Kim 
by Musclehead



Who would have thought four years ago that one comment would change their
lives so drastically. But it did. Let's start at the beginning. Paul and Kim
were a happily married blended family. They were in their late thirties. Paul
was a lawyer and a very good one, mostly doing consumer advocacy work,
defending people from big corporations who had done them wrong. He tried to
squeeze in workouts when he could, mostly running, and doing yard work on the
weekends, which he enjoyed doing along with Kim. He was about five-seven and a
hundred and sixty pounds, no ninety-eight pound weakling, but not an elite
athlete either. Actually, he stayed in pretty good shape for someone who was
so busy.

Kim was an inch taller than her husband, not super tall, but certainly unusual
for someone of Asian heritage. She had played tennis through her youth, but
after giving birth to Su those twelve years ago, she had stopped exercising to
concentrate on motherhood. And even though she was still doing that job, being
a mother that is, for Su and two step-sons, Rob, also twelve and Ken, ten,
since they were a little older, she now had more time for herself and had
started working out again. It helped that Paul did very well financially and
she didn't have to work. Kim played tennis three times a week for fun. She was
probably better than she had been when she was younger, probably because of
what her weight lifting did for her conditioning.

She had gone to seed, as so many mothers do, but now she was once again fit,
very fit indeed, probably in the best shape of her life. Everything was firm,
but her muscles only showed when in use. She had a flat stomach with a hint of
abs evident when she breathed deeply, round shoulders, a little bigger than
average arms and legs, and a butt that can only be described as perfect, those
tight little dimples above the glutes and her indentations in the middle
indicating no fat, only tight muscle. She loved her new body and the only
thing she might wish for was bigger breasts. Like most Orientals, they were on
the smallish side.

As to working out, she really didn't know what she was doing. She would just
mimic what other people at the gym did, usually watching guys working out,
incorrectly assuming they knew more just 'cause they were guys, and using
lighter weights than them, again making another miscalculation. But,
nevertheless, her body responded well, and after a year, she was, as
mentioned, fit and firm with a hint of muscle.

Then came the day that changed everything. It was a Sunday and Paul and Kim
had been working in the yard all day, building a stone retaining wall. Kim had
on a tank top and some short cutoffs, Paul also wearing a similar outfit,
although his cutoffs weren't as short. They were both sweaty from the hard
work, but whereas Paul's body showed no signs of the hard labor other than the
grime and the sweat, Kim was somewhat pumped from lifting the thirty pound
rocks all day. In fact, she was doing most of the hauling and he was doing the
setting, as he had more experience with that.

After three hours of hard work, they ran out of stone and went to get more.
The lady who was helping them at the store had some very obvious arm muscles,
quite a bit more pronounced than Kim. As she was helping load up, Kim
whispered to her, "I love your muscles."

"Yours looks pretty nice too. I can tell you hit the weights."

"How can you tell? I don't have muscles like you."

"True. But I can see a hint of roundness in your arms and legs." She reached
out and touched Kim's tummy. "Very firm. I'm a personal trainer, I can spot a
person who hits the weights a mile away."

"Why are you working here then if you're a personal trainer?"

"Years ago, there was this guy in one of those magazines who wasn't a
bodybuilder, he was a professional strongman. He used to say, "If you want to
get really strong, get a fuckin' job," pardon my French. So I work here part
time, just so I can heft stone all day. It helps, believe me. My husband also
loves my muscles. How about you?"

"Well, he does fondle my arms and legs as much as he does my breasts. And when
he does play with my breasts, he also rubs my tummy."

"Abs. I could feel them. By the way, that's a dead giveaway, He likes your
muscles. What about the rest?"

"What do you mean?"

"Does he mind that you're stronger than him?"

"What? I'm not stronger than him."

"Yes," she hesitated, for emphasis, "you are."

"But, he's a man."

"A muscle is a muscle. I've been doing this a long time, you know, training.
You're a natural and even if your muscles don't show very much,......yet,"
another pause for emphasis, "I could tell by their roundness and firmness that
you hit the weights. He doesn't lift, I can tell. Trust me. You're stronger
than you think you are. Find out how he feels."

