SECRET SESSIONS
by A.J. Brown - Written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Jen had prepared a nice warm dinner for her husband Rob and couldn't wait for
him to get home to eat it. He had been working so hard so he and his lovely
wife could keep their house. He didn't make much money but he worked overtime
and even worked a second part-time job so the two could pay their bills.

Jen had often offered to find a job herself so she could help out. She didn't
have a college education and was actually a high school dropout so there
wasn't much out there in the way of work for her, especially that would pay
any serious money. But she saw how tired her husband was when he came home
every night and just wanted to help in any way that she could.

Rob was 45-years-old and he was too old to be working as hard as he was. She
was 42-years-old and hadn't gone to work a day since she had been married. She
was plenty fresh and definitely had the energy to work, but her husband
wouldn't allow her to. He wanted her to be able to have a nice life living in
their spacious house, to still be able to drive her nice car, and to shop
which she loved doing so much. Rob did it all for her, even if all she truly
wanted was more time with him. Many women would have not appreciated that but
Jen did and she wanted to do whatever she could to pay her husband back, and
not just with sex, which due to his over-working was becoming all too
infrequent.

She looked at the dinner all set up on the table, a special one this night for
her loving man. A nice big steak cooked just the way Rob liked it with mashed
potatoes and a big salad she made. There was a bottle of wine in the middle of
the table as well waiting to be corked. They really didn't have the money for
that - Jen put it on a credit card and was fine paying off the debt later. She
just wanted to do something nice for her hard working husband. She then heard
her cell phone ring and she saw that it was him. For some reason she had a
feeling this was going to be bad news.

"Hey honey" she said to him when she answered the phone.

"Hey baby" he said and she could immediately tell by his tone of voice that
her suspicions were going to be justified. "I gotta work late again, I'm
sorry. I won't be home for a couple of hours."

It wasn't the first time this had happened so there was no point in her
arguing it or even asking why. Rob's boss was a douche-bag and he took full
advantage of his employee knowing that he was the hardest worker there and
that he could get the most out of him. Jen may have even suspected that her
husband was cheating on her if she didn't actually drive by his work a couple
of times when he was working late to see his car there, and she even saw him
inside scurrying around the building a few times as well. He was just a good
hard worker and that was who he was.

"It's OK, sweetie" she said to him sweetly. "Take your time and I'll see you
when you get home, OK?"

They hung up and Jen looked at the dinner that she had worked so hard to make.
It didn't sadden her at all that she had put all this time in for something
that her husband wasn't even going to be there for. It just upset her that she
knew he would have appreciated that dinner and now at best he was going to
have to eat it cold. The truth was that he was probably going to come home so
exhausted that he couldn't even eat it and he'd probably just pick up a nasty
sandwich at a gas station on his way home and then fall right into bed.
Hopefully he'd be able to stay awake long enough for Jen to give him some
sexual delights, so at least he could get some kind of pleasure in his day,
though as often happened these days, she doubted it.

So what was Jen supposed to do the rest of the night was the question? She
cleaned up the table and put the food in the refrigerator but there was still
plenty of time that was going to pass before Rob got home. So what else was
she going to do?

She then went downstairs to the basement and looked at all of the gym
equipment that was down there. Rob had bought it for himself thinking that
he'd actually use it and get in great shape, though Jen couldn't remember him
using it for more than a week even before he was working 65 hour weeks. But
with nothing else to do around the house she had taken an interest in it, and
on her energetically fit frame, the results were all too visible.

Jen pulled off the shirt she was wearing and looked at herself in the mirror
in the sports top that she had on. Her skin was very tan from her occasional
trips that she made to the local tanning salon. But that wasn't what stuck out
about her. She had large firm 36DD breasts and her muscles were amazing.

She had been using that gym equipment for the past year or so and studying
online different workouts she could do to maximize her benefit. She had taken
supplements as well and her diet combined with her exercise resulted in her
turning into quite the sexy being. She had her workout routine down and she
got to work.

Each day a different body-part, each training session a change to get herself
harder, stronger, more muscular. While never taking part in sporting teams
during her school years, as limited as they were due to her abusive family
life, Jen had always been a fit, firm and solid female specimen. Earlier in
their relationship, Jen would occasionally use her strength to entice and
arouse her loving man, though it had been some time since such sexual sessions
occurred, due to his lengthy working days, that she had little choice but to
pleasure herself here and there after her particularly strenuous workouts.

