Carnal Couple To Thrilling Threesome
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If you've seen the movie Norbit, you no doubt remember how the main character
Norbit (played by Eddie Murphy) was married to a woman with vastly superior
strength named Rasputia (also played by Eddie Murphy). In some ways, that
movie is very much like my life.

There are differences, of course. For example, in the movie, Norbit's wife is
obese, very unattractive and abusive to her husband. My wife, Raven, is
extremely sexy and beautiful, very big and muscular and even though she can be
domineering, she's not what I'd call abusive. For the most part, I'm very
happily married. Life with Raven is very exciting, and if the price I have to
pay to be with her is that I have to do whatever she tells me to do, I'm okay
with that. At least, most of the time I am.

I first met my wife when I was in third grade. In fact, our first encounter
was very similar to the initial meeting of Norbit and Rasputia. If you haven't
seen it, in the movie Norbit is being picked on by two boys when Rasputia
comes along, physically picks up the two bullies""one in each hand""and bangs
their heads together. After the bullies run off Rasputia tells Norbit that she
is now his girlfriend. Eventually they get married.

In my case, I was being beaten up by five boys. The reason isn't entirely
clear. For some reason, I've never been well liked by other guys. For as long
as I can remember, most other males have harbored a natural resentment towards
me. I think that it might have something to do with the fact that I've always
had the opposite effect on females.

All of my life, girls and women have been attracted to me. I'm not exactly
sure why. I know I'm a good looking guy, but I'm not THAT great looking.
Whatever the reason, even in kindergarten most of the girls in class had
crushes on me, and I was clearly the teacher's favorite. Most of the other
boys seemed to dislike me for this even though it wasn't really my fault. I
didn't even like girls at that point even though I admit that I did like the
attention.

The reason I didn't meet Raven until I was in third grade was because she was
one grade behind me. One day during recess, the four biggest boys in my class
and one forth grader cornered me and were ready to beat me up. They'd barely
gotten started when Raven grabbed them one-by-one and tossed them off of me.
Three of the boys ran off. The fourth grader and one of the third graders
tried to fight Raven.

She easily beat the shit out of them. She bloodied both of their noses and
would not let them go until they both tearfully apologized to me. Then, just
like Rasputia in the movie, she announced that I was now her boyfriend. I
didn't really understand what that meant at the time. I still didn't like
girls yet. I went along out of fear.

Raven and I have been together ever since. That was mostly a good thing. Once
it was known that Raven was my girlfriend, I didn't have much trouble with
bullies. The few that didn't get the memo and picked on me soon learned the
error of their ways. Raven didn't hesitate to bloody the nose of any bigger
and older boys who gave me a bad time. When I walked down the halls of school,
bigger boys just stepped aside.

Being Raven's boyfriend wasn't all good however. For one thing, she insisted
that we kiss a lot even though I didn't like kissing girls until sixth grade.
Also, there's no nice way to put this . . . . Raven has always been a big
girl. All the way through grade school, this meant that she was chubby. She
had a very pretty face and long, beautiful black hair, but there was no
denying that Raven had her share of baby fat plus enough to be continued on
the next girl""maybe even the next two girls.

Then something happened when she was in sixth grade and I was in seventh. Like
a lot of girls that age, Raven began to blossom. By that I mean that she began
to develop breasts, and I mean like overnight! Plus, her baby fat suddenly
turned into bulging muscle and she grew several inches. Once this happened,
Raven went from being the strong fat girl to being the tall, muscular, sexy
girl with big tits.

Remarkably, her strength seemed to grow in tandem with her amazing, gravity
defying breasts, and her breasts grew very, very big. Not surprisingly, my
desire to kiss her and do other things also grew along with her breasts AND
her strength. The bigger her breasts grew, and the stronger she got, the more
attracted I was to her.

The other boys noticed Raven's transformation, and she became the center of a
lot of male attention. Raven was very cool about this. It was like she had
always expected to be the object of desire for almost every boy she met. Older
boys in seventh, eighth and even ninth grade became interested in her. While
Raven loved all the positive male attention, she never showed any serious
interest in any of them. I was the only guy she ever had eyes for.

This was good, because now I loved kissing Raven, and when I was ready to do
other things, she was very generous and willing to indulge me. We spent a lot
of time making out and when we were older, we had frequent and amazing, earth
shattering sex. The first time I sucked on her tits, they were already as big
as my head. Today they are at least twice that size.

