Sylvia

How my life has changed due to my strength and change of attitude.


I am so happy I found this sight which I can finally use as an outlet for my
feelings!

I am going to use our real names since anyone who knows us, after reading what
I am about to write, will know it's us anyway. Plus I think it will be a
healthy exercise for me and my family and friends to get it all out.

My name is Sylvia and I live in Northern California with my husband and twin
daughters. I am 39 years old, raised in a relatively poor section of Chicago
to a single mother ( love my Mom) and 2 younger siblings. Life was rough but
not terrible and due to financial situations we moved several times around the
Chicago area. We were always the "white" family living among blacks and
Hispanics but never had any issues with anyone for the most part. I was always
and still am a VERY athletic person not only enjoying a variety of sports but
always being the best in any sport I played. In High School I played
basketball and ran track (cross country and sprints and shot put) and played
softball for two years. I set 4 school records in track and all 4 still stand
today, many years later I am proud to say. In college I played field hockey,
track and softball excelling in all and being team captain in all of them. I
am 5'8, weigh 154 pounds, am rather muscular these days, as weight training is
and has been for decades a major major part of my life. From reading other
accounts on this site I will tell you that my other significant stats are:
37C-29-34, I have 15 inch calves and 14 inch biceps to give you an idea but
the one thing that has always and I mean always set me apart from the other
athletes is my strength. Even before I became a "certified gym rat", lifting
all the time and often lifting heavier than the boys, I have been unusually
strong. I will give examples of that later. My personality is one of being
mellow, forgiving, no temper at all and I accept everyone for who they are.
Before I met my husband I dated just one other guy and I met Bob at the tender
age of 19, while still in college after we won the National field hockey
trophy and were partying on campus at a pub. Bob, who is 9 years my senior was
in graduate school for his MBA when we met. When I first met him it really was
love at first sight. Never the athlete, he is 5'10 and now, a soft 210 pounds,
but very handsome and funny and a great guy. His upbringing was far different
than mine in that he was raised her in California to a well off family,
traveled a lot and back then was much more worldly than me, which was not
saying much. He swept me off my feet with his charm and wit and would bring me
a gift every time we went out. We were married in a story book wedding at age
20 and little did I know it back then but I was one month pregnant when we
walked down the aisle. Eight month's later we had our twin girls, beautiful
twin girls. Both of whom are attending UCLA which is great and we are all best
friends. Bob is very successful running a large company nearby. Starting out
as an account executive he rose to become the CEO 7 years ago and thankfully
we live very well thanks to him. Living in a 7,000 square foot beautiful home,
and having two other properties, we want for nothing although we live a low
profile life compared to our friends. The focus was always making sure that
our daughters were not too spoiled, not saying they are not spoiled and that
my mother and siblings were helped along the way.

Bob has always traveled a lot for work, often being away for 2-4 days at a
time at least 1-2x a month. It has worked for us as I have always filled my
time with the gym and being involved with tennis leagues and softball leagues
and all the usual things with a busy social life with the girls. When the
girls were young, I would often drop them off at school or some program and
head over to the gym and workout. There was never a doubt that I was stronger
and more athletic than Bob and since that's the way it was from day one it
never got in the way of our relationship ... ... ... until recently. I kept on
getting bigger and stronger over the years while he was going in the opposite
direction. After a while I spent more time with my vibrator than I did with
Bob, and he knew it as one thing we were always good at was communication. I
never thought about cheating on him even though there were endless
opportunities to do so, especially since I spent a lot of my time among men.
Things, as it were, took a turn seven years ago today, which is why I am
writing this today! This day, is my anniversary day, of the new me or better
said, the new us, Bob and I.

Seven years ago I was in one of the 3 health clubs I belong to and was busy
lifting after finishing a grueling cardio workout. As was the case, a bunch of
us women have seen each other for month's and become "friendly" to the point
where we knew each others names and maybe a personal detail about each other.
Many days I would notice that this group of women always came and left
together and I figured maybe they were carpooling. Never gave it a second
thought but it was curious. On this day one of the women and I were curling
dumbbells and she commented several times regarding the 35 pounders I was
using and said some nice things to me as she was pumping out with 25's which
is damn good too. We chatted for a while when she came out and said, would
like to join our wrestling club? Wrestling club? Yes she said. We all go to
someone's home 4x a week and wrestle, some of those women (she was pointing to
the crew) are really skilled and you look stronger than all of us, she
laughed, so if interested join us today. Well, if anyone knows me, when it
comes to anything athletic I am in, so I went for a ride.