Such tingling sensations began to stir within her now, as she lifted the last
rep of a fully stocked barbell, benching a new max, and filling her thick,
meaty chest with muscular firmness. Though before she could commence, she head
the front door open upstairs and she quickly stopped what she was doing. She
didn't want Rob to know what she was doing and she always kept it a secret
from him although she wasn't quite sure why. He was either too stressed out or
utterly exhausted to notice how she had changed physically over the past
couple of years.

He was actually home earlier than she expected which she was at least glad
about. But then she looked at the clock. He wasn't home earlier than expected
at all but she had just got caught up in exercising so much that she lost
track of time. Jen quickly ran upstairs and hoped that Rob didn't ask what she
had been doing.

"Hey baby" he said when he saw her.

He looked exhausted and he didn't even think for a second to ask what she was
doing. He looked so burnt out and she really felt bad for him. She could tell
that he was horny for her - with that muscular, sexy body of hers how could he
not be? But he also looked too tired to act on it. The fact that he was making
his way straight to their bedroom made it clear that he just wanted to go to
bed and wasn't even interested in eating.

"Just relax" Jen said as she massaged his shoulders with her strong hands in
the bed. "You feel tense."

Getting stronger also made her better at massaging him since her hands were
stronger. She could tell he was getting relaxed fast as he started to lie down
so he was lying right in her lap. She stopped massaging him and made her way
down towards his belt buckle so she could take care of him. She was a strong,
sexy woman and she knew how to use that to make him quite the happy husband.
He deserved it.

She undid his belt and slowly pulled down his pants. She pulled down his
boxers to see that his cock wasn't hard at all. She was going to change that.
She put her hand on it but then heard him snoring. She looked up to see him
sound asleep. The poor guy. She pulled off his pants so he could at least
sleep comfortably.

What was she to do? She hadn't been up since 5:30 in the morning like he had
so she was not ready for bed. TV sure was boring and she definitely wasn't
going to go out and do anything while her husband was home sleeping. So she
got on the internet and started surfing around.

She had her workout routine down pretty solid but she always liked to have
ways to improve it so she often googled some new ideas. In doing it she found
a weird site - it was a fetish site where men would pay muscle women to do
online posing for them. Jen couldn't help but chuckle. She never would have
thought that men would pay for such things, then again, why not.

Her curiosity kept her looking at the site and she looked at what the men
would pay for such personal muscle flexing sessions. The numbers blew her
away. The kind of money these guys were paying for this, all it would take
would be a few clients and the women could earn a pretty good living, or at
the very least it was the kind of money that could supplement Rob's income,
allowing him to return to a normal working shift, and for them to have their
life together again.

Jen spent a lot of time working out. She looked at the pictures of some of the
other women and most of them didn't look much better than her. A lot of them
didn't even show their faces so they could keep their identities a secret.
Looking into the site further revealed that becoming one of the women posing
on this site and doing the live webcam sessions wasn't even anything that was
difficult. All she needed was a webcam and some basic internet knowledge to
get a site of her own. The host of the site would take a percentage of the
profits but it wouldn't be much and there'd still be plenty for her to make it
worth her time.

The whole idea of her doing that was stupid, she thought. Sure, the women
didn't show their faces but it was still kind of slutty. Or maybe it wasn't
slutty but it was something. Or was it? What was really wrong with it? No one
would actually look at her site anyway if she did it. The rest of those women
probably did it for years and had an established client base. Who'd pay to
look at Jen's muscles? They didn't even catch Rob's attention. She was bored
so she set up a site with just a few pictures of her on it and some stupid
catch line for any possible 'fans'. She felt embarrassed just doing it and
when she was finished she quickly logged off the internet and went to bed.

Jen woke up a little after 8:30 the next morning and she knew that Rob had
already been at work for a couple of hours. It was a beautiful day outside so
she got in her yellow bikini and put on some sunscreen. She checked herself
out in the mirror. Her boobs were big and her entire body just looked great.
Fit, firm and hard, with a nice amount of muscular shape and curves all about
her hard physique. Why couldn't she make the kind of money some of the other
women on that site were making? It didn't matter. She wasn't going to worry
about that. She went out to her backyard to enjoy this day and tan, fighting
her urges to rush to her computer and check out if anyone has paid any
attention to her rather amateurish attempt at a webcam site.

