Home Early (Her Perspective 2)

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His balls Seemed bigger than normal. And the entire sack was bruised. There was a little blood, but it seemed the inner contents were fine. Still mostly that squishy-solid state, a bit more plump now from the swelling. That first kick had left her feeling unsure of this whole thing. She had half expected a sense of power or that it might turn her on, but she just couldn’t get the idea of them exploding out of her head.

The second kick, however, did make her lady bits tingle which had surprised her, and led her to suddenly slam her foot in there again, the last time with no restraint. The combination of just outright nailing him in the nuts without reservations, the feet kissing, the brief sensation of his face being so close to her womanhood had been very intoxicating, and her hardened nipples let her know that she wanted more.

She had left the room to let his balls rest a bit. She had no idea how much they, *or he*, could take, but she sure-as-shit wanted to get there tonight. Walking towards the freezer, she kept remembering having her hands on his orbs. It wasn’t the squeezing itself, but rather the little moans he emitted that had really gotten her going, but there were so different than his normal love-making sounds, and that was also in itself refreshing. Sort of a combination of when he would start to go down on her, and blow or gently lick just around her flower combined with the first times he had ever seen or touched her naked breasts, but also not unlike falling in love.

She sifted through the ice tray, trying to pick out the smaller pieces to put in a bag so that they might form fit better. *Balls are so weird. They just sort of float there inside the sack.* He had always let her play with them, and she had always loved just exploring them. Suddenly her phone rang, and she saw it was Jenn, a friend from work. Her husband and Jenn had never gotten along. “**Hey Jenn, how are you?**”

“**Good, hun. I just got back in town. Crazy road trip. How are you and the man meat?”** She replied, with traffic noises faintly audible in the background.

“**Well, ‘manmeat’ is curdled up nursing his ba. . .**” s*hit, she didn’t mean to say that!* That’s private. **“He is not feeling well, and I’ . . .**” but she was suddenly cut off by a frantic Jenn “**He did what to his balls?!?!**”

My wife was suddenly put off balance. She couldn’t tell her that. Jenn had always just not liked her man. She didn’t know why. They just didn’t click. Any time she had mentioned to Jenn that he had done something wrong, Jenn had commented about kicking his ass if he was my husband, or spanking him, or racking his raisons into his throat. Clearly it was just girl-talk, but the sudden interest in her behind-closed-doors sexy time was, . . . unexpected.

“**Look, Jenn, I took off early to spend some time with my man, . . .**”

“**And he gets kicked in the nuts?**”

*What to say to get her off the phone as soon as possible?* “**Yes, he was hurt.**”

There as a short pause. “**And that means you kicked him in the balls.**” It was a statement, not a question, followed by another short pause. “**How many times? Wait, did he hurt you? Are you fighting?**”

*Sigh.* “**No, we are not fighting. He wanted me to. Well, sort of. Listen, can I. . .**”

“**How many times! Hard! What did it feel like?**”

*Damn, girl, take a hint…* “**I am not telling you that stuff. I got t. . .**”

“**Wait! He asked you? To kick his nuts?**”

That’s not what I said, but close enough. *Listen bitch, I want to go play with his dick, so* “**I . . . WILL . . . CALL . . . YOU . . . LATER!**” before ending the call. She then returned, placing the ice around her man’s package. She noticed a small cut on his cock. Seems like maybe a toenail had caught him. She wasn’t sure if he was awake or not, curled up like that, but she saw him breathing. He was so helpless right now. Even laid out like this, in the fetal position, his ballsack still protruded from behind his thighs, just sitting there under his ass. She could see them throbbing. She didn’t want to stand on the bed, or she might have put on a pointed shoe and punted them again the way they just sat there, perfect little targets.

Instead, she gently touched them, just double checking that they had in fact not burst, but then decided to play a prank. She remembered seeing a picture in his nutbusting porn stash, *Lord, that in itself sounded so odd*, that showed a man with an archery target wrapped around his tied up testicles. She went to her dresser, and got two different types of lipstick. “**Babe, are you alive?” He rustled a bit, still holding the front of his crotch with dear life, despite his bruided manhood being behind his body. I wonder if he even knows? “That was Jenn that called. She said she wishes she was her. I just want to. . . you know, check everything. Lay on your back, and spread your legs. I swear, I won’t hurt them right now**.”

He did, and she took the time to fondle them, one hand gently rubbing herself. He didn’t move, and she wasn’t sure if that was a sign of trust or if he was just that out of it, but either way, it made her moist. When she was sure he was not going to notice, she rubbed a bit of her juices on it, then took out the lipstick. At first, she drew a small dot, then switched to the other lipstick, this one black, and made a circle around the original dot. Swapping between the two, she made two more circles, each larger than the prior that changed between red and black, with the original red bullseye right in the middle, and centered on the lower front of his meatsack.

“**Anyway, I told her that if you didn’t make me cum as much as I need, tonight, that I would tie you up and she could do whatever she wanted to**” she tapped his balls a little “**these.**” It was supposed to be a play threat, knowing that he had heard her comment a few times about doing such things if he hurt her, but neither of them had been interested in bringing anyone else into the bedroom. She suddenly noticed his dick had gotten hard. Not even considering the fact that she had just been fondling his babies, or that he might not have any control over it, a sudden swelling of jealousy surged within her, and she pounded her balled fist into his balls. It didn’t matter if he was awake or not before, because he was now, as she sent a flurry of blows into his nuts, and he cried out each time. After the sixth or tenth thrash of his completely helpless testicles, she stopped. *What the hell? He would never cheat, and he doesn’t like her. Why had she been so mad? That was not like her at all. Was he crying?*

She grabbed the computer and went to fetch the ice. Her pussy was absolutely drenched liked he had just eaten her out and fingered her. She looked at his balls. They had gotten huge, but she could clearly see the spheres within the tight sack. She flung the ice at his crotch, causing him to spasm and cry out. She saw his eyes on her. Or rather, drifting between her pussy, tits, and ass. His dick was still hard, as she gently took his nuts in hand, and wrapped the bag of ice in the middle. “**Honey, I love you.**”

She then returned to the kitchen, to do a little more reading while he recovered.

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