Bill's Fetish Realized
By Sonofjack,sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Bill's fetish gets him into trouble . . . again.

Here is the latest (part three) in the continuing story of Bill's Fetish. I
hope you enjoy it.

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"Please, Jessica, do it once for me." I was practically pleading with my
gorgeous wife, Jessica for a demonstration of her superhuman strength.

"But, Honey, what would the neighbors think?" she asked.

"This late at night? No one will see. Besides it's dark outside. And even if
they do see, so what? They'll just realize how amazing you really are and be
even more jealous that I'm your husband." I was saying everything I could
think of to get her to do what I wanted.

"Oh yeah? Well, what's in it for me?" she asked with a devilish grin.

"I...I'll grovel and worship at you feet," I said.

"You do that anyway - because I make you!"

"That's true," I agreed, "I'll do the dishes and be your personal slave from
now on!"

"I already make you do that too," she pointed out.

"That's true...." But I thought fast. "And doesn't that kind of devotion
deserve some reward?"

"Your reward is that I don't beat the crap out of you," she joked. At least, I
think she was joking. I HOPED she was joking. She's a little hard to read ever
since she found that video I downloaded from powerfulsimone.com.

"Please, Sweetheart, it would mean so much to me. You're not going to make me
beg are you?"

"I might. I like it when you beg. I enjoy watching you beg almost as much as
you enjoy begging."

What could I say? She really had my number. So I decided to give her what she
wanted. I got down on my knees and clasped my hands together and begged,
"Please, Jessica, it would mean so much to me. I just want to see my super-hot
wife demonstrating her super-hot strength. You know how much it turns me on .
. . . Please, Baby, please."

"I have to say, you're very good at groveling. You know what a soft spot I
have for you when you're all weak and pathetic like this," she said, "But what
you're asking me to do is not the easiest thing in the world, you know."

"It's easy for YOU, Baby. That's why it's so hot! For most people it's
impossible, but for you, with your super-strength, it's easy. Admit it,
Sweetheart: for you it's easy."

"Okay, you're right; it IS easy for me," she giggled.

"Oh, Baby, now you've GOT to do it for me. You know how crazy it makes me when
you just talk about how powerful you are."

"Okay, Honey," she agreed. Go outside and get in the car. I'll be there in a
minute."

I didn't walk, I RAN outside and got in our car which was parked in the
driveway. I was as giddy as a six year old waking up on Christmas morning.
Then I waited. And waited. It seemed like an hour; it was probably closer to
ten minutes. When Jessica came out though, it was clearly worth the wait. She
was dressed in a black bikini that accentuated every curve of her 5'11",
40-24-35 figure. Her stunning, round, full breasts in particular looked like
they could fall out at any moment.

"Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!" I said to myself. Jessica slowly, seductively walked
over to the car I was sitting in. Then she bent over and began to lift. She
lifted the entire car - with me in it! - completely off the ground. As the car
rose higher and higher, so did my penis.

I rolled down my window and looked down to see that the car and I were
approximately seven feet off the ground. "Are your arms fully extended?" I
asked.

"Don't you mean arm, as in singular?" she asked. Then she extended her left
arm out to the side where I could see that she wasn't using it.

"You...you mean your lifting me and the car over your head with just one
hand?" I asked. Even though I'd seen her lift the car like this once before,
and I knew that my added weight wouldn't make a lot of difference, I was still
so turned on at this moment that I thought I might pass out!

"Of course I'm lifting you and the car with just one hand," she said, "And you
were right: it IS easy!" Then, as if things could not get any more
unbelievable, the car started bobbing up and down in such a way that could
only mean that my hot, sexy, beautiful feminine flower of a super-strong wife
was doing one handed reps with me and the car!

After a few minutes, Jessica lowered us to the ground. I eagerly jumped out of
the car and immediately threw myself on the ground and kneeled at the lovely
feet of my super powerful wife. "Jessica, I'm so...you're so...it's just
so...." I was at a complete and utter loss trying to describe how amazed, how
turned on and how much in love I was with my incredible wife.

