Xena - My Story, Part 15
By Love My Muscles



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The last day of vacation for Jack and I and you might say it was the perfect
climax to a perfect week.

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I stretched, flexing and tightening my muscles. It was then that I realized
Jack was not in bed beside me. 'Odd', I thought, 'I've always been the first
up this entire vacation.' I glanced at the clock and saw it was 6:30. I had
slept in, but still, Jack was rarely up before 8:00.

I pulled the covers back and got up; expecting to find a note on the dresser
or coffee table, but there was no note. I went to the bathroom and then padded
to the sliding glass door to the veranda. I threw back the curtains and found
Jack in a chair outside. He looked at me quizzically. I opened the slider and
said, "You had me worried." "I did," he said, "why, did you think I fell
overboard?" "You weren't in bed. I'm always up before you," I said. He laughed
and said, "Not today," and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards his lap.

I straddled his legs facing him and brushed some hair from his forehead. Jack
had on his gray cotton gym shorts that he was partial to lounging around in.
He was bare-chested. I put the palm of my hand on his chest, feeling his
heartbeat. "Jack," I said, "do you think I'm too impulsive, too domineering,
or maybe too aggressive?" He looked at me and tilted his head slightly and
then asked, "Where's this coming from, Xena?"

"Last night I was thinking about our trip. I was thinking about my life and
us," I said, "About my desires and how I've changed." "How you've changed," he
asked, "you mean gotten bigger, more muscular and stronger?" "Yes, that," I
said, "But changed as far as what I want and my inhibitions." I put my arms
around his neck and kissed his forehead.

"Perhaps you should tell me how you've changed, honey," Jack said. "Well," I
began, "at first I was content to work out and show off my muscles. Then I
began to enjoy controlling people, having them bend to my will. Next, it was
the sex, having men and women submit to my sexual desires. Now it's all of
that plus the desire to dominate, punish and destroy. Am I abnormal, Jack?"
Jack's eyes never left mine, but I could tell he was choosing his words
carefully.

"Xena, you know I love you. I have for a very long time," he said, "and I know
we have a rather, how should I put it, unconventional relationship, but I
wouldn't change it for anything. We have an 'open' relationship, and a lot of
people don't understand that, but do I think you're abnormal? No," he said,
"not abnormal, but I will say that you might benefit from seeing a therapist
to curb your desires for violence." He looked at me and smiled and I kissed
him allowing my tongue to explore his mouth.

"Thank you," I said, "you always know the right thing to say to me," and I
stood up, stretching once more. The breeze felt wonderful as it played across
my naked body. I loved being outside naked. There's a certain freedom I felt.

"What shall we do on our final day of the cruise?" Jack asked. "Let's talk
about it over breakfast," I said, "I'm hungry." "It's all the sex," Jack said
smiling, "I read somewhere that having sex burns up 1500 calories." I looked
at him and said, "You're lying." "No, honest," he said, "Of course in your
case, you probably burn up 5000 calories." I laughed and playfully slapped his
arm and said, "You had me going on that one."

We dressed and went to breakfast. Breakfast is open seating, not at assigned
tables like lunch and dinner, and its buffet style. The dining room was busy,
perhaps because of it being the last day of the cruise, but also because we
were later than normal.

With our trays in hand, I spotted two seats at a table and we wove our way
between tables and diners towards the vacant chairs. "Mind if we join you,"
Jack asked the couple adjacent to the seats. "No, please, have a seat," the
man said. For the first several minutes Jack and I ate in silence as did the
other couple. The man could only be described as handsome, with salt and
pepper hair and an athletic physique. His wife or girlfriend was gorgeous with
long blonde hair, large, and I suspected augmented, breasts.

"I'm Jack," he said turning to the man and holding out his hand. "Roger," the
man said, shaking Jack's hand, "and this is Gloria." Jack shook her hand as
well. "Hi, I'm Xena," I added before Jack could introduce me. I shook hands
and Jack asked where they were from. "Newport Beach," Roger replied, "in
Orange County." "Yes," Jack said, "we know, we're from southern California as
well."

