The Publicity Stunt
By M.C.
How my big, strong wife publicized her upcoming strongwoman contest


(Author's note: People familiar with my stories know that the theme of this
one is a theme that I return to time and again. What can I say? I simply find
the idea so erotic and every so often get the urge to write about it again).

1) Saturday Evening

As I stood behind my large, powerfully built wife and began to brush her long,
beautiful dark hair (our nightly ritual and one of my favorite activities) I
could feel that something wasn't quite right with her. "What's the matter
Ann?" I asked. "You seem to be a bit down in the dumps this evening."

"You're right Jeff," she sighed, "I am a bit despondent - actually pissed off
would be a much better way to describe how I'm feeling right now."

"What's wrong?"

"Well, it's about the upcoming Strongwoman contest next Sunday honey; the
World's Strongest Woman Championships. As you know, I'm the defending champion
and I don't think that we women have gotten the publicity I feel we deserve.
Here, look at this." Ann reached over, took out the sports section of our
newspaper and began flipping through the pages. "Here it is, in small writing
at the bottom of page four. All it says is 'the world's strongest woman
contest will be held a week from Sunday at the football stadium'. That's it.
That's all they have to say about our event. You have to be a detective to
even find that. And the other media outlets aren't any better."

"Well honey, you do have to admit that a strongwoman competition isn't exactly
what you'd call a marquee sporting event, like say football or basketball, is
it?"

"Well no Jeff, it's not. But that doesn't mean that we strongwomen shouldn't
get more respect. We are, after all, dedicated athletes; no less so than those
football or basketball players that you mentioned. I mean you see how hard I
work out to get to be as strong as I am, don't you? (Ann's certainly right
about that. She must work out at least four hours a day, every day, lifting
huge amounts of weight and running. She is by far the strongest person I know,
with perhaps one exception). And I'm sure that all of the other 'girls' that
are competing next Sunday are just as dedicated as I am - Helga certainly is
(more about Helga later). So don't you think we deserve a little bit more than
a teeny- tiny notice at the bottom of the fourth page of the sports section?"

Ann reached back with her strong left hand and gently began to fondle my
penis, which was already rock-hard by now. "So cute husband of mine, my
question is this: what do you think I can do to increase public awareness and
appreciation for strong women in general and our upcoming competition in
particular so that we can finally receive the recognition we deserve and also
get more people to come to our event next Sunday? I mean it is the world
championships after all."

I thought about Ann's question for a few moments before answering, "Well
honey, maybe you could perform some kind of publicity stunt to show everybody
just how strong you women can be. That might get more people interested in
attending your upcoming competition."

Ann pondered my suggestion as she folded up the sports section. And when she
glanced at the first page, a wide smile suddenly appeared across her beautiful
face. "Why Jeffie, what a lovely idea you just gave me. Yes, a publicity stunt
might just do the trick; and I know exactly what I'm going to do."

"What?"

"This," she said and pointed to the headline on the first page of the sports
section. "It says, 'The defending Super Bowl Champions will hold their first
preseason workout at noon tomorrow in the football stadium and all fans are
welcome to come and watch'. I think we'll go honey; and that's where I'll
perform my publicity stunt." My six foot-one inch 230 pound muscular wife then
rose from her chair, effortlessly lifted my 210 pound body off the floor and
gently cradled me in her powerful arms. And as she carried me into the
bedroom, Ann began to giggle. "Oh Jeffie, what a lovely idea you just gave me.
You're a real genius; tee, hee, hee."

"I - I don't understand Ann," I said, confused. "What do you plan on doing at
the football stadium tomorrow?"

"Just what you suggested sweetie pie. A publicity stunt in front of all the
fans as well as the news media that will also undoubtably be there."

"Yes, but you still haven't told me EXACTLY what you're planning on doing."

Ann plopped me down on the bed, climbed on top of me and flashed me a sly
smile. "I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait until tomorrow to find
out honeybunch. In the meantime, let's make love."

