By the time I left the hospital a couple of days later, I had on a neck brace, a bandage on my nose, my right arm in a sling and my left arm in a cast. Over the next six weeks, I couldn’t run so I rode a stationary bike for hours every day. At the same time, I was eating less and less. I had converted myself over to an entirely liquid and vegetarian diet. I had become obsessed with not gaining any weight as I knew it would destroy my chances of running well in The Boston Marathon.

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.

After what was another amazing sexual experience with my wife, we gathered up our clothes and walked to the car. I looked over Courtney and was again overcome with excitement just watching her thighs bulge with every step. I became fixated on the muscle and by the time we reached the car, I was hard as a rock. My wife noticed my renewed excitement and said, “Honey, your unbelievable. You’re like an 18 year old…a walking erection.” I said, “I can’t explain it C, just watching your muscles bulge with each step sent me racing again, it’s like I can’t get enough of your unbelievable buffness.”

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.

The gym, continued...

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.

The Gym

The next day arrived and my wife was up and dressed by 6:30am. She was already wearing her black pair of wind pants and blue long sleeved top. Unlike me, she filled her outfit out. It wasn’t skin tight but there were places in the thigh area of her pants and in the biceps and forearms area of her sleeves that the material was being starched by the muscles underneath. I quickly got up and threw on my outfit. It was loose on me but I was hoping that fact would conceal how skinny I had become.

I walked into the kitchen to see Courtney consuming another huge meal. She was having what I would consider 2 to 3 servings of oat meal, a plate full of scrambled eggs and a huge protein shake. As I watched my wife consume the meal, it didn’t seem to me like I was watching my wife, it seemed as though I was watching a machine fuel up for a day of taking names and kicking ass. However, instead of staring at C with awe while she ate, I decided to grab myself some breakfast. As I walked towards the fridge, I almost tripped over a large red cooler. It wasn’t the Styrofoam or plastic picnic coolers we’re all used to, it was a red insulated fabric cooler with the soft feel to it, with a big black strap.

Initially, I tried to pick it up off the floor and place it on the counter. It felt like it was full of led though and I only got it a few inches off of the ground before I could lift it no more. Knowing that one arm wouldn’t be enough, I grabbed the cooler strap with both arms and began to lift it to the counter surface. This time, I managed to get it about half way up before the weight just became too great for me to lift. Giving up, I simply lowered the cooler back to the floor. Amazed at its weight, I decided to have a look inside. I unzipped the top and lifted the flap. The cooler was full of ice, plastic containers, a couple of bottles of ABB energizer drinks and a gallon of water. I realized that Courtney had packed our meals and thought that was smart because I hadn’t even thought of that.

Giving up on the cooler, I grabbed an apple and chomped it down. In that same amount of time, my wife finished off her meal and walked up to the sink. She placed her dished in the sink, gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, “Let’s go honey.” With that, she began to walk towards the door to the garage. “Babe,” I said, “You want to give me a hand with this cooler?”

My wife looked back at me and had a questioning smile on her face. It was obvious that she either thought I was kidding and it was funny or; she realized I was serious and was embarrassingly smirking at how weak I had become. C began to walk back towards me and the cooler with that funny smirk. As she got to me, she reached down; picked the strap up and using a bit of effort flung the cooler up off the ground and over her shoulder. Now, believing I hadn’t really tried to pick up the cooler, she said, “Ha Ha, very funny hon, way to get me to carry everything.” I laughed a bit to hide the fact that I really couldn’t lift the cooler and said, “Suckerrrrrrrrrrr.”

I followed Courtney to the back of her car in the garage. She lifted the back hatch on her CRV and lowered the cooler off her shoulder and into the car. As she did, the biceps muscle in her right arm swelled in size immensely as it flexed and the fabric of her sleeve was bursting at the seams. As Courtney closed the hatch, she walked to the driver’s door and got in. I was still in awe of what I had just witnessed and I peered down at my right arm. I flexed it as hard as I could only to notice there was absolutely no starching of my sleeve material. In fact, fully flexed, my arm didn’t seem to grow in size at all. Still perplexed, I got in the car and we began our drive to the gym.

