Husband and Wife no more.
by boxing fan



Jane approached the house from her run and began to sprint for the last 400
yards pumping her strong arms and legs. She was almost to the driveway before
she noticed someone at the front door and a cab leaving. It was her husband
Tim. She was ecstatic. She new he was arriving today but wasn't sure what
time. He had been overseas on an extended project for almost a year. They
talked almost every night but it still seemed like a lifetime. He hadn't
noticed her and was in his suit with his suitcase and was waiting with his
back to her at the front door. She ran right up to him from behind and tapped
him on the shoulder. When he turned around she grabbed him and hugged him and
then kissed him. He was slow to react. Still holding him with a hand on each
shoulder she backed away to get a look at him. He looked tired and run down.
He also felt like he'd lost some weight when she'd had her arms around him.
But she was so glad to see him. They talked about how hard he had been working
on the project. It was the first time the company had sent him on a project as
a lead and they both hoped it would turn into a career boost for him. He had
been working 24/7 and had told her he had never been so tired and run down in
his life but that he thought it had gone well.

They embraced again and she opened the door and they went into the kitchen and
sat down at the table. She wanted to hear everything. After some initial
conversation she suggested he change into something more comfortable and she'd
fix him something to eat.

When he came back in Jane was somewhat surprised and concerned by Tim's
physical condition. He had changed into some jogging shorts and a t-shirt and
he looked very frail to her. His legs and arms which had never been muscular
now looked almost like sticks. She wondered if she was more sensitive to it
just because she had spent the year he was gone totally focused on working out
and building her self up?

She had hired a personal trainer and had started lifting weights, sprinting
even taking some martial arts training. She tried not to stare. Tim sat down
next to her at the table and his shorts slid up on his thighs which were right
next to her own. She noted with astonishment how much more muscular her own
legs were than her husbands. She knew that her dark tan made her legs LOOK
more muscular than his bright white legs but the difference was still shocking
to her.

She got up and pulled her own running shorts down as far as possible ...
unconsciously trying not to embarrass him. She started to make some dinner and
continued chatting even as she grew more concerned about Tim's health. She
decided she'd get him to the gym with her. He'd never been athletic or a big
guy but that had never bothered her. He was sweet and a good man and that was
all she had ever wanted. She had quit her job about a year earlier and they
were going to try to have children but hadn't been successful in the few
months prior to Tim leaving for overseas.

Jane served dinner and watched her husband eat and couldn't help but notice
his thin arms while he sat at the table. She realized with another jolt of
concern that her own biceps were considerably more muscular and impressive
than his as well. He had no discernible arm muscle at all. When she flexed her
own arms in the mirror a nice little baseball appeared.

When they went to bed some time later he spent a long time in his dressing
room and emerged in pajamas ... both tops and bottoms ... something he never
had done before. She realized he was covering himself up and wondered if he
too had noticed the differences in their two physiques and was embarrassed by
the comparison. She had worn a tiny thong and bra to bed ... a sexy outfit
she'd bought the previous week and had been planning for weeks to surprise him
with her new sexy hard body. But now she hoped he wouldn't notice. Her
development would probably humiliate him. She kept the covers wrapped around
her tightly.

He turned his back to her and they went to sleep with their thoughts.

The next day Jane got up early and left tim sleeping ... he definitely needed
the rest. She got a morning run in and then did some abdominal work. She left
Tim a note that she was running some errands and that she'd planned a project
for the back yard for today and that he could help.

She had had some bags of concrete and cinder blocks and other materials
delivered over the last few weeks and had planned to build a new garden wall
in the backyard with Tim. She thought it would be a fun activity for the two
of them upon his return. He always enjoyed projects like this around the
house.

When she arrived back at the house it was about noon and she found Tim inside
watching TV. It was a beautiful day out with lots of sunshine but he was
inside with the shades down still in his pajamas. She came in and cheerfully
told him about her project and he agreed to help but without much enthusiasm.

