She had noticed him looking at the blonde at the beach. She wasn’t worried, but still it didn’t sit well. After all, they had been married for over 12 years and there was no sign of infidelity either way.

Their young daughter was getting quite proficient on their computer. One day she asked her mom, what is smut? That was the day she got more interested in the history file of their Internet tracks. In short, she found out that someone was accessing a lot of "not-so-consensual" X-rated files. It happened to be mostly during the times she was at work.

She wasn’t upset. She was mostly confirmed in her observations. She was good looking. Nice rounded out breasts, a sporty body, and an attitude that was hard to beat. "It can’t be done" was not in her vocabulary. She won the guy to begin with, they had a comfortable life, one beautiful and smart daughter and she was still sporty. She just ran her fourth half marathon, and beat the time of all previous runs. Granted, he had a very physical job too and was in shape from working at the harbor. Their daughter just asked what a "six pack" was and he proudly lifted his shirt, tightened his abs and showed what was deemed to be a six pack. Note she was only eight years old, but he was in his early forties….

One of the Internet tracks led her to the eunuch archive. A bit extreme, but entertaining nonetheless. Some of the power shifts appealed to her… She was a great wife, very accommodating - you know what I mean - and even after 12 years, a surprise glance or a jealous look made her day.

He just wasn’t the jealous type. She had to invent a new way, a way that was going to distract from the fake Internet stuff.

She put on her best form fit bra, with red scallops and a narrow band. Over that she wore a beat T-shirt that had shrunk and was washed so frequently, it showed every line. For shorts, she dug out her old cheerleading training outfit that was a little tighter than it was 15 years ago, but she still felt it would turn a head or two. She turned up the thermostat. Then she waited. Their daughter was at a friend of hers, so there was nobody home, other than the St. Bernard.

When he came home, he came in in his usual casual way….. Hung his Carhart coat on the coat rack, kicked off his boots, yelled – a little too loud – Hello, I’m home- and pet the dog. The dog was most forgiving, lapped his hands with the big pink tongue and hugged him with sweeping dog tail wags.

She wasn’t so easy, at least not today. Normally, dinner would be in progress at the stove, but today was different. While she was the type that believed that marriage takes work and always put on a clean dress or a lower cut shirt in anticipation of his arrival, she was hiding in the bedroom with the beat T shirt and the red scallop bra…

He didn’t find her in the living room, bath room – it was a long drive from the harbor to home – or in the yard, he went into the bedroom.

There she was, with her hair styled back, the brightest smile ever and a look on her face that could have thundered…. I’m going to have your ass…. Confidence and her beat T-shirt is all he noticed. He felt like he was seventeen…

However, there was something holding him back. It must have been the silence. After an eternity, it seemed, She proposed to play a game. Whoever says OK has lost. No intentional pain is allowed, but some roughness is expected, like the history file on our computer showed…..

He almost choked, but attempted to hide his surprise and managed to ask for more detail. She explained, we both go for each other’s genitalia, without intending to do permanent harm, but with the intent to control and whoever gains control, gains Control…

He was smitten. This was the chick he married 12 years ago. He would marry her again and made a mental note to re-ask her with a small square box in hand.

His dreamery was rudely disturbed with a cold demanding voice, "do you agree?"

Off course he agreed, as his pants were bulging and felt uncomfortable. At the same time, he felt confident he could move this little girl any way he pleased, after all, he worked in the harbor and she "only" did some aerobic exercises.

She lunged forward and hugged him like a bear. Got a hold of his T-shirt and ripped it off in one fell swoop. He was stunned and thought, that was still an acceptable shirt, what’s going on? He didn’t have much time to ponder things, since with the next swoop, he lost his belt and shorts. All he had left were his under shorts and quick and flashing sights of tight T-shirt and feminine triangles….

He thought fast. His nederhuman came alive and he filled his undershorts some more. It was uncomfortable to approach his always feminine wife this way. But he was determined to take some off the washed down T-shirt and do some ripping himself.

He never had the honor of breaking in a virgin, but this was almost as good. He got a hold of her shirt at the neckline and without hesitation ripped a square section out of her shirt. Her red bra was showing and the sweat of the high room temperature and the effort put forth by his wife – the chick tempting him right now – turned him on even more.

He got a bear hug on her. She was breathing heavily, chokingly almost. He asked: how about tricks? Are tricks allowed? I never said anything about tricks as long as it doesn’t inflict intentional pain. She had a few tricks up her sleeve, so she couldn’t just say "no tricks"

They wrestled some more and in the process both lost their undies. Just as she was about to grab his testicles, she felt an index finger and thumb roughly grab her pronounced right labia. " Oh No it flashed through her mind and she bucked and squeeled like a little pig. The noise caught him off guard. He wasn’t into causing pain, so he lightened up slightly on his grip. She closed her eyes and with a quick yank was free again. Within a second she had rounded up his testicles in her left hand. The high room temperature helped drop his balls low and she took advantage of this to get a grip and gain control. He was now squealing. However, he was not going to give up like that. Quick he gave his wife the "oh be careful" and don’t squeeze so hard" story before he grit down and pulled free.