"Look up at me," she demanded. I looked up. She looked SO beautiful and SO
powerful. "Do you love me?" she asked.

"More than anything," I replied.

"Do you WANT me?"

"Oh God, Jessica, you know I do."

"Do you WORSHIP me?"

"Yes, Jessica, I worship you." To show it was true, I began kissing and
caressing her powerful and lovely calves.

"What is it about me that you find so special?" she asked. Her voice was full
of authority and superiority.

"It's your beauty and your...." I could hardly bring myself to say it out
loud. It was like if I said it out loud - if I actually spoke of her
impossible power - that somehow the spell would be broken.

"My what?" she demanded to know.

"Your...your..."

"MY WHAT?"

"Your strength, your incredible, amazing, stupendous, astounding super
strength and power," I cried. Once I dared to actually speak it aloud, it was
like a dam burst and a river of adjectives came flooding out. I wanted to make
up new words like "superbole" and "spendnificent" to try to describe the
indescribable awesomeness of my wife.

"Jessica, I love your strength, I worship your strength. I NEED your strength
and power. I know I'm not worthy; I can only hope and pray that you'll
continue to share your awe-inspiring gifts with me." By the time I ended my
tirade of adoration, tears were streaming down my face.

Jessica bent over and gently lifted me up. I could feel the power in her
strong arms. I could feel her large breasts pressing against me. Knowing that
she could crush me, but that instead she chose to gently caress me made me
feel loved and protected. "You're right," she said, "You're not worthy of me,
my weak little husband. But like it or not, I'm in love with you, so I guess
we're stuck with each other. Now, let's go upstairs to the bedroom where I can
show you how much I love you and you can show me how much you worship me and
my strong and beautiful body."

With that, Jessica carried me into the house and up the stairs into our
bedroom. When we got there, she threw me roughly down on the bed. She
literally ripped off my clothes, removed her bikini top revealing the
loveliest breasts in the world and jumped into bed next to me. We spent the
next several hours making love in a variety of positions - some of which were
only possible because of Jessica's ability to lift me and toss me around like
a pillow.

We didn't stop until I was so exhausted that I begged her for mercy. She
smiled at me and fucked me one more time just to remind me that she was in
charge. Then she allowed me to fall asleep wrapped in her powerful arms.
Luckily it was a Friday night which meant I could sleep in the next morning.

When I did wake up the next morning it was almost noon. Jessica had been up
for hours. "Come on, sleepy-head, get out of bed," she coaxed.

I opened my weary eyes and gazed up once again at the most beautiful woman in
the world. "Morning, Sweetie," I mumbled.

"Just barely," she responded, "Come on, Honey, it's time to get up!"

"Can I help it if you wore me out last night?" I asked.

"Can I help it if you're too frail to keep up with me?" she asked.

"Seriously, Jess, last night was...it was...." Once again I found myself
wanting to make up new adjectives to try to describe it. Wonderrific?
Increderotica? Amorawsome?

"I know, Baby, it was very nice," Jessica said, and yet I could tell that
something was bothering her.

"What is it, Baby?" I asked her.

She came over and sat next to me on the bed. She gently took my hand and
looked down at me. "You love me don't you, Bill?"

"Of course I do, Jessica, how can you even ask such a question?"

"I know it may sound stupid," she began, "I know that you worship me, and I
love that you do. It's just that...."

"What, Baby, what?"

"Well, sometimes I worry that all I am to you is big tits and muscles."

"Jessica, how can you say that? I love YOU, Baby. I admit that I love your
breasts and your muscles, but those are part of what make you who you are,
right?"

"I know," she said.

"Besides, I married you before I knew how strong you were," I pointed out.

"Yes, but I still had the big tits," she said.

"Yes, you did," I smiled. "What do you want me to say, Jessica? Yes, I love
your amazing body, and I love your awesome strength. But those aren't the only
things I love about you. You're also sweet and smart. I love just hanging out
with you. I love that you get my strange sense of humor. I love that you know
me better than anyone else in the world. I love that you're the first person I
see in the morning and the last person I see at night. You're my best friend,
Sweetheart. I mean, I'm not going to say that I don't also find you great tits
and strength incredibly hot, but those things are not all that you are."