She went out in the backyard and pulled out a lounge chair. She got
comfortable and started to read. She wasn't out there for more than five
minutes when her next door neighbor Tim coincidentally walked out in his
backyard to do some 'yard work.' Yeah right. He was always checking her out,
especially the past year or so since she started getting muscular, and she
knew it. He was 35-years-old, single, and he was always home so she didn't
know how he had any money to afford a house. He seemed harmless though. She
just ignored him so if he wanted to go waste his time checking out a married
woman that he had no chance with, that was his business.

After about an hour she went inside and she got online. She checked her email
to find nothing so she decided to login to that muscle site she had been
using. She was shocked at what she saw - over ten people had inquired about
her services just in one night. Some of the guys seemed really nice and some
seemed like creeps based on the things they said to her but they all seemed
ready to pay.

So she gave it a try, still being nervous and a bit embarrassed about it, but
helping Rob with the finances motivated her to go ahead with it. She was very
glad that she was able to do it without showing her face, as the last thing
she wanted was for this to get back to her husband. Jen then got herself ready
for her first online session, clearly a bit nervous though up for doing her
best, thankfully her first client was so into it that he made her feel
comfortable immediately.

He was so into the private webcam session that it got her into it too. It gave
her a lot of confidence and she had a lot of fun with it. So she quickly got
going responding to other clients. A few of them were obnoxious but most of
them were very respectful and a lot of fun so she really enjoyed this growing
little business that she was starting.

"Let's see exactly what you can do" a 36-year-old client of hers, Bill, typed
in during one of their private sessions one day.

"What exactly do you mean by 'what I can do'?" she said back.

"I want to see just how strong you are" Bill said. "And how much can you lift.
Can you lift more than me?"

"Ha-ha, please" she said back to him. "Look at how puny you are. I know I can
lift more than you. A lot more. Check this out."

She picked two dumbbells up that were on the ground and lifted them so one of
them was right in front of the camera. Bill took a look and he saw the weight
right on there - 50 pounds. 50 pounds was nothing to joke about. He remembered
in a previous session where he had told Jen that he had struggled doing
dumbbell curls with a 25 pound weight in each hand.

She stood up and moved back away from the camera. Bill looked at her arms
hanging down to her side and he could see her incredible muscles flexing as
she did. And then she started to do it. One curl after another. He had
struggled with half of this weight in each hand while she was doing twice that
with no problem.

"Good God" he said to her as he was in complete disbelief of her strength.
"That is absolutely incredible. Now show me what you can lift with your legs."

"Lift with my legs?" she said with a smile. "How the hell am I gonna lift
anything with my legs? I'll tell you what - I'll do even better than that."

She set the weights down and then walked out of the vision of the camera.
Bill's cock grew in his shorts as he wondered what she would come back with.
If her arms could lift 50 pound dumbbells doing curls then what could her legs
lift. So he was quite surprised when he saw her come back with a watermelon.

"Big deal if you can lift a watermelon" he said.

"Would you shut-up?" she said back. "If I were in the same room as you I'd
punch you like crazy for your impatience. Now, just watch."

He watched as Jen put the watermelon between her thick, shapely thighs. He
looked at those amazing upper leg muscles of hers and he thought about how
those thighs could crush him. She let go of the watermelon with her hands and
now just squeezed it with her legs. She tightened her legs around it and he
watched her muscles flex some more. His cock got harder instantly. Within less
than ten seconds the watermelon exploded - as did his cock.

"Do you have a watermelon in your house?" she said to him. "If you do, go get
it. I want to see you try that."

It was pretty weird because he didn't even like watermelon but he did happen
to have one in his house. He was having an upcoming party where he planned on
using it but he wasn't going to tell Jen that. He went to get it and she
watched through camera as he put it between his own thighs.

As he attempted to squeeze it he got a true appreciation for what Jen had just
done. Not only could he not come close to getting the watermelon to explode
like she did, but it actually hurt his legs to do it and made him sweat. The
watermelon that Jen had crushed was winning the battle with Bill and he felt
his cock growing once again as he felt how weak he was compared to her.

"Drop that watermelon and get on your knees" Jen then said to him and she knew
her client too well, and that he was heavily into rough, dominant
muscle-talking. "And then drop your pants. Jerk off for me."

Jen watched as Bill put the watermelon aside and not only did he not get it to
explode like she did but there wasn't even a crack in it. It was very
satisfying for her to see that. What was more satisfying was when she saw how
hard his cock was. Her smile was genuine as she watched him cumming all over
whatever room of his house he was in. She really loved her new job.