As we drove to the gym, Courtney had her right arm down by her side and steered with her left. Still trying to make since of the sleeve stretching incident in the garage, I moved my left arm next to her right arm. Looking down at our sleeves, unflexed, my wife’s arm was still filling out the sleeve completely. My arm mass was not visible at all. I flexed it again and again only to notice that there was sill no sleeve movement.

Courtney was filling me in on what exercises we would be doing during our drive. She was speaking a bit of a foreign language to me, but I figured it would all make sense when we got there. She also wanted me to know that everyone at the gym took their training very serious and she wanted me to do the same. I assured her that I wouldn’t embarrass her in front of her gym mates or be joking around to the point of disruption. I also noticed a change in my wife, as we got within a few blocks of the gym; she lost her smirky attitude and developed a very serious demeanor. This was her physical release and she was about to go to war with the weights. It was awesome to witness and I noticed the same change in myself when I was going to do a hard day of running.

We finally arrived at the Golds Gym and walked inside. Courtney checked us both in and we walked to a bank of lockers. As C fidgeted with the locker door, I turned to view the vastness of the gym. It had red and gold paint on everything and the Golds logo all over the walls. There were weight machines and mirrors everywhere and the clanking of weights was persistent and very loud. I became immediately intimidated and followed my wife to the cardio area like a lost puppy staying close for protection. C wanted to get in a five minute warm up before we hit the weights.

I immediately liked the cardio area because you just stared at the TV’s and the loud sounds of clanking weights was drowned out by the music. C and I quickly finished up on the bikes though and headed back to the vastness of the weight area. There were other people present in the gym but it was pretty sparse because of the early morning hour and most folks had large oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants on.

The bench press area was vacant and chest was first on Courtney’s list. We grabbed a bench and Courtney laid a towel down. She laid on the bench and pressed out 15 quick reps with just the 45lb. bar. C popped up and I took her position. She quickly told me where to hold the bar and I lifted it off the rack. I lowered it to my chest and all the way up three times quickly. By the fourth rep I began to feel a little heat in my triceps and chest. I figured that that was a good sign and continued to warm up. By the 10th rep, my arms were really feeling some heat and the originally light 45lb. bar began to feel heavy. I pushed out the last five reps but was immediately nervous as I felt way more heat and weight than I should have. I stood up from the bench and looked at my wife trying not to let her know about the burn.

C said, “Ok hon, grab a 25”. I grabbed one with my right arm and began to slide it off of the rack behind me. As I slid it off of the bar, it immediately slipped from my grip and fell to the floor. Luckily, the floor is rubber and it just kind of made a thud. C laughed but told me to be more careful. I grabbed the weight off of the floor but by the time I got it to my waist, the weight was again proving to be too much for my weak grip. Instinctively, I used my other arm too, and with both hands for support, I slid it on to the bench press bar. My wife quickly banged out 12 reps this time and placed the bar back on its rack.

I again switched places with Courtney and looked up at the bar. As I lifted it out over my chest, it felt immensely heavier than the last one and it swayed uncontrollably above me. To hide the fact that I was having trouble, I quickly lowered it to my chest. This seemed to stabilize me slightly and I raised it back up. Thinking the weight was of no significance, Courtney was busy grabbing something out of the cooler and was unaware of my struggles. I lowered the weight again and again. By the time I got to six reps, my arms were on fire and I had no strength left in my chest. I was stuck. An immediate panic overcame me as I could not allow my wife or anyone else to see me stuck with a 95 pound bar. Using every bit of strength I had left, I lowered the bar to my chest and then threw it up in a massive serge of energy. Luckily, I got it to the lowest rung on the rack and placed it there.

Just as I popped up from the bench, Courtney turned from the cooler and looked at the bar. “Why did you leave it on the lowest rung silly?” she said. “I was trying to goof with you”, I replied, “thanks for spoiling it.” “Honey, remember what I said, take this seriously OK.” She replied. I walked over, told her I would take it seriously and gave her a quick peck.

Helping with the next rack, I grabbed a 10lb. weight and placed it next to the 25 already on the bar. Courtney say the 10 and said, “No babe, I’m not that weak, let’s jump it to a 45.” “No problem.” I replied. Amazingly, Courtney slid the 25 off her side of the rack with one hand, and lifted a 45 over the edge of the bar with the other. I didn’t want to seem weak so I slid the 25 off of my side with one hand as well. I tried to quickly turn with the weight and make it to the weight rack before it started to fall. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make it and I had to use the other arm for support. I then grabbed a 45 from the lower rack. Using both hands and holding onto the top edge, I lifted it to the end of the bar. Unfortunately, my shoulder strength was weak and I missed on my first attempt to line the hole in the weight with the end of the bar. Shoulder strength gone, I had to lower the weight to the floor.

