The Challenge
By M.C.
For her thirtieth birthday, a beautiful circus strongwoman gives herself a special treat.


Author's note: In honor of the upcoming Superbowl, I've once again written
about a theme that I've written about many times before. While it is
redundant, I really can't help it because, quite frankly, I find this subject
so damn erotic. It's one of the earliest sexual fantasies that I can recall
having about strong, powerful and sexy females.

1) Mary Issues Her Challenge

For her thirtieth birthday, Mary Simpson - a circus strongwoman who goes by
the stage name "The Mighty Mary" (and who also just happens to be my wife)
decided to do what she had fantasized about doing for a long time - she wanted
to put on a display of her awesome female strength that would leave everyone
rubbing their eyes in disbelief. So Mary decided to challenge the N.F.L.
(National Football League) Superbowl champions to try and stop her from
scoring a touchdown. In other words, my powerful wife was going to take on
what many experts were calling one of the greatest football teams of all time
- all by herself!

Angered by Mary's hubris, and by the fact that they felt her challenge an
affront to their masculinity, the Champs accepted Mary's challenge in order
to, in the words of their macho, chauvinistic coach, "Put this arrogant and
conceited woman 'in her place'." Everything was quickly organized and Mary's
challenge would take place at noon on the upcoming Sunday in the champion's
home stadium which was located near-by. "You men are really so easy to bait
honey," Mary joked with me after all of the arrangements had been completed.
"I actually feel guilty about how easy it was." Then she giggled and added,
"It's like taking candy from a baby; tee, hee, hee."

2) Sunday Morning

Far from being nervous on the day of the challenge, Mary spent almost the
entire morning at the beauty parlor getting her long, pretty brown hair done.
As there would no doubt be a huge audience watching - both at the football
stadium plus millions more watching on television or social media (the event
was going to be livestreamed across the country) - Mary wanted to look her
very best; she is, after all, not without her vanity. When she was satisfied
that she looked her prettiest, my six foot-two inch (188cm), 220 pound (100
kilogram) muscular wife gently took me by the hand and walked me out of the
beauty parlor to our car. "Come sweetie pie, it's time to go to the stadium
for my birthday challenge."

We arrived at the stadium and went inside. Mary, noticing the concerned look
that I had on my face, tried to reassure me. She reached over and playfully
pinched my cheek, smiled and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Don't worry honey,
I won't rough up your football heroes any more than I have to. Just enough to
teach them a lesson. You can watch everything from here on the sideline." Mary
then gave me a long, loving hug and walked out onto the playing field. And as
she did so, my incredible wife showed neither a trace of any fear or
apprehension. To the contrary, she was smiling and waving to her many adoring
fans (most of whom were female but there were also some males who, like me,
find a big, strong, tough and beautiful woman to be extremely sexy).

Mary took her place on one of the goal lines and fluffed up her long,
beautiful brown hair; then she flexed her awesome, eighteen inch biceps for
the crowd. Dressed in the sexy, one piece, shocking pink bathing suit that she
always wears during her circus act which highlights both her muscular arms as
well as her equally powerful legs, Mary calmly waited for her opponents to
take the field against her. She had refused to don the usual shoulder and knee
pads that players wear during football games because she said that they made
her look unfeminine. Furthermore, she also refused to put on a football helmet
as it would muss up the pretty hair-do that she had gotten especially for this
occasion. "I want everyone watching to see that I'm one hundred per cent a
woman," she explained to me before walking out onto the field.

The Superbowl champions then came out - eleven big, strong and tough men who
were considered to be the best defensive squad in the entire NFL - and lined
up on the opposite side of the field. As they prepared to kick off to the
muscular woman that was patiently waiting to confront them, Mary calmly
fluffed up her beautiful, brown hair again to remind everybody that she was
indeed a woman. The scene on the football field now seemed so surreal - eleven
big, strong and very tough professional football players were facing off
against just one single woman. When Mary and the Superbowl champs signaled to
the official that they were both ready, He blew his whistle and the football
was kicked; Mary's challenge had begun.

3) The Challenge

Mary caught the ball at the goal line and winked at me; and then she began to
run towards the eleven men that were quickly bearing down on her. But instead
of trying to avoid the oncoming mass of men, the powerful woman instead - like
a human bulldozer - plowed straight ahead, directly into them. CRASH! POW!
SLAM! SMASH! CRUNCH! The entire stadium crowd gasped in disbelief at the
amazing sight that they were now witnessing before them. One woman was
literally sending big, strong men flying all over the field; and laughing as
she did so! Mary was, quite simply, much too strong for them. Having flattened
many of her would-be tacklers, my powerful wife appeared to have a clear path
to a touchdown. But that was not Mary's plan, at least not yet anyway. She was
enjoying herself too much to finish her birthday treat so quickly. So instead
of continuing to run towards the goal line and a touchdown, Mary turned around
and began running in the opposite direction; and flattening more football
players as she did.

