A strong wife Part II by Mscllver Mike knows Carol is stronger, but he just has to test her patience. Things started going from the sublime to the ridiculous as events occurred that offered Carol the opportunity to demonstrate her muscular superiority. Constantly it seemed we would find ourselves in situations where Carol's superior strength saved the day and I was made to look like some weak bystander. However, the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back occurred one particular Saturday. It started in the morning when I was reading the newspaper and Carol was cleaning up the breakfast dishes. She was going to take the kids shopping for school supplies and was finishing up her morning routine, while I was getting ready for a day of football watching. Before she left, I saw an article about some couple in a nearby town that had returned home and surprised an intruder. The intruder apparently beat the husband senseless and raped the wife. When I read parts of the article to Carol, she continued with the dishes and matter-of- factly indicated that if something like that happened to us that she would protect me. I asked what made her think that I would need protection? Didn't she think that I could protect my family? "Well, I'm not saying that you would always need protection dear, but if the intruder were getting the upper hand then I would never let anyone hurt you. that I would protect you - that's all I'm saying" Carol replied. "What does that mean? If I couldn't protect myself, you would have to come to my rescue? What makes you think that if I couldn't handle the intruder that you could?" I asked with a little annoyance in my voice. "Well c'mon Mike," Carol said. "It's not like its any big secret that I'm the stronger of the two of us" And with that she put the dishwasher detergent in the holder, wiped her hands on her apron and flexed both her arms and smiled at me; saying with obvious pride, "Look at the size of those babies. even I'm amazed at how big they have become". At that moment, Mike, Jr came into the room and said, "When are we going to the store Mommy?.Wow Mom, those are big muscles! Can I feel them?" Carol bent over slightly and flexed her right arm and as her muscle grew into a huge softball pushing the material of her blouse for all it could stretch, Mike grabbed onto her upper arm. His small hands seemed even smaller when compared to her bicep. She then stood erect lifting Mike's 80 lb body into the air. With his feet dangling a foot or so off the floor, Carol spun around several times giving Mike a great ride and Mike loved it. Finally Carol stopped and put Mike down indicating she was getting dizzy. "Can I see your muscle too daddy?" Mike asked as he dropped off his mother's arm. "Yeah Mike, let's see your muscle." Carol added to Mike, Jr's urging. As I flexed my right arm as hard as I could, I already knew it would not compare to what Carol had already displayed. Nevertheless, I gave it my best shot and as Mike Jr. grabbed on, I too attempted to pick up his body and had trouble with that much weight hanging off my one arm. Mike dropped off and said, "That's pretty good Dad, but Mommy's arm is much bigger.and harder! Mommy, when I grow up I want to be as big and strong as you! I can't wait to tell the kids at school.Jimmy Smith is always telling everybody that his Dad could beat up any kid's dad in the school, but I'll tell him that his dad probably couldn't beat up my mother!" "You don't need to be saying that!" Carol said. "Adults don't think about beating each other up". As Mike, Jr left the room, it was as though Carol's last remarks had not even registered with me. I picked up the discussion where we had left off. "So you're saying that if I couldn't beat up the intruder and you could that therefore you can beat me up." "C'mon Mike, you sound like your son, but he's a child and has an excuse. I didn't say anything about my ability to beat you up, but now that you mention it, maybe we could give it a go later in the bedroom. I'll throw you around the room a little and after I've made you cry uncle, or should I say aunt, a few times, I'll stand on the bed in a victory pose and let you hang off my arms also.we'll call it foreplay!" Carol smiled as she said it and jokingly came over and gave me a soft tap in the chin. I stared at her and wanted to tell her that just because she was stronger in lifting things didn't mean she could beat me up. After all, there was an art and a science to fighting. The ability to take a punch and not panic at the sight of blood. The ability to get someone in a hold and render them defenseless. These were all things tied up in fighting and I doubt Carol had had any experience in this area. Was this the way I would convince her that I was still the man of the house? Did I have to have a fight and impress her? However, before I could say anything, Carol said, "I need to get some new shirts; my old ones are starting to get a little tight in the arms. With that, she again flexed her right arm and showed me how the seam was beginning to pull apart. Her last demonstration with Mike, Jr., had helped put additional tension on the seam and as she flexed her right arm hard, I watched as the stitches began to pull away from the