Bill's Fetish Discovered
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A husband learns a valuable lesson about communicating with his wife.


I posted a long story yesterday (long for me anyway), so here is a short
story.

I wrote this one just for fun, but I also write stories on commission. If you
like my writing style and have an idea that you would like to see developed
into a story, email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

As always, I'd love to hear any feedback you have. Again, email any comments
to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

As soon as Bill walked in the kitchen he knew he was in trouble. His
wife Jessica was sitting at the kitchen table with his lap top and watching
one of his "special" video downloads.

"What is this?" Jessica asked visibly upset.

What are you doing with my laptop?" Bill asked.

"Don't change the subject," his beautiful wife said as she switched
off the computer. Her eyes were beginning to tear up. "Why do you have all
these videos of topless girls lifting weights?"

Despite being angry at his wife's invasion of his privacy, it hurt
Bill to see tears in his wife's eyes and to know that his actions put them
there. He sat down on the chair across from her. "Jess, Baby, please don't
be upset,' he pleaded.

"Why shouldn't I be? Bill you know how I feel about this sort of
thing," his wife said, "Especially after what happened to Liz and Andy."

Liz was Jessica's best friend. Andy was her ex-husband. Their
marriage fell apart when Andy became addicted to internet porn. This happened
a little bit before Bill and Jessica met, and as a result, internet porn was a
real hot button issue with his wife.

"But, Jessie, I swear it's not like that," I tried to explain.

"How is it any different?" she challenged. "Here we've only been
married a little more than a year, and already I find out that you've been
downloading this . . . this garbage."

"But, Honey - "

"Why, Bill? Aren't I woman enough to satisfy you?"

"Of course you are, Baby," Bill assured her.

"Then why do you need to look at these other women?"

That was a difficult question to answer. Jessica was indeed woman
enough to satisfy almost any man. She was tall, beautiful and had a
devastating 40-24-35 figure. At 5'11" she could look Bill straight in the
eye. She was everything that Bill desired in a woman. She even had this
cool, aloof quality that drove most men crazy. It was the kind of detached
quality that only served to attract men all the more because one sensed that
she would warm up for the right man.

Apparently, Bill was the right man, because while Jessica radiated
this almost terminally unattainable aura to most men, to Bill she was always
warm, loving and generous. He knew that he was lucky to have her.

Bill was no more than slightly above average looking. When Jessica
first approached him that night in the singles bar, he figured she must have
lost a bet or something. When they began going out, he kept pinching himself
to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He asked her to marry him the day after the
first time she told him that she loved him because he wanted to hurry up and
seal the deal before she changed her mind.

Yes, Jessica was everything Bill could ask for . . . except for one
thing - one stupid, impossible thing. Now Bill was faced with the
uncomfortable task of trying to explain it to her.

"It . . . it's hard to explain," Bill began.

"Why do you need to look at videos of topless women? I don't
understand; I have better tits than all the women in these videos." It was
true. Jessica's breasts were large and round and firm. Jessica brought this
up because she knew that Bill had a weakness for women with large breasts.
This was what made it so hard for her to understand. Not only were her
breasts larger and firmer than any of the women in the videos, but by any
objective standard, she was much more beautiful than any of these video models
in every way.

Bill struggled to explain. "Jess, it's not how those models look that
makes me want to watch them - you're a lot more beautiful than any of them -
it's what they're doing in those videos that gets me so turned on."

"You mean . . . because they're lifting those heavy weights?" Jessica
asked as if she found it hard to believe.

"Well . . . yes," Bill confessed.

At last, Bill's secret was out. Ever since he was a little boy he'd
had a fetish for strong women. He couldn't remember how it started, but for
some reason, the idea of an otherwise beautiful, extremely feminine looking
woman possessing near superhuman or even outright superhuman strength turned
him on like nothing else could. Furthermore, Bill's fetish was very
specific. He wasn't particularly turned on by female bodybuilders with big
bulging muscles. His dream was of a fit looking, beautiful woman who could
easily overpower him.

He could remember as a kid watching TV reruns and being excited by the
idea that Ellie May on The Beverly Hillbillies could "outrassle" the strong
and lumbering Jethro. Later when he discovered reruns of the old Wonder Woman
TV show, he was in strong girl fetish heaven.

Of course, Bill was realistic about his fetish. He knew that such
women did not exist in real life. When he met Jessica and they fell in love,
he didn't think his obsession would be an issue - especially since physically
Jessica was the living embodiment of his strong fantasy girl. He always
marveled at how she managed to stay slim and as toned and firm as a fitness
model even though he never saw her exercising.