She bent down and kissed me passionately. "Thank you, Sweetie, I needed to
hear that." I found it curious that even someone with all the gifts that
Jessica had could still find room for insecurity. "Besides," she admitted,
"I'd sure be upset if I found out you were turned on by someone else's tits
and muscles."

Then, switching gears, Jessica said, "Seriously, Bill get up now. Liz is
coming over in a little while, and I want you to look presentable."

Liz had been Jessica's best friend since second grade. "She's coming over to
see you, not me. What difference does it make if I look presentable or not?"

"It makes a difference to me; I don't want my best friends to think I married
a lazy bum!" This was one of those weird female logic things that most men
will never understand.

I rolled over in bed with every intention of going back to sleep until I heard
Jessica say, "Bill, if you don't get out of bed in the next five seconds, I'm
going to come over there and get you out, and I won't be gentle!" Weird female
logic or not, when you're married to a woman who's at least twenty times
stronger than you, you learn to respond to her demands quickly or to suffer
the consequences. I was out of bed in three seconds.

After a quick shower, I fixed myself a sandwich for lunch. Jessica came into
the kitchen and said, "Bill, I just remembered a couple of quick errands I
have to run. If I'm not back by the time Liz gets here, let her in and
entertain her for a few minutes, okay?"

"Uh, do I have to?" I asked.

"Don't be silly? Of course you have to! And do those dishes that are in the
sink. I'll be back in a little while."

I gobbled down my sandwich and started on the dishes. I hoped that Jessica
would hurry up and get back before Liz arrived. I appreciated the fact that
Liz was Jessica's best friend and all that. The problem was, there was
something about Liz that made me nervous.

One of those "something's" was that Liz was drop dead gorgeous. Don't get me
wrong, my wife Jessica was truly the most gorgeous women in the world to me,
but Liz came in a close second - a very close second. Another thing, Liz knew
she made me uncomfortable so she tortured me by flirting relentlessly with me.
I know most guys would love to have someone as gorgeous as Liz flirting with
them, but it made me feel like a mouse being cornered by a very aggressive
cat.

The thing is, until I met Jessica, I wasn't used to being around super-hot
women. And even though Jessica projected a cool aloofness to all other men,
she made me feel warm and comfortable from the very start. This was not always
true of Liz.

Just as I finished up the dishes, I heard the doorbell ring. I figured it had
to be Liz, and I decided that I would make the best of things. I put on my
most pleasant smile and went and opened the door. When I saw Liz, for a split
second I was taken aback. I'd forgotten just how beautiful she was.

Though Jessica and Liz were both very beautiful women, they had almost as many
differences as they did similarities. Whereas Jess was tall and slender, at
5'5", Liz was six inches shorter and slightly more voluptuous. When I say
voluptuous, I mean that she had a very pleasing softness to her. This was
despite the fact that she had a trim 26 inch waist. Whereas Liz's hair is
auburn - on the brownish side - Liz's hair is fiery red and slightly longer
than Jess's. Whereas Jessica has an oval shaped face with (as I mentioned
earlier) an aloof beauty, Liz's has a round, kewpie doll face with an open,
up-for-anything countenance. Jessica's eyes are sleepy green; Liz's are a
deep, penetrating brown.

The thing that is most similar about the two beauties is that they both have
round, full, delectable breasts that are roughly the same impressive size.
However, due to Liz's shorter stature, hers appeared to be larger. They also
have similarly tight, fit bodies with toned abs and round, luscious booties.

"Come on in, Liz, Jess is running a few errands, but she should be back any
minute now," I said ushering my wife's gorgeous friend in.

"Oh, good! That gives us a little bit of alone time!" she responded, "That is,
unless I'm keeping you from something?"

"No, no; I just finished up with the morning dishes," I explained.

"I'm happy to know that you've finished your husbandly chores, and now you can
devote your time to entertaining little ol' me!"

