Wife's Naughty Ballgames

I woke up on Sunday morning as the first rays of sunlight bathed our bedroom in orange light. My husband Jack laid on his back next to me and snored quietly, one arm stretched out to the side for me to rest my head on, his other hand supporting his own head under his pillow.

Like every Sunday morning, I instantly slipped my hand down his strong chest and abs until I found his massive cock, hot and hard from the morning wood. Since we always slept in the nude, and always fucked on weekend mornings, I usually woke him up with a blow- or handjob.

When my hand reached his package, the memories of the previous day found their way into my sleepy mind and I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. Fortunately, it didn't wake Jack up. He was a heavy sleeper and I even got him to cum before he woke up a few times. Unlike usually, I slid my hand all the way down along his hard shaft and softly cupped his meaty balls which barely fit into my palm while relishing the exciting memories.

 

On the previous day, Jack and I had participated in a self-defense class. It had actually been his idea, since he was always saying how weak and vulnerable I was as a woman. As much as I loved his strength and confidence, it actually bothered me a bit whenever he told me to *toughen up*. And that some MMA instructor gotta help me with that since Jack *had to be nice to me*.

After I had finally given in to his request, it was my time to laugh when the instructor of the class turned out to be a girl in her mid-twenties. Lea was even smaller than me and had a cute, blonde pony tail. Of course, Jack took every chance to undermine the standing and experience that she had without doubt. It was almost a bit embarrassing. He could be such a smart ass.

After openly commenting on the mistakes that she did in his opinion multiple times, Lea asked Jack to come into the circle to help him with a demonstration. Convinced that no technique would allow the girl to wind out of his strong grip, Jack obeyed with a superior grin.

"Jack, right?" Lea shortly asked when the giant approached her. He nodded. "You came here with your girlfriend?"

"My wife, Sally." He pointed in my direction. Lea nodded at me with a warm smile. Her blue eyes rested on mine for a few seconds, almost as if she was inquiring the permission to interact with my husband.

"So Jack, you think that the joint lock is not suitable to free yourself from a choke?"

"Well, it depends. It surely won't work with someone much stronger and larger. All this silly probing for little weak spots will never hold up to brute force. Period."

Lea looked up at him without a trace of insecurity. It was an impressive image, somehow. Jack with his 6 foot 5 inches, bold head, clad in a muscle shirt and tight black shorts that underlined his impressive male physique, towering over the little blonde in her yoga pants and sports bra.

"Choke me, then."

"Are you sure?" Jack grinned and looked around as if to check for the crowd's affirmation. "I'll make you tap."

Lea let out an involuntary chuckle in response. Suddenly, Jack stepped forward and grabbed Lea's neck with both of his massive maulers. The cute instructor immediately grabbed his thumbs with both hands as she had explained before, setting up a joint lock to open up his hold.

Prepared for what was about to happen, Jack tensed his hands and locked his thumbs into each other for additional support. He was prepared for a test of strength and I had no doubt that he was going to win. I actually felt a bit bad for the cute instructor.

When Lea couldn't pull his hands of her neck, she took a wide step back with her right foot and yanked her body downwards diagonally, forcing Jack to step outward with his left to stay balanced. When the girl shot up again, she detached her right foot from the mat and began accelerating it with a loud, bright *Kiai*.

"*GHAAA!*"

I let out an audible gasp when I figured out her bare foot's trajectory. At the end of the imaginary half-circle that it followed, sat my husband's large, unsuspecting testicles, clearly outlined in the tight workout shorts under his cock.

The weird rush of emotions took me completely by surprise. It started with sympathy and the strong urge to yell out to my husband to protect his balls. But before I could even open my mouth, some odd malicious joy and sense of female superiority mixed in. He had been an absolute douche. Somehow, watching the petite woman kick him right in the nuts felt right... and undeniably hot.

Just before her foot crushed his manhood in front of the whole class, Lea tensed and took out most of the force from her kick. At the end of the longest and most intensive second I ever witnessed, her toes almost tenderly tapped Jack's balls and immediately withdrew.

