This is a continuation of my story "Briarton". For all new viewers, you should read my original post to get caught up to this point.
Post-Pool Incident
While I stood near the steps of the pool, Courtney gathered our towels and walked back towards me. She was only wearing her bikini now and with each step she took, her hard bulging thigh muscles popped to attention. They were hard and defined and I immediately realized why I was unable to release myself from their grip just minutes earlier. Courtney arrived at the steps above me and held out my towel. I grabbed it immediately and wrapped myself in it to conceal my obvious erection.
I followed Courtney to our elevator and was just in awe of her. I had already been amazed by her new hard physique, but now there was something else. It was this inner and outer strength and confidence she now exuded. She seemed somehow better than her surroundings but at the same time she had this innocence and didn’t realize she now had this amazing aurora about her.
We hadn’t said a word since I barked at her in the pool so I had to break the ice. I kind of pointed at her right thigh and said, “Pretty tight grip you have there pal.” I then looked at her left thigh and said, “You too buddy.” Courtney laughed immediately as I had made a joke out of a pretty tense situation. My wife than patted my Johnson and said, “Well, he seemed to enjoy it.” The mood was immediately lightened and I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. Then Courtney grabbed my torso right where she had held me with her python type leg grip. An immediate pain shot through my body and I jumped back and let out an “ahhh”. “My god honey,” she said, “did I hurt you?” I said, “Wow, I think you may have broken my rib in the pool.”
I kind of gingerly walked into the room and laid down on the bed. Her little squeeze in the elevator must have pushed a cracked rib into my lung and it really hurt to breath. Courtney now felt pretty bad about her little show of strength and wanted to make me feel better. As I laid on the bed, she did a little striptease and muscle show. She flexed her biceps and unflexed them several times so I could see them relax and then pop to attention over and over again. Even the pain I was feeling couldn’t keep me from getting aroused. Courtney was happy to see that and she crawled up the bed and mounted me. Her weight was too much and I began to have a hard time breathing again. My wife could tell it hurt so she crawled off me and began to give me a blow job. It was a nice consolation and she finished the job nicely.
I was still having a bit of pain but in a great mood any way because of my wife’s frisky mood. She again went into the bathroom and started to get ready. I asked her what the plan was for tonight. She said, “I have a surprise for you dear. Your brother and his girlfriend are meeting us for dinner tonight.” I hadn’t seen my younger brother and his girlfriend for over a year, since they lived on the east coast and were unable to make it to the last Christmas gathering, so this was really exciting news. “How’d you pull that off.” I asked. “Tiffany and I had been planning this gathering for a few months.” She answered.
My brother was a year and a half younger than me but we were really close. We fought a bit as kids but by the time we were in high school, we always covered each others back. I hadn’t seen him at all or really talked to him that much over the previous year so I was really excited about tonight.
Still in a bit of discomfort, I began to get ready. Because the trip was a surprise by my wife, she had done all my packing. We were going to meet Mike and Tiffany at a nice steak restaurant so Courtney laid a nice pair of slacks and a shirt on the bed for me. I hadn’t worn the slacks in over a year and immediately realized they were way too big. My once 34” waist was now a 30” or 31” so I was swimming in the pants. I figured the belt would take care of the issue but it didn’t have a hole far enough down on it to hold my pants tight. Next I put on the nice Armani shirt Courtney had laid out. I hadn’t worn it in a year either and it was easily one and a half or two sizes too big.
Just as I was finishing putting on my shoes, at least they fit, Courtney walked out of the bathroom. I expected to see her in the long black dress she wore the night before, but instead, she wore a beautiful navy blue silk dress with spaghetti straps. Instead of going to mid calf it was quite short and stopped at her knee, exposing her amazing calf muscles. She had on matching high heel shoes and carried a small purse. Her beautiful arms and shoulders were glistening from something she put on them and her hair was down and flowed nicely to just above her mid back. I said, “My god honey, you’ve gotta quit doing this to me. I’m having a hard time even looking at you with out getting excited.” “I know” she said, “that’s why I love wearing almost nothing, I like getting you all riled up.” With that, she took my arm and we walked out of the room.
