My Wife Can Kick Your Husband's Ass - revised 
by Musclehead



That's what it said across the back of the guy's tee-shirt. And it said
"Crossfit Greenville" underneath it. He was certainly big enough to kick just
about anyone's ass. His chest and arms filled the shirt and it was somewhat
tight down his tapered torso. He was standing at the paint counter in the
local Lowes while the guy behind the counter shook several gallons of paint in
the automatic mixer.

The guy was about six feet and it looked like about two twenty of power. What
was this crossfit stuff? Bill was about to go over and ask the guy when she
appeared from down the aisle where the rollers and other accessories were.
Instantly, Bill knew that the t-shirt hadn't lied. She had short blond hair
and tattoos. Her shoulders were almost as wide as his. Even though it was
somewhat deceptive thinking that she looked as big as him, she was still
plenty big. About five-nine and easily one-eighty, big arms, big round
shoulders, muscular, but not in a bodybuilder sort of way, just strong
looking, very strong looking.

She had on short raggedy cutoffs to go with the t-shirt that had the sleeves
ripped off. Not cut off, ripped off. One thing that was bigger on her than her
husband was her legs, massive thighs. Bill thought they might be almost as big
around as his skinny waist. Oh yeah, one other thing, The back of her t-shirt
said, "I got this ass from doing heavy squats", and "Crossfit Greenville".

The guy's size was intimidating, although he looked friendly enough. But there
are lots of big guys around. There aren't too many women that looked like her,
and she didn't look as friendly, so Bill decided against approaching them.
He'd just have to google the word to find out what this crossfit was. He
waited patiently for his turn, even though they usually waited on him more
quickly since he was a painting contractor, but today was a holiday and it was
hot so he decided to wait his turn since there were a lot of people there and
they might think he was butting in.

Still, the whole time he was there, he kept stealing glances at her. She still
had a very female like body in spite of its size and musculature. There was
something very alluring about her. As they turned to leave, she caught Bill's
eye. He tried to look away, but glancing down, emblazoned across the tee shirt
on a good sized set of tits it said, "My snatch is awesome".

When he got home, he went straight to his computer. It was easy to find lots
of info. It seemed that crossfit was a type of working out, but this was no
toning or "shape up for summer" type program, this was serious stuff and some
of these people, men and women seemed tremendously fit and frighteningly
strong, women included. It was almost a cult as well with its stars, like
"Iceland Annie" and Camille. Bill had always worked out, but he was an
ectomorph and though he was fit and reasonably strong, nobody would put him in
the "very strong" category. He thought about finding one of these gyms and was
somewhat taken aback as to how expensive they were to join when he found on in
his town.

Then, so much work started pouring in to his painting business that joining a
crossfit gym or any other kind went to the back burner for a while, almost
forgotten about until the call came in. Some people had bought a whole lot of
paint and were going to paint their house themselves, then decided to hire a
contractor to do the job. When he went to their house to give them an
estimate, she answered the door, the big woman with the tattoos, she was
wearing those same shorts, but she had on a long sleeve shirt that hid her
arms.

She smiled a friendly smile, recognizing him as quickly as he had her, from
the day in the paint store when she caught him checking her out. Bill was
uncomfortable that she had caught him staring that day and she sensed his
unease at the moment. "Don't worry Mr. Webber, I won't eat you. I'm Amy by the
way."

"But you could eat me, or rather "Kick My Ass" like your husband's shirt
said."

"Yes, I'm sure I could. But hey, this is the twenty-first century, women work
out too. Plus I probably outweigh you by twenty pounds."

"And you do that crossfit stuff, right?"

"Well, yeah, actually my husband and I own the local crossfit gym. But let's
get down to business, okay?" He nodded in agreement. He scoped out the house,
starting in the front where they were standing on the front porch, and then
made their way around to the back. The back yard looked like an outdoor gym.
Chinning bars, a climbing rope, rings, mats and dumbbells and kettlebells
strewn everywhere plus two huge truck tires. "We do some training here as
well," she explained.

When he gave her the price, she was somewhat taken aback. "That's higher than
I expected."

"I know how you feel, I checked out the local Crossfit Gym, the one you own,
although I didn't know it at the time. I was kind of shocked at how much it
costs. I was mostly curious, I'm a runner and I have done some lifting in the
past, but I just don't seem to be the body type to be able to gain much in the
way of muscle or real strength."

