My Wife's Big Secret
By Intenseman

Every since I was a child, I have always fantasized about being with a woman 
who was physically much stronger than I was.  I dated numerous women in my 
high school and college days who were athletic but none of these women were 
actually stronger than I was.  I am now 40 and married.  My wife of 15 years 
is six years younger than I am.  Though she is my best friend, I was always 
reluctant to share my fantasies with her.

Let me describe my wife.  She is beautiful.  She is 5'9" tall and weighs 
about 130lbs.  She has weighed the same amount since I have known her.  She 
is in very good shape.  She works out about 4 days a week lifting "light" 
weights and doing aerobic type exercise.  She is built like a fitness model. 
  She has beautiful blue eyes and reddish hair. Her body is very fit looking 
but she doesn't look like she is strong like a woman who is a bodybuilder.

Most of my fantasies revolve around female bodybuilders since they are so 
muscular and it is easy to believe that they would be stronger than I am.  I 
am 6'1" and weigh 220lbs.  I lift weights and run to stay in shape.  A few 
years ago I started buying tapes of women bodybuilders and wrestlers and 
watching them when no one was home.  I was quite happy with this, since my 
wife didn't notice and it seem to improve our sex life.

One particular evening after we had gotten our kids in bed my wife asked me 
if I wanted to play her in Scrabble.  We have played Scrabble for years and 
she is quite good.  I love it when she beats me because it somewhat fits my 
big fantasy of a "mentally strong" woman. . .although my fantasy really 
involves a woman physically stronger.  She drew an "A" so she went first.  
Amazingly, she used all of her letters on her first word.  With her 50 point 
bonus, she was ahead 92 to 0.  Immediately, I began to get excited.  She had 
a sexy smile and said, "You love it when I show you just how strong I am, 
don't you."

This puzzled me.  She has known for years that it really excited me when she 
beat me in Scrabble.  But she had never said anything about me getting 
excited about how "strong" she was.  I went next and put down my tiles and 
got a decent score of 28 points.  Almost immediately, she put down her word 
using all of her letters again scoring 86 points.  She was now ahead 178 to 
28.  Although she has used all of her letters numerous games before, she had 
never used them all more than once in a game before.  I was loving this.

"Getting excited over there TIGER?" she asked sexily.

"Yes. . .you are hot tonight!" I said with a lusty smile.

"Oh this isn't just going to be tonight sweetie. . .I now know something 
about you that I never knew before." she said accusingly.

"Know something about me?"  I asked.

"Yes. . .but lets get back to our game.  We will discuss it later," she 
said.

I was curious but also excited about how bad she was beating me so I put my 
attention back on our game.  I played my word and got a good score of 44.  
Again she put her tiles down immediately and again she used all of her 
letters.  Her score on this word was an even 100.  The score was now 286 to 
72 after only 3 moves.

"Hey. . . what are you doing over there genius, cheating?"  I asked 
jokingly.

"Are you accusing me of cheating?" she asked very seriously.

"Honey. . .lighten up. I was just joking."  I said.

"You had better be joking!"  she said.

"Whoa.  I had better watch out or my wife is going to beat me up," I said 
teasingly.

"I am going to do that later.  Let me finish creaming you in Scrabble 
first," she said seriously.

I was beginning to wonder what had gotten into my wife.  What was she 
talking about beating me up.  I wasn't quite sure but whatever she was 
talking about I was very excited.  We continued our Scrabble game but with 
very little conversation.  I was so excited though because she creamed me.  
She used her letters on every turn except her last turn.  The final score 
was 1487 to 188.  I had never been beaten that badly at anything.  Though I 
was extremely excited, I was also amazed.

"Have you been taking a Scrabble course?  I always knew you were good but 
Laurie, that was awesome,"  I said.

"You really liked that didn't you Jeff.  Its funny but I never thought it 
would excite you that much.  My theory was right.  If you liked it when I 
beat you by 50 points, after what I found yesterday, you would really love 
it if I totally dominated you," she said
intensely.

"What are you talking about honey?  What did you find yesterday?" I asked.

She left the room and came back in carrying all of my videos about wrestling 
and bodybuilding women.

"I am talking about these!"  she said angryly.

"Oh my gosh. . .honey I can explain," I said.

"No need to explain. . .I have already figured it out.  I always knew I 
excited you when I beat you at Scrabble.  Now I realize that I can be my 
true self with you finally also," she said.

"What are you talking about Laurie?"  I asked.

"Jeff. . .you are not the only one with a secret," she said.

"Honey. . .I am sorry if I hurt you.  I have always harboured these 
fantasies about a really strong woman.  I will get rid of all these tapes,"  
I said.

"I know you will.  Because after I reveal my secret you will not want anyone 
on those tapes.  You will only want me.  And I always thought if I revealed 
my true nature you would either get grossed out or too intimidated," she 
said.

"Honey. . .what in the heck are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well first of all let me tell you about my intellect.  You just witness the 
tip of my brain power.  I could play you ten games of Scrabble and beat you 
just as badly.  My IQ is 285.  I am probably the smartest person alive," she 
said seriously.

"Honey.  I know what you are doing.  But you don't have to do this.  You 
excite me just the way you are.  You don't have to pretend. . ."I said.

"Ha Ha Ha. . .Honey.  I am being honest with you.  I didn't think you could 
handle it if I told you what I was really capable of. . .both mentally and 
physically," she said still not cracking a smile.

"Honey. . .what are you saying?"  I asked.

"I see you are skeptical.  I guess the demonstration of my intellect was not 
enough.  Ok. . .what would impress you physically?  Lifting you over my 
head?  What about lifting my Ford Explorer over my head. . .tell me what you 
fantasize about?"  she asked.

"Honey. . .really. . .this is getting ridiculous."  I said.

She walked over casually to me and grabbed me by my belt and the next thing 
I know she was carrying me one handed by my belt.  Slowly she lifted me 
until she had me over her head and was carrying me out the door one handed 
as if I were as light as a feather.  Once outside she placed me on the 
ground and I noticed she had a very sexy look on her face.

"OK loverboy.  If that didn't make a believer out of you, maybe this will," 
she said very confidently.

She walked over to her Explorer and placed one hand on her hip and the other 
underneath the bumper.  She winked at me and then she began one arm curling 
her SUV.  My jaw just about hit the pavement.  I front of me was my wife of 
15 years doing the very thing I had fantasized about for 40 years.  Then she 
did something even more incredible.  She started pressing the front of the 
SUV over her head with one hand.  Finally she put the car down and began 
strutting toward me.  My member was throbbing.  I felt weak in my knees and 
just sat down where I was.  She leaned down to me and whispered into me ear, 
"I know this is alot for you to absorb but I am excited about finding out 
how I might fulfill all of your fantasies."

She lifted me into her arms and again I was amazed.  She carried me into the 
housed rested against her hip with just one hand.  She took me to our 
bedroom and placed me on the bed.

"I am looking forward to our post-scrabble love-making session.  I have a 
feeling that you are alittle more excited that usual though," she said with 
a wink as she ripped my clothes off as they were made of paper.

"Oh my goodness. . .I never imagined," I said.

"You don't have to imagine anymore honey.  Being so intelligent and strong, 
I just never wanted to get very muscular.  But since you seem to like the 
look, in six weeks I will be not only be your super- strong, super-smart 
fantasy woman but your super-muscular fantasy woman as well," as she lowered 
herself on me for the ride of my life.

To be continued . . .