Courtney and I hoped in the car and sped off to the restaurant. I had my hand on Courtney’s gorgeous thigh and even as it was relaxed as she sat, I could still feel the muscle and mass it contained. I found myself looking at her more than I looked at the road. I just couldn’t keep my eyes of her magnificent body. We soon arrived at the restaurant and walked inside. Mike and Tiffany were already seated and the hostess walked us up to them. As we arrived at the table a look of shock and awe came across their faces. It was obvious they were amazed at the newly muscled Courtney. Tiffany immediately told Courtney how gorgeous she was while giving her a hug. Mike and I shook hands and there were hugs all around.
As soon as we sat down, Mike asked about Courtney’s amazing shape and a fifteen minute conversation about that ensued.
Courtney gave the obligatory arm flex and Mike and Tiffany both felt how hard it was. I too was excited about how good Courtney looked but I got a lot of pleasure watching Mike and Tiffs reaction to her. My wife was getting a little tired of the talk about her muscles and bragged to Tiffany and Mike how I was just about to run a marathon and had been training hard for it over the last year or more.
Tiffany was impressed that I was about to run a marathon and said it was obvious I had lost a lot of weight since we had last seen each other. She asked how much weight I had lost so I let her and Mike know I had lost almost 40 pounds and was down to 158. Even Courtney seemed surprised that I was down to that weight as Mike said, “Really, that’s crazy. I was always skinnier than you and I’m at 190.” “Well”, I said, “I can still beat you at arm wrestling.”
During our youth, Mike would constantly challenge me to arm wrestling matches and I beat him every single time. But my big mouth was about to get me in trouble. Mike immediately took up the challenge and put out his arm on the table. I laughed and tried to get out of it, since we were at a nice restaurant, but Mike was determined. I said, “OK” and put my arm out as well. We clinched fists and one of the girls said “Go”. Within a second or two, Mike began to move my arm backwards and I knew I was in trouble. I struggled with all my strength to stop the movement, but it was no use. Within six seconds, Mike had pinned my arm to the table. It was an all time first for him and he threw his arms up in victory smiling from ear to ear.
The girls got a kick out of it too and told me I had passed the title on to my little brother.
The egging lasted a few minutes until the waiter arrived. We began to order our food. Tiffany ordered a small filet mignon, Mike ordered a New York steak, I ordered a Chicken Caesar salad and then Courtney ordered. To the astonishment of Mike and Tiffany, C ordered a large filet, a chicken breast, a large baked potato and extra broccoli. As Mike looked at her in awe, Courtney held up her right arm and flexed. The biceps muscle again bulged up and Courtney said, with a smile on her face, “Gotta feed the guns!” We all laughed hysterically.
Our dinners all arrived and we began eating and making small chit chat. A few minutes later, I kind of shifted awkwardly in my chair and my broken rib shot a sharp pain through my body. I made an odd, loud noise making my discomfort obvious to everyone. With Mike and Tiffany looking on, Courtney said, “Honey are you all right? Is it you rib again?” I couldn’t really talk so I just moaned a soft yes.
Tiffany wanted to know what happened so Courtney began to relay the story to her and Mike. She said, “I was just playing around and put Jim in a scissor hold in the pool and began dunking him under water. During one of the dunkings, I accidentally squeezed him too tightly and might have broken one of his ribs.”
Tiffany said, “Well, it’s obvious you’ve gotten pretty strong over the last year, but how were you
Just, Dunking Him Under Water?” Courtney realized more explanation was needed so she relayed the whole story about holding onto a rock overhang and getting me in a scissor hold while forcing me under water a few times. In her defense, she said she thought I could get out of it the whole time and didn’t realize she had almost drown me while also breaking a rib.
Again, Tiffany looked at me and asked, “So Jim, how did it feel being overpowered by your meager little wifey?” I said, “Feel her thighs and then tell me how “Meager” she is.” Tiff reached under the table and felt Courtney’s thigh. Courtney then extended her leg and flexed her thigh muscles. “Damn girl” Tiffany said, “That’s as solid as a rock!” “See what I mean” I chirped back at her. As Mike, Tiffany and Courtney talked about the incident earlier and my apparent lack of manhood, I had to chime in. So I bragged, “Hey Mike, the sex….off the fucking charts man. With my endurance and her fitness, it’s been utterly amazing.” Mike looked back at Courtney and nodded his head in approval saying, “Right on Brother, Right on.” Courtney had a big smile on her face so it was obvious she was also stoked with our recent sexual experience as well and said, “His running is paying off in more ways than one.”