Crossfit is unlike anything you've ever tried. Believe me, endo-, ecto-,
mesomorph, it doesn't matter. We have women in our class who are built like
you who can lift one and a half times their bodyweight over their heads." She
stopped talking for a minute and looked him up and down. "Are you really
interested in doing crossfit?"

"I can't afford it."

"Well, I'll make you a deal, if you can lower your price for the painting by
let's say, 25%, we'll give you 2 free months membership at the gym."

"I can do 20%."

"Okay, sounds fair. You'll have to come to the novice class at first."

"Makes sense." She walked over to where there was a twenty-five pound dumbbell
lying on the mat. Picking it up, she held it with her arm hanging down at her
side. She suddenly brought the weight up, kind of hopping off the ground in
sync with the weight flying up, until it was pressed over her head. Placing it
back on the ground, she motioned for Bill to try it. He couldn't do it.

So she picked it up again. "Try it this way, it's easier." She started with
the dumbbell at her shoulder then pressed it up. After she handed it to Bill,
Amy stepped back and watched as he struggled, but successfully pressed the
weight over his head. "Okay, no offense, but there's a lot of technique
involved and without enough of a base of strength, injuries can occur. You'll
have to start in the beginner's class."

"That's alright. I guess I have a long way to go, but if it works it's worth
it."

"Oh, it works all right." As she spoke, she was unbuttoning her shirt.
Underneath, she had on a tanktop, cutoff. Her core was astounding, not all
ripped or anything, but certainly no fat, just thick powerful muscles, abs,
obliques, the works. She went over and picked up a hundred pound dumbbell, her
left arm bulging from the effort, and then she did the first move, explosively
thrusting the dumbbell over her head.

She dropped the weight to the ground as Bill stood dumbfounded. "I'm right
handed, and by the way, Mr. Webber, Bill, I can kick my own husband's ass as
well."

"I'm totally intimidated."

"Don't worry, I'm gentle as a lamb. When you're as strong as I am you almost
never have to use your power on anyone, and I can't really kick his ass, be he
can't kick mine either."

The next week Bill came for his first workout. The group seemed to be mostly
high school kids, and even though they were beginners, everyone was stronger
than Bill. It didn't matter if it was boys or girls, big or small, they were
all pretty strong. Frank, Amy's husband re-assured Bill that these young
people had a jump on him. "They've been doing the class for six weeks."

"That's all. They must have been doing other stuff before they started here."

"Probably some of them, but not all. See that girl over there. Her name is
Rose. When she came in here, she couldn't lift a ten pound dumbbell over her
head. Now, only six weeks later she's doing snatches with a twenty-five
pounder, the same weight that Amy told me you couldn't do."

"I'll have to remember to thank Amy for telling people about that." He looked
over at the girl that Frank was talking about. "Jeeze, she can't weight more
than a hundred pounds. I weigh a hundred and seventy and she's stronger than
me? Makes me feel like a ninety-eight pound weakling."

"Oh, don't worry about it. Everybody is everybody's pal around here. We don't
compete with each other, at least not like other types of sports, there's a
real camaraderie around here. We all push each other and we all are happy for
each other when people accomplish their goals."

A couple of weeks later, Bill had made significant improvement. He indeed had
gotten stronger, but so had everyone so he was still a little behind. Some of
the people in his class, including that little sprite, had moved into the
novice class. As he was leaving one day, another group of people was coming
in, including some people who looked to be as young as those in the beginner's
classes. As Bill was checking out a very hot, very athletic woman who appeared
to be in her late twenties, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going.
And he walked right into a wall and was knocked on his ass.

As he sat up, a somewhat high pitched voice rang out, "Sorry mister, I wasn't
paying attention to where I was going, are you okay?" While Bill was
contemplating the hot twenty-something, pondering how much stronger than him
she probably was, he hadn't walked into a wall, but a girl who couldn't have
been more than sixteen or seventeen, and even though she appeared to be about
the same height as Rose, but probably weighed a good thirty pounds more. It
was hard to tell, because she was wearing sweats, but she was pretty stocky.

And when he bumped into her, down he went, though he was quite a bit bigger
than her. Although her apology was friendly enough, the way she looked at him
almost frightened him. Then she smiled and offered him a hand up, almost
yanking him to his feet with startling power.

