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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: Brfan on June 24, 2021, 09:22:34 pm
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I've always liked muscular women. At least, as far as I can remember. This began in a pre-teen time, when I was attracted to the idea of a powerful, dominant woman in a non sexual way, and evolved. Yet, I've never talked about it with anyone. I did, in shame a few sessions with muscular women, but that was it. 99% of my interaction was virtual. Watching videos and seeing pictures, and indulging myself.
Eventually, I married, had two kids and lived a normal life, with this part of it hidden from the world. At 48, a minor heart attack changed most of my life. Suddenly, I had known the hard way that we are not forever. That life ends, and we have to seize it. And I also learned that I needed to take better care of my body. That's why I agreed when Jen, my wife and 10 years younger than me, told me that she had signed us both up at one of this big-ass gyms that are actually inside a mall.
We got there in January, about three months after my MI, with doctors orders to start light exercises to regain cardiovascular resistance. The coaches were all aware of my situation. This gym place had everything. All sorts of classes. Spinning, yoga, muay-thai, you name it. It also had a CrossFit box. For some reason, that was something Jen had been trying to experiment for a while now. I was prohibited due to my condition, so while I was on treadmills and low weights, Jen went, religiously, to the box.
I liked that idea. I knew that CrossFit women tended to be strong and, given the time, rather muscular. I never talked to Jen about my fetish, but the idea of having a wife that somehow became powerful and dominant was outstanding. I felt even happier when after the first three months Jen didn't quit, which I assumed she'd do. Instead, she started reading more about it, consuming more of the crossfit lifestyle, and applying it to our day, in our diet and habits, such as quit the drinking and going to bed early. She claimed that all of that was because of my health, but I could tell she was enjoying the idea of 'having a plan' in her life too.
By the time summer came, Jen's body had changed for the best. She had tighter abs, perkier behinds, and stronger legs. People complimented it sometimes, and I must admit I was loving her new body. I wanted to push her further, but I was afraid I'd expose my secret if I did. So I lived in conflict. I tried, nonverbally in our intimacy, make sure she knew I was loving how she looked. How I enjoyed the firmness of her body, the new lines and curves her more muscular body had. But I never had the guts to tell her 'flex it for me' or 'how much are you lifting?' or any of it. I was too embarrassed and afraid of what she might think.
Over the next months my health improved. I lost weight and added some resistance to my body. I now weighted about 150 pounds, which was great for my 5'9". Yeah, a bit skinny, but it was ok. I felt good with myself. Also, I learned a lot about CrossFit. Jen talked about it sometimes. Whenever she achieved something she called a PR on some stunt, which later I discovered meant 'personal record', she was radiant. I was dying to ask her more about it, to show me, but still, I was afraid she'd call me a creep.
Jen's body kept changing, and now those changes could also be seen on her upper body. Her shoulders widened and became rounder. Her back expanded, traps started to jump out of her neck. Jen talked to me about some 'in house' CrossFit games they were having at the box, and how she beat some of the younger girls. A few times I thought about telling how astonishing she looked, how I loved her muscular frame and how I thought it was sexy. Still, I was blocked. The better I could do was during sex caress Jen's extended arms, feel the hardness of her triceps, or run my hands through the lumps of her muscular back, or eventually lick my way down through the crevices of her new six pack. That was my was of telling her I loved all of that, but I couldn't come clean, at least with words. What if I told her, she looked at herself and started thinking she looked too muscular, or masculine? I didn't want to take that chance.
Jen however seemed to like the attention I gave to her body as well. Many times, as I caressed her abs, I could tell she was flexing them, making the muscles protrude and get harder. She did the same to her arms or even her chest. I swear that I was once playing with her nipples and I felt Jen flex her pecs to me. Or maybe I was dreaming that happened cause I wanted it so bad.
A couple times, late at night, I though about getting a measure tape and check out Jen's thigh and arms size. At 5'5", I had a feeling that she might have thicker limbs than I did.
It was June again. My heart attack was almost two years behind me, my tests were all great and I decided we deserved some celebration. After a week of preparation, I told Jen to pack cause we'd go to Hawaii next week. I just had to settle some stuff at work first. She was glowing. She always talked about Hawaii and I always told her 'someday, honey'. Well, someday had finally arrived.
