Muscle Monster
By Muscle Fan



The following is quite graphic and violent. It is written at the request of a
fan that enjoys this narrative.

Enjoy!

My name is Robert and I'm married to a muscle monster. She wasn't always a
monster, and I don't use that word lightly, but when you're done reading my
story, I think you will understand why the term 'monster' applies.

Twelve years ago, we were married. And for the first year, we were the ideal
couple. My career as a structural engineer was beginning to take off and Alex
(Alexandra or Al) was doing well selling real estate. In fact, she was the top
seller not only in her office but the entire city. This might have been due in
part to her great looks, but her listings and sales numbers were off the
charts. We live in a gate guarded community and have a beautiful home with a
pool and spacious yard. Alex is the primary realtor within our community.

We were always in to physical fitness but because of our varied work
schedules, we went to the gym at separate times. Sometimes, because of a
specific project, I worked late or Alex had an evening showing with a client,
but we had a healthy sex life. Alex use to tease me that she only married me
because of my twelve inch cock, but I knew it was more than that. We were
truly in love.

With Alex, things started to change physically. She was spending more time in
the gym and had it not been for her increased sexual appetite, I might have
thought there was another man. She began to read about diet and nutrition and
what was nutritiously healthy to eat. She seemed focused on reducing her body
fat and obtaining 'lean-muscle' as she called it. Skinless chicken, lots of
vegetables, no butter or fats was our staple diet.

I mentioned her increased sexual appetite; once she came home from the gym and
wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "I want you to eat my
sweaty pussy." When I tried to pull away, she held me fast and said, "Now,
Bobby, get down on your knees and suck my cunt." She pulled her sweat soaked
yoga pants down her fabulous legs and stood with her legs apart as I tongued
her salty wetness.

Her body responded to the increased workouts and diet. She was leaner, not
that she was chubby, but her muscles became more and more defined. Her once
'C' cup breast began to shrink. "Tits are just fat," she said, "I want a
muscular chest." And a muscular chest is what she had. She no longer wore a
bra, at home or to work, not that I complained. I had always been attracted to
muscular women, but that's not why she's a 'muscle monster'.

In fact, at night, she insisted that we were naked when we watched TV or had
dinner. When I asked her about this she simply said, "I just like to see that
cock of yours and my body." I think it was more her own body that she liked to
see as I frequently caught her standing in front of the mirror running a hand
over her abs, chest and pelvis. She began to masturbate frequently even though
we maintained a vigorous sex life and she didn't mind me watching her pleasure
herself.

"Damn it, Bobby," she said once after intercourse, "I need you to stay hard
longer, I can't climax in fifteen minutes like you," and she gave my flaccid
cock a playful slap. "Ouch," I said, "That hurt." "Oh, don't be such a little
girl. I'll see if I can find something to keep you hard longer," she added.
'Hard longer?' I thought, 'I've never had a problem having an erection.'

Not only was Alex becoming more muscular and more sexually aggressive, but she
also added a few inches of height, or so it seemed. She was dressing more
provocatively, especially if she had a showing that took her out of the
office. Once she wore her four-inch ankle boots, a suede mini skirt and a
cream colored silk blouse that you could clearly see her nipples through the
material to a showing. I'm sure it was a male client and needless to say she
closed the sales. When she came home she was barely in the door when she
stripped off her clothes, tossing them and me onto the living room floor
before straddling my hips.

One afternoon I managed to get away from the office. I found Alex lying by the
pool, naked. "Hmm," she hummed as I stepped beside her chaise, "I was just
thinking about you," and gave me a mischievous smile. "Strip down and wait
right here." She got up and padded into the house. I watched her firm butt and
muscled back and legs disappear through the French doors.

By the time she got back, I had a raging hard on, I always did watching my
naked wife. She carried a watermelon. I looked at her quizzically and she
laughed. "I saw this on You Tube, watch." She sat on the edge of her chaise
lounge and placed the watermelon between her magnificent thighs and tensed her
muscles. "Hmm," she moaned as she exerted more and more pressure. Finally with
a slight 'pop', the watermelon split in half. She smiled broadly and then
chuckled, "What do you think?" "Amazing," I said. She laughed out loud and
said, "The woman on the video made it look hard, but I had no problem." She
took the half of the watermelon that was in her lap and impaled it on my cock.
The meat of the fruit was cold and wet. She twisted it and I sighed loudly.
When she removed it, she sucked eagerly on my shaft.