She took him out to the garage and went over her plan with him. The first
thing they needed to do was start mixing some concrete in the back and move
the blocks out. She began to move the bags and he did as well. The bags were
80 pounds each but she had been deadlifting and squatting a lot more than that
at the gym and lifted a bag easily and began to walk into the back. When she
got back to the garage for another ... Tim was still struggling with his
first. He couldn't seem to get a grip on it. Again she was astonished at his
weakness and lack of conditioning as well as the relative difference between
them in terms of their physiques. She watched for a few seconds before
reaching over to help him. She helped him get it up high on his chest and
stood back. Tim grimaced and then staggered toward the back ... she turned
around and immediately heard a crash as Tim tripped and fell forward on to the
garage floor. She ran over to him and he was clutching his knee ... which was
obviously hurt. He had probably twisted it as well as scraped it pretty badly
on the concrete. She bent down and looked it over and then tried to get Tim to
stand up so she could help him inside and get a bandage and ice on it. Tim
couldn't get up without intense pain though. Not knowing what else to do she
reached her arms under his knees and around his back and easily lifted him up
in a cradle position. His body felt like nothing to her ... he was so pliable
in her arms she thought she could probably bend him over a few times and stuff
him in a small box like a ventriloquist's dummy. His legs were especially
light simply hanging like rags.

At this point in almost perfect timing their outgoing neighbor Ellen came
walking up. Ellen had been a college gymnast and was in great shape. She took
pride in her conditioning and had always had good natured fun at Tim's expense
as she was always outdoors exercising and Tim rarely did anything more
physical than walk from the car to the back door ... but even Ellen had no
inkling of Tim's degenerative condition after his year away. Ellen took in the
scene and couldn't help but smile at the situation. Another opportunity to
exploit. Jane explained what had happened. Tim said nothing. Ellen said she
hoped Tim would be alright and that he should work on those knees to get some
strength into them and then she left mercifully.

Neither Tim nor Jane said anything as she carried him in to the bedroom like a
sack of feathers and laid him down. Jane was completely embarrassed. What must
Ellen think about her husband that she could so easily handle him ... she was
probably thinking about how easily SHE could handle him as well ... Jane was
humiliated.

On Sunday ... Jane decided to take Tim to the gym with her. She told him on
the way that his knee would feel better with some training and that her
personal trainer was just the person for the job.

Silently to herself she wondered about how Sally would treat Tim. Sally was
built like a figure or fitness star and was fairly brutal to people who didn't
work out at the gym ... frequently berating anyone not in good shape. She even
would refuse potential clients that were outside the realm of what she thought
acceptable and worthy of training.

Jane took Tim inside the large new modern gym she had joined and found Sally
pretty quickly and told her what she was thinking. In a surprise to Jane ...
Sally was cordial ... shook Tim's hand and after giving him a quick look over
to size him up she had him try a few basic compound lifts starting with a
bench press ... a squat and a pullup. Not surprisingly to Jane but still
embarrassing to her ... Tim couldn't do anything but the weight of the bar in
the bench and squat and couldn't manage one pullup. Now she knew as if she
needed any proof that she was indeed MUCH stronger than her own husband. Sally
took Jane aside while tim was still struggling with his pullup and indicated
she thought that sparring in the ring was going to be the quickest way to
"toughen him up." She said she had time to work with him personally and to
take him to the grappling/sparring room and to borrow some of the clothing
she'd find in there for him. Before they headed out Sally maneuvered in front
of Tim and jumping up to the bar she slowly worked out full deep pullups while
looking at Tim and explaining the proper form and technique. Her arms and back
stood out impressively and they both knew she was showing off or just to
embarrass poor Tim. Jane grabbed Tim and took him towards the back of the gym
to the private training rooms and explained what was in store next ... hoping
along the way that Sally hadn't demoralized him too much already.

