My Girlfriend Is Even Stronger Than My Wife
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
The title kind of gives it away....


I'm lying in bed with my arms pinned down by a pair of incredibly strong arms.
My head is resting on a pillow while a pair of round, firm 32H-cup breasts
dangle inches from my face. The powerful arms and the luscious breasts belong
to my gorgeous wife Britannia. With her beautiful lips twisted into a saucy
smile she asks, "How does it feel knowing that at this moment you are
completely at my mercy?"

"Be gentle," I implore her.

"I make no promises," she jokes.

She is straddling me with her strong, fit body. We are both naked, of course.

"Do you like having my big tits dangling in your face?" she asks.

"Yes, honey, you know I love every inch of your sexy body," I reply, but it's
true that I had a special fondness for her huge breasts.

"But you really, really, really, really love my big, firm, round, juicy,
succulent tits, right? I mean really, really LOVE them a lot?" she asks
playfully.

"Yes, honey, I really, really love them a lot," I confirm (emphasis on FIRM).

"You know that they're just for you, right? You know that you can have them
any time you want in any way you want them, right? Only you."

"Yes, I do," I tell her.

"Because I'll let you fuck them or suck them or lick them or play with them
any time you want. Only you."

She was laying on the "only you" part pretty heavy, and I knew why. Still, it
makes me feel awesome knowing that such an incredibly gorgeous redheaded
goddess is so eager to please me. It's true; she will let me indulge myself
with her amazing, huge and awesome breasts any time and any way I want. She's
even helped me come up with ways to enjoy them that I might not have had the
imagination to think of on my own.

And that's equally true of her round, firm ass, her long, muscular legs, her
strong, rippling arms, her lovely lips and her tender, supple tongue. There is
not one inch of my amazing wife's spectacular body that she won't use to bring
me pleasure. And she insists that I don't have to ask. "I want you to TELL me
what you want me to do," she says all the time. "Compel me. Command me!"

This is kind of crazy since physically I couldn't make my wife to do anything.
When I said she has strong arms, I mean that her arms - as well as the rest of
her fit, healthy body - possess super strength. She can do one-handed curls
with 1000 pound dumbbells with either hand. She can curl two 1000 pound
dumbbells, one in each hand, at the same time, and she makes it look easy!

And she knows I love her awesome super strength as much as I love her amazing
breasts. To emphasize her physical superiority she flexes her budging biceps.
"Tell me you love my big, powerful muscles," she says.

"Oh, Britannia, I love your big, powerful muscles. I love them so much," I
gush. It's difficult to explain the effect that my wife's amazing strength has
on me. It turns me on so much knowing that the wonderful, sexy and feminine
woman that I'm married to also has the power to punch through brick walls and
press two ton barbells over her head.

"You're truly impressed by my strength aren't you?" she asks. There is doubt
in her voice where there didn't used to be.

"Of course, honey," I reassure her

"Even though -"

I cut her off. "Yes, honey, even though... you know."

Just then there is a loud pounding on the door. A commanding female voice
calls, "Your time is up! It's my turn now!"

Britannia's face becomes sad. "But you said I could have an hour of alone time
with him. It hasn't even been forty minutes."

"I changed my mind! Now open this door before I break it down!"

Britannia whispers, "Yesterday while she was out I had the bedroom door
replaced with a new door made of titanium steel."

"Do you think it's strong enough to keep her out?" I ask. I was more curious
than hopeful.

"Maybe," she replied, "It's too strong for me to break down. I mean I'd
probably be able to break it down eventually, but it would take time and a
great deal of effort. It might -"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence when the powerful titanium door
began to bulge inward with a mournful creak. In a matter of seconds Valencia,
the woman making the demands on the other side of the door was standing inside
the room with the twisted remains of the steel door crumpled in front of her.

"Nice try," she sneered at Britannia. "Now get off my man!" she demanded.

"Your man? He's my husband!" Britannia point out.

"I don't care; he's MY boyfriend!" Valencia retaliated.

It's true. Somehow I found myself with both a wife AND a girlfriend. It all
happened so fast....