A few days later, he ran into the woman that he had been checking out from
that class in the grocery store. They were both buying lots and lots of eggs,
something Amy and Frank had said would help Bill in gaining lean muscle mass.
They got to talking about crossfit and she, Beth, told him that she was doing
sixty pounders in the snatch and that that was the advanced class.

"But there were high schoolers in there."

"Yeah, and some of them are amazing."

"Well it seems like you are too, judging by how much more you can lift than
me." Bill and Beth really hit it off and though he was a beginner and she was
advanced, neither had a problem with that. They both had busy schedules but
arranged to have a date in a few weeks.

At the end of two months, Bill was noticeably stronger, more muscular and
heavier. He and Beth were somewhat of an item now. The sex was really great.
Bill had always been attracted to athletic women but had never actually been
fortunate enough to score with one. And now, well, it was beyond his
expectations. Both were mutually satisfying lovers, and though Beth was still
quite a bit stronger than Bill, she never tried to dominate him or anything
like that. But still, sometimes he was shocked by her power when she was in
the throes of ecstasy. Plus, she could simply do things sexually that average
women were simply incapable of, and she could go on for a very long time.

He did a great job of painting Amy and Frank's house, so they decided to have
him paint the inside of the house, and he continued to have privileges at
their gym. And then the pranks started. One day he found his van moved about
twenty feet in their driveway. The keys weren't in it, so it had to have been
pushed, and it had been moved uphill. Chuckling to himself, he assumed that
Amy and Frank had done it, although it did occur to him that the possibility
existed that either was might be strong enough to do it themselves. And
thinking back to that day in the Lowes, the only time he had seen Frank and
Amy together, he remembered that her legs were bigger than his, and were all
muscle.

But he had thought he was alone at the house. Maybe it hadn't been moved.
Maybe he had parked it uphill all along. But there was no mistaking that
something was up a few days later when he came out to his van and one of those
huge tires was leaning against the front of his van and the other one was
blocking the back doors. He tried in vain to move them. Each one weighed about
three hundred and fifty pounds.

So he laughed then called out, "Okay, Frank, Amy, or whichever or both. Good
joke. Now come and help me move these please. I assume you're watching and
having a good laugh." Dead silence. And then, she stepped out from behind a
tree. The girl who had bumped into him and knocked him on his butt a couple
months before. She had that look in her eye that for some reason sent shivers
down his spine. Then she slowly walked over to one of the tires, placed her
hands on the top, and shoved it out of the way, then did the other. She turned
and smiled at Bill and then left.

The next day, Bill told Amy of the incident. "Oh, that's our little Miranda,
our daughter. She's just teasing you. She does like to intimidate people."

"She's very strong."

"That's an understatement."

Bill stayed in the novice class for quite a while. He was making great
progress, but there were still lots of things he couldn't do. Frank sensed his
frustration so he invited him to do one workout with one of the advanced
groups, but it was not one that included Beth, or Miranda. Beth had been doing
crossfit for four years and Miranda had been doing it for most of her life,
not all but things like rope climbing and other stuff that didn't require
weights until she hit puberty. Her parents knew well enough that that can be
detrimental before that.

Bill found out quickly why he wasn't ready. One of the movements required a
one arm dumbbell snatch and a lunge to be done at the same time. It was the
hardest thing he had ever done. When he was only able to complete five in a
row with a fifteen pound dumbbell, he suddenly felt weak again. Later that
night he brought it up with Beth. "I know what you mean Bill, it's incredibly
hard. The first time I tried it I only managed five or six of them."

"With how much weight?"

"A twenty-fiver. I can do forty now. You should see Miranda, she can do them,
ten in a row, with fifty pounds." Suddenly Bill thought to himself that he
probably should never make Miranda angry.

Whenever Miranda found Bill alone at the house, painting, she would do things
to make it clear to him how strong she was. She never showed much as far as
her body went other than her legs, which rivaled her mother's but
proportionally smaller. She knew he climbed the rope, but with a struggle, so
she'd climb it without using her legs and actually levering them out in front
of her. And she'd go twice as fast as he could. When she was sure he saw her,
she would do it thirty or forty times in a row, exhibiting not only much
greater strength but amazing endurance as well.

