The Secret

[ArkhamAsylum]

Great work. I wonder what will happen next, now that the secret isn't a secret anymore.

[ArkhamAsylum]

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[taoschild]

Great work. I wonder what will happen next, now that the secret isn't a secret anymore.

Well, it's only known by his wife - It's still a secret, at least on paper, from everyone else (pretty much the story of my life - my wife knows but nobody else).

[Wookey]

It took me a long while to tell my partner. Was afraid. Now she loves posing her muscles and doing PBS at gym.

[taoschild]

I hear you Wookey...
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For months we slept in different beds and though we were cordial toward each other, our relationship marched into the land of platonic - otherwise known as 'friendzone.' There was still love and history between the two of us, but anything beyond a kiss on the cheek sexually was patently off-limits.

Finding myself in the penalty box I initially punished myself once again by giving up any interaction with muscular women. Sure, that was impossible with Felicity around, but the internet searches came to a crashing halt and I became nearly religious about avoiding masturbation as well. I gave into the narrative my brain had been telling me about my secret for so long: you're different, you're a pervert, you're a deviant.

It's not like it was easy, especially with Felicity rolling into work every day after her workout her clothes soaked through with sweat sticking to every striation. My cock would harden at the sight of her no matter how I tried to divert my attention. It wasn't long before I crumbled and resumed her shoulder massages. Soon, it was her I visualized each night as my hand found my cock until I unleashed.

Still, I tried hard with Mary. I encouraged her to find hobbies after the kids had moved out and supported her needs financially. Religiously, I bought her roses, made breakfast for her every morning, and we still spoke lovingly but any sexual advance was rejected. She did workout daily and put on some muscle, but I never got to touch her other than when I gave her a hug goodbye on my way to work. She had hardened for sure, as if to tease me, but I was no longer allowed to stroke her fit body in any way remotely sexual.

It wasn't ideal, but between the two women, I had most of what I wanted. A new status quo was established with Felicity feeding my sexual fantasies at work and Mary giving me the friendship, love, and support I needed at home. I backed both of them financially -- Felicity garnering continual raises to feed her workout needs and Mary for her time in the gym, hobbies, and classes --  and each of them seemed to be thriving in their own way as well. It remained that way until the two of them met for the first time.

I arrived home on a hot summer day to a sight that made me blink twice before I accepted what my eyes were telling me. Sitting on the banquette in the kitchen was my wife having tea with Felicity. Gingerly, I closed the door trying to get a feel for their conversation before I ventured in. Both of the women I knew held all the cards. I was entirely at their mercy. The conversation seemed jovial filled with hearty laughter which was somehow both disconcerting and reassuring.

At least Mary wasn't giggling which suggested that Felicity hadn't discussed our borderline cheating shoulder massages, but the fact they were already so chummy meant they might have been talking for a while. Finally, I ventured in, holding a dozen roses for Mary.

"Well this is a surprise," I started, trying to start on an even keel and hide my fears. My heart galloped in my chest and my breath ran abnormally fast, but for the most part, I played it cool.

[Japagreipe]

So, the ladies in his life finally meet. Maybe the wife will be taken under Felicity's wing and become a beast.

[taoschild]

Truly an inflection point - yes.  There are a lot of ways I could take the story at this point 

[taoschild]

"I didn't get a chance to drop the Kinney billings off with you before you left so I just figured I'd drop them here," she said motioning to the files on the table in front of her.

"Oh, you didn't have to." Really you didn't.

"Nonsense, I'll do what I have to for the team. I nodded and tried to draw my eyes away from her so as not to offend Mary. Felicity seemed to not want to participate, doing all she could to draw them back. It was like she was in a contest with my wife for attention and unfortunately she was the lioness and Mary the house cat.  What made it impossible for me to look away, is that it was the first time I'd seen Felicity in an evening gown. The effect was enchanting and erotic.

The shimmering, silky, emerald dress hugged her frame showing every curve in a different light almost caressing the complex contours of her physique.  It scooped low at her chest to highlight her muscular pectorals as she moved as if challenging me to steal a glance of her nipples. Throwing caution to the wind, or perhaps never knowing the meaning of the word, Felicity wore no bra.  Her firm, pointy nipples pressed hard against the dress like it was a frigid winter evening rather than the steamy hot day.

The pencil-thin straps pinched against at the base of her sloping traps and bulging deltoids and then cut daringly in the back down to her sacrum, prominently exposing the flare of her lats and the beautiful contours of the symmetrical muscles along her spine.  I longed to explore them thoroughly, caressing her mighty back muscles with the fingers before squeezing the great flare of her lats.

"You're all dressed up," I gulped, stating the obvious so I could drink her in a little bit longer.

"First date," she responded, "I've got to look nice." You needn't worry. It would be impossible for you not to look stunning.

Her strapping physique forced the garment to gently hug her lower abdomen and cling to the ridges of her abdominals, giving brief but tantalizing hints at what little remained for imagination in her great physique beneath.  The dress's short hem could have stopped traffic. It remained perilously high on her thighs, exposing the glory of her mighty, thick, striated quadriceps and leg biceps. As much as I strained to look away, I knew that when she arose from sitting I would study every movement hoping her dress would fetch and I could catch a brief glance of her fabulous glutes.  You're hopeless fawning over this woman even in your wife's presence...

She wore black, high-heeled Dr. Martens, which caused each of her calves to bunch into a magnificently tight and complex mass of musculature below her thin knees caps. It was like she was exposing both her raw power and her beautiful elegance all in one package -- one that I couldn't resist. Open it for me.

[taoschild]

Okay... I'd never cheat in my own life but this story seems built for him to do so.. should I go that route?

[jhunter]

Do you mean cheat on wife and not life? Well it depends on the outcome or endgame of the story. A revenge story, a love story that overcomes hardship, or?

[Sounder9-]

Okay... I'd never cheat in my own life but this story seems built for him to do so.. should I go that route?

Overall I think no. For the most part during the entire story he could have done so numerous times. He could have created a plan that would have him do the deed after work
or during "training" at the gym. Instead its been mostly abstaining followed by dropping hints to his wife. In a way I think its more as jhunter mentioned to do more a love story
that overcomes hardship, the hardship in question being his affliction to female muscle.

[ArkhamAsylum]

I agree with Sounder9, this story seems more about the protagonist's secret desire for female muscle and how it affects his relationship with his wife, which is a more romantic story. Felicity can still be a very interesting cataclyst/foil, but I don't think that the protagonist cheating on his wife is necessary for the development of this story. Maybe Mary THINKS her husband is cheating on her, which causes her to start working out and growing as well, in an effort to win him back. But she eventually discovers that her husband has stayed faithful to her, and since she now has taken a liking to her new muscular self, she wants to continue growing, for both their enjoyment. Felicity can be a very interesting foil/rival for Mary.

[frumpygoat]

I agree. No cheating. His wife should make it so compelling not to cheat by virtue of her transformation, both physically and amorously.

[hatour]

I finally got around to reading this. Very well done. I can't wait to see how you proceed.

[taoschild]

I've decided to include the story in a short story archive that I'm going to release fairly soon so I'll leave you hanging until then (but I'll include one more drop prior to the release.  Thank you everyone for your suggestions.