Sally joined the pair just as Jane had finished prepping Tim and hadn't gotten
him through the ropes and up on the the ring. Once in the ring herself ...
Sally removed her warmups to reveal a small tight black athletic bikini
bottom. It was an unusual choice and showed her very tanned and muscular legs
to the utmost. Jane began to realize that Sally was enjoying showing up Tim in
the muscle department. Up top she had her nike sports bra and her
training/sparring gloves. Tim was in the other corner also in shorts and a
tank top revealing his skinny and pasty white legs and arms. He wore sparring
gloves as well that looked 3 times to big for his body. Jane stood in Tim's
corner to offer him what she was sure was going to be much needed
encouragement.

This was supposed to be a training session for tim to get a feel for the
basics but Jane had an uneasy feeling based on the slight smirk on Sally's
face and the way she approached him from across the ring.Tim stayed in his
corner and put his gloves up. He looked very ineffectual and unprepared. He
was probably an inch or two taller than her 5 foot 7 but he gave away maybe 10
or 15 pounds to her ... all muscle from the looks of it.

Sally glanced at Jane once and smiled evilly. Jane had mentioned to Tim at
some point in the last week that she thought Sally went both ways and had a
sense that she actually was attracted to Jane ... a feeling that she had not
responded too. It crossed her mind that Sally might view Tim as her
competition. What could that mean she thought briefly?

Sally began to dance a little and gave Tim some instruction ... telling him to
keep his hands up and move a little. Tim raised his hands a little higher and
looked over to Jane for some support. She smiled at him and nodded toward
Sally with a go get em tiger look. He turned back to sally and jane watched
with not a little amount of dread. Tim's legs were spindly ... . his arms were
rails and his chest was thin. Sally was tanned, lean, muscular and athletic.
She was a tiger and tim was the fawn. She watched as sally toyed with him a
bit ... dodging a weaving and moving from side to side as if looking for an
opening ... even though tim's defenses were almost non-existent. If Sally
followed normal procedure she'd shadow box basically and only try and hit him
lightly with some body shots just to give him something to work with. This was
his first time in the ring and was really just an orientation.

Sally straightened up and then flicked out a jab that struck tim in the mouth
... sending his head flying back. The shot was light but made a sickening wet
smacking sound. Tim's eyes opened up like he'd been shot and his hands went to
his mouth. Sally responded sharply ... keep your hand up ... or you'll get hit
again ... keep moving. Tim looked at Jane and again jane tried to be
encouraging ... keep after her TIm .. you're doing good!

Sally proceeded to dance around tim. Jane noticed again how her muscular legs
flexed and unflexed impressively as she moved. Her thighs had that beautiful
sweep to them when viewed from the front and from the side when she put any
weight on them a deep groove formed showing the separation between her
quadriceps and hamstrings. With those legs in a ring wih tim she was a total
predator and she knew it.

Tim decided to throw a punch which sally of course saw coming a mile away ...
she easily dodged the slow shot and waited till tim was overextend to her
right and then drove an overhand left down onto the right side of his face
with another sickening smack. Tim squealed in pain and surprise and stopped
with his hand on his right eye.

Sally threw a couple more jabs at him and sternly warned him to keep his hands
up. Tim put his hands up and Jane noticed his eye already red. He was going to
have a nice shiner.

The beating continued for another 15-20 minutes and Sally methodically jabbed
at tim's face and upper body. Jane realized with a sickening appreciation of
her work that she was carefully beating him up as badly as possible without
knocking him out. She wanted to make an example of him for Jane to see and
ponder for the next week. Every time she saw tim's crushed lips or bruised
cheeks or black eyes she would realize how much physically super Sally was to
her own husband.

It was a cruel beating and Sally was enjoying every minute of it. She had
worked up a sweat and her tanned body was glistening. Tim was almost dead on
his feet. HIs knees were bent inward almost touching and could hardly hold up
his body any longer.