She never directly engaged Bill, than goodness for that, but she started
bringing guys over who were clearly older and always bigger than her, and then
do stuff like tire flipping races, or rope climbing contests, smoking the
older boys with ease. One day after a pretty strong looking guy pooped out
after doing close to twenty muscle-ups on the rings, Miranda did at least a
hundred, and Bill overheard her tell the guy that she could do even more. Then
one day when Bill was getting something from his van, Miranda came over to
him. "Bill can I show you something?"

"I don't really have time, Miranda."

"Look, I know you've seen me do some pretty amazing things, so you know I
could make you if I wanted to."

"Okay, I know. We don't have to get into anything like that." Bill was clearly
ill at ease with this young dynamo, so he decided to just go along to get
along. They went around to where all the exercise equipment was.

"Bill, I know that you and Beth are an item. I think it's pretty cool that
neither one of you are uptight about the fact that she's stronger than you.
Among guys who are my age, I haven't found anyone yet who's okay with that
situation. I mean, they're okay with it, but in my case it's almost too much
of a difference for most guys to handle." She looked almost sad about the
situation. "But I wouldn't change anything about who I am just because guys
have some hangups. Maybe I'll find someone like you someday."

"Well, I know that Beth is stronger than me, but I think not a huge amount,
and I think I'm closing the gap."

"Ya think?" She smiled. "You know that really hard thing where you do a
dumbbell snatch while lunging? I know it's really tough. What are you using
now? You know, how big a dumbbell?"

"Twenty-five."

"I think she's widening the gap. She does fifty-five."

"She told me she did forty."

"She was sparing your feelings. You know once you got the hang of it,
technique wise, you went up quickly. Like I'll bet you jumped from the fifteen
straight to the twenty-five?" He nodded. Well that's what she did, straight
from the twenty-five to the forty and now she's at fifty-five."

She told me you do fifties. She does more than you?" Before she could say
anything, he went on, "Well I guess that makes sense. She's older and bigger."

Miranda smiled at him once again, the friendly enough smile, but that look in
her eye once again frightened him. She pulled off her sweatshirt. Bill gasped
audibly eliciting a smug smirk from Miranda. She was wearing a short sleeve
tee shirt that had "your workout is my warm up" emblazoned across the front.
Her arms were just as awesome as her legs.

She went over to where the dumbbells were strewn on the lawn and picked up an
eighty-five pound dumbbell and proceeded to knock out ten perfect reps. Then
she smiled at Bill, turned and walked away while he stood there with his mouth
open and his painter's pants tented and damp. Suddenly she turned around. Did
she see that he was erect, did she notice the stain and if so, which bodily
fluid was it? She didn't let on like she noticed. She just called out. "How
tall are you, and how much do you weigh, Mr. Webber?"

"I'm about six feet and one-seventy, up ten from when I started crossfit."

"Still pretty thin. I hope the ten you added was muscle. The guy I'm bringing
over in a couple of days is one-eighty, but he's only five-seven, all muscle,
advanced crossfit." Then she turned and was gone.

He stood there wondering, what's she got up her sleeve? Is she going to have
this guy humiliate me? Kick my ass, as the crossfit people like to say? He
only had to wait two days for his answer.

It was hot out and Bill had his shirt off, something he probably wouldn't have
done two months ago. Even though he had moved on to painting inside, Amy had
found a few spots out in the back of the house that needed some touching up
and of course, Bill complied. Was it because he was scared of Amy? No, other
than her size and strength, she had given him no reason to be scared or even
intimidated. It was simply because Bill was and pro and always did things the
right way.

He came around the back and there stood Miranda with Todd, who looked to be
about twenty-one or two years old. Todd had on a tight t-shirt the said "go
heavy or go home" on it. "Perfect," said Miranda. "That makes it easier to
compare. Todd, take off your shirt." He really hadn't needed to, his shirt was
tight enough that you could tell he was pretty jacked. It was so tight that it
was hard to take off, so Miranda went over and yanked it over his shoulders,
almost causing him to stumble forwards.

"See what I mean, Mr. Webber. Now this is how a strong crossfit bod looks. You
have a ways to go."

"I know I do, you don't have to rub it in."