The night before our trip I got home around 6pm, completely exhausted from work. I took off my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and sat on our bed to remove my shoes. My feet were killing me that day. I heard a sound coming from our bathroom and, a few seconds later, Jen's voice
"Is that you honey? Oh, thank God. I need your opinion on something"
I was still massaging my feet, hadn't even removed the socks, when I heard she walking out of the bathroom and stopping before me
"So, what do you think?"
I looked up and almost had another heart attack. Yeah, I saw my wife's body over the last months, but never in such revealing outfit. Jen stood before me, her hands on her hips, with a golden Brazilian bikini, so tight on her body, showcasing every attribute of her strong body, it looked like it was painted on her tanned skin. My eyes scanned her body, devouring her. From her thick neck, her traps larger than ever, to her coconut sized, fibered shoulders, running down to her thick arms and flared lats that stretched the bikini top's string. The valley between her pecs looked deep enough to hid my tongue on it. Jen's abs, now almost an eight-pack surrounded by small veins underneath it that ran into the bottom of the outfit. Finally, her quads, bulging absently, the muscles jumping out of her leg even when not fully flexed. Even her calves were pressing her skin, trying to burst it.
"Y-you... wow" was all I was able to answer, my dick pushing through my pants.
She giggled "You know, normally I wouldn't believe that. You'd say that just to make me feel good. But your jaw is still hanging opened and It's been a few minutes you are checking me out, so I'll take it" she took a little turn to show me her behind. Jen's ass was sheer power. I can swear I could even see some fibers on her butt, and her back was so wide it blocked my sight of the bathroom door. It was like I was in front of the ultimate Amazon of my dreams. And I was married to her.
"Seriously, babe... wow" I said again. Jen opened up a big smile, walking towards me and literally lifting me off the bed and hugging me. I felt air being squeezed out of me as if I was a balloon. Sharp pain on my ribcage started immediately
"Ouch, hon..." I managed to say
Jen put me down and I realized she had took me high enough off the ground, effortlessly.
"I'm sorry, hon... did I hurt you?"
I was astonished. Excited and, somehow, afraid. I didn't know what to say
"No, I'ts just... I..."
"Sometimes I forget" she interrupted me "That you are my soft little man"
"Hey!" I protested "I'm not little, I..."
"Well, no, nothing like that. I'm not saying you are small, babe, it's just..." she stared me in the eyes, searching for words, than noticed our unfinished luggage on the floor "let's say we were both being checked in on the counter. Who'd you think they'd label 'fragile'?"
That was a turning point. Jen was telling me she realized how much stronger and muscular she looked, she was, then me. And it seemed she was ok with it. Not only ok, she enjoyed it
"I..." again, I tried to say something
"It's ok, hon. I love that you are thin like you are. Ever since you had your MI, I feared I'd lose you. I know how much you worked to lose your weight, eat healthier. In a way, you getting... well... smaller, was the ultimate proof of love you had for me, for our family. I don't mind being the one who has to do the heavy lifting around here. In fact..." Jen slowly raised her arms and stroke a double bicep pose in front of me "I kind of like it"
My jaw dropped again. The tennis ball sized muscles that jumped out of her arms made me want to kiss and lick them
"And... I think you might like it too" she added, but I was just half listening right now. I couldn't focus on anything else
"So... do you?" she asked me, demanding the answer. This was it.
"I do" I finally was able to say
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Nice start! Like the premise and movement........can't wait to see how Hawaii goes and if he lets on to his fetish, maybe she will want to get bigger for him!!
Karma to you K+
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Bravo !!!
K+
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Great start and would like to read what happens in Hawai. Hope Jena gets bigger and show her strenght. K+
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This is my ultimate fantasy. Thank you for writing it…I love that she called him out and demanded an answer!
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Loving this start! Thank you for writing. Really looking forward to seeing how this one develops.
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Fantastic start! Can’t wait for more.