"That's what I'm here for," I said, trying to get into the spirit of things,
"Can I get you anything to drink?" I asked.

"Not unless you can pour yourself into a tall glass," she said. Now the
flirting was starting in earnest. I knew that any second now she would mention
the coin toss. "You know I'll never forgive myself for calling 'tails' that
night," she said.

Annnnd there it was. Liz had been talking about this alleged coin toss for
almost two years now. She was with Jessica the night we met. According to Liz,
she and Jessica flipped a coin to see which one would come over and start
talking to me first. Frankly, I don't believe it. Jessica's sure never
mentioned it, and I've never asked her about it.

"I know, I know," I said, "Jessica lost the coin toss and now she's stuck with
me."

"That's not the way it happened at all," Liz disagreed, "Jessica WON the coin
toss and you were the prize." Then with an exaggerated sigh she said, "And
I've been lonely ever since."

"Yes, well you haven't been TOO lonely," I pointed out. In the time I've known
her, Liz has had at least ten different boyfriends. For some strange reason,
though, none of them seem to last for long. It's hard to understand for
someone who's as gorgeous as she is.

"That's true," she agreed, "But I haven't been able to find a man as good as
you."

"What about Andy?" I asked. As soon as the words left my mouth, wished I could
take them back. Andy was a man that Liz was married to briefly before Jessica
and I met. The story I heard was that their marriage broke up because Andy was
addicted to internet porn. That's one of the reasons why Jessica is so
sensitive about my former habit of downloading strong girl videos. Jessica
made it clear that I had to choose between downloading more videos or keeping
all my bones intact, but that I could have both.

"Oh him," Liz said nonchalantly, "It turns out he couldn't handle a woman like
me." I was relieved that she didn't seem too broken up about it.

"What do you mean a woman like you?" I asked.

"You know, a woman like me." When she saw from the look on my face that I had
no idea what she was talking about she said, "You know...women like me and
Jessica?"

"You mean beautiful women?" I asked still not getting it.

"No, Darling, strong women," she replied. When she saw my surprise she said,
"You mean Jessica's never told you about me?"

"You mean you're strong like Jessica?" I asked incredulously.

"Didn't she ever tell you how we became friends?" I shook my head no. "When we
were in second grade, a group of ten fifth grade boys tried to make all the
second graders get off the jungle gym on the playground. They threatened to
beat us up. Instead, Jessica and I beat the crap out of them. We've been best
friends ever since."

"Are you trying to say that you're strong like Jessica?" I repeated.

"Not exactly."

Getting back to the subject of her ex-husband I said, "So you and Andy broke
up because...?"

"He couldn't handle the fact that I was stronger than him," Liz concluded.

"But Jessica told me that you two broke up because of internet porn."

"That's just what I told her. At the time she was worried that she would never
find a man who would accept her strength. I didn't want to worry her so I told
her that we broke up over porn."

"So Andy wasn't addicted to internet porn?" I asked. I'd heard that story so
many times that it was hard not to believe.

"Oh, he loved internet porn for sure. That didn't bother me. We watched it
together a lot. We used it to inspire us and to find new ways to violate one
another. No, Andy and I broke up because he didn't like my strong, dominant
ways."

"Really?" I asked. She must have sensed that I wanted to hear more because she
sure filled my ears.

"I felt that it was only right that he should be subservient to me since I was
by far the more powerful partner. I thought he should gladly be willing to
grovel and beg for my love. After all someone as beautiful and as strong as me
is clearly a goddess that deserves worship. Don't you agree?"

"Uh, yeah," I said quietly.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, Bill. I know that Jessica finally revealed
her super-strength to you. She tells me everything."

"Everything?"

"Of course; we're best friends, Sweetie. She told me how you love to get on
your knees and kiss her feet and how you do whatever she tells you to do. To
tell the truth, I'm a little jealous. I mean, sure I could have MADE Andy do
those things for me - in fact, I DID make him - but his heart never was in it.
However Jessica tells me that you LOVE serving and worshiping her."

