My New Wife
By Muscle Fan



Rachel and I met at the gym. I had been going for a year or more when Rachel
joined. I'm not a bodybuilder, but riding a desk all day certainly has its
disadvantages; like not getting enough exercise. I went every morning and
sometimes I would see Rachel, although I only learned her name later, and
sometimes I wouldn't. That's how gyms are.

Rachel was as tall as I, six-foot, with short brunette hair, a nice chest and
shapely legs. She generally wore leggings and a leotard. Her arms were firm.
For the first three weeks she had been mentored by one of the fitness
trainers.

"Hi," I said to her at the dumbbell rack as we both selected our weights, "I'm
Kevin," and held out my hand. "Rachel," she said, shaking my hand. 'Nice firm
handshake,' I thought, 'I like that. Some women are afraid to put any effort
into a handshake.'

"You seem to be pretty dedicated," I said, "What are your goals?" She began
doing some standing fly's and said, "I want to be bigger and stronger, and
you?" I sat on a bench and was doing some concentration curls although what I
was really concentrating on was Rachel's butt. "Toning," I said, "Trying to
keep my body toned is all."

Rachel smiled at me in the mirror; bright white teeth. "You look like you do
OK," she said. I smiled back, "Thanks. Would you like to get a coffee later?"
The smile never faded, "Sure," she said, "I've got another half hour here, is
that a problem?" That was longer than I planned on staying but I said, "No, no
problem at all."

And so it began. I found out that Rachel was not only gorgeous, but she was
smart too. She was a chemist for a small pharmaceutical firm that developed
vitamin supplements and marketed them to larger companies. She was single,
lived alone and had a passion for working out and jogging.

One month into our relationship, I noticed some subtle changes taking place.
Rachel's workouts intensified and the definition in her arms became more
apparent. Also, her quads and calves seemed larger.

"Why don't you stop by tonight," she said, "I'll fix a bite to eat." This was
the first time I had been invited to her place. I knew where it was as I had
picked her up for dinner and a movie. "Great," I said, "What time?" "Seven,
don't be late," she said.

That evening, I arrived promptly at seven. "I'm glad you could make it,"
Rachel said after I stepped into her house. Rachel lived in a one-story ranch
style house in a quiet suburb. I could smell something coming from the
kitchen. "Thank you for having me," I said and followed her into the kitchen.
"Pull up a stool, I just have to plate everything," she said.

She worked quickly and efficiently, taking plates to the table. "Please, have
a seat," she said. I pulled her chair away from the table and she sat down. I
sat to her right. Rachel had baked chicken with green beans and asparagus.
'OK,' I thought, 'great body, smart, and she can cook, how is this woman not
married?'

We had talked over the last month; discussing family, friends, work, travels,
and what we felt the future had in store for us. Tonight, Rachel asked me as
we ate, "So, how sexually active are you, Kev?" I'm sure my fork froze
half-way to my mouth and she laughed and said, "Too soon?" "Ah, err, no, I
mean, I'm not a virgin or anything," I stammered. "Well, that's good," she
said, munch on a stalk of asparagus, "I don't know what I'd do with a virgin."

I must have blushed because she put down her fork and stood up. She held out
her hand and said, "Come on, we can finish later." I took her hand and she led
me to her bedroom. As soon as we were through the door, she turned and said,
"Get undressed."

Quickly I removed my clothes and turned to find Rachel still dressed. She had
on Yoga pants with a long sleeved satin blouse, a belt cinched around her
waist. I looked at her questioningly. She studied me from head to foot, her
gaze lingering on my penis which was erect. She slowly drew her lips across he
lips. "That will do," she said, and began unbuckling her belt.

One month into our relationship and this was the first time either of us had
seen the other naked. I stood transfixed watching Rachel take her clothes off.
She removed her belt and stepped out of her sandals. Slowly she unbuttoned her
blouse, taking her time, watching me, watching my erection.

She shrugged it from her shoulders and tossed it on a nearby chair. "What do
you think," she asked, and then did a double bicep pose. Her arms pumped, her
bicep peaking. "I'm going to get these babies bigger," she said, relaxing her
pose. Rachel drew her hand down her flat stomach and said, "And I'm working on
getting a six-pack." She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her Yoga pants
and peeled them down her legs, finally stepping out of them. Now facing each
other we allowed our gaze to travel over each other's bodies.

Rachel lay on her bed, her upper body propped up on her elbows. "Well, what
are you waiting for, Kev, let's see you put that to work," and with her big
toe extended, flicked the tip of my penis. I knelt on the bed and guided the
head of my cock to her vagina. I slowly penetrated her and her breath caught.
Within seconds I was rhythmically pumping her all the while I nuzzled her
neck.

