Femme Fatale II Vampire [Julius_Elysiak@yahoo.com] My beautiful and delicate wife starts working out Emily looked gorgeous with shoulder-length, brown hair and the face of a beauty queen. She had an exquisite slim figure with full, firm breasts, flat stomach that flared into a round tight butt. Her legs were long and sleek and she looked incredible in miny skirts. She had been a fashion model since she was 16 and her measurements were exactly what you would expect from a beautiful, sultry model of 23. She was an inch shorter than me at 5'9 with a 36-24-38 figure and she couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds. We were married on October 22nd, 1996. I was really enjoying being married to a person who was not only beautiful but also a splendid woman who knew how to run the household. The only thing lacking in her was some muscle. Now, I am not saying that she wasn't toned. She had been a model for seven years and had a lithe body. But she was very lean. Her biceps, for instance were hard but only 10 inches thick. Now, I didn't want her to have a body of a bodybuilder, but I wanted her to be really athletic like Madonna or Janet Jackson or Dina Meyer. Anyway, we had a daughter within a year and we named her Susan. When Susan was seven, I had a really humiliating, yet sexually gratifying experience with one of her friends, Liz. If you have read the first part, you'd know, what I am talking about. In these eight years, Emily had put on some weight. She went from 110 pounds to 125. She lost her lean hardness and had now become a really hot, voluptuous woman. A few days after that incident, I was offered a promotion at my work. My Company had recently opened a branch in Canberra, Australia. They were looking for someone to head our office there. It was only for a year and the money was good. I was also promised that on my return I would become Director in Hardware Applications. Emily wasn't thrilled when I told her the news. Her mother, who lived ten miles away from our house, was not keeping well. So, we decided that I alone would be going to Australia. The night before I was supposed to go, I noticed that Emily was sobbing silently. I tried as hard as I could to comfort her but to no avail. So, on January 11th, 2004 I left for Canberra. We talked every alternate day and I realised that I wasn't really missing home too much. Canberra was fun. I used to visit the nightclubs on weekends and usually came back to my hotel room, pretty drunk. I really liked the Australian way of living and the people weren't bad either; especially the girls. Australian women were as tough as anyone. My secretary, Beth was an attractive lady of 22 from Melbourne and she had made it known that if I wanted, I could have her anytime. She was tall, beautiful and extremely athletic. She used to wear these sleeveless tops and I really enjoyed her walking around serving coffee and taking down my notes cause her arm muscles would dance with even the slightest of movements. One day, I saw her armwrestling another woman from work and Beth had no trouble putting her down. She saw me watching and challenged me. I wasn't the one to back out. We locked hands and I noticed, immediately the hardness in her palm. The match took only seven seconds. She powered me down like I was a small kid. "Hey, boss. I whipped you." She said cheerfully. "Yeah, Beth. I don't know what to say." "Here feel them!" She said flexing her arms. At first, I was reluctant, but as I saw her biceps swell to the size of an orange, I let go of my inhibitions and felt the smooth hardness of her egg shaped muscles. I even squeezed those lusty muscles but they had no give. They were as tight and hard as steel. One could even see the ridge separating her biceps from her triceps. I guessed them to be around 13 inches, a full three inches thicker than my wife's and a whole lot harder. On December 1st, I got a mail from my head office asking me to stay over in Australia the whole of December and January. They figured that since I would be going home in two months, it didn't make sense for me to return for Christmas. Emily freaked out when I told her this, but I managed to calm her down. On February 18th, thirteen months since I had left Wales, I found myself sitting in an aeroplane destined for Cardiff. I hadn't told Emily that I was returning that day. She was under the impression that she wouldn't see me until next week. The aircraft touched down at 4 pm and I was at my doorstep before suppertime. I rang the bell and Susan opened it. She yelled with joy on seeing me and after giving her a hug and a kiss, I asked her where her Mom was. "Not before, you give me my present." "All right, take this bag. Every thing in it is for you." "Wow Dad. I love you so much." She screamed. "I love you too, darling. Now tell me, where is your mommy?" "Oh, she has gone out with Liz. She'll be returning in half an hour." This flabbergasted me. Had Liz told her about the little beating she had given me? Somehow, I put that out of my mind and went to the bedroom to unpack. After shaving and a quick bath, I put on my shorts and a cool tee shirt, which I had bought from Canberra. It had a small 'Cricket Australia' logo on the front and a beautiful picture of Sydney Cricket Ground in the back. Susan had already had her supper, so she went to sleep at around nine. At around nine- thirty I heard Emily's car on the driveway. After about a minute or two, Emily opened the door and entered the living room. I heard her footsteps on the staircase and turned off the lights. I lied down on the bed and waited for her to enter the bedroom. She came in and switched on the lights. As she turned towards the door, she gave a little scream as she saw me lying on the bed. Good thing, she had closed the door or else Susan might have woken up. "Oh honey," she said and sprang on me like a cheetah. She landed on me heavily and smothered me with kisses. It wasn't my imagination, but she had gotten a lot heavier. She must've weighed around 150 pounds, but thankfully she wasn't fat. Instead, she felt really buff and strong as she got up from me after the initial excitement. "Honey, you are such a jerk. Why didn't you tell me that you were coming tonight?" "And ruin this spontaneous show of affection. No way." "Oh, I am so glad you are home. I missed you so much." "I missed you too, baby. By the way, you seemed to have gained a lot of weight." "It's not fat, my love. Actually, Liz and I have been going to the gym together since February last year. And Liz says that when you start weight training, you gain a little bit of weight because muscles are heavier." "I don't see muscles on your body, though." I was really starting to enjoy this. "That's because I am wearing a jacket, silly. You want to see my new, transformed body?" She