A Rack Of Weights, A Bottle Of Wine, And Thee
By Klunker100(@yahoo.com)
Part II


(An older woman introduces a young housewife to the pleasures of
weights, wine, and each other. Contains mild violence, lesbianism, 
graphic sex, and coarse language.)

Almost a year had passed, and Connie was leading a double life. When 
husband Eric was home, she was the image of the perfect hausfrau, 
enjoying their public and private moments. But when he was away or 
playing golf, she spent every spare moment at her neighbor-lover's 
apartment, either sharing her bed or working out in the basement 
funhouse (the lines were usually blurred). Allison was pleased at what 
her tutelage had done for her friend: soft, rounded shoulders were now 
broad and squared-off, stomach flab was now washboard abs, and her 
breasts...ah, yes, her breasts...just as big and fleshy as before but 
now they were fuller and firmer. It seemed to take more baby oil to 
cover her all over, and Allison sure as hell enjoyed the extra time it 
took.

Connie was thrilled with her progress in all facets: She could move 
heavy furniture at home when she vacuumed, and she no longer had to ask 
one of the stockboys to help her pick up anything at work. In fact, 
nobody at work really knew what was going on...since her fat was 
replaced by muscle, Connie didn't have to buy a new wardrobe. She did, 
however, treat herself to some sets of hot pants and sports bras to wear 
around the house (hers and Allison's). Any housework she did, she made 
sure it was in front of the nearest looking glass. (Eric wondered why 
she suddenly wanted him to hang several full-length mirrors around the 
apartment.) Just thinking about her new body made her horny enough to 
swell her nipples, which made her hornier yet. Eric noticed something 
was different about his bride but couldn't put his finger on it...he 
couldn't see her body in the darkened bedroom, but he wondered why her 
embrace suddenly resulted in back pain.

The women's workouts had become a game. Each would start out wearing a 
full set of clothes and wait for the other to peel 'em off, a layer at a 
time. Connie would feign improper use of the equipment just so Allison 
would come over and correct her...never failing to rub one body part or 
another. Connie was creeping up to the same weights Allison was using. 
Competition soon followed: it started with a little arm wrestling...they 
would lie prone on the floor and clasp hands. They didn't really care 
who won, they liked watching their biceps swell and each other's breasts 
jiggle with each movement. Then came wrestling...arms, legs, and jugs 
intertwined, and two muscular bodies rolling around on the floor. 
Nighttime was equally anticipated. Dinner dishes were quickly cleared 
and the bed quickly warmed.

One night, as they were settling in Connie's bed for one of their 
'wrestling matches', the front door opened and slammed shut. They froze. 
They heard somebody walking up the steps and got scared. Eric wasn't due 
home for two more days. But what did they have to worry about? Each of 
these two women was strong enough to defeat any bad guy. The footsteps 
grew closer. The bedroom door was pushed wide open and there stood Eric, 
who proclaimed, "I finished up early so I thought I'd surprise you. What 
do you think of that?"

It was Eric, however, who was surprised. There was his wife, in their 
bed, with her blouse half unbuttoned, being straddled by another woman 
who was doing the unbuttoning. He realized what was happening and was 
too stunned to move. Allison broke the tension. "You must be Eric. 
Hi...I'm Allison. I've been keeping your wife company while you've been 
gone." She climbed off the bed and walked towards him. Connie followed, 
not knowing what to do next.

Allison deftly put her arms on Eric's shoulders and began walking around 
him. Connie was bewildered. It didn't make her jealous to see her lover 
snuggling up to her husband, it just amused her. And she wasn't sorry 
her secret was out. She rolled over on her stomach, propped her head on 
her hands and began quietly giggling in anticipation of whatever her 
friend might have up her sleeve.

Allison pressed her chest against his back and said, "My, my. You are a 
big, strong, handsome man, aren't you?" Eric was still too stunned to 
move. His face was flush and his eyes were big as saucers. "No wonder 
Connie can't wait for you to come home." She slid her hand into his and 
squeezed. Eric thought he was caught in a vise. Allison then twisted it 
at the wrist, causing him to lean over, contorted. With blinding speed, 
she stepped in front of him and delivered a roundhouse blow to his 
stomach. He yelled in pain and doubled over. He had never been hit so 
hard...especially by a woman six inches shorter than he.