material. At first it was slow, but as Carol continued to flex, her arm screamed for relief and I watched as the entire row of stitching near her muscle gave way. "OOPs, I had better watch that." she said. "Soon, I'll have no shirts if I keep flexing these things. The other day, I reached over to scratch my left shoulder and the shirt I was wearing simply gave way right down the middle of my back. I felt like the Incredible Hulk breaking out of his clothes." I stood there speechless and then simply turned and walked away. As I was walking up the stairs to our bedroom, Carol shouted after me, "When you go upstairs, tell the kids to wash their hands and get ready toleave. and don't be trying to pick Mikey up with one arm.or two.leave the heavy lifting to me!" I then heard her laugh. Carol had been out shopping with the kids for several hours and Jim had come over to watch some college football games with me. My teams were favored and I quickly took Jim up on his offer to bet me they would lose. Of course I had to give him some points, but they were less than the betting line, and so I thought I had made a wise decision. By the end of the double header I had lost a couple of hundred dollars and Jim, not being a good winner, was particularly annoying in his gloating. Shortly after he left with my check in hand, Carol and the kids returned home. Now judging from Carol's demeanor when she walked through the door, I could only sense that the kids had not been the perfect angels we all would like our kids to be. When the kids ran upstairs to play, Carol came into the family room and just stood there looking at the mess Jim and I had made in her absence. I don't know if it was the wet glasses on the coffee table without coasters, the dropped nacho chips on the new beige carpet, or the spilled guacamole sauce on the white couch (which I truly had not noticed, but would soon enough) that upset her more or just a combination of all. Perhaps it was the fact that I was wearing shoes in the house even though I had agreed to the new family rule about not wearing shoes once the new carpeting had been laid. Whatever it was, she had only just picked up the glasses to bring them into the kitchen when she announced that she was not my maid and that I needed to clean that room myself. Still burned about losing the two bets and with that little devil shouting in my ear, I said, "no. you clean it up.that's your job, I work for a living." Carol simply stared at me and I could tell there was a combination of pain and anger in her expression. My words hurt and incorrectly depreciated the value of the work she did do as a stay at home mom. As I attempted to leave the room, Carol blocked my way and asked where I thought I was going. I attempted to step around her and then tried to push her aside. It was not a hard push, just a simple placing of my hand on her shoulder and a little bit of a shove. But, for the first time in our marriage, I had actually placed my hands on her in anger. Whatever was going through her mind at that moment, I can only imagine, but what followed was clear. She was not going to let me get out of there without cleaning up the mess and if she too had to resort to physical force, well, so be it. Not expecting the shove, Carol was pushed off balance, but quickly recovered. She grabbed me by the back of the belt as I walked by and pulled me back into the family room.hard. I was the one now that was off balance and if not for her still holding onto my belt, I might literally have been flung against the wall. "I'm not kidding Mike, clean up this mess!" Now, I'm supposed to be a smart guy and should have seen the writing on the wall. But I was angry and that little devil whispering in my ear insisted I hold my ground. I actually grabbed Carol by her lapels and said "don't fuck with me Carol.I'm not going to spend my weekends after a hard week of work doing your housework". Carol was incensed.not only had I cursed at her, but I was grabbing her in anger like I had never done before. She quickly brought her arms up knocking my hands off of her and then she grabbed me by the lapels and shoved me against the wall.and there she held me. "Don't you ever put your hands on me like that again!!! And don't you ever use that language when talking to me.do you understand?!!!! You will clean up this room if I have to make you do it.do you understand that!!!" Now, while Carol is busy scolding me, I'm pinned against the wall and struggling like crazy to get away. My hands are grabbing her wrists trying to remove them from my shirt and I realize I'm in pain from her fists digging into my chest. I can see the veins visible in her forearms and sense that I'm pretty much at her mercy at this moment. This is when Carol also senses that the balance of power has completely shifted. A smirk appears on her face and she began to taunt me. "What's the matter Mike.can't get away? Why don't you try cursing your way out of this.or better yet, why don't you just push me again? You know who the stronger of the two of us is and that you don't stand a chance in getting out of this without doing what I tell you to do! " I don't know if I was more angry or frustrated at that moment as I continued to pull and push at her arms