Also, by the time she was in seventh grade, she was taller then I was, and I
was tall for my age. Today, I'm 6'1"; Raven is 7'2". By the time she was in
ninth grade, Raven's biceps were 24", and she could bench press 340 pounds.
Today, she has inverted that number with gigantic 42" biceps and she can bench
press nearly 1000 pounds. The rest of her body is equally muscular, but her
lovely face is as soft and round and as beautiful as ever.

I know that I'm a lucky guy to be married to such a strong, sexy, muscular,
big breasted woman. I know that it sounds insane and even a little greedy to
not be 100% content under the circumstances. And yet I'm human, and it's human
nature to always want more. But before you think I'm a total jerk for not
being totally satisfied with what I've got, hear me out.

Like I said, most girls are attracted to me. By the time I figured out what
that really means, I had girls throwing themselves at me on an almost daily
basis. Even in school when the other girls knew how dangerous it was to flirt
with me, they still did it all the time. Today I work in public relations, and
my clientèle is almost exclusively female. I work mostly with gorgeous movie
stars, pop singers and female athletes. Believe me, if I told you the names of
some of the famous and delicious women that have propositioned me you'd be
jealous as hell.

So even though none of the hot babes that throw themselves at me are as sexy
or desirable or even half as strong as Raven, I'd still wonder what it would
be like to be with some of these other women. I just can't help myself.

As for Raven, she is one hundred percent confident that I would never dare
cheat on her, and she is right. I'd like to say that this is so because I'm a
stand up guy who would never be unfaithful to the woman he loves. I would like
to say that; I'd even say that it's 95% true. But there's still that 5% of me
that thinks I might slip if I wasn't terrified of what she'd do to me if I
did.

The truth is, I know there is a chance I'd give into temptation if I didn't
know for sure that if Raven ever found out that I cheated on her, she would
put me in the hospital.

When I was a freshman in high school and Raven was still in middle school, I
ran into some trouble with some of the junior and senior boys. There was a
group of football players who were dating varsity cheerleaders. They were not
happy with me because their girlfriends all had crushes on me. At the time, I
didn't even know it. Sure, they flirted with me whenever I talked to them, but
that was normal for me. Apparently they talked about me in front of their
boyfriends in a way that made them very jealous.

So, one day after school six of them confronted me. They told me that they
didn't like me talking to their girlfriends. They threatened to smash my face
so, as one of them put it, "You won't be so pretty any more."

Thank God Raven showed up when she did. She told the young athletes that she
liked my face the way it was. When one of them made the mistake of trying to
push her, it was on. Those poor chumps never stood a chance. They tried to
fight back, but their punches bounced off Raven's powerful body like they were
nothing. One of them even made the mistake of punching her in the face. She
scowled at him and grabbed his fist in her hand. She squeezed it and broke
every bone in it.

She put all of them in the hospital. Watching my eighth grade girlfriend
overpower and destroy seven older high school boys with ease was as terrifying
as it was arousing. Afterwards, when we went back to her house for our usual
afternoon make out session she asked me why those boys wanted to rearrange my
face.

"I don't know. They were jealous because their girlfriends like me or
something," I replied.

Raven laughed. "I guess they didn't know that they didn't have anything to
worry about. Even if their girlfriends do like you, you won't do anything
about it because you are mine. I own you. Isn't that right?" The way she said
it, she sounded light, but I thought maybe her query also contained a subtle
threat.

When I didn't respond immediately, she said with more of an edge, "Isn't that
right?"

"Yes, of course, honey," I replied.

"Damn right!" she agreed and then added, "and you'd better not forget it."

"W-what do you m-mean by t-that?" I stammered.

"Oh, nothing." She said, "But if I ever thought you were even considering
cheating on me, I might get angry. And you saw what happens when I get angry."

So I knew where I stood for sure. I loved being Raven's boyfriend, but now I
understood without a doubt that I didn't really have a choice. And even though
I would never want to give her up, the knowledge that I don't have an option
does bother me a little ... .

By the next year when Raven was a high school freshman, she had grown taller
and more muscular, and her tits were gigantic. Every day she was more
beautiful and desirable. Naturally, she attracted a great deal of attention
from other guys. Every upper classman in school wanted to get with her. When
she made it clear that the only guy she was interested in was me, most of them
backed off. However there were a few extreme alpha dogs that would not take no
for an answer. Raven had a special way of letting these fellows know that no
meant no.