"Do you work out?" Gloria asked me. I was wearing a sleeveless tank top and
black shinny leggings. I've become so accustomed to the question that I
generally try to down play it or dismiss it altogether, but Gloria was
attractive and so I said, "Yes, you should join me sometime." To my surprise,
she said, "I'd like that; Roger here is skeet shooting in an hour, how about
then?" I looked at Jack who shrugged and said, "I'll watch Roger, I don't know
the first thing about shooting or skeet shooting." "Fine," I said, "I'll see
you in the gym then."

Roger and Gloria, who were finished, got up and headed for the exit. I noticed
Gloria's shapely legs and firm butt. "Try to control yourself," Jack said,
smiling. I tore my eyes away from Gloria's figure and looked at Jack. "What
fun would that be?" I asked.

We finished our breakfast and Jack went to the stern to watch the skeet
shooting. I went to the cabin to change, and then headed to the gym.

Gloria wasn't there, but a man with a pot belly was walking on the treadmill,
ear buds stuck in his ears. Today was my arm day, so selected my dumbbells
from the rack and began to slowly do bicep curls. I was using 80-lb weights
and watching my arms in the mirror. By the third set, I was wondering it
Gloria had 'blown me off'.

I was about to move on to seated barbell curls when the gym door opened.
Gloria entered wearing a pair of spandex short shorts and a halter top that
did little to hide her ample breasts. Her bare midriff, while not muscular
like mine, was flat and firm. She had her blonde hair in two pigtails. "Sorry
I'm late," she said, glancing at the man on the treadmill, "but Roger had to
have sex."

At first I was taken aback by her statement, but then I realized that that is
what I would have said if Jack and I would have had sex. "I didn't shock you
did I," Gloria asked. I laughed lightly and said, "No, not at all. I'm just
not use to other women talking so frank though." "You mean other women besides
yourself?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "I'm usually the one drawing the stares
from the shy, timid women who are afraid to speak their mind." Now it was
Gloria's turn to laugh lightly and she said, "Yes, I see and hear it all the
time, now, what did I miss?"

"Today is my arms day," I said, "I just finished dumbbell bicep curls." "Let
me catch up," Gloria said, and went to the end of the weight rack and selected
two 20-lb dumbbells. She did one set as I watched, her back straight, not
jerking as some people do. She re-racked the weights and selected the 25-lb.
dumbbells. I stepped behind her and watched her form in the mirror. "Excellent
form," I said, as she finished her second set. "Thanks," she said, "I try not
to cheat." "A lot of people at the gym do, even serious weightlifters," I
said. "I always felt that if you're going to do something," she said finishing
her third set, "do it well and do it like it's meant to be done."

The man on the treadmill had finished and now sat at a pull down machine, arms
up stretched holding the bar, but not pulling it down. Both Gloria and I
ignored him. What did catch our attention was the arrival of a petite woman in
her mid-forties dressed in leggings and a leotard. Her chestnut hair was
pulled back in a ponytail. I looked at Gloria who only smiled, rolled her eyes
and stifled a laugh.

"What now," she asked. "Now comes the seated barbell curls," I said, "What
would you be comfortable using?" "I normally use a 30-lb. weight," Gloria
said. "OK," I said and got an empty bar and slid a 10 and 5 pound weight on
each end, "That will be a little heavier," I said, "because of the weight of
the bar, but I'll help you." I set up a bar for myself and Gloria looked at
the two 45 pound weights I slid on the ends. "That's a little heavy, isn't
it?" she asked. "No, not for me," I said. "Look, you don't have to try and
impress me, be all macho and everything," Gloria said. I laughed. "I'm not
trying to impress you or be macho, this is the weight I start with," and I put
my barbell on the rest and sat down. I adjusted my grip and did twelve perfect
curls, watching my muscles relax and contract.

I removed my barbell and Gloria put hers on the rest at the front of the
bench. While she was doing her set, I noticed she had some definition and that
her arms were firm. I glanced in the mirror and the petite woman was on a
cycling machine, pedaling leisurely, watching Gloria and I.