asked tantalizingly. "Sure, honey." She jumped off the bed and slowly removed her jacket. She was wearing a full-sleeved shirt underneath. But before, she removed that; she started to unzip her jeans. Slowly, she pulled them down and my heart skipped a beat. Her legs appeared really beefy. They must've measured 23 inches at least. But what amazed me was that they were husky and suggested some real strength. She limbered her legs for a moment and I saw the muscles sway like that of a sprinter. Her calves were even more impressive. They had thickened considerably and had become a lot sinewy. After showing off her incredible legs, she started unbuttoning her shirt. I could see her stomach as she was removing the shirt and it was like a dream come true. Her stomach was still as flat and firm as it had always been, but what aroused me the most was the striations in her abdomen. She had this cool six-pack, which was visible even from a distance. After she had completely removed her shirt, I started to feast my eyes from her strong shoulders to her arms, which had bulked up. She had gone from eleven inches to almost thirteen and the veins in her forearms were driving me crazy. She raised her arms and slowly flexed them. The muscles in her arms started to swell and two seconds later, I saw her biceps expanding to almost thirteen inches. I was reminded of Beth's biceps as I sat there drooling over my wife's newfound musculature. But this was even more exciting, cause the muscle girl standing in front of me was my wife and she was mine, spiritually, mentally and yes, physically. "How.... When....?" I was having trouble finding words as I sat staring my wife's body covered with a bra and a pair of pink panties. "Well, as I've already said, after you left, I started going to the gym with Liz, six days a week. And both of us would weight train for two and half hours. Off late, I've been going to the gym twice a day." "Oh my God! You are incredible." "I knew, you would like this look." She said. "What? How did you know that?" "After you left, I had a little trouble with our computer so I asked Liz to help me out. Apparently, she knows a lot about computers." "She does? But before I left, she asked me to come to her house to fix her computer?" "I've no idea why she would do that? I'll ask her tomorrow." "No, no. Forget about it." "All right dear. So as I was saying, Liz had to format our computer. Now, I know that you have some work related data in the hard disk, so I asked her to take backup. She unlocked all your files and we found some really interesting text files." I was beginning to get nervous now. "Honey, don't worry. I am not mad at you for storing those stories about muscular women anymore. I was angry when I read them but Liz made me see that it was normal. A lot of men are attracted towards strong, muscular women, she told me. I thought about it and I am just sad that you didn't tell me this before. Because, if I had known that I would have started weight training years ago. But some of those stories were about wives beating up their husbands. Now, you are not into that, I hope." She looked at me quizzically. "No, of course not." "Thank God!" She said with a sigh of relief. I never thought that any woman could be so understanding and so devoted as Emily. "Honey, I don't know what to say! I cannot believe that you love me so much." "Thanks baby. Now come here." She said huskily. I went upto where she was standing and putting my arms around her undid her bra. She kissed me on my lips just for a few seconds before making her way round to my left ear and started nibbling at it. This was making me very excited. I started to rub and caress her hard arm and she moaned ever so slightly. Her hand slid into my shorts and grabbed my erect penis. She fondled with it and her hard palms made my dick even bigger. By that time, she was done nibbling and had returned to my lips. Her hot tongue probed into my mouth and there was a spark of electricity as our tongues collided and saliva exchanged mouths. I lowered my shorts and my penis sprang into attention. She had begun to rub my penis and massage it from the shaft to the tip in a rhythmic fashion. I was shaking a bit with pleasure and was grateful for her strength, which kept my body steady. 'Pull off my panties,' she ordered. After I had pulled down her panties, she flinged it away with her feet. I rubbed her hairy vagina, which was moist by now. I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest as she placed her left hand on my butt and with the other, she guided me into her incredibly tight pussy. Even though she was moist, I still had difficulty entering. Her pussy was really tight and my penis was large. It took me a couple of thrusts before I could enter her completely. With surprising strength, she grabbed my butt with both her hands and hoisted me a couple of inches from the ground. I wrapped my legs just above her tight buttocks as she held me securely against her rugged body. She carried me like this towards her bed and gently laid me down on it. 'Just relax, honey,' she said, 'I'll take it from here.' I had no problem with that. She leaned down on top of me and made me feel the weight of her 150-pound body. Grabbing my ass with one hand she made me move with her. With her free hand, she slid a pillow under my head and started kissing me. She was breathing heavily now and had become much more rough and physical. I was awestruck as her husky body flexed with passion. I felt completely emasculated by her superior strength but was savouring every moment of it. I placed my hands on her back and rubbed those incredible striations, which flexed with her movement. It wasn't long before I was massaging her butt, which actually felt like balls of steel. I had never seen let alone touched such an incredible body. I knew that she was strong but never did I imagine that a girl could be as strong as she was. With each stroke she let out low moans, feeling the length and the girth of my seven and half inch dick in her clitoris. It was hot and beads of sweat broke out on her face. The strokes became longer and faster and I could feel my penis being engulfed in her love juices. I started licking and biting her brawny shoulder gently, feeling the sinews and the hardness. Meanwhile, she was in a frenzy as she kept on ramming at my penis continuously. I was near ejaculation as her wet pussy walls were pushing against my penis like a vice. I hugged her tightly and came in her tight cunt shooting truckloads of semen into her over and over again. By the looks of it even she had orgasmed at roughly the same time but kept on pounding vigorously. I was completely spent as she started to slow down. In our nine years of marriage, I had never been more satisfied and I bet it was the same with her.