He gamely kept his front to Sally and tried to fend her off. Both his eyes
were swollen and would be black by evening. His nose had been bloodied and
Jane had stuffed swabs in each nostril at one point ... and his lips were
cracked in multiple places. His chest and upper arms were covered in red welts
that would be black and blue by morning.

The only thing Jane could think was that the beating at the hands and feet of
this beautiful woman was going to inspire him to work harder. If he was a man
rather than the mouse she was concerned he was ... he would survive and get
better.

Sally maneuvered closer to tim than she had before and dropping down slightly
powered an uppercut into tim's soft bulge of a stomach bending him over
double. Tim had lost his breath. Sally stepped back and glancing at Jane she
jumped in the air slightly and swinging her legs up gracefully giving a hint
to the soccer and gymnastics in her past ... wrapped her legs around Tim's
head and locked her ankles. The sudden weight of Sally's body was way too much
for Tim's tired legs and they collapsed. As they came down to the canvas Tim's
head hit the mat hard and bounced disorienting him badly.

Sally grabbed tim's hair and sitting on her back pulled his face high and deep
in her strong thighs and snaked her legs into a figure four. Her bikini had
slid up her legs until it was little more than a thong and exposed her entire
upper thighs and on the sides most of her well defined glute muscles.
Tightening the hold brutally Tim let out what can only be described as a
desperate sounding whimper as he felt the power in her legs take hold around
his soft thin neck. His face was exposed right above Sally's ripped
abdominals. Jane was stunned at the display of complete athletic, muscular and
utter physical dominance. She rushed out onto the ring. Sally could so easily
kill him with that kind of dangerous hold.

Sally watched tim's battered face suffer in her muscular leg noose with
satisfaction. She had worked hard for years to develop this kind of power.
Who's your daddy she muttered through tightly clenched teeth. Tim's thin body
was splayed out behind him ... his hands grasping feebly at the muscular limbs
that could crack his neck at any moment. Sally's legs flexed and grinded the
hold ... her strong muscles standing out in bold relief. the hold was so tight
tim couldn't utter a noise even though his mouth was stuck open like a he was
puckering for a kiss that was never coming. His eyes were open staring back at
Sally. Their faces were close only 12 inches or so apart and Sally looked at
him with a cruel curiosity like she was studying an insect in a glass jar. It
was almost a lover's embrace but of the praying mantis variety.

Jane yelled at Sally to let Tim go. Sally turned to Jane ... Why do you stay
with this pathetic worm Jane? Really. Look at him. I could END him right now.
You could have me? And yet you stay with this worthless piece of shit. Jane
glanced furtively at Tim worried about what was being implied. Don't worry ...
he can't hear a thing. He's deep in his own little pathetic world of pain and
humiliation at the moment ... believe me. Glancing at Tim again she realized
his expression was almost catatonic ... she noted how small his face looked
surrounded by Sally's tanned legs ... his nose still had the bandages sticking
out of each nostril ... his chin was locked down near her crotch. What a loser
was all she could think.

After a final hard flex of her legs Sally all at once released TIm ... jumped
to her feet ... grabbed her towel and headed for the locker room. Tim's face
thudded down like a log onto the mat. He was out cold. Sally said to Jane when
she parted the ropes ... maybe he'll learn something from this little lesson
... like what a modern woman can do to a skinny wimp of a man.

Jane got Tim home. His face was a mess. She got some aspirin into him and he
slept for a few hours. He woke later and jane found him sitting on the side of
the bed holding his head. She had come to a realization watching Sally
humiliate her husband. And it was time to act upon it. It was time for some
tough love.

He heard her approach and muttered "How was she capable of doing that to me
Jane? HOW? It was so humiliating." Sally sat next to him. She's much stronger
than you Tim and has trained for years. You haven't. She's athletic and
aggressive. You're not. And she's worked hard to develop strong muscles Tim.
She demonstrated that to you pretty clearly.

