Jill and Me (FMG Story - Chapter 5)
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CHAPTER 5 - Hotel Pool Instead of getting into a cab, Louie had surprised us with a Limo. That was perfect because the cab line was crazy long and the Limo ride was only $40 vs. $20 or so for a cab. Jill and I got in the Limo first, followed by Samantha, Lisa and Louie. It was nice to be riding in a little style; I couldn’t remember the last time I was in a cab so I thanked Louie a couple of times during the ride. It was amazing to see all of the buildings while driving down the strip. Finally, right before we got to our hotel, we passed a huge electronic sign advertising the Mr. Olympia. The girls and Lisa got all excited when they saw it and Louie mentioned how huge Jay Cutler was but how he wouldn’t win this year. From that point to the hotel, the gang couldn’t stop talking about the show. We finally arrived at the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino. Our plan was to check in and then all meet at the pool in an hour. The bell staff took our bags up to the room while Jill and I grabbed a few items at the Casino store and headed up. She bought another Celebrity magazine and I bought some peanuts.
Now that it was just Jill and me, I again focused on her amazing legs and ass as she walked. I was still in awe of how her calves stretched her pant material to almost the breaking point with every stride. And I also noticed how full the back of her leg was becoming. Her hamstring muscle seemed to protruding out the back of her pant leg causing them to stretch even more. By the time we reached the elevator, I was fully erect. Jill and I reached our room which overlooked the pool area and it was game on. She and I immediately began kissing and caressing each other passionately. I unzipped her black hoodie and pulled it back off of her extended arms. It exposed her round buff shoulders and full biceps immediately. While still passionately kissing, Jill unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. Next I grabbed her painted on jeans and did the same. They were on so tight that it was taking quite a bit of effort, especially to get the lower pant legs off of her bulging calf muscles. Jill bent down to help slightly and we got them off too. I was now still on one knee looking at my girlfriends amazing buff legs and cute white panties. She still had her tight tank top on and she was simply beautiful to look at. I then stood up and looked into Jill’s sweet eyes as we grabbed each other and sort of fell sideways onto the bed.
Jill and I began having another amazing session. Her working out had started to give her a newfound pussy control. She could tighten it and relax it rhythmically which greatly enhanced our sexual experience. As usual I could simply not get enough of her physical beauty and what we planned as a quick meeting turned into two hours of pleasure. We were already an hour late in meeting her friends at the pool so Jill finally pulled away and made us throw on our swimsuits. I quickly put on my trunks. Unfortunately, they were the surfing style that were an actual size and did not have any elastic. The front drawstring only tightened the fly area so they hung loose enough to fall off my damn waist. They were a size 33” and were supposed to be a little loose, but this was not going to work. I guess I had lost more weight over the past month or so than I thought. My solution was to grab a shoelace from one of my tennis shoes and create a makeshift belt. It worked, so I threw on a tshirt and waited for Jill.
She came out of the bathroom in a colorful pink loose-fitting long-sleeved cover up and flip-flops. The cover up hung nicely on her amazing frame and came down to her mid-thigh. Her muscular thighs and calves were totally exposed and were as full and buff as they had ever been. “God you look amazing!” I said to Jill. “I know.” She replied back with a smile. I walked over to her, gave her a kiss and led her to the door. We made it down the elevator and walked out into the casino. As we walked towards the pool area, every guy and most of the girls ogled Jill. She was just so pretty, a natural take-home-to-mom beauty. That, and her amazing legs had the whole place buzzing. Jill received several compliments on our walk and if she didn’t have a big head before, she sure should now. Jill was cute but a little plump when I started dating her almost a year before. She would have got an occasional stare here and there, but now it was just ridiculous. The Pool Jill and I finally made it to the pool and I spotted Louie, Lisa and Samantha. The girls each had a margarita and Louie had a bucket of Corona’s on the edge of the pool near him. We put our stuff on a chair next to Samantha’s and walked into the pool. I was following Jill and couldn’t help but notice how amazing her ass looked in her small red bikini. It bulged with each step and you could definitely bounce a coin on it. The girls whistled at Jill as she walked in and Lisa said, “Nice Abs Tiger” to me. I laughed and headed right to Louie and the beer. He handed me one and I took a nice big gulp immediately.
