Poor(?) Hubby Tests Me in Yoga Pants

From a few weeks ago. Enjoy!

I stand in front of my full-length mirror, admiring the new pair of yoga pants I just bought. They're black, form-fitting, and hug my curves in all the right places. I can't help but feel confident and sexy in them. Just as I turn around to examine my backside, I hear my husband's voice behind me.

"Wow, Tara. Those yoga pants really show off your sexy butt." He walks closer and presses himself against me. "I can't wait to see it tonight." His hand slowly slides down to my derriere, giving it a squeeze.

I roll my eyes and turn around, bending over to adjust the ankle of the yoga pants. "Oh, really? You're just now noticing?" I tease, trying to ignore the electric current that seems to flow between us whenever he touches me.

As if my words were permission enough, his hand squeezes my butt even harder. "I could get used to this," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. Suddenly, his hand moves lower, cupping my backside and giving it a firm slap.

My head snaps up, and I gasp, more surprised than hurt. "What was that for?" I demand, glaring at him over my shoulder.

He lets out a chuckle, amused by my reaction. "Oh, come on, Tara. You know you like it." His hands move up to my hips, rubbing them slowly. "Besides, I think you might have a little more fight in you than I expected."

I can feel my cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. I gather my strength and decide to teach him a lesson. I quickly whip around, my leg swinging out in a fast and powerful kick. It connects solidly with his groin, and he lets out a sharp yelp of pain. I know I was spot on because I could feel both of his balls compress against my bare foot.

"That's for slapping my ass!" I hiss, standing over him with my hands on my hips. He crumples to the ground, clutching his crotch, and I can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. But then I remember the lunch I had put in the kitchen, and I realize I should probably eat it before it gets cold.

I take a deep breath and walk over to the kitchen, my heart racing. Twenty minutes later, I come back to find him still on the floor, moaning softly. He looks pathetic, and it's hard to keep the amusement off my face. But I can't leave him like this, and besides, I'm starting to feel guilty.

I carefully kneel down beside him and gently ask, "Are you okay?" He whimpers in response, and I can see the tears forming in his eyes. I take a deep breath and begin massaging his balls, trying to soothe the pain. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," I mutter, feeling a twinge of guilt.

As I massage, the tension slowly starts to dissipate from his body. He lets out a sigh and leans back against the wall, his eyes closing. After a few minutes, he seems to have recovered somewhat.

I stand up and offer him my hand, helping him to his feet. He winces, but manages to stand upright. I can see the desire in his eyes, and I know he still wants me. He takes a step closer, and I feel the familiar heat between my legs.

"You know you like it when I'm in charge," I whisper, my voice low and seductive. "And I think it's time we finished what we started." I slide my hand down between us, cupping his balls through his pants. He groans, and I can feel the length of his dick pressing against my wrist.

He leans in, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue slips past my lips, dancing with mine as his hand reaches up to cup my breast through my top. I gasp into the kiss, arching my back as he pinches my nipple hard. The pain turns to pleasure, and I can feel myself growing wet .

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he continues to massage my breast. With his free hand, he slowly unbuttons my top, revealing my black lace bra. His fingers trace the lace before moving down, hooking into the waistband of my yoga pants. In one swift motion, he yanks them down my legs, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my matching thong.

His eyes roam over my bare body, taking in every inch of my skin. He steps closer, pressing his hips against mine, and I feel the hard length of him against my thigh. He reaches down and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my thong, slowly pulling it down my legs. I help him, kicking off my pants and thong before he tosses them across the room.

His hands slide down to grip my hips, guiding my body as he lowered himself between my legs. With one hand cradling his heavy sac, I guide him slowly inside me. I gasp at the feeling of being filled so completely and so deeply. He begins to move, slowly at first, his hips sliding against mine in a sensual rhythm. His hands move up to cup my breasts, tweaking and pinching my nipples as he fucks me harder and faster.

I throw my head back, arching my back as the pleasure washes over me in waves. He pauses, his breath hot against my neck as he whispers, "You like that, don't you?" I moan in reply, my body trembling with the effort to maintain my composure.

I slide my hand down and wrap my fingers around his engorged sac and give his balls a solid squeeze. They must still be on fire because he grunted and winced. "Don't forget who's in charge here" I whispered.

His thrusts grow harder and faster, his hips slamming against mine in a rhythm that feels both brutal and impossibly good. I can feel him, every inch of him. I dig my nails into his shoulders, gripping him tightly as my body tightens around him, preparing for the release that I know is coming.

With a final thrust, he groans, his body tense and shuddering as he comes inside me. His weight presses down on me, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. He slumps onto me and starts to curl up. I look into his eyes and see him still wincing and realize I still have his balls gripped tightly in my hand. I carefully let his jewels roll out of my grip and his body relaxed and rolled off of me.

"How are your balls?" I ask innocently. I look down and see that they were swollen and a bright shade of pink/red. I've seen bruised balls alot darker shades, he'd be fine.

I put on a new pair of panties, then brought my poor(?) husband a bag of ice for his testicles. It ended up being a few days before he tried anything. I felt bad, I really didn't mean to hit him that hard. Boys, be warned, don't mess with a girl unless you're absolutely sure how she's going to respond. :)

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