trying to remove them from my chest. But Carol was on a roll now and continued to mock my efforts. "Come on Mike.You're a big strong man. Maybe you can think of me as an intruder and show how you can protect your family.". And as she said this, she dropped her right hand down to my belt and began to lift me until my feet were literally dangling off the ground. She held me there a few seconds and then snickered, saying, "My, you're so tall Mike. I tell you what, if you can get away, I'll clean this room. I'll even hold you with just one hand to try to even things out." Lord, that stung. She then lowered me back to the floor, brought her right hand back to my shirt and released her left hand and held me there with just her right. However, where I thought I was in pain before with her fists digging into my chest, I was now in real pain as she had shifted all her weight behind her right arm and pressed it hard against my chest. I tried to slide against the wall and both my hands were tugging at her hard right forearm and wrist, but I wasn't making any progress. Finally, she announced that this was getting tedious and that I had one minute to escape or else I had better start cleaning up. With that, she began to look at her watch and began counting down the time. "Ten seconds have gone by Mike; fifty more to go. Fifteen seconds Mike. When you begin cleaning up, get that sauce off the couch first. Twenty five seconds have now gone by, just thirty five more to go.come on Mike.are you even trying? If there are any crumbs under the couch, you'd better get those also.and if the couch is too heavy for you to move, I'll move it." My frustration was now turning to real anger and when I noticed that she was no longer looking at her watch, but inspecting her fingernails, my rage erupted. I slammed my fist down on her arm to break her hold, but to no avail. She then said, "Is that the best you can do? Why don't you give it another shot tough guy!" And so I did, but again she held her grip firm. I knew my shot had to hurt, as I could see the red mark on her arm and reasoned that no matter how strong she had become, she wasn't super woman. But when she only replied with a giggle and, in a voice of a mother talking to a child, said "Is Mikey having a tough time? Is Mama Bear too strong for little Mikey? My rage erupted. I told her to get her fat fucking hands off me. She simply stared at me and said, "OK Mike, here's your chance to prove you're a tough guy. I'm just holding you against the wall; what do you think an intruder would be doing? C'mon big mouth, show me what you would do if I was a stranger.c'mon Mike, scared? Her taunting had done it and so I hit her in the stomach. But Carol simply looked at me and it was obvious that even my last punch had had no impact.other than to make her madder. I couldn't believe that my punch to her stomach had had no effect, but I was unable to get my full weight into it as she held me against the wall. Nevertheless, I knew I had clearly caught her by surprise, but it felt like I had hit a padded wall. Could her stomach be that strong? Well, before another thought could go through my mind, Carol released my shirt but immediately followed up with a shot to my midsection in retaliation. She completely knocked the wind out of me and then watched me drop to my knees in pain. As I fought to catch my breath, I reached out and placed my hands on Carol's massive thighs. I had not had the wind so completely knocked out of me in years and that sense of panic, of wanting the world to stop until you could regain control of your senses and your ability to breathe came over me. Placing my hands on her thighs was the only way I could communicate to her that I wanted her to hold on for a second. I then started to raise my right hand to tell her to stop . And then, as though she were a ringside announcer, she began to say, "And Mike is down.oh he's in trouble now.what is he going to do? Is he going to put his tail between his legs and run? No, what's this, he's going to put his head between his wife's legs and hide. and with that, she came closer and stuck my head between her thighs and began to squeeze. The pain was excruciating and I was in a panic. I placed my hands on her calves to pull her legs apart, but it was like trying to separate two steel girders. Within seconds, Carol released me, but I felt her grab onto the back of my shirt and drag me across the room where she shoved my face into the guacamole stain that had dried on the couch. She began to rub my face in the couch and told me I could lick out the stain for all she cared. I was tempted to punch down onto her bare foot, but she must have read my mind because her next move was to place one foot on the back of my neck and forced my face down to the ground. She now made herself comfortable on the couch and while keeping one foot on my neck, she then placed her other foot under my mouth and told me I should kiss her feet for all that she did for me in this house. And then she demanded I kiss her feet and began running her toes across my lips. At first I resisted, but when I was finally able to catch my breath and took in a huge gulp of air, her first three toes were firmly shoved into my mouth. She began to wiggle her