Real Life Adventures, Part 2
by Plowjack



Two months previously, his wife had shown him that she had gotten very, very
strong. She had been hitting the gym hard, while he worked at the computer,
and her body - always firm and muscular - had become thicker and harder. In
the course of their erotic play, she had pushed him around, pinned him down,
and used him any way she wanted. In fact, they had both really enjoyed the
experience, but they seemed to be a little shy about it all. They had hardly
spoken of it, and their sex was pretty much as usual, though he thought she
might be holding him a little tighter, kissing him a little harder in bed
these days.

He sat at his computer and typed, dressed only in t-shirt and boxers, as his
wife puttered in the bedroom. She was rearranging her exercise gear, and the
clank of the barbells annoyed him as he worked on his latest article.

"Hey sweetie," he shouted good-naturedly, "keep it down in there."

The clanking continued, and he yelled again, as he sipped his beer. Turning
his attention back to his work, he was taken by surprise when he felt his head
pulled backwards by his pony-tail. He looked up into the blue eyes of his
wife, dressed in a light black sports-bra and panties, as she smiled down at
him.

"Did you say something, sweetie?" she asked, tightening her grip on his scalp.

"Hey," he laughed, and grabbed her wrist. He tried to pull her hand away, but
that only pulled his hair harder. He tried to pry her fingers away, as both of
them laughed a little in the struggle, but he couldn't move her fingers.

"Hold still," she said sternly, still grinning. She took his chin in her other
hand, leaned down, and kissed him hard, crushing his mouth under hers. He took
her forearms in his hands and pulled, but her arms seemed to swell, and he
made no progress against her grip as she plunged her tongue into his mouth.

She lifted her mouth, and smiled, saying, "Your mouth is so soft, honey." Then
she pulled upward on his pony tail, dragging him up from the chair. He was
struggling with her arms, and he could feel her muscles ripple under his hands
as she hoisted him to his feet. She stood about a head shorter than him, but
she wrapped her arms around him, trapping his arms against his sides, and
squeezed.

"So, you don't like the noise when I exercise, eh, baby," she said, as she
squeezed him harder, pressing her big bosom against him, "but you sure like
the results, don't you?" She rubbed her chest on his, and he felt his cock
stir, even as he began again to try to escape her grip. "I've been thinking
about it, and I think you like me being stronger than you."

"See," she said sweetly, "you get hard in seconds when I squeeze you, don't
you..."

He wriggled in her arms, and said "Geez, you're not stronger than me..." but
he couldn't make her let go, "C'mon, honey, lemme go..."

"Make me, baby," she laughed, and began dragging him away from his desk, as
step at a time. "I don't think you can do it..." She walked him out the door
of the study, and into the living room, as he tried to spread her arms, break
her grip, by spreading his own arms. She locked her hands behind his back, and
he remained trapped, unable to raise his arms more than an inch before she
pressed them to his sides again.

She looked up at her big husband as he struggled in her arms, and pressed her
wide hips against his swollen cock. His face was red, and he was plainly
struggling hard, trying to break her grip. She flexed her body and held fast
against his not inconsiderable strength. He was no weakling, really, she knew,
but now she seemed to have really become at least his equal. "Gee honey," she
teased, as she dragged him into the living room, "are you really weaker than
me, now?"

He struggled in her grasp, still unable to raise his arms, feeling them tiring
from the effort. He held still then, and said, "Hell no, baby - it's just our
little game, isn't it?" He made a real effort then, to spread his arms and
break her grip. She was smiling up at him, and she felt his body swell as he
strained against her, but she squeezed harder, and was surprised to find how
soft he felt in her arms. She was able to squeeze his arms hard against his
sides, and his back seemed to squish in her embrace, even as he tried to show
his power.

She pressed him to her big chest, flexing the muscle under her soft breasts,
and laid her cheek against his t-shirted chest. He soon seemed to tire of
trying to escape her, and when she looked up at his handsome, face, it was red
with exertion and embarrassment.

"Your big soft arms are getting tired already, aren't they, hon," she said, as
she relaxed her grip a little, "C'mon, admit it, I'm stronger than you now."

"No way, baby - you're my little sweetie, and I can lay you down any time I
want," he replied, though his face was still red. he put on a good show of
confidence, and that made her feel just a little angry, since he was obviously
unable to match her.

"Let's just see about that, shall we, squishy-boy... Let's see if you can lay
me down right here on the floor." She teased, letting him go suddenly, so that
he staggered a little. "If you can get me on my back, I'll stop teasing you,
but I don't think you're as strong your wife anymore."

"Don't be silly," he said, as he took her in his arms, "Let's just go to bed
if you're horny, baby." He bent to kiss her, but she turned her lips away.

"Oh, no, softy, I'm the one doing the kissing around here," she said, as she
put a leg behind him and pushed. He stumbled, and she tackled his waist,
forcing him down onto the soft carpet with a whoosh of breath. Quickly she was
on top of him, pressing him back to the carpet with her chest, getting his
upper arms in her grip, crushing them to the floor. She let her weight lay on
him as she kissed him hard. His lips parted and she kissed him deep, feeling
his biceps swell in her hands as he tried to wrap his arms around her. She
squeezed his arms in her hands, and pressed them flat against the carpet,
surprising him.

"See baby, you're on your back, mouth open for me..." She pushed herself up on
his arms,spreading her legs so that she straddled his waist. He was struggling
under her, but then he stopped, and gave her a hot, determined look.

"Alright, sweetie, that's enough," he said, and she felt his arms swell, and
begin to lift her, as he pressed upward against her.

