Windmills
by FinQ

My wife and I had been married for 16 years. During my early career I worked
in a role fixing the power generation turbine windmills on and off shore. When
I was offshore it tended to be for around 4 to 6 months at a time. I
absolutely loved the work. I'd always liked climbing. People thought I was
strange for wanting to work in high and dangerous places but the truth is I
never felt more peaceful then up at the top of the windmills. The wind rushing
through your hair, the world and all its hum drum problems far beneath you. It
was liberating. The only issue was being away from Steph. Steph and I had been
high school sweethearts. We had gone to different colleges which had put a
great strain on our relationship but we made it through and moved in together
shortly after college. We'd married a few years later and I'd enjoyed my work,
hating only that it took me away from her. As the years went by, when the kids
came along, I'd stopped doing such an active job and my formerly wiry frame
had suffered for it.

When she was younger Steph was a pharma girl. She was incredible. One of the
highest performing reps in the company. She was always smart and motivated but
I knew the fact she was the hottest girl in the company didn't hurt. She was
the typical pharma girl. Tall, graceful, beautiful, a body to die for. It
sometimes bothered me to think of her having to spend her life flirting with
these old perv doctors constantly but I trusted her implicitly and knew it was
good for her career. I couldn't complain about the money either. When we
married we had this big, lavish ceremony and her high income allowed for that
and for us to move into a beautiful house where we raised our kids.

Steph moved into management and when the kids came along, I stopped working on
the windmills and started taking more local high rise jobs, eventually moving
up into management myself. I would be lying if I said the change in lifestyle
hadn't affected us physically. By 40, I had put on a significant amount of
weight. I had gone from my lean 75kg to a slightly squidgy 95kg. I had gone
from being able to bang out 30 pull ups for fun to barely being able to muster
5. Well... I assumed that to be the case but in all honesty I hadn't seen the
inside of a gym for years. The same was true of Steph. Back when she was a
field rep she was incredibly fit and healthy. She was active during the day,
running from meeting to meeting and topped this up by running for an hour in
the evening. When the kids came along and she took her promotion, her
lifestyle had become much more sedentary. She was 5'8 but had gone from a
skinny 60kg to a soft 80kg. She was still absolutely beautiful with wavy dark
brown hair, fair skin and green eyes, permanently sporting that come to bed
look, which she normally accentuated by using dark eyeliner and dark red on
her full, pouty lips. However, her once tight butt now showed noticeable signs
of cellulite; but I loved her dearly and was reminded every time I saw her
slightly drooping tummy that she'd given me my two beautiful kids and the
great lifestyle we had that I wouldn't change that for the world. Her boobs
had always been big. Even when we were young she had a large, full, double D
cup. This looked great on her skinny, runners frame. Her breasts had swollen
recently with the extra pounds and the kids and now she was a G cup on her
more curvy figure. Always a big boob man, I had zero complains about this
development!

At 40, our kids were 13 and 11 and doing great. Steph was doing great at work
too. I had been a little lost the last few years but a buddy of mine had rung
one day and told me about an opportunity he had to go and run a project
setting up a new wind farm. This was a huge gig for me and the project
management experience would definitely open doors in the growing renewable
energy space. It was an amazing opportunity but it had a major downside. The
role was in the UAE and it would last 7 months. Steph and I talked it out one
night, at length, making lists of pros and cons. Ultimately, we decided I
should go for it. We knew it would be hard being apart for so long but we
promised we would FaceTime every night and the kids would speak to me for at
least half an hour every single day. I packed my bag, we said a teary farewell
and I was off.

I settled into life in Dubai pretty quickly. The work kept me incredibly busy
but I made some good new friends and we enjoyed the city, the people, the
amazing bars and restaurants. Meanwhile back home Steph and the kids were
doing well. Steph had decided she was going to fill some of the free time she
had from my absence by getting back in shape. I asked her if she'd taken up
running again but she said she'd read lifting weights burns more fat, for
longer. She had gotten herself a PT and was working hard with her. She was an
ex bikini model called Amy. Steph showed me a picture... I'm a little ashamed
to say I thought about her that night in the shower. Jesus, if she could get
Steph halfway there I'd be a lucky guy!

