The Siren's Lure By Beaten Man - humbled@abeatenman.com She had muscles men dream of having ... and women dream of Chapter 1 As Joel stared back into his wife's almost feverish looking eyes he couldn't believe that it had come to this. How could the impossible become the possible and then become the occurring in only a week?. This was like some sort of bizarre dream. This couldn't be happening. All he'd wanted was a night out for his wife. What began as just a minor celebration had turned into something of a nightmare for him. Joel had simply wanted to show his wife a good time in celebration of his winning the club tennis tournament earlier in the afternoon of that fateful day a week before. She had stood patiently in the hot sun for three successive afternoons as he'd worked his way through the rounds. She'd cheered every point and every set he'd won. She deserved a reward.. She had been so proud of him when he'd walked off with the trophy. She'd actually looked happier than he did. Being loved, that's always important, but being admired? That's the greatest feeling in the world. Especially if your admirer is your own wife. No doubt about it, she really had a good time coming. And, as a matter of fact, so did he When he'd chosen Rocky's out of all the night clubs in the area for his celebration he had no idea what turmoil he would be bringing into their household. He was simply looking for something new for her to experience. He'd meant well but you know what they say. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Joel had paved himself a Super Highway. It had been such a wonderful week. He had been a long shot at best to wind up the club champion. After all he was forty seven years old and competing against men twenty years younger than he was. He had told his thirty five year old wife Rachel that he didn't feel he had a chance of even making it out of the preliminaries before the tournament started. Rachel though, would hear none of his negative talk. She knew that her six foot tall one hundred and eighty pound man was more than a match for his younger foes even if he didn't. He was her man and she always had a knack for picking the best. She'd helped make him his best over the years. As a cross country runner, and a good one at that, she knew the value of conditioning. Over their ten years of marriage she had driven her older husband to train hard and keep his body fit. She was not only proud that he had bested a club full of younger men in such a physically demanding sport but also that he had done such a good job of taking care of himself. She admired his determination and self discipline as much as she did his skill. It was her respect and admiration that was the engine that powered Joel's competitive drive. He would do anything for her admiration. He couldn't have won without her. He wouldn't have won without her. That was why he had looked long and hard to find something new and exciting to reward her with. Dinner and a movie was just too pedestrian for the dedication she'd shown him. When he read about Rocky's amateur boxing tournaments every Saturday Night he knew right away that he'd found something that his wife would find a stimulating adventure to watch. She had never seen a boxing match. With her love of sports and competition, particularly amateur sports, this would be a natural for her to enjoy. That much turned out to be true. If only he had chosen another night though. The night began well. The dinner at a four star restaurant was romantic as the couple enjoyed a fine French meal, ordered entirely in French by Joel much to the delight of his impressed wife. Later the table they were given at Rocky's was ring side, an honor Joel paid handsomely for and one for which his wife was greatly appreciative.. Everything was perfect. After being seated and ordering a round of drinks the couple began studying the other patrons in the crowded club. As luck, or perhaps lack of luck, would have it they had been seated next to a party of eight young adults, all of them in their mid to late twenties. The four couples at the table were all handsome men and beautiful women. Coincidently Rachel recognized the largest of the four men seated at the table. He had been a close friend of her youngest brother when he had attended high school. The man had been a football star in High School and gone on to some limited fame as a college quarterback. He was something of a small town celebrity. Seated next to him was his wife Lori. Lori was an extraordinarily beautiful woman and she attracted the attention of both Joel and Rachel. She was tall for a woman, about five foot nine, and stood out in the crowded room. It wasn't her height, though, that set her apart from the other attractive young women at the club. She had a wild mane of wavy golden hair that fell carelessly to her shoulders and framed an exquisite face with a wide sensuous mouth and the clearest aqua blue eyes either had ever seen Her figure had to be seen to be believed. She had almost perfect measurements. Rachel estimated them to be 37 23 37. Joel being somewhat of an expert on the female form volunteered that she looked to be a natural C cup, a comment that drew a sharp glance from his wife. But more than the beautiful face or even the seductive figure there was a glow of health and athleticism about her. She was flawlessly tanned and her rather immodest outfit revealed an athletic musculature that made her one hundred and sixty five pound body look as though it might belong to a professional athlete. Her sleeveless blouse revealed a healthy set of well developed biceps that most men would be proud of. Her legs while shapely and smooth were heavily muscled and her mid riff blouse and hip hugger shorts framed a six pack set of steel like Abs across her flat mid section. There was an air of sexuality and animal magnetism about her that clung to her like a cloak. Both Joel and Rachel were fascinated by her appearance and found themselves commenting on her throughout the evening. Their fascination with her would be further piqued when later the Club announced that it was fight time and called for volunteers. The woman was one of four individuals selected to compete in the boxing contests. The other three were men, one of whom was her husband, the High School and College jock. Now they were entranced. Could a beautiful woman actually compete with men in a brutal contest like boxing. Neither of them would be able to take their eyes of her for the remainder of the evening. Her husband fought in the first match. He easily beat a larger but totally overmatched man. Lori was scheduled for the second bout. Her smallish male opponent was dwarfed by the beautiful woman. The contrast between them served to highlight the woman's muscular frame. She was such an impressive sight athletically that the man refused to fight her and quit as soon as the fight began. Though the match turned out to be non existent it revealed an interesting side of the fascinating woman. During the instructions, as the two potential fighters faced each other, the woman's sexual arousal was apparent. It could be seen in the look on her face and in her breathing. It was evident in her body language. She appeared feral and almost predatory as she stared at the other fighter. Not only didn't she fear fighting a man, she was turned on by the thought. Within a few short minutes an even more startling event began to unfold. The woman and her larger husband squared off for the evening's championship match. You could feel the sexual tension between the two of them as the referee gave them their pre fight instructions. That tension seemed to increase throughout the three round match. The match itself was poorly fought but was remarkable none the less. The smaller and obviously inexperienced Lori was able to hold off her husband through the entire bout. She not only