We weren’t in the pool for 2 minutes and Samantha and Jill needed to go to the bathroom. Lisa didn’t need to go so it was just me her and Louie standing in the waist high water. Lisa and Louie were both glistening with a combination of Sun, water and muscle. They were a good match and I’m sure they were getting a lot of looks. I felt like a skinny runt next to these musclebound people, but I had some well-defined abs, so I took some comfort in that. Right away, Louie stuck out his bottle and said, “Two Hours dude…that’s awesome, Cheers!” I clinked glasses with him, smiled and looked over at Lisa. She smiled and gave me that damn wink again. I couldn’t tell if she was flirting or if she just winked at everyone. Then she said, “That must be what gives you those awesome abs.” with that she reached over and gave them a little pet. We all laughed and made small talk and drank. Several minutes later, Jill and Samantha showed up from the bathroom. The three girls started chatting amongst themselves. It was quite an amazing looking group with Lisa, Jill and Samantha. All three had long hair and it looked amazing as it rested on their muscled bodies. I purposely wouldn’t look at them because I didn’t want to get a hard on in front of everyone.
Just a few minutes later all three girls looked over at me while I was talking to Louie. With smiles on their faces, the girls walked over. Jill grabbed my arm and pulled me slightly away from the side of the pool and in between the girls. Samantha reached down and grabbed my legs while Lisa dipped under my hips and Jill grabbed under my armpit. I knew they were up to know good, but it happened really fast and I was not strong enough to wrestle free. In an instant, they all did a squat and then stood up, extending their arms and lifting me high into the air. I was held sideways with Samantha hoisting up my legs, Lisa in the middle and Jill lifting my upper torso. They were hooting and hollering and everyone at the pool turned to look. The girls did a big slow turn, showing me to everyone there. By the time they turned me back towards Louie, he had a camera in hand and we posed for a pic. It was quite embarrassing to be hoisted so easily by the girls, but I’m pretty sure every guy in the pool would have wanted to be in my place. As we posed for the picture, Lisa began pinching my ass with all her might. It sent a sharp pain through my body and I instinctively said, “Ouch!” and reached down to grab Lisa’s hand. I grabbed her muscular hand and pulled with all my might. It was no use, she was way to strong and I couldn’t budge her at all. I was powerless to stop her. I was soaking wet so luckily the girls and Louie couldn’t notice the tears beginning to well up in my eyes. The pain was becoming excruciating and right before I begged Lisa to let go, the girls tossed me backward into the water. I stayed down underwater for several seconds while I tried to clear my eyes and let the severe pain in by butt subside.
My butt was still stinging when I came up for air. Of course Lisa was right there to greet me and said, “Hey Davey, your eyes are a little red; I didn’t hurt you too badly did I?” I said, “No Lisa, I’m fine, just a little sting, no worries.” I then rejoined the group for a big laugh and another drink. Jill and I were standing next to each other leaning against the edge of the pool. I had my left arm hanging down in the water while holding my beer in my right hand. Louie was standing a few feet away and said, “So Dave, you’re a runner huh, really into running? That keeps you pretty slim right?” “Yes” I said, running does keep me pretty trim.” “That’s cool.” he said matter of factually, “As long as you’re doing something healthy you know.” He paused for a second and then said, “So it’s gotta be pretty wild having a girlfriend stronger than you?” Jill and I both kind of chuckled and looked at each other with a questioning gaze. I looked back at Louie and said, “I wouldn’t know, I don’t think she’s that strong just yet.” “Are you kidding me?” he replied “Look at how much bigger her arm is than yours!” We all immediately looked down at Jill’s right arm. It did look huge compared to my left arm. She was holding her drink in her right arm which caused the biceps and triceps to be partially flexed. At the same time, she was holding a free giveaway sun-hat between her torso and her biceps, causing her arm to look even bigger.
My arm was just hanging strait down, unflexed and to all observers, it was a lot bigger than mine. I quickly flexed my left arm but it really didn’t grow that much in size. Like the rest of me, I guess my arm lost a bit of size too as a result of my month long weight loss plan. Jill also realized for the first time, at that moment, that her muscular arms were actually bigger than mine. She put her hand up and covered her gaping mouth as she stood there speechless. Lisa was surprised at our new discovery and said, “Oh my God Jill, are you just realizing this for the first time right now?” Jill was still speechless but nodded her head up and down slowly, almost timidly. “Well girly” Lisa said, “your relationship with your little boyfriend there is about to change!” At that moment Jill slowly turned her head towards me. We locked gazes and I saw a look in her eyes that I had never seen before; it was a combination of childlike giddiness, love, embarrassment and confidence all rolled into one. We instinctively reached out and embraced each other and in front of the group shared a nice, slow, wet, deep kiss. As we kissed, I reached out with my left arm and grabbed Jill’s bicep. It was hard as a rock and there was some obvious size, especially since she still had the hat between her arm and body, making the bicep even larger.