toes and was really ratcheting up the humiliation factor. I grabbed at the foot that was in my mouth, but had no luck removing it. In fact, the more I tried to pull it away from my mouth, the harder she pushed it in and my arm strength was no match for her leg strength. I then grabbed for the foot that was holding my neck down, but the angle was impossible to get any leverage. She began to laugh as she watched my unsuccessful effort to remove her ankle and then she demanded that I suck each of her toes. I could no longer resist and so, totally humiliated, I complied. But in the last great act of defiance, I bit hard on her smallest toe resulting in a scream of pain from Carol and then a quick hard kick to my face and a punch to my head. The kick was more like a jab and didn't hurt as much as the punch to the head which actually brought tears to my eyes like when you are under a cabinet or table and rise up quickly banging your head. I felt like my teeth rattled with the force of her blow, but Carol was not through. She grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head up to her lap and then she forced my head between her thighs where she began to squeeze. Of all the pain I would feel this afternoon this was probably the worst. With my head buried face down into the couch and Carol's muscular thighs squeezing against both sides of my face and head, I was suffering a combination of oxygen deprivation and excruciating pain which soon brought about a sense of panic.sheer terror. I began to flail my arms and scream in fear. I could not breathe and I thought that if Carol squeezed any harder, she would crush my skull. My screams were muffled, but I knew Carol had to realize what she was doing; yet the squeezing continued. I grabbed onto her immense thighs and couldn't believe how rock solid hard they were as she stretched her legs out using my back as a foot rest. I tried to pry her legs apart, but again, it was like trying to pull apart the bars in that iron gate. My hands were dwarfed by her thighs and I could hear her mocking my efforts. Then I heard her say, "Gee, I wonder what's on TV now? It's so nice to just sit around the house and watch TV.." I was now terrified that she would hold me there until she did some real damage.Finally, I let my body go limp to signal complete surrender and to perhaps make her believe I had passed out. "Oh please Lord, make her stop", I silently begged. Finally, she released her grip and pulled my head up from between her legs. She looked at me with the look of an angry parent at an unruly child.and then she laughed. "Gee Mike, that's not tears in your eyes, is it?" Carol now rose from the couch grabbing me by the top of my shirt with one hand, while placing her other hand on my belt. In one motion, she stood up and then lifted me off the ground. My muscular wife would now put to rest any doubt I might still have held about her ability to totally dominate me. She effortlessly lifted me off the ground and then slammed me down onto the couch. She then made a motion as though she were about to punch me in the face and I instinctively flinched and put my hands up to protect myself. But the blow never came. Carol simply laughed and called me a wimp. "Is this how you would protect your family against a stranger that broke in.you're pathetic." Standing there now with her fists at her sides, she placed her knee on my stomach and began to press down. "Mike, do you realize what I can do to you now? One shot and I bet I can break your nose; maybe two shots and I can break your jaw. I could knock your front teeth out so you'd have trouble biting me like a little girl again. You've been real defensive and bitchy lately and it's starting to get on my nerves and then you have the gall to put your hands on me in anger, curse at me and imply that while you work all week, I don't do anything.then punch me in the stomach? This attitude of yours will end right now! I'm stronger than you Mike.get over it! You asked last night if I thought I could beat you up.did I answer your question? C'mon Mike, these are not rhetorical questions, I want an answer.do you think I can beat you up?" "Yes" I said quietly. "Say it all Mike." "Yes, I think you can beat me up." "Now tell me, did I just beat you up?" "Yes Carol, you just beat me up." "Do you want some more domination to realize you've just had your butt kicked by your wife? "No Carol" "No what?" "No Carol, please don't beat me up anymore." I could not believe this was my wife speaking to me, but as she hovered over me, I realized she could probably do everything she said. I figured I could really start throwing punches and do some damage myself, but then I realized that sooner or later, she'd get a grip on me and I wasn't going to out wrestle her. Further, what good would it do if I bloodied her face and the whole incident ended up with a police response? I would certainly lose that debate and be the one hauled off to jail. So, at that point, all I could muster was a softly spoken response that I would clean up the mess. But Carol was still angry and said I would also mop the kitchen and bathroom floors, clean the toilet bowls, and clean out the garage. I rose from the couch and mumbled something like "I'll clean the