With renewed vigor, they wrestled and wrestled in the most unimaginable postitions until he again reached from the back and pinched her left lip tightly between his thumb and fore finger. She squealed, moved and nervously twitched. He learned the first time, never let go until you hear "OK" so he increased the pressure and watched with amusement how his wife was bearing the pain. He almost let her grab his sack in the process but moved just in time.

"OK" she said. Oh the rush, he felt like he was on top of the clouds, he had won her sinister game and now got to do whatever he wanted. He propped her on the bed with her head hanging off the edge. Then he commandeered a deep throat blow job. She didn’t really mind, she had been training to manage her gag reflex and this would be an opportunity to show that she mastered it, without really letting him know.

He shot hard. He shot deep. So deep, she couldn’t even taste it since it went clear by her taste buds. All she cared about was the intensity. He was intense, trembling almost and shot off with her. She was proud.

After this night of intensity they both fell asleep and slept hard. Next morning came without a warning. Off to the same routine, but with a rich memory of the previous night.

She was proud and confident that he wasn’t going to be even thinking of another girl that day. Her nipples were standing erect and stayed like that during the remainder of the day.

That evening she wore a similar outfit. Just to spice it up, she had prepared a pitcher with ice water and set it on the corner of the kichen island. Also, to give herself some trick chance in the match she had planned for later, she took a long hot bath, shaved herself as smooth as silk and applied a personal lubricant in a very liberal fashion.

He was psyched too. He came home with the determination of a bull, to get some more of the same like last night. After all, he was taller, had longer arms, was stronger overall and felt like he deserved it.

As soon as he pulled into the driveway, she took a deep breath and poured the ice water over her shirt. Then she just stood there. The effect was that the dog didn’t get pet, no overly loud hello, no nothing but a ghasp….. He only could think of the things he could have done to make her feel special. The silence was deafening…. She just got her reward, it was cold, but 200% worth it. Her nipples hurt from the cold but she was glowing. Glowing in her smile, glowing inside, glowing in her underwear.

He rushed forward. She stopped him and told him to be a gentleman. "Can’t you see I am cold, and you couldn’t make a fire?" He still had not touched her and was already put to work. He retrieved some fire wood from the shed and lit a big fire in the open fire place. She smiled, since the room was already warm, the extra heat should make his testicles an easier target. However, her nipples hurt and her jaw chattered. He got a blanket from the closet and wrapped her up. He mentioned that should help her get warm as he took off his coat and put the dog in the mud room. Then he decided it was time. Without warning he got a hold of the neck of the T-shirt and ripped it clear off her body. He could see her muscles twitching under the ripped fabric. Again the red band of her bra showed. He could barely contain his excitement

She realized it was play time now or never and cowdly said, ouwwch that hurt. This just brought him out off his mental balance and she fed on it. She dropped the blanket, showing her freezing nipples and mouthed "blow job" several times. Her lips were luscious and with just the right glaze looked inviting as could be. He was tempted to just drop his jeans and approach her with his 2^nd head first….

However, with the sweat dripping down his back, he felt that would leave him overly exposed. While the read bra and the glazed lips were Extremely hard to pass up, he realized that he would just get taken.

Instead he just pushed her over, roughly, and gained the advantage. He thought to himself his old Judo tricks served him well.

Meanwhile she was anticipating a less than gentleman’s move and protected herself. She ended up with her shirt in tatters, but with bra and underpants intact. She scurried to get her knees together and one hand under his leg.

He was working on a iron grip on he one arm and leg such that she could not move. It raced though his mind to remove her underwear and get a good grip on her labia such that he could get some more of what he got yesterday. He used his teeth to grip her tiny waisband and tore it clear of her smooth skin. Her rear showed good in the light of the fire. The muscle bulged in the light of the fire place during her desperate attempt to move clear of his grip.

Feeling the advantage, he moved on and reached around to get a hold of her labia. She almost panicked but rolled over and showed her full view, smooth and all and told him to lick it gently.

He did. It tasted like plastic. The personal lube tasted unpleasant.

In the meantime, she had reached around and got a hold of his nuts through his underpants.

Ahhhhh, Aaaahhhh was all she heard.

"Lick me some more" she demanded. "it tastes like plastic" he said. SQUEEZE…. the licking started. No need for OK or nothing else. Until his tongue was numb, he licked and she floated off in the distance. The taste did get better however. It actually got quite good, as she could judge by the strech of his underwear. She had him clean her up with his tongue by rolling him on his back while holding on the Control and pinching his ears between her knees. She just rode and rode while squeezing…..

As a reward, she offered to lay totally still, and let him do all the work. He gladly agreed and just watched the red bra bounce.

After a few minutes he whispered "OK" and both fell asleep.