The drive was short and the home was beautiful and very secluded/private and
they all were going to workout in the yard. I knew all of them by sight and we
all introduced each other and they all seemed nice as I gave them a quick
rundown about me. The ages were all similar give or take so that was fine.
Since I was the new girl they wanted to test me to determine my level of
"expertise" and I assured them I had none since I never wrestled. The head of
the group, Lori, a very nice 30 year old mother of 2, who was a former
kickboxer and in the gym it was clear to me she was strong and athletic. Lori
gets me in the middle of the yard and tells me that she is going to go easy on
me and that I should just do what comes naturally as we begin to wrestle. I
never did this before so I was a little nervous especially in front of so many
women that I really was not friendly with. She grabs my arms and pushes me
back about 2 feet, like shoving me ... .OK ... and we stared at each other and
she smiled and says "get tough, get angry, because I am going to come for you
now. Get tough, get angry? That is so not me but OK come at me I thought to
myself. So now she moves quickly towards me and grabs me around the hips and
tries to push me down and I naturally resisted and I hear her grunting like to
pick me up or drop me to the grass so I grabbed her by her body and lifted her
up and threw her to the grass!!! Besides the thud of her hitting the ground it
got very quiet until I heard "holy shit did you see that" like 5x from
different people as Lori gets to her feet. The smile was gone and she says "
OK you got lucky so get ready for some real wrestling" and she looked very
determined and I was concerned since I have no idea what that meant. She moves
in quickly and tackles me to the ground and is trying to do, I thought, some
kind of move where she wanted to pin me to the ground, but when she tried
that, naturally, I flipped her off me so I was on top and with some difficulty
pinned her arms down to the grass. The other women were really freaking out
and as I looked in Lori's eyes as I kept her hands pinned to the ground I
could see she was really struggling and was looking angry. For whatever reason
I was liking this and used all of my strength to keep her in her place and as
I looked down on her I said " so is this what you were trying to do?" She did
not answer me although she did drop the F bomb a few times as she struggled. I
had NO idea what to do at that point, so I asked her, so Lori whatI do now?
That too got her angry!! So I looked at the other women and nobody was telling
me anything so I did this move where I put her in a body scissor or whatever
it was called and in short time she was hitting my legs yelling I SUBMIT I
SUBMIT PLEASE STOP. I immediately let go and felt out of place and badly I
hurt her. Never my intention. After a while they all congratulated me and told
me that I am a natural and obviously very strong. This was all getting to me
more than I thought in ways I never thought of, as in sexually. My head was
spinning.

Over the next several months of wrestling with these women we all became fast
friends. Only a few times did anyone come close to submitting me and I was
having a lot of fun with this. Bob had no idea or interest in such things.
Maybe 2 month's later as our friendship got closer they started telling me how
not only do all of them cheat on their husband's with guys from the gym but
they also "sleep" with one another and dominate their husband's in wrestling.
Now my head was going to explode. None of this is anywhere near my world. None
of it, or at least up to that point. I was not having the greatest sex life
with Bob and like I said, my vibrator was my best friend but when I wrestled
and felt these other women on top of me, their grunting and their muscles,
there was something stirring inside me.