As funny as it seems, Until earlier that day, with a sweater on, I had never once asked Jill to flex her biceps for me. So, up till now, neither of us really dealt with her buff arms. I don’t know why, but Jill’s muscular legs, even if they were now larger and stronger than mine, didn’t elicit any kind of an intimidating response. It just felt natural to admire and love them. Now that Jill’s arms had become larger and possibly stronger than mine, we didn’t know how to feel, but there was definitely a strange difference; we both felt it immediately. The question was, how will this change affect us? I tried to play-it-off by changing the subject and shooting the breeze with Louis and Lisa. But Jill just kind of stood there, squatting neck deep in the water, quietly smiling, but definitely thinking deeply about something. Every time I locked eyes with Jill, she would kind of squint and smile giddily and then look away, almost like she was embarrassed about something. Our connection had become quite amazing over our year together and it was like we could see right into each others soul when we peered into each others eyes. So Jill undoubtedly saw the questioning, nervous insecurity that I was now feeling. Either way, I was very eager to get away from Louis and Lisa, out of the pool and into a less uneasy situation. We made chit chat at the pool for a bit longer and then Louis, Lisa and Jill decided to hit the gym and get in a workout before we went out later in the evening. I followed Jill out of the pool and was still drawn to her amazing legs and ass as she took each step. With each stride, Jill’s amazing quad bulged out noticeably and her gluteus muscle on that side tensed up as well. I was 100% sure I could bounce a quarter off Jill’s ass.
Within only fifteen feet of walking I was already getting hard looking at Jill’s amazing, hard, wet, glistening body and I had to look away to avoid presenting everyone my hard-on. We soon reached the pool chairs and Jill threw on her cover-up. Of course Jill again got several looks and stares on the way back to our room. She was kind of digging it, I could tell. Jill had always been slightly overweight and she was really getting used to this new found attention. I was certainly ready for another love making session with Jill, but she said she had to meet Louis, Lisa and Samantha at the hotel gym in 10 minutes. She threw on some small black shorts that reminded me of the Dolphin running shorts so popular in the 1980’s. Jill then pulled on a tight grey Under Armour workout top. It was short sleeved and her beautiful round shoulders bulged out of the sleeve and her gorgeous biceps were completely uncovered. Again, she looked amazing and I was really enjoying her look. She gave me a quick kiss and darted out of the room.
Devious Journal Entry
Briarton continued 9/4/09
Six weeks had passed and I finally went back to the doctor to get the cast taken off. He cut off the cast and seemed a bit startled. I asked him what the problem was. "Well," he said, "we've had quite a bit of muscle atrophy here. You might be alarmed." I looked at what used to be my left arm. The muscle was completely gone and you could almost see the bone through the skin. He asked me to flex my left biceps. I tried, but there was no strength in my arm and what little muscle might have been there, was not responding. I'm not kidding, my arm was literally too weak to flex. He asked me to stand up and take off my shirt. He was again alarmed at my obvious weight loss. The small amount of muscle you have just by moving your arms while running was also gone. I was akin to a walking skeleton. The doctor had me get on the scale. Sure enough there was some major weight loss. Wearing only a pair of shorts and socks, I was down to 129 pounds.
The doctor made me wait in the room while he paged for a nutritionalist. It seems he was quite worried about my health. Within a few minutes, a woman came in to give me what turned into counseling and some eating advice. I played the game and told her how I would put the weight back on and eat right. In reality, I knew Courtney loved being stronger than me and the more weight I lost, the more affectionate she seemed to be around me.
I got home later and waited for my wife. I knew she would be a couple hours so I had some time to kill. The drastic weight loss had again made most of my wardrobe too big. The large t-shirts I had were now huge on me and I didn't have any mediums. In addition, my running shorts were now too loose as well. Luckily, Courtney had packed a box full of old clothes that no longer fit her and placed it in the bottom of our closet. I opened the box figuring Courtney might have something in there that fit me. Sure enough, I grabbed a pair of blue swat pants and tried them on. They actually fit pretty well so I figured, who cares where I had gotten them.
Now wearing the sweat pants, I looked for a shirt. Sure enough, there were a couple of long sleeved shirts that fit very well. The arms for the sleeves were a little short, but the fit around my shoulders and chest was perfect. Hell, I thought, the grey shirt I now had on matched with the blue sweats pretty well.
