My Wife Can Kick Your Husband's Ass Pt. 2, Beth
by Musclehead



When Miranda told Beth about her and Todd give a wrestling demonstration for
Bill, something about the whole scene lit a fire in Beth. "So, it excited
Bill, would you say?"

"He came in his pants watching me destroy Todd. And of course, Todd came too.
He's a really strong guy, but he couldn't do anything to defend himself
against me. Imagine what you could do to Bill. I don't think you've really dug
deep and realized your true strength yet. Bill is way behind you as far as
that goes, not even close and one might think that he's going outside himself
in order to not be extremely embarrassed by the differences between you and
him."

That night, Beth wanted to see if she could make happen with Bill what had
happened to Todd. Even a very strong man like Todd revealed through his
uncontrolled reaction how exciting he found it to be overpowered by an even
stronger woman. His reaction was undeniably sexual even as she physically
humiliated him. Beth knew right from the start that Bill would have no chance
against her, that she was easily twice as strong. Her goal was not to just
beat him, she was sure that that would be easy enough. She just wanted to see
how aroused she could get him. But in the throes of their mismatch she found
that she herself was getting more excited than she could have imagined.

Bill didn't quite understand why she suddenly wanted competition with him, so
she explained. "Miranda told me about what happened this afternoon. Did it
turn you on how incredible she is, so strong at so young an age that she could
easily defeat a really powerful guy like Todd? Or was it her awesomely muscled
body?"

"I like your awesomely muscled body more."

"Good answer. Now let's see if I can elicit the same reaction you had watching
when you're actually involved." Bill was getting erect just looking at her,
and who could blame him, she had a beautiful strong body, in peak condition,
not as thick as Miranda, but the only person who was close was her mom, Amy.
But Beth was a formidable woman, and even men who might find Miranda and Amy
to be a bit much, couldn't help being drawn to Beth's muscular beauty like a
moth to flame.

She was wearing white thong underwear and a tanktop cut off high enough to
show her strong core and some rather pronounced underboob. Bill would have
been aroused in any case, but the prospect of seeing what this capable female
athlete could do had him even more worked up than usual, especially since it
was going to involve physical contact with him. For her part, Beth was
bouncing back and forth from one foot to the other, rubbing her hands in
anticipation. Was it adrenaline or estrogen, or both?

"Bill, we both know that I'm somewhat stronger than you, so why don't you make
the first move."

"We both know that you're a lot more than just somewhat stronger, and I don't
know anything about wrestling."

"Neither do I, but you at least got to see two wrestlers in action today, I
didn't. Come on, let's go." Proving that he really didn't know anything, he
came in high, and Beth naturally went low, reaching out with her right hand
and grabbing him behind the knee as her left hand went around behind his
waist. As she pulled up on the knee, he became somewhat airborne. She could
have simply driven him to the floor, but instead, she put her shoulder into
his solar plexis and lifted him, driving forward towards the wall.

Bill was stunned by how powerfully she slammed his back against the drywall,
so she pressed her advantage, standing up straight and holding him on her
shoulder. She rearranged her hands on either side of his waist and then just
threw him off and away like his weight was about fifteen pounds instead of a
hundred and seventy. He immediately got to his feet and came back at her, this
time lower, but showing quickness and good improvisation skills, she grabbed
his arm and pulled. They both rolled and when they came to rest, she had her
legs around his waist and he was facing away from her.

She reached forward and wrapped her right arm backwards around his head from
the left, her triceps across his face, and pulled him back in a reverse
headlock. Bill's hands were free and he ineffectually pulled at her arm as she
relentlessly bent him back over her hip. In his efforts to extricate himself
from her dual hold, his legs started to thrash about. She caught one with her
free hand and pulled it up and over him towards his head. Now it was a triple
hold. To make matters worse, while she kept his waist clamped with her thighs,
she was able to maneuver her calves into place around his free leg.

A quadruple hold, as devastating as anything Miranda had done to Todd. And
then she poured on the pressure, legs twisted away from each other, his
midsection squeezed to the point where he was having trouble breathing, and
his upper body being pulled relentlessly back, away from the rest of his body.
He felt like he was being torn in half and having the life squeezed out of him
at the same time.

