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I was half-asleep in bed when Joanne came home. She’d been at the gym again and was there late. It wasn’t totally unusual for me to fall asleep at 10pm or for her to be out that late — it was happening more and more recently. I must have been dreaming because it was dark and when I felt her warm body climb into her side of the bed and rustle the mattress. “Hey,” I mumbled from the darkness of sleep.
“Oh, hi, sweetie. Sorry to wake you.”
“It’s OK,” I reached out to stroke her arm in comfort and felt her solid bicep. She had been going to the gym more and more and the changes were becoming more apparent. What had begun as aerobics and yoga had turned into weightlifting and intense training — I could see the differences in her body. Just that morning, as she climbed out of the shower, I noticed new definition in her abs and thickness in her thighs that were never there before. We were both in our mid-40s and she was in excellent shape. Her breasts had always been large, round Ds and on her new muscular body they had a new perkiness that made them look even better, more pronounced. Her short blonde hair accentuated her defined shoulders and thick neck. We were the same height but her body looked firm, taut and athletic. Her arms had real definition and I was suddenly struck by just how strong and imposing she was looking.
I remembered that morning thinking that she was definitely stronger than me, probably by a lot. I hadn’t followed her enthusiasm for the gym and had put on some weight. I worked hard at my job all day but that was at a computer and I rarely had the energy to work our afterwards. In short, I was feeling lethargic and a little soft. That morning the difference between us became all the more apparent — where I was getting rounder, softer, and a little weaker, she was getting firmer and stronger. When had she transformed from young wife, a nice looking girl with large breasts and a regular body, to this athletic, fierce looking woman? It was becoming clear to me that she was thicker, stronger, and far more powerful than me.
From the darkness of the bedroom all of these images came together. I pictured her under the covers in her pyjamas, her arms swollen after working out so intensely, her firm thighs and round ass. I got a little aroused at the image of her in my mind and felt my dick come to life. There was something hot about just how much she had changed in the past few months: after she turned 40 she took to the gym and became far more forceful in her personality, her desires, everything she wanted. She was like a new person and I liked it. Her new strength and assertiveness was intoxicating.
I was lost in a haze of fantasy and dreaming and didn’t realize that I had left my hand on her bicep until she said, “You like that?” and flexed it firmly. Her bicep swelled in my hand and I was totally amazed at just how large it was: like a hard baseball exploding from her arms. That shook me out of my dream completely.
“Wow, Joanne!” I said as I squeezed her arm. It was rock solid and I could feel the weakness in my grip compared to her muscles. My hand was positively dainty and my fingers slender compared to the power of her muscle. I couldn’t see anything, just feel it but it felt like her muscle was absolutely massive.
I heard her sit up in the darkness and say, “give me your other hand.” I reached out to her and felt her hands join with my mine. She placed either hand on her two biceps and flexed them both. They were incredible: large, powerful, and big, filling my grip and easily exceeding it. In the darkness I pictured her strength: two large biceps exploding from her shirt. “Wow, you’re incredible” I said in a whispered voice that expressed how turned on I was.
I Bayan Escort heard her move towards me and suddenly we were close to one another. She moved one of my hands from her bicep onto her tit and I began to manipulate her nipple. She leaned in and kissed me and, with her free arm, cradled my back in her strong arms. I leaned into it and felt like I was swooning in her strong embrace. In a matter of moments I was rock hard as I hung in the embrace of her strong arms. She leaned over me with a large breast hanging down. I took it in my mouth and began to suck in silence. I was rock hard and she laid me on my back before I felt her mount my totally erect cock. She bounced on my cock and I could feel the strength in her thrusts.
“You like that, Steve? You like how strong I am?”
I moaned and said “Fuck yes” but she persisted. “Tell me, Steve. Tell me how you like it.”
“You’re… you’re so strong. So hot.”
“I’m stronger than you, you know.”
I didn’t reply and she stopped her thrusts, holding me on the edge.
“Do you disagree, Steve?”
I was panting heavily, waiting to be fucked again. There was no point in arguing.
“No, Joanne. You’re stronger than me.”
She slowly began to ride my cock again; it was wet with her juices.