Jack's reaction was priceless. With a high-pitched shriek, he attempted to jump up and back when he noticed the rapid motion towards his groin, only opening himself up even more. His face looked so dumb and helpless. After receiving his well-deserved sack-tap, he stumbled backwards another step, until his legs gave in and he dropped onto his knees.

Lea was still holding on to his thumbs in front of her, the threatening hands effortlessly plugged from her neck. With the huge guy on his knees and their hands locked, she looked like a goddess being worshiped by my defeated husband. Jack let out a soft whimper, turned red like a lobster and let his forehead sink onto the mat to hide his face. Finally, Lea let go of his hands.

"In this course, we learn how to defend ourselves *despite* not being able to overpower our opponent." Lea calmly continued her explanations. "All that was needed for this technique to work was a bit of distraction. Nothing scares a guy more than being kicked in the balls by a girl. It's the best bang you can get for your buck both physically and emotionally. Isn't that right, Jack?"

"Fuck..." the massive guy moaned into the mat. His face still red, he pushed himself up and did his best to overplay his stunning, public defeat with confidence. The reaction she triggered from him while barely touching him blew my mind. "That was a cheap shot!"

"How is using my natural advantage any more of a *cheap shot* than you relying on brute force?" Lea grinned at him victoriously. "This is self-defense, and like in the real world, you can't just hide your vulnerable balls behind some rules and protective gear. And trust me, had we done this outside of this course, you wouldn't be back on your feet anytime soon."

"Fuck it! You got lucky, is all. Not gonna happen again." He bent over slightly and got into position to attack her.

"Oh no, you're right!" Lea waved him off and turned to me. "I'll leave it to your wife to... *probe your little weak spots*."

As the classes attention suddenly laid on me, it was as if I woke up from a trance. I had been so consumed by the scene in front of me that I had lost all sense of reality. The dojo was dead quiet, and everyone was staring at me with either a more or less hidden smile, or visible discomfort - mostly up to the gender.

When I stepped into the circle, it took me a moment to find back into my body and sort out my emotions. Suddenly, I realized that I was wet. Really wet. Instead of being angry with that brat who had kicked my husband in the balls, some intense sadistic pleasure had been triggered in me by his rather public humiliation.

"Sally, show us what you have learned." Lea said as she stepped behind Jack and softly pushed him in my direction. A bit hesitantly, Jack trotted towards me, lifted his hands and softly laid them around my neck. When I looked into his eyes, he averted them and blushed a bit. His sometimes annoying overconfidence was just gone.

I was so confused and overwhelmed. Instinctively, I lifted my hands to my neck and enclosed my husband's strong thumbs with my hands as explained before. Immediately, I felt his soft grip weakening even more, his hands about to fall off from my neck like a towel that was loosely tied around my boobs after a shower.

Suddenly, I began feeling remorse. It was as if there was a window of opportunity rapidly closing. My eyes wandered down my husband's massive body, carved like a marble statue, strong and invincible as I had always believed him to be. Then I laid eyes on his male pride, clearly flaunted with through the skin-tight pants that left nothing to the imagination. I could even make out his individual testicles tightly sitting against his pelvis, trapped, vulnerable and exposed.

I had seen them bare and dangling around a million times, but never really grasped just how powerful of an advantage they meant for me physically. I looked back up and our eyes met. As much as my darling tried to keep his poker face, I could sense that fearful twinkle of discomfort in his eyes, with his vulnerability so cruelly exposed by the cute instructor.

Just when Jack's hands came off my neck, the dark, sensual force in me took over and I rocketed my foot into his balls. I didn't really know how strong I could kick or how much force I should go for. I could swear that I planned to stop my foot just before impact, but then I lacked the coordination or restraint to actually do so. It just happened. With an audible *thud*, the top of my bare foot connected with his groin and I felt his large balls flattened against his pelvic bone.

"Ougghh... babe... my balls...!" Jack pressed out with a soft, trembling voice. His eyes laid on mine with an expression of intense confusion and disbelief, before they twisted to the back of his head and he went down with a pathetic moan. From one moment to another, his two hundred pounds of muscle were transformed into a whining pile of misery right in front of me, both hands cupping his now not-so-proud manhood. It really didn’t take a lot.

