Newly Divorced
By Muscle Fan



This is the story of a newly divorced woman who finds a new life with the help
of intense workouts, domination and a little help from some herbs and tea.

"I don't know how I didn't see this coming," I said, "but in hind sight I
should have. John had grown increasingly aloof over the last year or so. And
now, after twelve years of marriage, we're divorced." "Oh, Alex, don't beat
yourself up over it," Marlene said. Marlene was on her third marriage and is
my best friend. "You know how men are," she said. Maybe I didn't know how men
were, I thought. What I did know was that my husband, a renowned plastic
surgeon, was having sex with his nineteen year old receptionist, Heather.

I had signed the final divorce papers and Marlene had come over to console me.
We were sitting in the great room of our, now my, large home in Coto de Casa
in Orange County. My attorney had netted me a handsome settlement. Beside the
multi-million dollar house, I was getting alimony payment of five thousand
dollars a month, the Range Rover and all of the jewelry and furnishings.

"You'll do ok, honey," Marlene was saying, "But this, Alex," she waved the
women's fitness magazine, "is a scam." "But I just need a little help, Mar,
something to jump start my workouts," I told her. "You're beautiful as you
are, Al," she said, "You don't need some sort of supplements. You've probably
just thrown your money away."

John liked me to stay fit and over time, I enjoyed working out. We had a gym
installed at the house that rivaled any public gym, lots of exercise machines
and free weights. For several years, John and I worked out together, but as
his business grew, his time with me in the gym became increasingly infrequent.

If I should thank John for anything, it should be for turning me on to working
out, and maybe the breasts that he had given me. John specialized in breast
augmentations and he had worked his magic on my chest. Now he had a nineteen
year old to mold into his perfect woman, Tiffany.

"You're probably right, Marlene," I said, taking the magazine from her, "I've
just thrown my money away." "Look," she said, standing up, "I need to go pick
up Joey from school, but I'm here for you any time, Al." I walked her to the
door and we kissed each other on the cheeks.

Turning back into the house I thought, 'Maybe I should sell this place, it's
more than one person needs.' I was a successful realtor for many years, but
John had pressured me into giving it up, now I regretted it.

I padded to our bedroom, 'my bedroom'; I corrected myself and stood before the
mirror. At five foot ten inches, I had naturally blond hair. As I said
earlier, thanks to my husband, I had great tits and turning slightly, had a
decent butt.

The following day, dawned bright and sunny. I put on my leggings, sports bra
and cross trainers and hit my gym. After an hour of cardio and one of the
multi-purpose machines, I ate a light breakfast and then did an hour of
housework. Tired, I peeled off my leggings, sports bra and socks, and taking
them along with the rest of the laundry, put on a load of wash.

'It's nice moving about the house naked,' I thought as I walked out the
backdoor. The broad patio is an entertainers dream; outdoor kitchen, bar, pool
with a cascading water feature and plenty of deck space. I took one of the
chaise lounges feeling the southern California sun bathe my body.

I must have fallen asleep because it took me a moment to realize someone had
wrung the doorbell. I wrapped a towel around me and peered through the side
glass only to see a delivery van speeding away. I opened the front door and
there was a brown box. Smaller than a shoebox, it had and address label with
my name. I took it into the kitchen and sliced through the tape sealing the
box.

Inside was two bottles with capsules, the label bearing the name 'Fem-Ex
Capsules'. I had ordered a sixty day supply and each bottle contained thirty
capsules. I opened one bottle and shook a greenish-gray capsule into my palm,
then replaced it. There were also two small boxes of what looked like dried
leaves, but the label on the boxes read, 'Fem-Ex Tea.' The third and final
item in the box was an instruction sheet which read: 'Fem-Ex is a supplement
for the serious female athlete; it should not be taken by those women who do
not compete.'

The directions simply stated that one capsule should be taken at night before
bedtime with a cup of Fem-Ex tea. It would have been nice had the tea been in
tea bags, but the directions said to use a pinch of tea in a cup of hot water,
allow it to steep and drink. 'Simple enough,' I thought, 'we'll see if it
works, though I'm not a serious athlete.