"Slow baby, slow," she said softly in my ear. For the next half hour we had
the best sex I had had in years. Expended, I rolled onto my back, my head on
her shoulder. "That was good, baby," Rachel said, "With a little practice I
know you'll be able to prolong your performance." 'Prolong my performance,' I
thought, 'I was ready to come after the first ten minutes, how can I last any
longer?' I turned to face her and said, "I couldn't have lasted another
minute, tell me you didn't have an orgasm." She rolled on her side to face me
and said, "I did, but not as intense as I wanted, and just one, I really
wanted more." Somewhat disappointed I didn't say anything.

"Oh, now I hurt your feelings," Rachel said, "I'm sorry. Come on baby, let's
finish dinner." We dressed and went back to the dining room. Rachel re-heated
the meal and we ate, although the fact that I didn't satisfy her kept playing
in my mind.

We continued dating, sharing our goals and past, working out and finally, I
asked Rachel if she would marry me. She put a hand to her mouth and quickly
said, "Yes, of course." Since neither of us have family, so we flew to Las
Vegas to marry.

Back in the bridal suite after the ceremony, Rachel said, "There is one thing
I haven't told you about myself, Kevin." I laughed and said, "What?" She
smiled and put a finger on my jaw and said, "I'm a dominatrix." I stood
looking deep into her eyes waiting for a punch line that never came. "A what?"
I asked. "A dominatrix," Rachel said, "I like to be in control, do you have a
problem with that?" 'Why didn't she tell me this before the wedding?' I
wondered. I always considered myself 'traditional' with respect to male and
female relationships, so this took me by surprise. "No," I said, "I don't
think so."

That night we made love for two hours, Rachel having multiple orgasms before I
came. "That was wonderful," she told me after her third orgasm, and putting
her head on my chest said, "I'm glad that you can satisfy me." I chuckled and
said, "I'm glad too."

"Now my pet," Rachel said, "I want you to suck all of your cum from me."
"What?" I asked. She got on her knees and straddled my face. "I said, suck
that cum out of me, Kevin, get busy," and she lowered her pubis onto my face.
Rachel had a fourth orgasm as I tongued her wet pussy. I nearly gagged as I
swallowed her cum as well as mine.

She chuckled stepping from the bed, "Good boy," she said, "Let's get cleaned
up and have a bite to eat before we turn in. We have an early flight
tomorrow."

I moved out of my apartment and into Rachel's house. Her house was a three
bedroom, one of which was outfitted as a home gym, the other a home office.
Half of her office had containers and bottles filled with powder and liquids,
the other half had some sort of equipment.

I went back to work as did Rachel. We went to the gym together and for jogs to
get a cardio workout in.

It was a month into our marriage that I really began to see a change in
Rachel. Her arms were bigger, thicker, with veins. Her flat stomach now showed
the muscular 'six-pack' layer beneath the skin and her thigh seemed to have
gained muscle mass as well as prominent veins. "Do you like the new Rachel?"
she asked after I had commented on her muscularity. "Yes," I said, "not that
there was anything wrong with the old Rachel," and I laughed. She smiled and
said, "She just wasn't strong enough." I nodded and asked casually, "How
strong is the new Rachel?" Without saying a word, she picked an apple from a
bowl on the kitchen counter and holding it in her palm, closed her fist and
squeezed. The apple split into five or six pieces, juice and seeds spilling
from her fist.

She dropped what remained of the apple on the kitchen floor and said, "Clean
that up, I need to hit the gym." We had already gone that morning before work,
so I knew she meant our home gym. I cleaned the floor and mopped the juice,
and then went to see what Rachel was doing.

When I opened the door, Rachel sat naked on a preacher bench doing one arm
curls using a seventy-pound dumbbell. Her arms had grown and her bicep was
balled into a baseball size ball as she flexed. I stood transfixed. She did
five reps slowly, allowing the sheer weight of the dumbbell to stimulate her
muscle.

"What do you think, Kev?" she asked looking at me in the mirror. 'My wife was
turning into the hulk,' I thought, but I said, "You look strong, honey, I've
never seen you use heavy weight before." She chuckled and did another three
reps and then said, "I've just started training heavy, baby, it's the only way
I'm going to add mass. Go get ready; I'll be in in a minute."

I stood for a minute more watching her before I turned and left. I went to the
bedroom and got undressed and lay on the bed. I watched as she stopped at the
bedroom door looking at me. Her shoulders nearly touched either side of the
frame. 'She's gotten broader shoulders,' I thought, 'and I think she's gotten
taller as well.'