family room and that's it" when Carol grabbed me in a headlock and began squeezing my head hard in her forearms. I let out with a yell of pain which only led Carol to put one hand over my mouth. "Shut up wimp, do you want the kids to hear and come down the stairs and see mommy beating up daddy?" Could the humiliation get any worse I thought.? "I guess you haven't learned your lesson yet.you'll do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. Do you understand?" "Yes, Carol." Carol replied that she was going upstairs and told me that the rooms had better be spotless when she came back. With that, Carol left the room and I went about cleaning up the mess that Jim and I had made; happy that the beating was over. Mike, Jr. came down and asked me if Mom and I had been fighting. I said no, but he knew something was wrong as he asked me why mommy was in her room crying and why was my face so red. "No, everything's OK Mike, just go upstairs and play", I said. A few minutes later Mike returned and announced that mommy was OK. He said he had knocked on her door and when she answered it, she had a big smile on her face. Although she was wiping tears from her eyes, she said sometimes you laugh so hard, you cry. I cleaned up the family room, never entertaining the thought of walking out before I had finished. I cleaned the rest of the rooms as she had told me and realized that she did do a lot in the house. After cleaning up, I left the house and drove around for a while replaying in my mind what had happened. I had unnecessarily left a mess that was beyond reason and had acted improperly when called to task for my actions. Then, partly because I had had a bad day, I tried to intimidate my wife and she turned the table on me. What was I to do now, call a cop myself? What would I say? Yes Mr Policeman, my wife beat me up because after leaving a mess, I had an argument with her and then hit her to try to make her realize that I was the boss in the house. However, after I hit her, she threw me around the room a little and made fun of me. I didn't have a leg to stand on and so I did what any decent husband would do. I bought flowers and hoped she would accept my apology. As far as getting my butt kicked, I would have to deal with that at another time, but for purposes of the issues that led to the fight, I would have to put my tail between my legs and ask for forgiveness. I returned home, presented the flowers and earnestly said I was sorry. No mention was made of what had happened, but the tension still hung over the house. That night I tried to prove the old adage about making up being the best part of a spousal dispute. As Carol and I lay in bed, I finally reached out to hold her and was happy that she did not push me away. Soon we were touching and kissing as if nothing had happened earlier and I felt like things would return to normal. I did find however that I seemed to be more infatuated with her muscles than ever before and finally gave in to my urge by getting up and turning on the light. Having made love for years in the dark, I told Carol I wanted to see her magnificent body and was certainly not disappointed as she threw off the blankets and revealed herself completely to me. Since that day in the basement when she took off her shirt and gave me my first glimpse of what a pumped up hard physique she had, I knew she had increased her workouts even more and before me were the fruits of her efforts. The size of her breasts seemed accented so much by the slimness of her waist and for the first time I was now seeing the six pack abs that had protected her from the surprise blow to her stomach I had thrown earlier in the day. Her thighs were as large as ever, but the muscular definition was almost frightening. As she signaled me to come to her, it was with a sense of pleasure that this was my woman and that things would get better. I laid on top of her inserting my throbbing manhood into her and got the response I hoped for. Her moans of pleasure told me she wanted to make love as much as me. As she wrapped her legs around me to hold me close, I felt the warmth of her thighs pressing against me, but felt she might have been squeezing a little harder than normal. As she continued to squeeze, my pleasure soon turned to pain and I commented that she probably didn't know her own strength. I pushed myself up on my arms and she released her hands from my back, but still kept me trapped between her legs. She placed her hands behind her head and, in spite of my pain, I had to admit she looked so beautiful lying there. But the size of her biceps were not lost on me, as she seemed almost to be flexing them while I looked at her. She simply smiled at me, but didn't let go of her grip. "Oh, I think I know my own strength.in fact I know that I'm not even holding you as hard as I could" she said with a sly smile on her face. And with that, she squeezed a little harder.then a little more. "See, I'm not even exerting all my strength on you.yet." "Carol, this is really starting to hurt." I moaned "Come on baby, you can take it." "Agggh, Carol.this really hurts! I told you I was sorry, why are you doing this?" "I thought you liked Mama Bear's muscles? Don't you want to feel them holding you close.Here, lie