Courtney was on the bench looking at the bar and just about to lift it. “Hold up.” I said as I needed to still put the 45 on the bar. This time, I grabbed the 45 at the sides and lifted with my legs. This allowed me more strength and leverage and I got the weight on. Now ready, C lifted the weight off the rack and lowered it to her chest. She was going slowly, but very in control and she forced the bar up with a lot of strength. There was no wobble at all and I could tell this was not a problem weight for her. She banged out 10 reps and easily placed the bar back on the rack. Pretty awesome I thought. I had a wife who could bench 135. Not bad, not bad.

I then took my place on the bench. I looked up at the bar knowing it was my mortal enemy. Courtney asked if I needed a spot. I said, “No, not with 45’s” hoping she would again get occupied with something else and I could fake my way through a few reps and make her think I did 8 or 10. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Courtney looked away towards the cardio area. I quickly lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to my chest. The weight felt like a ton and I quickly tried to lift it up. My arms were frozen solid and I was only able to lift it a few inches before I was stuck. Courtney noticed my situation and said, “C’mon babe, quit messing around.” I didn’t respond and gave another go at lifting the weight. Within a few seconds my face began to turn red from effort as I struggled with the weigh. Finally, my arm completely gave out and I rested the bar on my chest.

My wife, now confused said, “Seriously honey, not even one rep?” I just looked up at her as my last ounce of pride flew away and said, “Nope C, not one.” She then reached down, grabbed the bar with both hands and lifted it up and onto the rack. I sat there for a few seconds, totally dejected at my utter loss of strength. Finally, C broke the silence and said, “don’t worry about it hon, you’ve been running so much and trying to loose a lot of weight for that, you were bound to loose a little muscle too.” “I know”, I replied, “I just didn’t think it would be soooo much.” C then leaned in and whispered, “Well, I love you anyway OK.” And gave me a nice, fairly long, wet kiss on the lips.

After our brief moment Courtney said, “Well, do you still want to work out?” I said “No, but I’ll help you work out today.” She seemed fine with that and said, “Great! Grab a 25.” I grabbed a 25 with both hands and placed it on the bar. C slid onto the bench and slowly and methodically banged out 8 reps. “retty good…retty Good” I said. Courtney smirked and gave me a wink. This time, she didn’t get off the bench. She just looked at me and said 10s. I quickly grabbed two 10’s and put them on the bar. My wife lay down and lifted the weight into the air. This time, at 6 reps she began to have some difficulty. With a good amount of effort, she forced up 2 more reps. It took a few seconds but I realized Courtney had just lifted 205 pounds eight times!

Courtney got off the bench and said, “now’s the tough one babe..225!” With that, she had me remove the 10’s and 25’s. In place of those, we added two 45s. After a brief rest and a few moments of quiet, my wife reached down around her waist and began removing her long sleeve shirt over her head. As she did, she faced away from me which exposed her huge back. It was thick with muscle and there seemed to be large muscles now connecting her back and arms, making her appear very wide. I couldn’t believe my eyes and I became immediately aroused. C then removed the shirt over her head and tossed it on the cooler. She was wearing a blue sports bra and as she turned to face me, her arms were now bulging with pumped up muscle. They seemed huge in comparison to mine and my heart skipped a few beats just looking at them. My stomach became uneasy and I tried to speak but I think it came out as total blah. My wife kind of laughed and she walked up in front of me. Standing sideways to me with her huge shoulder and arm in my face she said, “Feel it honey, it’s what I’ve been working on for 2 plus years!”

I slowly and fearfully reached my hand out to feel her now massive arms. As I did, we both noticed my hand was shaking badly. Undeterred, I finally grabbed her rock hard, huge arm. Just as I started to wrap my fingers around the front of her biceps, C flexed quickly. The sudden shock startled me and I screamed. Courtney again laughed and said, “OK, play time’s over. Let’s lift some weights.” With that she slid under the now 225lb. bar and said, “give me a spot”.