survived the match but was able to gain a draw against the larger and seemingly more experienced male. The Smith's could not tear their eyes off the woman as she valiantly competed against her mate. As they watched the match progress the action became more and more intense. By the third round the fighters were drenched in sweat and punching toe to toe. The woman seemed to glow under the lights. Her efforts made her muscles appear to swell during the match. By the end of the third round she looked like an Olympian with her bulging biceps bathed in perspiration. Rachel found herself cheering wildly for the sleekly muscled female. When the draw was announced she felt the woman had been robbed of the victory. To his surprise Joel found himself almost hypnotized by the action. He had seen Male/Female competition once or twice in tennis, never in something as physical as boxing. He found the concept stimulating. Rachel too was stimulated by the obvious sexual tension between the fighters as they slugged it out. She looked across the table at Joel and imagined them in the ring and the thought made her more aroused than she had been in months. Then she imagined herself boxing with the beautiful blonde in the ring and she was suddenly on fire. The thought of clinching with the muscular Lori sent shivers up and down Rachel's spine. She shuddered involuntarily and felt her nipples stiffen. Her reaction disturbed her. She tried to put the thought out of her mind but it kept returning, each time ever more alluringly. When the match was over and the couple returned to their table to pay their tab, Rachel felt compelled to stop them and identify herself to the man as an old acquaintance. She must get their phone number she thought, her brother would want it. She refused to admit even to herself that she wanted that phone number desperately.. His manner was a bit sullen but when he introduced his wife Lori to Rachel she was bubbling with enthusiasm. Rachel was another woman who had witnessed her feat. "Did you see me kick his ass" she asked of Rachel after the introduction. She flexed her bicep teasingly at her husband as she spoke to Rachel. Rachel was overcome with the desire to touch it. She fought her hands to keep them at her side. The thought of feeling it swell in her hand as she rubbed it made her break out in sweat. She felt her heart begin to pound and was so light headed she feared she would swoon. She didn't even feel the man slip the requested address and phone number into her hand. Joel joined his wife at the neighboring table when she did not quickly return. He introduced himself to the young couple as the women talked. Lori's handshake was firm, he felt her strength in her touch. His eyes strayed to her upper arms as she pumped his hand. They lingered there as she continued her conversation with Rachel. "Give us a call, I'd love to get together and show you how to kick your old man's butt" Lori was saying giddily. "You'll never believe what a turn on it is". The only one at the table who didn't chuckle at her bold comment was Lori's husband. "We have to go now, were scheduled for another bout ... if you know what I mean" she added, staring hungrily at her husband. The Smith's watched the younger couple depart. Their eyes followed her bare shoulders and swaying backside as she crossed the room. Joel imagined her in a brief tennis skirt approaching the net with her racquet cocked to return his overhand smash. The muscles in her imaginary arm danced as she swung the racquet. Rachel's mind saw her posing naked , her body oiled and her arms flexed. She blushed as she saw herself running her hands reverently over the round hard swell of Lori's biceps. Chapter 2 Joel was in his own personal heaven as they drove home that night. Rachel was nestled up beside him with both her hands cradling the bicep on his right arm. Her head was pressed to his shoulder and her eyes were closed. She sighed deeply from time to time as she rubbed his arm and when her eyes opened briefly they were filled with desire. Visions of Rachel sitting at his feet and staring adoringly up at him as he sent smash after smash sailing passed an overmatched Lori played at his mind. Visions of hanging helplessly from Lori's arms filled Rachel's. That night the couple made love in a way they had not done in years. They were passionate and filled with animal lust as they rolled around the bed locked in a mutual embrace. Rachel was insatiable and Joel was inspired by her voracious sexual appetite She ran her hands up and down his arms as she thrust wildly beneath him. "My God they're huge" she cried out. "I've never felt anything so hard" she moaned repeatedly. Joel erupted in powerful ejaculation as she stroked his arms. For a brief instance, as his sperm pulsed from his body. he visualized Lori appreciatively feeling his muscles after watching him destroy her young athletic husband in a tennis match Rachel's body tightened and convulsed, she screamed yes over and over as a titanic climax overcame her. Her body shuddered repeatedly and waves of sensual pleasure swept over her making her moan. She dug her fingers deeply into his biceps and screamed as a final shudder wracked her body. "Oh Lori", she sighed deliriously as she slumped beneath him, totally drained and spent, Totally satisfied. Chapter 3 The next week, though uneventful, was somehow strangely foreboding. Like the calm before the storm. Things just didn't seem right,. They were each plagued with disturbing thoughts that they would not discuss, and which they could not make go away. Rachel's head was reeling from the conflicting emotions that had been with her as a constant companion since her chance encounter with Lori. She could not get the sight of her in the ring battling her own husband out of her mind. Each time she thought of it her breath quickened and her nipples tingled. She could feel herself lubricate with nothing more than the mental image as a stimulant. Whenever she thought of Lori, and she could think of little else, she would see her feminine muscles swell and become hard. When she did , she longed to run her hands over them. She touched her own breasts and dreamed she was touching Lori's. Rachel had never had even a hint of Lesbianism in her life. She had never had an inappropriate thought about a woman at all, and now since Saturday she had nothing but inappropriate thoughts. At times she felt she would go mad if she couldn't feel Lori's muscles swell in her hands. She loved her husband. She'd never looked at another man, much less another woman. She fought to imagine him in the same way she did Lori and she could not do it. Lori kept returning to her thoughts. Her sexual appetite was ravenous, she was constantly aroused. But each time she had made love since Saturday, in her mind, the body above her had been Lori's. The muscles she felt growing in her hands were Lori's. She had never experienced such thunderous climaxes. Each one filled with the Vision of Lori's oiled and pumped body The remembrance of each sexual episode made her long immediately for another one. Joel was plagued by dark thoughts of his own. His wife's behavior had him alarmed. She had cried out the name Lori during sex on more than a few occasions. And, coinciding with her obvious thoughts of the woman had come a marked increase in her sexual appetite. After over ten years of marriage, sex two and three times a day was hardly the norm. Joel wasn't complaining mind you, he was just concerned that it was not him that was stimulating Rachel. Other than a constant yearning for sex Rachel had ignored him completely since Saturday. All she had talked about for the entire week leading up to his tournament victory had been how proud she was of him. In the days since he'd won the tournament, since. they'd met Lori, she hadn't mentioned it once. At first he had thought it was her pride in