She was going another session one day for this guy Ken. She wore a grey
tank-top and a tight pair of grey sweatpants. She was lifting a 45-pound
barbell plate up and down. Ken watched her muscles flex in her arm as she did
it. His muscles didn't compare to those. He worked his cock as he watched her.

She put the weight down and then just began flexing for the camera. She turned
her body to the side and flexed her amazing bicep. She then held her arm
straight to show off her amazing triceps. She moved her body into a side chest
shot, again giving Ken a sexy smile as she did.

She straightened her arm out again, twisted it, and really showed off her
triceps. The whole time she made sure to keep a big smile on her face which
really turned him on for some reason. She then lifted her arms up really
flexing her biceps and Ken watched the muscles flex in all different parts of
her arm.

"You like that, you wimpy man?" she said right into the camera. "How does it
feel knowing that you are so weak compared to me?"

That voice she spoke with was extremely confident and it drove Ken crazy. She
was now right up in front of the camera flexing her biceps right in front of
it. She instructed him to jerk off harder with that sexy voice of hers. He
imagined she was doing it as he did. She chuckled as she watched him cum
everywhere.

At the end of the week when it was time to get paid she got much more excited
about her new business. The funds transfer she was about to do was big. If she
could keep this up for a couple of weeks then Rob could start working a lot
less hours, and they could go back to actually spending time together as a
married couple.

Luckily, Jen managed their money for the most part so Rob rarely looked at the
bank account. But at some point he would login and wonder where all of this
extra money was suddenly coming from. Plus, if she didn't tell him they had
the extra cash then he'd never work less. Luckily she could set it up so the
money came through a third party pay site. She felt horrible doing this but
she was going to say that a distant relative of hers died and willed her a
large sum of money that could only be paid over time. There was no way she
could tell him what she was doing. He would not allow it and possibly even
leave her over it, or so she thought. But as long as she cleared her search
history after each internet visit there would be no way he'd ever suspect it.

Rob did seem a little suspicious about Jen's story at first but it was the
first time she had ever lied to him since they had been married so he didn't
doubt her. And when he saw the amount of money that was going into their
account every week that made him completely forget about questioning her.

Their life was slowly getting a lot better. Rob still worked a lot of hours
but he was able to cut them back a bit. When his one asshole boss realized
that he wasn't as attached to his job as he previously was he started treating
him a lot better and not taking advantage of him all of the time since he
didn't want to lose a good worker.

Rob worked hard and Jen spent more time doing her muscle sessions online. She
couldn't believe how easy it was. She would just pose, maybe talk a little
harmless smack talk to her clients about how she was going to crush their weak
male bodies, and that was it. This allowed more time for her and Rob to go for
walks sometimes, go out to dinner, and even have sex. Life was definitely
improving for them both!

That was until one day, when something happened that threatened to tear it all
down.....

NiceGuy was his screen name. It was one of Jen's new clients that she acquired
after a couple of months doing her gig. She liked his screen name alone
compared to some of the other ones: Dogboy69, PussywantsurPussy, etc.
Something about the chat he and Jen had during their sessions made her really
connect with him.

NiceGuy was a good, solid customer who respected her rules, though he was
still a man and he would occasionally throw out to requests to see Jen's face.
The nice compliments he gave her on her body made her tempted to do it
sometimes. They weren't just the same old obnoxious things that other guys
said either.

"You combine sexiness and beauty like no one else I have ever seen and I must
imagine that your face is one of the most beautiful on this earth" he would
say. Or things like "You are so powerful and confident and are like a dream
come true for any man."

She supposed it was just the same kind of cheesy talk that other guys did but
he was able to get her feeling a bit tingly by the things he said to her. She
enjoyed her sessions with him far more than any of her other clients and he
really made her job fun. Every time he asked to see her face she wanted to
show it to him more and more just to make him happy, but she was so paranoid
about that. He didn't show his face either and she was actually curious what
her favorite client looked like.

"One peek at your face" he typed one day towards the end of their session.
"I'll show you mine. What's the difference?"

"Look" she wrote back in the chat pod and she felt she should explain herself
or risk losing him as a client because he may think that she wasn't showing
her face because she was really ugly or something. "I honestly have no problem
showing you my face. But I'm married. If my husband finds out I'm doing this
he'll make me shut down the site. And then we wouldn't have our sessions
anymore. I don't think that would be good for either of us."