2) Sunday, around mid-day

Ann must have made quite an impression when we entered the stadium and walked
onto the playing field. As I mentioned previously, my wife stood six foot one
inches tall and weighed in at an extremely well built 230 pounds. Furthermore,
she was wearing a sexy one piece bathing with a leopard motif (synthetic of
course, Ann hates the idea of killing animals for their fur) which highlighted
her massive thighs and powerful arms, not to mention her ample breasts. And
then there was her long, beautiful brown hair which fell halfway down her back
(which I spent twenty minutes brushing so that she would look her absolute
best for the occasion). Ann was a true Amazon if ever there was one. Together
we walked out to the center of the field and I still had absolutely no idea as
to what Ann intended to do.

"Hello everybody," Ann began in a very loud voice. She was speaking to the
fairly large crowd that had come to watch the football team's first pre-season
practice session as well as the T.V. crews that came to cover the event.
Little did anyone know (nor even did I yet) what Ann had in store for us. "My
name is Ann Simpson and I'm the World's Strongest Woman. I'd like to show you
all a little demonstration of what a truly strong woman can do. Therefore, I'd
like to issue a challenge to the defending Superbowl champions. Kick the ball
to me and see if you can stop me from scoring a touchdown. Let's see if all of
these big, strong, rough, tough men can stop one single woman."

Maybe it was just to humor her, or maybe they were angered by the way Ann
baited the Superbowl champions in questioning their toughness by the way she
issued her challenge to them in front of everybody, but for whatever reason
the team's head coach accepted Ann's challenge and ordered his team to go out
onto the field and "put this woman in her place" as he arrogantly put it.

I was totally flabbergasted. "Ann, do you realize what you're doing? This is
the best team in the National Football League (NFL); and considered to be one
of the greatest football teams of all time. I mean just look at the size of
some of these guys; they dwarf even you. I know you're very strong and all,
but honey, do you really want to take on the entire team all by yourself? I
love you Ann, you know that, and I truly believe in you and what you're trying
to accomplish here. But I don't want to see you get hurt."

Ann reached over and playfully pinched my cheek (she likes to do that a lot).
"Oh Jeffie, you're worried about your little wify. How sweet. But there really
isn't anything for you to worry about honey. Everything will be O.K. - for me
at least. And besides, didn't you suggest that I give a demonstration of my
strength in order to attract attention to the strongwomen's competition next
week? Well, what better way of doing that then here? Look around at all of the
spectators and journalists that are here. For what I would like to accomplish
today this is perfect. And thank you again for coming up with the idea of a
publicity stunt Jeffie. I'm glad to see that I married a really smart guy
(smirk)."

When she saw that I still had a very worried look on my face, Ann smiled, put
her right arm around my shoulder and led me over to the sideline. "Don't worry
sweetie pie, I'll be O.K. I promise you. So just relax and try to enjoy the
show." Then she added with a giggle, "I know that this is your favorite
football team honey, so I'll try not to rough them up too much; tee, hee,
hee." And then after kissing me, my large, powerful wife walked over to the
end zone and prepared to face off against the best football team in the NFL.

3) Massacre on the Football Field

The Superbowl champion's kickoff team lined up, the football was kicked, and
Ann's 'publicity stunt' was under way. My beautiful wife caught the ball on
the goal line, smiled at me and began to run towards the eleven large, strong
and tough men that were quickly converging on her. But amazingly, instead of
trying to avoid them, Ann plowed straight into them! POW! SMASH! WHAM! And two
seconds later, three of her would-be tacklers found themselves lying on their
backs. CRUNCH! WHACK! And just seconds after that two more went down. "Oh this
is fun; tee, hee, hee," I heard Ann giggle as she flattened several more.

Ann now had a clear path to a touchdown as there were no football players
standing between her and the opposite goal line. But when she got to the
five-yard line Ann stopped, turned around and began running in the opposite
direction! "That was way too easy," she laughed. "Come on boys, surely you
big, strong, rough, tough guys can do better than that; that was pathetic.
Let's try again, shall we?"

