Honeybun Pumps Iron Chapter 1 By Mr. Purple comments to Mr.Purple357@gmail.com "Honeybun, I'm home," I yelled as I walked into the house. I'd been on travel a lot over the last six months and hadn't seen my wife in nearly three weeks. I plopped my bag on the floor and looked around, but no one responded. Her car was in the driveway, so she must be around somewhere. As I walked into the living room, I heard a faint clank. I cocked my ear and realized it was coming from the basement. The kids had a bunch of exercise equipment down there, but Katie should be in college and Mark was overseas in the Army. I nervously opened the door leading to the basement. My wife never went down here. Thoughts of an intruder having chained her to the wall rose in my mind. Both surprised and relieved, I saw her laying on the bench press pushing up the bar loaded with 45 lbs. and 25 lbs. plates on each side. I quickly added up 185 lbs. counting the bar. "Six ... " she said as she pushed the bar up again. I silently watched her push them up four more times, feeling both uneasy and oddly excited at the sight of her triceps bulging out and her large breasts rising upwards with each rep. When she racked the weight, I cleared my throat. She looked up at me. "Tom, I didn't know you'd be home so early." She ran over and hugged me. I tried not to groan as she squeezed me but it was much tighter than I remembered. Her breasts pressed into me. I returned the hug, feeling her lower back muscles. I let my hands drift down to her butt and felt her glutes swell. She stepped back. She only wore a sports bra and panties. My wife's always been a bit pudgy but seeing her now, she looked more solid than chubby. "What are you up to?" I asked rather stupidly. "I've started working out. The kids left all this weight equipment around so I decided to try it out. I've really gotten into it; I've been lifting two hours a day for months now." She picked up a pair of 25 lbs. dumbells and started curling them. My eyes were glued to her biceps flexing as she did. I wasn't doing anything but my own breathing started to quicken and I began to sweat in my suit. "I'm sure I mentioned it to you, but you've been gone so much I guess this is the first time I've done it while you were around." "Well, good news on that front, I've gotten moved up, so I'll be here almost all the time," I gasped out the last as I watched her left bicep peak as she pumped out the last rep. "That's wonderful," she smiled. "Hey, are you all right? You look flush." She set the weights down, walked over and put her hand against my forehead. "You do feel warm." "I'm fine. I'm in a suit and it's just hot and humid down here." I pushed at her hand. I didn't push hard but it was odd that it didn't even budge. "Well, why don't you take it off and do some reps with me? All that hotel living will make you fat." I pulled off my jacket and patted my flat stomach. "No way," I said proudly, "I did thirty minutes on the hotel treadmill every night. "That's great," she leaned over and patted my belly giving me a great view of her cleavage. She'd always been chesty, but her breasts seemed higher and fuller than I remembered as they strained against her bra. I had to force my attention back to her face as she added, "But you need anaerobic exercise too or your upper body will get soft." I scoffed, "I still play tennis. I pulled off my dress shirt and flexed my arm. My bicep did swell up and it was firm, but Sue's arm did look bigger. It couldn't all be muscle though, I told myself. "That's good, but if you don't do more, I'll end up stronger than you. I'm working out a lot." "Ha, I'm a man, just because you're pumping some iron doesn't make you stronger than me," I said it a little too loudly. She got that look on her face when she's annoyed with me. "Lots of women are stronger than men. I bet Serena Williams is stronger than 90% of men." "She's a pro athlete; you're a middle aged housewife. It's great that you're working out, but don't think that makes you stronger than me." I started up the stairs, nervous about where this argument might end up. "Fine, let's have a test. Try benching what I'm benching." I looked at how much weight was on the stand. "That's not a fair test, lifting is about balance and other stuff," I protested. I knew just enough about weightlifting to know there was some truth to that. She laughed dismissively then said, "Fine, how about we wrestle?" "Whaat? What do you mean," I stuttered. She walked over to a large bare space on the black mats that covered the floor and raised her hands up. "I mean, you come here, and we wrestle. A big, strong man like you ought to have no problem with little ole me." I laughed, "That's ridiculous. I'm six inches taller and twenty or thirty pounds heavier." "Probably only ten. Once, I'd have been embarrassed to admit that but it's a lot more muscle than it used to be. Now, take off your pants and tee shirt." She rolled her shoulders and shrugged her head side to side. I saw her delts tighten as she did. Part of me wanted to come up with an excuse to get out of this, but my hands were already pulling off my shirt because the other part of me really wanted to wrestle her. I dropped my pants. I quickly adjusted my underwear because my cock was half erect. Man, what was wrong with me? I locked hands with her and pushed, she didn't budge, so I reversed and pulled. She pivoted, pulling me with just her right hand. The combined motion twisted me so my right side faced her. She released her grip, wrapped her arms around my waist, and lifted me in the air, twisting as she did so my back faced the floor. I scrambled to grab hold of her, afraid she would slam me to the floor. My hands found her biceps. They were so firm and big, I could barely hold them. Instead of dropping me, she squatted down. I gawked at her large thighs as they grew taut. She gently plopped me to the floor then stepped back. "That was easier than I thought," she smiled. "But I don't want you to say it was about 'balance and other stuff', so get up. This time I'm just going to force you to the floor with raw girl power." She held out her hands again. Even though I was in good shape and not at all tired, I was gasping for breath and trembling as I reached for her hands. My dick was now rock hard. I quickly locked fingers, hoping she wouldn't look down. I started pushing against her. She stood there for a moment grinning. She began to push back and twisted her wrists down. My hands bent back. She leaned in and pushed me downward. I tried to push back but it was no use. To keep from toppling, I had to go to my knees. Her big breasts were inches from my face, cleavage spilling out of her bra as she bent over me. My cock was straining so hard against my briefs, it hurt. With a final push, I dropped to my back. She kneeled down over me and began to push my arms to the mat. Her pecs pushed up as she drove my arms down. The areolae of her right breast began to push out. The tip of my cock popped free from the top of my shorts. I groaned thru gritted teeth as it twitched. She smiled down at me thinking I was groaning from the effort of holding her back. With a final thrust she slammed my arms down. Her meaty thighs squeezed in on my ribs. I moaned as I watched the flesh ripple. "Oh, geeze, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I didn't say that she hadn't as she lightened her grip. "I guess I just don't know my own strength." She flexed her left bicep. It swelled up big as a baseball. I gawked, and unable to contain myself, drooled at the sight. She looked closely at me. "What the hell. Is this turning you on?" She looked down between her legs. "Holy crap, you're rock hard." She pulled on my underwear. I tried to grab her arm with my free hand, but she slammed it back down and pinned it with her knee. She jerked my underwear off. "I don't think I've ever seen it so big," she squealed. She looked at me with comprehension dawning. She reached up and pulled her scrunchy off so her long brown hair cascaded around her face. "Are my muscles turning you on, hon?" She flexed her arm again. I moaned thru gritted teeth but didn't answer. "Wow, your cock is dripping," she said. "Well, answer me." She flexed her pecs making her breasts jiggle and more of that right areolae pushed out. My cock felt like it was vibrating, but I still didn't say anything. Bad enough she'd overpowered me so easily, but to admit I liked it was just too humiliating. She guessed what I was thinking, "Don't be embarrassed, your excitement's turning me on. I'll show you," she slid off her panties. "Look," she held them up so I could see how wet they were. I could feel the heat off her pussy, just inches above my quivering rod. Seeing me still not talking, she added, "I'll tell you what, if you tell me my muscles turn you on, I'll free your hands and you can feel them." Still straddling me, she did a double bicep pose. "But you have to say it." Something inside of me cracked. I was in a frenzy of muscle lust. I didn't care about my defeat or my embarrassment. All I cared about was rubbing my hands over her awesome muscles. "Yes," I yelled. "I love your muscles. Please let me touch them. Pretty please." She slid her knees off me and my hand shot up and caressed each arm. Beneath the soft fleshy outside, I felt the iron hard firmness. She flexed harder, pushing my fingers outward. I continuously moaned as my balls began to tighten. She flexed her pecs again and this time the whole right breast popped free of her bra, the nipple stuck out more than half an inch and looked as hard as a diamond. Every muscle in my lower body contracted. I squeezed down on her biceps as hard as I could as the first blast of cum ripped from my cock, shot between us, and flew over my head to land on the mat. The second streaked a line of semen along my forehead, over my nose, and down to my mouth. Blast after blast struck my chin, my chest, my stomach. Long seconds passed and more cum still dribbled from the tip of my dick. "Wow, wow, wow," my wife repeated as she watched. "That was awesome," she finally said when I calmed down enough to look at her through cum covered eyes. She grabbed my t-shirt off the mat and used it to gently wipe up my seed, first off my torso, then from my face. As she reached over my head to wipe the cum off the mat, she sighed, "The bad thing is I was hoping to have that huge thing in me, maybe later." At some point, she'd pulled off that bra and her big breasts dangled near my mouth. I pulled my head up and clamped onto that big nipple. She froze and began to quiver. I then wrapped my hands around her big, powerful ass and pulled myself up toward her. Honeybun had been wrong about one thing. All that massive orgasm had done was take the edge off. I was still desperate for more. In one smooth motion, I thrust my still iron hard dick hilt deep into her. It was her turn to start moaning.