him for winning that was stimulating her. Had she cried out Lori once or even twice he might not have noticed. He couldn't help but notice when it was happening twice a day. He'd even heard her mumble the name in her sleep. He knew it was not him she was fantasizing of when they made love. It wasn't his arms she was adoringly fondling.. When, after the third time Rachel had called out Lori during sex, he'd asked her why she was calling out the woman's name. Rachel had been evasive and told him he must have misunderstood. But she had blushed deeply and avoided his eyes. He knew what he'd heard and what he'd heard certainly wasn't Joel. It was Lori.. He knew it, and what's more, she knew he knew it He'd had his own random fantasies of Lori. Perfectly natural ones he thought. She was a beautiful young woman. Any man who saw her would think about her. He wondered momentarily how Rachel would feel if he were to groan out Lori during climax. He was sure she wouldn't like it. And she'd like it a lot less if he was moaning Jack or Robert or Sam. The idea that he should compete with a woman for his wife's attention was disturbing enough. That it was a woman he himself found fascinating and sexually arousing made it a matter of deepest concern. That she was a woman who was aroused by beating men at their own games made it almost intimidating. As much as he would have liked to get to know Lori better he was happy that she was just some one they'd had a chance encounter with. That they probably would never see her again gave his troubled mind some small relief. Chapter 4 Rachel had approached the phone, her hand shaking like a leaf, to dial their number a dozen times since Saturday. Each time she had fought back the urge. And each time the urge came back even stronger. "I'm being foolish" she said to herself as she finally worked up the nerve to place the call, "They're lovely people and there is absolutely no reason for me to behave like a frightened child". But her heart was pounding like a hammer in her chest as she listened to the phone ring on the other end. She was relieved when it was the husband that answered. Though thoughts of Lori filled her mind she would have probably slammed the receiver down in panic had it been her answering. She identified herself and spoke of how lovely it had been meeting them. She inquired if they would not perhaps like to join Joel and herself at the tennis club for lunch and maybe a game of doubles. The man sounded terrible and distraught on the phone. He mumbled something about getting his wife to talk to her and then the line was silent. A moment later she heard Lori's voice say hello. "You're the same woman who watched the boxing match Saturday night aren't you" Lori asked. "Yes, I'm so glad you remember me" Rachel stammered, her mind already filling with mental pictures of the bout. After exchanging pleasantries Lori asked her what she thought of the spectacle. Rachel replied that it had impressed her that a woman could compete on such a physical level with a man. She spoke calmly but on the inside she was already feeling the rising heat in her loins. Her breath quickened when Lori next said that she and her husband had boxed again just the previous night. Rachel's voice was shaking when Lori asked if she'd like the details and she replied "yes". The woman spoke of donning brief attire, describing it in exquisite detail, and then adjourning to a small padded room that her and her husband wrestled in nightly. Rachel's nipples stiffened as she visualized a topless Lori, her muscles glistening, facing her husband with her gloved fists raised. Lori then spoke of knocking him down and battering him senseless in a short bout. Rachel became more and more aroused with the description of each blow. She could see every one of them in her mind. She moaned audibly when Lori described the knock down. Lori told her that he'd then gotten up and sworn retaliation. That they had clashed in a blistering exchange of blows and that she'd completely overpowered him leaving him defenseless at the end of the exchange. Rachel was on the verge of sexual eruption by then as she pictured Lori's muscles swelling larger and larger with each blow she landed. When she finally spoke of him hanging helplessly in her arms, the arms that had destroyed him, Rachel was overtaken by a volcanic climax. She could not even speak as she imagined it was herself draped across Lori's body. She saw her hands holding desperately for support to Lori's biceps and her head, hanging battered by those same muscles, resting on her breasts. It was a full five minutes before she was recovered sufficiently to repeat her invitation for lunch and a little tennis over the weekend. It took Lori less than 5 seconds to agree to meet them the next day. When Rachel asked her if she needed to discuss the matter with her husband before committing she simply laughed. "I see I'm going to have to teach you how to deal with men" Lori said as she hung up. Chapter 5 Joel was not at all sure how he felt about the days planned activities as he and Rachel sat in the Tennis Club's Court side restaurant awaiting the arrival of, as he had dubbed them, the boxing couple. Lori and her husband had been due at 1PM and it was already 1:15 with no sign of the young pair. He hadn't exactly been crazy over the idea of meeting with them in the first place. When Rachel had barged in breathlessly to inform him that they had a luncheon date with Lori and her ex quarterback husband he had gotten uncharacteristically angry with her. She hadn't asked him, she'd just made plans and expected him to go along with it. Normally that wasn't something that bothered Joel. But this time it did. It was one thing for his wife to walk around fantasizing about some woman. That was bad enough. Now she was taking it a little bit too far for comfort. She wasn't in the habit of arranging get acquainted parties with other people that they happened to sit next to in a Night Club. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why she had this time. But he had been unable to bring himself to tell his wife exactly why he was unhappy with her plans. How does one accuse ones wife of being infatuated with a woman she barely has seen once? She would deny it and tell him that he's crazy. If he hadn't heard her moan the woman's name during sex repeatedly himself even he would think it was crazy If he hadn't sampled first hand the woman's startling aura of raw animal magnetism and female sexuality he probably wouldn't have believed it even then. So he had allowed himself to be soothed in his anger and reluctantly agreed to Rachel's plans. Besides that, Lori's handsome and athletic husband would be with her. A man she loved and had a passion for. Maybe it would be good for Rachel to be reminded that the woman was happily married to a big strong man of her own. Maybe she would realize how silly it was to fantasize about her. He knew he certainly wouldn't want to compete with the handsome young quarterback for a beautiful young woman's attention. Perhaps the realization of how foolish she was acting would cure Rachel. He could, at least, understand why it was Lori would be a woman that was attractive not only to men, .she was breathtakingly beautiful and voluptuous, but perhaps to some women as well. She was muscular and strong, daring and bold. Traits many women swoon over in men. It was those same traits, coupled with her raw sexuality, that made her so much more attractive to men than other simply beautiful women. What made her someone that Joel had often thought of since first eyeing her in action.. In her own way, though she didn't realize it, Rachel had many of those same traits. She didn't have the woman's world class beauty contest looks and figure but she certainly was quite pretty and almost beautiful in her own way. She was strong and healthy, and an athlete