Bill's Fetish Resolved
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Who will Bill end up with, Jessica or Liz?

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This story starts immediately where "Bill's Fetish Realized" ends. Therefore,
you should read that story first if you haven't already. You can find it on
my (Sonofjack's) bookshelf.

Thanks for all the readers who emailed me with comments and suggestions on how
the story should end. The voting was about equally divided between Liz and
Jessica with one having a slight edge.

I welcome any comments on this story. Email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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

    Even though I was watching it with my own eyes, I could hardly believe
what was happening. My beautiful, sexy, super-strong wife Jessica was locked
in an arm wrestling match with her almost as beautiful and sexy and apparently
even more super-strong best friend Liz with me as the prize.

    I was both horrified and thrilled by the prospect of my fate being
decided by a contest like this. I was horrified because I had so little say
in what was going on. These two superwomen were deciding what would happen to
me as if I were no more than a trophy. I knew that whichever woman won, I was
to be her personal property - practically her slave - from that moment on. My
life would be one of subservience and submissiveness to the whims of one of
these two women - either one with enough strength and sex appeal to easily
bend me to her will.

    Ironically, this is also why I was thrilled.

    On the one hand there was my loving wife Jessica who was tall and
beautiful, sweet and kind, fun loving and generous. Just a few hours ago the
thought that I might leave her for another woman seemed inconceivable.

    On the other hand there was Liz. Liz was also beautiful and sexy.
Plus, she seemed like she was a little more wild - a little more of a free
spirit - than Jessica. I couldn't help but wonder what that would mean behind
closed doors. Besides, she revealed a couple of intriguing facts to me less
than two hours ago. One was that she was jealous of Jessica for having an
obedient husband such of me that worshiped his wife's vastly superior
strength. It seems that she also wanted a husband that was willing to grovel
and worships at her feet.

    The other thing she revealed to me is that she is even stronger than
Jessica. According to her, she is "much stronger" than Jessica. This is what
really caught my attention. As incredibly strong as my wife is, another hot,
sexy woman who is even stronger wanted me for her own. First, I can't help
but wonder just what amazing feats of strength Liz is capable of, and I can't
deny that just the thought of it turns me on to the Nth degree.

    Watching Jessica and Liz arm wrestling, it's clear that Liz is the
stronger of the two. For one thing, Liz is allowing Jessica to use both her
arms while she uses only one. Even with this advantage, Jessica is clearly
using all her strength and pushing and pulling with all her might while Liz
looks as if she's hardly straining at all.

    As much as I hate to admit it, seeing Liz's cool, confident smile as
my super-strong wife tries with all her strength to move her arm down almost
makes me hope that Liz will win. Maybe I AM just a slave to my strong girl
fetish because I can't help but be turned on by the prospect of being able to
worship the body and grovel at the feet of the strongest woman in the world.

    Liz MUST be the strongest woman in the world. I've seen Jessica
perform some amazing feats of strength such as bending steel bars like they
were made out of taffy and crushing rocks into powder. I've even seen her
lift our car over her head with just one hand. For Liz to be able to resist
the incredible strength of both of Jessica's arms with just one arm - and to
look so calm while she's doing it . . . . She MUST be the strongest woman in
the world. This means that she's the strongest PERSON in the world, because I
KNOW that my wife is far stronger than any mere man.

    I was almost ready to throw myself on the ground at Liz's feet and
start kissing her sweet little bare toes when something happened to change my
mind. I looked over at Jessica's beautiful face - my wife's endearing, warm,
alluring face - when I saw a single tear roll down her lovely cheek.

    That single tear was like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown in
my face! Seeing Jessica's face that was usually lit up with joy and laughter
shedding a single tear was enough to bring me to my senses. The realization
that my actions had brought that tear to her eye made me feel small and
ashamed.