Once again Ann ran through their entire line, flattening players left and
right before stopping again just shy of the goal line from where she started.
Ann turned around and, noticing that there were only three football players
still standing, called out to the coach, "hey coachie, why don't you send out
the rest of your team to try and stop me. After all, I'm just one girl; tee,
hee, hee."

Furious, the coach of the Superbowl champions ordered the rest of his players
onto the field with one simple command - "GET HER!" he barked.

CRACK! POW! WHACK! CRUNCH! WHAM! And as I watched the indescribable scene that
was now taking place right before my eyes - that of my amazing wife smashing
all these big, strong champion football players to the ground (with her long,
beautiful hair swishing around as she did) - I couldn't help getting aroused;
very aroused in fact. I thought it was well hidden until Ann ran by me, looked
down and giggled. "Why you naughty boy you. Save that for later; tee, hee,
hee" (I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my entire life). SLAM! Of
the entire team there were now only five football players left standing. And
as Ann ran towards them they all lost their nerve and ran off the field to get
away from her. "Aww, what's the matter boys?" she teased. "You don't want to
play football with me anymore? Boo, hoo."

The football field resembled something like a war zone now with at least
thirty big, strong football players lying in heaps and piles all over the
place with only Ann left standing. Still giggling and without so much as a
single mark or scratch on her, my beautiful wife walked into the end zone.
"Touchdown," she said and winked at me. Overcome with awe at what I just saw
her do, I ran over to where she was standing and gave this incredible woman a
long, loving hug. "Oh honey, you were beyond amazing! Totally, completely
AWESOME!"

"Why thank you sweetie pie, what a lovely thing to say. Now excuse me for a
second; I still have to kick the extra point." We were standing in the end
zone 100 yards from the opposite goal post. Ann dropkicked the football and I
watched in utter amazement as it sailed clear across the field, straight
through the uprights and halfway into the stands. "That's seven for the girl
and nothing for the boys." After another long hug from my amazing wife, she
pointed to the field at the thirty or so football players that were slowly
getting to their feet. "You see honeybunch, there are no broken bones, no
concussions and nobody has to be carried off the field on a stretcher. They're
just a bit shaken up that's all. I told you I wouldn't rough them up too much;
and I didn't."

"Well maybe not physically Ann, but what about their shattered egos? I mean
these are the defending Superbowl Champions honey, and they were just totally
destroyed by one single woman."

"Gee honey, I'm afraid I really can't do much about that now can I? Other than
maybe recommend therapy for their battered egos. I guess they'll either have
to learn to get over it or they won't. Either way it's not our problem is it?
Come now honeybunch, let's go over to where the journalists are so I can make
my pitch for next week's Strongwoman Competition. That is, after all, what
this little publicity stunt of ours was all about in the first place; right?"

The media had come to cover the first pre-season practice session of the
defending Superbowl champions. But like everyone else in the stadium, they
were standing in complete shock at what they had just seen my incredible wife
do - singlehandedly wipe out the best team in the NFL without so much as
getting her beautiful hair mussed (it was just as soft and fluffy as it was
when I brushed it earlier that morning). Ann smiled at them and in a loud -
but pleasant - tone of voice said:

"Hello everybody. I hope you all enjoyed my little demonstration (an
understatement if ever there was one). This is just a taste of what you'll see
me and the other strong women do if you come to the World's Strongwomen's
Competition. It will be held in this very stadium one week from today
beginning at noon. I sincerely hope to see you all there and I wish you a very
happy rest of the day." My beautiful wife then gently took me by the hand.
"Come sweetie pie, let's go home and cuddle. After all, there's nothing like
wiping out the Superbowl Champions to put a girl in a sexy mood. Tee, hee."

4) Sunday evening pillow talk

Ann and I were lying in our bed and cuddling each other (it never ceases to
amaze me how this awesome wife of mine can be so strong and tough and yet so
soft and gentle at the same time). "It's because I'm a woman," she said when I
asked her once. When the news came on I turned on the T.V. and we watched
Ann's total destruction of the best team in football. "I just loved watching
you smash them all into the ground today Ann. You were awesome! Seeing you at
your best was a very erotic experience for me."