The months rolled on and things progressed well on the project. Steph kept me
updated on everything that was going on at home and I could see on our
FaceTime chats that her body had begun to change. Her face was looking tighter
and her clothes started to look a bit baggy on her. It was obviously difficult
to tell properly how far she'd come. I was excited to see her though, whatever
she looked like. Speaking to your wife and your best friend every day is great
but it's not the same as picking her up and taking her to bed, not the same as
making sweet love to her and falling asleep in each others arms; not the same
as waking up and seeing her beautiful face each morning. Eventually the day
came and she had organised a coming home party. She said the kids would be
there but then they were both going off to some friends houses that night. I
couldn't wait to see them but I must say I was quietly pleased they would be
out on the Saturday. It was going to be a long flight back to the US from
Dubai and a lie in is a difficult thing to achieve with kids on the border of
becoming teenagers in the house.

As predicted it was a long flight home but Steph was waiting at the airport
with the kids when I walked through the arrivals gate. We all waved like crazy
people and ran towards each other. We wrapped up in a big family hug and it
felt so good to be back with them. We headed home and all got washed and ready
to have the guests back. Steph wore these tight, shiny leather trousers and a
loose, electric blue shirt over the top. It was open quite low and showed off
her huge boobs, which seemed to have retained their previous enormous size,
even though she had clearly lost a huge amount of weight. Open high heel
sandals completed the look and what a look it was. She wore her hair up in a
loose bun, as was her way, with dark makeup bringing out her vivid green eyes.
I couldn't stop staring at her ass. It was like being a teenager again. I was
totally infatuated with her. I couldn't believe how amazing she looked. A few
of my buddies commented on it at the party too. One of them said I bet I
though it was like Christmas. I left a soccer mom at home and came back to a
supermodel.

It was a great night and I loved catching up with everyone but the jet lag
caught up with me and I was struggling toward the end. People picked up on it
and started to head out. The kids said their goodbyes and headed off with the
respective friends and I collapsed on the sofa. Steph did a bit of tidying up.
Pretty soon my eyes closed. I'm not sure how much later it was but Steph
gently rocked me awake. "Come on sleepy head", she said gently to me. I was
really struggling to stay awake and my eyes closed again. I then felt this
strange sensation. Like movement and weightlessness. I felt this warmth and
glimpses of the stunning leather clad ass and some high heels. I opened my
eyes for a second and swear I was looking right down the staircase but my eyes
closed again and I was out. The next thing I knew I felt kisses on my neck and
a soft hand gently caressing my hardening cock. I opened my eyes again but
managed to keep them open this time. I was in bed and I was naked. I have no
idea how either of those things happened. Steph was kissing me and wearing her
favourite pink, silk nightie.

"How did I get here?"

"Mmm you fell asleep... Mmm on the sofa... So I carried you up to bed..."

"How?"

"Gym remember... Your lady's strong now baby. Now shut up and kiss me."

I did and the feeling of her soft skin and the silk nightie and her hand on my
cock soon had me going, roused from my slumber. The feel of her soft, full
lips was such sweet welcome to my lonely mouth. I had missed the feel of her.
But even as I enjoyed the taste of her mouth, I noticed the feel of her had
changed. I stroked my hands up her thighs as she slid herself down onto my
rock hard cock and then ran them round to her ass. Where once my fingers had
dented the soft, round mound of her buttocks, now they slid along the hard
surface. Her silken skin was suddenly pulled tight over firm muscle. The
feeling was one that took me back to the days when we were first together. She
rode me as my hands explored her gym hardened physique. At one point I put my
hands underneath her arms and tried to roll her over, so I could go on top.
She quickly brought her hands up, grabbed my wrists and slammed them down on
the bed, over my head. My eyes opened wide in surprise and I caught her eyes.
Seeing the wild, predatory lust that filled them was an incredibly erotic
experience as my newly hard bodied wife held me down on the bed and slammed
her hips down onto my crotch.