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I woke up the next morning feeling sore from all I've put my body through the last night, and yet, as happy as I've ever been. For the first time in my life I completely allowed myself to explore my desires in bed. I took my time exploring all Jen's body, every crevice, every muscle, visible, touchable. I felt how hard she could make each of them. I experienced first hand how powerful she was. How exhilarating it felt knowing that the same muscles could cause me adrenaline rushes of lust and also almost unbearable pain when, during oral sex, Jen started squeezing my head between her monumental thighs. When she lost control of the pressure she was applying, due to orgasms I provided her, I felt my head would be chopped off. The very idea that my wife possessed such power was exciting and almost indescribable.
Jen seemed to enjoy it too. She clearly was just in love with her body as I was. She calmly and (almost always) knowingly flexed the most various muscles for my - and her - pleasure. She allowed me to feel how solid and impenetrable her abs were, how thick and powerful her chest was now. How she made her own body this heavenly armor. And she clearly loved the attention I gave to it.
The mere remembering of last night's events made me open my eyes already feeling the stiffness inside my boxers. I thought about going at her, but right now I'd have no intention of cutting any interaction with her short, and that meant we'd be late for our flight. So before I even made my move, Jen made clear that I should wait. And I complied, very obedient.
After checking our baggage in, as we walked to our gate, I couldn't help but stay a few feet behind and admire her. Maybe for the untrained eye Jen was just a regular, fit woman. But my eyes were not untrained. I could see her traps pushing the collar of her basic white t-shirt, her lats stretching it more than they should. I could see the veins and tendons on her forearms. The shape of her legs. I almost could feel on the ground all the power they laid each time she stepped forward. I never felt so happy before in my life.
The plane took off and after about 30min both her and I were trying to concentrate on the screen which we had selected some sort of movie to watch. Absently, I started caressing Jen's right hand and forearm, at first not realizing really, but instantly becoming very aware I was following with my fingers each of the muscular sinews on that arm. From the corner of her eyes, Jen looked at me. She then gave me a little smile with the corner of her mouth and flexed her wrist, contracting her forearm while my hand was on it. Immediately every muscle on her arm expanded, pushing my hand. I shivered and started to grab that cord of powerful muscles, trying to budge them. Jen just smiled. She kept flexing and relaxing her forearm a few times, before taking my hand with her other and placing it under her armpit, in a way the palm of my hand was resting now on her relaxed bicep.
We looked at each other for a brief moment, and then Jen flexed her bicep, staring at me just to see my reaction. I trembled as I felt her mighty ball of muscle expanding inside my palm, her bicep oozing strength as I caressed it, grabbed it. Jen looked down at my pants and saw my evident erection
"You know, it's a good thing we're on business... I'm not sure we'd have space for him on coach" she giggled.
Jen then turned her body a little to me, picked the collar of her t-shirt with her left hand and pulled it down a few inches, just enough to expose her cleavage. She then proceeded to flex her pecs, first in rhythm, but after a while she just held it flexed and waited for the veins to engorge and the striations to show themselves.
"Oh God.." I moaned. My balls were hurting already.
Jen straightened herself on her seat, pulled her t-shirt now a little up, exposing the lower part of her brick wall. With her eyes, she invited me to put my hand on it, which I gladly did. She lowered her t-shirt back, with my hand inside, and flexed her abs. I felt her smooth, soft skin and the marble it had beneath it. It was like touching one of Michelangelo's statues, the perfection of each crevice, each little muscle. Jen could feel by my touch I was shivering with lust.
She then grabbed my hand from under her t-shirt and guided it to in between her legs, over her gym pants that she used to travel. I caressed her inner thighs, up and down, feeling how hard and shaped they were. I could hear Jen's breathing getting louder too, but I didn't care. Right now there was only me and her.
"They're like logs..." I whispered
"Well... make it rain on them" she ordered.
I ran my hand upwards to her womanhood and felt the moist even over her clothes. I gently started to caress it, in the way I knew she liked, and felt the vibrations on her legs, until finally she clasped them together, crushing my hands. I tried to pull it off, but it was useless
"You only get out when I tell you to" she whispered "Now carry on"
I kept massaging her perineum and running my fingers deep through the gaps I could feel of her pussy, now completely soaked
"Use your other hand and grab my bicep" she commanded. I obeyed promptly
Jen flexed her bicep as I caressed her. She then moved her arm over my chest, and then placed her hand on my neck, pushing my head down to her flexed bicep. I immediately started kissing it.
