My wife and I had been married for just shy of 2 years. There wasn’t much in the way of athleticism in our marriage. I guess being mid 30’s, our youthful exuberance had long gone. It wasn’t like we had never been fit. Way before we met, back as teens, both of us had been sporty. I played semi professional soccer, so had a decent set of legs; my wife had been into field hockey, so ditto.
I had seen some photos from back then, and she looked pretty fit, I mean she wasn’t fat now, but had a softer feel to her.
I had just got in from playing squash and said that I might sign up at the local gym to improve my fitness levels. My wife laughed;
“Ha, you and the gym, not likely”
I was puzzled by this outburst;
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked
She laughed again;
“Well, you are hardly Rambo are you”
I resented that comment. Sure, I was pretty thin, but had decent toned muscle mass and was anything but a wimp.
“Oh, you are one to comment, you’re the wimp in this family” I joked
“Whatever hon” was the response.
I couldn’t have my wife thinking bad of me, so I put my arm on the breakfast bar and challenged her to an arm wrestle.
She refused;
“No, of course you would win, but if I trained properly, I would get much stronger than you” she said.
I burst out laughing, her face was deadly serious.
“Laugh all you like, you know it is true” she sniped.
“Right, how about we put it to the test, we both go to the gym and train, then in say6 months, we can see who has improved the most” I suggested.
She chuckled,
“Forget 6 months, I say 3. We both train, but there can be no play fighting, no touching of muscles in between, we keep it secret. Then in 3 months, we see what has happened.”
I smiled, “Deal”, we shook hands and I squeezed hers until she shouted ‘Ouch’.
So there it was, the challenge had been laid down. We were both now attending the same gym, but at different times of the day. After 5 weeks, I was starting to look a little firmer. I was happy. Although I hadn’t seen my wife flex or anything, she looked little different. I was winning. My strength was also improving, I had added 10lbs to my bench press and was lifting well.
2 weeks on came a shock discovery. I was cleaning in the kitchen and came across a huge bucket of whey protein.
“What is this” I shouted down the hallway.
“Erm, protein” she yelled back.
I laughed. She could eat as much of this shit as she wanted, she wasn’t growing, I had nothing to fear.
8 weeks had now passed. My gains had slowed but I could see a difference from the slim guy who stood in front of the full length gym mirror 2 month previous. We sat munching breakfast, and she reached over for the cereal. This was the first time I had seen her arms in 8 weeks, having ensured that even her nightwear had long sleeves. I glanced and thought I saw a bicep. I looked back, it had gone. I laughed, I was seeing things.
“So, how is the training going?” I asked
“Really well thanks, you?” she replied
“Yep, getting some muscle hon, and getting strong” I told her
“Well done babe, looks like you might win the bet then” she admitted
“Aw never mind, I am a guy, it was obvious” I added
She smiled; she looked like she was admitting defeat. She kissed me and left for work.
I knew the exact date of the 3-month challenge and today was it. She had just walked in through to door, fresh from the gym.
“Good news babe, you can quit the gym now, the time is up, you ready for the challenge” I asked
“Oh go on then, let’s get it over with” she sighed
I took off my top so that I stood before her in just my shorts. I tensed my calf, then quads. I poor effort at a 6 pack and then a double bicep. My bicep was my pride and joy. It was 13 inches now, up over half an inch in the 3 months. Not bad definition either and fairy hard.
“What do you think, feel it babe, it’s hard” I informed
She obliged and made a comment that it was a good muscle.
“So, ready to arm wrestle now then?” I asked as I put my arm back on the breakfast bar.
“Oh, you don’t want to see my muscles first?” she asked.
“Well if you want but is there any point? I scoffed
She took off her tracksuit top. Her arms were exactly the same as before. Pretty big size wise but not a hint of a muscle. I laughed.
She lifted her arm up to the side.
“Ready” she said
I nodded with a grin on my face, expecting the huge vast amount of nothing that was there 3 months ago.
She moved into the flex in a rapid motion and my jaw dropped, literally. From the soft looking arm popped up a bicep, a HUGE fucking bicep.
“So have I improved at all?” she grinned
I was gobsmacked; in 3 months she had built, well a muscle, a rock hard, defined muscle.