Ann reached down and playfully began to fondle my penis with her strong, but
gentle, right hand. Then she started to giggle. "I noticed that too honey;
tee, hee, hee."

"Was it that obvious?"

"As obvious as the nose on your face Jeffie (wink). So tell me honey, do you
think that this 'little' publicity stunt of ours did the trick? Did we succeed
in heightening public awareness of the 'World's Strongest Woman competition
next week?"

"If it didn't, then I don't know what possibly could. I mean all you did was
take on and totally annihilate the mightiest football team - and you even
laughed while you were doing it. But why do you always say 'our' publicity
stunt Ann? I mean all I did was watch from the sidelines while wiped them out
all by yourself."

Ann sighed and thought for a few moments before answering. "It's because you
and I are a team Jeff; a lifelong team. I've been attracted to you ever since
I moved into the house across the street from you more than ten years ago. You
were the first boy I ever met that wasn't intimidated by my size and strength
(even then Ann was a very large and strong girl). In fact, I suspected that
you had a 'thing' for girls like me shortly after we first met. It was
something about the way you looked at me - and that was well before I
discovered the secret collection of Wonder Woman and She Hulk comic books that
you kept hidden under your bed; tee, hee, hee."

"You were never supposed to see those Ann."

"I know (smirk). But are you saying that if I hadn't accidentally dropped one
of my earrings on the floor near your bed that I would never have discovered
that you have an attraction to big, strong girls with long, pretty hair Jeff?
And what was really so wrong about my finding out about it anyway? Jeff honey,
you never had anything to be ashamed of."

"I know that now Ann. But we were in high school then and guys were supposed
to be tough and macho; or at least that's how I was brought up to believe. You
know, John Wayne movies and all that."

"Well then, it's a good thing that I managed to cure you of those
misconceptions, isn't it? Or else you'd never be free enough to openly admit
that strong women like me turn you on. Jeff, do you remember the time those
mean bullies from the high school football team were teasing you because you
were dating me?"

"How could I ever forget that Ann. They were the strongest and toughest guys
in our school. You invited them all into the weight room, locked the door
behind us and then proceeded to beat the crap out of them. Then you yanked
each one across your knees, gave them all a good spanking and forced them to
apologize to me."

"And did they ever bother you again?"

"No, they didn't. And neither did anybody else after word got around."

"Right. But I couldn't help noticing while I was spanking them that you had a
hard on; just like today when I was crushing the Superbowl Champs. Don't you
get it you silly boy you? I'm your Wonder Woman, your She Hulk. I'm the big,
strong female with long, beautiful hair that you've been fantasizing about all
these years. And it's because you do have this attraction to females like me
that I fell in love with you in the first place."

Ann paused briefly before continuing. "Jeff, do you think it was easy for a
girl as large and as strong as I was growing up? All the boys were intimidated
by me and the girls were always sniping about me behind my back. The truth is
that until I met you, I never really even had a friend." Ann reached over, put
her massive arms around me and gave me a super-duper hug before concluding,
"and now that you're my husband, whatever I do, we do together. Understand?
We're a team; you and me. Now, please stop feeling sorry for yourself sweetie
pie and let's make lovie-dovie. After all, we've had a rather successful day
wouldn't you agree?"

5) The World's Strongest Woman's Competition

Well it seems that Ann's publicity stunt did indeed pay off - in a huge way. A
few minutes before noon when the competition was scheduled to begin the
football stadium was completely full with more than 65,000 spectators in
attendance! In fact so large was the crowd that they actually had to turn
people away. All that remained now was for the women to put on a really great
show - and in that regard they didn't disappoint.

The twelve strongest women in the world representing various countries
competed in five events - each of which required immense strength and stamina
bordering on the superhuman. In the first event the women were strapped into a
harness with a heavy chain that was attached to the front end of an M1 Abrams
Tank. The women had to pull the 60 ton monster as far as they could in sixty
seconds. Points were awarded according to how they placed.

