Author: [sevenpeight] Wife Ascendant | #WIP

[sevenpeight]

Wife Ascendant
by sevenpeight
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Jason was furious. "Dad!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Henry turned and walked back towards his son. "What's the matter?" he asked, concerned.

"Why do you let her treat you like that?!" Henry sighed and put down the washing. Jason had seen Jillian slap him in the head for mud that he'd failed to clean off the floor.

It was hard to explain an adult relationship to an adolescent. "Listen..." he started.

"No!" interjected Jason, "All she does is work out and go out, and do whatever she wants. And you have to earn a salary and then come home and do all the housework and she treats you like shit!"

"Jase," Henry said gently, "at your age, men and women - boys and girls really - can engage as peers. There are some differences already, but you're all subject to the same pressures - school, friends, parents, rules... But as you get older, the world makes greater and greater demands. And generally, women get the worse deal. Most women get paid less, they do more of the housework, and they bear children which takes a tremendous toll on their body." He paused for breath.

"Mom doesn't do most of the housework" the boy muttered.

"No, she doesn't," said Henry a bit more assertively. "And as a result, she earns more than most women _and_ men". Jillian ran two successful busineses, a gym and a car dealership. "And she does work out a lot. But if it's a choice between picking up the slack so your mom can keep fit, or having a rolly polly wife like almost every man I know my age... I'll tell you what I'm choosing."

Jason still fumed quietly, and Henry figured that even if he'd won his son over, he'd need to give the whole episode time to settle.

"You know," he said adopting a conspiratorial tone, "there are... advantages to having a fit wife..." he winked lewdly.

"God, dad, gross."

Henry laughed and picked up the washing basket. He whistled a little as he wandered down to the garage to put on another load.

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7P, this is damn good stuff. Keep the Henry character in that kitchen & laundry room where he belongs.. 

Just a quick question though; what does she see in him? Is there something he's not telling us?

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If you liked the first installment, leave some k+ and let me know - should Jillian:
1. tower over Henry, or should she be a little powerhouse?
2. be a redhead, a brunette, or blonde?

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Taller and a redhead...

Let me vote for red hair little powerhouse.

Little powerhouse. Don't care about the hair.

I love that you're giving us a choice in this!  Little powerhouse and I love redheads!

Tall redhead is my choice.

Towering brunette...

Redheaded powerhouse. And I'm taLking HOUSE like brick sh*thouse on steroids.

A towering redhead!!!

Towering redhead

Towering redhead

She should be a 5 ft 10 in, 290 lb powerhouse! With red hair

Towering redhead absolutely! The taller the better

redhead lil' muscular powerhouse.

same height and blonde

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Thanks for the great responses I think towering redhead has it by a slender margin. Hope those of you who voted differently still enjoy!

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Jillian sat in her dealership office overlooking the sales floor. She dropped into each of her businesses at least once a week. She didn't need to - both were run by very competent managers. But she liked to know what was going on. And sometimes, like now, an opportunity presented itself.

She purred and leaned over her desk for a better view. Her blood-red dress rode up the hammies on her 32" thighs.

A salesman was showing the tall, barrel chested man a sleek sedan. He had the door open and the man was about to step in. 'Hi! I'm Jillian!' boomed Jillian descending on them and grabbing the man's big hand, in her still-larger one and pumping it in a crushing grip. She twirled him away from the car in a swift motion, using just the power in her rippling forearm, and simultaneously propelled him forward with another big hand in the small of his back.

The man was 6' 2", maybe a touch taller. Jillian towered over him in her 6" patent leather platform heels, which elevated her gigantic frame to a colossal 6' 7". The man struggled to get his legs under him and then to match her stride. The whole thing was a blur of fiery red hair, pale skin stretched over hulking comic book muscles, bare shoulders which looked like great rocky outcrops from the tableau of her collar bone, visible through her dress, and a spicy sweet scent of sex that made his head swim.

Before he could collect himself, he was being propelled into the largest, shiniest SUV he'd ever seen. Jillian fondled his ass on his way into the behemoth, a momentary thrill passing through as her hand found momentary resistance in his cheek before she crushed it in her grip.

The man's heart was racing as Jillian mounted the car and made it rock slightly. She quickly mounted him, great hulking thighs swallowing his legs and waist from view, scent overwhelming him completely. Jillian grinned a predatory grin and reached between her legs, ripping the front of his pants off and discarding them. She took his big throbbing member into her sopping wet pussy, grinding it with interior muscles that could (and had) crushed titanium dildos.

On the sales floor, Jillian's employees had a variety of responses. Most discretely perved on the scene and surreptitiously rearranged and fondled their genitals. One turned away in disgust, his prudish sense of propriety offended. And a young girl, barely 21 and having discovered that she was a lesbian, found an office with a window, and masturbated madly, squirting over and over while the gargantuan figure of her boss, looking like a granite superhero come to life, gave her a live sex show.

In the car, Jillian's massive pecs, big slabs of she-beef that looked like they belonged on a Belgian Blue, pummelled the man's face again and again, bruising and eventually dislocating his nose, as she rode him to exhaustion and came like a torrent, releasing his cock and leaving him flaccid.

She smiled at the man as she forced his nose back in place, causing him to scream in pain 'Ooooh,' she cooed leaning in towards his ear, 'don't get me excited again...' she laughed pleasantly and leaned back. 'Good things happen in this car,' she smiled again. 'Trust me, not many cars are spacious enough to handle something like that. And you'll attract plenty of attention in it. It's the perfect complement for that well chiselled body of yours.' She smile widened. It was genuine, he thought, but right now his body (which he had also thought of as well chiselled before that morning) seemed like a formless and flabby bean bag in contrast to this gigantor's sculpted magnificence.

'I'll get Greg to bring the paperwork to you, so you don't have to get out of the car,' she said sweetly, indicating the missing front of his pants, 'and you can bring the car in anytime to get a full interior detail to give it that new car feel back after our bit of fun.' Again that tinkling laugh. 'See ya sweetie,' she said, disentangling herself and climbing out of the SUV. 'Greg!' she boomed, 'it's all your's buddy, close it out.' The man in the car quickly reached for the glove box to find something he could put over his lap.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Nice! I look forward to more, Jillian is pretty damn cool, such a beast of muscle and sex! I would've loved to be in that guy's shoes, despite her towering over me, which is not something I enjoy most of the time. Her muscles, hardness, and strength made up for it. k+!

[tttrbn997]

Jillian is absolutely amazing! I would love some more descriptions of her, especially of how big her muscles are!

I'm really happy that she's so tall, but I was a little disappointed to find out that she was only taller than that guy in her heels. This is definitely just me, but I love women that are massively tall.

Regardless, I can't wait for more!