I reached over and tried to dent it. Not a chance, it was as hard as it was big. It must have been 13 inches, same as mine, but way better and harder.
“Go on, do yours again” she said
I felt stupid. I had been talking down to her, making out that my new muscles were all that, but she had just blown me away.
I flexed as requested and put my arm by hers. They were not even close. Mine suddenly looked pathetic. All my gains were now insignificant. She tensed harder, and the bicep seemed to swell even more. It wasn’t just the impressive size, but it was defined, like a baseball, and had several veins running across the peak, which emphasised the size all the more.
“So, you were saying that we should do this arm wrestle” she scoffed
I could hardly back down so we locked hands across the breakfast bar. Maybe the muscle looked good but wasn’t so strong, I had heard about that happening before. As we took the strain, the soft arm shot to life once more.
“Go” she yelled and I started tugging away at her arm, but it wouldn’t budge. She had a huge smile across her face as if to say that I had no hope of winning. She was right.
She started to push back. I was now going backwards and my efforts were avoiding defeat instead of trying to win. Maybe she would get tired, yeah right.
I had lasted a mere 30 seconds and was slammed hard to the wooden surface.
“Damn” I shouted
She laughed and did a right bicep flex once more.
“How the hell have you managed this?” I quizzed
She spilt the beans, she had been going to the gym 2 times a day, eating protein by the bucketload, and then she revealed that before we met she had once got real muscly so knew she had the potential.
I had no choice; I agreed that her biceps were superior. We shook hands, this time it was her squeeze that had me shouting ‘Ouch’.
I turned to walk off but she held onto my hand.
“The challenge wasn’t just about arm wrestling” she said with menace, “I need to kick your butt”
I laughed, but stopped when I realised she was deadly serious.
I tried to pull my hand away but instead she dragged me closer. Her rock hard bicep was popping out again as she grabbed me in a headlock and dragged me into the lounge.
“Come on then, take me down,” she challenged
“I ain’t fighting you, I will hurt you,” I said
She pushed me hard in the chest causing me to stumble backwards. I had no choice but to put her down. I grabbed on to her arms and felt those incredible biceps swell in my hands once more.
I tried to tip her, but she stood like an oak tree, solid and uncompromising. When she had seen enough of my feeble efforts it was her turn. She wrapped her arms around my waist and she lifted me off the floor. I was 165lbs, but she was lifting me without effort.
I tried to break her hold, but everytime, the hold would tighten and my breath was cut short.
She let me go, and my legs failed me and I hit the floor. I looked up and could now see the full scope of her muscle development. The biceps were only the tip of the iceberg. Her calves must have added an inch, her quads had always been big, but again, they had definition to them now. Her abs were perhaps the most obvious. A 4 pack now sat where a belly had before. How was this possible in 3 short months?
I tried to get up, I put my hand on her thighs to help, but as I did she tensed her leg and the leg turned to steel in my hands.
“I am proud of my legs” she said, “ready to see how strong they are”
I shook my head, but quick as a flash, she had me pinned on my back, my arms pinned above my head and her legs in a grapevine around my left leg.
“Power on” she shouted as she began to squeeze. She had done this before in bed and it was a tight grip but never painful. This time, I was in agony.
“Arghhhhhhh” I yelled. I was pinned fast; I couldn’t even begin to wriggle free.
She did this several more times for good measure, each time I yelled in pain, I honestly feared that my leg might snap in the vice.
She let me go.
“So I guess I win?” she laughed
I nodded
“Some on then, give me a hug” she gestured, arms wide open.
I did as requested, putting my head on her breasts.
She gave me a tight but nice hug.
Then I found my head bobbing up and down. I realised it was her pecs bouncing.
“Pecs too?” I asked
“Of course babe” she replied. I lifted my head and watched her pecs bounce as her tits went to muscle then back again as she relaxed. I touched them, they were huge.
“Benching 160lbs kinda does that” she joked
160!!!!! I thought I was doing well at 130.
She had passed me in terms of strength and muscle. I had a feeling that we were entering a new phase in the relationship. Could I handle it? I guess I didn’t have any say in the matter.