"You're jealous of Jessica because of me?" I asked.

"Hell yes! A good slave is hard to find. I just wish instead of flipping a
coin that night, we would have arm wrestled to see who went over to you
first."

"Arm wrestled? But you said you weren't as strong as Jessica," I reminded her.

"NO, Honey, when you asked if I was strong like Jessica I said, 'Not exactly.'
What I meant was I'm stronger than Jessica."

"Stronger?" I could hardly believe my ears.

"Sweetie, I'm much stronger than your wife." Then, waiting a few seconds for
the words to sink in, she said, "Much. Stronger."

"Much stronger?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with her lovely brown eyes locked on mine. "How does that make
you feel?" she asked.

Just then, with Liz's provocative question still hanging in the air, the door
opened and Jessica said, "Hey you two, I'm back!"

Liz spoke first, "Hey, Jess, Bill and I were just getting better acquainted."

"Not too well acquainted I hope," Jessica joked. I just sat there too
dumbfounded to speak. Jessica looked at me and repeated, "Not too well
acquainted I hope. Bill!"

"Oh, no! Of course not," I assured her. My mind was still reeling from what
Liz had told me. Could it really be that she was even stronger than Jessica?
What it really possible?

Liz spoke up, "Come on, Jessica, let's hurry up and get outside. We're wasting
all of those delicious sun rays."

Jessica shot me a suspicious look, but then responded to Liz. "You change in
the downstairs bathroom; I'll change upstairs and meet you here in five
minutes."

I started to walk away when Jessica grabbed me by the collar. "You come with
me," she said. When she got up stairs she asked me, "What were you and Liz
talking about?"

"We were just making small talk," I said evasively.

"Why are you acting so strange?" she asked.

"Well...you know how Liz likes to flirt with me, and you know how it makes me
uncomfortable," I said.

"Oh, Honey, you know she doesn't mean anything by it. Liz just likes to be the
center of attention, but, Bill, you knows she's my oldest and dearest friend."

"I know, Jess, that's why I try to be nice to her."

"I appreciate it, Sweetheart."

"Uh, Jessica, can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Sweetie."

"Liz says that the night that you and I met, that the two of you flipped a
coin to see which one of you would come over and talk to me first. Is that
true?"

Jessica got an uncomfortable look on her face. Finally she said, "Honey, you
have to understand, Liz had just broken up with Andy at the time, and I took
her out to try to cheer her up. When we spotted you, we both thought you were
cute, so we flipped a coin to see which one of us would 'get' you. It was just
a silly game we were playing. How was I supposed to know that I would really
fall for you?"

"Oh," I said.

"Why? You're not sorry I won the coin toss are you?" Jessica laughed.

"Noofcoursenot," I said a little too fast. Thank God Jessica didn't seem to
notice.

While we were talking, Jessica slipped into an even smaller bikini that the
one she wore the night before. "Listen, Honey, Liz and I are going to go work
on our tans outside. We'll probably get thirsty in about forty-five minutes,
so bring us out a pitcher of lemonades around then, okay?"

"What if I don't want to?" Bill thought to himself. However, his relationship
with Jessica had progressed to the point where he knew better than to say
something like that to her. "Sure thing, Honey," he replied.

A few minutes later, the two stunning women were outside sitting on chaise
lounge lawn chairs. We had a large covered patio behind our house, so they had
to pull the chairs pretty far out into the yard to catch any sun. This was
good though, because it gave me an excellent view of them from the bedroom
window up stairs. Even though they were facing me in their chairs I knew they
couldn't see me watching them with the glare of the sun in their eyes.

Next to the two sunning beauties was a little lawn table with a few chairs
around it. This is where I was expected to serve the ladies lemonade later. To
complete the picture, our yard was surrounded by a high wooden fence that I
hoped would provide enough privacy for Jessica and Liz to feel comfortable
removing their tops.