Soon thereafter I was lifting next to this very handsome young man and we
began to talk. We have seen each other around the gym and as you can imagine
one thing led to another and I ended up cheating on my husband for the first
time. I have to say, the sex was amazing as he spent a lot of time enjoying my
very hard and strong body as I spent time enjoying his. He was the anti-Bob in
every way. A financially poor physical trainer with no education to speak of
with a body to die for and had way more sexual experience than I had. My only
experience was with Bob and my vibrator! We had sex in more positions than I
thought possible and he showed me things in bed that were just amazing plus I
have never received so many compliments about my body before. Look, I know I
am built well, I know my body trumps those of all of my friends of course but
my husband never gushed over me like others have and now that I am more aware
of myself, sexually speaking, I am noticing and hearing things about my body
from BOTH sexes and quite frankly I like it a lot. The only thing Bob would
say is, boy I think you're getting too many muscles or boy I think you are
stronger than you need to be or boy, I think you look a little too manly in
that dress. Never was he excited about my physique except when we first dated.
This was a VERY welcome relief and I loved it I have to say. I continued
cheating on Bob with this one guy for about 2 month's before he moved out of
town. However, it did not take long before I was with someone else, a married
man from nearby who basically picked me up at a strip mall. This is the second
time of my NEW life where I was picked up by a very handsome man and I was
liking it. We ended up having a rather aggressive and fun affair for 2 months
when I had to break it off for a few reasons. First, he was talking about
dumping his wife for me and that was something I did not want to happen, I
liked him for sure, loved the sex and the whole cheating thing I liked but I
did not have any romantic or long lasting feeling for him so I ended it. The
best part was when I told him it was time to move on he got very upset and he
was about to push me, I saw it in his eyes, purely out of frustration and his
view of our relationship, but when I saw it I gave him a look and I felt it
too that if he touched me like that I would be flipping him over and putting
him in holds that would rock his world. Anyway, he never touched me and that
was that but the confidence I now had from being able to release the abundant
strength I always knew I had as a "trained" wrestler and now a VERY sexual
human being I was totally loving.

As time went on and I was getting better at wrestling, in fact the besdt in
the group by far, I was able to engage in all of their conversations of
"sexual exploits" and that too was fun. I even slept with 2 of the ladies
husbands and told them about it afterwards and that interaction was just THE
BEST of my life up to that point. I met both of them when they were picking up
their wives from the gym at various times and both were very cute and both
engaged me in conversation with compliments about "hearing about how strong
and tough I am" and they threw in some comments about how young I look etc
etc. I tld both of them to call me on my cell to "see what a real woman is
like". When I used that line I could not believe I said it and laughed about
it for weeks to myself. Naturally, both of them called me and I slept with
both in my bed in my house as Bob was out of town and I found that exciting,
finally and for the first time in my life I was actually a BAD GIRL. Both men
were good in bed but it was now me who was taking the lead and showing them
stuff. Hearing them tell me how much stronger and sexier I was compared to
their wives was a turn on and when I told each one of these ladies, both in
private that I slept with their men they were angry but ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... .big but here ... ... ... ... ... ... . They both told me
the same thing. First, how they were going to beat the crap out of their
hubbies and punish them and both said, "I HAVE EARNED IT".. Excuse me? I was
expecting a lot worse than that and was ready for it too. They said, I was the
best wrestler in the group and fighting me out of anger or any other way was
fruitless and as the dominant one I had my choice of any of their men. I stood
there dumbfounded as I needed time for that to settle in my head. Dominant?
Choice to screw any man of this group I wanted and no retribution and in fact
the opposite, admiration bc I earned it and they were scared to fight me??????
Wow, this is getting better everyday! Then the biggest bombshell, they both
said that if they wanted THEM, yes THEM, then that is my right too.
WHAT???????????? Do you mean, I thought to myself, I could have these women
sexually too? Cheating on them with any of their men never crossed my mind but
I never entertained cheating with a woman. My mind was blown and we left it at
that.