She didn't usually have to resort to violence. She could usually get them to
back off just by lifting them off their feet by their belts or collars with
one hand and "requesting" that they leave her alone. One dumbass thought he
could get to Raven by threatening me. When I told Raven about it, she went to
his house and beat him up and then beat up his two big brothers and his father
too.

When I asked her why, she explained, "I wanted to make it clear that
threatening my baby was not acceptable." Hearing this made my heart flutter
and my toes curl!

When Raven was sixteen, things got even hotter between us. Boys being turned
on by her were old news, but more and more, hot girls were attracted to my
sexy, strong girlfriend as well. I know that I've talked a lot about how girls
were attracted to me, but once they set their sights on Raven, I was suddenly
a distant""and I mean distant""second.

It was towards the end of her sophomore year in high school. Raven overheard
two senior football players being verbally abusive to their gorgeous senior
girlfriends. Raven went over to them and "suggested" that they show a little
more respect. When they told her to mind her own fucking business, she beat
the disrespect out of them.

When she was finished, she turned to the girlfriends and said, "Sorry, but
they asked for it."

Rather than being upset, the two hot babes agreed with her. In fact, they
suggested that they go somewhere private so that they could thank Raven
properly. The way they said it left no doubt what they meant.

When Raven agreed to go to a hotel room with the two girls, I was initially
upset. When Raven told me that she'd let me watch, I was intrigued. I knew
that she was going to do whatever she wanted anyway, and I was still the only
guy she was interested in so what the hell ... .

Within forty seconds of locking the hotel door behind us, Raven and her two
new friends were entirely naked and on the king sized bed together. At
sixteen, Raven was 6'10" with 34" biceps and incredible J-cup breasts. Her two
playmates were gorgeous, fit and big breasted as well. Watching them writhe
around naked as they worshipped my super-hot, incredibly powerful girlfriend's
breasts, pussy and massive muscles was almost more than I could take. My blood
rushed to my fully engorged penis so fast that I got light headed.

I wanted to join in, but I didn't think Raven would ever allow that. "Uh,
baby," I said timidly. No response. "Uh, honey," I said a little louder. Still
no response. Her attention was clearly some place else.

"You're muscles are sooo big," one of her worshippers sighed.

"You're tits are sooo big, sooo firm," her other devotee panted.

"Can ... can I please lick your pussy," the first worshipper pleaded.

I couldn't stand it any longer! "BABY!" I cried.

Raven looked over at me, "What, sweetie?"

"Is it all right if I pull it out and jerk off while I watch?" I asked.
"Please, baby, can I please?" I begged.

Raven smiled at me. "Yes, baby," she granted. "I like watching you jerk off."
She said that, but I don't think she spent ANY time actually watching me jerk
off. Her attention was elsewhere.

Watching two hot, gorgeous babes worship the powerful body of the woman I love
is almost indescribably hot, and it's an experience I've had more times than I
can count over the years.

Sometimes Raven even takes on three worshippers.

I sat there stroking my cock as the two sexy cheerleaders used their hands,
lips, tongues, big tits and anything else they could think of to give my Raven
pleasure. This was not three women having a threesome. This was two beautiful
women adoring and revering a more beautiful and superior being. That superior
being was MY girlfriend.

About midway through Raven decided that the two cheerleaders should refer to
her as "master". They were more than willing to comply. She made them grovel
and beg and plead as they vied and competed for her attention. I'm sure they
would have done anything she told them to do. Anything. I'm understood because
I felt the same way. I would do anything just to make Raven smile.

Over time I've watched countless hot babes compete to be number one in Raven's
heart, but I knew they were all wasting their time. That position was already
taken, and I had it. Me. I knew this for certain because whenever Raven was
with any of her female love slaves, it was all about her. They were there to
give her pleasure, and that's all. Raven typically had a minimum of seven
orgasms every time she had a session with her female slaves. Whatever pleasure
they received was strictly residual. Mostly what they got was the thrill of
being in her presence. Their reward was being allowed to rejoice in her very
being.

With Raven's beauty, power and raw sexual magnetism, she was like the sun
giving off heat and light. These women were happy to be like moons reflecting
just a tiny portion of her heat and light. With me it was different. While I
might have been satisfied to be one of Raven's satellites, I didn't have to
settle for that.

Raven is always very generous with me. With her boundless endurance, Raven
almost always follows up her love sessions with her pretty playthings by
rocking my world. She lifts me high in the air and sucks my cock or gives me
mid-air titty fucks. Sometimes she flexes one of her massive biceps and rubs
my cock against it until it explodes. She lifts and tosses me around like I'm
an infant.