Slowly she approached the bed and crawled between my legs. "You're not hard,
what's the matter, don't I excite you anymore?" she asked. "N-no, you do,
Rachel," I said, "It's just that, ah, well, I worry about you, you're getting
bigger." She laughed and said, "But I thought you liked muscular women, Kev."
She took my semi-erect cock between her thumb and forefinger and stroked me.
"Maybe you just need a little stimulation," she said, and increased the
pressure. "Ouch," I said, trying to jerk my cock from her grasp, "that hurts."
She laughed and said, "I know, men are weak."

We had unbelievable sex that night. I climaxed twice and Rachel four or five
times. I nearly slept through the alarm the next morning and barely made it to
work on time. All day I kept thinking about Rachel and her biceps.

These past events I've described happened over our first three months of
marriage and you may be able to tell where all of this was going. Rachel, it
seems, was evolving into a muscular dominatrix with a heightened libido. She
required more and more sex and once in a while I had to stifle from yelling as
she pummeled my cock with her vagina.

Then one evening after I had finished the dishes, I stepped into her office. I
found her injecting herself in the crook of her arm. "What?" she asked, "What
do you want, baby?" I could only stand there staring. She laughed and looking
at the syringe she was holding said, "This? It's just something I've been
working on, something to make me stronger." "A steroid?" I asked. "No, all
natural," she said, "Herbs, supplements and one or two other things that
increase muscle mass."

"Is this something your company is working on?" I asked. She removed the
needle from her thick vein and put it in a desk drawer. "Yes, we'd market it
as a supplement, but not in the dosage or strength that I'm taking," she said.
Now I understood where and how her transformation had taken place. 'No doubt
this explained her heightened libido as well,' I thought.

Rachel stood up. She was in excess of six-feet tall, with tremendous trapezius
and shoulder muscles, nearly nineteen inch biceps and a thirty-inch waist. Her
thighs were huge and both they and her arms were laced with thick veins.
"Don't you like this," she asked bringing her arms up in a double bicep pose.
Her breasts had shrunk, but her chest was striated with muscle.

"Yes," I said, "I do and I love you, Rach, but I worry about you. Where will
this end?" She looked down and said, "I'll stop, I promise." I took her in my
arms and we embraced, although I had to remind her not to squeeze so hard.
"Thank you, baby, for being so understanding," she said stepping away. She
looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, I have someone
coming over." I looked at her with a puzzled look at the same time the
doorbell rang.

Rachel put on a green silk kimono that I had gotten her. It was knee length,
but now with her added height, it came to mid-thigh. She went to answer the
door and I followed.

"Hi," Rachel said, "come on in." The woman who entered was perhaps five foot
six-inches tall, with short red hair. She wore a long suede coat and
three-inch pumps and carried a small duffle bag. The two women exchanged
kisses on the cheeks.

"Zoe, this is my husband, Kevin; Kevin, this is Zoe," Rachel said by way of
introductions. I shook the woman's hand. She had a firm grip for a petite
woman. "Take her coat, Kevin," Rachel told me. Zoe shrugged out of her coat
and handed it to me. She wore a short suede skirt and knit sleeveless top.
'Attractive,' I thought as I hung her coat in the hall closet.

I turned back to my wife and our guest to find them embracing one another. My
wife kissed Zoe and I could tell that she explored the woman's mouth with her
tongue. When they broke the kiss, Rachel turned to me and said, "Zoe is one of
my slaves, and a coworker. She wants to be dominated, don't you Zoe?" "Yes,
mistress," the woman said. My wife smiled down at her and said, "Did you bring
everything?" "Yes, mistress," she said, "Just as you asked." "Good, now be a
good girl and get undressed," Rachel said, "You too, Kevin, then sit over
there in the arm chair."

I got undressed and sat in the chair as Rachel had said. Zoe quietly unzipped
her skirt and pulled her top over her head revealing nice size breast. Zoe was
pale with freckles dotting her chest which made her look younger than what she
was. Rachel placed a hand beneath one of Zoe's breasts, lifting it slightly
before running her thumb over the nipple. Her nipple responded almost
instantly, stiffening at my wife's touch. Zoe bit her bottom lip. Rachel took
the woman's nipple in her mouth and sucked and then with it in between her
teeth, pulled. Zoe's breath caught. I was becoming aroused watching my wife
and Zoe.

Rachel went to the duffle that Zoe had brought. She unzipped it and moving
things around inside found what she was looking for. She brought out a strap
on dildo nearly a foot long. "Take my robe," Rachel said looking over her
shoulder at me. I got up and reached around her and untied the sash of her
kimono and then took it from her shoulders.

I tossed the robe over one arm. "Help me with this," she said, handing me the
phallus. I knelt before her allowing her to step into the straps and fastened
the belt snuggly. The lifelike dildo stood erect from her pubis. "Thank you,"
she said, dismissing me, "I always wondered what it would be like to have a
huge cock." Rachel slowly slid her palm along the rubberized shaft. "Hmm," she
hummed, and then returning her attention back to Zoe, said, "Lean on the arm
of Kevin's chair." "Yes, mistress," Zoe said and put her hands on the arm of
the chair.