"Hey coach," Mary called over to the sidelines as she ran past their bench.
"Why don't you send the rest of your team out onto the field? Maybe they'll be
able to stop me." Then she giggled and added, "The guys that you have out here
now don't seem to be doing too well; tee, hee, hee." Mary was not above
teasing and humiliating people when she felt that they deserved it. And
because of the chauvinistic attitude that both the coach and his players
displayed towards her prior to her challenge, Mary felt that they needed to be
taught a lesson in humility. So that's what she was going to do. With her free
hand, Mary blew me a kiss as she ran by me. Then paused briefly when she
noticed that I was hard (watching my incredible wife in action always does
that to me). "Save that for later sweetie pie. It would be a shame to waste it
here; tee, hee."

Furious now, the coach ordered the rest of his team onto the field with a
simple order, "Get her!" And so twenty more big, strong and tough football
players stormed onto the field to try to take down this one woman. SMASH!
CRACK! THUMP! WHACK! POW! But despite their best efforts, the powerful woman
continued to plow her way through the totally outclassed Superbowl champions
as if they were nothing more than small children; sending even the largest and
strongest to the ground after she smashed into them (a few of the players
actually lost their nerve and ran off the field rather than be flattened by my
powerful and beautiful wife).

One of the many things that amazes me about my awesome wife is how she can be
so strong and tough while also very feminine at the same time; like getting a
pretty hair- do before taking on the Superbowl champions. "It's the little
girl in me honey," she told me when I once asked her about it. "I guess it's a
part of me that never really grew up." As I watched Mary running around the
football field with her long beautiful brown hair swishing around behind her
(mowing down the biggest, strongest and toughest football players in the
N.F.L. as she did) I could also hear her that little girl giggling inside of
her. SMASH! WHAM! CRUNCH! "Wheeeeeee, this is so much fun; tee, hee, hee."
WHACK! CRACK! POW! "Hee, hee, hee."

Three minutes later it was all over, not one single man stood standing (except
for the ones that ran off the field). My mighty wife had flattened them all
and she didn't have so much as a single mark or scratch on her. In fact her
pretty new hair-do wasn't even mussed! Still giggling, Mary crossed the goal
line for a touchdown and then she turned around to kick the extra point. BAM!
Such was the power behind Mary's kick that she not only sent the football
clear across the field, but completely out of the stadium! "That's seven
points for the girl and zero for the boys," Mary giggled as she watched the
football literally fly out of sight.

4) The Aftermath

Overcome with awe after what I had just witnessed my incredible wife do, I ran
onto the football field and gave this amazing woman a long and loving hug. "Oh
Mary, you were magnificent; I mean totally, totally AWESOME! You
singlehandedly wiped out the Superbowl champions without even getting your
pretty hair mussed. Your hair is just as soft and fluffy as it was when you
walked out of the beauty parlor." (In case you haven't noticed, I have a
fetish with a woman's long beautiful hair).

"Why thank you honey; what a sweet thing to say. That's why I love you so
much." Mary then gazed around the football field at the thirty or so battered
men that were lying on the ground. Some of them were unconscious, others were
slowly staggering to their feet, while others were just lying on the ground in
complete shock; trying to come to terms with what had just happened to them.
Their coaches along with their cheerleaders were equally stunned at having
watched their heroes completely wiped out by just one single woman. "I want to
thank you boys for this lovely workout," Mary said to the football team that
she had all but destroyed. Then she added with a girlish giggle, "Maybe I'll
give you guys a rematch someday, provided you want one that is; tee, hee,
hee."

Mary then fluffed up her long, beautiful brown hair, smiled and blew kisses to
her adoring fans who were all on their feet screaming, "GIRL POWER! GIRL
POWER! GIRL POWER! Not surprisingly, most of the men and boys were deathly
quiet; but not all of them. A few were also on their feet cheering for Mary. I
suspect that they, like me, have a "thing" for strong, powerful and beautiful
women. And watching my amazing wife destroy the Superbowl champs all by
herself gave them an erotic pleasure (it certainly did to me). After another
long and loving hug, Mary lifted me up and gently cradled me in her muscular
arms. "Let's go home now sweetie pie and celebrate my thirtieth birthday with
some serious cuddling in bed. After all, there's nothing like wiping out the
Superbowl champs to put a girl in a sexy mood (wink).

5) Epilogue

After an evening of passionate lovemaking that continued well into the night,
Mary and I fell asleep sometime in the early hours of the morning (even a
superwoman needs her beauty sleep). I was in my favorite sleeping position -
squished up against Mary's large, firm breasts with her powerful arms snugly
wrapped around me. Sometime in the early afternoon I woke up and, as my
magnificent wife was still fast asleep, quietly got dressed and left the
bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee and went outside to get the daily
newspaper. I opened it and was greeted by a large photo of Mary on the front
page, (I would later find out that that picture was on the front page of
practically every newspaper in the country). In the photo, Mary was standing
at the end zone of the football field. She had her hands on her hips and big
smile on her beautiful face as she gazed around at the battered men lying all
over the field. And above the picture, in large and bold print, was the
headline: "Superbowl Champions Crushed By Mighty Woman!" Mighty indeed. I
finished my coffee and went back into the bedroom for some more serious
cuddling.