Soon the speed grew, as did her grip around my wrists, to the point that it
started to hurt. Her breathing became laboured and then she came, her eyes
rolled back and her back arched upwards, she quickly leant down and shoved her
tongue into my mouth, kissing my passionately as we both completed our orgasms
together. She kissed me a few more times before she released me and rolled off
me and onto her side. It had been making love, it wasn't wild, teenage fucking
but there was no denying she had taken full control. This was unusual for us.
It had always been me that had taken the lead before. The role reversal hadn't
involved latex and whips and chains but something unspoken had passed between
us. She had just carried me to bed, dressed in an insanely hot outfit that I'd
been salivating over, before stripping me naked and owning me. As she lay on
her back after this, it felt natural to cuddle up to her side. I shuffled over
and put my head on her shoulder. She guided me to lift myself up and she put
her arm underneath, before I settled in against her chest, her arm now
encircling me. Being held by her felt wonderful, I'd missed the physical
intimacy with my wife so much; she felt great and smelled great and now all of
a sudden had this fitness model body which I was cuddling up against. The silk
felt so good and I was soon asleep once more.

In the morning I actually woke up first. As tired as I'd been I was also still
on a different time zone and I'd always been an early riser anyway. Steph was
asleep on her side. I looked over and admired the lines of toned muscle
running through her shoulders. I actually shuffled over on the bed and began
to kiss her back, causing gentle stirring in her, which turned into moaning.
She reached behind her and grabbed my rock hard cock and began to slowly pull
me off, while I reached around her side and fondled one of her huge breasts
through the silk of her nightie. I worked my way down until I was fingerings
her and when her breathing became a bit faster, she guided my dick into her
from behind. We started moving together in the old familiar way, but as my
hand roamed over her stomach, her arms, her shoulders and her thighs, I was
taken aback once more about how firm and toned she was now. Every inch of her
seemed to be tighter.

It didn't take us long to finish together and she rolled around kissed me,
before we both got up and jumped in the shower together. We kissed and cuddled
and I stroked her firm arse as the water cascaded down our bodies. After we
got out of the shower and dried, I walked back into the bedroom with a towel
wrapped around my waist and lay back on the bed. Steph pulled on this Victoria
Secrets bra and panty set that was seriously hot. It was black with little
gold bits woven into the fabric. She sat at her dressing table and blow dried
her hair. As she did this, I admired the muscles dancing around in her arms
while she maneuvered the hairdryer in one hand and her hair in the other. As
she finished, she pulled a hair tie open and gathered her beautiful hair into
a long pony tail. I finally broke my silence and exclaimed,

"Steph, your arms look amazing."

She spun on her chair with a huge smile on her face. Then lifted herself off
the stool,

"Yeah, you think so?"

She said as she pulled a double bicep pose. My dick became hard again and
formed a tent in the towel and I started lazily stroking it while staring at
her.

"I didn't know you liked strong girls so much!", she said with a little
flirtatious giggle.

"Neither did I but seems I like them a lot!", I joked back.

Steph flexed a few more of her muscles, showing me her thick legs and her abs,
before adding:

"So, there's something I haven't told you. Amy and I have been adding
something to our sessions which I've been really enjoying and I think I'm
getting pretty good at it!"

"And...?"

"We've been wrestling..."

She looked at me quizzically, trying to gauge the look on my face. It was a
head tilted smirk, I was curious and she knew it.

"Do you think you'd want to.... You know, give it a go with me?"

"What? Here?"

"Yeah, actually there isn't really a space big enough at the gym. So I bought
some mats and we've been practicing here, pushing the furniture to the side in
the living room. So... What about it?"