Other times, she cradles me tenderly in her powerful arms and lets me suckle
her gigantic tits. This makes me feel safe and warm and protected like her
little baby boy, and sucking on a tit that's bigger than my head only enhances
this feeling.

She always seems to know what I'm in the mood for (or maybe I'm just always in
the mood for whatever she chooses to give me). I love our sex life, and I have
to admit that it's improved by Raven's extracurricular activities. Whatever
makes her happy inevitably gets passed on at least threefold to me.

The next year on my eighteenth birthday, something happened that would change
our relationship forever. She'd hinted on the days leading to the big event
that she had a major surprise planned on my special day. Once again, Raven and
I went to a hotel room. When we got there, three of her most gorgeous female
playthings were there waiting for us. All three of them were naked, and a
short time later so were Raven and I.

"Does this mean?" I asked cautiously. I couldn't even bring myself to come out
and say what I hope it meant.

"Yes, baby, this time instead of watching, you get to join in." I couldn't
believe my luck!

Raven turned to her three eager lassies and said, "You three don't mind if my
baby joins us, do you?"

"Of course not, master."

"Anything you say, master."

"You own us, master."

Like I said, when it comes to being attractive in the eyes of Raven's love
slaves, I come in a very distant second place. I'm so far behind that it's
like she's crossing the finish line while I'm still looking for my shoes. They
might think I'm hot, but Raven is like a drug that they're addicted to.

Raven lifted me in her massive arms and carried me to the king-sized bed where
her gorgeous trinkets were waiting for us. While still in her arms, she began
to kiss me passionately as she lowered both of us down into the sea of
ecstasy. At first, I concentrated entirely on Raven. After all, she was still
and always was going to be the main attraction. I buried my head into her
giant breasts and licked, sucked and nibbled my way to bliss.

Meanwhile, my three fellow devotees choose their own spots on Raven's huge
body and worshipped with gusto. As I licked and sucked on one massive tits,
one of the girls sucked and nibbled on the other. We unintentionally turned
towards each other, and I looked into her beautiful blue eyes. She was not as
pretty as Raven. Her eyes were not as mesmerizing as Raven's green hypnotic
orbs, but she was right there. Besides, I thought that Raven intended to share
her sexbots with me. If I didn't take advantage of what was right in front of
me, it would be like I was not accepting Raven's "gift".

I leaned into her and our lips met. We fell into a deep kiss. She eagerly
returned my passion. She may not have been as into me as she was Raven, but
she still obviously liked kissing me. Furthermore, I liked kissing her too.
Since Raven and I had been together at such a young age, this was only the
second female I'd ever kissed, but this seemed like something I could get used
to.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

Suddenly I was moving through the air. So were Raven's other three
worshippers. Raven had thrown her arms up and out and sent all four of us
flying. The three girls quickly jumped up and ran to hide in the bathroom. I
didn't think as fast as they did. I climbed up to my knees.

"Wha ... wha ... what's wrong, honey?" I asked timidly.

Raven was on her feet, standing before me with her hands on her hips. Her eyes
were ablaze with fury. "Don't you 'honey' me, you worm! What were you doing
kissing MY slave?"

"But ... but ... but ... I thought that's what you wanted. I thought that your
birthday present to me was that I got to share your love slaves." She reached
down and grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off the floor with one hand.

"Can you be that stupid? Your gift was that you got to worship me and my
spectacular body ALONG with my love slaves. I never said you could kiss Them!"

All I could come up in that moment was "But ... but ... but ... ."

"But nothing! You are only allowed to kiss me! Me and only me!"

"But, honey ... you kiss other people all the time," I pointed out
unconvincingly.

"That's different! I can do whatever I want to; you have to do whatever I
say." There it was. I suppose that I knew that's how it was since third grade,
but this is the first time either one of us had said it out loud.

Raven lifted me up higher and doubled up her other big hand into a fist. She
shook her fist like she was weighing my fate. I'd seen what she could do with
that fist before, and I was not anxious to experience it myself. "I'm so
sorry, baby; please don't hit me, baby, please!"

She gradually loosened her grip on my neck and lowered me back to the floor.
"Well, I guess it would be bad form to kill you on your birthday," she
concluded. She ordered the three girls to get dressed and get out of there. "I
want to be alone with my man," she said.

Once we were alone, we sat on the bed and had a long talk. She laid down the
law with me. She even seemed a little hurt. "I thought I was the only person
you wanted to kiss," she said.