Rachel stood behind her and guided the dildo to Zoe's labia. With a slow push,
the head of the dildo penetrated the woman. Again her breath caught and her
knuckles turned white as she squeezed the arm of the chair.

Rachel chuckled and asked, "Do you like this, baby?" "Y-yes, ah, mistress,"
Zoe stammered. I noticed beads of sweat on her upper lip. Rachel was thrusting
and Zoe exhaled with each thrust.

"Take Kevin in your mouth, baby," Rachel told her. For an instant, Zoe and I
made eye contact and then she took my shaft in one hand and guided me to her
mouth. Now with every thrust from Rachel, Zoe took me deeper into her mouth.
We continued for fifteen or twenty minutes until I exploded. Zoe swallowed
allowing my cock to escape.

"What's the matter, Kev, couldn't last," my wife taunted, and chuckled. She
slowed her thrusting and withdrew the dildo. She stood in front of where I sat
with her hands on her hips and said, "Take it, take my cock in your mouth and
lick Zoe's cum from it." I looked up at her and she smiled and said, "Do it,
bitch!"

I drew my tongue along the shaft of her phallus and then took the head of it
in my mouth. It tasted distinctly different than my wife's cum. "That's
enough," she said after a couple of minutes watching me lick her dildo. "Get
that cock of yours hard again," Rachel said, "You know I need to have it
inside me."

Turning her attention back to Zoe she asked, "Did you like sucking Kevin's
cock, slut?" "Yes, mistress," Zoe said, not looking at her. "Uh-huh," Rachel
said, loosening the belt and straps of the strap on. She dropped it in the
duffle and retrieved a short riding crop with a leather loop on the end. She
slapped it against her palm and it made a snap.

"Lean against Kevin's chair, bitch," Rachel said, "You've been bad and
Mistress Rachel is going to punish you." Zoe leaned against the chair I was in
her butt extended. Rachel stood to one side and snapped the riding crop across
Zoe's ass. The girl made a slight cry, and Rachel hit her again. "Ahh," Zoe
said softly as my wife hit her a third time. A tear formed in Zoe's eye and
rolled down her cheek. Rachel brought the crop down twice more, each with a
bit more force. Finally, she stepped back admiring Zoe's butt.

Rachel returned the riding crop to the bag and brought out a long
double-headed dildo. "Hmm," she said, "Get on the floor." Zoe immediately
complied. Rachel knelt by her abdomen and put one head of the dildo against
Zoe's labia. She pushed the head into the woman and Zoe winced, then Rachel
lay so that her vagina was facing Zoe's, and inserted the other head into
herself.

Rachel moved closer to Zoe and the dildo all but disappeared as both women
began to move in unison, their vaginas touching. "That's it, baby," Rachel
said, "make Mistress Rachel climax." I watched as the two rocked back and
forth, bringing themselves to the brink of an orgasm. I was erect once more.

The pair was panting and finally, Zoe let out a soft scream as she exploded,
Rachel reaching her orgasm only minutes later. Both lay there catching their
breath.

Rachel drew Zoe into a hug and kissed her passionately on the lips. "Thank
you, baby," Rachel said, "I will see you at work tomorrow. See yourself out,"
and patted her cheek. Rachel got to her knees and then stood up, the double
dildo still inserted. She reached between her legs and pulled it free. Rachel
then slid her tongue along the shaft. "Don't you just love the taste of cum,"
she asked me. I could only nod, and she laughed.

"Do I scare you, Kevin?" she asked. "A little," I said. She smiled and said,
"Good, now get in the bedroom, I want that cock of yours inside me," and she
tossed the dildo to Zoe where it landed on her leg.

I brought my wife to two amazing orgasms that evening. Seeing her dominate Zoe
as well her dominating me, heightened our love making. I look back and marvel
at how my life has changed; evolved, really. Rachel continues to dominate me,
but in a kind and tender fashion. Our sex life has never been better, and it
does include others from time to time, both male and female, especially Zoe.

Had I known that Rachel was a dominatrix at the beginning of our relationship,
I might have run in terror. But I'm thankful that I didn't run.

Rachel has stopped taking her supplements, but she continues to lift weights
and jog; she out lifts me by quite a bit. She continues to draw stares and
looks of admiration when we go out, especially when she wears heels and people
see her amazing calf muscles. I'm sure I'm the envy of every man who sees us.
We've even had people want their picture taken with her when while out.

Life is good.

If you have enjoyed, 'My New Wife,' please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan