I'm fading, and she isn't letting up. This isn't too bad, anyway...

My beloved wife's sweaty bosoms are about to make me pass out. And to think I put them there in the first place...

I'm about to tap, but I'm having a hard time doing even that...

I hear her voice, distant-sounding, even though it's right here...

I'm trying to tap out, struggling not even to win, but just to lose.

But before I can, she is tapping first?

No...

"One..." smack

"Two..." smack

"Three!" smack

She releases me, giggling. She raises her fist in the air, then flexes her muscles, still laughing.

"And the winner is...me! Wow, darling, you are really out of shape! I feel bad, though. Let me give you a consolation prize..."

My young conqueror pulls my speedos down, licking her lips.

"We need to have a rematch sometime," she purrs. "I'll try to go easier on you next time..."

"Thank you, dear," I sigh.

She gets a firm hold of my cock, and begins to lick it ever so gently, a huge contrast to the dominatrix I faced mere seconds before.

My pride is hurt, but if this is losing, who wants to win?