    When Jessica found out that I had a strong girl fetish, she did
everything she could to indulge me. Even though I knew that she wasn't
entirely comfortable with it at first, she did everything I'd asked of her and
even came up with her own creative ways to pamper me. As she grew more
comfortable, she also grew more dominant. However, she was always careful to
balance her dominance over me with words and acts of love and adoration.

    How could I even think of allowing another woman to come between us?
How could I even think about not showing allegiance to this woman that was so
far over my head that it was a wonder I didn't get a nose bleed every time I
reached up to kiss her sweet ass?

    Okay, so maybe Liz was sexy and strong enough to take whatever she
wanted. But I was still a man dammit! To her I might just be a prize to be
won or lost, but this prize was at least going to be heard.

    "C'mon, Jessica, pull!" I shouted. "Push and pull, Baby; you can beat
her.  I know you can!"

    "I-I'm trying," Jessica sobbed, "I'm trying as hard as I can."

    "Please, Baby, please, pull a little harder. Do it for me, Baby. I
love you so much. You have to win for ME, Sweetheart, you HAVE to."

    Liz was still smiling confidently when she said, "There's no way you
can beat me, Jess. I'm just too strong for you, and I always have been. But
don't worry; I'll take good care of Bill for you."

    "To hell with that," I said, "Jessica is my wife, and no matter what
happens, I'm staying with her!"

    Liz looked over at me and said, "You won't have a choice, Little Man.
When I count to three, I'm taking your wife down, and then you'll belong to me
fair and square. That means I'm going to carry you off and take you home with
me. But don't worry, Bill, when you discover the pleasures I can bring to
your body with my vastly superior strength, you'll forget all about your
little wifey here."

    "The hell I will," I protested.

    "Face it, Teddy Bear, there's not a thing you can do to stop me. Now,
here I go, one . . . two . . . "

    I knew that it was crazy to think I could make a difference, but I had
to try SOMETHING, so I added my two hands to Jessica's and tried to help her
pull Liz's arm down. As soon as I began to pull, I understood just how
useless my effort was. I could feel the power in Liz's arm. I knew that I
could no sooner influence this contest than I could move Mt. Everest.

    Then a strange thing happened. Liz smiled at Jessica and said, "See I
told you." Jessica smiled back and both women relaxed their arms.

    "You were right," Jessica said.

    I was left standing there puzzled and confused. Jessica stood up and
kissed me passionately.

    Liz looked up and explained, "When I talked with Jessica privately in
the kitchen, I told her that I was sure that your love for her was even more
powerful than your strong girl fetish."

    Jessica, still holding me in her powerful arms, continued, "I,
frankly, had my doubts. That's when Liz came up with the idea of this arm
wrestling contest. She was sure that you'd come around if you were actually
faced with the prospect of losing me. And she was right, I'm happy to
discover."

    I looked at Liz and said, "So you never had any intention of . . . .
" I left the rest unsaid.

    "Darling, do you really think I'd steal my best friend's husband? I
mean you're cute, but I've known Jessica since second grade."

    "And do you really think I'd risk losing you like that?" Jessica
asked.

    "So, what would have happened if I hadn't . . . ?" Then it occurred
to me that perhaps it was better not to ask this question.

    "Emphatically expressed your desire to stay with me?" asked Jessica.

    "Well . . . yeah," I answered meekly.

    "Let's just say that it would have been a long time before you were
able to eat solid foods again and leave it at that," Jessica responded.  

    Leaving it at that seemed like a very good suggestion.

    "Well, now that I've saved your marriage," Liz announced, "It's time
for me to go home."

    "Do you have to go so soon?" Jessica asked.

    "Yes, I've got a big date tonight," Liz explained, "If I'm lucky, I
might just find a man like Bill who likes strong women. In any case, he's
cute enough that I have a feeling HE'LL get lucky tonight." Then Liz looked
at me and said, "Walk me to my car, Bill?"

    I looked at Jessica for permission. She nodded her consent.