My hand shot up to my mouth to hide my on-setting smirk. I knew that I was supposed to feel bad for my husband, but I loved everything about this moment. He had pointed out so many times how weak and helpless I was as a girl. Kicking him in the balls was empowering and erotically fulfilling in a way I could've never imagined.

Thankfully, the lesson was over soon after. Jack rocketed forward and back in fetal position for at least ten minutes, while Lea had a good laugh, made some joke about our marriage issues and went on with the course. I was rather absent anyway. And I needed to get laid.

After the course, and on our way home, Jack was as quiet as I had never seen him before. When he got out from the change room, I grabbed him, pulled him close and gave him a kiss while standing on my toe tips. Then, I softly tapped his bulge through the jeans, as if trying to give him comfort.

"Do they still hurt?" I smiled at him in a mix of caring wife and sack-tapping high-school brat.

"Fuck off..."

"Ohhhh, *toughen up*!" I mocked him with the same expression and tone as he used to say these words. As he tried to push himself past me, I reached down and gave his huge package a quick squeeze, making him grunt. To my amazement, his cock was actually hard.

Unfortunately, I didn't get laid that night. After taking a shower and eating a few bites, Jack said that he was sleepy and went to bed. Later, when I went to bed too, he was on his side and cupping his bare balls with both hands. I giggled, imagining that he went to sleep with the relentless sensation of my bare foot on his manhood.

 

Remembering that day while holding his swollen balls in my hand in the morning had me horny beyond imagination instantly. Usually, I barely grabbed or touched his balls, since I was so focused on his cock. But suddenly, I couldn't get enough of these meaty, sensitive orbs.

Before that self-defense course, I have never kicked or hit a guy in the groin. Honestly, had I known what it felt like, a lot of guys in my school or college would've gone through it. Since I was married now, I had only Jack to make these experiences with.

Slowly, to not wake him up, I pulled the blanket off him, fully exposing his strong, nude body. His mostly erect cock was rested on his belly towards his right hip, and his balls laid rather tight in their sack against his torso. Carefully, I stood up, stepped in between his legs and pushed them outwards a bit more. Thankfully, Jack was such a heavy sleeper that I could do pretty much anything with him.

Balancing on my left foot, I swung my right one back and fourth towards his balls. I didn't actually kick them, I just somehow wanted to relive the moment. Tenderly, I touched his pair with my toes, remembering how elastically they reacted to the hard impact of my kick. Jack let out a soft grunt and turned his head to the other side. If I wanted to, I could absolutely ruin his day now. The sexual power and dominance made me tremble.

I recalled all the different ways I had seen girls hit guys in the balls. On a house party during college, a guy who had been hitting rather aggressively on my best friend Liz a couple of times, had passed out on the floor. Some time in the morning, when the party was mostly finished and everyone sleeping or occupied with themselves, Liz rather casually stomped on his balls on the way to the bathroom.

The guy was too drunk to really wake up, but the next morning, when we cleaned up, he went on complaining to everybody about how much his balls hurt. It was the toughest challenge for my best friend and me to not start giggling every single time we heard it.

I lifted my foot and placed my sole onto my husband's balls. Since his ball sack was rather tight, they stayed right in place. The arousing tickle in my pussy overwhelmed me, when I imagined what it felt like, if I stomped down now. Both for my hubby and for me. I reached in between my legs and let out a loud, involuntary moan.

It was really difficult to hold myself back. The last technique that I wanted to play through was a knee in the balls. It was that same friend Liz who took down her ex-boyfriend with a knee to his balls when he came her home and tried to win her back. When she wanted to go back inside and he grabbed her arm, she spun around and absolutely crushed him.

I swear I had seen his heels lifted off the ground for a moment. When I left her house nearly two hours later, I noticed him sitting on a bench a few blocks away, still clutching his nuts. Thinking about my best friend Liz and the joy that these busted balls had given her, I now couldn't help but envy her for the life she had. No doubt, her newlywed husband got some of that wild action in the bedroom, too.