By the third set, we had increased the weight; I by 30-pounds, Gloria by 15.
"I can't believe how strong you are," Gloria said. I smiled and said, "I guess
it's the heavy lifting and good genetics, but you do pretty well yourself."
"Thanks," she said, "I try and keep in shape. By working out, it helps with my
sexual performance." I must have looked surprised because she said, "I have to
keep Roger and anyone else happy, besides, I'm a therapist, so I deal with
many personality disorders and traits, some sexual in nature." I laughed
lightly, my workout forgotten, and said, "I consider myself a bit of a sex
therapist," and laughed again, "Although I don't consider sex a disorder."
"Generally, it's not," Gloria said, "but I can tell you there are some
'twisted' people out there."

'I wonder if she would consider me, twisted,' I thought, 'well, one way to
find out.' I said, "I'm all about control," I said, "that's my life. I get off
on controlling the sex, men and women. Would you consider me 'twisted'?" She
studied me a moment and then looked around and said, "This isn't the most
ideal place for a therapy session." "Perhaps not," I said, "but watch, it is a
good place for a demonstration."

I stepped close to Gloria and lightly kissed her neck and casually placed a
hand on her left breast. I felt her nipple stiffen under the fabric of her
halter top and I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. "Hmm," she moaned
lightly as I continued to kiss her neck.

I slid my hand under her top and placed my palm on her breast, kneading it.
With my other hand, I slid it down her stomach under the waistband of her
spandex shorts. My fingertip came in contact with her clit and it was as if a
small electric current ran through her body. I slid my hand that had been
cupping her breast across her oblique's to the small of her back and pressed
her even closer to my body. She put her hands on my hips.

"Do I make you hot, Gloria?" I asked softly. "Hm-hmm," she moaned. I took her
earlobe between my lips, and then whispered, "Do you want to make love to me,
Gloria?" "Uh-huh," she said softly. I slipped a finger into her vagina and she
rose up on her tiptoes.

"What do you want me to do to you, Gloria," I asked in a whisper, as I gently
ran my finger in and out. "Take me," she whispered, "screw me." I smiled and
whispered back, "Let's go to your cabin." She managed to say, "Uh huh," and I
stole a glance at the middle-age man and the petite woman. Both had suspended
their workouts and were outwardly watching Gloria and me.

I smiled at them and withdrawing my hand from Gloria's shorts, stuck my finger
into my mouth and pretended to suck her juices. With my free hand, I waved to
the pair. The woman was so surprised, she actually waved back. Gloria and I
left the gym.

We took the elevator to Gloria's floor and she led me down the corridor.
Gloria and Roger were one floor above Jack and I. She opened the door to her
and Roger's suite. Their room had two king size beds and a larger veranda than
our stateroom.

As soon as we were through the door, Gloria turned to me and hugged me,
kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth and her hands lifting my T-shirt
over my head. "Quick, take your shorts off!" she said, as she pulled her
halter top over her head. Her large breasts were marred only by the triangular
tan line where a bathing suit top had covered her large areola. She wiggled
her hips as she slid her spandex shorts down. I was pleased to see, like me,
she was free of pubic hair, another small triangle of tan line where it
undoubtedly would have been.

We stood naked looking at each other. She was truly beautiful. I felt the
familiar stirring of excitement in my clit. Gloria noticed it too as her eyes
traveled down to my pubis. "Wh, what's that?" she asked. I smiled and said,
"My clit, baby, I thought you wanted me to make love to you." "But, it's," she
said, and then repeated, "It's getting bigger." "Yes," I said, "Do you like my
cock, Gloria?" Her eyes were riveted to my pelvis as my clit continued to
grow. Nearly erect, I grasped my shaft and stroked myself to erection. Gloria
licked her lips and said, "I've never seen a clit as big as yours, Xena, may
I?" I nodded.

Gloria squatted in front of me and delicately took my clit between her thumb
and forefinger examining it. I felt her squeeze, gently at first and then
harder. She stood up but continued to hold my clit. "You are an amazing
woman," she said and put her freehand on my chest, moving it in small circles.
"I understand your need for dominance," Gloria said, "Do you feel the need for
violence?" She let go of my clit and now ran her hands down my sides to my
hips. 'Violence,' I thought. "Sometimes," I said in response to her question,
"but not always."