Just then, I heard the front door slam. Courtney was home and I walked into the entry way to meet her. As I got closer to her, she tilted her head and had a funny look on her face. I gave her a quick peck on the lips and asked her why she was looking at me oddly. "Where did you get those sweats?" she asked. "Out of an old box of clothes you had in the closet." I replied. She then asked me to turn-around. I did a quick 360 and looked back at her. Courtney put her hand over her mouth, started to laugh and said, "oh my God honey."
The response to my new/old sweats was quite weird so I asked her what the hell was so funny. "Honey," she said, "those are my old Victoria's Secret sweats from college. I haven't fit into them in years, and they seem to fit you perfectly." I was a bit stunned and only then looked down and noticed a VS symbol and a Heart shape on the waist line. I was completely embarrassed and my face turned red I'm sure. Courtney walked up to me and twisted me around to look at the back. She then pulled out the shirt tag and said "Yep, the shirt's mine too."
"I can't believe you're so petite now honey." Courtney said. She seemed really happy about it though and told me to follow her to the bedroom. Once there, she told me to stand on the scale. I knew she would be shocked at my weight and refused to get on it. She just looked at me and said, "Don't make me, make you get on that scale." I turned to walked out of the bathroom hoping she would let me go but Courtney immediately grabbed my right arm and pulled me back. She had an iron grip on my arm and I yelled in pain. "God honey," I said, "don't grab me so hard." At the same time, she said, "Where's the beef dear? It felt like I was grabbing a twig." "Well," I said, "there's been quite a bit of atrophy from being in a cast for several weeks." "I thought that was your left arm though honey." She replied. I kind of looked down in embarrassment so Courtney said, "I'm sorry honey, you just seem so cute and vulnerable right now, I don't know why it excites me so much to see you like this, but it does. I just can't wait to get home and be with you every night."
That kind of picked my spirits up so I leaned over, gave my wife a kiss and got on the scale. The dial on the scale bounced around a bit and then stopped at 129 pounds. Courtney had a look of total amazement and then got a very rye grin on her face. She reached under my arms and easily hoisted me in the air. With her arms stretched to the sky, she held me two feet over head. Courtney then started to spin around quickly and the momentum forced my legs to fly out away from her body. She then began to say "Weeee, Weeee, Weeee." I felt like a child in her arms, almost helpless in the iron grip of my buff, immensely strong wife.
Still hoisted in the air at arms reach, Courtney walked me over to and pinned me up against the wall. I looked down at her huge bulging forearms and massive throbbing biceps. They seemed bigger and more powerful than ever before and I felt helpless in their grasp. As I stared into my wife's gleaming eyes, I noticed a pure power and utter strength in her gaze. I then slowly peered down to her jaw line and noticed the tight muscle that now covered her face. Looking down further, I couldn't help but realize how sinuous, deep muscle now covered her neck and traps. In this position, looking down, Courtney's beautifully buff, rounded shoulders looked more massive than ever. I was in the grips of my wife who was now a massive, muscle covered woman and it turned me on like never before.
My penis was at full attention and I reached down to lower my Victoria's Secret sweat pants. While still being hoisted in the air, Courtney took my member in her mouth and began to lick, suck and massage me. As her moist mouth and tongue gave my penis an unbelievable warm pleasure, I rolled my eyes back and felt unworldly. My wife was sucking me off like never before and just as I was about to climax, Courtney slowed down and kept me from it. As soon as she knew that enough time had passed, my wife began to lick and suck my cock again just as she had moments before. The warm, moist pleasure I felt again was leading me to climax, but as before, Courtney slowed and kept me from finishing.
This time, she looked up at me and we locked eyes. My wife again had a huge grin on her face. I could tell she had a plan of some sort. Sure enough, just as I was going to ask her what was up, she leaned down and again took my penis into her mouth. Pleasuring me again, my body becomes one with my member and all my thoughts were on the ultimate pleasure I was feeling. Within seconds of an ultimate final climax, Courtney again slowed the pace and kept me from it. She still kept my penis in her warm, supple mouth but seemed to now know my exact climatic point, and how to avoid me reaching it. Courtney kept me on this climatic roller coaster for what seemed like an eternity. After 10 or 15 more rounds of almost ultimate ecstasy, my body began to shake in desperation for the climax my wife was not allowing me to achieve. I began to beg her to finish me off. Finally, Courtney began to massage, lick and suck my penis faster and faster, deeper and deeper, more firmly than before. This time, as my body shook almost uncontrollably, Courtney didn't' stop. She sucked more determined than ever and within seconds, I reached a feeling of climax like never before, as my penis exploded with fury, pulse after pulse of my juices flowed into her amazing mouth. Instead of stopping, Courtney kept my penis in her grasp and continued to massage my member. My juices just kept flowing, like every ounce of me wanted to be inside her. After coming for what seemed an eternity, a huge warmth and ultimate sense of passion overwhelmed me. I began to cry uncontrollably. My wife then laid me down on the bed next to her. There I fell asleep wrapped up in the warmth of her massive beautiful arms.
