My wife thinks I’m cool – but I’m not, and I want her to come back down to earth with a real shock.  My legs turn to jelly when I get told off  in work; sometimes I have to squeeze my legs together to stop the urine leaking from my tiny cock.  When challenged by another guy , such as road rage – I always back down and apologise and feel completely hollow in the stomach (she’s never been there at such a time), like a little boy being told off … and even worse -  I wank thinking of her being humiliated by a REAL man

I’m tired of pretending – it’s time to be the real me !

I love the idea of coming out of a pub and taking a taxi home.  Her being approached by another man as the taxi disappears from view, and as she’s just outside our house ….  he purposely bumps shoulders on the way past, and shouts back ‘ Hey’.  Of course this’d be worrying – but instead of me, he starts picking on HER.  Well she thinks her big husband will sort it out – but, I turn into the little boy that I really am – at last.  She thinks nothing of it and protests and tells him to get lost.  “What did you say” – the seriousness his voice shakes her, and she then falls silent.  As she turns to walk away, he grabs her by the arm – the panic visible in her face

My fantasy is to see you pick a fight with her, and strip my VERY beautiful (and shy) posh wife – either:

By holding her wrist tightly and dropping on your knees slightly – hooking your arm and reaching under her knee-length skirt.  She immediately tries to protect herself and stoops, eventually going to ground to cut off the attack.  But you push her back, leaving her sprawled on the floor – and as you try to move your hand up her skirt again, her lovely sculpted legs thrash out in all directions.  Her perfectly styled hair begins to break free of her clips, and it starts to break loose and look untidy, and her little painted mouth gulps in air and her little chest heaves under her blouse – she is the sight of desperation.  As your hands brush her upper legs, one last frantic attempt to break free makes her look like she’s having a fit – with her head flicking from side to side as her tight hips wiggle and jerk, and her legs take on a life of their own – kicking out and clasping together … her heels click on the floor as she tries to find purchase with which to push herself away – but they just scrape at the concrete and leave long white lines as evidence of the struggle

There’s no doubt what you are going to do, as the rough manly hand finds the delicate lacy waistband – and she feels the material moving, and peeling from around the top of her bum …..

OR  Would you play with her, and ‘pluck’ each button away from her blouse – one at a time, leaving her to try to fight back and live out the horror in slow motion.  Maybe you rip a sleeve off her thin blouse – each time the ‘V’ at her front is a wider, deeper shape

You could half complete the job, and put her over your shoulder and carry her into the house !