“That’s not true!” Faye said while holding back a chuckle. She was standing in the kitchen cleaning dishes while her agitated husband paced back and forth in the other room.
“It absolutely is! Are you crazy?” Grant mused aggressively. “You always sneak attack me!”
“Name one time!” Faye retorted, her smile growing. Grant marched into the kitchen and looked his wife straight in the eyes, his face adorned with a look of utter shock at the question.
“Seriously? How about when you jumped me after the cribbage game? Or when you tied me down in my sleep? Or when you snuck up behind me and choked me out while I was stretching!” Faye snorted with laughter and Grant glared at her incredulously. “The fact is babe,” he said slowly, “you could never beat me in a fair fight.” Faye put down the dish she was cleaning and now it was her turn to glare.
“Is that a challenge?” She asked intimidatingly. Grant backed off slightly but held his ground.
“You bet it is,” he snapped. “We’ll settle this in an hour.” The couple shook hands and Grant walked off to prepare.
An hour later Grant had pushed back the couch in their living room and laid down some workout mats. He changed into a pair of loose briefs that accentuated his package. Faye was stretching in the corner wearing her red sports bra and a pair of black yoga pants.
“Remember the agreement?” Grant asked his wife as he bounced back and forth on his toes.
“Yep,” Faye replied, “First to three submissions or knockouts wins and the loser will become my sex slave for a week.” She smiled devilishly at her husband and he grinned back. “Enough talk, you ready to go?”
“Whenever you are babe, round one begins now.” Grant said, as the pair began circling each other on the mat, arms raised. Grant made the first move and dove for Faye’s legs. She backed off quickly causing her husband to stumble. She moved to his side and grabbed him around the waist. With all her strength she pulled him to the ground. Grant tried to get up as fast as he could, but Faye wrapped him up in a body scissor.
“Ugh!” Grant groaned as his wife began applying pressure to his midsection. He began to struggle but Faye grabbed one of his arms and held it against her body. She crossed her ankles and doubled the pressure on her husband’s gut. Grant kicked and flailed but the lack of oxygen was making him weak. The pain in his ribs was becoming almost too much to bear and his vision was beginning to go in and out of focus. Before things got worse, he tapped out on his wife’s thigh. She laughed and released him. She pushed him off her legs as he gasped for air.
“That was so fast!” She cackled. “You sure you want to continue?” Grant scowled and got to his feet.
“Come on let’s go,” he growled. Faye bounced back and forth on her feet before holding up a finger.
“One sec.” She leaned forward and quickly pulled off her yoga pants revealing a lacey black thong. She spread her leg and bent down into a deep stretch. After a few seconds she slapped her luscious thigh and bounced back up.
“Ready whenever you are!” She got into a wrestling stance and locked eyes with her husband. Grant readied himself in response but couldn’t look away from the sight of Faye’s powerful legs. He shook his head vigorously and re-focused himself. He was determined to win.
“Round two baby,” Faye jeered as she lunged forward brash and full of attitude. She and Grant locked hands and pushed against one another. Faye’s cockiness slowly faded as she found herself being pushed back. Grant’s six-foot five-inch frame was coming to his advantage. He towered above his wife as she struggled to maintain her balance. Suddenly Grant’s foot come out of nowhere and took Faye’s leg out from under her. She came crashing down to the mat in a loud thud.
“Ooof!” She yelped, but before she could get back up Grant was on top of her. He grabbed her legs from behind the knees and folded her up. Faye struggled but she could not get enough leverage to push her husband off her.
“Do you need me to count or are you going to tap babe,” Grant asked his ensnared wife, pleased that he got the upper hand on her.
“Fuck you,” Faye hissed in a muffled voice as she struggled to free her folded up body.
“Guess I’ll have to start counting then,” Grant goaded, a grin across his face. “1…2…” as he counted Grant slipped a hand under his wife’s panties and began gently rubbing her airborne clit. He could her faint moans beneath him. “3…4…5! That’s one for me!” Grant cheered as he dropped his wife’s legs. They landed with a thud on the mat, and Faye’s thighs jiggled slightly. She glared up at her husband, but she also had a slight smirk on her face. She was definitely enjoying herself.