"OOOoo, feel those muscles," she giggled, as he got his arms maybe 6 inches
off the floor. his hands found her shoulders, and he attempted to throw her
off of him. She got his biceps firmly in her grip and squeezed. When she had
last overpowered him, she had been able to crush his arms in her hands without
much trouble, so she wasn't surprised when his fairly big muscles felt soft in
her hands.

"Your arms are just dishrags in my hands, honey," she said, as his flesh
yielded to her grip. He moaned and struggled, but his arms were trapped in her
crushing grip. he tried again to push her up, but her thumbs felt like they
were going to his bone, and he had to let his arms go slack in her hands. He
grunted as his arms slammed hard to the carpet, and he whined a little, "hey,
that hurts..."

"Hey, that hurts," she mocked, and dug her thumbs into his arms again. She
settled down onto him, her big breasts spreading on his soft chest. She took
his head in her hands and kissed him hard again. He struggled under her for a
little while, then she felt him relax, and respond to her kisses. He wrapped
his arms around her, and she felt his feeble squeeze around her shoulders. He
moaned a little as she crushed his mouth under hers, and she scooted forward
to press her bosom over his face.

"Please honey..." he begged, as she trapped his head between her breasts, arms
pinning him in tight. He found a nipple and began to suck through the cottony
cloth of the bra. He was good at this, and even though he wasn't used to doing
it through underwear, and she felt herself gush wet in her panties. As he
sucked, she felt his cock swell under her, even as he caressed her broad,
round shoulders.

"See," she cooed, as she ground herself on his cock, "you like it." She
pressed her tit over his face, "You love being soft and weak under me, don't
you?" She raised herself up, pulling her chest from his lips, dragging his
hands helplessly down to his shoulders. "Don't you, big boy," she asked again,
and he blushed a deep red, and turned his head away, saying nothing. She
scooted forward, off of his throbbing cock, and sat down hard on his belly. As
the air rushed from him she used her grip on his left wrist to bop him in the
head with his own left hand.

"C'mon, honey," she said, as she bopped him again, "tell me you love being
weak for me." He started to resists, and she struggled with his arm. He
managed to put up a good fight on this one, but she finally felt him give way,
and he bopped himself firmly on the cheek, making him cry out in surprise and
some pain. "See, baby," she cooed, "you'll just hurt yourself trying to fight
me."

"All right," he said, angry and red-faced, "cut it out." She looked down at
him with a broad grin, and shook her head, as she once again pressed his hands
to the floor just over his shoulders. Her round bosom was just above the reach
of his lips.

"Honey, you can't even have a tit to suck unless I give it to you," she
teased, as she p;ressed her breast over his lips.

She suddenly climbed to her feet, with the quick grace of a cat, and stripped
off her tight bra and little panties. "Get your clothes off and come to bed,
squishy," she said, prancing off, breasts bouncing, into their bedroom.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his bruised wrists and pouting. Damn her anyway, he
thought, as he started to pull off his t-shirt. The he thought better of it,
and got to his feet, still a little dizzy and winded. Still trying to decide
what to do, he rubbed his groin, his cock still a little swollen.

Before he could act, his wife came swaying back out of the bedroom, looking
like a broad shouldered, deep-chested, mother-hipped goddess. She marched up
to him with an exaggerated scowl, and took him by the wrist. She started to
drag him toward their room. "When I tell you to strip and get into bed, you'd
better do it," she growled, but he dug in his heels. She turned, and with a
seemingly easy twist she had his arm bent up into his back. Pressing her body
against his back, she pushed him up onto his toes, and marched him to the
bedroom.

She pushed him face down onto the bed, now unresisting, and pulled his boxers
down and off of his skinny legs, and his shirt up over his back, then she
rolled him over, to find him smiling up at her.

"You do like it, you big marshmallow," she said, as she lay down and they both
crawled onto the bed's soft covers.

"I do, baby" he said, blushing again, as he pressed himself against her, his
cock, swelling to rock hardness in seconds as he ran his hands over her thick
form. She raised her right arm and flexed it hard, her pumped muscle swelling,
biceps peaking under her soft skin. He took it in his hand and squeezed, his
eyes going wide.

"You're huge!" he blurted, as she pumped her arm to swell even more. He
pressed his lips to her arm, and kissed her biceps warmly as she got her other
arm around his shoulders. She wrapped her right arm around his head, crushing
his face into her hard muscle as he continued to kiss and lick it.

"MMM Hmmm," she murmured, as she released his head and snaked a hand between
his legs. She got his left arm in her left hand, behind his head, and pressed
it to the bed, using his own weight to help her hold it. His right arm was
over his head, trapped against her hard shoulder. She kissed him hard, and he
felt her take his cock in her hand, making it immediately swell rock-hard. She
moaned into his mouth, her tongue flicking his as she firmly but slowly worked
his member.

"So, baby," she said, her voice hot and sweet as she pulled away from his open
lips "Tell me who's stronger". He blushed again, and turned away, but she took
her hand from his cock and drove a thumb into his already mushy biceps, making
him whimper just a little. She felt his hips arch as he turned toward her. He
kissed her hard, flexed shoulder, stretching his neck, and whispered, "You
are, sweetheart..."

"That's better, my big soft man," she answered, releasing him suddenly. She
sat up, leaving him springy-hard, lying on the bed, and flexed her upper body
again, taking her own big right arm in her left hand and squeezing, and said,
"Let me get the massage oil... now we can have some fun!"