"So why do you think I would share the information with anyone then?" he wrote
back. "I sure as hell don't want us to not be able to do sessions any more so
there is no way I would do that. We're probably hundreds of miles away so it's
not like I can tell anyone that you know. And the way this site is set up, I
won't be able to capture anything I see in a photo so I can't share your face
with anyone. Come on ... it would make my day......please"

This guy sure was sweet. Out of all things to make his day, seeing her face
would do that. And he was right that the site was set up so nothing that when
on during their session could be captured. She was being ridiculously
paranoid. So he got one glimpse of her face on the webcam. Maybe he'd purchase
even more sessions that way. What did she have to lose?

"K :)" she typed back. "Both of us put our faces up at the same time though.
If I show you mine and you don't let me see yours, I'm gonna kick your ass :)"

"Then I better do what I'm told ;)" he wrote back.

She moved her face down so it could be seen on the screen and she saw his chin
as his face popped up. She felt nervous and a bit excited for some reason. Her
face got on the webcam completely and she could see she was blushing. She saw
him get a huge smile when she saw his mouth. The rest of his face became
visible and for a second she thought she had seen this guy before. Then she
realized that she had - it was her next door neighbor, Tim.

"Hey there neighbor" he typed in the chat pod.

When she began to process the information she thought that maybe it was just
someone that looked like him and she was just being paranoid but that message
he wrote her quickly confirmed her suspicions. She took a deep breath and
thought about how to react.

"Well what are the chances of this?" he typed.

Since he was typing in a pod and she couldn't hear his voice, she didn't know
how to interpret what he was saying. Was he genuinely amused at the
coincidence? Or was he mocking her a bit? Even though she had seen him
checking her out before he seemed harmless enough so she was sure he didn't
mean any ill-will. But that didn't change the fact that she was mortified at
being discovered by someone who actually knew her.

"Crazy" she typed back and she figured playing dumb wouldn't make matter any
better. "And I'm late for my next client. Bye NiceGuy."

She abruptly logged off without even waiting for a response from him. She
didn't want to see what he would have said next. She was completely humiliated
that someone she knew found out she was doing this for work. And since he
lived next door she was terrified that he'd tell Rob.

Her initial reaction was to just take the site down but then she took another
deep breath. She wasn't going to stop her business just because of that. That
would have been ridiculous. Then she wouldn't have the money coming in any
more and Tim could still tell Rob anyway. She just had to calm down.
Everything would be fine.

When Rob got home that night and they had a romantic dinner at a nice
restaurant, she forgot about anything that happened with Tim. Together they
were making good money and life was good. She may have been conducting the
private sessions online but Tim was the one that was paying all of that money
for them. If anyone should be embarrassed it was him. She fell asleep in Rob's
arms that night and was grateful for everything that she had.

The next day she checked her schedule to see that NiceGuy, or Tim, was on it
again for an hour long session. It was her last one of the day anyway and she
had a couple of free hours before Rob got home after that so she kind of hoped
NiceGuy wouldn't show for his session. She could use that time to make a nice
dinner for her husband for when he got home.

She had a few sessions scheduled before Tim so she put on one of her sexy
outfits to get ready. It was a white T-shirt that said 'muscle bitch' on it in
red cursive letters. The shirt had the sleeves completely cut off so her
entire sexy, muscular arms could be seen. The entire bottom half of it was cut
off so not only was her sexy six-pack visible but the bottom of her boobs were
showing all of the way up to just below her nipples.

On the bottom she wore a red bikini bottom with white lining. It really showed
off her muscular thighs which Tim was a big fan of. She let her long blond
hair down so it was down over her shoulders, allowing her clients could see
her beautiful hair just a little bit as well.

She went through her sessions and she quickly got in the game not worrying
about her final session that day with Tim. All of her clients loved her and
she had no reason to be ashamed of what she was doing. Flexing her muscles and
posing reminded her how strong she was too and that she wasn't one to be
messed with.

Her session right before Tim's went a bit late so she had to quickly log off
from that one to get to his. Before she could even open it up she heard a
knock at the door. Who the hell was it? In all of her weeks doing sessions she
had never once had a visitor. She figured she should probably go to the door
and get rid of the person quickly so whoever it was didn't turn into a
distraction during her session.

She opened the door to see Tim standing there with a big grin on his face. At
least she could deal with this and not have to worry about being late for her
session. She was definitely embarrassed to see him and she didn't understand
how he could be so confident and not look embarrassed at all in return.

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