"You're the only one I love," I told her.

"Then why were you kissing her?" she asked.

"Honey, don't get mad. Please, don't get mad, but you kiss other women all the
time."

"Yes, but I'm not in love with them. I'm only in love with you."

"But you still like kissing them, don't you?"

"Yes, but I also know that watching me kiss them and seeing them worship my
body turns you one. It does, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does; it turns me on very much."

"Seeing YOU kiss someone else didn't turn me on. It hurt me. It made me want
to hurt you back. You wouldn't like that, would you?"

"No, baby," I replied.

"So you're not ever going to do that again, are you?"

"No, baby."

She leaned in and kissed me. "Good! I wouldn't like knowing that I hurt you."

"I'm glad, baby."

"But if I ever do decide to beat you up, I promise that I'll come and visit
you every day in the hospital," she said only half jokingly. Then she asked,
"Are you afraid of me?"

"Yes, honey," I replied.

"Are you afraid of me right this minute?" she asked.

"Uh huh."

"Good!" She looked at my naked cock and observed, "And yet you're cock""your
lovely, hard cock""is fully erect."

"Yesssss."

"And when I was holding you in the air, your cock was hard the whole time. In
fact, when I made a fist, and you were begging me not to hit you, I thought I
saw your big, hard cock twitch."

It was true. "Yes," I confirmed.

"Does being afraid of me turn you on? Does knowing that your big, sexy,
strong, gorgeous girlfriend could easily beat you up make your dick hard?"

"Yes, honey. Knowing that my powerful, big, strong, beautiful girlfriend with
the huge tits and massive muscles could destroy me with ease turns me on very,
very, very much," I admitted.

"In that case, you'd better behave yourself," she said, "Or I'm going to use
these powerful girly muscles and my vastly superior feminine strength to
overpower your weak little male body." Hearing her talk this way made me
insane with desire.

She leaned in kissed me again. She reached out and grabbed my steel hard cock
in her powerful hand and gave it a couple of gentle tugs. Feeling her powerful
but soft hand on my cock while she kissed me and knowing that she was stronger
than any man was just too much!

I tilted my head back and howled at the ceiling while I had and one gigantic,
Mt. Vesuvius orgasm.

My relationship with Raven changed after that. What was true but unspoken
before was now out in the open. Raven was my master and she ruled our
relationship and my life. When I graduated high school, she made me wait a
year until she graduated as well before going off to college. In college, she
decided what classes I would take and ruled my world. She made the rules and I
obeyed.

She continued gathering and frolicking with a bevy of beautiful and healthy
female love slaves, and she usually allowed me to watch. However, I was never
permitted to join in ever again. Sometimes we would watch and fondle each
other while two or three of her gorgeous playthings cavorted together in bed
with Raven issuing instructions.

"Suck her big tits now," she would command, or "Nibble on her tight ass."

Raven demanded absolute obedience from her slaves, and now I was one of them.
I was her number one slave for sure, but I was still a slave. I was not
allowed to disagree with her in public or in private. And every now and then,
even though I never dared question her authority, she threatened to kick my
ass anyway. She reminded me how easy it would be for her to crush me or any
man and there wasn't anything any of us could do to stop her.

However, she also reminded me often that she loved me and that I was under her
protection. The only person on Earth I had to worry about pleasing was her.

Hearing her talk this way only made me love her all the more. I knew she was
talking this way because she knew that it got me hot. I loved having a
girlfriend who was so big and strong with such massive muscles and yet who was
also sexy, feminine and beautiful.

When we graduated college, she decided we would get married. I had no say in
the matter, but that's okay because if I did, I would have jumped for joy at
the idea. Once we were married she decided that I would start a public
relations firm. She was sure that I would be very successful, and she came up
with the initial seed money to get my firm off the ground.

She was right as always. My public relations practice is very successful, and
I make a very nice living. Raven makes a lot more money than I do.

I'm not really sure where all of my wife's money comes from. I know she makes
money posting pictures of herself on the internet. I know that some of her
female sexbots are wealthy and pay her tribute. I also know that she has
several female financial advisors who invest her money and provided financial
advice for free. I'm not entirely sure how much money she has, but I'm pretty
sure that it's in excess of one hundred million dollars.

Of course, that doesn't stop her from also taking most of the money I earn and
keeping me on a strict allowance. As she likes to put it, "What's mine is mine
and what's yours is mine too."