Tim looked at her with his two black eyes. I know she has some impressive
muscles but I didn't think it would make THAT much difference. She saw tears
welling up. Come here honey. SHe took Tim's hand and pulled him over to the
mirrors on their dressing room. SHe slowly pulled off her shirt and shorts ...
stripping down to the tiny two-piece posing suit she'd put on earlier for this
purpose. It was time for Tim to realize his new marital situation.

Tim stood next to her in the mirror in his boxers. She walked over to his
drawer and pulled out some bikini style underwear he never wore. Here put
these on. They'll help me to show you something. He turned his back to her
modestly and put them on as he was told. then he turned towards the mirror ...
where Jane proceeded to pose for him. She flexed her biceps for him and then
had him do the same ... the display was pathetic and as she watched him feel
her arms in awe she grew increasingly disgusted. She began to give him the
facts of life ... her muscular body was superior to his. She had him feel her
arms and then she asked him to imagine how much force she could apply to his
eyes or nose if she hit him using her arms. She pressed her fist against his
cheek for emphasis. Then she had him feel her legs and flexed them and again
had him flex his own thin legs. He felt her legs and looked at the tow of them
in the mirror and just shook his head in shame. Then she flexed her abdominals
and explained how even if he had managed to hit Sally ... she wouldn't have
felt a thing. ANd then she his stomach pooch and demonstrated the difference
offering him the opportunity to hit her own midsection. He hit her farily hard
and didn't make a dent and grabbed his own wrist.

Then in a final demonstration ... Jane reached out slowly and wrapped her left
bicep around tim and then secured a sleeper with her right arm up over the top
of his head. His whole face encased in her muscular arms. She did it slowly so
he could see it coming and he tried to get away but she just simply
overwhelmed him like he was a child. Then she dragged him over close to the
mirror and pulled him up higher so there were looking at each other in the
reflection. Resting her face on his shoulder and almost whispering into his
ear. Tim ... look what i could do to you right now. I could squeeze this hold
tighter and starve your brain of oxygen ... she flexed her arm and he gasped.
You can't do a thing bout it tim can you. Then she force his head down and
brought her leg up and around his own leg at his knobby knee and hooked it in
tight the little teardrop muscles around her own knees expanding menacingly
... . Or I could put you on the ground and wrap my legs around yours in a
grapevine and force you into the splits until your tendons snap. Or .. as
Sally demonstrated I could wrap these legs around your head. HOw did that feel
Tim? Sally could have ended your life with one flex of her thighs. Think about
that.

Or tim ... quite frankly ... I could put you over my shoulders and break you
over my back while I forced you to watch in the mirror here. spinning him
around she put one arm in between his legs and another one around his neck and
swung him up onto her back. she turned toward the mirror and started to pull
down on his upper leg and his neck. She could feel his body giving away and
realized she could literally break her husband over her. She caught his eyes
in the mirror and pulled ever so slightly harder. He was terrified. She
dropped him down on unsteady legs ... he was shaking. Then she grabbed him
under the chin and said something that would change his life forever.

I love you honey but you are an utter weakling and not worthy of me in this
state.

She sauntered over to the ground next to tim's side of the bed ... and picking
up his boxing gloves she slowly started to put them on and walk back over to
him. The sympathetic smile was gone from her face replaced with steely
resolve. Tim's legs literally shook as she approached. She smacked her fists
together in front of her and then grabbed his nose with the rough material on
her fingers and said right into his eyes. You're going to work out ... every
day ... and we'er going to wrestle ... every night. And I'm going to hurt you
... sometimes badly ... until you can learn to defend yourself. And we start
right now.

tim dropped to his knees and pleaded with his wife. No ... Noooooo Jane ...
don't do this to me. Your taking ... taking my manhood!

But I can Tim ... and that's the point isn't it.

Now stand up and at least act like a man ... even if you have the body of a 12
year old girl.

Tim stayed on his knees so Jane slowly grabbed a handful of his hair and
pulled him up. Tim wouldn't let his legs take any weight forcing her to hold
him up.