I knew the first time I saw Valencia at the gym that I wanted to be with her.
As gorgeous as my wife Britannia is, Valencia is... I can't say that she's
prettier than my wife exactly, but there are some undeniable facts.

For one thing, Valencia's breasts are even bigger than Britannia's.
Britannia's breasts are 32H cup whereas Valencia's are 36K, and they're just
as full, firm and round. I know it sounds superficial to compare another woman
to my wife this way, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't matter to me.

And the rest of Valencia's assets are also just as impressive. At 6'1", she's
three inches taller than Britannia, and if I'm being honest, her ass is
slightly fuller and rounder.

Valencia's gorgeous body was on full display that day at the gym in her sexy
workout attire. She was wearing a pink spandex sports bra that stretched
heroically to contain her overflowing breasts with black spandex short shorts
that showed off an ample portion of her amazing derriere. On her feet she
wore... actually, I don't remember what she wore on her feet. Who cares?

Regarding their hair and faces, Britannia has red hair, and I've always had a
thing for redheads so that gives a slight advantage to my wife. She also has
beautiful green eyes and a very inviting, friendly girl-next-door face.
Britannia's dazzling smile has the power to melt my heart every time she
flashes it (which has not been as much since Valencia entered the picture).

Valencia on the other hand has dark hair, dark eyes and olive skin that give
her more of a smoldering, Mediterranean look. When she looks at me with those
penetrating eyes, it's like she's looking directly into my soul. Her ultra
full, pouting lips rarely smile. This gives her kind of an aloof,
"above-it-all" look that makes it even more special that she is so eager to
share her body with any mere mortal.

Of course, the moment Valencia and I locked eyes, she wanted me. I say "of
course" because that's the way it's always been with me since I first became
interested in girls. Any girl or woman that I've been attracted to sexually
has also been sexually attracted to me. In fact, I'd estimate that most of the
time their attraction has been 150% or higher in proportion to my attraction
to them.

With both Britannia and Valencia, I'd estimate that their attraction to me is
close to 200% of my attraction for them, and I'm VERY attracted to both of
them.

Don't ask me why women find me so appealing. I'm not a great athlete. I'm not
rich. (Actually I am rich now, but only because Britannia was a
multimillionaire when she married me. As a wedding present she signed over her
entire fortune to me. She insisted.) I don't have a face like Brad Pitt nor a
body like Hugh Jackman (far from it). I have a slightly better than average
singing voice, but otherwise.... Other than my "mutant superpower" over women,
I'm quite average.

So, anyway, I knew I wanted Valencia immediately, but I figured there was
nothing I could do about it. I was already married to Britannia. And please
understand that I absolutely love my wife. I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't have
married her.

I'll have to admit though that even though I love her, I probably would not
have married her if I wasn't sure at the time that I'd never find a woman I
was as attracted to as Britannia with her combination of beauty, sexuality and
incredible super strength.

But then I met Valencia.

Still, I figured it was a lost cause. Even though Britannia had always put my
wants and desires ahead of her own, I figured that even with her great
generosity, that would not extend to sharing me with another woman. Then
something interesting happened.

When Valencia discovered she was attracted to me, she began to show off. Since
we were at the gym, she began lifting copious amounts of weight. It soon
became clear that her power rivaled if not surpassed Britannia's. Once
Britannia saw what was going on, she decided to shut the completion down.

In a move she was sure would end all question of who was stronger, she pressed
the two ton barbell that she had specially made over her head and did a couple
of quick reps with it. She gave Valencia a look that said, "Beat that, bitch!"
and walked over to me and kissed me passionately.

When she stopped kissing me, Valencia walked over to the two ton barbell,
locked her dark, penetrating eyes on me and began doing one handed curls with
it. My dick became instantly rock hard. I looked at Britannia; I could see the
worry in her eyes.

After doing twenty quick reps with the massive barbell and then switching and
doing twenty more with her other arm, Valencia set it down and glared at
Britannia. I looked at Britannia again. This time I saw something in her eyes
that I'd never seen before: fear.