Briarton continued 6/8/09
C reached over and began giving me a hand job. I watched the amazing muscles in her forearms as she massaged my member. Within a minute or so, I had relieved myself. Courtney then leaned down and started licking up the mess I had jut made on her hand and my stomach. That right there proved to me that I had married the right girl. C then started the car and began to drive us home.
It was a bit of a drive home. We had 45 minutes to chat and after a few miles I had to ask her. "Honey," I said, "you seemed pretty shocked at how weak I was back there. Should I start working out again." "HELL NO!" she said excitedly, "it kind of turns me on a bit to know I'm stronger than you…your like…my little boy toy right now." As she said that, she reached over and gave my penis a little pat.
I knew she had become pretty strong, but it's not like I was her toy. I had my own will and I was a man, so I let her believe it for herself because I didn't want too crush her little fantasy. In reality, I knew that I could muster up the strength to, "be the man." If I needed to.
The rest of the drive was pretty mundane. Small talk and listening to the radio took over. I tried not to stare at her amazing arms as she drove in order to maintain some form of thought. Eventually we pulled up in the driveway and parked. Courtney popped the trunk and I walked around to get our stuff out. I thought my wife had walked inside so I began to wrestle the cooler out of the trunk. It was still pretty damn heavy so I pulled it out and let it drop to the ground. My plan was to simply drag it into the house. Just then, my wife gently nudged me out of the way and said, "I got it babe." With that, she leaned down and picked the cooler up with minimal effort. She just smiled sarcastically at me and walked it into the house.
My wife and I were just realizing that not only was she stronger than I, she was a lot stronger. Neither of us had previously realized the strength difference that was building between us until that day. Sure she had beaten me at arm wrestling, but now, it seemed as though she was physically superior in every way. Still thinking of the look on her face just moments before, I walked into the kitchen. Courtney was standing there with the cooler hoisted over her head. As I looked in awe, she slowly began to lower it to her head and then lift it back up to arms length above her. I was speechless as I watched her arm muscles tense and flex as she lowered and raised the cooler. She knew I was amazed and her rye grin turned into a full blown smile and even laughter as she kept hoisting up the cooler.
Still standing in awe, my wife finally said, "drop your pants babe." Without hesitation I began to lower my pants. Of course my member was again standing at full attention. Courtney put down the cooler, walked over to me and flexed her right biceps about a foot in front of my face. She then began to flex and unflex it while she massaged the beautiful muscle with her other hand. "So," she said, "just a little of this, and your all mine huh?" "uu huh." I replied. "That's good for me don't you think?" she said as she gave me a quick peck on the lips. Courtney then walked back into the kitchen and began humming to herself as she unpacked the cooler. I pulled up my pants and put the rest of the in car stuff away.
We were both tired from the day's activities and kind of just hung out the rest of the day. I gave her a nice massage in the evening and of course she fell asleep. She was so cute just lying on the couch, but I wanted to put her to bed. I carefully squatted down and slipped my arms under her. Like I had done a hundred times in the past, I was going to carry her to bed. As I tried to lift her, my arms felt like they were trying to lift a Mac truck. Her thighs had become massive and her torso was bulging with muscle. I again tried to lift her with no success. Not only could I not carry her to bed, I couldn't even lift her an inch off the couch. Finally admitting defeat, I went to bed alone hoping she would eventually wake and come to bed.
Courtney and I got back into our own eating, training and sleeping schedules. Three more months passed and I was only 6 weeks away from the Boston marathon. C and I had not had a lot of "US" time so I told her we needed to have a movie night. She agreed and we headed out to a show. Before the movie started, I asked Courtney why she had been coming home later than in the past. She told me she was taking a self-defense class and that she wanted to be able to defend us just incase. I stopped her right there and said, "Don't you mean, defend yourself, incase I'm not there to take care of that." "No, she replied, I want to be able to defend the both of us." "Honey, I said, I know you're stronger than me in the gym, but if something goes down in the street, I'll take care of it." Courtney didn't want to have an argument right there so she asked me to go with her to her self defense class the next day to show her some things. I said, "Sure honey, I'd love to" and gave her a quick peck. We held hands and watched the show. It wasn't bad but the whole time, I was just looking forward to proving to her that I was more than capable of protecting her.