She growled at him ... up to now I've felt sorry for you dear ... but now your
pathetic wimpiness is making me mad. Tears welled up in Tim's eyes and he
began to whimper and sob. Jane dropped him in a heap in the floor and he
curled up. She stared at him disgusted.

Tim stayed on the ground for 20 minutes before he ventured to sit up. He was
still in his bikini briefs in their bedroom and Jane had left and shut the
door. Suddenly Tim heard a car pull up and a knock on the door. He heard Jane
talking to someone and then they came to the door.

Jane walked in with Sally behind her. They shut and locked the door
dramatically. Sally and jane were both now wearing tiny black thongs and
sports bras with TAPOUT logos embroidered on the fronts and backs. THey also
both had black fingerless workout gloves. They looked deadly serious.

Tim had watched just enough TV to know what tapping out meant. They looked
fully prepared to make him submit to them over and over and over again and he
had absolutely no ability to stop them. The implication of what was about to
happen to him almost made him wet his pants. The thought of being caught
between Sally's thighs again and staring at that tapout logo was too much to
bear.

Tim ran over to Jane and begged her for mercy. He put his hands on each of her
legs and looked up at her pleadingly. Jane put her hands on her hips and
simply stared back silently. Sally grabbed tim from behind by his hair and
dragged him over in front of the mirror again. Tim was upside down and
frantically grabbing at the her hand while actually screaming. Jane just
watched. Making sure she was in front of the mirror she dragged tim down to
the ground with her and pulling his left arm up over her shoulder with both
her arms ... she wrapped her deadly legs around the left side of his neck and
around the arm pulled up above her. Locking her ankles again she watch as his
arm was forced up painfully towards dislocation and his neck was forced over
dangerously in a contorted way. When she applied the hold his screaming and
struggling stopped instantly like she had thrown a switch. Tim knew
instinctively that his body was about to be broken permanently. It was almost
as like if he made one small move of any kind he would snap. Sally knew just
how hard to press. She had studied human anatomy enough to know and she took
him to the edge.

Part of her wanted to break him in front of his wife and to leave him to watch
her take possession of her on their marital bed while he watched crumpled
uselessly in the floor still able to breathe but not move ... to be the
ultimate champion in the most brutal and primal of ways. But she stopped just
short. She watched his face ... he was crying. His tears rolled down his face.
She smiled. Releasing him .. she moved his arm out of the way and re applied
her legs to either side of his face .. first pulling his mouth and nose right
up against her crotch and the front of her thong. The only thing exposed was
his eyes. Sally put both hands behind her head and crunched up producing an
incredible display of abdominal muscles. It was a humiliating show just for
tim ... up close and personal.

She worked her self up and down a dozen times ... squeezing her abs and legs
each time at the top and eliciting a little plaintive grunt from Tim each
time.

releasing him yet again ... she grabbed his head on each side and cupping his
ears pulled his body up higher and then reapplied her muscled legs in a vice
... this time around his upper chest and rib cage. Now his face was right in
front of her. He pleaded with her. Sally smiled at him and grabbing the back
of his head forced his mouth against hers and kissed him ... forcing his own
tongue out of the way she dominated him in an entirely new and even more
humiliating fashio. She began to pulse her legs even as she continued to
dominate his mouth.

Sally released tim yet again and stood over him on the ground ... get up ...
come on get up. Tim crawled to his knees. His hair was wet and plastered over
to one side ... the sides of his face and chest were red where Sally's legs
had done their damage. Sally looked at him "now ... fight for Jane ... get up
and fight for her ... . or kiss my superior body in submission you little worm
and save yourself."

Tim looked at sally and then at Jane ... then he slid over on his knees and
placed his lips on the side of sally's legs right where the deep groove had
formed. Sally smiled down at him. and then smiled over at Jane. grabbing a
handful o his hair she directed his mouth to the side of her other leg.

Smart move little bitch ... .. sally uttered and then motioned for Jane ... it
was her turn next ... .