On the fourth day of taking the capsule and drinking the tea before bed, I
woke and was ready to think that Marlene was right, I had thrown my money away
on some hair-brained scam. 'Well,' I thought as I put on a pair of leggings
and my sports bra, 'I'll finish off the first thirty day bottle and throw the
rest away.' I left the house and drove to a trailhead for a morning jog. The
best I could say about the Fem-Ex is that I was sleeping better, but I could
probably have the same results with a glass of warm milk at night.

I followed my usual route through the hills, finding my pace and enjoying the
solitude. This morning was typical southern California; bright and sunny. I
finished my usual loop but when I got back to the trailhead, I felt as though
I had just gotten warmed up. 'Huh,' I said to myself, 'Maybe I'll tack on
another mile or two.' By the time I got back once again, my leggings and
sports bra were soaked with sweat, but I didn't feel fatigued.

Once home, I stripped off my running shoes, socks, leggings and sports bra and
dove head first into the pool. I swam a dozen or so laps and then lay baking
naked in the sun. My overall tan was deepening and I put on some sunscreen,
rubbing the lotion deep into my skin. It was then I noticed that my quads felt
firmer. Not thinking more about it, I dozed.

I was still lifting weights and running. I had built up my jog to five miles
and my weight training primarily with free weights rather than machines.

On day twelve of me taking Fem-Ex, I stripped off my shorts and tank top in
the gym and studied myself. 'Maybe it's my imagination,' I thought turning one
way and then the other, 'but I'm beginning to see some definition. I like what
I'm seeing.'

At the inclined bench press and put first one and then a second forty-five
pound weight on each side. I took the seat and watching myself in the mirror,
lifted the barbell from the rests and lifted it. 'Two hundred pounds,' I
thought, 'I've never done that before.' I did ten repetitions and when I reset
the bar on the rest, stood and flexed my chest. The skin tightened across my
chest and I could see striations below the surface. I ran a hand over my tits
and upper chest.

Most of my clothes were becoming tight in the legs and chest. I went to the
department store and bought several pair of pants with more room in the legs
and a few matching and corresponding tops. With my new clothes hung in the
closet, I once again examined myself in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I was
turning into one of those women in the muscle magazines. I called Marlene and
told her to come by.

I answered the doorbell and Marlene lowered her sunglasses and said, "My God,
Alex, what have you done?" I wore a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra
leaving my defined abs bare. I chuckled and said, "I've been working out, can
you tell?" I hit a double bicep pose and Marlene said, "Holy crap, honey,
you've got muscles!" "Thank you, I've stepped up my training and cardio
workouts as well as taking the Fem-Ex I sent away for. I've got a lot more
energy." "Al, you've got to taper off, you've got more muscles than Joe, a lot
more," she told me referring to her husband. "Yeah, well, Joe doesn't work out
so I would hope so, besides I like the way I look and feel, I thought you'd be
happy for me." "I am baby, I am, I just don't want you to get too carried away
with packing on the muscles," she said, "Promise?" "I promise," I said, hoping
to sound convincing.

We talked for another half hour and I found myself getting bored. She asked
about my divorce which was final now and I said John still had a few things
here at the house, but that he was going to come and get them soon. "Then that
will be that," I concluded, "he and Heather can live happily ever after."

Once Marlene left, I stripped and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My
fingers drifted over my hard muscles and found their way to my pubis. I
stroked my clit and it became aroused. Inserting my fingers into my vagina I
stroked myself. I found I was masturbating more frequently now that my body
was becoming harder and well defined. I also loved to look at my body in the
mirror. 'Narcissistic?' I thought, 'Perhaps, but with a body like mine, it's
no wonder.'

On day thirty-one of my Fem-Ex regimen, I got a call from John. He asked if he
could come by to get the last of his things. "Sure," I said, "whatever," and
hung up. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other since signing our final
divorce decree at the lawyer's office.

My gym occupies three of the bays of my four car garage. I was on the bench
press when one of the overhead doors rolled up. I had forgotten John had an
opener for the bay that he kept his car in. As I lay there slowly raising and
lowering the bar loaded with close to five hundred pound to my chest and back
up again, I heard a car door open and close and then a second.

I racked my weight and stood up, sweat running down my naked torso. I smiled
as I saw the shocked expressions on their faces as they took in my 'new body'.
"My God, Alex, what have you done?" My ex-husband said. I laughed and said,
"I've been working out, do you like the 'new me'?" I asked turning so that
John and Heather could see my broad back, thick hamstrings and muscled calves.

