Chapter 10
After the last event, nothing seemed to change. I expected my wife to brag and challenge me to some silly contest. She hinted at wanting something, but nothing came of it. We just returned to our routine. From my perspective, it was a bit of a win. Despite having the upper hand and an element of surprise, I lost to Elen's legs. The key takeaway was to steer clear of them, and I should be fine.
Things continued peacefully for about a week. One evening, I was deeply engrossed in a console game, relaxing on the sofa in our living room while my wife was putting the kids to sleep. I didn't notice when Elen laid down next to me and rested her legs on my thighs. I assumed she'd read a book or something and continued playing. But when my hands with the controller kept getting pushed up, I realized it wasn't a coincidence. After this happened ten or more times, it was clear I couldn't continue without addressing it. And there she was, smiling at me.
I had mixed feelings. She was provoking me, expecting a response, and as the man of the house, I felt I should do something. But I also needed to avoid her legs at any cost. So, I took a half measure: I continued playing while leaning on her legs to push them down with my weight. I had leverage on my side, but pure strength is better. Elen barely lifted her legs before I pushed them back, but after a few reps, it was clear that to keep them down, I'd have to use my arms. My plan was to move her legs off me or under me quickly. However, when I grabbed her legs, I felt her big, hard calf muscles. Despite my regular running, Elen's calves were much bigger and defined.
During my hesitation, Elen moved closer, nullifying my leverage. It was becoming a contest of my hands versus her legs, which I wanted to avoid. I needed to think of a way to escape without losing face. Without realizing it, I was still feeling her calves. Elen waited for me to act, but I just kissed her muscle and stood up, leaving her dumbfounded. She didn't expect that from me, and neither did I.
In the following days, we didn't mention the incident. However, there was a shift in our personal life. I realized I enjoyed her muscles and wasn't shy about it, while Elen became more comfortable showing off her toned, muscular legs. After a week, she became more physical. She didn't attack or wrestle me, but she wasn't afraid to show her strength.
One day, while browsing my phone, I felt my knees pressed together. Elen had placed her chair near me and pressed my legs with hers. I hoped she'd get bored, but she increased the pressure until it hurt slightly, signaling me to act. I tried to pry my legs apart with all my strength, even using my arms, but they didn't move. In the end, I had to ask her to relax her hold so I could break free.
Another time, I was heading to the bathroom when I was suddenly lifted and carried away. Before I could react, Elen ran to the bathroom, leaving me in the corridor, trying to comprehend what just happened. It was a little worrying that she could sneak up on me and carry me, but I could probably do the same to her, so it was fine. These small events continued, with Elen lifting me being her favorite, and I enjoyed it too, so I never told her to stop.
The best part was our improved sex life. It was good before, but with her muscles and confidence, it was much better. I wasn't shy about exploring her body, and she wasn't shy about showing it. One night, we were in bed, kissing passionately, my hands all over her abs and legs, but I couldn't pry her legs apart. Seeing my attempts made her giggle.
"Looks like you can't force yourself in even if you try," she said, cockiness in her voice.
"I can if I try harder," I replied, probably not thinking with my brain.
"Let's see you try. We can set an alarm for 15 minutes. You don't have to finish, just entering counts as a win for you. Your time starts now." She started the clock.
I began working immediately, focusing on removing the lock she made with her ankles. After a few minutes with no progress, I felt some give. It was a glimmer of hope, so I put everything into it. I managed to move her ankles apart and squeeze in, but when I was almost there, she increased the pressure on my ribs. It became unbearable, and I slipped away, catching my breath as the alarm rang, proclaiming her victory.
"I knew you didn't stand a chance against my legs," she said, flexing her defined quads and calves.
"It's just much harder to force yourself in than defend," I said, unable to accept defeat gracefully.
"If you're so sure, why don't we bet something to ensure you try your hardest?"
"Bet on what? You don't have the right tool for that," I said, unsure of her plan.
"Yes, we don't, so maybe we can buy one. But for today, I'll make you come in under 10 minutes even if you try to stop me. If I win, I get a personal coach at the gym because I still don't know what I'm doing there."
"Okay, with conditions: no squeezing with your legs and no handjob."
"Afraid of my legs, good to know. And no handjob, I want to enjoy this too." She started the clock.
I hoped for a rest, but Elen was already forcing me on my back. I wanted to roll over, but she succeeded in sitting on top of me, her legs stopping all my attempts. Our struggle moved to hands, and although I was stronger, she had leverage and stamina. I was too tired after the previous struggle, and soon she pinned me down. I hoped to squirm and struggle until time ran out, but the more I struggled, the more she moved my legs into position. I accepted my fate, and Elen gently rubbed me until I was fully aroused. She mounted me, and we both reached orgasm before the alarm rang.
Elen kissed me on the nose and said she loved me, leaving me on the bed with my thoughts.