Valencia challenged Britannia to a series of physical challenges - lift this,
bend that, crush those. When they were finished, half of the exercise machines
in the gym were in ruins. Valencia defeated Britannia in every challenge.
Finally, Valencia just flat out challenged my wife to arm-wrestle her. "The
winner gets to fuck him tonight," she announced.

"Don't I get some say?" I asked.

Valencia smiled. "You're so cute!" she said. This was the first hint of
softness on her beautiful pouty face.

"Even if you are stronger than I am," (I knew it killed Britannia to admit
that.) "You can't just announce that you're going to take him from me."

"Sure I can," Valencia replied matter-of-factly, "Besides I'll bet you a
million dollars that you used your superior strength to take him from his last
girlfriend." That was actually true. Britannia HAD taken me from my college
sweetheart Berkley. She was a very beautiful California blonde with a great
bikini body and an especially nice rack. She was also strong enough to beat up
the future NFL all-pro defensive tackle who was at that time the star of the
college football team.

"Maybe," Britannia admitted, "But he's not just my boyfriend, he's my
husband."

Valencia leaned in close. "I don't care. Unless you can beat me in
arm-wrestling, I'm taking him with me tonight. Be grateful that I'm at least
willing to give you a chance." She paused. "Or perhaps you'd like me to kick
your sexy ass first and then take him."

"No! Don't fight her, honey," I pleaded with my wife.

Valencia looked over at me. "See there, 'honey', you're husband knows I can
easily kick your ass. How does it feel knowing that your man knows that I'm
your superior?" She let her question sink in. "And don't let him fool you. He
might not want to see you get your ass kicked, but he wants to go with me. He
wants to fuck my big tits. Don't you, cutie?"

I didn't confirm it, but I didn't deny it either.

And so they arm-wrestled for me. Even though Valencia allowed Britannia to use
both hands, she toyed with her before easily slamming her arms down in defeat.
Valencia got up and walked slowly over to me and said, "Let's go." I looked at
Britannia. "Don't look at her!" Valencia demanded, "You're coming with me
now!"

I looked at Valencia with pleading eyes. "But she's my wife," I explained.

"That's sweet," she said, "But I won fair and square. If you don't want your
"little woman" to get hurt, you'll do what I say."

Still I hesitated. "But... but," I stuttered. That was all I could think to
say. The truth was I wanted to go with her. I wanted to fuck her giant tits.
It turned me on that she was strong enough to defeat and overpower my super
strong wife. I found her sexy body, her power and her confidence intoxicating.
I just somehow didn't want to make Britannia unhappy in the process.

Valencia looked at me. Her full lips were curled into a sneer. She rolled her
dark, brooding eyes. "Fine; you have two minutes to say goodbye."

Britannia and I walked over to the one side of the gym. "I don't know what to
do," I said.

"It's very simple," she said, "Do you want to go with her?" I hesitated. "Tell
me the truth," she said, "Do you want to fuck her?" Still I didn't answer. I
couldn't say no, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying yes.

Britannia put her hands on my shoulders gently and softly said, "Honey, if you
love me you'll tell me the truth. Do you want to go with her? Do you want to
have sex with her?" What could I do? I did love Britannia, and I owed it to
her to tell her the truth. Besides, she would know if I was lying.

"Yes," I replied quietly.

"Go with her then," Britannia said softly.

"But," I feebly protested.

"No, darling," she said, "You deserve the most beautiful woman with the
biggest tits, the biggest muscles and the greatest strength. Go with her."

How could I go through with this after hearing my wife say that? But when
Valencia said, "Let's go; I want to get you naked," I followed her out the
door.

When we got to the parking lot I asked, "Where's your car?"

"I didn't drive," she replied, "I ran here." She scooped me up gently. "Don't
worry; I only live about five miles from here," she said as she began running
with me cradled in her strong arms. She held me close against her huge, soft
breasts as she ran with me down the street. I can't be sure now because it
seems more like dream, but it seemed like we were passing traffic as we sped
along.