In a bit of a daze, I stood in back of the bench to provide her a spot. Courtney lifted the 225 pounds off the rack and held it above her. Methodically, she lowered it down and lifted it up again. I stood ready to give a spot but as of yet it hadn’t been necessary. Courtney again and again lifted the bar. Finally, on the 6th rep, my wife’s gorgeously muscled chest and arms began to weaken. With my help, and her, grunting madly, she pumped out 2 more reps. We placed the bar back on the rack and Courtney popped up and clapped her hands loudly with joy. “What’s that for?” I said. “7 reps at 225!” she said. “It’s m new record!” I gave her a fist pump and said “Alright! You’re awesome hon!” We kissed quickly and she said, “How bout 10 more?”

I was still amazed by her mass and strength but at least I could talk now. After a minute we put another 10 on each side. Now at 245, my wife slid under the bar again. She pumped herself up, let out a few serious grunts and grabbed the bar. I helped her lift it to the start position and she went for it. Courtney quickly lowered the weight to her chest and with an explosive push, she raised it all the way up…NO SPOT!. She couldn’t leave it at that and attempted another rep. It wasn’t meant to be and I had to help her lift it to the rack. Even so, C stood up and clapped again. “245!!!” she said with enthusiasm, “Another new record!”

I stepped over and gave Courtney a big hug. She was huge and solid and I felt like I was hugging a tree. With little effort, my wife leaned back and lifted me off the ground. She then spun around quickly not realizing my feet were off the ground. My legs kind of flung out wildly and I clipped the water fountain. It was made of aluminum so it made a huge drum sound when I hit it. Of course everyone looked over to see my wife swinging me wildly in the air. There were a couple laughs but I tried to ignore them and not worry about it.

Courtney put me down and took a small step back. She had a strange and questioning look on her face and I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. She then said, “Are you going to be OK with this hon, all this muscle?” “What do you mean?” I said. “Well”, she replied. “At first I was just firming up, and I knew you really liked that. Then I started to get fitness girl type muscle, and you said you really liked that. But now I’m developing some bodybuilder size strength and muscle. Are you going to be OK with that?” “OK with that?” I said, “Honey, you’re amazing and I’m not only OK with it, I am overjoyed with it!” Courtney walked up, gave me another huge hug and whispered, “mmmmmmm, I just love you so much right now!” And she gave me a quick lick and peck in the ear.

to be continued...

I woke up the next day and had quite a quandary, I had thoroughly enjoyed the running and the prep for finishing a marathon. But I didn’t know if I should keep running or join a softball league and take a break. I threw the idea at Courtney and she immediately shot down the break idea. “Don’t you want to keep running?” she said. “I don’t know.” I replied.

Courtney seemed down about the idea of me quitting running. She immediately lifted my shirt and licked my abs while grabbing my ass. She then looked up at me and said, “I love you six pack abs and tight ass honey…I don’t want to lose them.” With that my mind was made up for me. Courtney was building a tremendous physique and keeping her happy was going to be my main goal. With that, I headed out and bought a new pair of running shoes.

We had kind of settled back into our previous patterns of work and exercise. I was running and not eating a lot and C was spending a ton of time at the gym and eating like a horse. About two or three weeks had gone by and I was starting to lose my motivation for training. I mentioned it to my wife and she said, “Well, I was waiting to surprise you but I guess I’ll tell you now. I booked us a room in Boston the week of April 20th.” I wasn’t sure what the significance of the date was and stared back at my wife with a puzzled look. She waited a few seconds and then said, “Honey, with your awesome marathon time, you qualified for the Boston Marathon.” “Holy shit!” I said. “Really?”

Courtney really did surprise me with that news and I was even kind of amazed myself. Runners from all over the word try to qualify for the Boston Marathon and here I was, in a position to run it. Running The Boston had never really been one of my life goals but I damn sure had to do it. Without delay, I went to the local running store and asked for some preparation advice. Of course, there are several books on The Boston and how to prepare for it. I bought three of them and headed home.

The first book I decided to read was about the history of the race and many personal stories about those who overcame adversity to run in it and some from those who never could qualify. The book really motivated me and got me excited about the race. It was only five months away and I wanted to really do well.