Over the next month I learned some more moves, including the rear naked choke
hold which became my favorite and I cheated with 2 more guys and was enjoying
myself. In the meantime Bob and I pretty much stopped having any sex. First of
all he was hardly home, next his physique was getting softer and fatter, third
he passed one too many comments about my muscular body that was getting
leaner, stronger and MORE muscular. One day I was cleaning up after dinner as
he sat there and I asked him to bring his dishes over to the sink for me to
wash them. He sat there and ignored me and I repeated it one more time as I
was washing mine. I was unshowered from a rather long lifting workout wearing
a sportsbra and sweats. He finally answers with " you're doing a good job
there muscle lady so you can finish the whole job yourself and never looks up
from the papers he was reading. I turned off the water and walked over to him
and I was angry and I hardly ever get this angry. Bob, I said, and took the
papers put of his hand and threw them on the floor. Bob, you are telling me
that you refuse to help me in this small way and have a problem with this
body? He looks up and I see he is angry and he says, don't ever touch these
papers again or you will be sorry and yes you are looking like a man with
those muscles. Really Bob? A lot of men LOVE these muscles, these breasts and
this ass! He stands up and says what the fuck does that mean. I walk into his
face and said you heard me Bob, a lot of men AND women love this body and
these muscles and this ass and these breasts. He did not know what to say at
first and then says, maybe you need your ass kicked to come back down to
earth? I laughed right in his face and said, really tough Bob is now
threatening his wife, you know the one who has ALWAYS been more athletic and
stronger than him or do you mean you want to hire a REAL man to beat up his
wife? He was dumbfounded since not only did we ever really have a fight like
this, I never talked back to him since it was he who was ALWAYS in charge.
Fuck this, he said, and he pushed me very hard against the frig. That was all
I remember until the sound of him crying snapped me out of this trance. I
grabbed him and flipped him over my hip and put him in a back breaker hold on
the kitchen floor and was yanking back his neck in ways it is not supposed to
go and he was crying and screaming like I never heard another person scream.
When I realized what I was doing I started to yell back and made him apologize
and say he was sorry and the entire time he was crying in a way I have never
seen him cry including when his beloved Dad died a few years earlier. When I
released the hold I had him in he stayed there crying and in obvious pain as I
sat on his back and realized what I just did. I changed our lives forever and
maybe ended this marriage. First thing I thought of was how our daughters are
going to react when they find out I beat uo their daddy. But as I sat there I
felt wave after wave of sexual energy, felt myself getting wet down there and
my nipples were jutting through this sportsbra like never before. It was not
him I wanted either, I was excited about dominating him. I was excited about
dominating him!!!!!! What is going on here? I flipped him over on his back and
he put his hand over his swollen crying eyes and sobbed uncontrollably for
what seemed like forever. I sat on his stomach admiring my own body and
appreciated what others appreciate when they look at me and wonder why THIS
man, my own husband has no reaction besides a negative one, to what I know is
a great body. As he sobbed I shook my head looking down at him wondering what
do I say and what do I do next. Eventually I just stood up and waited the 20
minutes until he composed himself and told him to sit on a chair as I had a
bottle water for him that I know he needed. He took the water but made no eye
contact and kept muttering "why did I do that" over and over again. I told him
a lot at that point as I grabbed a chair and sat opposite him. I told him that
I was always strong and more athletic, stronger than you Bob, always have
been. Do you understand that? He was silent and I was getting upset with him
at that point even though I felt badly for him. I said Bob, if you don't look
at me and answer me I am going to beat the shit out of you worse than this
time and believe me I can do it with ease. He looked up at me with tears in
his eyes and he said "leave me the fuck alone". Bob, I said, this changed your
life, our lives, I understand that , but you will hear me out. I told him
about the wrestling club, I told him about the cheating and then I grabbed his
face and made him look across at me as I posed my muscles for him and told him
how much attention I get EVERYWHERE and from EVERYONE, everyone except you. I
told him to reach out and touch my biceps and reluctantly he did. Weakly he
muttered "you are very strong I see that and always knew it". Smart man Bob, I
said. Now do what other men do, men who I sleep with Bob, kiss my biceps! He
looked at me as if to say no but he knew better and he kissed both biceps
repeatedly and I told him to keep doing it until I said stop. He did EXACTLY
what I told him and realized I loved the domination as I was wet as wet could
be and ready to orgasm but had NO desire to be with him so, out of character,
as I posed with one arm and he was kissing my bicep I started to play with
myself with my free hand until I exploded in a huge orgasm picturing this one
guy I slept with. I sat back exhausted and thrilled with the orgasm and stared
at Bob and said, so was it good for you? Remarkably we both cracked up even
though the joke was on him of course. I took my cum stained and soaked fingers
and put them in front of his mouth and then slowly put them in his mouth and
watched him suck my fingers and that moment, OMG, that moment was so deep, so
tremendous, so telling and so DOMINANT!! He looked at me after I pulled my
fingers out of his mouth and looked like a sad puppy dog. OK Bob, I am going
to take a shower and you finish cleaning up including washing the floor from
all of your WEAK tears, OK? He nodded his head and I went to the shower with a
smile on my face. If not Bob, I will come back and wipe the floor with your
face, understood? I could not believe I said that!!!