Dressed in her sexy, synthetic leopard one piece bathing suit, Ann managed to
drag the tank forty-two feet, good enough for second place. The winner of the
event was Helga. A virtual mountain of a woman from Sweden who stood an
awesome six feet-seven inches tall and weighed a whopping 300 pounds, Helga
has been Ann's chief rival in strongwomen's competitions for the past several
years. She managed to pull the tank forty-eight feet; breaking the record that
she had set the previous year by two feet. "Boy is Helga ever strong!" I said
to Ann after the event concluded. "It looks like you've got your work cut out
for you today honey."

"Don't forget Jeff, the Strongwoman's competition is a test of both strength
AND stamina, and I think in the stamina department I may have her. We'll just
have to wait and see how this pans out."

Ann proved herself to be correct in the second event - the 'man carry' race.
The women had to race around the football field two times carrying a man -
piggy-back style - on her back. She then had to climb up the stairs to the top
of the stadium and then go back down again. According to the rules, the man
has to weigh at least 200 pounds and as I weigh 210, I was 'Ann's man'. It is
generally considered to be the crowd's favorite event of the competition. For
the third year in a row Ann won (despite her great strength, Helga tired going
up and down the steps and finished a distant fourth). "We're invincible
honey!" Ann exclaimed as she gave me a massive hug (WE? All I did was hold on
for dear life while Ann did all the running). "You see sweetie pie, it's like
I said - you have to have both strength and stamina to win here."

Due to the fact that several of the women in the competition were left-handed,
the arm wrestling event had to be carried out against a machine with a
mechanical arm which also measured the strength of the competitors as they
pushed against it rather than against each other. Unfortunately Helga, who the
first woman to compete in the event, slammed the mechanical arm down so hard
that it broke and the event had to be scrapped. "The organizers told me that
the arm was built withstand the strength of five strong men Ann."

"Hmmm, five strong men maybe, but evidentially not one Helga," my wife
laughed. (Despite being fierce competitors, Ann and Helga also have a great
deal of mutual respect for one another and are actually quite good friends
when not competing against each other in events like this).

The fourth event was also a big favorite with the crowd - a tug-of-war against
a fully grown five ton Indian elephant. Again, as with the Abrams tank, the
women were harnessed with the other end of the harness attached around the
elephant in such a way as to not harm the large pachyderm. The strong women
were then given two minutes to either pull (or be pulled) the elephant across
the a drawn on the ground in-between them. The animals were specially trained
for this event so that at no point were they either abused or mistreated. To
the contrary, the women loved the elephants and even played around and rode
them after the competition was finished. Incredibly, half of the women managed
to pull the massive mammals across the line. Helga won the event by finishing
a mere three seconds ahead of Ann and was now only five points behind her as
they headed into the fifth - and final - event.

Note: The organizers of the World's Strongest Woman's contest issued an
invitation for the strongest men to also participate - agreeing to change the
name of the competition to the 'World's Strongest Person' if they agreed. But,
unfortunately, they declined. The reason given was that the event wasn't
officially sanctioned. But many people (Ann and myself included) believe that
the real reason for their not participating was that the men simply didn't
want to be shown up and humiliated by these incredibly strong women. Oh well;
what can you do?

The last event in the World's Strongest Woman's competition was called the
Sisyphus Challenge - named after the Greek king who was forced by the gods to
roll an enormous boulder up a steep hill for all eternity. Fortunately for the
women in the competition, they only had five minutes to roll a three ton iron
ball up a ramp. But strength, though obviously important, wasn't the sole
factor in determining how to succeed in getting the ball to the top. "There's
a technique involved in this Jeff," Ann said to me just before the event
began. "Once you gather up the momentum and start up the ramp you can't slow
down, and never, ever stop. You'll lose too much time. Not a lot of the girls
know this."

As expected, it all came down to Ann vs. Helga - as it has for the past
several years (Ann won last year but Helga had won the previous two). The
women were allowed to start rolling the ball twenty feet before the ramp in
order establish momentum before pushing it up and Ann won the event hands down
- beating Helga by a comfortable seven seconds! After the event's conclusion,
the scores were tabulated and the winners - first, second and third - were
announced. And to the roars of the 65,000 people in attendance, for the second
year in a row Ann was declared the winner; thus capping off a very successful
week for my amazing wife.