She slowly walked around me, her hand never leaving my body. "When, when do
you feel like being violent, Xena?" Gloria asked. "Hmm," I said as her hand
passed over my butt. "When people want to push me around, when they do wrong,"
I said. "Do wrong?" she asked, as her hand was on my abs. "You know," I said,
"when they break the law, do something that isn't normal." She smiled at me
and said, "Give me an example, Xena," and she leaned forward and lightly
kissed the top of my sternum.

"Just on this trip, on one of the shore excursions, a fellow passenger was
drunk." I said. Gloria was now in the space between my breasts, kissing
lightly. "He was making an ass of himself and being obnoxious to the help."
Her kisses were warm and soft, now at the top of my eight-pack abdominals. "I
had him away from the crowd when he hit me in the jaw."

Gloria stopped and looked up at me. "Did he hurt you, Xena?" she asked. I
laughed lightly and said, "No, not really, but his punch took me by surprise."
"Go on," she said and began to kiss my abs again, working her way slowly down
my body. "I hit him, but only once," I said, "I fractured his jaw, knocked out
a few teeth and gave him a black eye. He's still in sick bay." Gloria was now
on her knees, kissing around my navel. I felt her tongue dart into the hollow
of my navel.

She stopped and looking up, I could feel her breath on my pussy. "You wanted
to hit him more, didn't you?" she asked. "Uh-huh," I said, barely able to
control myself from not throwing this beauty on the bed and impaling her with
my 'she-cock'. "Yes, I wanted to beat the crap out of him, the obnoxious pig,"
I said.

Her hand was once again lightly stroking my shaft and I could feel her breath
on my clit. "You did the right thing, Xena," she said, "you held your emotions
in check, just like now. And just like now, you will have a chance to act on
those emotions, those desires." I looked down at her and she kissed my clit,
and then took me in her mouth. I entwined her hair in my fingers and as she
masterfully brought me to a climax, I rewarded her with a gush of my juices.
If she was repulsed, she didn't show it.

With a hand on each side of her jaw, I lifted her to her feet and lapped my
juices from her cheek. "Do you feel better, Xena?" Gloria asked. I did, I felt
at peace. "Yes," I said, "I do, thank you." "Good," she said and placing a
hand on each side of my chest, pushed me backward until I came in contact with
the bed. I fell backwards with Gloria straddling my hips.

Looking at her straddling me, my clit became erect once more. Without saying a
word she lowered herself onto me and continued until she had her head nestled
in the crook of my neck, her blonde hair cascading over my chest. I stroked
her hair as I began to slowly piston my hips. "Hmm," she said, "You feel good
inside of me, Xena."

For the next half hour we were locked in each other's arms. "Do you think we
should see what Roger and Jack are up to?" I asked. "I suppose," Gloria said,
"although I much prefer to stay here with you," as she got off the bed. She
opened one of the dresser drawers, pulling out a pair of jeans and stepped in
to them.

"You wore me out," I said, getting to my feet. She smiled and said, "Not so
tough now, huh?" I laughed and said, "Don't push me, baby," and wrapped my
arms around her. "Hey, careful," Gloria said, "You'll break my back." I
relaxed my hold on her and stepped into my gym shorts and pulled my T-shirt
over my head.

"So, what is you and Roger's relationship like," I asked. She gave a sly smile
and said, "Roger is a well-known plastic surgeon, highly sought after and
quite talented in his field. But he has 'a thing' for beautiful, strong women
and that's why he hasn't taken his eyes off of you since we ran into each
other." I chuckled and said, "He's not alone, I find," and I flexed, watching
my bicep peak, "but who could resist these babies?" Gloria snapped the top
button of her jeans and kissed my bicep and said, "Not me, love," and
chuckled, "and what about you and Jack, what's your relationship like?"

"Jack is an attorney, he's done well for himself," I said, "he has certain
'needs' shall we say, and I fulfill those needs. He's also a talented lover
and that fulfills my needs." "I see," Gloria said, "Roger also has the same
'needs' if those needs are to be dominated. What if we swap tonight, I know
Roger would love that and I deserve to reward him for taking me on this
cruise." "I can do that," I said, "Jack thinks you're pretty hot," and then
added, "Actually we both do." Gloria smiled and gave me a quick kiss, and then
said, "Let's go find the boys."