When I was done I came out to the kitchen to inspect his work and I was
wearing just my favorite pink panties and nothing else. I am now completely
into my body like never before. He was sitting there waiting for me and
without looking at him I walked around inspecting his work. This pissed him
off to no end since anyone checking up on MR CEO was insulting when it was
always he doing that and especially to me. Good job Bob. He just stared at me.
I walked over to him and posed for about five minutes and kissed my own biceps
and I LOVED IT. Bob, from now on you will sleep in one of the extra bedrooms
until I decide what our next move is, OK? He was still silent and now it was
time to make another move. Bob, I suggest that you begin responding to me
immediately or I will beat you up again. I allowed a good 10 seconds to pass
and kneeled down to his sitting position and slapped him so hard I knocked him
off his chair. He was mortified as I stood over him ready to wrestle him into
oblivion and he got up angry and yelling, what the fuck are you doing and who
the fuck do you think you are, etc. I stood there with my hands on my hips
loving seeing him so upset and knowing I should have divorced him a long time
ago. I said Bob, I sleep with real men, men who care about their bodies and
men who LOVE this one. Now first thing you will do will be to apologize for
yelling and cursing and the next thing is you will go to your bedroom, NO not
the one we used to share but any one of the spare ones you may have. OK Bob,
now apologize to me but on your knees. I was making this up as I went along
and loving the domination. Fuck you, he yelled. OK Bob have it your way. I
walked over to him and pushed him with all of my might and he fell backwards
against the pantry with a THUD and fell to the ground. I then put him in a
headlock with all of my might with his head against my breasts squeezing him
and feeling his weak attempts to get loose when we both knew that was
impossible. I said, Bob, am I going to hear an apology? I heard him say yes
although it was muffled but I made believe I did not hear him. I said, Bob?
Are you in there? And I laughed but kept the pressure up and said, Bob, are
you going to apologize? Now I feel his tears of pain on my breasts and I swear
I could orgasm again. I released him and stood up and again, he was sobbing
and rubbing his neck and I said, Bob, this is the last time before I get
angry, apologize now big guy. He got on his knees and said, OK OK I apologize
for cursing and yelling. No Bob, look at me when you speak and do it again. He
looked like hell, hair was messy, red slap mark on cheek, tears and snot, just
a mess. It was great. So he repeated it and looked at me when he did and then
said "OK, did I do a good job". Those few brief words made me so hot, so
horny, I just wished he was the kind of man I wanted to screw because I was
ready for sex like never before. I took a deep breath and told him to stand
and as he did he had an erection which for him was a big deal. I said, Bob, it
looks like your little dick likes my domination over you. He put his head down
and nodded a yes. Holy crap, what is going on here? OK Bob, I said, now go
into your little bedroom now. He turned and started to walk away and I said
STOP. He did and did it on a dime. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!! This was awesome. I
said Bob, I want you to crawl like a baby into your bedroom. He turned and
said, OK cmon this is enough and started to walk away. I literally tackled him
in the hallway, yes it was carpeted by the way and put him in the same back
breaking hold as before. It was immediate and violent!!!!!!!!!! He started to
yell PLEASE STO PLEASE STOP OK OK I WILL DO IT. I kept up the hold to make a
point PLUS I loved it, loved dominating him it was great. I let go after a few
minutes so I would not permanently damage him and smashed his head into the
carpeting as I told him never to disobey me again and all he did was sob. When
I got off of him I told him in his ear, said this softly like talking to a
baby, OK Bobby, now start crawling into your roomy or mommy will get angry
with all of her fabulous muscles that everyone loves and if mommy gets angry
she will beat Bobby up again and make him cry like the girly man he is. I
swear when I was saying all of this I could have cum on the spot and found
myself playing with my breasts. He got up and crawled away and I was just
shaking my head in disbelief.