One of our favorite activities as a married couple is going to the gym
together. We don't need to go to the gym since Raven has a fully equipped room
in her mansion with every piece of state-of-the-art exercise equipment she
desires. She is given anything she wants by sporting goods companies in
exchange for posting pictures of herself wearing shredded T-shirts with their
company logos.

A few sporting goods companies have tried to sign her to exclusive contracts.
She told them, "I don't do exclusive except when I'm pleasing my man." One
company executive tried to cut off supplying her with free equipment as a
result. He changed his mind though after he and Raven had a private
"discussion" about it.

We have free memberships in every decent gym within a fifty mile radius
because Raven likes variety. Our membership is free because Raven sees to it.
Again, she has private "discussions" with any gym owners who don't want to go
along. The discussions with the female gym owners are nice. With the male gym
owners, not so much.

So, anyway, I came home from work not long ago, and I noticed that Raven was
wearing workout clothes""tight pink bike shorts and a black spandex sports
bra. Both garments were straining to contain the delights they were barely
able to cover. At 7'2" with her massive, bulging muscles, her long black
tresses flowing freely and perfectly framing her beautiful face ... . She
looked every inch a goddess of power and beauty. And she had a special twinkle
in her eye.

"Get changed," she commanded. This was all she had to say. I practically
sprinted to my room so that I could change into my workout clothes. Raven
insisted that I wear workout clothes to the gym even though most of the time
my workout came well after we left the gym.

"Do I have time for a quick shower," I shouted.

"Only if you want me to get impatient and go without you," she replied.

"I'll be there in three minutes," I responded. I was ready in two.

We were going to a gym that we'd never been to before, but Raven had heard
good things. There were supposed to be a lot of hardcore gym rats hanging out
at this gym, and there was a particular kind of gym rat that Raven was
interested in. There were always certain muscle-heads hanging out at gyms like
this who brought their trophy girlfriends and wives along with them. Generally
speaking, these wives and girlfriends were hot and very fit. They clearly
worked out, but when they went to gym with their husbands and boyfriends, they
were there to "Oh" and "Ah" over the big muscles and impressive strength of
their men.

These were the men""and their women""that Raven went to the gym to meet. I
went to watch.

Once we arrived, it didn't take long for us to spot a couple of prime pigeons.
It helped that the men were friends and were working out together. Their women
also obviously knew each other. And before going on with the story, let me
just say something about the two women. They were the Stanley Cup of trophy
wives. They were the Super Bowl rings of trophy wives.

They were both amazing with pretty faces, big tits, tight, round asses and
long, shapely legs. They instantly tied for second place among the hottest
women I'd ever seen. One was blonde with blue eyes. The other had dark brown
hair and beautiful, beautiful brown eyes.

Raven and I did a little recon before moving in. It was a very typical scene.
Each time one of the men would perform an impressive feat of strength (and to
be fair, by normal standards they were quite impressive) the guys would
exclaim "Bro!" and the women would squeal with glee.

"I'm going in," Raven announced just as one the steroid cases was doing bench
press reps with three hundred pounds. He had already done three reps and was
working on number four. He was having a little trouble.

"Come on, bro, you can do it!" his "bro" encouraged.

"Come on, baby, don't give up," the blonde encouraged.

With a mighty grunt and a renewed effort, the big man muscled the barbell to
its uprights. He stood up and was wiping his hands with a towel. The blonde
came up and stood on her tips toes (she was about 5'6"; he was around 6'2".)
and kissed him on the cheek. "I knew you could do it, tiger." He just smiled
smugly and kept wiping the sweat off his hands.

Raven strolled over. "That's was pretty impressive for such a little man," she
smirked.

"Little man?" He flexed his impressive biceps. "Does this look like a little
man?" His biceps were almost as big as Raven's were when she was in eighth
grade.

Raven flexed her 42" biceps. "Yes," she replied.

The other muscle-head spoke up. "Aw, don't listen to her, bro, she'd just some
kind of steroid freak."

Raven smiled, "No steroids here. This is one hundred percent all-natural me."
She was telling the truth, and I should know. The supreme irony was that the
men WERE steroid users. I looked at their two trophy girls. They were staring
intently at Raven, and their breathing had grown noticeably more rapid.

"You may have big muscles," muscle-head #1 conceded, "But that doesn't mean
that you're as strong as I am."

Before I go on, I need to get this out. Even though I'm a man, I will never
understand male ego. Here before them was a woman who was roughly a foot
taller than them, who outweighed them and who had muscles that were twice as
big as either of them. Even still, they somehow thought that they are stronger
than her. And it wasn't just these two idiots. I've seen similar scenarios
play out many times.