The rest of the dinner went great and Mike was talking about needing to get in a little better shape while Tiffany was asking my wife for diet advice. We had passed the point of amazement and were just talking normally. Mike and I began talking sports while the girls went on about whatever. After an hour or so, we decided to head to the bar for one last drink before heading back to our Hotel. While there, one drink turned into two and then three.
Being funny, Tiffany asked how I felt about having a wife who could kick my ass. I laughed and said, “let’s not get carried away Tiff, she caught me by surprise with a leg hold and that’s the extent of it.” Tiff was drunk though and she would not let it go. She decided that we should arm-wrestle right there at the bar. I tried to change the subject and told Tiff we had arm-wrestled a week ago. Mike’s girlfriend sure was persistent and drunk so I finally agreed to a match with Courtney.
Courtney was a bit drunk too and there was this gleam in her eye and a slight grin on her face as we put our arms across the small bar table to begin the match. “You sure about this?” I asked Courtney. She replied, “I think so” but it wasn’t a questioning “I think so”, it was more like an “I’m about to prove to you how strong I am” “I think so”. We were about to start the contest and I quickly thought back to our previous match at home. She hadn’t beaten me then, but then again, we only arm-wrestled for five seconds. A nervous feeling shot through me as Courtney tightened her grip. It was strong and solid and I could feel my hand being crushed by her strength. She started to put her full force into the match while my brother held our hands in the top neutral position. I too put all my force into the match and waited for Mike to let go of our clinched fists.
Mike removed his grip and said, “Go!”. Immediately, I felt Courtney’s amazing strength and within a millisecond she began to force my arm down. Courtney’s biceps flexed greatly and the muscle and a large vein running down it seemed unbeatable. I was glad I was wearing a long sleeve shirt because my biceps was definitely not very impressive. Trying to avoid defeat, my other arm was grasping the other side of the table and I tried to pull with it too. It gave me a small advantage and I was able to hold my position for two more seconds before she began to force my hand down again. As I felt helpless against her strength I was also amazingly surprised at how strong she was. I blurted out, “Jesus Christ!” as she quickly finished the match by slamming my hand against the table. In unison Mike, Tiffany and I said, “Holy Shit!” in utter disbelief that she had beaten me so easily. I think we all thought she had a chance to beat me but not so quickly.
Courtney looked at me with a rye but questioning smile. I think she wanted to know I was OK with her being stronger than me. I quickly grabbed her biceps and squeezed it tightly. I leaned in for a kiss and congratulated her on the victory. Just to let her know I was OK with her strength, I made her challenge Mike to a match. I didn’t think she would win, but I was hoping she could last a while against him. Tiffany was excited about the idea too so she made Mike commit to it.
Sure enough, Mike and Courtney locked grips to begin the contest. I held their hands in check and then let go and said, “GO!” They immediately put all their strength into the match. This one was much closer though and they were stalemated with Mike having a slight advantage. The blood was flowing through Courtney’s arm and the veins in her biceps and beautiful forearms began to pop out. A good ten to fifteen seconds went by with only a slight movement in their position. Finally, Mike began to tire and Courtney slowly moved his arm down towards the table. He gave a couple last gasp efforts but within ten seconds, Courtney leaned in and forced his arm down. Even Courtney was amazed that she, at 148 pounds beat my brother, at 190.
The evening wound down and we all decided to go back to our hotels. During the car ride home, Courtney asked me if she went a little overboard by beating me and Mike at arm-wrestling. I said, “No honey, we were all pretty frickin’ impressed by it actually.” “Hmmm” she said, “So it doesn’t bother you that I’m a little stronger than you?” I replied, “Not at all babe” then I grabbed her hand and placed it on my crotch to prove the point. “Well” she came back, “would it bother you if I got even stronger?” Being the supportive husband, I said, “Nope, I’ll support you 100% if that’s what you want to do.” Courtney then leaned over and gave me a big kiss on the cheek and said, “Thank you honey, you’re the best.”………
