When Karen and I decided to take a last minute vacation up north to a cottage we pictured skiing, skating, and of course some romance. What we didn't do, in our rush, is check the weather and, lo and behold, we woke up after the first night to find out that we were completely snowed in. The snow had come down like an avalanche and we could barely get the front door to the place open, let alone go anywhere. Karen looked back at me with a smile and said, "I guess we're stuck here for a few days. We'll have to think of something do" she said with a wink.
Karen and I were teenage sweethearts who had been married in our twenties and now, in our late thirties, were best friends and a strong couple. I looked at my wife with admiration and desire: she was about an inch shorter than me with nice sized D breasts, shoulder length black hair, and a fit body. She had taken to working out in her 30s and recently had almost become addicted to it. Whereas I was more bookish and reserved, Karen had jumped into a workout routine headfirst and was in cardio class twice a week and weight lifting three times a week. The effects were noticeable as her body had gone from slim and attractive to fit and toned. She was always curvaceous but now those curves were strong and pronounced. I would occasionally be blown by just how sexy my wife had become.
It was the middle of the afternoon on our first full day there when she announced that she was going to do a pre-recorded workout sessions in the spare bedroom. I was happily reading so just shouted "Sounds good." I was lost in my book when I heard the sound of something pounding against the floor, something heavy. I decided to investigate.
When I got to the spare room, I was surprised by the image in front of me. I had seen Karen naked recently, of course, but I had never been to the gym with her, so I had never really seen her working out and hadn't realized just how strong she had gotten. When I'd seen her recently she was relaxed and so I hadn't understood the muscles she was developing.
She was in tight yoga pants and a black tank top and was swinging a kettle bell up above her head and back down to the ground, again and again. I couldn't see the weight of the kettle bell but it looked quite heavy. With each thrust and swing I could see her calve muscles flexing in her pants, her triceps and forearm muscles popping and her shoulder muscles looking thick and strong. She looked intense, focused and strong. Her breasts swung with each lunge and her round ass stuck out -- looking at her was a combination of feminine curvaceousness, muscles and strength. I knew she was looking good these days, but I had no idea she looked like this... she was a goddess!
The noise was coming from the kettle bell as she landed it on the ground after each lunge. It was very heavy and I was sure I would have needed two hands to lift it, if I could have lifted it at all. My eyes moved from the weight to her body and traced the contours of her muscle -- how had I failed to realize that she had gotten so strong and looked so good? I knew she was tightening up her body but this was just amazing. I was awestruck by her strength.
I must have been standing there for a second with wide eyes and my mouth slightly open because as she finished her rep she turned her head towards me and gave me a smile. "Like what you see?"
That snapped me out of my trance and I stammered, "Oh,... sorry... I just wondered what the noise was?"
"Just the kettlebell... 50 lbs... I think you liked seeing me work out though" she said and looked down. I didn't even realize I had half an erection from staring at her.
"Hold that thought for a minute until I finish up, big guy" and she returned to lunging with the kettle bell. Once again I took in the combination of her thick muscles and sexy body before turning back to the living room.
I tried to go back to my book but all I could think about was my wife's powerful body. She didn't have huge bodybuilder muscles, but the tight body of a fitness model -- she was an extremely hot woman with a layer of muscle atop her female curves making her look all the more enticing. As I tried to read I looked at my own weak biceps, soft stomach, and thin legs and realized that she was more than a little bit stronger than me. I had to admit, it turned me on as I thought about fucking Karen, touching her biceps, feeling her abs, licking her thighs. I was getting hard again.
Her voice snapped me out of my dream,
"Hey babe, I'm done, could you help me with something?" she shouted from the next room.
"Sure babe."
I replied, folding the page in my book and walking in her direction.