“You felt my biceps? They’re huge, Steve. Much bigger than yours.” She let that image hang in my mind before continuing. “I’m much stronger, right Steve?”
“Yes, Joanne, much stronger.”
She was pounding my cock now. “My muscles turn you on, don’t they? You like me to be stronger than you.”
“Yes, Joanne. I love your muscles. You’re so strong. Please fuck me with your strength.”
“I will, Steve.” She said with lust and desire in her voice.
With that she raised my two legs in the air, forcing me into the submissive half of the amazon position, and started fucking me as if I were a girl. This was amazing — we’d never done this before. Somehow, with her strength and flexibility, she fucked me as if she had a cock, rolling her hips and slamming her pussy into me. My cock was stiff but bent into her and trapped and my legs were in the air while she wrapped her hands around my ankles. I could feel the strength in her body, in her grip, and in her thrusts.
“You want me to stop Steve? Or do you like me to fuck you like a girl?”
I just moaned in response to her thrusts.
“Cum for me Steve… cum baby…” she growled in a guttural voice.
As she said it, we both came in unison. My cock exploded with desire and lust and I came more ferociously than I ever have before.
We were both coated in sweat when she rolled off of me.
“Wow…” I said, and she said, “That was amazing, baby.”
We kissed and lay back down together and fell asleep in the haze of sex.
The next morning I woke up and she was already in the bathroom brushing her teeth. I came into the bathroom and noticed, again, the strength in her body. Her abs were chiselled and she even had muscles at the side of her strong core. She looked positively cut. She smiled at me and flexed her bicep while raising her eyebrow. Somehow, incredibly, it was even larger than I’d imagined: like a swollen baseball or orange — her new muscles were incredible.
She spit out her toothpaste and went back to the bedroom. After a few minutes I joined her and watched as she got dressed into her yoga pants and t-shirt. She looked at me and sat down on the bed.
“Honey, can we talk for a minute?”
“Sure babe.”
I sat next to her and she smiled at me but I could tell there was something she needed to say. I braced myself.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about and it’s… it’s not easy.” She Escort looked down at the bed and then back at me.
“What is it? You can tell me.” I was worried — was she cheating, did she want to leave me? A million thoughts flew through my mind.
“Well, you obviously know I’ve been working out a lot recently. Getting stronger. I like it.” She looked at me with a smile and said, “I think you do too” and winked.
I was a little embarrassed but still smiled, “Yeah, babe, I do.”
“Well, it’s kinda awoken something in me. Something that makes me realize, I want to change, I like being stronger.”
She continued: “You remember how I was when I was younger? A little girly, always seeking direction from you, always following what you said… I kinda feel embarrassed about that now. I don’t want to be like that again, dependent, submissive.”
“I understand, honey. You don’t need to be. I like the new you.”
She smiled, “I’m glad. But there’s more…”
“I don’t know how to say this but, well… I’m considering transitioning.”
I was totally speechless. Transitioning? Did she mean…
“But… What? Why? You want to become a man?”
She looked at me again, “I don’t know. I don’t necessarily feel like a man, just not like a girly girl. I feel, stronger, more aggressive… maybe that is more like a man.”
I thought of my wife, her breasts, her beautiful face, her amazing ass… I couldn’t imagine her transforming all of that into a man.
She continued, “When we fucked last night, I fucked you like a girl.” She let the image hang in the air. “And, I liked it, and so did you. So, I don’t know. Maybe I do want to become a man?”
“But… honey… why does the way we have sex have anything to do with being a man or a woman? Why can’t we just have sex the way we like?”
She looked at me again, “I know, but I liked being in that dominant position, of having you under me, feeling you yield to my strength. Those are masculine qualities, right, and I like them. When you think of it that way, I think I have to listen to my body: it’s telling me that I want to be the man.”
As she spoke, I could feel my body responding to her words. I was getting turned on as she was talking about her strength and her dominance. I felt my eyes drawn to her biceps, her hard body, and her sizable breasts.
“I… I don’t know what to say.” I thought for a minute before continuing, realizing that my next words were important for our future.
“Honey, I love you, and I don’t want to lose you. I love your muscles, your aggression — it’s hot, you’re hot… but I don’t know that I want to be with a man. I’ve never felt attracted to a man before.” I looked at her with a sense of sadness: “I just don’t know.”