I knew better than to come and after several minutes, she said, "Good boy, now
get down here and clean my pussy. Lap all of the watermelon from my legs."
Bits of fruit and juice clung to her legs and ran down her calves. I did as I
was told, but that's not why she's a 'muscle monster'.

Three weeks ago, Alex and I had finished one of our sex marathons. As I lay
trying to catch my breath she turned on her side and said, "What do you think
it would be like to kill someone?" She said it with a straight face and to
tell you that the question caught me by surprise would have been an
understatement. "You mean really kill someone?" I asked. She flexed her bicep
which is about twenty inches of pure muscle and simply said, "Yes." Was I
Alex's intended victim? "Ah, gee, Al, I never gave it any thought, why?" "Oh,
there's a client, a rather rich client, who I've shown several properties to,
but all he wants to do is look," she said. "Look at the properties or at you,
baby?" I asked. She gave me a playful shove which nearly sent me off the bed.
"At the properties, silly," she said. "And you want to kill him," I asked. "I
could, it would be easy," she replied. "Uh-huh," I said, hoping to dismiss the
thought, but little did I know that this was the birth of the 'muscle
monster'.

Two days later, Alex told me to get dressed. She had a showing at a
prestigious home not far from ours. It was with the client who she had been
trying to sell. 'Maybe she won't do anything unexpected,' I thought as I got
dressed. We arrived forty-five minutes before the scheduled appointment. Alex
set about turning on lights, fluffing pillows and making sure everything was
in order. "Check the kitchen, baby," she told me, "make sure everything is put
away and the counters are cleared off."

While I was in the kitchen, I heard the doorbell ring. "I know we're a bit
early," a man said, "but I wanted Barbie to meet you." "Frank has told me so
much about you, and I see he didn't lie," Barbie said, "It's good to meet
you." "And it's good to meet you too, Barbie," Alex said, "my husband is with
me tonight, he's in the kitchen, shall we start there?"

A moment later the threesome entered the chef's kitchen and Alex made the
introductions. Frank was a broad shouldered man in his fifties, Barbie an
attractive slim blonde in her late thirties with fake breasts. Barbie looked
around the kitchen and said, "I don't do much cooking, Frank is the cook of
the family." I nodded and Alex said, "Well, as you can see, the kitchen was
recently renovated and has state of the art appliances." "Uh-huh," he said,
never taking his eyes off of Alex.

"What do you think, Barbie," Frank asked still looking at Alex. "She'll do,"
Barbie said, walking to Alex and placing a hand on her chest. 'What the hell,'
I thought. Alex looked to Frank who only nodded and then back to Barbie who
placed her other hand on Alex's crotch.

Alex grabbed Barbie by the wrists and pushed her in my direction. "Watch her,"
Alex said, and quickly turned to Frank and said, "What is this? "I told Barbie
about you and she wanted to meet you is all," he said. "She wanted to screw
me, is what you mean," Alex said, "well listen, I screw who I please and when
I please, do you understand?" Frank only nodded. "Bobby, since Barbie is in
need of getting screwed, why don't you take care of her."

Again thrown off guard I looked at my wife, but the look on her face made it
clear that I was to do as I was told. I unsnapped my pants and let them fall
to the floor. With one hand holding Barbie by the wrists, I stroked myself
until I was semi-erect. Barbie looked down and gave a soft cry. Still holding
her wrists in one hand, I pulled her slacks down with my other hand and lifted
her onto the breakfast table. She was wearing silk panties but I didn't bother
with them, rather I guided my shaft through them and with no foreplay, entered
her. She gave a cry as I thrust my hips and put half of my twelve-inch cock
into her pussy.