Carefully, I went onto all fours with my knees in between Jack's thighs, and my hands to either side of his torso. Like before, I swung my leg back up and then into my husband's balls, so tenderly that he didn't wake up from it. Meanwhile, I relished the imagination of actually flattening his balls with my thigh and absolutely defeating him sexually. Good lord, I wanted it so bad. It was a shame that he couldn't fuck me after I floored him yesterday. This would need to wait. Soon enough, I was gonna go for it. Probably the next self-defense lesson would give me an opportunity.

But now, I just couldn't hold it anymore. Instead of crushing my hubbie's balls and hoping for him to recover soon so that I could get laid, I decided to go for a squeeze. Grabbing his balls would put me in absolute control and hopefully not impede Jack to get me laid. Getting fucked by his huge cock while squeezing his vulnerable balls was the ultimate sexual dominance I needed now. They looked so perfect and ripe for me to grasp.

Shivering in anticipation, I swung my legs over his thighs and straddled him, my cleanly shaven, wet, throbbing pussy pressed against his hard cock. Before finally grabbing his nuts, I pulled out the hair tie to rearrange my pony tail. With the small elastic tie in my hand, I got an idea. Instead of tying my long black, curly hair, I shook it out and arranged it to nicely frame my boobs.

Then, I finally reached back, opened the hair tie with five fingers and let it snap around the base of Jack's exposed nuts. A split second later, I grabbed his now rather protruding balls and began squeezing them around in my palm. He woke up like... well, like a guy who got his unsuspecting balls tied and squeezed. I really couldn't say if anything compares to it.

"Ooohhhhhh..." he moaned as his eyes popped open and nearly out of his head. A mix of wonder and fear played in his eyes when he saw his nude wife straddling him with a hand behind her back. "Ooohhhh... gosh... honey... my balls..."

I giggled. It was so funny how he always had to point out that I got him in or by *his balls*. While grinding his nuts in my palm and my pussy up and down his cock, I leaned down until my tits were right in front of his face and whispered: "Toughen up, boy! They are my *balls in law* now."

"Uuuhhhh... fuck babe... why are you so fucking naughty all of a sudd... OOUUHH..." I interrupted his complaints by lifting up my hip and directing his cock into my soaking wet pussy with my free hand. Of course, I made sure to give his balls a good squeeze at the same time. His hands shot up and grabbed my boobs, somewhat urging me to be gentle. "AAHHH... babe... please stop squeezing my balls... I didn't cum in four days..."

I halted my riding motion for a moment and loosened the grip a bit, thinking about what he just said. "So what?"

"They're fucking sensitive right now."

"Oh... so... Your balls hurt more from being kicked or squeezed if you don't get laid in a while?" I smirked curiously. Jack nodded hysterically, eliciting another laugh from me. This was just perfect. The more horny and desperate I got him, the more effective my female superiority was. I couldn't believe how well it all fell into place.

With a bright moan of pleasure, I continued riding his massive cock while squeezing his nuts against each other. It was a fun game. Whenever I squeezed them together too hard, one slipped away. But any time I managed to arrange them well enough to build up some pressure, Jack rewarded me by twitching and pounding me harder, hoping that the motion would make one slip out. Good lord, this was good.

It didn't take long until I came like never before. When the pleasure built up like a star entering the supernova stage, I froze on top of him, leaning onto my free hand on his chest. Before Jack could get any ideas to stop as well, I forcefully dug my fingers into his manmeat.

I didn't play my naughty game anymore, I just wanted him to move! With a high-pitched cry, Jack got the hint and began pounding me like there was no tomorrow. His hands tried to wind past my hip to urge my hand away from his balls, but there was no way for him to get there. Good fucking lord did I orgasm.

When the waves of joy ebbed off, I slowly loosened my grip, curiously looking down at the change of emotions on Jack's face. In between all the agony that I had caused, he was clearly in ecstasy. When my hand relaxed, he panted a few times, before he began begging me.

"Please Sally, I'm almost there... It's gonna be good..."

I threw my head back and laughed. It was so easy to get him into the position that he was entitled to in our marriage. Before I jumped off, I gave his tied nuts a good slap with my palm, making him wince.

"No way! I'm gonna make your balls tender today. And if you're a tough boy, I might let you cum tonight."