in her own right. Joel had been attracted to her athletic body and earthy good looks the first time he'd seen her She wasn't Amazonian as Lori was but she wasn't tiny and frail either. She was five foot six and she weighed a trim but solid 135 pounds. She had grown up as a cross country runner. Her legs were as strong as anyone's you'd ever meet and her endurance was nothing less than awesome. And though she hadn't competed in years she still jogged and played tennis to stay in shape. Her arms were plenty tight and well developed for a woman her size and she kept her tummy flat and hard. At 35 years of age she certainly had nothing to be ashamed of in the physical fitness department. Her tight, trim and youthful 34-22-34 figure was envied by quite a few of her contemporaries. The thought of Rachel desiring Lori repelled and frightened Joel but at the same time the thought of them side by side excited him. He imagined himself seated at a table between the two of them. They were dressed in jogging attire facing each other across the table, Their hands were clasped and they were arm wrestling with him as the winners reward. Lori's softball sized bicep threatened to burst from her skin as she pressed down against her smaller opponent. Rachel's own arm swelled and hardened as she struggled to keep her arm from being pinned. As she fought for her man. He found himself comparing his own physique to theirs and mentally assessing his chances against both of them. The thought aroused him and at the same time disturbed him for even having it. Now who's having absurd fantasies he thought. He was surprised out of his reverie when Lori suddenly appeared at the table behind Rachel. He had another spate of mixed emotions as she apologized for her husband not being able to accompany her. Chapter 6 Lunch was an emotional blur for both Joel and Rachel. Lori's presence dominated not only their table but the entire room. Dressed in a sleeveless white blouse and matching form fitting tennis shorts she fairly radiated strength and vitality. Though she was genteel and proper throughout the meal a raw sensuality oozed from her pores, it was almost intoxicating. Her charisma was tangible. Rachel made no attempt to hide either her pleasure in Lori's coming without her husband or her obvious infatuation with her. She gazed dreamily at her throughout lunch and seemed to hang on Lori's every word. From the moment she appeared at the table Rachel neither saw or heard anyone else. Including, to his extreme discomfort, Joel . Joel was at first only mildly irritated by the attention being directed at Lori by Rachel. As time wore on that irritation grew into anger and eventually a jealous fury. It was all he could do to control himself and not holler out loud for his wife to stop slobbering over their beautiful guest. The last time they had been at the club Rachel had gazed on him adoringly with eyes only for him. Today those looks of admiration were directed at Lori and he was being completely ignored. Had Lori been a man he would have known what to do. He would have banished him from their presence and confronted his wife. Instead he could only watch in anguish as his wife looked hungrily at the woman. His own feelings for Lori were contradictory and added to his confusion. At times he found himself inappropriately drawn to her and at other times he wanted to strike her as he would any other rival for his wife's attention. Rachel was overcome with Lori's presence the moment she appeared. Her heart began pounding so hard in her chest she was afraid Joel would hear it. Lori's arm muscles, framed by her sleeveless blouse, seemed to dance seductively as she spoke, Rachel's hands trembled beneath the table with the desire to touch them. Her mind wandered deeper and deeper into a collage of erotic images and her breathing became more and more labored as the meal wore on. To her own horror she realized she wanted to scream at her I want you and fall into her arms. Her mind was in turmoil and like a moth drawn to a flame she could not take her eyes away from her. Finally Rachel could control herself no longer. She suddenly reached out and placed her hand over the swell of Lori's bicep. She did it casually, as if grasping her to get her attention. Lori didn't notice anything unusual in the touch but Joel saw and could not stop himself from suddenly blurting out "take your hand off her". He was at the same time angered that his wife could not control herself and, much to his surprise, jealous that it was her hand touching the beautiful Amazon's muscle and not his. His brief outburst surprised both women. Lori hadn't noticed Rachel's touch and didn't understand why he objected. She naively assured Joel that she wasn't offended when people touched her while talking, thinking he was objecting to a perceived breach of etiquette. Rachel's head snapped around and she shot him a look of anger. "I just wanted her attention" she said. Her hand remained on Lori's arm as she turned her head back to the stunning blonde. She wanted to take it away now that Joel had brought her gesture to everyone's attention. But she couldn't. It was as if Lori's bicep was a magnet and her hand was made of metal. The moment she had touched the woman's arm she had become breathless and her leg had begun to shake uncontrollably beneath the table. Sexual arousal had struck like a bolt of lightning. She was wet between her legs and her nipples were stiff. "Your arms are quite large" she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. Do you work out"? Her hand remained on her arm. The friendly and guileless Lori offered that she was a Gym fanatic and had always been fond of weights and body building. She flexed the arm so that Rachel could see the results of her labors. Feeling the dreamed of bicep swell beneath her hand was too much stimulation for the now hormonally raging Rachel. She moaned audibly, her mouth dropped open and her breathing became a pant. Her eyes became soft and doe like as she stared hungrily into Lori's eyes. She knew that she was behaving irrationally but had no control over herself. She became flushed with embarrassment. But her hand remained Lori was now uncomfortably aware that something more than a passing gesture was occurring. Aware, but not unduly concerned. She was a woman who was supremely self confident and liked challenging situations. She liked having her strength acknowledged even if it was by another woman. But what she most liked was to have that strength admired by someone who was themselves powerful. That she found exciting. And, though she was a woman of sunny disposition and concern for others, she found confrontation, particularly physical confrontation arousing. The more perilous and challenging the confrontation, the greater the stimulation. "I'd like to feel it too" Joel interrupted. He had decided that the best way to deal with his wife's insane behavior was to mock it and thereby show her how ridiculous she was being. Rachel shot Joel a look of anger as Lori turned her gaze to Joel and flexed her other arm. The look turned to green eyed envy when Lori took her arm away from her hand and reached over to feel Joel's arm as he felt hers. When she commented that he must also keep himself in good shape Rachel felt a tide of unreasonable rage against him rise inside of her. His hands were on Lori's hard, swollen bicep not hers. Her hands were touching him, not her. She knew it was unreasonable anger but she was angry none the less. She understood her passion for the woman that she still barely knew was dangerous and unseemly. She knew and she understood and was still powerless to feel otherwise. Joel was unaware of his wife's flashing eyes and angry look, his eyes were fixed on Lori's hypnotic aqua blue eyes. The moment he had touched her arm and felt it swell and become as hard as stone he had become