I only know that we covered the distance in less than ten minutes. When we got
to her front door, she apparently didn't want to take the time to unlock it
with her key. Or maybe she just wanted to show off her strength some more.
Holding me with one arm she reached out and grabbed the metal door knob,
crushed it in her hand and twisted it off. "Don't you wish you were strong
enough to do that?" she asked. With her right foot she kicked the door off its
hinges and headed directly to the bedroom.

She tossed me on the bed and said, "Take off all your clothes before I tear
them off!" Once I was naked, she stood over me and took off the few clothes
she was wearing. She stood before me in all her naked glory with her hands on
her hips. She was not breathing hard at all from the run, but her luscious
body did glisten with a thin sheen of perspiration.

"From the appearance of your wife, I'm guessing that you are attracted to
women with big muscles and even bigger tits," she said. "Your wife is very
sexy."

"Yes, I know."

"I'm even sexier, don't you agree?"

"Y.. yes," I stammered.

She wasn't smiling exactly. It was more of a smirk. It was an expression of
superiority. She was haughty - arrogant even. "My muscles and my tits are even
bigger than hers. I have the womanly muscles and tits a man like you desires."

"Don't you think that most men desire women with big muscles and tits?" I
asked.

"Yes, but most men don't deserve them and they know it. That's why they
convince themselves to be satisfied with scrawny, weak, and frail little
women. But a man like you deserves a real woman who is strong with huge
muscles and huge tits!"

"What kind of man am I?" I asked. I was being flirty, yes, but I was also
really curious.

"I don't know," she replied, "But I've never, never wanted a man the way I
want you...." She began posing for me. She mixed glamour poses designed to
show off her breasts and her ass and her other feminine charms with muscle
poses designed to display her incredible strength and power.

I could feel the blood surging through my raging hard man-meat. It felt as if
my heart would explode with wanton desire. I admit it that I'd never wanted
any woman - not even my wife - the way I wanted her in that moment. When I
couldn't take it any more I shouted, "Please, please, I need you! Please,
baby! PLEASE!"

"Shout my name!" she demanded.

"Oh, uh, what is your name?" I asked. In all the excitement she hadn't told
me.

"Valencia," she replied, "NOW SHOUT IT!" she demanded recapturing the splendor
of the moment.

"VALENCIA!" I shouted. She scooped up her voluminous breasts with her powerful
arms. She flexed her biceps so that they popped and squeezed her giant tits
between them.

"Tell me that you want these tits," she said with a cool voice. "Shout it
along with my name!"

"I WANT YOU BIG, HUGE, SPETACULAR TITS, VALENCIA!"

"Now, tell me that you also want my big, bulging, muscles."

"I WANT YOUR HUGE, MASSIVE, POWERFUL, SUPER STRONG MUSCLES, VALENCIA! PLEASE,
BABY! PLEASE!"

"Why do you want me so bad?" she asked, "What do you want to do to me with
your lovely cock?"

"I want to fuck you with my raging hard cock," I said. I could tell that she
wanted more details so I added, "I want to fuck your pussy, and I want to fuck
you big tits."

"What else?" she asked.

"I want to fuck your mou -"

Suddenly she reached down and lifted me abruptly to her face. "Fuck! I can't
take it any longer! I MUST have this cock in my mouth," she declared. She
proceeded to give me the loudest, sloppiest, most aggressive blowjob of my
life, and that's saying something!

She spent the next four hours indulging my cock with her lips, her tongue, her
hands, her pussy and her tits. I've been with as many as five women at a time
in the past, but no sexual experience until then ever left me as satisfied or
as exhausted as being with Valencia for the first time.

And from that moment on, Valencia has been my girlfriend. Two days later she
moved in with Britannia and me. The strange thing about it is Valencia doesn't
seem to mind that I'm married to Britannia. She seems to have respect for the
institution of marriage at least according to her own standards. That means
that she allows me to have sex with my wife as long as it doesn't interfere
with me having sex with her whenever she wants it. The thing is, she wants to
have sex with me a lot - at least three times a day.