While Miranda had kicked Todd's ass pretty convincingly, and she was a lot
clearly stronger than him, she was not twice as strong, and Todd was able to
withstand a lot of punishment before Miranda ended it. With Bill, no such
luck. The differences between him and Beth were much greater than between Todd
and Miranda, and she had basically ended this fight with her overpowering
strength in less than two minutes, rendering him helpless and hurting. For
someone who had never wrestled, she had come up with an unbreakable hold that
was as punishing as imaginable. Even Todd wouldn't have been able to escape
from it.

But she certainly wasn't done. She let him go and he flopped onto his back.
Climbing on, and pinning him to the floor with her hands around his upper
arms, she pushed her upper body up to arm's length, her triceps exploding in
detail. He looked up at her face which had transformed into the visage of a
wild sexual savage, at once beautiful and frightening. Even though her look
scared him, her hard body pushing down on his erection caused him an intense
eruption.

This is what Beth wanted, to see if she could make him come, but she had
misjudged her own response to this physical stimuli. She was now out of her
head with arousal and poor Bill was about to bear the brunt of her strength
manifested in unending sexual combat for the next several hours. The fact that
this was a total mismatch as far as strength was concerned only made it better
for her. And in addition, Bill had only been a runner. Beth's athletic past
included doing field hockey, swimming and track and field, where she had been
not a runner like Bill, but a pole-vaulter, an event requiring great
all-around skills as well as overall physical strength, especially in the
upper body.

So, even if she hadn't been so much stronger than him, she was more of an
athlete. As it was, that athleticism combined with that immense strength
difference made this wrestling match turned sexual confrontation about as one
sided as it could get, even more so than Miranda and Todd's encounter. She
absolutely overwhelmed him right from the start, and things just escalated
from there. By the end of the evening, Beth was a different person and it's
hard to conceive that Bill was in the condition he was in due to sex.

Beth had always been a confidant woman. Indeed, all the men and women who do
crossfit are. And she had known since high school that she was stronger than
an average guy, even bigger guys. But since she started doing crossfit, she
had gotten quite a bit stronger than say, a much bigger man who didn't work
out. But this was different. After all, Bill was doing crossfit now, and while
by no stretch of the imagination was he yet a member of the elite crowd,
strength-wise, he was quite a ways beyond anyone who didn't work out
regularly. And she totally dominated him, totally. This was great.

The next day, Beth's new-found confidence in her power led her to snatch-lunge
that seventy pound dumbbell with more authority than she had the fifty-fiver
just a few days before. Thanks to Miranda's suggestion, Beth was a woman
transformed. And Bill, well, Bill had to take off a couple of days from work
in order to recover. Beth felt a little bad about being so rough on him, but
just a little. And he told her that it was alright, that even though he was
bruised and sore, it certainly had still been the sexual experience of a
lifetime for him as well.

Still, Beth could tell by looking at him that he needed to get a lot stronger,
fast, if they were going to have any more encounters like that. And she knew
that she wanted more of them, her loins ached for more. They had their old
style of sex a few nights later, when he felt ready, and while it was very
nice, now that she had had the wilder kind, she wasn't nearly as turned on as
she had been that previous night.

So what was she going to do? Other guys? She wasn't married to Bill or
anything. She knew that he was monogamous. After all, he had told her that he
couldn't believe his good fortune to be with someone so awesome after a long
drought. And Beth herself didn't sleep around a lot, but this urge to
physically and sexually conquer was new and startlingly intense. She was
finding herself thinking about it night and day.

She decided to talk to Bill about the situation. After all, they had grown
close and were very open with each other. She gave him a call and asked if she
could come over to discuss their "wrestling situation" as she called it. To
her surprise, his solution was that they just keep doing it. "It'll toughen me
up." He was gonna need it. They stripped down and within minutes, he was on
his back and she was slamming her pussy down on his face, while she folded him
in half, her hands on his ankles and wrists, pinned to the floor above his
head. To make things worse, she shot her legs back and wrapped the around his
mid-section, so she was not just squeezing him, but almost all her weight was
on his face. And then she started slamming up and down on his head as the
sensations to her pussy got stronger and stronger.

