Breakup sex

We were going through a divorce and arguing all the time about everything and anything, mostly money. But the strange thing is a couple of times in ended up in sort of angry sex. I was round at the house I no longer lived in, but she did with the kids, who were at school.

I was helping decorate our daughter’s bedroom and put some furniture together and once again we were arguing about money and once again it went from arguing to ripping clothes off and fucking.

Unlike previous times though this didn’t defuse the argument. Normally afterwards we would just go back to what we had been doing in a sort of embarrassed silence. This time she went straight back to arguing, naked in are daughter’s half decorated bedroom.

She was so angry and waving her arms around, I glanced down at her body and there it was, my cum running down the inside of my extremely angry wife’s thigh and I laughed at it, the sight of my sperm sliding down her thigh while she shouted at my just make me giggle.

Something snapped in her and without she kicked me, full force in the balls and my world exploded in agony. I don’t remember collapsing, but I did. The pain was unbearable, my throat dry from screaming into the carpet I blanked out. Unconscious. I don’t know how long for but when I came round the pain was still there, only now I was on my back limbs splayed. I cupped my balls and rolled onto my side, moaning and shaking a little.

Something was wrong, my left testicle was huge, maybe 4 times what it had been before. I just lay there for 10 minutes or more.

I could hear her downstairs doing whatever she was doing, so I gathered my clothes, got dressed and hobbled down the stairs and out the door. I sat in the car for a while breathing deeply, then drove home and went to bed.

The next morning it was time to examine myself. Right ball looked and felt fine. Left ball was as big as the day before and hard and felt insensitive. Although it ached, it didn’t hurt as it should when squeezed gently as I examined it. I took the day off work.

Then she watsapped me “how’s your balls 😂” I didn’t reply.

Then she messaged me again, this time with a photo of me splayed naked on the floor, my dick limp and my red scrotum on show, left testicle large and swollen. She had taken a picture as I lay there unconscious. My heart sank.

“Come around tomorrow I want to see it”

“No” I felt so deflated, how could my tiny wife have done this to me, to my poor balls with just one kick.

“If you don’t want me showing people that pic, get yourself and you broken nuts around here at midday”

“Please don’t show anyone”

“See you tomorrow then 😂”

Midday. I rang the bell “come in, she was smiling and wearing a little red dress she knew she looked hot and knew liked a lot. She looked so confident, I felt so weak, left ball aching and feeling so heavy.

She shut the door behind me and without a word forced her hand down inside my trousers and found my sack. “Wow” her pretty eyes wide with glee, she looked up at me. “You won’t laugh at me again will you?” Her grip tightened, I yelped and shook my head “no, no I won’t” I squeaked. She let go and removed her hand from my groin.

“Strip”

“What?” I asked.

“Strip and lay down on your back”

I felt helpless, defeated, no longer her equal. With tears in my eyes I took off my clothes as she watched, hands on hips, her small breast bulging with pride in her tight red dress.

“Don’t cover yourself, I want to see it” I moved my hands revealing my damaged left testicle, his undamaged partner and my hardening penis. It was her turn to laugh.

“Go on, lay down” I did as I was told and then she stood over me, letting me see up her dress to her shaved pussy and I knew total defeat and humiliation.

She sat on my face and I licked her to orgasm and we never argued again.