I guess you could say that this is my other mutant superpower. I may not have
much stamina when it comes to sports, exercise, or really work of any kind.
But when it comes to sex, I can go four or five times a day.

Even with my stamina though Britannia feels somewhat neglected. She used to
have me all to herself. There is also the fact that she is not exactly okay
with me having sex with Valencia. But what can she do about it? She can't stop
Valencia from taking me whenever she wants because Valencia is much stronger
than she is.

I can tell that Britannia is afraid of Valencia. Unfortunately for Britannia,
Valencia's status of alpha-female only makes her more desirable to me.

As for me, I love having sex with both my wife and my girlfriend. I think most
men in my shoes would. If I ever had to choose between them, I'm not sure what
I'd do. After all, Britannia is my wife, and I made a commitment to her.
However, sex with Valencia is so amazing that it's like an addiction. I'd
never want to give up making love with my wife, but no longer fucking my
girlfriend doesn't seem like an option either. So that's my "problem" if you
can call it that.

But then there are scenes like the one where I'm fucking my wife but my
girlfriend breaks down the door and demands that I have sex with her. "It
isn't fair," Britannia sobbed, and she's right.

"Valencia, did you tell Britannia that she could have an hour of alone time
with me?"

"Yes, but -"

"No buts," I tell her, "If this is going to work then we have to establish
some boundaries."

"Fine, but I should get to set the boundaries because I'm the strongest,"
Valencia declared. To emphasize her point, she flexed, and her huge biceps
exploded on her powerful arms. I have to admit that her argument was
compelling. "According to my boundaries, I get to fuck you whenever it pleases
me. She's lucky I let her fuck you at all."

"But I'm his wife!" Britannia cried.

"And I'm his girlfriend!" Valencia responded.

Britannia looked at me, "Tell her I'm your wife."

"She's my wife," I told Valencia.

"Tell her I'm your girlfriend," Valencia reciprocated.

"She's my girlfriend," I told Britannia.

Then I looked at both of them and asked, "Do the two of you want me to make a
choice?"

Britannia looked terrified, "No, honey, please no; I couldn't risk losing
you!"

Valencia was obviously more sure of herself, but she still looked slightly
hesitant. Finally, "I wouldn't want to lose you either," she said quietly.

"There has to be some way to work this out," I insisted.

"I think we should take turns, but let you decide," Britannia suggested, "I
trust you to be fair."

Valencia looked skeptical, but I liked Britannia's idea. After all, I was at
the point in this love triangle. Why shouldn't I have final say? However, I
knew that wasn't possible without Valencia's consent. "What about it,
Valencia?" I asked.

She did not look happy. I wondered what would happen if she decided to just
take over completely. Britannia couldn't stop her, and that meant I sure as
hell couldn't stop her. But they both clearly feared losing me. I decided to
gamble that Valencia's desire for me outweighed her desire to be in charge.

"It's settled," I said, "I will have the final say, and both of you will abide
by my decision." I did my best to sound firm which was ludicrous since either
one of them was strong enough to beat me into submission with one finger.

To my shock Valencia bowed her head and said, "Very well."

I could hardly believe my ears. "Just so we're clear that means that I am the
one who decides who gets to have sex with me at any given time. You both agree
to that, right?"

"Absolutely!" Britannia replied with enthusiasm.

"I've never allowed any man to tell me what to do, and I never thought I would
before I met you," Valencia said. "I know I could take you by force, but that
might not make you happy, and more than anything, I want to make you happy."

Before this I only suspected that I might have a mutant superpower. Now I was
sure of it! Just to test it I said, "So both of you are basically my willing
-"

"Love slaves! Yes!" Britannia cried out joyfully.

Valencia smiled. "Apparently" she agreed. "So which one of us do you want
first?"

"Do you know what I REALLY want?" I asked.

"Please, tell us," said Britannia.

"I mean what I really, really want?" I continued. I was afraid that what I was
going to suggest might be going too far.

"Tell us, please," Britannia implored.

"Yes, tell us," Valencia agreed.

"What I'd REALLY like to see is the two of you making love," I announced.

