Busting my balls at the beach 

I already knew what I was going to see when I pulled back the curtains in the hotel room, but it didn’t make it any less disappointing. The gray sky, the gloomy rain – it was not what you wanted on a beach vacation, that was for sure. 

“What’s it like, babe?” Vanessa called from the bathroom. “Another rainy day? Please say no. I really want to lay out.”

I heaved a big sigh as I looked out at the downpour that seemed like it hadn’t let up in 48 hours. “I have bad news!” I yelled back, turning around just as my wife came into the bedroom. She was in her cute yellow bikini, all ready for a sunny day at the beach. 

She flopped onto the bed, groaning. “Ugh, this is the worst vacation ever!”

I joined her on the bed, closing the curtains so we didn’t have to look at the shitty weather for another second. “I know. I’m sorry.” I reached out to put my hand on her thin, tanned stomach, caressing her. “And you look so fucking good in this bikini, too. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?”

Her dark brown eyes sprung open and looked at me. I saw the wheels spinning.

“Do you think we should have a little. . . stress relief?” I asked, knowing what the answer was going to be.

Suddenly, Vanessa had perked up. She was sitting upright and looking at me excitedly as she reached for the waistband of my underwear, pulling them off me. 

“How do you want me?” I asked, my heart starting to beat faster with excitement. Maybe this vacation wasn’t going to be so bad, after all.

She put her hand on her face, thinking. “Hmmm. How about you stand up and put your arms behind your head?”

I gulped. “Wow, we’re going straight into it, huh?” 

I got into the position, holding my legs wide open, with my arms up as she asked. My cock was already rising with arousal, and Vanessa noticed. She walked over to me and started to caress it gently, reaching down to my balls to do the same. The anticipation was growing, and I couldn’t wait for the next part.

“FUCK!” I yelped, as my wife’s hands squeezed down on both of my poor, unsuspecting nuts at the same time. A surge of sharp, heated pain wavered through my body, but I kept my posture. We were just getting started. I couldn’t cave already.

“I think I’m feeling better little by little,” Vanessa sighed, using my testicles like they were stress balls, massaging them firmly between her palms and closed fingers. I hissed through gritted teeth. “You really do provide the best stress relief, babe,” she said.

I managed a smile at her, though my eyes were watering. “Same to you.” And it was the truth, too. A good portion of our marriage had been spent with my hot wife busting my balls – vacation, at home, it didn’t matter. I provided the stress relief, and she provided the torturous pleasure. We had a good, happy relationship. 

Suddenly, she had moved on to flicking my balls. She had press-on nails and they stung immensely every time she flailed them into my sensitive nuts, the pointy tips digging into the skin. I reflexively couldn’t help it – I began to cower, curling in on myself and pulling my thighs slightly closed. This only caused Vanessa to slap both of my balls from underneath, focusing my attention back on maintaining my vulnerable position.

“Stay just like that!” she said, sounding exasperated. Her eyes met mine, and we both shared the same, mischievous expression. She reached down to stroke my cock again, using both hands in an alternating motion, which felt amazing. 

I had never found her more attractive. Outside, the wind had picked up, making the rain splatter across the sliding glass door in sharp, harsh pings. Inside, things had picked up as well, with Vanessa now moving on from the brief hand job moment to kicking my balls with her adorable, pedicured toes.

“Holy shittttt,” I grunted after that first hard blow. “That fucking kills.” My voice came out strained and low, and I didn’t sound like myself. Ball busting will do that to you. 

Vanessa laughed, and I barely had time to recover before she was winding up once again to kick my throbbing testicles like she was trying to bust open a pinata. The pain surged through me harder than ever, a big crashing wave of intensity that started at my nuts and spread up and down. I tried to swallow it back and brace myself for the next blow.

“Okay, I’m still feeling pretty stressed,” Vanessa said, “so I’m gonna pick up the pace. Maybe that will help.”

She swung into a series of aggressive, agonizing kicks into my ball sack, and each time, she’d cry out, “we should be on the beach!” or “fuck this rain!” and I stood there and took it. It was sheer agony, but it was mingled with so much bliss that it didn’t matter. 

But that last kick was a big one. She really put all her weight behind it, and immediately, I fell to the ground. I pulled myself up into a little ball, crying out in my pain. I massaged my poor, tortured balls, trying to put a little bit of feeling back into them. My eyes were closed, so I didn’t see Vanessa come over to me and straddle me.

“Hi, baby,” she said, as she sat down. “How are you doing? How’s your stress?”

I could barely utter out a response before she was twisting my balls in both hands at once. My instinct was to get up and protect my sensitive jewels, but Vanessa was stronger than she looked. She had such a hold on me with her thighs, pinning me down.

She giggled. “I’m feeling a lot better, personally.”

“Oh good,” I managed to say, although my voice sounded more like a whimper than anything. “Me. . . me too.”

“Judging by how hard your cock is, I would have to agree,” Vanessa said, running one of her thumbs across my cock head, where drops of precum had formed.

From her position, she wrenched my thighs open, giving herself better access to the goods. My balls were on fire. They felt absolutely throbbing and flaming hot, but they didn’t have a chance to recover before she was slapping them once again. Her smacks were hard and sharp, like rain on the window, and I squeezed my eyes shut and took sharp breaths inward with each blow. 

“Holy fuck!” I screamed, my body trying hard to buck her off me, but unable to in my weakened state. A bigger part of me wanted to see how much more I could take, anyway. I wanted to see what else Vanessa could do.

I didn’t have to wait long. The smacks stopped only for a moment before Vanessa had moved on to the next part of plan.  

“Alright, let’s get this last bit of stress out of my system, hmm?” she said, mostly to herself, as she started to wring my balls, one by one. The sharp twisting was the most painful motion I could feel right now, and the agony was almost blinding. I wasn’t sure I could take much more. 

Luckily, I didn’t have to, because after a few more seconds of twisting, tightening torture, Vanessa was sighing, as though she was finally stress-free.

“I feel so much better, babe,” she said happily, looking over her shoulder at me. “Now let’s finish getting your stress out of you. What do you say?”

I watched in awe, unable to speak, as my wife pushed her bikini bottoms to the side so she could sit on my cock. She grinded against me, giving me a perfect view of her ass from here. I was finally able to relax, the pain melting away from me slowly but surely, and being replaced with dizzy bliss. I loved how wet her pussy was, indicating she loved torturing my nuts just as much as I loved receiving it. 

It was no surprise that I came quickly, shooting my load deep into Vanessa’s pussy as she rode me. She didn’t get off me right away, but instead began to caress my balls, gently this time. I’m sure they were inflamed and red, and the soft massage only made my orgasm last longer. 

Finally, we were both getting up to our feet. It felt like I had two weights hanging from my crotch from how heavy and burning my poor nuts were. I wrapped Vanessa up in a hug, but she gasped and wriggled free from me.

“Holy shit! Look!”

She pointed out the window and lo and behold, there was the sun. It was as though the storm had never happened. 

“Should we walk down to the beach?” Vanessa asked, looking at me excitedly.

“Ummm,” I hesitated, thinking of my sore balls. “Let’s walk really. . . slowly.”

My wife grinned. “Why? What’s the matter?”

She winked at me and tossed me my towel.