“You got lucky,” Faye jeered as she hopped up onto her feet. She was already raring to go for round three. Grant stretched his arms and shook them off a bit before readying himself. He locked eyes with his wife, confidence welling up inside him.
“Round three, ding ding!” Grant laughed as he lunged forward. Faye sidestepped but Grant caught himself and was able to keep his balance. Faye grabbed for her husband’s legs, but he was able to push her back. He lunged again and grabbed Faye by the shoulders. Faye did the same and the couple was again locked, pushing against one another. Faye shot her knee forward and it collided with Grant’s stomach.
“Ooooof!” Grant let out a harsh breath of air but maintained his grip. He glared at his wife. That was a dirty move, but luckily, he wasn’t too winded. In a swift movement Grant released his hold and swung his arms up breaking Faye’s grip on him. She stumbled back but before she could gather herself Grant jumped forward and wrapped her up in a brutal bear hug. Faye, with her arms held firmly to her sides, was lifted into the air, her feet kicking wildly. Grant squeezed his imperiled wife with all his might.
“Uuuuugh,” Faye groaned. She could feel the air being pressed out of her lungs. Grant’s grip was frighteningly strong and there was little she could do against it. Grant could feel his wife begin to weaken, her kicks slowing. Faye’s eyes rolled slowly, and her head bobbed back and forth. Grant continued to press with all his strength.
“St…stop…” Faye wheezed, but Grant continued. He could feel his arms weakening but he didn’t stop squeezing. Eventually, Faye’s head flopped forward lazily and rested on her husband’s shoulder. She was out cold. Grant let her go and she slid down to her feet. Grant guided her limp body to the floor, and she lay there, spread eagle and defeated. Grant was panting heard trying to catch his breath. He was happy he finally knocked his wife out, but his arms felt incredibly sore. He noticed his hands were shaking slightly, but he ignored it. He looked down at his wife and realized she was already beginning to stir. Grinning cheekily, Grant removed his briefs exposing his half-engorged cock and he straddled his wife’s unconscious body.
“Come on wake up babe,” Grant cooed as Faye’s eyelids fluttered. She slowly came to and looked down to see the tip of her husband’s penis inches from her face.
“Oh come on, get off me.” Faye pleaded groggily. Grant shook his head devilishly.
“Make me,” he said grinning as he shuffled forward. Faye sighed and began licking the head of Grant’s cock. Grant moaned and pushed forward more as Faye began sucking his shaft. He closed his eyes and leaned back. He could feel Faye using her tongue to wrap around his penis inside her mouth. He could feel ecstasy coursing through him, but he soon pulled back and released his wife.
“I’ll have you finish once I make you submit one more time.” He said, helping his wife to her feet. She shot a look of contempt at Grant as she shook her head and cleared out the fog from the knockout.
“We can quit if you’d like babe,” Grant told his wife, but she just continued to glare and crouched down ready to go.
“Round four bitch,” she spat at her husband. Grant was feeling cocky and got down on his knees.
“Let me make this one easier for you. Give you a fighting chance,” he laughed, clearly pleased with himself. Faye simply shrugged.
“You’re probably going to regret that.” She said as she lunged. They locked hands again, but Grant soon realized the price of his arrogance. His arms were still weak from the bear hug, and with the loss in leverage, he could feel himself being overpowered by his wife. She pushed him until his fell flat on his back. He grunted sharply but Faye pounced before he could get up. She seized his arms behind his head and held him in a schoolgirl pin. Grant struggled fiercely, but Faye leaned back and grabbed his exposed testicles firmly.
“Agh!” Grant cried out as Faye squeezed on his tender balls, his legs still kicking. Faye released her husband’s genitals but plunged a fist into his exposed belly.
