked out. I let go and slid to the floor. She bent over with her ass in my face again. “Now lick my ass, slave! Show me you submit! Admit defeat!” she snarled. I gasped for air, but had to do as told. I stuffed my face deep into her lush ass and pushed my tongue as far up her hole as I could reach. “Say it!” she moaned with pleasure. I pulled my tongue out just long enough to say. “You win, honey. I am your slave.” “Easiest thing in the world.” She chuckled. That was our first session. She finished the night by telling me exactly how to fuck her and then made me suck my own cum back out of her dripping snatch. At the very end she sighed and said. “I enjoyed that. You make a good slave, honey. Is it what you expected?” “Expected?” I panted. I was spent and in some amount of pain. She was just well fucked and happy. “No. I had no idea you were so strong.” “Well, now you know.” She said. She of course had known all along. “Is it something you would like to try again?” I hesitated. “Yes. I really find it hot. I find you hot. But I may need to recover a bit. I rubbed my battered muscled. You really worked me over.” “I’m glad you liked it.” She smiled and leaned into me, pressing me back into the coach. “Cuz I REALLY, REEEEEALLY liked it too. To be honest, I was gonna do it again sometime whether you like it or not, little man.” And she giggled. “So be ready.” Then she kissed me tenderly and got up to get me a beer.