She looked at me and smiled and said, “I understand.”
We sat in silence for a while before she said, “I’m going to go to my crossfit training. I’ll be back around lunchtime. Maybe we can talk more later?”
“Sure honey.”
We kissed and after she left I thought about what she was asking. I loved Joanna, I thought she was so hot and attractive and, I had to admit, she had undoubtedly become the dominant partner in our relationship. But, for her to become a man? Her body was amazing, but it wasn’t a man’s body. Her breasts, her ass… she wasn’t a man. I didn’t know if that was something I would ever be OK with.
I thought about it during the morning while drinking my coffee and reading the newspaper. After about an hour I hopped into the shower and must have been lost in my thoughts and in the shower for longer than I imagined, because suddenly, Joanna appeared at the shower door and stepped in with a coy smile on her face.
She was Ankara Eskort naked and there was a thin layer of sweat on her body. Her shoulders were round and I could see pumped veins in her forearms and biceps. Her legs were firm and thick and I saw her calves flex as she stepped into the shower. She looked absolutely incredible. I turned to face her but she placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me away from her, pressing her large tits into my back. My cock responded immediately. One hand reached around my body and grabbed my hardening dick while the other was playing with one of my tits. She began to kiss me on the neck, on the collarbone, and bit my ear.
“My sweet. You’re so sexy for me.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“You’re so soft compared to me baby. So weak. I love to be your muscular wife.”
I tried to turn towards her again but she forced me, with her arms, to keep looking forward. She was licking my neck and I could feel her touching her breasts behind me.
“I was at the gym, lifting my weights, and thinking about how hot you make me. I realized, that I don’t need to become a man. I’m already your man, and you’re my sweet, weak little wife. Isn’t that right, Steve?”
I was still speechless but my breathing was heavy and my nipples were completely hard. I was so turned on by her words: humiliating and true.
“If you stay soft and weak for me, Steve, I don’t need to transition. You can show me that you accept me as your man by loving my muscles and worshipping my strength.” My cock was completely hard and she was pulling it forcefully. “Can you do that sweetie?”
“Yes, yes…” I breathed more than said it.
“Yes, I can be your man?”
“Yes, please, Joanne, be my man.”
“And you’ll be my girl?”
“Yes… Joanne… I’m your girl.”
As I said it she was rubbing her clit into my ass and fingering herself. I was bucking my hips in time with her hand. This was so hot, my dick was completely erect.
She was panting with desire as she rubbed into me from behind “If you show me… Steve… that you can… be… my girl… I’ll stay a woman… Do you want that?”
“Yassss Joanne, yasss.” I was moaning.
She leaned into my neck and was biting my ear and squeezing my cock at the same time. By now she had pressed me against the shower wall and was thrusting, grinding her crotch against my ass.
“I’m close… baby… your ass… so hot… give me a little moan Stevie.”
I moaned for her, somewhat involuntarily.
“Like a girl, Steve. Like my girl.”
I moaned like a girl and she pressed her thick torso into me and her powerful crotch into my ass. She came with a roaring UGH and I came in spurts at the same time. We were both breathing heavily and I turned around to look at her.
“That was amazing, Joanne.” I said and pulled her into me.
“Yes, Steve.” She said, kissing me firmly on the lips.
“I thought about it and I meant what I said. I don’t think I actually want to be a man, I just want to be in control, in charge of you. If you can agree to submit to me Steve, to take on the traditional female role, then I don’t need to transition. That will tell me that you accept my authority. Is that OK, love?”
I looked at her — this woman, her strength, her sexuality, her dominance, and I knew the answer was yes.
When I came out of the bathroom, she was in a pair of black jeans and tanktop and looked absolutely stunning.
“I want you to know that I’m wearing your underwear under these clothes. I expect you to wear my old panties — this is an important symbol of you accepting your new role in our lives.”
She waited for an answer but I was speechless.
“If you ever want to wear male underwear again, you can wrestle me for them. The best man will win. But if you wrestle me and lose, I’ll push you further into the role of wife. Do you accept that, Steve?”
I looked at her muscular body and knew I couldn’t ever compete with her.
“Yes, dear.”
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