Allison then put both hands on his shoulders and forced him into a 
chair. Still in pain, he was defenseless against this powerful woman. 
With one hand, she held him in place by his chest while she reached 
behind him and grabbed Connie's hair curler. She wrapped it around him 
and knotted it in back of the chair. Then she quickly looked around and 
spotted a roll of tape, which she used to place over his mouth. Now it 
was time to twist the knife.

"Didn't think a woman could be so strong, did you, Eric?" Connie 
continued to gawk and giggle as her lover taunted her husband.

As she stood in front of him and unbuttoned her cuffs, Allison said, 
"You know, Eric, dear, Connie says you're a real hot shot. Shall we 
see?" Eric began to visibly sweat as Allison unbuttoned her sheer 
blouse. He looked over towards his wife, who never even glanced back at 
him...her eyes were firmly fixed on the other woman and she never 
stopped giggling. Eric began to shudder at the thought of what kind of 
power she had over Connie.

Allison let her blouse slide off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra 
and Eric -- still bound and gagged -- gawked at her womanly charms just 
as his wife did a year earlier. Allison put her hands on her hips and 
flexed her chest. She took a step back so Eric could get a better look 
and said to him, "Quite impressive, aren't they? Do you want to feel 
them?" She walked up to Eric, placed her hands behind his head and 
thrust it in her cleavage. He tried to think of other things to keep 
from becoming aroused, not wanting to let his wife see how badly he 
wanted to commit adultery with this strange woman. But nature was more 
powerful.

Allison released his head and took a step back. "My cunt is just as 
smashing as my tits," she smirked. She deftly unzipped her skirt, let it 
fall, and slowly slid her panties off. Eric trembled harder. Allison 
then reached towards his crotch and unzipped his trousers. It was a 
relief, since Eric's cock was already rock-hard. Allison exposed it and 
fondled it, saying "Yeah, that is a nice hunk of meat," as she straddled 
him. She began humping and Eric couldn't contain himself. He came 
quickly, feeling ashamed of himself but glad he had a chance to screw 
this superwoman. His ego was only slightly deflated by virtue of her 
minimal orgasm.

She climbed off of him and pondered the experience. "Not bad. Now let's 
see what your better half can do," she said, as she walked over to the 
bed.

Connie rolled on over her back and let her head hang over the edge of 
the bed. Allison, still dripping Eric's cum, spread her legs over 
Connie's face and bent over slightly, her hands stretched on the bed for 
support. Eric was as much in awe of her muscular back as he was her 
front. Allison's legs and ass were perfectly shaped, her muscles not 
diminishing her femininity. He started to get another hard-on.

With Allison bent over her, Connie wrapped her hands around the older 
woman's shapely thighs and jammed her head into her cunt. Connie's 
gorgeous, shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair gently hung down and 
swayed with the two women's movements. The sight of the top of his 
wife's head between another woman's legs was too much to bear and Eric 
began to scream...but the tape muffled his sounds. Hearing this, and for 
her own amusement, Connie lowered her head slightly and angled it so her 
husband could see her tongue at work, slowly and deliberately 
accentuating its every move. She moved her hands up to Allison's ass, 
all the time caressing her. Allison soon began to moan.

Seconds later, Allison began to shudder, as had Eric. Her muscular body 
tensed up, accentuating her muscles, as she climaxed. Allison fell limp 
on the bed, next to Connie.

"No doubt about it, Eric," said Allison. "She's a better fuck than 
you'll ever be!" Her friend's taunting brought Connie to unbridled 
laughter as Eric fought back tears. "Now let's see what she can do."

Connie shifted position on the bed until she was perpendicular to Eric. 
Allison, still fully nude, took a position between her legs. She made an 
exaggerated gesture of making a fist and raising her middle finger. 
Connie lifted her knees and spread them apart as Allison leaned on one 
of them and deliberately thrust her extended finger up Connie's loose-
fitting skirt. With no panties to stop her, Allison had no trouble 
reaching her friend's sweet spot. As Allison stirred, Connie began to 
writhe and moan, occasionally grabbing her breasts. Eric sat there, 
staring and numb.

It took several minutes for Connie to peak. As soon as Allison drew her 
hand out, Connie grabbed it and pulled it towards her, placing her still 
extended middle finger in her mouth. She turned her head towards Eric as 
she ran her tongue provocatively over it. The women were enjoying the 
show they were putting on. When Connie finished, Allison got up off the 
bed and began the next phase.