The next day arrived and Courtney and I got in our gym gear and headed to her self defense gym. It wasn't at the Golds she worked out at, it was a few blocks away in a place called Fitness Boxing. We walked inside and were the only two people there besides a fit looking girl and a fairly buff guy that worked there. Of course Courtney knew them and she introduced me. As usual, they were quite amazed that I was her husband. She quickly explained that I was a marathon runner which explained my smaller, lean physique. They both said, "oh." Simultaneously and accepted the reasoning.
Courtney led me to a back room which had a boxing ring in it. We walked over to some head gear and gloves. Courtney stripped me down to just my running shorts and shoes and then affixed my headgear and put on my gloves. Like a goofball, I hopped in the ring and started shadow boxing. Courtney laughed and stripped down to her workout shorts, shoes and a sports bra. She quickly put on her headgear and gloves and hopped in the ring as well.
As she stood up I was again amazed at her physique. Her thighs bulged out of her shorts and were fuller than ever. Some of her past leanness was gone, replaced by pure mass. Her calves were huge and blocky. She looked as thickly muscled as a linebacker. Her arms burst with mass as well and the buff roundness of her shoulders immediately intimidated me. "My God," I said, "did you put on some more weight honey." "Maybe 8 or 9 pounds since the last time you came to the gym with me a few months ago." She said.
My initial cockiness of a light hearted boxing match with my wife had quickly turned to fear. Just the utter mass of my wife made me realize that I was an immediate underdog. We met in the center of the ring and she asked how I wanted to do this. Like an idiot I said, "Honey, come at me with everything you got, I want to prove to you that fighting is not all about strength." She said, "OK honey.", and backed into her corner. I backed into mine and said "Ding, Ding!"
Courtney and I walked towards each other. I caught myself staring at her amazing muscular physique and just as we got within arms reach she swung her right arm. It caught me right in the side of the head and I fell to the ground half dazed. It felt like I had been hit with a sledgehammer and the whole left side of my head went numb. After a few seconds, I shook my head, got rid of a couple cob webs and stood up. My wife said, "Are you OK honey." "Yep", I said "Just wasn't ready for it…no worries."
This time, I decided I would give her a little jab. As she got within arm reach again, I threw out my left arm to give the jab. Unfortunately, she was throwing a jab of her own. It caught me square in the nose and knocked me back 3 feet. I was stunned a bit to and needed a few seconds to regain my wits. Courtney knew she had the advantage and showed a killer instinct, she quickly closed the distance between us and I knew I was in trouble. I raised my arm and gloves in front of my face. Courtney hit my left arm and the thundering power went right threw my body and sent me falling to my right. Just then, she threw a left and hit my right arm. It had the opposite effect and threw me back the other way. I turned to the side and began to run away from her. The ring was pretty small though and she threw a hard right into my midsection. It immediately knocked the wind out of me and I again fell to the ground. Courtney didn't say anything this time, she just took a couple steps back and started to count to ten. "One, Two, Three, Four…by five, I got to one knee…Six, Seven, Eight, Nine…at nine I stood up and faced her."
Courtney could tell I was really hurting and again asked if I was OK." For some stupid reason, I looked at her and said, "You hit like a Girl Honey." It really lit a fire in her and she almost jumped at me from across the ring. I figured this was my only chance and I took a big swing at her just as she got within reach. My glove hit her cleanly in the side of the head. It didn't even phase her. She immediately threw a big right. I was again covering up, but she had me in the corner and hit me as hard as she could in both the right and left arms. After a couple hits on each, my arms went completely numb and fell to my sides. She then threw a straight right which nailed me right in the nose. The lights went out on me and I fell back into the ropes. They propelled me forward slightly and as I was falling towards her, Courtney nailed me with a left to the head which completely knocked me out.
It seemed like just a few seconds, but apparently I had been out cold for over a minute. As I awoke, the guy that worked at the gym was pouring water on my face and holding my neck. I peered over to see Courtney crying her eyes out. The guy held up his hand and asked me how many fingers he was holding up. I saw four but he claims he was only holding up two fingers. Then he asked me what day it was. I guessed and said Tuesday. Wrong again. My head was throbbing with immense pain and I asked him for a pillow. He just held my neck and told me to sit tight. Courtney was still crying too much to talk and I started to hear sirens in the distance. Pretty soon they got real close and stopped right outside the gym.