As I entered the room, I found Karen standing there naked, her workout clothes in a pile at her feet next to the weight. She had a devilish grin on her face as she looked me up and down. Her body was tight with muscle and she had a sheen of sweat all over. Her breasts were large and stood proud against her body and my eyes went wide with surprise and desire as I took her in. Her muscles looked thick and pumped and she was breathing heavily as she stared at me.
Before I could even say anything, she was on me. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth as she grabbed my ass firmly. Her hands slid down to my waist, making me shiver with pleasure. My half hardon was fully erect by now and pressing against her.
With surprising agility for someone who had just finished a grueling workout, she unbuckled my belt and began to undo the button on my pants. She slid them down with my boxers in one swift motion, releasing my erection that had been growing since I saw her exercising. She took a moment before wrapping her hand around it and stroking me gently.
"You like my muscles... Let's go shower together," she whispered in my ear, and then gently bit the bottom of my earlobe before she lead me into the bathroom.
She turned on the spray and I followed her into the shower, staring at her full, round ass, and my mind blank with desire, The warm water cascaded over our bodies as we stepped into the shower. She turned to face me, pressing her body against mine, her nipples hardening from the cold and then immediately softening from the heat of the shower. We were about the same height but I could feel the thickness of her body against mine -- she was strong and I was weak and I felt a strange arousal at this realization. She slid one of her warm, strong thighs between my legs and pushed it gently against my balls. My cock responded to the feeling of her thick, powerful leg pushing my legs open. She kissed me again, more forcefully this time.
Karen stepped away and bent over before standing back with a bar of soap in her hand. She handed it to me and said, "Wash me, baby" with a knowing smile. I began to lather her up, starting with her shoulders and working my way down her arms. As I washed her biceps, I couldn't help but knead the firm muscles beneath my soapy hands. They were tight and powerful, a testament to her dedication and power. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh as I moved down to her forearms, feeling the strength in her grip when she grabbed my wrists. I kissed the inside of her elbows and continued to her abs, tracing her taut ab muscles with my fingers, feeling the firmness of her core. I couldn't help but get lost in the feel of her abs, the way they felt like steel under my fingertips. I cupped her breasts gently, washing them with tender strokes before moving down to her stomach.
I sunk to my knees as I washed her lower body. My hands moved down to her legs, her quads rippling as she slightly parted her thighs. I washed her calves, feeling the power in her muscles as she flexed them. It was like every part of her body was a sculpted masterpiece, and I was eager to explore and worship it all.
Her voice was low and sultry when she spoke, "Worship them," she said, nodding to her muscles. "They're yours to adore."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I kissed and licked her muscular legs, feeling the power and warmth as I went. She placed her hand on the back of my head and guided my tongue as I licked and worshipped her strong body.
I thought she wanted me to lick her pussy but she soon turned off the shower. I looked up at her and she said, "Please get a towel and dry me off." I followed her command, reached for a towel and began to dry her body. By now I had a raging hard erection and was enamored by her strength. "That's it, babe. Dry me all over. Feel my powerful body." I ran the towel along her strong legs, her hard ass, her abs and her breasts. I knelt at her feel and dried them and then she said, "Good boy. Now dry yourself."
I started to stand up but she said, "No, do it there. At my feet. Where you belong."
Her voice was sexy and sultry and I could see from her engorged nipples that she was enjoying being in command. I had to admit, it was turning me on too.
I did as she instructed and dried myself at her feet like a servant. "Is that good, Karen?"
"Miss Karen."
"Is that good, Miss Karen?"
"Yes, little one. Now stand up."
I did so and she kissed me forcefully on the mouth.
Suddenly, with a burst of strength, Karen bent down and hoisted me up onto her shoulder. I yelped in surprise, grabbing onto her back with my hands. My dick was pressing against her shoulder and I could see her powerful back layered with muscles. I knew she was strong but I didn't realize she was this powerful. Walking towards the bedroom she said, "You see how strong I've gotten? I'm so powerful now, aren't I?"
"Yes," I said.
"Do you want me to fuck you, baby?"
"Yes."