I felt a great sense of accomplishment from my first marathon but knew The Boston would be my last. I didn’t really like being so skinny and the mental toll of having to run so many miles a week was tough. That said, I figured I would try to lose the 8 or 10 more pounds recommended for elite marathon runners with my height. Again, it would suck being that skinny, but my marathon time would be one I could hang my hat on and be really proud of. I dreaded the thought of training for another year to run The Boston in a descent time. I was only going to take one shot at the race so for 5 more months, I was going to absolutely stick to the hard training and meager diet.

A month more into my training, I was really feeling great. The running had become fun again and the diet was working. I only weighed myself every other week and at the end of 4 weeks I had already lost 4 of the 8 pounds I was trying to loose. At 148 pounds, my knees didn’t hurt after long runs and my times were getting better. I was starting to feel very confident that my Boston marathon time would be great. At the same time, Courtney’s training was going well too. She always wore baggy clothes around the house but even in them, I could tell she had put on a bit more weight. Her face had become even more full as well.

Courtney always asked me about my training and it was easy to understand. I could tell her how far and how fast I was running. It was an easy gauge and even a non runner could make sense of the numbers. As far as her training though, I had no idea how she was progressing. So one Thursday night after dinner, I told C I was proud of her dedication and wanted to know if she would mind me going to the gym with her on Saturday. She hesitated at first and then said, “Sure honey, it’ll be fun. I’ll pick up a guest pass for you tomorrow.”
For some reason, the more Courtney thought about it, the more excited she got about my field trip to her gym. She had ridden a bike behind me during some of my runs and had watched my marathon race. Unfortunately, I had never even watched her work out. There was no competition that I knew of in her future so this was a chance for my wife to show me the sport she now had developed such a passion for.

That night in bed, Courtney, still excited about me wanting to go with her to the gym, began to massage my penis. I immediately got excited as it had been almost a month since we last had sex. She wasn’t holding out on me but our schedules just didn’t click and either she or I had been too tired over the last several weeks. We just hadn’t been timing each other well like we had so often in the past. Within a couple minutes, Courtney plunged her head under the covers and began to give me head. As always, it was amazing and I was getting very close to climaxing. I told her to slow down so I’d have something left for her. She said, “No honey, I want to wait till Saturday for that.” Seemed like a good answer so I enjoyed her warm, moist mouth massaging my member for a few more minutes. Finally, I could hold it no more and I began to cum. Courtney just kept on sucking and swallowed every last drop. Even as I laid back in total relaxation, my wife continued licking up any semen she initially missed. Within minutes I was fast asleep with Courtney at my side.

Friday morning arrived and I headed off for work. It was a normal day I guess. A little work, a light lunch and a few text messages with Courtney. Soon enough, the end of the work day came and I headed for home for some power gel and a nice run. When I walked into the bedroom, there was an outfit laying on the bed and a note from Courtney. It read, “Honey, I picked up a workout outfit for you to wear tomorrow. Try it on and make sure it fits.” My wife loved to Color Coordinate us so I was sure she probably had her own matching set. It wasn’t bad though, it was a pair of black wind pants and a light blue long sleeved dri-fit shirt. I tried the pants on first. They were loose but they had a drawstring which I could tighten all the way to make them fit. The shirt on the other hand was a large. I still hadn’t told her that I was now wearing a size medium shirt. Luckily, she bought the outfit at the sporting goods store down the street, so I knew I could go exchange the shirt.

I headed down to the store and walked into the workout gear section. After a few minutes of searching, I couldn’t find the same outfit. Luckily, a cute girl who worked at the store was walking buy so I asked her for some help. Sure enough, she led me right to the area that had the same shirts. “opular color.” The girl said to me. “What do you mean?” I said. “Oh nothing.” She replied, “Just a really buff woman was in here earlier today buying this same color outfit for herself and her husband. If you run into a really well built woman and her man wearing this color outfit, you’ll know where they got them.” I laughed at the comment and thanked the girl for her help. I was too embarrassed to tell her that I was the husband.

With the medium shirt in hand, I walked to the front counter to make the shirt exchange. A young boy, probably 16 or 17 was behind the register. I placed the shirts on his counter and asked him to make the exchange. He asked what the reason for the exchange was. I told him that my wife had been in earlier today and purchased the wrong sized shirt. The explanation was sound and he started to do the exchange. Sure enough, after several minutes, he still couldn’t hit the right buttons to check me out properly. He got on the PA system and asked for help at the front. As I expected, the cute girl who had helped me a few minutes earlier walked up to the front.

