My Wife – A Real Life Story Part 5 
By Ricoh San Juan



Well, it's been a couple years since I posted my experiences with my wife.
This is really not a ball busting story as my previous, just a cute one. With
the Covid pandemic, we've been stuck home for quite a while. With much less to
do, and more time on our hands, we started taking up weightlifting again. This
is something we hadn't done for a while, but it was something she always liked
or at least was tolerant of. She despises running and will not jog.

She is short and fairly stocky, long straight black hair with really small
hands. I believe a product of her being sick when she was younger. I don't
know if she's naturally strong, but I always found her to be relatively strong
for a woman. I find it sexy watching her workout.

We have a fairly comprehensive set of weights in the basement, a product of
our younger days, and she was pretty motivated and making some pretty good
gains. I motivated her by agreeing to budget a weekend at the casino and spa
for her if she made certain gains and perform certain feats of strength. She
was kind enough to promise me a certain thing if I could make a certain gain
also.

Things I had her do including bend steel bars and a frying pan. I personally
find it real sexy when a woman bends things. I let her know this also. So, she
was able to deadlift 200 pounds, which I think is fantastic for a 125-pound
middle-aged woman. She was able to throw up a couple of 45-pound dumbbells for
a bicep curl. She bent 15 of these thin steel sheets, more easily than I
thought. I'm sure she could do more, but this was what we agreed she'd target.
Lastly, she bent up this fairly cheap frying pan I bought.

It was very erotic watching these little hands of hers do this damage,
especially as she made these cute little girly grunts. I personally thought of
the various body parts she could destroy with such strength. I was
disappointed that she wouldn't agree to be taped, but the images of her
destructive power are etched in my mind.

I know she was proud of herself as she was smiling afterward and asked me if I
was impressed. I told her yes, very much so, and I asked her if she impressed
herself, but she didn't answer me, she just kept smiling. She knows how I
think, but she doesn't want to encourage me in that area too much.

Which brings me to the incident of which the story is really about. While she
didn't want to show her pride in front of me, she apparently didn't mind
bragging a little to her friends.

She has a friend named Kathy; a woman she's known since junior high. Kathy is
a real tall woman, really thin, does a lot of artsy stuff and crafts, is
really active in the church.

Apparently, the subject of lifting came up and my wife told her what she had
been doing and such. Well Kathy looked at my tiny wife who rarely wears
anything that shows of her muscles, besides the fact that she much stronger
than she is muscular.

So as Kelly, this my wife's name, told it, Kathy was really dismissive of it
and didn't believe her, which somewhat miffed Kelly because she is very
honest. Specifically, she didn't believe Kelly could bend a frying pan. Kelly
asked if she could prove it, so they went into her kitchen, and she grabbed a
pan that was sitting right on the stove. Kathy smiled and told her to go for
it.

She said it was hard to get it started, this one was heavier than the one she
bent for me, but then it started to give way and she quickly rolled it over on
top of itself.

She wasn't watching Kathy's reaction, as she was focused on the pan, but she
said Kathy suddenly cried out and said something like "No, Stop," and she
grabbed her arm. Kelly looked up and saw this pained look on Kathy's face and
was suddenly pretty upset.

Apparently, Kelly had just wrecked a family Heirloom Kathy had received from
her mother. Kathy said she thought it so ridiculous that Kelly could do what
she said, she hadn't even considered that this might happen when my wife
grabbed that pan.

Kelly didn't really even think to warn her again before she started in on the
pan, I assume she was more thinking about wiping the smile off her face.

Kelly tried to bend it back and could, but the metal was already creased, and
she couldn't make it straight. There's an old adage from proverbs that says
what is bent cannot be straightened. Kathy then got teary eyed, Kelly felt
bad, and I didn't even hear about it until Kathy gave me a hard time about it
one day, as if it were my fault. She asked me what I was giving her that made
her so strong.

Kelly didn't say anything in front of Kathy, but then she gave me the details
when we were alone, blaming me as well and warning me it was fortunate she
didn't roll me up. I loved it.