Kim certainly knew how she felt. She was slightly turned by the thought of
being strong enough to be stronger than her beloved Paul.

On the way home, "Boy that woman sure had some muscles on her. What did you
think, Paul?"

"Well, gee, I don't know."

"I know I don't have muscles like her, but I have a little bit, don't you
think?"

"Yeah, you do."

"And you like mine, don't you? I mean, it never occurred to me until now, but
you fondle my arms and legs when we're having sex. And my butt. That's one
place where we can clearly tell there's muscle there. And you love my butt."

"Well then, I guess I do like your muscles. I sure do love how fit you are,
how firm everything is."

"Well, what about that woman?"

"What about her?"

"Did you like her muscles?"

Paul was really uncomfortable that his wife was asking him what he thought
about another woman's body. "Kim?" he pleaded.

"Do you think her muscles were attractive? Come on you can answer. Our
marriage is secure enough for that."

"Well, yeah, I guess they were attractive. Muscles are always more attractive
than fat."

When they got home, Paul said he was going to take a short nap. As he went in
the house it dawned on Kim that she certainly had more stamina than Paul,
"Maybe it's from my tennis playing," she thought, "or maybe it's from my
muscles and my weight lifting." Suddenly she shuddered and had a small orgasm
as she went to unload the pickup truck. For the next hour, Kim was in a zone,
using the rocks that she was unloading for an impromptu workout, squatting
with them, curling some of the smaller ones, feeling that they were heavier
than the weights she used at the gym. "Maybe I am stronger than I thought."

She laid down on the grass, so much into what she was doing that she didn't
notice the scratchiness, pulled a twenty or so pound rock onto her chest and
cranked out a bunch of crunches. She was getting more excited by the minute.
When she got up, she picked up a rock that had to weigh quite a bit, probably
about sixty-five pounds, and hoisted it up to her shoulders, before pressing
it over her head several times. When she finished, she was drenched in sweat.
Lifting her shirt to wipe her face, she was surprised to see some definition
in her abs from doing the weighted crunches. So she knotted the shirt up under
her breasts. Her nipples were poking through the damp cotton.

Kim was almost swooning at this point. "Time to find out," she thought as she
started to head towards the house. Then she noticed some of that scratchy
grass that had gotten into her shorts, so she peeled them off and headed into
the house, a tanned sweaty, pumped up woman in a tied up wet tank top and tiny
undies. Good thing the kids were at their Grandparent's house. She glanced at
her reflection in the glass patio door. "Pretty damn hot if I do say so
myself." She almost stopped to service herself right then and there. No, got
to get to Paul while he's still lying down.

She stood in the doorway to the bedroom, her legs spread out to the sides, her
arms up above her head, but also splayed out, touching the sides of the
doorframe. She didn't notice the late afternoon sun shining through the window
behind her, but Paul sure did. He felt like he was waking up from his nap to
see some warrior goddess stand there, the light beaming between her legs and
all around her hard body. "Paul, I'm so horny right now I can't stand it." She
sauntered to the foot of the bed, got on her hands and knees and moved towards
him like a cat, her limbs going to each side of him, stopping to caress his
dick before sitting down on his abdomen, her lower legs spread out to the
sides.

"What's got into you, dear? Not that I mind."

"Something that that woman at the store said, she panted, barely managing to
get the words out."

"My God, what could that be?"

"She asked me if you knew that I was stronger than you, and if that was a
problem."

"What?"

"You heard me. Actually she asked if you minded that I'm stronger than you."

"You're not stronger ... .." Before he could get the words out, she lunged
forward, grabbing his wrists and pinning his arms to either side of his head
as she kissed his neck and then started rubbing her breasts in his face. She
sat up for a second and pulled off her top and then quick as a wink before he
could even react, his arms were on the mattress once again. Kim was tall
enough that she could continue to caress his face with those smallish but very
firm breasts even as she started rubbing her still covered pussy along his
shaft. Paul had a cock on him that belonged on a much bigger man.

Suddenly, just from the rubbing, they both came hard and simultaneously. Since
she still had her thong on, and he his boxers, it was a mess. Kim sat up and
scootched forward some, catching her breath. She knew, she could tell, in an
instant, that she was indeed stronger than him. Not like some kind of super
woman or something, but clearly stronger. Paul seemed less convinced. "You
caught me by surprise."

"Okay. I have an idea." She got up and peeled off her soaked undies and then
just about ripped his boxers off. She grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him
to his feet, startling both of them by the power she put into it. "Must be the
estrogen flowing," he thought. "Must be my adrenalin," she thought.

Kim lay down on her back in the middle of the bed. "Okay, you do it to me."
Paul climbed on, it not going un-noticed on his part, or hers, that his weight
on her abs was not a problem for her. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them the
same way as she had done to him. Kim took a deep breath and started to
struggle. Within seconds, her arms were coming up off the sheets. A few more
and she suddenly brought her legs up, clamping them around his mid- section
before flipping them both over.

She let out a squeal. "Haaa. I AM stronger than you." She pushed his arms down
and, releasing her leg lock, leapt forward, planting her pussy on his face.
Paul's arms were pinned and although Kim was wallowing in her new discovery,
she wanted him to have as much pleasure as her. Showing her suppleness, she
arched her back as she ground her pussy into his face, reaching back and
grabbing that ten incher. "My God," she thought through her sexual haze, "it
feels harder than it is ever felt." Minutes later, they both had the most
explosive orgasms of their life.

A little while later, her head resting on his chest, "Paul, dear, your dick
was so amazingly hard. I think it turned you on as much as it did me to find
out who is the strongest member of this family."

"You're right. I surprise myself. I think it's incredibly hot."

"You be on top now."

He got on his knees and Kim took him into her mouth for some priming. "God,
Paul, I think it's also bigger than I've ever seen it." He entered her and as
they climaxed, she arched her back and, almost reflexively flipped them over
again. Like herself, Paul had already come twice in a very short period of
time, but she could feel that the amount of fluid that he had just shot into
her was huge, leaking out all over him. "Wow, I've really got him going with
my power," she thought. For the next hour, Kim was in a non-stop sexual
frenzy, so out of control that she seemed unaware that at times she was
squeezing him to her so tight it was making it hard to breathe, at other times
battering him with her tits, entwining his legs, and on and on.

The next morning, when he came down for breakfast, they talked about what had
happened. Paul was totally cool and accepting of her being stronger than him.
After all, it wasn't like she was twice as strong. It wasn't as if she was
trying to hurt him or dominate him, although dominate the sexual activity is
exactly what she did, but not with any bad intent. "Are you sure it doesn't
bother you, hon?"

"Kim, when I was waking up from my nap to see you standing in the doorway with
the sun shining between your legs and all around your body, the light really
accentuated how perfectly fit your body is. You looked amazing, like some
powerful goddess. I was immediately aroused. It didn't occur to me that you
might be stronger than me, but I sure could tell that you were strong. After
you sexually abused me, ... " He could see that that last comment upset her.
"Oh, sorry, dear, I didn't mean anything by it. It was the most awesome sexual
experience of my life. I guess I should say after you sexual controlled me, it
occurred to me that maybe subconsciously I've liked the idea of women being
strong my whole life."

"Consequently, it turned my on like never before. So, I just want you know be
re-assured. Just don't start beating me up."

"I will never harm a hair on your head. You're the best and most supportive
husband ever."

"I'd actually love to go back and do some love making, or should I say, power
fucking, right now, but I gotta get dressed and get to work. As he got up to
leave, she noticed a few bruises here and there on his body and he was kind of
limping a little.

As Kim went about her day, she could not help but think about all that had
gone on the previous one. How could one comment change everything? She
realized at some point that it wasn't about being stronger than Paul. They had
a loving and equal partnership. They each contributed something different to
the marriage, but it was a good, solid loving one. No, it was just about being
as strong or stronger than a man, period. She liked it. She liked it a lot,
and that day decided that she wanted more.

After some research, she found that the only reason men were stronger in a
side by side comparison was that men were bigger, and women tended to have a
higher percentage of bodyfat. But if you took a man and a woman who were the
same size with the same fat to muscle ratios and relatively equal fitness
levels, the woman actually had a slight edge. And if the man was untrained and
the woman worked out, she was going to be stronger.

