Father's Gift for my Hubby

The day before Father Day, my husband presented me with a coupon from a book I gave him on Valentines Day. The coupon allowed him to have us to whatever he wants of an erotic nature. On Father’s day traditionally he can do whatever he wants anyway. He wanted to do the one thing he always wants to do that I never do, and that’s this kind of role-playing rape thing where I have to fight him off.

I hate this! It does absolutely nothing for me whatsoever and it’s certainly not how a husband and wife should behave with each other. I’ve occasionally indulged him when I’ve been mad, because there are times when I feel like hurting him, but that’s not often.

He insisted I take self defense classes even though I had no real interest in doing so and didn’t think I really needed to, it wasn’t like I had no idea how to protect myself, I certainly had in the past. But finally to please him I gave in.

He fancies me as some female Rambo, at least likes to fantasize of me that way. This is most definitely not true. I’m 4’11’’. Sure I workout and am fit, but so does my husband and he outweighs me by 100 pounds and is 16 inches taller than I am. He literally towers over me. Physically fighting or wrestling with him is like wrestling a gorilla.

Anyway this is what he wanted so here I was. It’s Sunday night and the kids were in bed. We were in the basement with lots of space. I’m in some older underwear and an old South Dakota t-shirt I didn’t care if were ripped. To top it off I put on some thigh high frilly nylon’s I hadn’t worn it 10 years. He took a picture of me before we started. He was completely nude himself.

The object was he was supposed to forceable strip me clothes and pin me on the ground. I was supposed to resist. He wasn’t allowed to hit me, just wrestle. I was allowed to strike him but not in the face or head, though he said I could slap him in the head if I wanted.

The moment I’d dreaded all day was finally upon me and we started. My husband doesn’t do a good job of putting himself in my situation. He always wants me to go after his nuts, but I was apprehensive. I really wanted to just submit and let him have me, but he wanted a fight. I thought about asking him to just not do this and forget this whole thing, but He was erect before we even started, so I just figured ok, this is what he wants.

So he came towards me, and I shot out a kick towards his nuts, which missed but put this big smile on his face. My fear turned to focus, and I just dropped into the fighting stance I was taught in my self-defense classes and tried to fend him off, striking at his nuts and grabbing at them when he came within range. I don’t think I ever tagged his nuts. My husband is an experienced fighter and blocks pretty well.

Finally maybe my fifth nut shot, he moved to my side and got in back of me. The next thing I know I’m on the ground on my hands and knees and he’s pulling my shirt up. I tried to keep the shirt on, and I hear this big ripping sound.

So we started just more or less wrestling over the shirt, I was rolling and moving trying to get free and he was trying to control me to get my shirt off. After a bit I had managed to get to my knees, he pulls the back of shirt over my head and face like a blindfold when I was holding onto it. I reach up to get my shirt free and I hear this rip as he tears my underwear by ripping the waistband so it falls down to my knees. Before I can even get the shirt off my head, he reaches his around my and starts squeezing my size D breasts hard and I feel his erect penis poking between my legs.

Feeling his penis underneath me though gave me this tremendous shot of adrenaline. I did not want to get penetrated when I was resisting. I brought my upper arms hard against his wrists and pinned them to my ribs as absolutely hard as I could and I grabbed his hand with mine. Without even thinking, I shifted to one knee and then I leaned back as hard as I could. I believe as surprised him as I pushed him flat on my back and pinning him beneath me, but also pinning my right foot beneath him. I could feel his chin against the top of my head, but I could still feel his thickened penis between my legs.

He started to compliment me on a good move, but shut up as I quickly reached down and grabbed the end of his penis with my left hand and holding that thing so tight I bent it and pulled it upwards. I reached my right hand down a little more between my legs, I found his big balls in his tight nut sack.

His body shifted and I heard him yell out “No! No!” as I grabbed them. I wish I could see the look on his face, but of course I couldn’t see anything. I was excited and I felt so powerful to have my muscular ape of a husband like this!

The last time we’d done this same thing I’d managed to get a hold of his nuts, but I’d just let him go. He’s told me before when I’ve squeezed his nuts it’s hurt for a long time afterwards. I let him go without so much as even a light squeeze. Perhaps the lack of repercussion had encouraged him to try again. I also didn’t want to this keep session.

He cried out before even before I really squeezed them, as I moved them into position in my palm to really squeeze them. I then gave him a good hard squeeze for about two seconds, I literally heard I crackling sound which I hindsight I think was my own fist. I think his balls changed shape as I squeezed.

Oh my gosh did he cry out! He thrashed with his body, but I had him pinned pretty good and he couldn’t move me much. His dick went limp and suddenly his ball sack was loose and easier to hold. I let up on the pressure as the sound of his cry made me scared I had really hurt him and he was just moaning. I let his wrists go but I kept a tight hold of his sack though. He had stopped thrashing when I loosen my grip.

“You ok?” I asked, and he just continued moaning. His breathing my short and fast.

I fondled his balls a little bit which caused him to moan even louder, and they felt ok. They were still the right shape thankfully. I sat up and pulled the shirt off from around my face so I could see. My husband grabbed my forearm with his right hand somewhat gently. I turned around and his other hand was over his face and his lips were pursed, seemingly in considerable pain.

“Your nuts feel ok,” I said letting them go. I felt a weird mixture of satisfaction, even pride, and concern.

“You want me to check them a little more?” I asked. I almost laughed after I asked, but it was a sincere inquiry.

“No,” he finally answered. “Get off,” he asked. I rolled off of him, and then rolled onto his side away from me and curled up. I stood up and stepped out of my ripped underwear. I put my shorts back on.

My right ankle hurt as did my right thigh. I flexed my ankle a few times to assess the damage, which was minimal, perhaps a light sprain, but my husband stayed immobile on the ground. I was growing concerned as he laid there.

“Did I really hurt him?” I wondered. “What would we tell the ER if we had to go?”

“Do I need to take you to Emergency?” I asked him after a couple of minutes.

“I don’t think so,” he replied.

He finally got up after about five minutes and limped upstairs and laid on the couch for about a half hour, before he called out to me. I was afraid he was going to ask me to take him to the ER, but instead he had what I thought was the weirdest request given what had just happened, he wanted me to take off my shirt and do a body build pose flexing my muscles.

So as it was still Father’s day I indulged him, and he got a big hard on. After that squeezing I gave his nuts, he wanted to go into the bedroom for sex. I’m not sure I will ever completely understand men.