instantly aroused. He had reached for her to mock his wife and now found himself overcome with the same erotic thoughts as her. When she took his own arm and remarked admiringly that he too seemed fit he was suddenly filled with pride. This amazing physical specimen thought that he compared well to her. Had he understood what Lori's admiration really meant he would have pulled back in fear. "If you two are done feeling each other's arms perhaps we can play a bit of tennis", Rachel interrupted sounding somewhat annoyed. "Lori, would you like to hit a few balls with me"? Her tone softened as she addressed the blonde. "If you hit as hard as you look like you can, I'm sure you're a fabulous player". She wanted desperately to get Lori away from her husband. She was struck at how odd her behavior was. Her husband was gazing into a beautiful woman's eyes and she was jealous of him! "I'd love too" Lori replied. "How's your game"? , she asked of Rachel, "Well, I'm not the club champion like Joel but I play a fairly decent game. Come on let's go down to the courts". she said rising from her seat. Her remark to Lori that Joel was the club champion brought a sudden change to the woman. Her eyes turned feral and dreamlike and her body tensed. her breathing quickened slightly. "I'll play him first" , she said to Rachel with her gaze fixed on Joel. "Think you can handle me"? she asked the startled and completely flattered Joel. "I think I can hold my own" Joel answered modestly. "Sure, let's go hit a few balls". His wife's look would have taken five years off his life had he seen it. The look he did see, the one in Lori's eyes, was pure lust. Chapter 7 The object of Joel and Rachel's little subconscious tug of war was herself a most remarkable young woman. And it was not her extreme beauty or physical talents that made her so, though they were indeed outstanding. Lori was a gifted athlete possessed with a remarkable spirit of competitiveness. Competition was what she lived for. And even more so, a challenge. Nothing excited her as much as overcoming a challenge, particularly a physical one. She was supremely confident and had overcome every challenge or challenger she had ever faced. Including her own husband. She was also an extremely sexual woman. She was uninhibited and wild. Animalistic and passionate. She and her husband were constantly on the lookout for sexual stimulation in their relationship. Lori had discovered that competing against her larger and even more muscular husband in confrontational physical activities was sexually arousing. And where it was a challenge, where he was supposed to be dominant, it was overpoweringly so. If she could overcome that challenge, if she could win ,.. that she found orgasmic. She was powerful and fearless. After a year of competing against her larger and supposedly stronger husband and experiencing ever stronger sexual stimulation she was now a "challenge" junkie. She lived for competition and hungrily craved challenges. When Rachel merely mentioned that Joel was of championship caliber in tennis Lori was instantly aroused. He was bigger than her. He would fancy himself stronger. He was a man and had won against other men. The thought of testing herself against him had her as lustful as if someone had attacked her with a vibrator. When she'd challenged him to play, she had stood in his face, as close as was politely possible, and looked him dead in the eye. Her breathing was deeper and her breath warm with passion. A neutral observer might have thought she was preparing to tear their cloth's off and rape him. Joel had been to nonplussed at her attention to notice. Had Rachel told her that she'd been a champion long distance runner Lori would have probably challenged her to a race to the Canadian border with the same lustfulness. But she did not and so Joel found himself across the net from a beautiful woman with his wife staring daggers at him. In the beginning they just hit a few easy lobs back and forth until their muscles warmed and loosened up some under the blazing summer sun.. Then they began to volley in earnest. At first Lori had difficulty with Joel's service and with his ground strokes. She was a quick study, she adjusted and began returning a higher and higher percentage of shots as the speed of the game increased. Her accuracy and serve improved steadily from point to point. The sight of her bicep bulging and her full breasts heaving as she swung her racquet filled his mind with erotic visions of her. It was hot, they were sweating. Lori's body was glistening with perspiration and glowing under the summer sun. Her arms were pumped from the activity. Her white blouse clung to her swaying breasts as though it was scotch tape. Rachel was in a state of desperate sexual desire. She pictured Lori in the ring with Joel, her muscles bulging, pounding him and then standing over him flexing her biceps in triumph. She saw herself rubbing them as she did. She had known the moment she touched Lori's arm that she must feel her embrace. She pictured herself locked in her bear hug and being squeezed by those same muscular arms. The game was now spirited. Joel found himself in a blisteringly fast and hard fought match. It was increasingly difficult to return her serves and keep up with her in the volleys. Rachel found herself cheering on the beautiful golden haired Amazon as the game became more and more competitive. Finally exhausted, Joel called a halt to the game after ninety minutes in the broiling sun. He was disappointed to see his wife run to Lori's side of the net to fawn over her brilliant performance, Lori herself was still in a competitive frenzy. She wasn't used to contests ending undecided. She wanted more competition. Rachel was past trying to disguise her feelings. The day was almost over. Lori would go home and she would never know the feeling of being in her arms. "Come to our house" she blurted out nervously. "I want to wrestle with you". She blushed as she spoke and instantly wished she could bite off her tongue. The woman would be appalled, she would recoil in horror. "When Lori smiled broadly and said, I'll follow you two in my car" Rachel's legs almost dropped from under her. Chapter 8 Joel and Rachel argued for most of the drive home. He had been angry and jealous over his wife's rooting for Lori during the tennis game and her rush to congratulate her for holding her own against him. He felt betrayed and abandoned. The admiration she was directing towards Lori had always been meant for him until now. When he found out that the woman was coming to their house, he had first been secretly pleased in spite of his anger at Rachel. Her friendly manner during lunch and the interest she had shown in him had flattered him. He had enjoyed the surprisingly competitive match and found it erotically stimulating to compete with her. He had always been attracted to strong, athletic women. It's what had first attracted him to Rachel. She was the most athletic woman he had ever seen. He hadn't forgotten the strong sexual desires he had felt when he watched her in the ring with her husband.. The look of raw sexual desire she'd had as she boxed was unforgettable. She'd had that same look as she'd faced him across the net. But when Rachel told him that Lori was coming to wrestle with her that changed everything. Trust me, Joel's wife was not in the habit of challenging other women to wrestling matches. There was now not a shadow of a doubt in Joel's mind that his wife was sexually interested in Lori. He could no longer remain silent. When he accused of her of having challenged Lori out of sexual desire for her she had not denied it. She couldn't deny it anymore to him than she could to herself. Her desire to touch the woman was overpowering both rhyme and reason. Her sole argument to Joel, accompanied with sincere apologies, was that she could think of nothing