I got a chair and situated myself behind the bedroom window that looked out
into the back yard. I positioned myself far enough away from the window so
that I was sure they couldn't see me even though I had a clear view of them.
They were far enough away that I could hear them talking and laughing, but
couldn't quite make out what their conversation was about. "C'mon, ladies, you
want to get even tans, don't you? Takes off those tops," I whispered, "Take
them riiight off."

A minute later, they did!

Seeing my beautiful wife and her almost equally gorgeous friend sitting in my
back yard topless, was an amazing site to behold. They had four of the
loveliest breasts one could imagine. When I began to think about the many
feats of super-strength I'd seen Jessica perform, my dick began to stir.
Picturing in my mind's eye my beautiful, sexy, big-titted wife lifting a whole
car over her head with one hand, made my dick rock hard.

Then a thought began to creep into my psyche against my will. Liz is almost
and beautiful, almost as sexy and just as big-titted as Jessica, and SHE
CLAIMS TO BE EVEN STRONGER. But could such a thing be true? I thought to
myself that she must be messing with me. Then I thought who knows? She was
telling the truth about the coin toss.... Was it possible that she really was
stronger than Jessica like she said? And she didn't just say stronger; she
said MUCH stronger.

If that was true, what did it mean? If Jessica can lift a car with one hand
and Liz was MUCH stronger, what could Liz lift? A building? Then I started to
think of other things Liz said like how she liked to watch porn with her
ex-husband and how she expected to be treated like a goddess. She was always a
little more fun loving that Jessica, always a little less uptight. How did
that translate in the bedroom I asked myself.

I found myself wondering what it would be like to be Liz's love slave. I
wondered if she would emit little sighs of pleasure the way Jessica did when I
licked and sucked her precious toes. I imagined what it would be like to fuck
her huge tits while she held me aloft in her powerful arms - her arms that
were even more powerful than Jessica's.

The more I thought about it, the more I began to ponder. "What would have
happened if Liz had won that coin toss?" I asked myself quietly.

But no! It was best that I put thoughts like that out of my head. I was
married to Jessica. I LOVED Jessica I reminded myself. Who cares if Liz is
stronger or not? Jessica was still the most beautiful, most desirable woman in
the world! Jessica was still the love of my life. I assured her this very
morning in this very room that she wasn't just a great set of tits and
superpowered muscles to me.

Why was I like this I asked myself? Why did I have to have this "thing", this
fetish for strong women? Why couldn't I just be satisfied with Jessica's
already incredible power?

Just then I heard Jessica say loudly, "Gee, I wish my sweet husband would get
on the ball and bring out some lemonade for his wife and her friend." I
realized she was saying this extra loud hoping that I would hear her.

"Geez, has it been forty-five minutes already?" I asked myself. Consulting my
watch, I discovered that it had. Then I looked down at my pants. Not only was
there an obvious bulge, but there was also a prominent pre-cum stain in my
crotch.

I began to calculate how much time it would take for me to change pants and
prepare the lemonade for Jessica and Liz. I also wondered what I would say if
Jessica asked me why I changed my pants. She had a habit of noticing stuff
like that. I knew that if I didn't take the lemonade out to them I would be in
trouble later, but I would be in even bigger trouble if I went out with a
raging hard-on and a stained crotch.

Just then something caught my eye. I could see Jessica and Liz talking back
and forth. I knew them well enough to figure out what they were talking about
even though I couldn't completely hear them. They had this thing where they
would fake bicker back and forth like an old married couple. I suspected that
they had given up on me and were "arguing" about which one would go to the
house and get the lemonade.

Then they did something I didn't expect. They got up and sat at the lawn
table. They sat down on opposite sides. Liz was facing towards me; Jessica had
her back to me. I was stunned as I saw them place their arms on the table as
if they were going to arm wrestle! I figured this was how they were going to
settle which one would fetch the lemonade.

More importantly, now I would find out if Liz had been telling the truth! I
heard Liz say in a loud voice, "One, two, three: GO!"

At that moment I could not have moved from my chair if I wanted to. I was
fixated on the contest before me. Two of the hottest and strongest women in
the world were having a topless arm wrestling match in my back yard! How often
can a man truthfully make that statement?