    When Liz and I were alone outside she looked at me and said, "I hope
that you've learned your lesson and now realize what a lucky man you are."

    "Believe me, I do," I said.

    "I mean it, Bill. Jessica is the sweetest, most loving person I know,
and she loves you with all her heart. If you ever hurt her again by looking
at another woman - even me - you won't have to worry about her breaking all
your bones because I'll do it for her."

    "I understand," I gulped. "Liz, thanks for being such a good friend
to Jessica. I promise that she really does mean everything to me. I won't
forget that ever again. I promise."

    "Be sure and tell her that," she scolded.

    "Believe me, I will."

    "Then my work here is done," she said.

    "Heh, I have to admit that you really had me going," I said.

    "What do you mean?" she asked.

    "For awhile there, I thought that you really were jealous of Jessica
for having me and that you really wanted me for yourself."

    Liz stepped in close to me and whispered, "I'll let you in on a little
secret, Sport, I am and I do - only not enough to break the heart of my best
friend. But let's just keep that secret between the two of us, okay?"

    "Okay," I agreed, "But just one other thing, Liz."

    "What's that, Sport?"

    "Just how strong are you?" I asked.

    "What's the most impressive thing you've ever seen Jessica do?" she
asked.

    "Lift our car over her head with one hand," I replied.

    She laughed. "That car in the driveway?" she asked.

    "Yes."

    "Sport, I could lift that car over my head with one finger. The only
hard part would be getting the balance right."

    "No shit?" I asked amazed.

    "No. Shit." She answered me looking at me with a steady gaze.

    "Have a nice date," I said.

    "I will. Now go inside and kiss your wife."

    That's exactly what I did. After several kisses in fact, I said to
Jessica, "You know, we're lucky to have a friend like Liz."

    "Oh, so now she's OUR friend, huh?" Jessica asked.

    "I hope so," I responded.

    "I'm glad you feel that way," Jessica said, "However, that doesn't
mean that you're completely off the hook."

    "What do you mean?" I asked nervously.

    "There's still the little matter of you masturbating while watching
Liz in the back yard," she said. "You still have to be punished for that."

    This filled my heart with dread because I knew without a doubt that
Jessica could easily beat me to a pulp without even breaking a sweat.
However, I also knew that I had it coming so even though my stomach was
churning with dread, I manned up as best I could. "W-w-hat's my punishment?"
I asked.

    She threw me effortlessly over her shoulder. "I'm taking you to bed
early tonight," she said and she started up the stairs towards the bedroom.

    "Don't I get any supper?" I asked.

    "You'll just have to eat my pussy for supper tonight, Darling," she
replied.

    "What about desert?" I asked.

    "You're right!" she said. She turned around and carried me into the
kitchen. She got some whipped cream and jam out of the fridge and handed them
to me. Then she got some honey out of the cupboard, and began heading once
again towards the bedroom.

    When we got there, Jessica threw me onto the bed and ordered me to get
NAKED. As I hastened to comply I asked her, "So you're not mad about . . .
earlier?"

    "Let's just say you made up for it when you tried to help me during
the arm wrestling match," she replied.

    "It was pretty dumb of me to think I could make a difference, huh?"

    "Well yes," she conceded, "But it was heroic and sweet of you all the
same."   

    "Liz told me that she could lift our car with one finger," I said.

    "That sounds about right," Jessica confirmed.

    "Wow! She's going to make the right guy very happy," I said.

    "Someone like you?" she asked.

    "Someone like me who hasn't already found the love of his life," I
replied. "Jessica, you mean everything to me, and I promise that I'll never
forget that again. Not even for a nanosecond."

    "Good answer," she said. Then she dipped her finger into the jar of
jam and smeared some on my lips. She began to lick it off and this turned
into the most toes curling kiss of my life. Then she removed her top and lay
down next to me. She covered her bountiful breasts with whipped cream and
said, "Let's start with desert and you can work your way down to the main
course."

    I was only too willing to comply.

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