else and until she had indulged herself she would not be able to either. She was obsessed and she admitted it. Perhaps getting it out of her system would cure her. He could only hope that it would be so. What else could he do? The plans were set and Lori was one car length behind them. His wife was apologetic but insistent that she was going to grapple with the object of her fantasies. He'd rather she do it in front of him than alone somewhere in a cheap motel or at Lori's At least he'd know what was going on. And besides, there was always the chance Lori would run out calling Rachel a crazy lesbian. Hell, there was even a chance she might prefer to wrestle him. She'd preferred him for tennis. He wouldn't mind a little close encounter with that incredible body in the name of good wholesome fun. He wondered if Rachel would be as tolerant as he was being if the shoe wound up on the other foot. And there was one other teensy tiny mitigating circumstance. The thought of Lori, her impressive biceps swollen and hard, locked in a titanic test of strength with his athletically built and femininely muscled wife gave him an erection that made controlling the steering wheel difficult. It kept getting in the way. Chapter 9 Lori, besides being beautiful on the outside was also beautiful on the inside. She was sunny and cheerful, affectionate and loving. She was a free spirit and as sexually liberal as a twenty five year old woman could be. She was also somewhat of a sexual predator. She was aroused by competition. She got plenty of that from her husband but it wasn't enough. . She also liked a challenge. It was only a challenge when the outcome was unknown. She knew the outcome of her competition with her husband, she had beaten him in everything. She was still hungry for a challenge. Any challenge. If Joel was a champion tennis player she would be the underdog in a match. Beating him in a game would be a challenge she would find sexually gratifying. Even keeping up was exciting enough to get her juices flowing. Her match with Joel had left her wanting more, the matter was unresolved at it's conclusion. But she had sensed him tiring, she had felt the tide turning and had smelled victory. She was unsatisfied and Lori was not used to being unsatisfied after competition. Rachel's challenge kept the .fires burning and further stoked them. It was no wonder she had readily agreed to wrestle with an almost complete stranger. Lori was so much the free spirit that she probably didn't see the first thing odd about it. She was also a bit naive and innocent. She thought everyone was as gifted as her in some way or other. If Rachel challenged her to wrestle than Rachel must feel she could win. She would have thought otherwise since she was by far the larger but Rachel must think she can win and Rachel ought to know herself. She had challenged Lori. That had aroused her. She'd thought a bit of Joel as well as Rachel as she had followed along behind them. He was a champion at a sport, just as her husband was. She had found overcoming her husband fabulously arousing. He was a champion, he was bigger than her, winning had been an incredible turn on. Joel was a champion, he was bigger than her, perhaps he might engage her as well in a neutral contest where he was not a champion. Wrestling or perhaps boxing or even arm wrestling. Lori saw everything in the singular. That is she made no connection between one event and another. Though her husband was even larger and stronger looking than Joel and she had beaten him she didn't make the connection that she should be even more dominant against Joel. Her mind didn't work that way. Her mind created challengers. By the time she pulled up in their driveway she was almost as turned on as Rachel. Chapter 10 Joel and Rachel both moved as though in a dream. Rachel had trembled with desire as she'd rummaged through her dresser searching for suitable attire to wrestle in. What would Lori find appealing? She'd seen Lori's look of lust as she competed against Joel. How could she see that same look of lust directed at her? Since the moment the woman had responded favorably to her challenge she had not been able to think or speak clearly. Rachel had allowed herself the forbidden luxury of fantasy for seven days secure in the knowledge that it was just that, a fantasy. Now the fantasy was to be reality and every vision of the Golden Haired Goddess that she'd had flooded back to her in a torrent. She had touched the object of her passion and now she was going to touch her. Fire raged over every inch of Rachel's supple body as she'd prepared for the dreamed of encounter. Joel had laid out mats in the back yard with his mind reeling, desire for both woman fighting for his attention. Contradictory emotions battered his senses. He was aroused at the thought of engaging Lori in a physical test of strength, he longed almost as much as Rachel to run his hands over the woman's swelling muscles. Surprisingly he had found himself wanting Rachel in the same way, though he'd never thought of her before in that light. The vision of the two of them battling each other competed with visions of him struggling against each one, locked in combat. He was both jealous of the attentions and desires his wife bestowed on Lori and jealous that it was her that was to engage the woman and not him. He wanted each of them and he resented each of them at the same time. He wanted them to touch one another and yet, at the same time, he did not want them to be in such intimate contact. He wasn't sure how he felt, other than being horny. That much he was sure of. Lori knew exactly how she felt as she'd watched Joel place the exercise mats in his back yard. She was ready for action. She had never competed with a woman in either wrestling or boxing, she was looking forward to a new adventure. She hoped Rachel was good and fought hard. She pictured Rachel finally succumbing and admitting Lori was the better woman after a tremendous test of strength and skill. To even her surprise her arousal heightened. And the man looked interesting as well. Maybe he was a good wrestler? Perhaps he was even a skilled boxer? She pictured the two of them circling each other, jabbing and feinting. She pictured him tiring and throwing his hands up in defeat. She pictured her arms raised above her head in victory as she stood over him and felt her breathing quicken into her familiar lustful pant. She stared at him hungrily. Her poor husband would be in for a surprise tonight when she got home. He was in for the ride of his life. He'd looked so morose the last two days. He was actually embarrassed over a few bruises and refused to leave the house. Now look at all the fun he was missing. Well he'd have plenty of fun when she showed up later if she was half as horny then as she was at the moment. Chapter 11 Joel and Lori had both gasped appreciatively when Rachel had appeared ready for battle. She had chosen her briefest white bikini, the one she only wore for private sunbathing in her back yard when no one was around.. She had oiled her body and warmed up her arms and legs so that she would look for Lori as Lori had looked to her in her visions. Her smooth, heavily muscled runners legs glistened beneath the shiny oil and the long toned swimmers muscles in her arm already had a light film of perspiration that beaded on the oil, defining and enhancing her biceps. Joel had never seen her look so fit and strong. She'd looked magnificent to Joel as she'd taken her place on the mat. Lori, free spirit that she was, had no problems deciding what to wear. She'd simply removed her tennis shoes and socks, slipped off her stretch shorts and removed her blouse. Rachel had been visibly shaken by her appearance as she had taken up a position facing her. The site of her magnificent, Amazonian body, clad in only the briefest of panties and nothing else