Two medics rushed in and came over to me. They started asking me questions too and also started shining a flashlight in my eyes. My eyelids felt very heavy and so I closed them. The medics then slid me onto a stretcher and wheeled me to the ambulance. Courntey got into the ambulance too, still crying too much to talk. The medic asked if I could move my limbs. I tried to lift my arms but they were too numb. I could barely move them let alone lift them up. Eventually, they got to the hospital and wheeled me in. As they did, they wheeled me past a mirror and I realized why my wife couldn't stop crying. My nose was flattened and bent to the right side, there was blood all over my face and my eyes were swollen shut. Now I felt bad for Courtney, not me. I had egged her on and so it was pretty much my own fault. I just didn't know she could release that kind of beating on me.
Over the next couple of hours as they ran test after test on me, all Courtney could muster was, "I'm so sorry honey, I'm so sorry." I tried to console her, but she was pretty devastated. As the test results came in, we realized the extent of the beating. I had a concussion, a broken nose, a slight fracture in my left arm, a dislocated right arm and a tear in the neck muscles supporting my neck. In less than 45 seconds, Courtney had caused an immense amount of damage to me even though I was wearing protective head gear and boxing gloves. Her mass and strength had proven far superior to mine in every way.
The hospital obviously wanted to keep me overnight for observation so I was now in my own room. Courntey and I began to talk out the days events. She contemplated quitting her bodybuilding lifestyle. I begged her not to and told her it was my fault. It took hours of conversation but I finally convinced her to keep up with the weightlifting. As a favor, I asked her for a seductive muscle posing session. She laughed at first and then got into it. She slowly flexed and massaged her muscles as I looked in awe. Courntey then did a double biceps pose and said, "these bad boys just gave you the beating of your life…now there going to beat something else." With that, she reached under the sheet and began to beat me off. Even though I was in too much pain to move, she made me a very happy man once again.
Briartoon continued 3/3/09
As I stood near the bench in awe of my wife's physique and strength, she hurried away to the next station. When she reached the incline bench, she turned and told me to grab the cooler. I stepped over and grabbed the cooler strap. With all my might and a little momentum, I was able to hoist the strap over my shoulder. It weighed on me like a sack of rocks, but I leaned over to absorb much of the weight and hurried over to C. As I got there, my arms let go and the cooler went slamming to the ground. C gave me the eye, but she did have a bit of a rye smile on her face, so I knew she wasn't too upset.
My wife quickly started her warm up set on the incline bench. Now, just wearing her blue sports bra, I could see her chest muscles bulge with every rep. Still hot from her previous work on the flat bench, Courtney had droplets of sweat glistening on her pumped up breasts. With each rep, her chest pumped and pulsed. It was all I could do not to make a mess on myself, so I quickly excused my self to the bathroom.
As I walked to the bathroom, I found myself feeling naked without the comfort and protection of my wife. I walked passed several people on the way to the restroom. Without a doubt, every one of them was much bigger and stronger than I. One guy I passed must have been 300 pounds of solid muscle. His freaking quads probably had more muscle than my entire body and I avoided him by scooting over to the wall as we passed. I didn't think he would nudge me on purpose but even if I accidentally bumped into him, I knew it was me who would go flying.
I finally made it to the restroom and walked inside. There were three teenagers in there making a ruckus. They had to be sixteen or seventeen at most but all three of them were pretty buff. I figured they were probably wrestlers or football players. Sure enough, as they were throwing wet paper towels at each other one of them hit me in the back. I turned my head to look, and the kid who threw it laughingly apologized. As I finished up and walked to the sink, the other two kids just kind of stared at me. It wasn't a friendly stare and I felt intimidated immediately. Quickly, I walked towards the door and as I was walking out I heard all three of them bust out in laughter. It became apparent to me at that point that the wet towel that hit me was no accident. Here I was, in my late twenties, hurried out of a bathroom in fear of some teenagers. I decided to let it go and wanted to get back over to my wife as soon as possible.
When I walked around the corner to where my wife was, sure enough, the 300 pound dude I walked past earlier was chatting with her. Courtney had a huge smile on her face and I was immediately suspicious of the guy. As I approached, Courtney quickly stood up and introduced me to the guy. "This is Brett" she said, "He's the gym owner and a pro bodybuilder." I stuck out my hand to shake his, hoping he wouldn't crush mine. "Glad to meet you" he said, "So, a marathon runner huh?" "yep," I replied, "feel like I'm a little out of my league in here though. Even the girls are buffer then me." We all laughed and he said, "hey man, don't sweat it, not a one of 'em could run more than a mile or two, so you've got my admiration."
Brett immediately made me feel better about myself and I liked him. We continued with another minute or two of small talk and he said he had to get going. "Well," Courtney said, "you two seemed to have hit it off." "Seems like a nice guy." I said. "Good," Courtney replied, "because he just invited us to his house party in a few weeks." "Cool" I replied.