All of the women congratulated each other and thanked Ann for her publicity
stunt which not only brought tens of thousands of spectators into the stadium
- not to mention a worldwide television audience - but also increased their
prize money substantially (as the winner, Ann received $100,000 compared to
the paltry $10,000 she received for winning the title the previous year). Ann
and Helga met in the middle of the field and gave each other a monstrous hug.
I would not have wanted to be in-between these two powerful women now,
although I admit that if I had to die, being crushed between the awesome
bodies of these two mighty Amazons would be a very erotic way to go. These two
powerful women spoke to each other for a few more minutes. I was too far away
to hear what they were saying to each other but at one point Helga looked over
at me, smiled and blew me a kiss (I had absolutely no idea at the time what
that was all about). Then they parted company, to meet, no doubt, at next
year's World's Strongest Women's competition.

6) Epilogue: My Sunday Night Surprise

As I stood behind my mighty wife and began to brush her long, beautiful dark
hair (did I mention that this was our nightly ritual and one of my favorite
things to do?) I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by what this amazing woman
accomplished over the course of the last eight days. She singlehandedly wiped
out the Superbowl champions, made her strongwomen competition a major sporting
event and then proceeded to win it by beating her arch rival Helga in the
process. "Incredible," I thought to myself. I just wish there was a stronger
word in the English lexicon to describe how I felt about Ann's accomplishments
- somehow 'amazing', 'fantastic', 'awesome', phenomenal' and 'incredible' all
seem to fall short.

"My, my, what have we here?" Ann giggled as she reached back and grabbed my
rock-hard penis (we're always naked when I brushed Ann's hair as it's kind of
like foreplay for us). Are you thinking about me, or about Helga?" I put down
Ann's hairbrush and put my arms around her. "You honey, I'm always thinking
about you. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course I do honey; I was just teasing you." Rising from her chair, my
mighty wife lifted me off the floor and, as she does every night, carried me
into the bedroom and plopped me down on the bed. "Now sweetie pie, because
you've been such a wonderful friend and husband to me for many years and I
love you so very much, I have a little surprise in store for you this
evening."

"What?" I asked, perplexed.

"Well like I said Jeff, it's a surprise. So close your eyes, and don't open
them until I tell you it's O.K." After I closed my eyes, I heard the door to
our guest bedroom open (it was right across the hall) and what sounded like
women giggling. Then I heard Ann say, "O.K. honey, you can open your eyes
now." And when I did, I was greeted to what was the most amazing sight that I
could ever have imagined. For there, standing right at the side of my bed,
were the two most powerful women (perhaps even the most powerful people
regardless of gender) on the face of the Earth - Ann and Helga; and both were
standing before me completely naked!

Stunned, I closed my eyes again thinking I was dreaming. "Open your eyes
Jeffie," Ann laughed, "it's not a dream. I thought you'd like to experience
your ultimate fantasy tonight honey - making love to both Wonder Woman AND the
She Hulk. Although I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a blond She Hulk."
Helga twirled her long, beautiful blond hair around as she and Ann began to
giggle like little girls.

"I know you've had a crush on both Wonder Woman and the She Hulk ever since
that day when I accidently discovered your secret cache of comic books that
you had hidden under your bed Jeff. Remember? So after our competition ended
this afternoon I invited Helga to spend the night here with us before she
flies back to Sweden tomorrow; and she agreed. So honeybunch, this is my
present to you - a night with your fantasy superwomen."

And as these two super strong, massive Amazons got into bed with me and we
began what can only be described as my ultimate fantasy dream come true, I
reflected on the events that occurred since last Sunday. It began when my
beautiful wife singlehandedly destroyed the Superbowl champions, won the
World's Strongest Woman's contest for the second year in a row and was now
culminating in a night of what I can only describe as an erotic ecstasy. So,
all things considered, I would have to say that I've had a pretty good week.