"Hmm... Do I think having a little grapple with my sexy wife in the living
room of our house while we have the place to ourselves.... Fuck yeah.."

I said with a huge grin.

Steph literally bounced up and down she was so excited to show me her moves. I
pulled on some underwear and together we arranged the furniture in the living
room, before grabbing the mats from the garage and putting them down. Steph
told me to stay where she was, she had a little surprise that she thought I
might get a kick out of. She ran upstairs and came down again a minute later
wearing this absolutely tiny, metallic looking, lime green one piece swimsuit.
The front plunged, exposing the sides of her huge tits and the top of her
stomach, the suit linking up just above her belly button. My jaw dropped.

"I actually bought this for the summer to show off my gym work but I thought
you might enjoy getting your ass kicked by me.. Wearing this."

"I think you have a point."

We agreed some rules, first to three pins wins, loser is a loser, winner is
Champion of the Universe. Usual stupid stuff, then squared up. I went straight
for her shoulders with a clumsy grab and she showed me what the training she'd
been doing with Amy was all about, swiftly pushing my arms to the side,
spinning behind me and gripping me round the middle. Suddenly I was airborne
as she suplexed me onto my back. As I rolled back up the right way and made my
way up onto my hands and knees I started laughing,

"Did you just... Suplex me?"

She burst into laughter and said,

"Yep... Think so."

We collapsed in uncontrollable giggles which lasted a minute or two and then
we calmed down.... Stopped... Stared at each other... Smiled... And pounced.
We grappled again, locking hands in a classic test of strength, both on our
knees. We pushed each other arms around a little but it wasn't long before she
got the upper hand. It was the first time I'd realised not only had Steph
become super strong but that she'd actually become stronger than me. It was a
strange, sobering and weirdly arousing realisation. As the strength in my arms
faded, she threw both of my arms to the side and span round behind me, where
she roughly pushed her hands under my armpits and linked them behind my neck.
I found myself in a Full Nelson hold, her strong arms totally incapacitating
me. I tried to pull to the left and right, forward and back but each time I
felt her weight shift and she held me firm.

Eventually, I lifted one of my arms and tapped on her head. She asked me if I
was tapping and I managed to wobble my head slightly to indicate I was. She
released the hold and I dropped forward, the pain in my back increased
momentarily as she released me. Before I knew it, she had scrambled onto my
back, lifted my tired and aching arms over her legs and put my into a camel
clutch. She pulled my head backwards and I really started to struggle for air,
not to mention the pain in my joints from being so easily and expertly
manhandled by my beautiful, busty wife.

She held this hold for another minute or so and began flirtatiously taunting
me about how she didn't think it would be this easy to dominate me. She told
me Amy and her had great matches and were becoming quite evenly matched, she
should have known I wouldn't stand a chance. It was incredibly sexy to be
taunted by this lithe, strong goddess and my dick pressed against the floor
and the fabric of my pants as it got hard.

I thought we were done with the wrestling and she would give me a break when I
tapped again on her thigh but instead she lifted my arms over her knees and
dropped them heavily on the floor. She scooted across the mat, opened her legs
and pulled my body up toward her, flipping me onto my back and clamped her
thick, silky thighs around my neck. As I rolled over and the pressure of the
floor was released, my rock hard cock sprang up and she said,

"Ohh baby. I didn't realise you liked this so much. You like your sexy little
wife kicking your ass? Want to know something? This is me at about 20%. If I
was really going for it like I do in training, I think I'd have put you in the
hospital by now. Can you imagine? I'd put on a coat and some heels and leave
you in your pants. I'd pick you up and carry you into the hospital and we'd
make up some excuse about how your broke some ribs, the whole time we'd both
know it was me and I was still wearing this little number under the coat..."

As she was taunting me and turning me on with her words, she was alternating
before releasing the pressure, short little squeezes to emphasise certain
words and a prolonged squeeze at the end which totally cut off my circulation
and had me seeing stars. I ran my hands up and down her thick, muscled legs,
enjoying the sensation of her smooth skin against my fingertips.