We kept like this for a few more seconds, before I felt another surge of wetness coming from her and she relaxed. We both straightened up before I commented
"You know, that's unfair" staring at my own, unsolved rigidity problem
Jen giggled "Don't worry. We'll take care of it in Hawaii" and pulling up her sleeve before giving me one last glimpse of her flexed bicep "Plus, I don't really believe you'd say it's unfair when you look at this, do you?"
I didn't know if she meant it in a bullying way or simply knowing that I worshiped that muscle, but even the doubt mad me happy that bicep belonged to her.
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:bravo:
Great story! Karma given!
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Great stuff so far! Looking forward to next installments!
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I love it! Definitely one of your best starts. Keep the magic going!
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Can’t wait for the next part! :)
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Very nice set up for Hawaii..........it will be interesting how far out he comes with his fetish to her and how much it fuels her moving forward, from Cross-fit to full on body-building! Can't wait for the next installment, karma to you, K++++
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After a connecting flight, landing, airport transfer and check in I was exhausted. It had been, give it or take, a 16h journey. I checked my watch and realized that it was almost 1am on our city, but still 7pm in Honolulu.
"Don't even think about going to bed, mister" Jen warned me when she saw me yawning right after we settled in our ocean view suite.
"But babe..."
"I don't want to hear it. You see, if we go to bed now, we won't adjust to the time zone. In fact, I read that one of the best ideas when you travel west is to find activities to remain awake and set your body clock straight asap"
I gave her a sexy look "I like how that sounds..." I said as I approached her and wrapped her around her waist. I was impressed how slim it was.
She giggled, but pushed me away decisively. It didn't go unnoticed how easy she did it
"Not what I was thinking. You see" she added as she opened her suitcase and picked up some gym clothes "I thought we could go to the hotel gym. It's been a long time since I worked with weights and since you are doing it on a regular basis, maybe you could show me around"
Although I was a bit disappointed with her rejection (and the fact that I was still 'waiting' for my reward after our little in flight game) I couldn't help but smile to the idea of finally watching my wife working her hot body out, so I agreed.
We changed clothes and found our way to the empty gym. Apparently, people on Hawaii didn't worry to much about keeping their fitness routine.
"So, what should we do now?" she asked me inquisitively
"First, warm up" I answered, pointing the treadmills.
We did a light warm up, me walking and Jen jogging. I knew she wouldn't push me to follow her considering my heart condition, but I couldn't help but feeling a bit intimidated by her. It was like Jen was saying from the get go she was in better shape than I was.
"Alright. So now what?"
"Well, usually we split the workouts in two or three, so we can focus on some muscle groups each day. What do you say we go for back, shoulders and biceps today?" I had clear intentions with this, and I really didn't care all that much that Jen knew about it.
"Sounds good to me. What first?" she asked as she took off her lose t-shirt and stood before me on her pink biker shorts and matching sports bra
"Well" I pointed to the closest machine "This can be used for lat pulldowns" I instructed her. "We can use different kinds of grips, more or less wide, supine or regular" I placed my hands on different places and ways on the bar, before adjusting the plaques to 80 pounds "But the premisse is the same. You pull the bar up and control the way back" and started doing a 10 rep set.
I got up and switched places with Jen, who mimicked my set with great technique. I stood behind her ready to make any corrections, but they were not needed, so I just admired my wife's lats expanding at each pull. She finished her set and let me sit back on the apparatus. I did a second set, this time with 90 pounds.
Jen took my place again and adjusted the weight. I gasped a little after she pulled the bar and the weight came up. I counted the plaques to 150 pounds as she did her set. Jen got up and felt a bit distracted, looking at the dumbbells. I tried to give a pull on the weight she had let the machine with, but struggled. She didn't seem to have noticed
"Come on now, honey. This is pretty much like a pull up and I do loads of those on my CrossFit. Let's work with these" she pointed at the dumbbells.
I made a mental notice of how she said 'loads of' pull ups. I wasn't sure I could do one of them.