I could see the muscles in Jessica's back tense up as she began to push. Liz,
on the other hand, didn't seem to be making much of an effort. "My God, it's
true," I said to myself. To my amazement, Jessica moved her other arm up and
began to pull on Liz's arm using both of her appendages! This is when Liz
started to struggle back. Still, she was holding her own against both of
Jessica powerful arms.

Remember, I've seen Jessica bend steel crowbars with her arms, and crush
bricks with her hands. Yet Liz was still able to resist. It took effort on her
part, but slowly and steadily, Liz was able to push Jessica's arms down to the
table and emerge as the clear winner.

Jessica got up, gave her friend a good-natured smile and began walking towards
the house.

I sat in my chair staring at the powerful, beautiful goddess sitting in my
back yard. She raised her head towards the window I was sitting behind and
winked! Did she know I was there? I couldn't be sure until she blew a little
kiss at me.

At first I just marveled at the vision of the sexy, ultra-powerful, topless
goddess in my back yard. I was too afraid to even breathe. She knew that I was
watching her, and the sultry smile on her face told me that she was enjoying
the attention. As I gradually came to my senses, I could feel the throbbing in
my dick. I couldn't help myself. Before I was consciously aware of it, my hand
had reached down into my pants, and I was stroking my hard penis.

I only stroked it for a matter of seconds when I felt my orgasm start to rise.
Whether I wanted to be doing it or not, I was about to cum while jerking off
to my wife's best friend. Just as I reached the point of no return, I heard a
voice behind me, "What the fuck is going on here?!?"

It was Jessica. My body froze. Unfortunately the same could not be said of my
cum. It shot out of my dick and soaked the front of my underwear and trousers.

"Please, Jessica, I can explain," I whimpered. She was clearly not in the mood
for an explanation. She grabbed me by the back of my shirt collar and lifted
me high into the air.

She shook me hard and said, "This is it! This time you've had it! Do you
remember what I said I'd do if something like this happened again?"

"Y-y-you said I'd spend at least a month in the hospital in t-t-traction," I
replied.

"That's right, only now that I think about it, a month doesn't seem long
enough for ever bone in your body to mend."

"Please, Jessica," I begged as I hung there in midair, "Please, don't hurt
me.... Y-y-you still love me don't you?" She stood there holding me up as if I
weighed nothing and seemed to be considering my fate.

Finally she said, "I'm sorry, Honey, but I just can't let you get away with it
this time. I have to hurt you, or you'll never learn."

"What's going on up there?" Liz's voice called out from downstairs.

"You won't believe this," Jessica said and she walked out to the top of the
stairs still holding my aloft. "I came upstairs to see what my husband was
doing, and I caught him watching you through the window and jerking off!"

"Well, can you blame him?" Liz asked. She had put her bikini top back on, but
she still looked amazing.

"That's enough, Liz, I'm not in the mood for your 'humor' at the moment,"
Jessica said.

"Jessica, Honey, before you do something you might regret later, like beat
your husband to a pulp, come on down and let's all discuss this rationally."

Without saying a word, still holding me in the air, Jessica descended the
stairs. When we got into the living room, she tossed me into the nearest chair
and asked Liz, "What is there to discuss?"

"Jessica, you're my best friend. Like I said, I just don't want you to do
something you'll regret later. Weren't you to one who was telling me just a
little while ago how much you loved Bill?"

"Yes," she said, "Gee it's amazing how quickly such tender feelings fly out
the window when you catch your husband jerking off to another woman."

"Well, I can certainly understand THAT," Liz said and she gave me an
intimidating glare. "However, it may not be completely his fault."

"What do you mean?" Jessica asked.

"You know how I like to flirt," Liz began.

"Yes, go on," Jessica bade.

"Before you got here, I was laying it on pretty thick," Liz said.

"How so?" asked Jessica.

"I told him that I was stronger than you," she admitted. "You told me about
his strong girl fetish, and I told him anyway because I knew that it would
drive him insane with desire."