was more than even she'd dreamed of. Her bare breasted opponents muscles had rippled as she'd stepped into place. Rachel's desire to touch her had her light headed, she was lubricating madly in anticipation of the contact. Joel was simply thunderstruck. His mouth hung open as he'd stared bug eyed at first his suddenly magnificent looking wife and then the topless, golden blonde version of Xena that faced her. What had been an erection was now the Washington Monument. He'd moaned aloud when Rachel had offered to oil Lori's body. He'd salivated when after Lori readily agreed his wife had smoothed the viscous lotion all across her chiseled body. He'd thought he might lose all control when Rachel had oiled her biceps and then had to sit when she'd smeared her breasts. He'd found himself feeling insanely jealous of both women. Each was in the position he longed to be in. Rachel was a smoldering inferno as she'd smoothed the oil on Lori. She'd pressed her body closer and closer as she rubbed, falling ever deeper into a state of sexual frenzy. When her hands came to Lori's biceps she had allowed herself to hang from them and sag towards her body. When Lori's nipples had touched the top of her breasts she had felt their stiffness and hers had responded instantly to the stimulation. She'd feared that If she was not soon pressed tight to the woman she would begin moaning and whimpering. The surprisingly athletic and formidable appearance of the older Rachel .stirred further the already simmering pot of Lori's arousal. The appreciation being shown for her body by the smaller but impressive woman stoked still further her fires. She stared at Rachel hungrily as she oiled her breasts. Her breathing became deep pants as she prepared to flex her muscles and threaten her adversary with destruction. Chapter 12 Lori suddenly stood straight and flexed her biceps. "These will crush you" she said in a low breathy voice. She'd said the same thing in the same way to her husband hundreds of times. When he had responded in kind it had always sent her into the stratosphere of arousal. The sight of them swelling in front of her was more than Rachel could bear, she threw herself into Lori , completely overcome by a lust to be embraced by her. She wrapped her legs around Lori's waist and her arm's around the startled blondes neck. She pressed her body tight against hers. Lori was shocked, not by Rachel's sudden attack, but by her failure to try and intimidate her. Posing and threats had been an integral part of her home wrestling regimen and she assumed that it was normal for everyone. Rachel must be very confident of victory she thought if she was willing to forego the attempt at intimidation. That excited Lori forcing, the heat a bit higher in her already stimulated loins. Lori grabbed Rachel around the chest in a bear hug and squeezed her tight in response to the older woman's perceived attack. The two women were now tightly wound together as Lori pressed Rachel to her body and Rachel maintained her scissors around Lori's waist and her lock around the woman's neck. Rachel was overwhelmed by the dreamed of embrace. She was pressed tight to the body she had worshipped in her mind since first seeing it a week before. Her crotch was ground to Lori's and her breasts were smashed against the younger woman's. She was racked by the first of several violent climaxes she would feel during the encounter. She moaned in passion and squeezed her arms and legs as the climax engulfed her. Lori, mistaking Rachel's moans for pain, whispered in her ear, "Do you submit'?. "More, more, please" was Rachel's passion crazed response to her question as she squeezed her arms and legs even tighter. Joel was in a frenzy of desire as he watched. Lori's bulging biceps glowed in an oily sweaty splendor as she squeezed Rachel. Rachel's body was tight and every muscle stood out on her arms and legs as she squeezed back. He had never seen his wife in that light before, why had he never noticed before how strong and athletic she looked. He wanted to touch the blonde Amazon. He wanted to touch his wife. The two woman were light headed from denying each other air, they fell to the ground with Rachel still wrapped tight around Lori. They rolled around eventually coming to rest with Lori on top pinning Rachel's hands to the ground and Rachel's legs still wrapped around her waist. Rachel struggled in a futile attempt to free her hands so that they again could hold Lori as Lori pressed her to the mat Seeing Rachel's shoulders pinned Joel seized the opportunity and quickly knelt, counting to three as he did. Then he stood and yelled that Lori had won. His words were a welcome relief to the muscular blonde. She had been on the verge of submitting herself . Rachel's leg scissor had been denying her air for ten minutes and she was light headed. No one had ever struggled against her so hard. Now her victory over such a worthy challenger turned up the heat of her arousal. She released Rachel's hands and raised her arms in a double bicep victory pose. Rachel was in a world of her own and had been ever since she'd leapt into Lori's embrace. She'd pressed herself against her and hung on as tightly as she could. She had been in a virtually constant state of climax since Lori first wrapped her in a bear hug. Now the vision of Lori above her with her pumped arms flexed and covered in oily sweat drove her completely over the top. She grabbed onto Lori's peaked biceps with both hands and pulled herself up so that their bodies touched. With her breasts pressed firmly to Lori's she convulsed in still another mighty climax. Joel could stand it no longer. Between jealousy and arousal he was no longer thinking straight. The two oiled women entwined on the ground was the most erotic sight he had ever witnessed. Lori was a sculpted Greek Goddess with thrusting breasts and Olympian muscles. His wife was a vision of feminine athleticism, her smaller but perfectly defined muscles stood out as she strained to hold herself against Lori. Her trim, shapely figure was drenched in oil and sweat and had never looked so mouth watering to him. Her orgasmic worship of Lori's strong body drove him over the top. She was his woman, it should be him that she admired so adoringly. He pried her legs from around Lori's hips and pulled Lori off of her as she clung to Lori's arms. With the contact broken Rachel had stared up at them vacantly. She was suddenly spent and momentarily drained. She sat in stunned silence as Joel repeated that the match was over and Lori had won. She had no concerns with winning or losing, she only knew that it had been the most fulfilling experience of her life. Within moments the recent memory of it flooded back and she felt herself again becoming hot and aroused. She looked longingly up at Lori and angrily at Joel as Lori turned to Joel and challenged him to be next. Chapter 13 The fires inside of Lori were burning hot. Rachel's challenging opposition and her victory over her had her at a fever pitch of arousal. This was the time when her and her husband would normally engage in earth shattering sex. She was unfulfilled and needed more. If the smaller Rachel had been such a valiant opponent her larger mate should be an even greater challenge. Joel was in a quandary. He longed to engage the woman. The thought of being pressed up against that body gave him a towering erection. But the look of rage and envy he was getting from his wife made him hesitant. He'd seen her admiration of the woman's strength. If he were to lose he might be losing Rachel too. The woman looked so strong and athletic he was not at all sure that he wouldn't be overwhelmed by her. Then he remembered her boxing match with her husband. She had displayed very little skill in that match. She'd looked as though she'd never boxed before. He was taller and had at one time been a fairly decent boxer