Maybe I'm lucky. I learned to accept Raven's total superiority at an early
age. I learned my place; I learned to submit. I'm convinced that I've been a
happier man as a result.

Without saying a word, Raven went over to the three hundred pound barbell that
muscle-head #1 had bench pressed and began doing curls with it. Her curls were
smooth and fast and without apparent strain. After a quick ten she placed the
weights back in its bracket.

"No way, bro!" muscle-head #2 said in disbelief. Then he said something truly
stupid. "That doesn't prove anything!"

"I'll arm wrestle you," said Raven.

"We don't have time for this crap," declared muscle-head #1.

"Suppose I make it worth your while?" Raven asked.

"Come on, Dirk, put her in her place," the brunette said to muscle-head #2.

"Yeah, Biff, show her what you've got!" the blonde said to muscle-head #1. It
was clear to me that the girls were pretending to encourage their men when
what they really wanted was to see Raven put them in their place.

"How would you make it worth our while?" Dirk asked tentatively.

Raven snapped her fingers. "Show them, baby," she told me. I pulled out a wad
of ten hundred dollar bills.

Biff looked at me. "Who are you?" Apparently they hadn't noticed me before
this.

"He's with me," Raven explained.

"That wimp?" Dirk asked.

Now let's get something straight. I'm not a steroid case like these two
chumps, and I'm not that athletic. But I'm 6'1", I weigh one hundred and
eighty-six pounds, I'm trim and I'm in good shape. I am not a wimp.

When Raven heard what he said, she knocked Dirk out with one punch. Then she
looked at Biff and said, "I was going to give you chance to win a thousand
dollars. I was even going to let you use both hands against my one. But you
blew it. Now I'm just going to take your girls, and we'll be on our way."

Raven was lying. She was going to arm wrestle Biff, and she was going to let
him use two hands against her one. But she was not going to give him a chance
because he didn't have a prayer of beating her.

"Wait! Don't we have any say in this?" asked the blonde. She was pretending to
protest because her man was still awake. The brunette was already gathering
her things together so that she would be ready to go when Raven gave the
order.

Raven looked at the blonde. "Oh, please! You know you're wet for me. You know
it; I know it. The only one who doesn't know it is Biff."

"Is that true, baby?" Biff asked, "Don't you love me?"

"Yes, baby, I love you," the blonde replied, "But look at her! You know how I
melt over big muscles ... ."

Suddenly Biff rushed at Raven. "I don't care how big you are," he yelled, "I'm
not letting you steal my wife without a fight." Raven stood her ground as Biff
delivered what looked like a combination of powerful punches to her ripped
midsection.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" Raven asked.

Here is another thing I don't get. Nine times out of ten in similar
situations, men will hit my wife in the abs instead of the face. This makes no
sense since her cut, six pack abs looked like they've been carved out of
granite and are as hard as steel. If they did hit her in the face, it wouldn't
make much of a difference except to make her angrier. Still ... .

Biff fell to his knees. "Please, don't hit me," he begged.

"Do you have an alternative to suggest?" Raven asked.

"Can ... can I come along and join the girls in worshipping you?" he asked.
His eyes were filled with hope.

Raven looked over at me. "No thanks, there's only one dick I crave, and it
belongs to him." Raven kicked off her shoes. "But if you like, you may grovel
and kiss my feet."

Biff bowed down and greedily kissed Raven's feet. I never thought I'd like
watching another man kissing any part of my wife, but seeing a macho man like
Biff being so subservient to my goddess of a wife was pretty damn exciting.

Raven looked over at the blonde. "You ready?" This time she didn't even
pretend to protest. As Raven and I were leaving with the hot babes she asked
the blonde, "Are you really married to him?"

"Yes," she replied.

"In that case, you don't have to go with us if you don't want to."

"Oh no! I'm married to him, and I love him, but I still want to worship you,"
the blonde explained.

"What about you and Dirk?" she asked the brunette.

"No, he's just my boyfriend," she replied. "I want to go with you""to be with
you. Please!"

The four of us drove to a local five-star hotel. Raven instructed the two
women to go inside and book a suite for the four of us. "I don't think I have
enough money for that," the blonde responded.

"Shut up!" said the brunette, "We'll use our credit cards."

While we waited for the trophy babes to book the room I asked, "Do I get to
watch?"