I sat down trying to wrap my head around all of this and did a lot of smiling.
Then I did something that in a million years I never thought I would ever do.
I called this one guy I slept with a number of times and told him to come over
and of course he did. I greeted him at the door the same way I was dressed
with Bob, just panties and nothing else and took him into the bedroom, the one
I used to share with my hubby who was 20 feet away in the spare room and made
love to him 2 times and had some of the best orgasm ever in my life and god
knows I needed them. I slept like a log and was loving my life more than I
knew possible. Sleeping with another muscular person and one who appreciated
my strength and body was fulfilling and I no knew something I needed to be
happy.

As time went on Bob stayed away more with business travel and we spoke less
and less and I knew I had to divorce him and I am sure he knew that too. Five
weeks passed since I first beat him and we saw each other only 12 times and
never discussed what happened until I forced the issue. He came home one
Friday night from a week long trip to China. I knew the jetlag deal and knew
he would be off schedule. When he came home he said hello, which was progress
at that point believe it or not and I walked over to him wearing a casual
outfit of a sleeveless tight fitting top, no bra and jeans as I was just
hanging out that night. I said Bob, time for us to speak about things
especially your beating. I specifically chose those words to get under his
skin and sober him up for a frank conversation. He said, not now and turned
and walked away. I walked over to him and grabbed his arm and spun him around
and said, NO Bob, NOW!! My chest was against his and at this point between all
of my confidence, all of my fighting acumen, all of working out and bigger
muscles and what transpired between us, he knew better than too disobey. I
said Bob, make me a drink and meet me outside by the pool, got it? He
sheepishly said, yes I will be there shortly. I laughed inside and walked to
the lounge chairs waiting. It took longer than I wanted but I was OK and he
came out with two drinks, so far so good. I started talking and told him I was
glad he is home and safe and asked about the trip and he gave me some details.
All good so far. Bob, I interrupted, how do you feel about getting your ass
kicked by me? He took a deep breath and said, I have been thinking about this
non stop and I feel terrible about it, I feel terrible I could not fight back,
I feel terrible knowing that you are so much stronger than me and feel
terrible that you cheat on me. Excellent I thought, honesty at last. Bob, you
are a good man and have made a GREAT life for me and the girls both of whom
love you to death. We clinged our glasses together at that point. Bob,
physically you are not my equal, that we know, and physically I missed out on
a lot as a result of you not being excited about me physically, you agree? He
said, I know I screwed up in that category. Good Bob, glad you said that. I
stood up and took off my top and flexed for him and was rubbing my breast when
I told him how much I have cheated on him with men who love this and flexed
some more. I stood there as he looked up at me. Bob, you are a good man but
its time for a divorce. I need a real man who can satisfy in bed, simple as
that and you cannot. Beating you the other day was so easy, so simple and
seeing you cry like a baby in pain and in humiliation was fun for me I admit
that but you deserve someone different to grow old with as I do. He nodded but
was silent. Stand up Bob, and he did and I said now feel all of my muscles and
feel how powerful I am and for the next 20 minutes I directed him as to what
to do and he kept saying nice things about me.