"Us? Together?" Britannia asked.

"It would make me happy," I said. I was pretty sure that Britannia would go
along. I was not so sure about Valencia.

However, Valencia was agreeable. She said, "I can't say that I've never
thought about it."

"You've thought about having sex with me?" Britannia asked.

"Yes! Don't sound so surprised. You're an extremely beautiful woman," Valencia
pointed out. "I've been with women far less attractive than you." Once I
thought about it, this made sense. Of the two Valencia was more adventurous in
bed.

"You really think I'm beautiful?" Britannia asked.

"Of course," said Valencia, "Why would you ever doubt that?"

"I've never doubted it before you can along," Britannia said, "I never doubted
anything about myself until you showed up."

Valencia walked over to Britannia and gently placed her hand on the side of
her face. "That's insane; look at this beautiful face. Look at this amazing
smile!" My girlfriend began to stroke my wife's beautiful red hair. "Look at
this gorgeous, luxurious hair."

"I... I think that you're beautiful too," Britannia stated, "That's why I've
been so jealous of you."

"Just because I'm stronger than you and my tits and muscles are bigger, that's
no reason for you to feel inferior. Who knows, there might be a woman out
there who's stronger and more amazing than I am."

"Do you really think so?" Britannia asked.

"No," replied Valencia, "But, come on! We're trying to have a moment here!"
She began to caress Britannia's titanic tits with both hands, "It's true that
my breasts are bigger, but that doesn't mean that yours are not amazing as
well." Britannia began to hum with pleasure.

"That feels so amazing," she moaned. "I love the feeling of your strong hands
stroking my breasts."

"Why don't you get back into bed? I'll remove my clothes and join you,"
Valencia suggested. I watched with rapt attention. Soon my wife and my
girlfriend were in bed together kissing and caressing. Their undulating bodies
ebbed and flowed together in perfect unison as they used their hands and their
mouths to explore each other's bodies. I became rock hard as I watched the two
women in my life carefully explore each other's impossibly sexy bodies. I
pulled a chair up close and began stroking my cock.

Neither of them noticed that I was stroking myself at first, but when
Britannia glanced my way she whispered to Valencia, "Look! We have an
audience."

Valencia looked over at me and sexily licked her lips. "Don't stop!" I urged
them.

"But if you're going to stroke your lovely cock that way, you're going to have
to bring it over here," Valencia suggested.

"But...."

"Shut up, and bring that dick over here," Britannia demanded. She didn't
usually make demands like this. I didn't hate it.

"As I crawled into bed with my wife and my girlfriend I said, "You two looked
like you were enjoying each other's bodies so much, I was a little afraid that
you'd prefer each other to me."

"Let me be clear," said Valencia, "As much as I enjoy your wife's body - and I
enjoy it A LOT - I will never not want your lovely cock more. Your wife's
light is bright, but she's like the moon reflecting the light of the sun. You,
my gorgeous boyfriend, are the sun."

"What do you think?" I asked Britannia.

"I feel exactly the same way," she said, "But I'd rather show you than talk
about it." She slid under the covers and began kissing and licking my cock.
Meanwhile, Valencia dangled her enormous breasts in my face and implored me to
lick and suck them. After awhile, they switched places.

And that was the first time my wife, my girlfriend and I had a threesome. It
was far from the last time. I continued to have individual sex with each of
them as well. Other times I ask them to dress in sexy bikinis or lingerie and
lift massive barbells while I watch and jerk off. And other times I watch
while they get naked and worship each other's sexy bodies. However, that
usually ends up with another threesome.

Sometimes I even instruct them get down on their knees and beg me to fuck
them. It all depends on my mood.

My wife and my girlfriend get along great now. The three of us are very much
in love. Valencia smiles all the time now; she says she can't help it.

That's how I settled my "problem". I never thought I'd find a gorgeous woman
who is even stronger and has even bigger tits than my wife, but I did. I
wonder if there is another woman out there who is even stronger and has even
bigger tits than my girlfriend. What would I do if I ever found her? You know
what they say, problems always come in threes....

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