My wife "finished" me

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When I arrived home, she was already wating for me. She was wearing a very sexy blue dress that I had given her for that night, with a straple and no bra, so I can see her spectacular tits and beautiful nipples. She was definitely stunning. She's a gorgeous woman, a little over 5'6", with light brown hair and a voluptuous body, but above all, she has a very strong legs, because she do kick boxing.

"You are late!", she said. "I had to drink a couple of wine glasses. Do you want some?"

"Of course", I answered. "Mmm, you will have some when we've finished", she said and then gave me a sexy look...

My wife Amber and I had already have a few ballbusting sessions, but—to tell the truth—they were somewhat mediocre
Despite she is pretty strong, she's always been afraid of causing me too much pain, and honestly so am I. So her blows never went beyond a couple of slaps, gentle kicks, and, yes, some good squeezes, the kind that make you whimper. But this time was different...

We had been planning this night for a week, so she suddenly got a very dominant attitude. "Get naked", she asked almost yelling at me, and I obeyed in silence and already horny. "Spread your legs wider," she said, "and put your hands behind your head". Then she leaned close to my ear, gently bit my ear, and wishper in a very sexy voice, "this one's going to hurt".

I got harder than ever, looking into her eyes, trying to show I wasn't afraid, but my legs betrayed me, clamping down every time she threatened to kick me right between my legs.

I'd always fantasized about a moment like this, ever since Laura—one of my college friends—hit me so hard in the balls that I cried. And the worst part was that I'd asked for it:

I'd seen her knee a guy in a bar... The man grabbed her ass, and she immediately grabbed his shoulders and kneed him to death. He wanted to scream, but his gonads, trapped between Laura's knee and his pelvic bone, only let him open his eyes and make his mouth form an O, and all his body shaked. A unison of "UHHHHH" was heard among the men in the bar, and several, including me, put a hand to their balls, as if they felt the pain.

When Laura removed her crushing knee from that boy's balls, he immediately fell to the ground and began to whimper in fetal position.

"That guy is a dramma queen, like all men," Laura said. "You barely touch them and they burst into tears. Does it really hurt that much?", she asked me.

"I've never been hit down there, at least not intentionally," I told her.

"I think it hurts your pride more than anything, but watching you grope your balls for hours after a good hit is hilarious", she said.

I don't know if she noticed my curiosity, but—when I remained silent on the matter—she said, "Whenever you want..." I just change the topic but, at the end of the night, when we went out of the bar, I said: "I think that these man was just acting, you just can't drop a strong man with an only kick".

- "Wanna try?", she asked.
- "Let see what you have".

That moment are still in my mind every time I touch myself.

On the other hand, Amber had never have this kind of mischieveness. Despite she is a goddess in bed, our sex is kind of "vainilla", so my kink is something that I had been missing in our sex-life.

"Spread it! ", Amber repeated. I waited her kick with anxiety, while she counted:

One, two, three!

I gave a little jump, so her feet land, not in my balls, but in the interior part of my legs.

"OMG! You failed! Aim better, Honey", I said. And I did not hide my dissapointing expression.

She looked at me, a little angrily, and said: "Okay. I'll try again, but this time turn around so you don't jump." I did, although the excitement of the fantasy had diminished a bit.

I spread my legs, put my hands behind my head, looking down at the floor.

"You have to aim almost at the stomach, but passing by the balls," I told her again arrogantly. And she counted:

ONE ... TWO!

I hadn't finished counted two, when I saw her foot reaching my crotch, really fast... At that instant, I managed to change my mind, but it was too late. In just a second, I felt everything:

First, I saw her that killing kick that will destroy my manhood. Then I felt her toe impact directly in my left nut, just in that point where the teste conect with its seminal cord. I finally, I heard that really frightening popping sound.

CLAAAAAAAAAP!

The kick sounded like she'd been clapping, and it made me lift off a few inches from the ground.