"O... ok" I tried to sound cool "So.." I grabbed a pair of 10 pound dumbbells. "We can do some lateral raises. They are for your delts" I told her as I showed how to properly do the exercise.
I made mention to hand her the dumbbells, but Jen didn't bother. Instead, she picked up a pair of 20s from the rack and stood beside me
"So, together?" she asked, more like determining.
"Y-yeah.. sure"
We stood side by side doing the raises. I checked out in the mirror how absurd that image looked. My wife, shorter and yet clearly more muscular than me, doing the exact same exercise I was doing, with double the weight I was using. After the second set, I couldn't stop staring at her shoulders, and how the were getting pumped and thick by the extra blood flow on them. Jen, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at the bulge the extra blood flow was causing down on my shorts. She didn't say anything, but smiled.
We finished the exercise, but this time instead of waiting for me to show her anything, she picked up a pair of some huge dumbbells, I guess around 60 pounds each, and held them beside her body. She then started doing some sort of shrugs with her shoulders holding those immense weights
"This is good for the traps, right? I've seen some videos about it"
"Y-yes... yes, it is" I told her
At this point, I wasn't even trying to keep on working out with her. I just wanted to admire her muscles going to town, and she seemed pretty ok with having an spectator. She finished a 10 rep set and dropped the weight down, puffing from the effort.
"You know, I think I'll do more of those exercises when we get back home. From what I can tell, it is really good to add some volume to your traps" she spoke, staring at me, before placing her left hand on her right trap and adding "And I really love having a thick trap, you know? I love how they begin to jump out of my back and enlarge my neck after a nasty wod"
I was just mesmerized with her right now. Jen was talking freely of how she liked looking... well, big
"Do you like it too, babe?" she asked, as she grabbed the weights back and started a second set. Her traps were now bulging just like she described
"I... do" My balls were hurting with lust right now
"of course" she kept going "If I'm to have those big traps, I'll need to add some size to my shoulders as well. Cause big traps only go well with pumpkin shoulders, right?"
"R-right.... y-yeah, babe... that's... that's right..."
She finished her set and placed the dumbbells back on the rack. Jen placed her hands on her hips and admired her now fully pumped delts and traps. She looked huge.
She then turned to me, still holding her pose
"What do you think? Should I get them a little bigger?"
I gulped. Jen was already hourglass-shaped. The idea of her getting even bigger on her upper body almost made me cum inside my shorts. I was breathing heavily, and Jen giggled
"Boy, I bet that if I flexed my traps right now you might need a towel to clean that up, right?" she pointed at my bulging cock.
"P-please..." I wasn't sure if I was asking for her to stop or to go on. She understood the second option
"Babe... how I love that you are really into this new body of mine... cause..." she inhaled "I want to make it bigger" and she struck a most muscular pose.
Jen grunted as she held the pose and let her pecs, shoulders and traps fill up, the small veins starting to show themselves. I stared at the solidness of each muscle on my wife's body with desire, with lust. She started shaking from the effort and so did I. Finally, Jen spoke up again
"Look how big and strong I'm getting, honey... look what a powerhouse of a wife you got"
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This is so hot! :bravo:
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This is incredible! I like this storyline and think it'd be really cool to explore their dynamic more with respect to the husband's shame/secrecy of his fetish.
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Feels like you plucked this story right out of my fantasies! Just fantastic, is all!
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:wow:
This story is amazingly, incredibly, hot. Can't wait to read more!!
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K+
:singing: Great story so far……
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Another work of genius! Keep going :clap:
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Yes! I can't wait for the Hotel!
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The master is at it again :bravo:
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More, please!
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Hot. Very well written. Tender exploration of the power exchange and a very plausible and realistic premise.
I’m looking forward to seeing this couple explore where this takes them.
Thank you and keep at it! It really is appreciated .
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Great story and I hope for more.
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Is this story still ongoing?
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Please! You have got to finish this story. This is one of THE biggest fantasies among folks on this site. Don't leave us hanging. K+!
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more please love it so far
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Great story so far! Keep it rolling! K+
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I really enjoy the tender and more loving or willing domination stories. Thanks for sharing.
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This one is so spot on, keep it up!!