"Your sweet wife is just full of surprises, isn't she, Eric?" She turned 
towards the bed and said, "Connie sweetheart, I don't think your hubby 
knows what you've been up to, shall we show him?" She took Connie's hand 
and led her in front of her husband. "Have you taken a good look at her 
lately?" 

Allison walked around to Connie's back, reached for the front of her 
blouse and finished unbuttoning it. She slowly removed it and said, 
"Take a deep breath, dear...and make it good." Standing just three feet 
in front of her husband, in only her sexy bra and skirt, Connie drew in 
air and her chest muscles began to bulge. All those months of lifting 
and straining were evident; right here, right now. Eric could see the 
well-defined muscles he never knew his wife had. Her breasts were large, 
as before, but the added muscles to her torso made her look even 
sexier...large shoulders, thicker arms, rippling stomach muscles...the 
works. And he now knew why she was able to give him back pains when she 
hugged him. He began to sweat again. Allison, in her best mocking voice, 
said to Connie, "Now show him what you can really do..."

Connie walked over to the closet and took out his new set of golf clubs. 
She removed a 9-iron and stood square in front of him once again. 
Without saying a word, she grabbed both ends of the club, sneered at her 
husband, and proceeded to bend it into a perfectly-shaped "U." These 
were expensive titanium signature clubs, but she figured that after 
tonight her marriage was over so she had nothing to lose. Eric, in awe 
of his wife's tremendous newfound strength, wasn't fully aware of what 
it was that she had just mangled. When she finished, Allison said to 
her, "Oh, come on now...you can do better than that!" The older woman, 
whom he had observed was just a little more muscular than his wife, took 
out two more clubs and handed them to her friend. Connie smiled and bent 
both of them at once. Eric, once more, was in a state of disbelief -- it 
finally sunk in just what she was bending.

Allison really wanted to prove a point. She turned towards Eric and 
said, "Still not convinced?" (He was, but she wanted to drive home her 
point.) She removed a driver from the bag and started handling and 
examining it. "Nice grip. Let's see how it holds up. Ready, darling?" 
She stood next to Connie, who flexed her biceps and tensed her body. 
Allison wound the club behind her back and let fly a swing that landed 
right in the younger woman's breadbasket. There was a loud thud as the 
club head struck her abs, but Connie didn't flinch. "I don't think this 
club's built very well. Let's see." Allison wound up a second time and 
slammed the club against her stomach once again, this time impacting it 
halfway up the shaft. The club bent on impact, forming itself to the 
contours of Connie's tree-trunk torso. Eric started to sweat harder.

Allison examined all the deformed clubs, making sure they were in Eric's 
line of sight. "Tsk, tsk, tsk...all that money you make and you can't 
buy a better quality golf club," she said, mockingly. "Why, just look at 
her...not a mark on her!" Connie was still flexing her biceps as Allison 
ran her hands over where the club had hit her...barely a red mark but 
Connie didn't budge from the harsh blows...and she still had that sneer 
on her face as she stared her husband down. Allison then removed 
Connie's bra. "And look at her tits. Have you ever seen anything so 
impressive," she said as she cupped and caressed her friend's breasts. 
They were more beautiful than Eric remembered. He became fixated on them 
as her nipples swelled. Connie was thoroughly enjoying this. She loved 
her husband, but this was just too much fun.

"Oh...I'm sorry...this must be terribly embarrassing to you. Are you 
uncomfortable, Eric?" Allison said. She ran her hand down the front of 
Connie's skirt and began massaging her crotch. Connie moaned quietly. 
"Your wife is really a hot babe. Don't you wish you could be fucking her 
right now? Wouldn't you like her to spread her legs for you?" She pulled 
down Connie's skirt to reveal her strong, shapely legs. Eric couldn't 
believe his eyes. Allison began rubbing her crotch harder and he tried 
to scream. "She really has one wet cunt, doesn't she? Wouldn't you like 
to have her wrap it around your cock right this minute?" Allison was 
feeding off her own taunting. She stepped in front of Connie and said, 
"Would you indulge me here, sweetheart?" Allison turned towards Eric and 
said, "Whose tits do you like better, Eric, hers or mine? I think your 
wife has great tits, don't you, Eric?" His wife was muscular, horny, and 
thoroughly enamored with another woman. He now knew he had spent too 
much time out of town. 

Connie still loved her husband but was thrilled with herself...her new 
body and her new sexual energy. She turned to Eric and said, "Don't 
worry, darling...there's enough wine for all of us."