Tease Tom by doing yard work

"Follow me," was all the instruction Sarah gave before walking out the back door of their home. Interested in seeing what she was up to, and excited by being ordered around, Tom did as she asked, and found her looking at the cluttered mess their yard was.

Over the years, they'd let it become overgrown with weeds, which had begun engulfing the twenty year old outdoor furniture. They kept saying they'd take care of it...well, Tom kept saying that, but he never had the energy to actually do anything about it.

Taking off the stretched cardigan she'd been wearing and throwing it to the dirt, Sarah stretched her powerful muscles with her hands interlocked above her head, surveying the backyard. "I'm gonna do what you never could, little man. Watch, and don't even think about helping. If I want something, I'll fuckin' ask for it. You just enjoy the show~"

And what a show it was. Sarah didn't use any tools, only looking at the shed where they were kept and snorting disdainfully. Instead, she grabbed and pulled the weeds out with her bare hands. Tom had tried that once before, but the variety that grew here were so deeply rooted that it took minutes of straining to get them to budge.

Sarah was ripping them out one-handed without issue. In fact, she seemed annoyed by how boring the task was becoming, grunting out, "Shit, this is slow, boring, and I'm not even getting a fuckin' workout." Looking at the furniture, she seemed to get an idea.

The table and chairs were completely covered and entangled in weeds, so she just strode through the sea of green plantlife, her darker green moving in a way that hinted to Tom the powerful muscles hiding underneath her softness. She grabbed a chair first, reaching under the weeds to take hold of the metal underneath, and then started to strain herself. Tom watched with rapt attention as her muscles flexed, her back rippling under her tight blouse, and then the sound of ripping plants started to fill the air.

It took nearly half a minute of continuous lifting, but the chair came free in Sarah's hands, and she let out a long huff, breathing heavily now, her forehead starting to bead with sweat. "There we fuckin' go!" she shouted, and then tossed the chair a few feet away from where Tom was standing. He yelped, flinching, the fear easily melding with his arousal at the sight of how powerful his wife was now. "Have you always been this much of a fuckin' pussy?" she asked derisively, before snorting. "Oh well. Keep watching, human."

She started on the next chair now, and as she continued from chair after chair after chair, her body became coated in sweat. She was finally getting a good workout. Even from fifteen feet away, Tom could smell it, smell her. It was a thick smell, metallic and musky and...and heavenly. He had the impulse to come closer, to hug her, to smell her closely, but she'd told him to just watch.

Four chairs in, she turned to him and shouted, "Hey, make yourself useful! Get me a fuckin' beer!" He wasted no time in doing just that, running inside to pull an ice cold beer from the fridge and bring it out to her. She snatched it from his hand, and this close he was hit by how strong she was, how tall she was, how musky and debauched. Sarah drank the beer in a single pull, burped, and threw the bottle out into the yard.

"Oh, um, we should probably try to recycle th-"

"Do I look like a fuckin' elf to you? Finish that sentence, I dare you." He didn't dare. Filled with fear and arousal in equal measure, Tom stood there as she laughed in his face and pushed him away with one hand. "I've got more to do. Watch, and no touching that tiny dick of yours. From now on, you only get to do play with yourself when I tell you to."

Nodding in agreement, he backed away and watched her finish the job, completely removing all the old ruined furniture from the weeds and tossing it into the paved section of the backyard. "G-good job, honey."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Of course it was a good job, I'm the one who fuckin' did it." She came closer, staring down at him with a satisfied expression on her face. "Fuck, I never knew how good it felt to do something like that." She raised an arm, revealing a very thick patch of hair underneath, and even she blanched a little. "Holy shit, I fuckin' reek." Then she reached down with one hand and rubbed Tom's crotch through his pants. "Course, you probably like that, don't you? Such a perverted fuckin' human. Well, I know just what to do about that..."