The Bet By Intenseman Disclaimer: This story contains adult material not suitable for children under 18. I am a happily married man. At least I was until yesterday. I have been married for 10 years to a beautiful woman. She is the mother of my two kids. She is also an investment banker and makes 10 times the amount of money I do. We met in college. She was both a track star and a tennis star. She came from a family of athletes. Her dad was a football player in the NFL. Her brothers were both professional athletes. In fact, this was one of the biggest things that attracted me to her. She was 5'10" and muscular. She had beautiful blue eyes and leg sexy muscular legs. Although she did excel in both sports she devoted most of her time to her studies. She was the validictorian of her class of 5000 students. When she started having kids she spent less and less time at the gym and more and more time at work and with the kids. I on the other hand had this fantasy of strong women to deal with. She was my fantasy in our early marriage. She was a tall, beautiful amazon. She was still tall and very beautiful. However, since she was working out less and less she began to lose a little of her muscle tone. I began to fantasize about female bodybuilders. I would get magazines and tapes of this type of woman. I thought it was harmless. . .at least until yesterday. I came home from work and she was waiting on me. I could tell from her body language that she was mad. We went into my office and my magazines and tapes were all over my desk. She had found them. "I want to know what you are doing with all this crap!" she asked. "Laura. . .honey. . .what do you mean?" I said. "You know what I mean. I know you like athletic women. I know that is what attracted you to me. So would you like me to look like one of these women?" she asked. "Honey. . .calm down. I love you! I am attracted to YOU. Not someone I don't know in a magazine or tape," I said. "Then why do you have these?" she asked. "I have just always fantasized about a very strong woman. Not so much a woman with alot of muscle. It's just that these woman look strong and it does turn me on," I said embarrassingly. "You want a strong woman? You are married to a very strong woman. I have just chosen to devote my time and energy to my family and my business," she said. "Honey. I know you have. And I really appreciate it. You are wonderful!" I said. "But not your fantasy woman. Just what do you fantasize about?" she asked. "This is embarrassing," I said. "I really want to know what you fantasize about!" she said. "I guess I have always wanted to meet a woman who was alot stronger than I was physically. One who knew how to fight. . .would could protect me in a fight from multiple attackers. . .a woman who could beat me in arm wrestling. . .who could beat me in any sport," I said. "That's what you want?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Is that what you want? I can become that if that is what you really want," she said. "How could you become a woman like that?" I asked. "You never knew me in high school dear, did you?" she asked. "No," I said. "I was known as the biggest jock in the school. And you knew I had a dual sports scholarship to college," she said. "Yes. I knew about the scholarship," I said. "What I am saying is this. . .if you want me to become a very strong jock again I could do that," she said. "No way honey. . .you don't have the time," I said. "I hear doubt in your voice. You are right I don't have the time. Let's make a bet," she said. "What kind of bet?" I said. "I bet you I can become the sort of woman you fantasize about. Very strong and very lethal," she said sexily. "But there will be certain conditions." "What sort of conditions?" I asked. "Number one is I must quit work. I have enough saved after ten years to retire anyway. Secondly, you must take care of kids after school so I can devote myself to working out and things like that," she said. "You are serious about this, aren't you?" I asked. "You darn right I am. I don't want my man lusting after another woman when I am who you really want," she said. "Ok. . .I will agree to those terms. Anything else?" I asked. "Yes. You need to select three areas in which we will compete to determine if I win the bet. And. . .I have a year to train to get myself ready, deal?" she asked. "Three areas?" I asked. "Yes . . .like weightlifting? armwrestling? ect.?" she said. "So you are saying we will actually compete in these three areas?" I asked. "Yes. . .and you can not test me out before the year is out or you lose the bet and I will quit and go back to work. . .agreed?" she asked. "Ok. . .sounds fair. Three things, huh. Ok. . .I will compete with you in lifting (bench press, military press, and squats), hand to hand combat to submission and golf," I said. "Golf? On my darling, within a year I will be able to easily beat you in any type of sporting event. I hope your fragile male ego will be able to handle the woman I am going to become," she said with a laugh. "Don't worry. I will love every minute of it," I said. As I said. My wife has always been in good shape. But after about a month I began to notice a change in her body. She was definitely becoming harder. . .more muscular. She weighed 135lbs when we started the bet and after a month I would guess she had put on 10lbs of muscle. She would where baggy sweats around the house and when we would make love she would wear a nightie and would never get naked. When I would protest she reminded me that I was not to test her or the bet was off. By the third month my wife was looking like she competed in fitness contests. She was extremely hard looking and muscular. One day, while she was showering from one of her numerous workouts I found one of her weekly workout schedules. I couldn't believe all that she was doing. All in all, she was working out in some form or another 10 hours a day, 6 days a week. She lifted about 4 hours a day. Did martial arts (jui jit su and tae kwon do) for 4 hours a day and cardio and golf 2 hours a day. At about month 6 she was looking like a bodybuilder. I guess she had put on about 40lbs of muscle. Although she was