Bill was able to keep his fantasies in check until he accidentally
ran across the Powerbabes website. It was almost as if the creators of
Powerbabes started it specifically with Bill in mind. The site specialized in
producing videos of very hot models either in bikinis or topless and in high
heels lifting realistic looking massive weights. Typically, a video would
show one of their gorgeous models going through what was supposed to be a
routine workout. The barbells and dumbbells in the videos all looked to be in
the five hundred to a thousand pound range which all the powerbabes could lift
with little or no effort. The production values and sound effects of these
videos were very high quality which made it easy for the viewer to suspend
their disbelief.

When Bill discovered Powerbabes.com, it was like a switch inside of
him had been turned on. He quickly became obsessed with the site and gladly
paid the nominal fees they charged to download videos. Being a breast man, he
was especially turned on by the videos that featured topless strong girls.

"But why do you like these stupid videos?" Jessica asked her husband
pointedly, "You know that they're fake don't you?"

"Yes, of course," Bill admitted.

"I mean, you don't really think those petite looking models can lift
that much weight, do you?"

"No, of course not." Bill was beginning to feel embarrassed.

"So why do you watch them?" Jessica asked. She clearly wanted to
understand.

"It's hard to explain," Bill repeated.

"Please, try . . . for me," Jessica said softly.

Even though it made him very uncomfortable, Bill explained his fetish
to his beautiful and loving wife. He struggled to explained and only hoped
that she would somehow understand and be sympathetic.

 Jessica seemed to take his explanation about as well as could be
expected. She asked him, "Honey, what would happen if you ever did meet a
woman like the ones in your fantasies?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, what would you want from her?"

Bill turned red with embarrassment. "Come on, Jess, don't make me
talk any more about this. I'm ashamed enough as it is."

"Honey, I don't want you to be ashamed or embarrassed; I just want to
understand. Please, tell me."

Something about the way she said it - the softness and understanding
in her voice and eyes - gave Bill the courage to share what he had never
shared with another living soul. He explained how he would like his super
strong fantasy lover to dominate and humiliate him. He described his
fantasies in detail in which he was forced to grovel and beg at the feet of a
woman who was many times stronger than him. He disclosed his deepest desires
of how he wanted an impossibly powerful woman to cause him to feel great lust
and great fear at the same time. Then he explained how ultimately he wanted
the strong girl of his dreams to cradle him in her impossibly powerful arms
and make him feel safe and protected.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this before?" asked Jessica.

"What would have been the point?" asked Bill, "I know that women like
that don't exist in the real world,"

"Don't be so sure," Jessica said cryptically.

"What do you mean?" asked Bill.

Jessica stood up and walked over to the chair where Bill was sitting.
She bent over and took hold of one of the legs. Then, with all the effort it
would take most people to pick up a newspaper, Jessica lifted Bill - chair and
all - into the air. She brought her arm up to shoulder level and extended it
to its full length, still easily holding Bill and the chair aloft.

"B-b-but that's impossible," Bill stammered out, "N-n-nobody is that
strong!"

"Oh, no?" Jessica said with a confident smile. Then she lifted the
chair and her husband even higher. She stopped when her husband's head bumped
gently against the ceiling. She held him there for several seconds without
the slightest show of strain. The confident smile on her full lips told Bill
that she could have held him there all day if she wanted to.

"P-p-please, put me down," Bill whimpered.

"As you wish," Jessica responded as she gently deposited husband and
chair to the floor.

"H-h-how strong are you?" Bill asked his beautiful wife.

"At least strong enough to lift real life weights as big as those fake
weights that the girls in those videos you love so much can lift," Jessica
replied.

"R-r-really?" Bill asked.

"Honey, do you really think you're in a position to doubt me at the
moment?" his wife asked with just a trace of menace in her voice.

"No," he concluded. Besides, he knew she was telling the truth.
Jessica never lied to him.

"Now about those videos . . . ."

"I'll delete them all right away, Jessica, I promise."

"Oh, I know you'll delete them. You'll delete them if you want to
stay healthy," Jessica said with supreme authority, "But not right away.
There's something else I want you to do for me first."

"Anything, My Love," Bill said, his heart aquiver, "Just tell me what
it is you want."

Jessica walked over to her husband and effortlessly threw him over her
shoulder. As she began to carry him towards the bedroom she said, "Let's talk
more about that fantasy where you're super strong lover forces you to beg and
grovel at her feet."

Bill toes curled with delight as his stomach fluttered with fear. He
never dreamed he could be so happy.

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