Three weeks later we had the straw that broke this camels back situation and
when I formally filed for divorce. We had a small dinner party with good
friends, 4 other couples all of us knew each other for a minimum of 10- years
and some longer than that. We knew each other's kids and families and were all
close wonderful friends. Nothing formal, ordered in some good food, had good
drinks and music, the weather was perfect and we hung out outside and later
put the firepit on for warmth and atmosphere. I do not want to sound conceited
since I am not, however, I had the best body among the women, and just so you
know all four of them always have said the same and quite frankly I am
positive I am stronger than all of the men too. The women always have
commented about my body and when we went clothes shopping, which we all did a
lot, they always commented that whatever anyone bought would look better on
me. I loved these women for a long time and look forward to loving them until
I die. Their husbands were all nice guys, in shape, and I considered them like
brothers Greg, one of the guys was getting drunk before the rest of us, I have
to say, and he started razzing me about my build, all in a nice way and
complimentary too. He said things such as: Sylvia is built like a brick shit
house, Sylvia has awesome arms and legs look at those, looks like Sylvia can
choose any man she wants by force if she had to, damn look at her she looks
like a model who can kick ass, all good fun and I liked it. Then he suggested
all the girls arm wrestle. I laughed inside knowing that would be a waste of
time but I liked the idea from a "sexual" kind of point of view. Plus I have
been doing more of that over the past year than I ever did before. Not only
with the guys I have slept with, which was 9 at that point and I cannot
believe it still, but with random guys who approach me at the gym and 2x even
at a bar with friends. I lost to one guy from the gym which was fine although
I did make him struggle and he asked me out several times but I declined as he
was not my type, way too big a muscle head for my liking. So I first took on
Gregs wife, my bestie, and I played with her. She knew she was going to lose
but I did not go hard on her since it was all in good fun. We held hands and
Greg yelled GO and I just kept her there as she struggled, I drank my
margarita at the same time, everyone was hysterical as it was good fun and I
even yawned. The entire time Greg is announcing how amazing my bicep looked
and kept touching it too and when he kissed it we all laughed but I know he
was turned on by it, naturally. Meantime Bob is standing there without an
expression which I did not care a damn about at that point. Long story short I
beat all the women with both hands and I have to say I felt it in the usual
sexual places if you know what I mean. Soon therafter Greg says, OK Sylvia how
about us guys, think you can handle that? Oh I know I could and I know I
wanted to sleep with one of these guys but never would do that to a friend but
I did want to arm wrestle them and so it began!!!!!!! I admit to doing the
following obnoxious move but I did do it and felt good about doing so. I
walked back into the house and put on a red sports bra to not only intimidate
the guys but to showoff in front of the girls and to "strut" my stuff as I am
finally proud of what I have and knowing that both sexes admire my physique is
something I have been exploiting. Not two seconds after they saw me walking
back outside with my jeans and sportsbra did I start getting major kudos. Did
it help it was a little cold and I was excited to showoff my hard body which
made my nipples pop out? Damn right it did and I loved it, enjoyed the
attention especially when my girlfriends were saying great things about me.
Sylvia your body is rocking harder than ever was the best comment. Before I
started arm wrestling with the guys I told them I was doing a lot of wrestling
in a little wrestling club and they all hung on each word of what I told them
I was doing. It was really cool and fun to be honest with everyone. OMG look
at her, OMG you look so hot, so amazing so powerful, gosh Bob is one lucky
man, Phillip said. Funny thing Bob walked inside and away from all of this
which was fine by me but curious to everyone else. There he was a brooding man
even though everyone else loved whatthey were seeing from me. It was a little
embarrassing I have to say. The first batter up was of course Greg and not to
bore everyone with details suffice it to say I beat all four of them with each
arm not to say it was not exhausting and hard. Everyone loved it and I saw the
erections and hard nipples clear as day and I loved it more than I can
possibly say. Again, none of them were easy but I have always been VERY strong
and now with all the extra lifting I have been doing it was unlikely that
anyone of them would beat me. They all took their losses in great way and they
all asked me to pose for them afterwards which is up there with some of my
hottest moments of my life. Very cool.