in his younger years. Here was a chance to impress his wife and engage the statuesque Lori. Had he been privy to his wife's conversation with Lori the previous day he might not have done what he did a moment later. "Why don't we box instead" he'd asked. "Great idea" she'd responded. "I've got a set of gloves in the car. Would you be a dear and get them? I'm hardly dressed to go out front". Chapter 14 Joel had been nervous facing Lori. He'd retrieved her set of 8 Oz. gloves and changed into a pair of swimming trunks. When he'd reappeared, ready to go five minutes later, she had donned her gloves and then stepped right in front of him. Up close with boxing gloves on the bare chested woman appeared much more formidable. Her stomach looked armor plated with it's six hard plates stretching across her tight abdomen. The muscles in her un-flexed arms looked as large and as hard as baseballs. The look in her eyes was haunting as she pressed her nose to his and breathed in his face. "You're going down" she had said threateningly in her usual pre fight attempt at intimidation. Lori had always found trash talking her opponent arousing. Her husband's threats in retaliation had driven her to a frenzy and had made her subsequent victory all the more enjoyable.. Joel's some what tepid response of "don't be too sure of that" served the purpose and her aroused anticipation heightened. She began flexing her arms and telling him how she was going to destroy him. He could only stand in front of her with his mouth hanging open. From behind him he'd heard Rachel's groan of desire as Lori flexed. That snapped him out of his open mouthed reverie. He'd show Rachel who the champion in this household was. He would reclaim her respect and admiration and put an end to this foolishness. He would box circles around this muscle-bound, buxom bimbo. "Stop stalling and let's get started" he'd said as he'd put up his fists His aggressiveness inspired Lori. She put up her gloved fists and began pumping out jabs just as the books she'd studied advised. She pumped out three quick ones and then followed with an overhand right. Joel had expected the wild swings and awkward movement he had witnessed only a week before. He was not expecting her polished professional stance nor her devastating hand speed.. The power of the right hand though, was not entirely unexpected. The three jabs sailed between his raised gloves and struck three time in rapid succession to his chin. Each jab was successively harder than its predecessor and pushed his head farther back. The overhand right buried itself in his stomach and was the hardest blow he had ever felt. He doubled over and clutched at Lori. He tasted her oil and sweat as his head slid from her breast to her thighs and he sank to his knees gasping for air. He looked up weakly at the suddenly invincible looking woman at whose feet he was kneeling. Her lethal fists were raised and ready as she awaited his return to a standing position. The muscles in her arms now resembled grapefruits. Rock hard, gloriously swollen grapefruits. That's enough the breathless Joel had coughed up at her as he'd fell back to a sitting position and then laid on his back.. "Are you giving up? Am I too much for you?" the aroused female asked from above. His weak yes threw her into a sexual frenzy. The realization of her easy victory and that he was intimidated by her was wildly exciting to her. She pumped her fists over her head and than sat straddling his sore stomach. She flexed her arms and said "hold my biceps and tell me I'm too strong for you". She rubbed herself on his stomach as she spoke. Joel reached for her arms. The hard swell of her biceps beneath his hands was as intoxicating to him as it had been to Rachel. "Oh God you are too strong" he'd cried out passionately as he'd pulled himself up by her biceps towards her thrusting breasts. "Lick them" she commanded.. Joel obeyed willingly. He licked at first the offered right arm and then her left. He kissed her muscles passionately and groaned that they were the hardest he'd ever felt as he slid his lips over the rounded surface. He felt the erection that had been beaten down by her punches return with a vengeance. The worship of her body was driving Lori into a sexual trance and she kept demanding more. Joel kept complying with relish. He stroked her muscles reverently, licking and kissing and moaning of their power. He suddenly felt Rachel's arms pulling his lips from Lori's bicep. She was screaming "she's mine" over and over as she'd savagely tried to separate the two. Chapter 15 Lori and Joel had climbed dazedly to their feet after being separated by Rachel. Rachel stood between them glaring at Joel. If anyone was going to worship Lori it would be her. She told the startled Joel to keep his hands off of Lori. Joel was embarrassed at both his humiliating loss at the Blonde Amazon's hands and then his subsequent behavior. He was at the same time furious at Rachel's own behavior towards the woman. She was supposed to be jealous of her man's attraction to another woman because she was afraid of losing him. Not because she was afraid of losing the woman to him. He'd told her that she was behaving like a love struck lesbian school girl and he forbid any more of her foolishness with her. She stood in his face looking wild eyed and screamed that she forbid him to come between her and Lori. If he tried he'd have to answer to her. Lori was still in a state of almost unbearable sexual arousal. She needed release. And she knew where to get it. There was a big handsome ex quarterback waiting for her at home. He would be wondering where she was for so long. It was time for her to go home and get the relief she desperately craved. "You two look like you have a few matters to settle" she'd said as she'd removed her gloves and tossed them to Rachel. "You can borrow these for a day or two. I'll tell you what. I'll take on the winner when I come back in a day or so. It really has been a lot of fun but I have to go home now. We must do this again real soon". With that she'd casually gathered up her clothes, slipped them on, and then left as suddenly as she had appeared. Rachel slipped on the gloves as Lori left and shouted after her that it wouldn't be Joel that she'd be facing. Then she turned back to her husband. "Let's go tough guy" she said as she put up her fists. Joel looked at her in nervous awe. He suddenly noticed how the muscles in her arms were defined and hard. How her legs looked strong and chiseled and her stomach was flat and tight. The longer he stared at her the rounder and tighter her biceps seemed to grow. He remembered her powerful grip and the way her muscles had bulged when she'd wrestled with Lori. If someone had suggested a week or a day or even an hour earlier that he would be boxing with his wife he would have laughed at them, such things were impossible. If they had suggested that he might be afraid of losing he would have thought them insane. He would have been brimming with confidence at facing a woman six inches shorter and fifty pounds lighter. All the more so that it was his wife. Now as he stared into her wild eyes he was not at all sure. He was more than a little nervous. What if he lost? What would that do to their relationship? He longed to take her in his arms and make love to her, more than he could ever remember wanting to. And yet she was standing there challenging him to put up his fists and fight her. He couldn't back down. She would lose all respect for him. What was he to do? How would this fight end? As Joel stared back into his wife's almost feverish looking eyes he couldn't believe that it had come to this. How could the impossible become the possible and then become the occurring in only a week?. This was like some sort of bizarre dream. This couldn't be happening. All he'd wanted was a night out for his wife. THE END ?