“OOOF!” Air rushed out of Grant’s mouth, his legs jumped up sharply and came plummeting down to the mat. In the brief moment he stopped struggling, Faye spun around and put her ass in her husband’s face. She grabbed his hair, lifted his head and locked him tight in a reverse headscissor, her favorite move. Grant could already feel his wife’s powerful legs crushing against is carotid artery. Faye didn’t say a word she just squeezed, the vice like grip on her husband growing stronger by the second. Grant tried to pull her legs apart, but it was a useless effort. He slapped feebly at her thighs and tried grabbing her ass. Faye crossed her ankles and doubled the pressure she was applying on her husband. Grant could feel himself growing weaker, and a cloud of darkness was beginning to descend upon his vision. Faye applied one final squeeze and Grant’s struggling ceased. It only took ten seconds, and she completely knocked him out. His hand slowly slid down his wife’s clenched ass and dropped lifelessly to the mat. Faye was fully aware her husband was unconscious but did not release her hold. She continued to squeeze for about twenty extra seconds. She could feel the drool from her husband’s lips pooling on her thigh. Eventually she released her Amazonian grip and Grant’s head thudded to the ground. Faye stood up and looked down at her defeated husband. She wasted no time waking him up. She raised her foot and brought it plummeting down on his gut. Grant moaned in pain but still did not awaken. His eyes rolled pathetically under their lids.
“Come on get up dumb ass, final round let’s go,” Faye demanded, her bare foot coming down on Grant’s stomach once again. Spittle flew from Grant’s lips as air rushed out of his lungs. He slowly began to come to his senses.
“Oooh,” Grant groaned as he clutched his stomach. He slowly raised himself to his feet, but he was not given time to collect himself and Faye grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him once again to the floor. He landed hard, sprawled out on his stomach. Faye came crashing down on top of him, her supple ass landing squarely between his shoulder blades pinning him to the floor. Grant tried to crawl his way out, but his effort yielded no results.
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” Faye whispered sinisterly as she brought her feet together on either side of Grant’s neck. She pressed as hard as she could, the soles of her feet cutting of the flow of blood to her husband’s brain. Grant tried to grab Faye’s toes to pull her feet apart, but he was too weak. Faye reached forward and grabbed Grant’s wrist, pulling his arms behind his back. Grant kept trying to kick his way free, but he knew it was useless. She had won. Drool was again dribbling from his lips forming a puddle under his face. Faye simultaneously pulled harder on Grant’s arms and squeezed tighter with her feet, keeping her husband completely within her control. The usual sensation of darkness again creeped its way into Grant’s brain. His eyes rolled and his head grew heavy.
“Any second now,” Faye whispered, and she applied another surge of pressure on her husband’s neck. Grant gasped, and his eyelids fluttered but finally shut once more. Faye released the beaten man and his head fell with a splash into the pool of drool beneath him. Faye stood and placed a foot on the back of Grant’s head. She flexed her arms in a victory pose and let out a triumphant laugh.
“Woo! That was closer than I thought! You out up a good fight!” Faye chuckled. She walked around the man’s unconscious form a few times before raising his body to his knees. She held him up and leaned down until they were face to face. She grabbed him by the sides of the head and kissed him passionately. She could feel Grant coming around. After a few moments she even felt his hands on her waist.
“Down boy,” Faye chuckled as she pulled back. “We aren’t done.” She walked around her husband until she was directly behind him. Grant’s surroundings were slowly coming into focus for him. He felt Faye lay her hands gently on his shoulders before reaching around begin stroking his chest. Grant smiled, pleased with how gentle his wife was being. However, his joy was cut short as Faye quickly wrapped him up in a rear naked choke hold. He tried to pry her loose, but he was still too weak from his previous beatings. He could hear Faye giggling maliciously. She began to bite his ear and lick his face. Grant could feel himself growing aroused. The combination of blood circulation being cut off and his wife’s tongue dancing across his cheek was too much to handle. His penis stiffened as his senses began to fade. Faye’s powerful arms doubled in pressure and Grant choked weakly. Drool dripped once again, and a long stream fell from his lips all the way to the floor. Faye leaned back and almost took Grant’s head off. His arms fell to his sides and he fell into unconsciousness once again. Faye maintained the hold and swung Grant’s limp body back and forth. She eventually let go of the hold and guided Grant’s body backward to the ground. She kicked his folded knees out, so he was completely sprawled out on his back. His erect penis standing straight up like some sort of flagpole. Faye reached a hand under her panties and began playing with her moistening clit. Knocking her husband out always turned her on. She removed her panties and continued to play with herself. She got down on all fours and crawled over her husband’s broken form until she reached his engorged cock. She turned around so she was facing him. She began rubbing her vagina against his thick shaft, all the while continuing to play with her clitoris. She was panting heavily, her sweaty body gliding across Grant’s. Finally, she reached down and effortlessly slid Grant’s manhood inside of her.