I don't know when Bob finally came out to join us when someone said, welcome
back Mr. Bob, you just missed your fabulously beautiful wife beat ALL of us in
arm wrestling you lucky SOB. Bob's reaction? He said and I am quoting " yeah
with those man muscles and God knows what she is taking or shooting she better
beat everyone. It got quiet and I was shocked at that comment. I said, Bob,
taking, shooting what the hell does that mean?? He said, you know what that
means. Bob, I have no idea what that means and you better take that back and
apologize to our friends and now. Understand I am standing there one moment,
center of everyone's attention not to mention their envy over my great sexy
body, nipples popping and erections everywhere and the next I am standing
there being insulted by my husband and falsely too and in front of people who
matter to me. Bob, I said, how dare you insult me like that with false
accusations over your jealousy. He was his usual quiet and did not respond. I
walked over to him and I swear I wanted to punch his lights out I was so angry
and said, APOLOGIZE NOW!!! He stood there in silence as everyone stared and
one of my friends stood up and said OK everyone calm down. I walked over to
Bob and slapped him with all of my might in his arm and believe me it was hard
and moved him like 5 feet and that's when everyone stood up between us to calm
things down. I cried out of anger as the girls got around me and the guys to
him. After a good half an hour they left and made us swear that we are both
OK. I did but I knew we were not. As soon as they left and Bob disappeared
into the library I followed him in and demanded an apology. Please understand,
that after all of that arm wrestling I was pumped and sexually charged to boot
and was very angry and I typically do not get angry nor do I have a temper but
there I was with both! I was very upset and disappointed with his behavior. As
usual he was silent and shook his head no. That was the final straw. Bob, get
up!!!!! I took off my sportsbra and demanded him to get up. He said, why are
you going to beat me up with your steroid anger? Why did you take off your top
Sylvia to intimidate me with your pecs? I saw red. I slapped him in his face
as hard as humanly possible and I swear I almost knocked him out. The first
time I ever struck anyone in the face and hopefully the last. He was still
sitting in the chair but bent over from the slap and I saw his eyes roll back
in his head, it was amazing the more I think about that. Anyway, I grabbed him
by his hair and threw him to the ground and put him in a scissor hold over his
neck that immobilized him and had him banging uselessly on my legs to release
him, which I did not. I felt him going limp so I let him go but just to bring
him around to put him in some of the worse holds he could have dreamed about
as he screamed in pain in ways I never heard anyone scream. I let him go at
some point and flipped him over on his back and wanted to badly to slap or
punch his face in but I restrained myself and I used him as my wrestling dummy
for the next several minutes until the anger in me subsided. I was actually
scared of my own strength towards the end feeling I could really hurt him in
several different ways, from breaking ribs with my legs to hurting his spine
and neck and once I realized that I had to stop or at least lessen this
beating. I was at wits end as I sat next to him and watched him ball like a
baby. I grabbed him by his hair and he yelled out for me not to slap him again
and was sobbing so much he was getting the rug wet. I just held his head up by
his hair and kept my fist by his face to scare him but I knew I could not
punch anyone. I lectured him for a long time that I never took a drug in my
life, which he knew damn well about, and told him how insulting he was to me
and I would never forgive him and how lucky he was to have someone like me
right now because another woman would have broken his jaw and knocked his
teeth out which he deserved. I was dying to slap him again. None of this was a
turn on for me since he was not a turn on. I let his head go and got on his
back for some more back breaking holds but more mild then before. It felt good
to punish him for his lousy comments. I was done with him at that point, he
was a beaten and depressed man and I wanted to move on. Bob, I will be
divorcing you in due time, you will give me half of everything and take care
of the girls forever, got it? He nodded his head in agreement through his
tears and sobbing. If I ever hear you say those disparaging words to ANYONE I
will, and then I slapped him more times than I could count leaving him
bleeding and semi unconscious on the rug. My hand actually felt like it was
vibrating after hitting him so many times. I could not believe I did that,
actually struck someone, but was glad I did and it felt good to do it since I
was so angry and seeing a grown man almost unconscious made me feel powerful
but it was not a sexual turn on because it was him. I had him call each set of
friends and apologize for his behavior and explain how out of line he was and
that I never took any drugs in my life. I stood over him as he stammered out
those apologies the following day.

It took 3 month;s to get all of the paperwork done in an uncontested divorce.
I have everything I need now, a beautiful home, my girls loyalty although they
knew little of what happened until last month when I told them everything. I
am single and "dating" and dating a lot, perfecting my wrestling and truly for
the first time in years enjoying my life. I am enjoying my athletic life more
than ever doing a lot of wrestling, crossfit training and weight lifting. One
of the guys I am sleeping with, I know that sounds terrible, who has a body I
eat up and he of course loves mine, is a boxer and wants me to learn to box.
However, even though I attended some amateur female matches and by what I saw
I can beat them all, I cannot see myself punching someone in the face. Just
not for me. But like everything else in my life, never say never but this one
is unlikely.

Now everything is documented and I look forward to any comments from people,
especially my friends who now know it all.