I looked at Alex who smiled and then at Frank who licked his lips and watched
wide eyed. "See, Frank, Bobbie is who I want screwing me, not your fake tit
bimbo." Barbie sobbed as I began to withdraw and then drive deeper. "Bobbie
has a magnificent cock," she told Frank, which I was happy to hear, "it's
twelve inches and he can keep an erection for an hour or more, probably more,
a lot more with little Barbie there." And she chuckled and then added, "Now
let's see how big of a man you are."

Frank now had a look of terror on his face as he unbuckled his belt and
unfastened his pants. They fell to the floor and I could see a small bulge in
his shorts. Barbie had her eyes closed tight as I rhythmically thrust, finally
driving my entire cock into her.

Alex tore Frank's shorts from his waist revealing a perhaps five inch penis.
She laughed loudly and Barbie turned to look and then whimpered. "That's not
much to work with, Frank," Alex said, "My clit it nearly that big, see." Alex
lifted the hem of her short skirt and with her forefinger drew it down the
length of her clit. Her clit responded and seemed to grow. I watched in awe as
her 'womanhood' grew. Alex unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, removing it and
placing it on the table next to Barbie.

"Look at my clit, baby," Alex said, looking down at the woman on the table,
"You wanted to suck my clit, well, go ahead, suck me." Barbie looked up at
Alex who stepped to the edge of the table and then took Alex's clitoris and
labia in her mouth.

Alex did a double bicep pose, her arms bulging. Frank stepped behind Alex and
ran his hands over her lats and arms. "Kiss them, Frank," Alex said, "kiss my
huge arms." He did, moving his hands around to her chest and unbuttoning her
blouse. He pulled her blouse from her shoulders and laid it on top of her
skirt, then twisted each nipple in his fingers.

To say it was strange to watch my wife being groped by someone other than me
is an understatement, but it was also somewhat intoxicating. I began to thrust
as far into Barbie as I could and increased my tempo. She continued to suck
and tongue my wife's pussy.

Alex looked at me and said, "I'm going to climax, baby, what about you?" I
nodded and we both climaxed in unison. Barbie began to gag as Alex filled her
mouth and throat with cum. Alex laughed as she held Barbie's head between her
massive thighs. "Remember the watermelon, Bobbie?" she asked, "Do you think I
could crush her skull?" I'm sure a look of terror crossed my face as I saw
Alex's quads tense. "Hmm," Alex hummed as she increased the pressure. I
noticed Barbie was no longer thrashing trying to escape the vise like grip of
Al's legs. "She might be dead," I said softly and Alex lessened her hold on
Barbie's head.

Barbie lay motionless on the table, rivulets of cum running from her mouth.
Alex quickly got Frank in a headlock and drove a fist into his midsection
sending the man to his knees gasping for air.

Alex turned to me and said, "My turn for a little fun, baby," and then taking
a handful of Franks hair in one hand drove a fist into his jaw, shattering it.
She laughed and lifted the man up by his hair. With her free hand she cupped
his scrotum and penis and squeezed. A red blotch began to spread across his
underwear as his genitals exploded. I had to turn away.

Alex stepped behind Frank and with her arms wrapped around his torso, squeezed
until I could hear ribs breaking. "That's it, baby, just a couple more," she
said as she broke two or three more ribs. She let Frank fall to the floor.
Blood soaked his underwear and a trickle of blood ran from his ears.

Alex stretched and said, "That felt good, I need you to fuck me though," and
she pushed Barbie off the table where she fell to the floor next to Frank.
Alex took Barbie's place and said, "Bury that cock inside me, baby, fuck me
hard." For the next hour I did just that with the bodies of Frank and Barbie
lying at my feet.

Once Alex was satiated and I spent, again, we put the bodies into the back
seat of the couples Bentley and cleaned up the kitchen being careful to wipe
down all of the surfaces with cleaner.

Alex drove the couples Bentley and I followed. She drove to an isolated area
and opening the gas cover, stuffed Barbie's panties into the neck of the
opening. She then lit a lighter and within minutes the Bentley was ablaze.
'What a waste of a fine automobile,' I thought as we watched the flames
spread. We drove home and on the way, Alex said, "That was fun, I can't wait
for next time." I gripped the door handle and thought, 'Next time, dear God,
this was the birth of the 'muscle monster'.

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Thank you,

Muscle Fan