When I started turning blue, Steph opened her legs and shifted backwards. I
thought my head was going to be allowed to drop to the floor but she grabbed a
handful of my hair and stopped it dropping. She rolled around to the side of
me, then brought one of her legs out and under her arm, stretching across my
chest. She pulled my hair and I raised my head up long enough for her to clamp
her thighs back around it. This time she was lying on top of me, facing down.
I couldn't believe the sight of her incredibly tight ass just below my chin.
Again she taunted me about how strong she'd become and how much she loved
kicking my ass while I struggled to breathe and felt her big hamstrings and
her firm ass cheeks. She even began gently stroking my cock and balls,
commenting how at least one part of my was hard, compared to the soft and
squidgy rest of me. She told me she had some thoughts about how maybe I could
be of use to her after all... If I survived her scissors that is.

When she thought I'd had enough, she uncurled her thighs from around my neck
and pulled her knees forward, sitting straight on my face, facing my feet with
her ankles by my neck and her knees on my chest. The taunting continued about
how she didn't understand how I kept letting myself get into these situations.
She stayed there, taking my oxygen away for a minute or two. The whole thing
was extremely exciting. Bouncing her beautiful ass up and down a few times,
wearing the tiny, shiny swimsuit, she added,

"Then again, maybe your plan was for me to be sitting on your face. I suppose
it does open up certain options..."

She lifted herself up and reached her hand down, simultaneously shifting her
body backwards and pulling her swimsuit to the side. She pushed her bare, wet,
pussy onto my mouth and I realised she was as turned on as I was. Struggling
for air, trying to pull in breaths and lick her beautiful lips while she
slowly lifted off my face and pressed back down was incredible. She clearly
liked it too because after a minute of that she started really grinding down
onto me. It was hurting my nose and I could feel my head bouncing off the mat.
I started to worry about the pain in my face but it didn't last long. I felt
her shudder with an orgasm, she moaned and pressed down hard on my face one
last time.

Following that, she stood up and grabbed one of my hands, pulling me to my
feet. Before I knew it she'd squatted down and hauled me up across her
shoulders in a fireman's carry. She walked in slow circles around the room
while my laboured breathing caught up and the redness started to dissipate
from my burning cheeks. There was a big mirror on the living room wall and she
carried me over to it. She stood there for a second, then to demonstrate her
superiority, she started squatting me, slowly and deeply, she got to a 10
count and then said,

"Look at you. Got yourself in another little situation here haven't ya? I
mean, I could slam you backwards, I could slam you forwards, I could flip you
the other way round and give you a back breaker... I have so many choices. I
think you've been a pretty good boy though. You did lick me out real good...
Maybe you deserve a little treat. How would you like it if I knocked you out
using only my tits?"

I barely had time to register what she'd said before she did in fact slam me
backwards onto the mat. While I was seeing stars, she scrambled on top of me
and enveloped my head into her glorious cleavage. I didn't struggle. By this
point we both fully understood I didn't have a chance of moving her, breaking
the hold, or really doing anything. So I just lay there and enjoyed the
feeling of being suffocated by my wife's perfect rack, wondering if this was
going to be a regular occurrence from now on... I had a feeling, with a great
sense of excitement, that this was pretty much standard foreplay from now on.

Just before I slipped into unconsciousness, Steph lifted herself off me, her
huge breasts finally releasing my face and I sucked in a desperate breath,
panting once more and struggling to get my heart rate back to normal. Steph
was kneeling beside me, looking at me lustily, clearly turned on by her
obvious physical superiority and said,

"I think you've had enough for today big boy. There's going to be plenty of
time for me to kick your ass again soon. Now I'm fucking horny... So I'm going
to take you upstairs the fuck you until you can't move anymore."

She reached down and took my head in her hands, gently guiding me to sit
myself up. When I was sitting, she leaned down at shoved her tongue in my
mouth, pushing my tongue around, dominating our kiss as easily as she had
dominated the wrestling. I began gently sucking on her tongue and she moaned.