"I'm sorry, like I said yesterday, I know you're cool." Then she leaned in
looking closely at Bill's torso. "Oh, for a second I thought those were
obliques, but I can see that they're ribs. Ha, ha, ha."

"That was un-necessary."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help me self. Anyway, on to today's demonstration.
How'd you like to wrestle with Todd here?"

"I don't think so. I'm sure he'd kill me."

"That's what I thought you'd say." As she talked, Todd was stripping down to a
bathing suit and heading over to the mats. "That's alright Mr. Webber, he's
extremely strong." She stopped talking and started to take off her sweatpants,
that's when Bill noticed today's inscription running down the leg of her
sweats, "I know girls that warm up with your max". He had seen her massive
legs before, and her strong arms as well, but nothing had prepared him for
what he saw when she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Her powerful body
was incredible to say the least. Her trunk was not fitness model thin. It
actually had some thickness to it, due to the fact that each row of abdominal
muscles was rounded and pronounced. Her obliques were more detailed than he
had ever seen. The muscle separation everywhere was awesome.

Even though her midsection was so full, she still had quite a taper to her
body due to her amazingly wide shoulders and thick upper back. Nice sized, but
not overly large breasts really stood out due to the deep chest development.
And her suit was so tiny every detail of her perfect body was on display. She
was power personified. "Todd has ten pounds on you even though you're five or
six inches taller. And he only has twenty on me, in spite of the fact that
He's four inches taller than me."

"That's right, Mr. Webber, I'm five three and a hundred and sixty pounds. My
arms are as big as his and my legs are actually a little bigger around. And I
think my torso is better developed, what do you think?" Before he could
answer, she turned and trotted over to the mats as Bill stared at an amazingly
muscular ass, completely bare except for that little triangle just above the
glutes. The dimples where the glutes met her lower back were deep and the
indentations on the middle of each cheek pronounced.

She then proceeded to absolutely demolish Todd in a no holds barred wrestling
match, throwing him around like he was nothing. Crashing down on him, bending
his limbs like they were pipe cleaners, she completely overwhelmed him,
blowing through every move he made. Todd was an extremely strong guy and she
just toyed with him, completely unstoppable. At the end of this slaughter, she
had him in a sort of bear-hug, one arm wrenched behind his back and the other
caught in front of his chest, wedged between his body and hers. He was on his
back and she was on top of him, squeezing and pushing him into the mat.

With unbelievable power, she started to arch her back, pulling his upper body
off the ground. When she had enough clearance, she wrapped her legs around his
waist and started squeezing there too. Bill had not wanted to watch this, but
he couldn't tear his eyes away from this one girl wrecking machine. As Todd
struggled to extricate himself, Miranda looked over at Bill, smiled that smile
of hers that was at once friendly and intimidating. Then she started squeezing
even harder. Todd was starting to cry out just a little when suddenly, Miranda
torqued to the side and rolled them over so now she was on her back, and he
was on top of her.

But in spite of being on top, he was totally helpless. Miranda turned up the
pressure even more and started to thrash around to one side and the other.
After about a minute she stopped, loosened her holds and pushed Todd's
lifeless body to the side. She kipped up to her feet and came slowly walking
towards Bill. He was frozen in fear. "Is he dead?"

No, but he ejaculated in his shorts before he passed out. I felt it. You came
too." Suddenly Bill turned red with embarrassment. "You did yesterday also,
didn't you?"

"Why me? Why are you demonstrating your superiority to me?"

"Because you're here."

"Are you going to hurt me, Miranda?"

"No. That would be too easy. But, think of it, Mr. Webber, I am such a
physical phenomenon that I could have killed a very powerful man with my body,
while at the same time arousing him to the point where he comes in spite of
all his pain. This is so cool. I can't wait till I turn eighteen. Or maybe we
could move to Alabama where the age of consent is sixteen, then I'd only have
to wait one more year to sexually destroy some poor guy."

That night, after Beth told Bill that Miranda had told her about what had gone
on that afternoon, she wrestle-fucked him into submission, and after she wore
his dick out with non-stop fucking for two hours, she rode his face to many
sweet moments for another two. The next day she used a seventy pound dumbbell
while doing the snatch and lunge. She was wearing a tank top that said "I'm
pretty, and smart and I can kick my boyfriend's ass." Oh, yes, from that day
on Beth was dominating in the bedroom, very dominating.