Turning once again to face them, I balled my fists and brought my arms in
front of me tensing my trapezius muscles. "Come on John," Heather said,
grabbing his arm, "let's go." John shrugged off her hand and said, "I've got
to get the rest of my stuff," and started toward the door to the house, "Come
on, Heather."

"I want Heather to stay here," I said, "I'd like to have a word with her."
Heather looked between John and I, fear in her eyes. John started to turn back
but I stepped forward and put a hand under his chin, lifting him up so that he
stood on his toes. "Your little mouse, stays here, John, do you understand?" I
sneered. I released his chin and he said, "I'll make it quick, baby," and
quickly turned and nearly ran to the door.

Turning back to Heather, I slowly padded to her. She had to look up at me as
she was nearly a foot shorter than I. "Alright, pussy," I told her, "I want
you to suck on my clit. I haven't had an orgasm since this morning and I need
to drain my pussy, now get on your knees and worship my clit." Her eyes opened
wide and I said softly, "Do it or I'll hurt you and then kick the crap out of
John." She looked down as my sweat ran in rivulets from my pubis.

Heather sunk to her knees as I stepped forward and thrust my naked mons and
inch from her face. "Suck me, I want to feel the feeble tongue of yours inside
me," I told her and put a hand behind her head and moved her face forward.
"Smell my musk, bitch? My pussy is already wet from working out. I want to
feel you lap my sweat with your tongue." She touched the tip of my clit with
the tip of her tongue and then took me between her lips.

"Hmm," I moaned as she sucked my meaty clitoris, "that's it, baby, that's it."
I held her face against me as I rocked back and forth, my eyes shut in
ecstasy. Moments later I was nearing an orgasm when I heard the door to the
house open. "What the hell are you doing?" John screamed dropping whatever he
was carrying.

Interrupted, my eyes snapped open and I pushed him as he ran towards us. I
turned away from Heather in time to see John stagger backwards and fall over
his bag of golf clubs he had been carrying. 'His beloved golf clubs', I
thought. Quickly I straddled his chest with my knees under his arms pinning
him to the garage floor. I scowled as I looked down at my ex. "Silly man," I
said, "Heather was enjoying herself, weren't you Heather?" The woman let out a
moan and nodded.

"Heather, baby, you don't have to obey Alex," he said glancing sideways at his
girlfriend. I laughed and said, "Come here, baby, you need to finish what you
started and I need to climax." John looked between Heather and me and hissed,
"Leave her alone, Alex." I laughed again, "Or what, what are you going to do,
John?" "Please don't," he said softly. "OK, here's what I want," I said, "I
want you to pay off the house and I won't humiliate your precious Heather, how
about that?" "Yes, yes," he said, "Fine, just leave her alone."

Heather slowly shuffled over to us. I looked up at her and she down at me,
biting her lip. I slipped a hand between my legs and massaged my clit and
running my fingers over my 'G spot'. Still excited from having Heather service
my 'she cock', I was once more on the verge of an orgasm. John was inches from
my pussy when I exploded, drenching his chest, neck and face with a torrent of
cum. I sighed heavily as my orgasm subsided.

Slowly I got to my feet as did John. Heather grabbed my hand and sucked my
fingers slurping the remnants of my cum from them. I chuckled, and said, "Good
girl. Now you two can leave, I have to hit the shower," and smiled at the
pair.

John picked up his golf clubs and a small travel all and said, "Come on,
Heather, let's get out of here." I smiled at her and said, "I'll see you
later, baby." "Not if I can help it," my ex said over his shoulder. I blew
Heather a kiss and she smiled as she followed John to their car. Once clear of
the garage door I pressed the button closing it.

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror marveling at how my body had
transformed. I ran my hands over my tanned skin; biceps, triceps, quads, and
laterals, finally running them down my taut hard abdominals to my pubis. With
a fingertip I wiped the last vestiges of my cum from my crotch and brought it
to my lips. 'Hmm,' I thought, 'it's like honey,' and laughed, 'no wonder
Heather was eager to suck me.'

If you enjoyed 'Newly Divorced', please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan