Real Life Adventures by plowjack The Mrs. shows him a few things... He watched his wife as she dressed for the day. She was out of bed before him, and her sturdy body was bustling around the bedroom. He lay back, on Saturday morning, and enjoyed her wide, round hips and butt - wider than when she was young, but so enticing to him. Her long legs were toned and hard, the result of her hours in the gym, and her back and shoulders, as she faced the mirror, were wide and clearly muscular. She had always had a big, strong back - one of the things he loved about her body. They liked to play wrestling games, and when she got on top of him he could have a hard time controlling her. Now as she fixed her hair, he admired her thick arms. She didn't have visible muscle, really, just round and shapely arms that he knew were strong. Unconscious of his gaze, she turned around and reached for her bra. He loved her bosom - round, firm d-cups on a thick chest. Her waist was narrow compared to her shoulders and hips, and it wiggled as she arranged her light sports bra. She threw a robe on, and said, "C'mon, let's do breakfast". He climbed out of their bed, and threw on his own robe. He glanced in the mirror at his long-haired, bearded face, and smiled, thinking of her again. He joined her in cutting up veggies for their morning omelet, and, as she began to sauté, he wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her, pressing her back to his own chest, kneading her round bosom. "You feel great, baby, " he said, as he pulled back to massage her shoulders, "Wow, your shoulders have gotten thick!" "You bet!" she responded. "Hey," she went on, "I'm curling 100 lbs for reps, and I max out around 130." He squeezed her shoulders, feeling their density, and she chuckled, and said, "How about you honey... what are you lifting these days?" He chuckled with her, but blushed a little as she turned to face him. His sit-down job and computer hobby didn't leave him energy or inclination for exercise. "Twelve ounce curls, baby," he said, making a beer-drinking motion. She stepped up to him and poked him in his soft gut, hard enough to get a little 'oof' from him. "Yeah, I can tell," she said, "you're just a big ol' softy these days, aren't you?" She put her arms around him and squeezed him hard, then they both laughed, and went back to cooking. They ate breakfast and read the paper, then went outdoors into the fall day to do chores. He was cutting and stacking wood when he found himself straining to split a good-sized log, his axe just denting it. "Hey, lemme try," she said, and bumped him aside with her hip. He grinned and handed her the axe. She was actually pretty good at splitting, but he didn't think she would get far with the big log. She slipped off her jacket in the cool fall sun, and pulled up her short sleeves. As she raised the heavy axe he saw her arms flex her chest swell. The axe fell straight and hard, and the log split smoothly. "Yay!" he cheered, and she playfully made a muscle with the axe overhead. He watched her arm swell, and swell some more, but he kept his amazement to himself, though he was sure she knew he watched. "I liked that," she said, setting up one of the half-logs for the next split, "I'll do this for a while, you move some dirt." So he got the shovel and wheelbarrow and moved dirt, to the sound of her steady chopping. They worked through the early afternoon, then decided to knock off, and headed for the shower. Married a dozen years, their lust-level was still good. He watched her strip, with admiration, and as she toweled off he stripped and showered. He found himself stiffening in the shower thinking about her body - even about her thick arm. As he stepped out and dried himself he found her wrapped in a towel, flexing in front of the mirror. "Man," she exclaimed, "I am pumped up." She flexed again and he watched her round arm expand, thick and clearly hard. He ran his hand up her toweled body and gave her arm a squeeze. Her biceps was round under her soft skin, and very hard, and her triceps made her arm even thicker. She turned to face him, grinning, and said , quietly, "You like that, don't you honey." She lowered her arm and gripped his. She said, "You should be pretty pumped-up too, Mr. 12 Ounce Curls..." she squeezed his arm and he flexed under her hand. She squeezed again, and frowned. "C'mon," she said, squeezing harder, "show me that arm." He raised his arm and flexed, pumping his biceps. She ran her hand from his neck down over his shoulder and onto his biceps, wrapped her thumb around his arm, and squeezed. "Gee honey," she said giggling a little, "you never did have much muscle, but then, I never cared." She stood on her toes and leaned against him, tightening her grip. The towel fell to the floor, leaving her as naked as him. Her hand, small and slender, felt like steel wire tightening on his arm. He pulled away with a small sound of dismay, but she stayed with him. She snagged his wrists and, before he knew it, had pushed his hands behind his back, pressing her big soft chest to his. "Gotcha, big boy," she teased, and he felt her arms tighten. She pushed forward, and he moved back, playing along. She released his wrists, but kept his arms pinned to his sides. "Now what are ya gonna do, softy?" Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. He felt his knees against the bed. He smiled down at his wife's pretty face and decided to just shake her off, throw her down and jump and her. he flexed his chest and made to raise his arms and break her hold, but his wife's arms didn't budge. he tried harder, squirming in her grasp, but she just grinned, and said, "Aw, baby, what's the matter? I've got you good, don't I?" She turned her face up to his, and he kissed her, slipping his hands to her waist, arms still pinned to his sides. The feel of her soft chest against his made his cock swell against her. "OOooo, there's something that's still hard..." she kissed him again and rubbed her chest on his. Come on, baby," he growled, "let's lay down." "You know" she answered, letting him go but keeping her hands on his chest, "since you're such a big softy now, I think I'll be telling you what to do." She stood back a little and looked him up and down. "you look good, sweetie - a girl could think you had muscles. I've been thinking about our little wrestling games... I think you want to be under me, have me make you feel weak, have me... rape you? I think you'll like being my slave." "Yeah right," he laughed, "you're going to make me your slave, with those cute little muscles." With a sudden lunge she knocked him over and rode him down onto the bed. With a roll and a shove she pushed him over the other side, where he landed thump on the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, over him, and spread her legs. "My cute muscles just tossed you out of bed, honey. Before you get back up here I want a taste of that sweet mouth of yours." She rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, and he saw her pussy glisten. "So now you'll lick me until I come." He had gotten to his knees, but now he was stunned by his wife's aggression. He liked being held down, it was true, and he liked oral sex, but they hadn't done it in a few months. Now he was just irritated at her games, but his cock was still half-hard as he gazed at her naked pussy. In a quick movement he jumped at her as she had at him, but she rolled back and caught him on her feet, grabbed his wrists, and stretched his arms out hard, as she pressed his chest with her feet. He was trapped, as she held his arms stretched like taffy. "Gotcha again, big boy," she said, as she pulled his arms tighter, straining his shoulders. "Geez, you weigh a ton..." she said, as he struggled to free his wrists. He managed to wrench his right hand loose, but she pulled hard at the other wrist and pushed with her legs, and he flopped hard on his back on the floor. "Ow" he yelled, rubbing his stretched shoulder. he got to his knees again, and started to crawl into bed, grumbling, "That's just about enough, isn't it?" She threw a leg over his head and pushed him back with one hand. "I told you, sweetie, no bed until you make me happy." "God damn it!" he said, and grabbed her face with both hands, pressing his lips to her face. She grabbed his biceps in her hands as she kissed him back hard, feeling him flex his muscles under her hands. He loved her lips, and her tongue invaded his mouth. Her grip tightened, fingers like vices on his arms. he moaned a little, but pressed her lips tighter. Her grip became painful, slender fingers crushing his flesh. He released her face, but couldn't reach her hands, and she just seemed to ignore his efforts to pull at her arms. She pressed his arms back as he pulled his head away from their kiss. "See, honey," she said, and kissed him gently as she squeezed his flexing arms, "you're too weak to fight me, and too horny to stop." She snaked her legs around his waist and squeezed hard. "Stop it," he said, surprised at how whiney he sounded, "you're gonna squeeze me in two!" "Say please," she teased, and she felt his soft arms squish in her hands. She knew his arms couldn't keep their pitiful flex anymore, and felt them go slack, as she kneaded his biceps like dough. "Please, honey," he said meekly, amazed that her slender hands had actually overcome his muscle. She released his arms and relaxed her crushing leg-hold, but kept him wrapped in her legs. Leaning in to kiss him, she took his head between her hands. Murmuring lovingly, she pressed his face down to her chest. She lifted a brown nipple to his lips, and felt his mouth warm on her body. He sucked and licked her breast, not resisting her strong hands as they held his head. His arms ached where her fingers had crushed them, but he gently stroked her silky skin, letting his hands settle on her upper arms. He gently squeezed, and felt her arms harden under his hands, his cock swelling too as he felt the thick, firm muscle. he squeezed harder, but her muscle held hard under his squeeze. She smiled down at her husband, on his knees between her legs, sucking her breast and being turned on by her biceps. She felt herself grow wet, and she said "You like my muscles, don't you, honey?" She pressed his face into her big breast, flexing harder under his hands. "I know you like feeling my arms, my back and shoulders, don't you - you always have." He pressed his face into his wife's chest, her body solid under the softness, then his head was pulled away by her strong hands. "Take your hands off my arms, honey," she ordered, and he obeyed, feeling entranced. "I'll give you lots of my muscles, but first you have to do as you're told." She pressed his head down to her lap, rolling back to present her sweetness to him. He slipped his arms around her legs, wrapped them around her thighs, and did as he was told. Head between her legs, he was amazed at how thick and hard his wife's formerly soft thighs had become. Her upper body had always been strong, but now she was so much stronger... As he brought her to her moment her thighs flexed, swelling hard, seeming huge around his head. She kept his face pressed to her pussy, and he gently kissed and licked her in the way he knew she liked. Finally she let his head go, and he kissed her softening thighs warmly. She swung her leg back over him and slid over on the bed. She patted the mattress, saying "Come on up here, baby." He grumbled a little, rubbing his sore arms, and crawled up onto the bed. Confused, sullen and aroused, he turned his back on his wife. He felt like laying her on her back and giving it to her, but he felt... his mind stopped for a moment as he realized he almost felt... afraid of her. She ran a hand over his back, and he mumbled, "You know, you hurt me..." She petted his back, and ran a hand up into his hair, "Oh, baby, I'm sorry - do you think I'll leave bruises in your big, soft arms?" She gave his biceps a little squeeze from behind, and he pulled away. She pressed herself to his back and wrapped her arms under and around him. "I just needed to show you how much stronger I am than you, now." He rolled over in her arms and embraced her, feeling better, but now sort of amused and ticked-off. "You're not stronger than me - that's just silly." She kissed his neck warm and sweet, as he continued, "I'm so much taller and heavier than you - you're my little woman..." She tightened her arm around his neck, and laughed, "Oh, so I was your little woman when I put you on your knees just now?" She took his left arm in her right hand and squeezed again, catching him by surprise and crushing hard. "Or maybe when I'm squishing your manly arms? C'mon honey, there's no way you're as strong as me." His head was locked in her arm, and her other hand found his chest. She cupped her hand over his pec and squeezed, kissed him deep and hard, and slowly rolled him onto his back. She kneaded his chest, and murmured, "You're so soft - your chest is like butter..." She pinched his nipple hard, and he yelped and started to struggle. "Stop it, dammit," he growled, as he tried to pry her arms away. She laughed and threw a leg over him, rolling on top of his hips, then she kissed his neck, and said "Make me, big man," then she bit his neck hard. He struggled under her, and she clamped her legs around his hips, and rubbed her hot pussy on his semi-hard dick, which instantly stiffened to rock He tried to pull her arms away, but he was amazed again at how thick and solid they were. Her muscles felt like rawhide under small padding of her flesh and the silk of her skin. Try as he might he couldn't pull her tormenting little hand from his chest, and he had no chance to get her hard right arm from his neck. She pressed herself down onto his hard dick and squeezed him harder. He was helpless in his 5'7" wife's grasp. He moaned softly as she bit his neck again, but he stopped struggling. "So, honey," she purred, "You're giving up? I'm not even breaking a sweat controlling you, you know..." She kissed him hard and deep, crushing his lips with hers, and he felt her arm hard around his neck. "See, I can play with your puny little titties, just like you play with my big ones." She pinched his nipple again, then slid down his chest, and fastened her mouth on his tit. she licked and sucked, sliding off of him a little, leaving his cock cooling after being pressed against her heat. He moaned as she licked and suck his tit, then heard himself whimper as she bit down. "Please, baby, don't..." he moaned, but she just took his other nipple in her fingers and worked it as she alternated sucking and biting. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back, bit his lower lip and held on to her thick body as she toyed with him. Then suddenly she rolled off of him, and sat up cross-legged on the bed. She cupped her breasts in her hands, and stretched sensually as she kneaded them a little. "OOoo, baby," she moaned, "this is making me so hot! I know you've always loved it when I hold you down and fuck you, haven't you?" "You know I love it, darling," he replied, as he rubbed his stinging nipples, "but it's just a game we like - I know you like being the big girl, don't you?" She stretched and flexed, looking at her right arm swell. She was very pumped now, biceps clearly visible. "Baby, I *am* the big girl! I'm not sure you were ever stronger than me, really. I mean, those arms, honey - that's not muscle." She flexed both arms, making her chest swell and breasts rise. "This is muscle! She flopped down and grinned, put her elbow on the bed, and said, "Come on, wimpy-boy, you can have another chance to show me who the little woman is." She saw that he was blushing bright red, and he made no move to take her hand. "What's wrong, big man - you embarrassed to be weaker than your wife?" His head was spinning as he watched his pretty, confident wife taunt and mock him. His cock had drooped, frozen by his uncertainty. He saw her grin turn tigerish as she realized that he wasn't going to play. With a hot growl she sprang forward and pushed him back against the pillows, her hands on his shoulders, chest slamming against his. "C'mon, softy, fight me a little..." She once again buried her teeth in his neck, and he yelped and pushed against her shoulders. She got to her knees around his hips, sat back and took his hands in hers. She began to push his hands down to the mattress, and he squirmed under her and fought, the way they both liked. He had always been able to hold her away, at least for a while. Now she seemed heavier than he remembered. His bruised arms were shaky, and he saw her grin widen as she pressed him down. She pushed against her big husband's arms using only a portion of her strength. He was obviously pushing hard, but his efforts seemed feeble. She flexed her body, squeezing his hips between her knees, flexing her upper body, feeling strong. She was also very aroused, and her husband's hands felt warm and soft in hers. She poured on the power with her left hand, and said "That's my left arm against your right, you know..." She pushed, and saw his muscles quiver as he reddened with effort. She pressed hard, and his hand moved steadily back, until she held it pressed to the pillows above his head. "That was your little right arm, honey..." she said, as she began to press with her right. He pressed hard with his left, but her right arm just slammed it to the bed. "And that's your little left arm." With a slide she released his hands and got a grip on his wrists, and said, "Now you're mine to play with, baby," and bit his neck again. "I think I'll mark you up good, so you remember who's little man you are." He strained against her hands as she tortured his neck again, but his arms were helpless. Her big bosom was pressed against him, and his cock, sprang to life even as he realized he really was weaker than this pretty little woman. He bucked under her as she stung his neck, and got his cock under her pussy, rubbing it against her. "She felt his hardness against her, and smiled. She licked and sucked at the places she had bit, and said "OOooo, you do still have something hard." She lifted her head, and pressed her chest into his face. "Here, lick these for a while, sweetie..." he sucked her nipples hard, licking the vast-seeming surface of her round breasts, stopping to work on the other nipple. He felt her pussy soften, rubbing damply against him as he rubbed against it. She moaned, and pressed her chest against his face. She wiggled his nose between her breasts, and used her arms to close her bosom around him. He was trapped in her dark, hot space, his air going fast, as his hands went numb in her grip, and his hard cock strained against her. She rubbed herself on his cock, and felt his hot mouth kissing her, deep in her cleavage. She knew she could smother him with her bosom, could hold him helpless as long as she wanted, and she felt her pussy flow. She raised her hips, and raised her chest from his face, letting him gasp for air. "Lie still, handsome, and I'll take you..." she purred, and found the tip of his cock where it stood in the air over his belly. She opened her pussy, and slowly pressed herself onto him, writhing her hips to bury him deep in her wetness. He sighed deeply, and began to pump himself into her. She slammed her hips down onto him, pressing his into the bed, and growled, "Lay still, little man - I'm doing the fucking here!" She lifted herself, and slammed her hips down onto him, then began a rhythm, as he lay trapped in her hands. He bounced on the bed, and couldn't help thrusting back a little, but her forceful pounding bounced his ass like a beach ball on the bed. "Don't you come, you big softy..." she said, as she lowered herself onto his chest. Her elbows rested beside him, and she took his biceps in her hands. She kept a steady but gentler rhythm of sliding up and down on him, and he felt her strong hands squeezing his arms. "You know how, when you're on top of me, you like to take my arm in your hand," she murmured to him, as she rode him, "you like to feel my big muscles, don't you... like to feel them turn soft as you fuck me..." He flexed under her hand, a little, but she just chuckled and squished his biceps, and said "that's how I want you now, honey... lie there and be soft for me," She crushed his arms in her hands, and picked up the pace, slamming herself onto him. "I'm gonna pound your dick as soft as your big, poofy arms" She found his neck again, and bit down hard as she slammed his cock. He gasped, and felt his orgasm arrive, pressing up into her, as she moaned softly and crushed his hips under her, writhing back and forth on him. She kissed him sweetly, still kneading his soft arms like putty, rubbing her bosom on his bruised chest, and he said "Oh my god, sweetheart - you're wonderful!" "Oh," she grinned, "I'm wonderful now..." She pressed him down with her hips as his cock deflated. "Is that because I just used you like a big rag doll?" She kneaded his helpless arms again, her small fingers seeming almost to meet in his flesh. He gasped and moaned under her, as she said, "You're a nice toy, too, honey - so soft and willing." She released his arms and sat up, stretching and flexing. She raised up a little, and squeezed his deflated cock out onto his body like ground meat. "Look at that, I made your dick as soft as your arms." He levered himself up on his shaky arms, and threw them around his wife, kissing her neck and chest. He felt filled with affection and lust as the waves of his huge orgasm still washed through him. "You're so strong and lovely, honey..." She smiled and petted his long hair, "and you're so soft, my toy man, aren't you?" He looked up at her, and whispered, "Yes, dear." She got off him, stuffed a tissue between her legs and stood up, saying, "I want you on your knees again soon, softy, but first come into the shower with me, and I'll let you wash me..."