Raven leaned over and kissed me, "Of course, baby. You can even jerk off if
you want. Just make sure you have some cum left for me because after I'm
through with them, I'm coming after you!"

"Yes, honey."

By the time we got to the room, the two girls were undressed and waiting on
the king-sized bed. They looked even more spectacular naked than they did with
clothes on. I pulled up a chair while Raven began to undress. The two babes
watched intently as my wife undressed. She flexed in front of them to show off
her powerful, muscular body.

"Please ... ," the spectacular brunette begged.

"We want you now," the amazing blonde panted.

Raven crawled onto the bed and lay down between the fit beauties. She squeezed
them into her powerful arms. Each one began to suck, lick and worship breasts
that were bigger than their heads. My cock turned to stone as I watched these
two incredibly sexy women worshipping the ginormous tits of the woman I loved.
I watched as Raven's massive muscles tensed with arousal. I could see that
they were giving my wife much pleasure and receiving much pleasure in return.
They were grinding their pussies into Raven's granite thighs with an intensity
that I'm willing to bet they never showed their men. Raven placed her big,
powerful hands on their smooth, round, tight asses and began to rub.

The brunette began to squeal. A second later, the blonde joined in. They came
together (pun intended) into a crescendo of ecstasy as they climaxed at the
same time. They then slowly peeled off, panting intently and tried to catch
their collective breath.

"I hope that's not all you have for me," Raven lightly admonished.

"Oh no, master," the brunette assured her.

"Just give us a minute, master," the blonde pleaded. I never heard Raven tell
them to call her master. Evidently, they just knew instinctively that it was
the proper thing to do.

A minute later, both women were down between Raven's legs taking turns licking
and worshipping her pussy with enthusiasm. Within a few minutes, Raven was
howling her approval.

I watched for another ninety minutes as the trophy girls worshipped my wife's
powerful, sexy body. When they were finished, Raven told them, "Okay, go home
to your men now."

"Can't we stay with you, master?" the brunette asked.

"We paid for the room," the blonde pointed out.

"Do as you're told!" Raven insisted. "But from now on, you two are my slaves."
After she added their phone numbers to her phone she told them. "Whenever I
call you, you must come and perform for the amusement of my husband and I."

"When will you call?" the brunette asked impatiently.

"How soon?" the blonde wanted to know.

"When I decide to" Raven said, "Now leave; I want to be alone with my
husband." They did as they were told, but they were crying when they left.

After we were alone, Raven came over to me and lifted me into her strong arms.
"I want to shower those girls off before you and I make love." She carried me
into the bathroom, ordered me to undress and handed me the complimentary hotel
loofah pad and said, "Scrub my back, wimp!" Then she laughed playfully.

After we showered and I dried Raven off we climbed into the fresh king sized
bed in the suite's second bedroom. Raven pulled me into her spectacular body
with her strong arms and said, "Did you like the way I knocked out that body
builder with one punch, baby?"

"Yes, honey, I loved it."

"Call me 'master'," she demanded.

"Do I have to?" I asked. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes, baby, you have to do whatever I tell you to do. You know that, don't
you?"

"Yes, master," I replied.

"Do you know why I knocked him out?" she asked.

"Why?"

"Because he called you 'wimp'. Only I'm allowed to call you that. You're MY
wimp." She pulled me to her and we kissed. "I will always be there to protect
you, sweetheart; I love you very, very much."

"I love you too, master."

"I know."

After that, getting together with the brunette, whose name was Mia, and the
blonde whose name was Carol, became a regular thing. Most of the time, Raven
let me watch. Carol's husband made feeble protest about his wife being Raven's
love slave, but he was smart enough to know that he didn't really have a say.
Mia dumped her boyfriend. She decided that she'd rather be Raven's bitch than
Dirk's girlfriend. She was satisfied with whatever scraps Raven would throw
her way.

Raven gradually stopped seeing her other female love slaves because Mia and
Carol were so much hotter than any of the others.

I know that I'm lucky to have a wife like Raven. Really, I do. Is it perfect?
No. I admit that I'm not completely happy with never getting to make any of
the big decisions in our relationship. And it does bother me some that my wife
gets to kiss, caress and fuck gorgeous women while all I get to do is watch.
Still, being allowed to watch is more stimulating than 99% of what 99% of
other husbands get to do. And having the privilege of being the only man whose
dick Raven will touch, lick, suck or fuck is worth almost any sacrifice.

All-in-all, I'd say that Raven and I are as happy as any couple has a right to
expect to be.

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