She brought one leg up, so it was behind my back and slid her arms around me,
one behind my back and one under my knees. If I wasn't already hopelessly
aware of how much stronger than me she had become, this final demonstration
put all elements of doubt out of my mind as she stood, lifting me into a
cradle. I remembered carrying her across the threshold on our wedding night
and the total role reversal the years had brought was supremely evident in the
image I saw in the big mirror. The fitness model in the green, metallic one
piece who looked no more than 30, carrying the chubby, middle aged man who
looked 45; not showing any particular signs that my weight bothered her. My
beautiful, insanely sexily dressed wife proceeded to carry me across the mats
and up the stairs toward our bedroom. When she reached the top of the stairs
her muscles had the definition showing in her biceps that showed she was
working hard but she wasn't breathing especially heavily. She carried me down
the hallway toward our bedroom. When she reached it, I said,

"Steph?"

She stopped, looked at me for a second and then threw me in the air,
readjusting her arms higher to where she could hold me more comfortably. My
arms encircled her shoulders but I let go with my arm across her front and
raised it to her beautiful cheek. I softly ran a finger across her delicate
face and then down her neck and over her chest. I ran a line across the top of
her massive tits over to the strap of her sexy swimsuit. My eyes had followed
my hand, as had hers, but when I grabbed the strap with my fist, holding onto
it like a rope, both our eyes left the hand and met each other, then I finally
let myself say the thing I'd been wanting to say all afternoon,

"Don't be gentle."

Her eyes narrowed and a Cheshire cat grin spread across her face. Her eyes
left mine and looked straight at the bedroom door. She lifted a foot off the
ground and kicked the door open, before carrying me in.

For the next two hours she threw me around the bedroom and fucked me on every
surface and in ways I'd never imagined before. I remember when I used to pick
her up, carry her across the room and slam her against the wall. It felt so
strange to have her do this to me but so sexy too, my large legs wrapped
around her narrow waist and her rock hard buns pressed against my calves. At
one point she did this and was kissing me and I realised she must have been
carrying me around like this for 10 minutes. She put me in a cradle carry and
lifted my soft saggy body up to her face, devouring my pole which was anything
but soft and saggy. Where yesterday she took control but it was still making
love, this was the kind of wild, crazy fucking we had done as teenagers, only
this time with her being the far stronger and fitter partner. She used my body
for her pleasure and I worshipped her like the Goddess she was, kissing and
licking her from her toes to her tits, climbing her body sitting on her strong
shoulders, riding her firm back and loving it when she hoisted me over her
head and held me in front of the mirror, showing how totally and completely
she physically outclassed my once strong body. I had the absolute best morning
of my life.

In the afternoon we descended the stairs once more. She was now wearing her
baby blue silk slip and a little matching silk dressing gown. She had even put
on some little heels with a fluffy toe to complete the sexy housewife look. I
was wearing my own silk monogrammed PJs and dressing gown along with my
slippers. Of course she was carrying me, held secure in her strong arms as her
high heeled feet clicked on the wooden stairs. She walked through the house to
the kitchen and put me down in the chair. She poured us both some juice and
came and sat on my knee.

"So, what are you thinking lover?"

"I'm thinking I need to buy Amy the biggest bouquet of flowers she's ever
seen."

She giggled and hugged me and kissed me so forcefully I was struggling for
air. We kissed for a minute and I could hear she was beginning to get turned
on and suddenly she jumped up and threw me over her shoulder.... Heading back
for the bedroom once more. I decided then and there I was going to start
hitting the gym hard. I had no intention of bulking up but I needed to work on
my cardio if I was going to keep up with this Amazonian nymphomaniac who had
replaced my wife. I don't think I'd ever be able to take a long assignment
abroad again. I couldn't possibly drag myself away from this and if she went
through another one of these transformations I'd be genuinely worried for my
health.