down on Mama Bear's chest.Lie down and feel how nice and soft my large breasts are? They're even larger than my muscles" And as she loosened her grip slightly, I fell into her trap. Laying my head down on her breasts, I was prepared to resume the love making when all of a sudden she squeezed twice as hard and then held my head hard to her chest. With her upper arms pushing her mountainous breasts close to each side of my face, I realized she was cutting off all oxygen. I could not pull my head up from the strength of her arms and the pain being inflicted to my back and sides by her vice like grip was excruciating. My screams were muffled, and soon things began to get real fuzzy. I flailed my arms and tried to grab onto hers to pull my head free. I felt her immense biceps and realized I couldn't pry her arms from my head. I then tried pushing her legs off me, but as my hands pushed against her thighs, I realized I was no match for her. Finally, the last thing I remembered was her saying, "OK Mike, we'll end the argument right here.but don't ever do what you did today again!" And with that, everything turned black. I awoke next morning and seemed to have more cobwebs in my head than usual. Then the thoughts of what had occurred the night before came rushing back to me. "Great" I thought, "my wife had kicked my ass during the day and had laid me unconscious at night.what would today hold in store for me? If ever there was motivation to begin working out, this was it. I couldn't leave her and the kids and I truly realized I had started the fight yesterday, but she didn't have to do what she did to me last night. She had already proven during the day that she could beat me up.there was no need for her to carry on the fight.especially not after I had earnestly apologized". I brushed my teeth and got dressed in some sweats to go out to jog.today would be the first day of the rest of my life and I could not picture a future where I was afraid of my wife. I came downstairs and Carol was sitting at the breakfast table with the kids. I tussled Mike, Jr's hair and kissed Mary on the cheek. Carol asked me if I had had a good night's sleep and then let out a little giggle. Mike Jr. asked her what was so funny and Carol simply replied, "nothing dear, Mommy just thought of something funny". This was bad enough, but Mike Jr. persisted in knowing what Mommy was thinking. Carol then laughed a little harder and said, "Daddy sure makes funny noises sometimes before he goes to sleep". Of course, then both Mike and Mary wanted to hear what the noises sounded like. Carol asked me if I wanted to satisfy their curiosity and before this could get out of hand, I simply made some snoring like noises and both kids laughed. Carol got up from the table and asked me what I wanted to eat, but I told her I was going out to jog first. She then said, "Oh, I thought you would help me with the dishes today and watch the kids, I wanted to go out to the mall with Ellen in a little bit. I have to get some new blouses. I'm starting to bust my old ones at the seams around my upper arms". I just looked at her and started to stammer about wanting to go out to jog when I noticed her rolling up her sleeves. Now this kind of motion was probably no different than she had done a thousand times before when she was getting ready to do the dishes herself, but call me paranoid, it sure seemed like the sleeves were going up a little higher than normal, and the view of her biceps coming into sight was her new way of conveying a message. I looked at her arms and then looked at her and watched as she began to undo the string that was holding her apron around her neck. The sight of her biceps now pushing hard against her sleeves as she raised her arms up, was certainly making a point and I said OK and began to help her clear the table. She asked me if I wanted the apron, but I politely declined. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and Ellen was ready to go shopping. When Carol let her in the house, Ellen was going overboard in complimenting Carol on what a great husband she had. Ellen lamented that she could never get Jim to do anything around the house, not even clean up his own mess, never mind helping her. Carol smiled at me and told Ellen that yes, I was a sweetheart and that it really wasn't that hard to get me to help. "Isn't that right Mike?" she asked. "No, not hard at all", I replied and went back to doing the dishes. "Carol, you've got to tell me how you get him to help." As Carol and Ellen walked toward the side door leading to the garage, their conversation got real low, almost whispering, and then I heard Ellen exclaim, "Nooooo, you've got to be kidding me.Oh Carol, you've got to teach me." OK, I was paranoid.of course they were talking about me.weren't they? Of course I had no proof and my circumstantial evidence wouldn't hold up in court, but I'm sure I was going to be the subject of conversation in that car. What was Carol going to tell her? That she had kicked my ass, stuck her foot in my mouth, almost crushed my skull while she sat there getting ready to watch TV, and then smothered me to sleep? I had to start working out!!!! More to follow. For the next two weeks, I felt like I was walking on eggshells