still not as muscular as the biggest heavy weights, she was very very muscular. This began to worry me somewhat because all the time I was spending taking care of the kids was taking away from my time at the gym. I had gone from 6'0 195lbs of muscle to 210lbs of more flab than muscle. At 9 months she was covering up most of the time. Every now and then I would get a quick glance at her body but it seem to stay where it had been at 6 months. One thing I did notice was her energy. We were making love 5 days a week and she was initiating most of this. I was loving it even though I couldn't see what she looked like. Finally, the day before the bet was over my wife came in to my office. "Where would you like to go since tomorrow is the big day?" she asked. "Why don't we make a weekend of it. I will get Jeff and Diane to take the kids and we can go out of town and find a gym to consumate our bet," I said. "Sounds like a great idea! I hope you are ready to meet your fantasy woman. I think I am way beyond your fantasies," she said sexily. I couldn't wait. The next day dragged by at work. Finally I was on my way home. I drove up in the driveway and came through the door. Laura was waiting on me. She looked incredible. She was wearing a top with the revealed the most muscular shoulders and arms I had ever seen in real life. She had on a mini-skirt that revealed unbelievable huge quads and calves. She had on 6 inch heels which made her tower over me by about 4". Then she cupped her breasts. My wife had always been sort of flat chested but now she had very large full breasts. Her breasts were the only thing on her entire body that wasn't muscular. "So what do you think, Charlie? I am 5'10". I now weigh 185lbs of solid muscle. My measurements are 54DDD-22-38. Do I look like the strong woman of your fantasies?" she purred. "Yes! You look incredible!" I screamed. "I am glad you like what you see. And I know you are going to like what this body is able to do. It is alot stronger than it looks," she said sexily. We went out to the car and drove to our destination. We checked into the hotel and Laura put on her gym clothes and we asked where the nearest gym was. Fortunately, it was just around the block. We got to the gym and it was almost empty. I am glad it was. I wanted to just drool over my wife. "Ok sweetheart. Let's get this over with. I am very horny and want to get you back to the hotel," she breathed sexily. She walked over to the nearest bench and asked me what the most I had ever benched. I lied and said 405lbs. She proceeded to put 405lbs on the bar. "Ok loverboy. . .go to it," she said. "Laura. I can't bench that anymore," I said. "You are so much weaker than I thought. Here, let me show you what I mean," she said. She laid down on the bench and lifted the weight easily off the rack. She proceeded to bench that weight for 10 reps. "Impressed yet? Well let's put alittle more weight on here and maybe then I will impress you?" she said with a wink. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was stronger than me. She added another 245lbs to the bar and proceeded to bench 650lbs for 8 reps. "I can see by the response in your trousers that you like what you see. You ain't seen nothing yet, loverboy," she said. She lifted 505lbs in the military for reps and 975lbs in the squat for reps. Not only was she stronger than I was. . .she was alot stronger. She walked over to the mats in the gym and asked me if I was ready to do some hand to hand combat with her. "I promise I won't hurt you. I just need to prove to you that I could beat you up easily if I wanted to. I still hadn't decided how to prove to you that I could protect you but I will think of a way," she said. She proceeded to throw me around the mats like I was a rag doll. Every time I thought I would have her she would laugh and get me in some strange hold and make me submit. I was to find out later that she wasn't even trying very hard. We went back to the room and we were both very horny. We made love like we had never made love before. . .many times that night. I began to notice that my wife liked being in this kind of shape. And she really loved what her strength and muscles did to my libido. The next day we set a tee time to play our golf match. She dressed in shorts and a tank top that showed off her incredible body. I am a 12 handicap golfer and thought for sure I would beat her easily at golf. She had never played golf before until this year. I teed off first and put my drive with my driver 250 yards right down the middle. She took a 4 iron out of her bag. I asked her why she was teeing off with a 4 iron and she informed me if she used a bigger club she was liable to drive it in the water. I explained to her that the water was a 300 yard carry. She took out her driver and drove the ball on to the green. It was a 360 yard hole. She missed the eagle put but made a birdie. She ended up shooting a 65. My best round of golf ever was a 74. This day I shot a 85. She beat me in golf by 20 strokes. Again I was so aroused by my super strong wife. We went into the club house for a drink. As we sat drinking four guys came in who had obviously had too much to drink on the golf course. One guy started making obscene remarks about my wife's amazonian body. I took offense and the next thing I knew I was looking at the ceiling. The guy had cold cocked me. The next thing I saw was a guy flying across the room. I sat up to see my wife kick another guy in the face twice before he could even move. The third guy took a swing at her and she blocked it and knocked him out cold with one punch. The fourth guy looked at the damage my wife had done to his 3 friends and ran out of there. "Are you ok, sweetheart?" I heard her say not believing what I had just witnessed. "Yes. . .you just beat up 3 huge guys. . .didn't you?" I asked. "Yes. . .it wasn't much of a workout. I usually spare at the gym with 6 men at once. And that is really not too much of a challenge," she said. "You really have become my fantasy strong woman!" I said. "Just wait until I get you into the bedroom, you stud! Just don't try and protect me anymore. Leave the protecting to me," she said.