Kim was taller, but Paul was heavier and although he was by no means fat, she
was actually the leaner one. Though Paul did some exercise, it was not as much
as Kim, and he didn't do weights. So, their lean body mass was only about
eight pounds different in his favor, but she was better trained, so she had a
slight edge. As she sat at her laptop reading this rather scientific approach
to strength comparisons, Kim found herself getting worked up just reading this
dry, analytic stuff. She felt like shoving her hand down into her shorts but
instead decided to channel it into a workout. No time today for the gym, so
she went out to the yard and did some more improvised exercises with the big
rocks before picking Su up at school and taking her to her gymnastics
practice. The next day, she went back to the store where they got the rocks to
talk to that lady trainer. It turned out she only worked out on weekends, but
they gave Kim the name of the gym where she did her training.

Kelly, that was her name, was there. "You've changed my life with one little
remark."

"So, he likes your muscles and he likes that you're stronger."

"Like you can't believe ... "

"No, I can. My husband likes that I'm a lot stronger than him"

"I'm not a lot stronger, ... ."

"But you want to be, that's why you're here."

"Actually, I want him to get stronger too. I want to stay stronger than him,
but I just want to get stronger. I had never realized before what a turn-on it
is. So, will you train me? I really don't know what I'm doing right now. I
just sort of watch guys at my gym and mimic them. Of course they're all
stronger, so I use lighter weights."

"Two mistakes. First, most don't know what they're doing and second, I thought
we cleared it up that you're stronger than you think you are."

"Yeah, I guess we did."

"Do you want to start today?"

"I can't. I already did a workout with rocks, and I have to pick my daughter
up at gymnastics."

"Gymnastics, huh? Someday she'll be stronger than the guys just from doing
that."

"God, don't tell her that. I'm not the aggressive type, but she sure is."

"Dear, she'll learn on her own, if she hasn't already."

"Can we start tomorrow?"

"Sure. Also, I want you to do some homework. Write down the types of foods you
eat, etc. What about your husband?"

"He's an extremely busy consumer advocate lawyer. I was thinking maybe we
could set up a home gym and I could teach him what you teach me."

Over the course of the next several months, Kim made huge improvements in
strength and muscularity. She was eating a very clean diet and taking some
supplements, mostly protein. Kelly told her that she had the perfect structure
for filling out while still looking oh so feminine. Her muscle bellies got
full and round, her shoulder particularly so, and their fullness made her
chiseled waist seem tiny by comparison. If you saw her in street clothes,
you'd never imagine that she was approaching becoming twice as strong as the
average man.

Paul was doing very well also, extremely well but Kim got to work out more
than he did, and she had the right genetics to widen the strength gap between
them. Their sex life was incredible. Two great bodies in superb shape and so
much in love, they could barely keep their hands off each other. There was
rarely a night that went by went they didn't have energetic sex for at least
an hour.

Luckily, in their big house, their master suite was in another wing of the
home, away from the kid's rooms. Still, Su and Rob were both thirteen now, but
she was more mature and ripening into young womanhood. She knew that her
parents were very active when it came to sex. She also knew that in addition
to her great personality and smarts, her folks, but her Mom especially, were
great role models when it came to physical fitness. And yes, Su had discovered
that due to her gymnastics, she was stronger than any boy her age or size and
even some older, bigger boys.

After more than a year and a half, Kim had caught up with Paul weight-wise.
But in street clothes, she still looked like a typically slim oriental woman
although taller than average. Hard to believe that she was a very strong and
muscular woman under those clothes. And compared to Paul, all things being
equal, she would have had a slight edge in the strength department. Paul was
as strong and as fit as he had ever been. But Kim was able to spend a lot more
time working out than him and with Kelly training her. Since her bodyfat
levels were lower, she had more lean muscle mass than him. And her
conditioning was far beyond what he could ever hope for unless he quit his job
to have more time to work out. So all thing were not even close to being
equal.

Kim was far stronger than her very strong husband but she never overtly
demonstrated their strength gap to him though. Her muscular body was truly a
work of art. But there was still one thing that bothered her. So one night
after they had gotten naked and he was sitting on the bed, fully erect as he
always was when looking at her flawless physique. "Paul, do you love me?"

"What a silly question. I love you more than anything. You are my world."

"Would you do anything for me?" She sat down on his lap, her muscular glutes
rubbing against his member, her arms resting on his shoulders.

"Anything."

"Give me anything?"

"Anything."

"How would you like my body with some boobs?"

"Your body is perfect to me."

"You don't think it would be more perfect with a nice set?"

"How can you improve on perfection?"

"Oh, come on. They have a word for men who don't want their wives to have nice
boobs, gay."

"Kim, ... " Suddenly, she was all over him quick as can be. In about five
seconds, she had him folded into the tightest cradle hold imaginable and when
she reached down and pulled his penis out below his legs and started fondling
it, that's when he realized it was a one armed cradle, completely controlling
him. In another second, a leg went over his rolled up body and as she
straddled him, facing the other way, she let go with her other hand. Kim
placed her hands on the bed down by his hips, clamped her knees together
around that ball of flesh which was the rest of him and then straightened her
legs.

Kim was in a plank suspending Paul's entire weight above the mattress, and
then her mouth went to that huge cock sticking out the bottom of the heap. It
was a totally new, overwhelming sensation for Paul as he had a climax intense
beyond belief while completely unable to move. After this most humiliating but
sexually over the top moment, she unceremoniously dropped him onto the bed.
She was still right above him, her knees on either side of his head, her
glistening crotch hovering right above his face. Her hands were still on the
mattress,, so even though his legs were now free, they were still bent up, and
her fully extended muscular arms blocked his ability to straighten them.

Paul grabbed ahold of her round hard ass and showing his own strength, pulled
himself up and began dutifully licking her sweet pussy. Kim watched his still
twitching member from above, amazed that she could see the blood pulsing
through the veins, that thick cord that carries the sperm to the surface
looking like it was preparing to do it again. Closing her eyes as she neared
climax, she suddenly felt a splattering on her chest. Paul was so turned on
serving his goddess that he beat her to the punch, less than a minute after
the last one, no hands or anything for that matter doing any manual
stimulation, just sensory overload while serving his awesome wife.

After the latest round of orgasms, she slid back and started to pummel his
face with her breasts, which were mostly just pecs. When she was done she
asked, "Now don't you think that that would have been more fun with a nice set
of bolt-ons? And I'd be able to tit-fuck you for the first time."

"How can you improve upon being the most awesome sex partner in the universe?"

"With nice round firm juicy breasts. Please?"

"Anything for you dear." That settled, since she was hovering above him, she
settled her pussy down on his face for several sweet tongue induced nirvanas.
They went at it for hours that night and when they settled down Paul couldn't
help but wonder thinking back to that hold she had him in, "God Kim, are you
that much stronger than me?"

"The difference is somewhat greater than that first day, remember that? When
we both discovered that I was a little stronger. But I caught you by surprise
tonight. Paul, dear, you are a very strong fit man, way beyond the norm, but I
get to work out all the time. I have widened the gap, but it's not like I'm
twice as strong as you or anything. You're also very strong, way stronger than
the average guy."

"So any comparison between you and an average guy would be ... "

"Absurd."

He lay there quiet for a moment, pondering how this had all started out.
"Where did you learn a hold like that?"

"I saw this woman, Monica something, in a wrestling video. She's really
muscular and still so, so hot. She was toying with this guy like he was some
sort of ragdoll. At one point he was underneath her on his back. She had her
arms on the mat above his head and she had her knees on the sides of his
waist. With just with the incredible strength of her inner thighs, she clamps
those knees against his sides then straightened her legs. So she was basically
in a plank, and she lifted his entire bodyweight right off the mat. He tapped
immediately. It was so amazing to watch that I had an orgasm right then. So,
the rest, you know, rolling you up into a ball, etc., that was improvised. I
think what I did was even more amazing than what she did. Plus I brought you
off."

"You are incredible."

"Also, not to brag too much, with all your muscle, you probably weigh twenty
or thirty pounds more than this guy, so I was lifting more than she did."