“Oh fuck!” Faye moaned loudly, as she started to bounce up and down on her husband’s cock. Grant began to stir slightly beneath her. Faye leaned forward and began kissing and sucking on his neck. She grabbed his limp hands and placed them on her ass, Grant’s weak grip was barely able to hold on. Faye pumped harder and faster, beads of sweat flying from her head. She could feel Grant’s grip tighten on her rear as he slowly started waking up.
“Spread my ass,” Faye whispered in Grant’s ear. He complied without hesitation. Faye plunged deeper onto her husband’s fat cock. Her head flung back in ecstasy. She began squeezing her own breasts, as she could begin to feel an orgasm growing between her legs. Grant began sluggishly pumping his hips up and down in rhythm with his wife’s movements. Faye could see Grant’s eyes rolling in his head, he was still struggling to fully regain consciousness. She slapped her husband across the face in an attempt to help him wake up. Grant shook his head and blinked his eyes vigorously. In response, he raised his hands and slapped his wife’s bare ass hard as he could.
“Hnnnngh! Oh fuck do that again!” Faye moaned as Grant continued to slap her voluptuous cheeks. Faye arched her back as each slap across her ass sent a shockwave through her body. Before Grant’s open hands could strike his wife’s reddening rear again, Faye caught him by the wrists and pinned him down. Grant could feel her body tighten and press hard into his.
“OOOOOH FUCK!” Faye screamed as she climaxed, her drenched pussy slamming down hard on top of Grant’s cock. After about 30 seconds her body went limp, and she lay almost motionless on her husband. Her hips were still moving, fitfully, up and down, almost as if they had a mind of their own. Eventually, she felt Grant’s hands creep back onto her ass as he began thrusting once again. She sat herself up, stuck her tongue out at her husband, and slid herself off his throbbing cock.
“But I didn’t finish…” Grant exclaimed, almost pleadingly.
“Finish yourself off loser,” Faye retorted with a wide. A look of utter disappointment spread across Grant’s face.
“Oh come on please…” but his begging was cut short as Faye shoved one of her sweaty feet into his mouth.
“Start jerking, and start licking,” Faye commanded of her beaten husband. Grant groaned but began stroking his slick cock. Faye could feel his tongue sliding across her toes. The smell of her sweaty foot filled Grant’s nostrils and he gagged slightly. As he sucked and licked the dominant woman’s foot, Faye flexed her arms in another victory pose.
“I win again,” she said with a smile. “Honestly I’m not surprised but I’ll happily demonstrate my dominance to you any day of the week.” She could hear her husband begin to moan quietly under her foot. His body tensed as he fired a hefty load of cum across his stomach. His arm fell to the ground next to him and Faye removed her foot from his mouth. A string of saliva connected her toes with his lips. He lay there panting, looking up as his wife.
“I’ll get you next time,” he said through deep breaths. Faye let out a hearty laugh.
“You’ll get me next time? What are you a Scooby-Doo villain?” She continued to laugh as she bent down and helped the humiliated man to his feet. “You’re such a dork,” she told him. Grant smiled and looked into her eyes. He quickly pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately. The cum on his belly squishing between them. They kissed for about a minute before Faye pulled back.
“This is sweet, but really gross you know.” Semen was rolling down their bodies and dripping lightly onto the mat. Grant chuckled, and the exhausted couple walked arm in arm to the shower to clean one another off.
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