We went to the stern of the ship where the men said they were going to be
skeet shooting. No one was there. Gloria and I walked into the nearest lounge
and found Jack and Roger sitting in a booth. Gloria slid in next to Roger and
I next to Jack.

"You two look relaxed," Roger said. I looked at Gloria and we laughed. "We
are," I said, "How was skeet shooting?" "Good," Jack said, "I actually tried
it, although I only managed to hit one of the five pigeons they tossed up.
Roger is the real expert." "How did you do, honey," Gloria asked. "Five for
five," he said, "I even did a second flight and got three out of five."

"May I get you ladies anything?" the waiter asked. "Nothing for me," Gloria
said. "Me neither," I said. "I'll take the check then," Roger said and the
waiter disappeared.

The waiter brought the bill for the drinks that Jack and Roger had. "You
know," Roger said, "we should stay in touch when we get back home, we're just
down the 405 in Newport Beach," and he took a business card from his wallet.
Picking up the pen that the waiter had left, Roger said, "I'll just jot our
home number on the back." He handed the business card to Jack and signed the
check.

We left the lounge and stepped out onto the deck. The weather had turned cool
and dark clouds obscured the sun. "Looks like our sunny weather is behind us,"
I said. "Welcome home," Gloria said sarcastically and gave a soft laugh.

We strolled by one of the swimming pools and people were beginning to leave.
"Looks like a good time to go back to the cabin and pack our bags," I said. "I
think so," Gloria said, "Come up to our cabin when you're done."

Jack and I packed, leaving out what we'd wear off the ship tomorrow. We would
be pulling into Miami in the morning and we had to sit our suitcases in the
hall tonight. As we changed, I said, "Wait till you see their stateroom. They
have two king size beds." I simply wore a beach cover-up and Jack had on
shorts and loafers.

Jack knocked on Roger and Gloria's door. Roger let us in. Gloria was still
putting her clothes in a large suitcase. She was taking care to fold each
item. "Gloria is still packing," Roger said, stating the obvious. Jack and
Roger sat in two arm chairs, while I sat on the edge of the bed watching
Gloria. She was now folding her bathing suits and putting the corresponding
tops with the bottoms. "I like that one," I commented as she held up a
metallic turquoise suit and matching top. The bottom had a buckle on the side,
so that it was somewhat adjustable. She threw it to me and said, "Here, try it
on, if it fits, you can keep it, I don't know why I even brought it."

I stood and stepped into the bottom of the bikini, and then pulled my cover-up
over my head. Roger's eyes went wide as he took in my bare chest and
abdominals. I needed to tighten the buckles on the side. "Tie me," I said to
Jack and he got up and tied the strings around my back and behind my neck. I
turned to face him, "What do you think," I asked. "That looks great with your
tan, Xena," Jack said. "It looks great on you," Gloria added. I looked at
Roger and said, "What do you think?" "You look amazing, Xena," Roger said. I
smiled, "Thank you," and then turned to Gloria, "are you sure you don't want
it?" She smiled and said, "I must have a hundred bathing suits, what's one
less?" "We don't wear suits when we're by the pool," Jack said. "I can see
that," Roger commented still looking at me admiring myself in the mirrored
closet door.

I turned to Roger and tensed my abdominals and watched his eyes widen. I ran
my fingertips over my taut muscles under my skin. "I like the way the metallic
blue contrasts with my tan, don't you, Roger?" "Huh," he said. "I said I like
the color next to my skin," I repeated. "Yes, it looks fantastic," he managed
to say.

"Come on, Jack," Gloria said, tossing a final bathing suit into her suitcase,
"let's go to your cabin and let Roger and Xena get to know each other," and
then to me she said softly, "be gentle," then taking Jack by the hand, led him
from the stateroom.

Once the door closed behind Gloria and Jack, I locked it, and turned to Roger
and said, "OK, big boy, get undressed." His eyes darted from the door to me
and I said as I walked toward him slowly, "Look, I'm only going to say things
once, now get undressed. I'm doing this for Gloria." I stopped in front of him
and looked down. Roger was several inches shorter than me.

To be continued ...