around the house.always careful not to do anything to upset Carol or worse, make her mad. I avoided her company as much as I could, but responded promptly to her requests. Nevertheless, I worked out religiously at the club during the day and had even hired my own personal trainer. It was funny when he asked me what my goals were as we began our first workout. I almost blurted out that I wanted to be as big and strong as my wife and that maybe one day I could kick her ass if I needed to or at least successfully defend myself. But instead I just told him I wanted a set of six pack abs (so if Carol ever hit me again, I wouldn't drop to my knees in agony) and a strong back (so I could withstand the strength of Carol's thighs the next time she wrapped them around me and squeezed). I also told him that my arms needed work. Things were going well at the club and I was pleased to find that I could adequately mix the workouts into my office routine without falling behind in my work. I finally had a decent regimen with good guidance on form and technique, but was disappointed when my trainer recommended that I start out with 10 pounds on the dumbbells and start working my way up from there. On the Saturday evening that marked the three-week anniversary of that horrific day, I was lying in bed reading when I heard Carol coming upstairs. I quickly put my book down, turned out my lamplight and turned away from facing the door so she wouldn't see my face when she came in. I heard Carol go through her routine of brushing her teeth and gargling, getting undressed, etc. and then I felt her get into the bed next to me. She asked if I was still awake, but I didn't respond. After a few seconds, she wrapped her arms around my waist and whispered in my ear. "Mike. Mike. Wake up". I acted as if she had awoken me and then I heard her say. "Mike, talk to me.it has been terrible around here the last few weeks.we hardly talk, we haven't kissed each other in so long and well, I feel like something is bothering you." "Oh, nothing is bothering me Carol.I just have to make sure I don't anger my wife for fear that she will beat me up". I couldn't believe I had said this out loud, but now the cat was out of the bag. "I'm sorry Mike.I was just so angry and hurt. I just acted in anger" "I said I was sorry and I really meant it.you didn't have to do what you did that night to me." "You're right, I'm sorry and if I had it to do all over, I wouldn't have been so rough on you." "But that is the point Carol.you know you can hurt me.what makes me think you wouldn't resort to that kind of persuasion again if it suited you.?" "Uhhhh.Because I'd be afraid I'd break you?.no, I'm only kidding.really Mike, I am sorry" I just shook my head and remained silent. Finally, Carol pulled me closer to her and I could feel her pressing her ample bosom into my back (Lord was she big, I thought). "Mike, I love you and I've done all this for you. I've worked hard to lose the weight and to get my body in shape so you would be proud to be seen with me. You are my world Mike, my lover, my friend, the father of my children and the only man I have ever been with.Please forgive me.or else.or else." "Or else what? You'll beat me to a pulp" "No.forget it, never mind" And with that I could hear Carol begin to sob. This was unfair.she knew that always got to me. Carol then turned over to her own side and curled herself into a ball with the blanket over her head and her sobbing became more pronounced.boy, she was really laying it on, but it served its purpose. I turned toward her and held her close and as we lay in a spoons position, she pulled my hand up to her breast and tucked herself closer in to me. Soon her sobbing quieted and she once again said, "Mike, I'm really sorry." "OK, I forgive you.now let me see that chest." Carol jumped out of bed and turned on the overhead light and stood before me in a new lacy nightgown (I think she called it a Teddy) that came only a third of the way down her thighs. She gave me a profile view, sticking out her chest as proud as she could, knowing that since our high school days I had always enjoyed this sight. She then leaned over, placing her arms onto the bed and pressing her breasts together with the upper part of her arms. This provided me a great view of her ravine like cleavage that ran the length of her mountainous breasts as well as the definition in her muscular arms. Then she removed her nightgown completely and stood before me in all her feminine beauty. My eyes hungrily took in the body that had been sculpted to perfection.and that had only a few weeks earlier been turned into a pain machine on me. "Is there anything else you want before we begin the main event?" She asked "Well yeah. how's about.let me see." "Oh I know what you want to see" Carol said, as she slowly flexed her biceps. "Oh my goodness Carol.they're huge.they're much bigger than I remember." I came to the end of the bed where I rose up on my knees and Carol came close to my side. She bent over a little and flexed her right arm slowly in front of my eyes. First, I softly ran my fingers over the massive bulge that had taken over her entire upper arm and then I followed the lines down to the almost equally large hump that formed her