"Why were you watching a wrestling video?"

"Kelly told me that she does mixed wrestling all the time. She said it' a real
turn-on to physically destroy a guy and then make him do whatever she wants."

"Did that Monica woman do that?"

"No, but there are videos out there where it happens. And then there are some
where the woman is so superior that by the time she's done, her male opponent,
or should I say, victim, is so trashed that he can't do anything. So at that
point these Amazons just use their victim's faces and do the work themselves."

"And you want to do this?"

"Yeah. I'm getting a buzz right now just thinking about it."

"So you want to beat the crap out of me and then use me as your personal sex
slave?"

"Oh, goodness no, Paul. I would never do anything to hurt or humiliate you."

"You just did."

"Yeah, but that's 'cause I want some big knockers, for me, 'cause I've never
liked having small breasts, and for you, because I want to be able to use them
to give you even higher levels of pleasure. Just think about it for a moment.
With a set of world class tits, it could be one more tool, so to speak to give
you immeasurable sensation brushing them against you handsome face or
nestliing your giant cock between them."

"Oh, God. You're so awesome. I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"And I feel like the luckiest woman."

"So where does the wrestling come in?"

"I was getting to that. In addition to my strength those beautiful boobs that
could give you so much pleasure could be used as weapons againt any asshole I
chose to destroy." Paul listened with a puzzled look one his face as she
continued. "Imagine some jerk having his air supply cut off by these puppies
as I wrapped by powerful arms around his head. Or holding him down and instead
of brushing his face, I'm pummeling him with my breasts so hard that he feels
like he's being punched by fists instead."

"Did you have someone in mind?"

"Well, I've been thinking about this. I don't want to pick someone at random,
and I don't want any of these little creeps that pay to have women beat them
up. But, you've got some friends who are macho, chauvinistic assholes. I think
it would be fun to re-arrange some of their outlooks on life and I think you
might enjoy watching me do it, especially if they've insulted you in some
way."

"Oh, you're so kinky. Have you been learning to wrestle?"

"Some, but I'm pretty sure that I'm at the point, strength-wise, where I'd
pretty much dominate any of your friends or co-workers even if I didn't have
any skills."

"So, who were you thinking of?"

"Quite a few, but I'd like to start with Fred first."

"Yeah, he is an asshole, but he was my college roommate and ... "

"And what?"

'Promise you won't get mad?"

"I promise."

"He was good at getting girls back then. Who know's why, but I was shy and he
helped get me some girls."

"To fuck?"

"Well ... yeah."

"Ha, ha, ha.. so you were just like every other teenage guy."

"So anyway, how would we get him to go along?"

"Are you kidding? Fred hits on me every time he sees me. Do you think he'd be
able to resist when I have a pair of 38d's?"

"38D's??!!"

"Ha, ha. That's just a number I threw out. C's will be fine, and besides, with
my lats and pecs, I'm already at 40 inches. We'll figure something out to
ensnare him. There's a lot of stories out there about how muscle women seduce
guys by saying that if they beat them, they can fuck them. The men rarely
win."

"How do you know all this stuff? Oh, wait. Kelly."

"Yeah. It seems there's a whole culture of strong athletic people out there
getting their rocks off by asserting their superiority. Sometimes it's creepy
like little dweebs who want to be beaten up and pay handsomely for it. But
often it's fit athletic guys getting whooped by women who are just stronger
and more athletically talented. And obviously it wouldn't be cool if it's a
strong guy doing it to a woman. That would fall into the category of abuse."

She continued. "Plus, there's a certain women's lib aspect to it as well.
Better in the boardroom, better in the bedroom and better on the mats, so to
speak. And I know exactly how they all feel, all these women. That first day
when we found out that I was a little stronger than you, I had never been so
turned on in my life and it's only gotten better."

Paul looked over at his beautiful wife, her explanation finished. She suddenly
had a dreamy look in her eyes. "Paul," she said breathily, "I'm going to lie
down on my back. I want you to try to keep me there." The evening ended with
another session of sexual combat. It goes without saying who dominated the
latest round.

End of Part 1