The young boy then explained to the girl, Erin, that my wife had purchased the shirt for me earlier in the day and I needed a smaller size. Erin immediately put her hand over her mouth in a state of shock, looked at me and said, “That woman is your wife.” I nodded yes. Erin then said, “I’m so sorry if I offended you earlier, it’s just that, well, I would have never put you two together ya know, I just figured she would be married to some huge bodybuilder or something.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, “She is in a little better shape than I am, so, honest mistake.”

At that point, the light in the head of the young boy finally turned on and he too realized who the woman was that purchased the shirts a few hours earlier. He had less smarts than Erin and looked up at me and said, “Man, the hot bodybuilder chick is your wife? Can she like um kick you ass?” Erin immediately slapped him and told him to be quiet. I laughed slightly and said, “Well, she is pretty damn strong, but no, she can’t kick my but.” He didn’t know when to shut up and replied “Oh that’s cool, that’s just crazy though man cause she’s pretty big and your ya know, kind of skinny.” Again I laughed and patiently let Erin complete the transaction.

On the drive home, I realized that we were becoming a bit on an odd couple. My wife was becoming big enough to have random store clerks marvel at her size. While I had lost enough weight that a 16 year old kid is calling me skinny. I was happy with Courtney but starting to become quite self conscious about my weight. Keeping to The Boston marathon plan was in place but I did yearn to gain back some weight.

As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that C was home. I knew I would have to come up with a story on why I was out. Once parked, I grabbed the shirt and headed inside. Sure enough, Courtney was in the bedroom waiting for me. I said, “Hey babe, good to see you.” And leaned in and gave her a kiss while also grabbing her right arm. It was solid as a rock and felt really large. C kissed me for a few seconds and then asked me what was up with the shirt. I thanked her for the shirt but told her it had a small rip in it and I had to exchange it. She seemed convinced by the fib and wanted me to try it on.

I took off my current shirt and threw on the new dri-fit shirt. “erfect.” Courtney said, “A little loose in the sleeves, but otherwise, it fits pretty well hey babe?” “Yep.” I replied, “Good fit honey.” She seemed happy that the shirt fit pretty well. Even in the medium size though, my arms did little to fill out the sleeves. The running and meager diet I was on stripped me of all my bodyfat, which Courtney loved, but it also stripped away pounds of muscle. Since the object of my training was to loose a lot of weight to make the running much easier, every extra ounce of fat and muscle had to go.

Courtney wanted to get an early start in the morning and it was obvious she was excited to have me go with her to the gym. We threw in a movie and relaxed on the couch. As usual, C was wearing some baggy sweats and I was as well. While watching a movie, I was getting very hot sitting next to C. She was like a furnace and was giving off a lot of heat. I asked her if she was hot. Courtney said, “Ya. I’m always hot lately, it must be the training or my supplements or something.” I replied, “Maybe it’s the extra muscle you’ve put on babe, I used to be hot all the time when I weighed 195 pounds but now at 148, I’m usually chilly.”

Courtney seemed to be surprised at the comment and said, “You’re down to 148 honey? I can’t even remember being that light.” She followed that up and said, “Babe, I’m really proud of the commitment you’re making to this whole running and marathon thing. I brag about you all the time at the gym.” Courtney then leaned in and we started making out. I reached around my wife to hold her tightly. Her back was solid as a rock and I could feel small and medium bulges on it. I was still awestruck by little things like that and immediately got aroused. Courtney then leaned away slowly, said, “tomorrow honey, tomorrow.” and went off to bed before we got intimate.

Still sitting on the couch, I started thinking about our Gym Date the next day. I was excited to see her in the gym the next morning but also started to become very nervous. I hadn’t so much as lifted a weight in almost two years and had also dropped 45 pounds of bodyweight. The more I thought about it, the more my stomach started to become uneasy. Not only was I going to be with my wife, who I knew was stronger than I, I also was going to be surrounded by a gym full of buff folks. Oh well I thought, there was nothing I could do about it now. After 30 minutes watching Sports Center, I headed to bed excited and nervous about the following day...