"Damn!" Jessica cried out, "It's that goddamned fetish of yours again," she
said looking over at me. "What is it with you? I thought you wanted to be my
slave," she said.

"I do, Jessica, I swear I do," I said.

"How can you be my slave when you're already a slave to your fetish?"

I hung my head unable to come up with a believable answer.

"But listen, Jessica," Liz said, "I knew that Bill was watching us from the
window. That's why I suggested we arm wrestle. I knew that it would turn him
on if he saw me defeat you. When we finished, I even blew him a little kiss."

"Why would you do those things?" Jessica asked her best friend.

"Because I'm jealous of you," Liz confessed, "You know how hard it is for
strong women to find men who aren't scared shitless of us. You have a great
guy like Bill, and I don't."

"What makes you think Bill isn't scared shitless of me?" Jessica asked. She
turned to me and said, "You're scared shitless of me aren't you, Honey?"

"Yes, Jessica," I answered truthfully.

"Yes," agreed Liz, "But being sacred shitless of your much more powerful wife
also gets you hotter than anything, doesn't it, Bill?"

"Yes, Liz," I answered truthfully.

"So what are you saying, Liz?" asked Jessica, "Are you saying that you want my
husband?" I have to admit that the thought of Liz and Jessica mutually wanting
me both terrified me and aroused me to the Nth degree.

Liz calmly said to Jessica, "Honey, why don't you and I go in the kitchen and
talk this over. I may have a solution."

"Okay," Jessica agreed. She looked over at me and said, "Bill, if you know
what's good for you, you won't move an inch from that chair."

Liz and Jessica went into the kitchen. I could hear them talking in low tones,
but couldn't make out what they were saying. However, I could hear enough that
it sounded like they came to some kind of agreement.

The two superwomen came out of the kitchen. Jessica looked at me and said,
"Liz and I have decided that we're going to have another arm wrestling match."

"What for?" I asked.

"For you," Liz answered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We decided to arm wrestle to see which one of us gets to keep you," Liz
explained.

"But!" I exclaimed.

"But what," Liz asked.

"Don't I have some say in this?"

Liz laughed. "I don't see why you should; you're the prize in this little
contest. Does the stuffed bear at the carnival get a say in who wins him?"

"But -"

"It's already settled; this is what we agreed to," Jessica said sternly.

Realizing that I had no power in this matter, I asked Jessica, "Honey, can we
talk privately for a second?"

Jessica looked over at Liz. Liz said, "Sure, go ahead. Soon he'll be my
property anyway. I'll just wait for the two of you in the kitchen."

Jessica looked at me and said, "What is it?"

"Honey, don't you love me anymore?" I asked, my eyes beginning to fill with
tears.

"Of course I do," she said her eyes also moist with emotion.

"Then why did you agree to this?" I asked.

"It's my only chance," she explained, "Liz threatened to simply take you by
force. She said that you should have been hers in the first place because we
should have arm wrestled to see who got to talk to you first instead of
flipping a coin."

"But, Honey, have you EVER beaten Liz in arm wrestling?"

"I've come close a couple of times. She always lets me use both arms against
her."

"Do you...do you think you can beat her now?" I asked.

"All I can do is push and pull like I've never done before," Jessica said. "At
least this way I have a chance."

"Come on! Let's get this over with!" Liz called from the kitchen. "I'm anxious
to claim my prize."

"We're coming," Jessica answered as we made our way to the table where Liz was
already sitting.

Jessica took up her place at the table. Liz explained, "Okay, the rules are
very simple. One match; winner takes all." She winked at me and said, "And by
'all' I mean you, Cutie!" Then she continued, "No best two out of three, no
ifs, ands or buts. Whoever wins gets to keep Bill."

I'm not proud to admit it, but it kind of gave me a thrill - a little flutter
in my stomach - to think of myself as the prize in this contest between
superwomen.

Liz said, "Bill, I think it's only fitting that you start us."

"What should I say," I asked.

"Just say 'one, two, three: Go!'" Liz instructed.

I took a deep breath. "One, two, three: GO!" I shouted.

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