Sharon



Sharon  came home from the gym and threw her gym bag on the 
kitchen table.  She grabbed a glass of water and threw herself 
onto the couch.  Sharon had been going to the gym religiously 
all her life, and recently she started to take cardio kickboxing 
and other martial arts aerobic classes.  The result of her labor 
was a more defined, muscular body that would make most woman 31 
years old quite jealous.  Sharon was 5'6" and she weighed about 
135 pounds of rock hard muscle, her body fat couldn't be more 
than 15%.  Sharon was not always athletic, but she had 
discovered how much she loved working out after I introduced her 
to it when we met 4 years ago.  Since that time, she had turned 
her fat into muscle and had special interest now in working her 
legs to their potential.  Sharon had incredible legs, her 
muscles bulged out from her amazing calves to her powerful 
quadriceps and hamstrings.  I was always a little intimidated by 
her legs, but I never let her know that, not until tonight.

"How was your workout?" I asked.

"Great! We did some kicking into heavy bags, what a great 
workout.  My legs are really getting strong Steve, tonight I 
knocked the trainer off his feet and he landed on his back. He 
was a little upset about that, and when we matched up to do some 
light sparring, we went up against each other.  I don't think 
he'll challenge me again" she said with a laugh.

"Why is that?" I implied.

"I think a broke one of his ribs, not to mention the bloody nose 
I gave him.  He was being a prick, and hitting me pretty hard. I 
wasn't going to take that abuse from that idiot.  Lisa had to 
pull me off him because I had him pinned and was beating the 
shit out of him" she said calmly.

"You beat up the instructor?  Isn't he that big guy with long 
hair?  You're telling me you beat him up.  Why do you think you 
broke his ribs?" I said, staring at her well toned legs.

"I didn't kick him in the ribs, I wrapped my legs around his 
chest and squeezed the shit out of him in front of the entire 
class.  I made him beg for mercy and he even started crying.  
Can you believe that?  After I let him go, he hit me from behind 
so I knocked him down, pinned his arms by his head with my legs 
and pounded him in the face.  I was told that he was going to be 
fired for attacking me like that.  Someone even asked me if I 
wanted to teach the class" she said grinning ear to ear.

I didn't know what to think at this point.  My wife, who has 
never hurt a fly, just described her beating of a trained 
instructor.  She even made him cry?  I just looked at her with a 
shocked look on my face.

"You don't believe me Steve?  Ask anyone who was there.  I've 
gotten real good at kickboxing, and I've learned some real good 
martial arts holds that hurt like hell.  Everyone in the class 
says I have awesome leg power, maybe I can't squat as much as 
some guys, but I kick like a mule.  Maybe you want to do some 
sparring and find out for yourself unless you're scared of your 
wife" she said smiling.  She was challenging me to a physical 
confrontation.  We had never hit each other, never even fooled 
around wrestling or anything else.  The instructor must have 
been someone else I thought, and she must have caught the guy by 
surprise.  I looked at my loving wife and agreed to do a little 
light sparring with her.

"I have no training in this honey" I said, "I'm not sure how 
hard to hit you.  I don't even like the thought of hitting you."

"Don't worry about that.  You won't break me in half honey.  You 
probably won't even get any good shots in.  You better defend 
yourself and not be afraid to hit me or you will get your ass 
beat.  Whenever it's too much for you, just let me know, and 
I'll stop hurting you" she said getting up off the couch, 
"unless you don't feel that you're capable.  You have never had 
a lack of confidence Steve, but then again, your wife never 
challenged you to a fight."

"What about bruises Sharon.  I don't want you to go to work with 
bruises, and quite honestly, I really don't want to hit you.  
However, it seems to me that you really want to do this, 
although I don't know why.  I'm not a fighter by trade, but I've 
always been able to handle myself.  You want to do a little 
sparring? You're on" I said smiling back.

We both started to move the furniture out of the way and I 
watched my wife as she lifted tables and chairs out of the way.  
She was certainly more muscular then I remembered her, even more 
than a few months ago.  Her new found love of kickboxing had 
given her a new found sassy side that was actually very 
appealing.  She was a confident woman, and she wanted to fight 
with me.  We moved everything out of the way and I changed into 
shorts and a t-shirt