triceps. Finally, I brought my lips to her arms and was worshipping at the sight of mount Carol.kissing her biceps, while holding onto her heavy full breasts. "Papa Bear really likes Mama Bear's muscles.doesn't he.he really likes how big and hard they have become.? "Oh yes.Papa Bear loves Mama Bear's many muscles and Mama Bear's chest ain't so bad either." We both laughed as now I had joined in on the adaptation of the child's bedtime story. "How big are they Carol?" I asked. "Still 44s baby.just like you like them" "No, I mean these, as I grabbed onto her biceps." "I don't know, let's measure them.", she said. When I went to the closet to get the sewing kit that contained a cloth tape measure, Carol dropped to the ground to do some push-ups. She wanted to pump herself up as much as possible without resorting to weights. When I came back into the room, I impatiently waited.and watched as her triceps flared and contracted with each push-up, I looked at her muscular back and at her muscular thighs.and then couldn't resist temptation anymore.I gently climbed aboard. With my hands wrapped around her chest and holding her breasts and my legs completely on top of her, I was amazed that she barely broke stride in knocking out 15 more push-ups. Each time she went down, my hands were pushed to the carpet by her ample breasts and each time she rose, I became more turned on by her ability to easily lift the weight of my body. Satisfied that this would do, she rolled me off of her and we both stood up. Carol then flexed her right arm several times and then held one bicep flex hard. "Go ahead, measure that", she said proudly. I then extended the tape around her arm and literally dropped to the bed in shock."Oh my Carol.oh my! Do you have any idea how big you are?" "From your reaction, I'd say pretty big." "Carol, I was at the gym the other day and one of the regulars had just finished a hard workout.he asked my trainer to measure his arm and was quite pleased when Steve said it was 15 and one half inches. Now this guy is not a professional, but he is in great shape, etc., etc." "OK.you got me intrigued.how big is mine?" "Carol, you are 16 and one quarter inches!" "Oh my goodness.Mike, do you think I am getting too muscle bound?" "Gee Carol, that thought never crossed my mind.", I said as I looked square at her chest. "Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls. Hey, you never told me you hired a personal trainer. When did you do that?" "Right after that weekend. I knew I had to get serious about getting into shape and I guess I just want to be as big and strong as my wife". I realized at once that I loved my wife.not as I had loved her before, which I thought was as total as one man could love a woman, but with a sense of awe and wonder that almost bordered on worship. When she climbed back into bed with me, we made love that night, as we had never done before. Our lovemaking over the years had become fairly routine with a lot of touching and kissing for foreplay and then my finally getting on top of Carol and going as long and as hard as I could. Many ballgames were replayed in my mind as I did everything possible to hold back my own orgasm until Carol had come. Sometimes I resorted to hand massaging her to bring about an orgasm, but oral sex was never a part of our activities.until that evening. As I lay on top of Carol, I simply couldn't get enough of her body. My hands wandered over her breasts and I kissed and touched her as usual, but tonight, I wanted to explore her body more. I found myself kissing her abdomen, something that never turned me on when she was overweight. I ran my tongue into the ridges that her six-pack abs formed and ran my fingers lovingly over her vagina. My lips wandered down to her muscular thighs that she tensed for me several times. Soon I found myself kissing her calf muscles, which were absolutely rock hard. Carol lay there and moaned in pleasure and then I finally did it. I began searching out her clitoris with my tongue and she exploded on contact. She pulled a pillow over her face and screamed a scream of pleasure like I had never heard. No sooner had that orgasm passed then I was quickly able to bring another one on.and then another. Before the evening was through, Carol had orgasmed at least 6 times, maybe more. I had never heard her speak the words she spoke that night, but when she breathlessly said "that's enough. no more.I can't take anymore", I felt like a million bucks. I then got on top of Carol and placed my throbbing member into her vagina and pumped away as hard as I could.and she came once more. But before I could come, she squeezed me hard between her legs and I thought."oh no, not again". But this time Carol said."OK.let me try.it's only fair". She pushed me off her and kneeled on the bed next to me and grabbed my penis in her hand.and then placed it in her mouth. With her breasts laying on my thighs and her right hand holding my manhood, the image of her cocked right arm showing a huge bicep with her even larger breasts serving as the background was so visually exciting. I began to groan in pleasure and did everything possible not to come.I wanted this to last as long as possible, but to no avail.in seconds I too exploded. More to follow.