Within a few more minutes, Courtney really started to intensify her workout. Weight upon weight was added to her exercises and a cold blank stare came across her face. She began eating protein bars between exercises and drank a lot of water. Instead of talking to me about things, she simple barked out instructions like, "Get me some more water, or, ask them to turn up the music, or spot me on this one and put on 10 more to each side." I felt like the workout had become her and the weights and nothing else mattered, not even me. It was odd to see her in such a zone, but obviously it was that kind of intensity which allowed her to build up such strength and size in only two years.
Over an hour into the workout Courtney shed her workout pants to reveal her magnificently buff calves and bulging quads. Her calves were larger than I had ever remembered and her quads bulged with each step. The power in her legs gave her a walk of supreme confidence and a solid base that seemed impossible to derail. She was now just wearing her workout shoes, a small pair of workout shorts and her sports bra. Muscles were bulging from everywhere and just watching her walk around was amazing. I couldn't keep my eyes off my wife's beautifully built body and I was resigned to the fact that I would have an erection for the rest of the day.
Courtney finally finished up her workout and was ready to go. She had worked out hard and the perspiration glistened off her pumped up muscles and soaked her top. Her cold hard stare had lightened up slightly, she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, grabbed my hand and said, "Let's Go."
As she led me out of the gym, she constantly had to wave to the several people who kept saying "Hello" to her. She worked out there everyday so that was no surprise. We quickly made it to the car and hoped in. Instead of starting the car, Courtney leaned over and we started making out. She reached into my pants and began to give me a hand job right there in the busy parking lot. It was getting a bit more intense and my wife abruptly stopped. She started the car and we zipped out of the parking lot. I didn't know how we were going to make it all the way home. And neither did Courtney. We were both so hot for each other at that moment that 45 minutes of driving was going to be like an eternity.
Just a mile or two down the road, Courtney pulled into the driveway of a house for sale. It had a repossessed sign in the yard and the yard was a bit overgrown. Courtney said, "Let's go!" and I followed her to the back gate. She opened it and led me to the back door. She looked at me, got a smile on her face and said, "I hope nobody's home." With that, she leaned back and kicked the door. It flew open and broken wood chips flew in the air as the lock bolt busted right through the door frame. "Holy Shit" I said as we ran inside.
Just a few feet inside the door, Courtney grabbed my shirt and ripped it off over my head. A split second later she ripped down my pants and tossed me to the floor. As I looked up at my towering muscle bound wife, she slipped off her shorts and lay on top of me. I was on my back and she straddled my torso with her muscular thighs. Courtney grabbed my arms and pinned them up above my head. She then leaned down and we began to make out again. Every several seconds she would flex her thighs hard against my sides. The power I felt as she flexed turned my on almost to the point of climax. I felt quite helpless in the position my wife had me in but I had never felt more pleasure. I was reaching a state of zen like I had never quite experienced before.
Finally, Courtney wanted to feel some pleasure as well so she lowered her hot wet pussy over my throbbing penis. She began to slowly move up and down both massaging me and giving herself pleasure at the same time. Courtney then let go of my arms and held hers high above her head. I quickly grabbed hold of her muscular thighs as she pulsed up and down, up and down. As she moved, her thighs flexed and displayed the amazing power they now held. I massaged them erotically and became mesmerized by them. Courtney was not ripped by bodybuilding standards but as she moved, veins began to appear in her thighs. Their mass had to require major blood flow and I soon became entranced by the now visible veins running across her massive quads.
I finally peered up at my wife and noticed that she was looking skyward as she rode me. Her arms danced around slowly and I reached up to grab them. They were too high so I grabbed her torso just below her arm pits. She had developed muscle there as well and it was hard and full. It seemed as though Courtney now had bulging muscle where I didn't even know muscle existed. My wife slowly peered down at me, grabbed my arms and again pinned them up over my head. Wanting to climax together, she started to whisper to me, "Not yet honey," she said, "in a few seconds…in a few more seconds…ok baby, I'm starting to feel it…I'm really starting to feel it…ok baby…ok baby … uh….uh…..uh….uh.huh…uh.huh…uh huh…ooo…ooo…ooo." And within seconds we were both climaxing and sending each other into that awesome state of pure pleasure simultaneously. Pure, pure pleasure, immediately followed by a quick state of exhaustion. Courtney laid down on me with all her weight. She felt like a ton but there was no where else in the world I would rather be than right there under my beautiful, buff wife.