In the throes of her first orgasm, she squeezed his torso so hard, he passed
out. She felt his body go limp. "Gotta get ahold of yourself, girl," she said
out loud, knowing that she could hurt him really bad or worse. She let him go
and kneeled next to him, looking in horror at the bruises already forming on
his waist. But as her eyes wandered down to that big erection, she could see
the veins throbbing and she knew he wasn't dead.

She had to find a way to control herself while still demonstrating her awesome
strength. When Bill awoke, he was being held crossways across her awesome
tits. Still kneeling, Beth lifted him a little higher took Bill's bad boy into
her mouth then arched back, holding his entire bodyweight as she cantilevered
her powerful torso back, an unbelievable display of power. Then she pressed
him up and down, his dick going in and out until he erupted like a geyser.
When he was finished, she simply threw him off, back behind her.

So taken by her own abilities, Beth was once again losing control as she
pounced on Bill. He was on his stomach when she landed in a sitting position
on his ass. Lifting his upper body off the floor, Beth slowly stood,
straddling him as she bent his body back farther and farther until he was on
his knees, looking up at the ceiling. She then shoved his face into her
dripping pussy and slid back down to her knees. She forced his hands to the
floor on either side of him. He couldn't move a muscle except his tongue,
which he willingly got busy with.

They both came at the same moment, Bill once again paying homage to her
awesomeness with his no hands ejaculatory salute. Beth let go of his arms and
he wrapped them around her muscular thighs. Was it to make himself less
uncomfortable? Maybe, but it was so he could get better leverage to plunge his
tongue further in. "He's really getting into being dominated as much as I'm
getting into to overpowering him," she thought to herself. Her hands went to
her breasts to further the wonderful sensations as Bill dutifully slurped
away.

In spite of the fact that she was bouncing up and down, he seemed to be able
to take it. Through her sexual fog, Beth realized that it had been just a
couple of weeks ago when she really roughed him up. Maybe he realized what she
was capable of and was better prepared this time. After three or four massive
orgasms, during which time Bill barely took a rest, suddenly Beth felt
something warm and sticky splattering all over her magnificent torso. She
opened her eyes just in time to see the last twitchings of his cock as he
finished shooting his load. Once again, his hands were still on her thighs.
"He worships me. He fucking worships me. I am an all-powerful sex goddess."

It occurred to Beth that while Bill had nowhere near her formidable strength
or athleticism, he had to be in very good shape to stay in that position and
take the relentless pounding for such a long time. "His legs must be burning
up by now. Still keeping his face buried, she leaned forward and massaged his
thighs then took him into her mouth once again, his reward for being so
dutiful and having such a talented tongue. Then she went back to ceaselessly
grinding her pussy on his face for a while longer and continuing to cause Bill
to have almost as many orgasms as she was having, so taken by her power,
nothing ever touching his dick.

Finally sated, she lay down next to him and gently caressed his lean body. It
suddenly dawned on her. She didn't have a problem. If she wanted to
wrestle-fuck with another man, she would do it. Not only would Bill have no
say in the matter, but if she told him to be waiting for her when she wanted
to come and sexually dominate him again, he'd do it without hesitation,
because she was stronger than him, much much stronger. And the strong rule.

The next day, Beth asked Miranda how she thought she would do against someone
like Todd, and would Miranda mind? "Do whatever you want, Beth. Isn't that one
of the percs of being a powerful woman?"

"Yeah, but I'm not in your league when it comes to strength."

"But you're in his. And besides, I'm too young to have sex and I know Todd's
dying to fuck a strong, capable woman."

"I'm hoping that it'll be me fucking him, not the other way around."

"That's the right attitude."

Miranda offered to Beth some personal training for a few of weeks, guaranteed
to boost her power by 10-15%. Beth eagerly accepted the offer.

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