UUUUUUUF! ... I let out an incomplete scream. I wanted to scream my agony, but I could not breath, because I felt like I had my left nut in my throat, and that was right... Following my advice, Amber had aimed her kick at my stomach; then, when her foot blow on my left ball, it had no choice but to escape inward, so as not to be crushed between my pelvic bone and her foot.

"Oops!" Amber said, putting her hand to her mouth. I stared at her, looking for the usual empathy, but -instead of that-she was giving a little smile, and stared at me in a sign of victory.

What followed were seconds of pure grief and regret... I was litteraly begging for not to lose my nut.

For a second, I remembered that blow Laura had given me... That night, as I left the bar, I chatted with her and confessed my desire for a woman to break my balls. She, without hesitation, offered to do it, and I accepted.

We were at the door of the bar, and she said:

"Spread your legs and close your eyes, if you're such a man." I obeyed, and since my eyes were closed, I didn't see when her leg rose straight toward my testicles.

I wanted to scream, but I ended up like the guy at the bar... with my eyes opened and my mouth stifled by a scream. I held on so I wouldn't fall, but my eyes soon filled with tears, and I ended up in the ground of the street, while she laughed at my tremendous stupidity.

That kick, relatively strong, was the worst pain I'd ever felt, until this night...

When Amber sent my gonad into my stomach, the pain was immediate, but the effects were felt very slowly.

First, the pain moved to my belly, my open eyes whimpered, and after the scream, I clenched my teeth. I tried to stay standing, but my legs started to shake. I fell to my knees and placed my forehead on the floor, my hands holding my scrotum and its single testicle.

At that moment, I panicked: "He burst one, he burst a ball!" I thought... as my fingers searched for the missing ball. Despair began to mix with regret and fear that I would truly be half-castrated by my wife.

Amber giggled, supposedly innocently, while I moaned and cried, "My balls, my balls," and held my scrotum. I stayed in that position for five minutes, with my hands desesperately trying to find that missing teste that I was feeling in my kidney.

When my testicle popped back into place, I felt glorious relief. I took a deep breath and placed my hands beside my head, as if thanking heaven that the ball trapped between my body had been freed.

"Are you okay?" Amber asked me.

I nodded and said softly, "You almost burst my..."

CLAAAAAAAAPPPPP! Another clap echoed around the room.

UUUUUUUUGH!! NOOOOOO!! MY BALLS!

This time the scream was complete, as the entire strengh of my manhood had been expelled by Amber with that not-expected killing kick. The surprise made the blow much worse than the previous one. Amber, taking advantage of the fact that my balls were exposed, leaned back and lifted her were trained leg, sending a whip-like kick straight to my already bruised balls.

I felt the impact last for minutes. Her kick, which this time connected with both testicles, crushed my balls against my pelvic bone, so I can feel my whole sex-life being trapped and flattened like pancakes between her foot and my body, and I almost listened my left nut being ruptured.

I felt a paralyzing shock throughout my body, making my eyes roll back. The pain immediately radiated to my stomach, bringing tears to my eyes... Not even my hands reacted to cover my burst balls.

"MY BALLS, MY BALLS, OH MY GOD!", I screamed. But, while the agony incresed, my screames become a high-pitched whimper.

"You burst my fucking balls, Amber... You popped them. Help me, please". I started crying, because I was sure she'd broken my both balls. "Will I be able to have children? Will I ever get hard again? These were the questions I asked myself plenty of regret.

I rolled around, while my right testicle felt huge, swollen, and very sensitive. All I could hear was Amber laughing out loud. When I saw her, she had her arms crossed, and her tits still shining through the blue outfit. She came to me ear a said "You recieve what you asked for"

I looked at her crying. "Nooo, my balls. You busted my balls. Bring some ice, please, bring some ice, you castrated me" I said, thinking it would take away my agony.

She take my very bruised balls and gave a light but bad-intended squeeze, so I squealed: "No, please, they are broken, please bring some ice".

She went to the kitchen and came back with no ice, but with a glass of wine.

"I think you're finished".