Briarton continued…

Grocery

Spending the weekend with Courtney, Mike and Tiffany was great but I was glad to get home and heal.  My right side really did hurt and I wanted to get well in time for my marathon in a month.  On the first day back, I took the morning off of work and went to my doctor.  He had to take some x-rays but of course wanted to know what had happened.  I decided to tell him the truth, that my wife had really been working out and when she put a leg squeeze on me, she may have injured me.  The doctor just wrote down the info and sent me off to the x-ray room.

I had to wait about a half an hour, but when the doctor came back with my results, he had some bad news.  Apparently I had two broken ribs and one fractured rib.  He then let me know it would take about six weeks to heal and there was no way I would be running a marathon.  I was already bummed enough, and then he asked me if I wanted to press assault charges on my wife.  Of course I was shocked by his question and told him that would not be necessary. 

The news from the doctor really had me upset.  I had been training for this marathon for over a year, and now I wasn’t going to be able to run in it.  I was really needing a good cheer up from Courtney so I went home and waited for her to arrive.  Sure enough, around seven o’clock, I heard her arrive.  I walked outside and noticed she had a ton of groceries.  As I walked up to the open hatch on her CRV I was again struck by her presence.  She had always stayed a bit covered up and for some reason; today she had on running shoes, short black workout shorts and a small lime green workout bra with her hair pulled into a pony tail.  She looked absolutely stunning and her muscles were slightly pumped up from her recent workout.  She was bent over at the waist leaning into the car and I ogled at her amazing thighs.  At the same time, I again noticed something amazing about her.  From the side view I had, I could see her hamstring muscles bulging out from behind her leg.  Immediately aroused, I just couldn’t believe the shape my wife was now in.  I felt like I was married to a finely tuned Olympic sprinter.  Regaining my composure, I leaned over and gave her a kiss.

In helping her grab the bags, I noticed that a sharp pain went through my right side when I tried to use that arm.  So I grabbed two bags with my left arm and began walking inside.  The bags were really heavy and since I couldn’t use my right arm to shift the weight, I put the bags down for a few seconds.  After resting my good arm for 15 to 20 seconds, I grabbed the two bags and carried them inside.  By the time I got to the kitchen, my arm was again tired, and I could not lift the bags up to the counter top.  After resting a few more seconds, I lifted the bags onto the counter one at a time.
I was curious why the bags were so heavy and looked inside them.  One had two gallons of milk and the other had two 2-liter bottles of Diet Coke.  I didn’t feel too much like a wimp once I realized what was in the bags.  I figured a gallon of milk probably weighs 12-15 pounds and a 2-liter Coke probably weighs 8-10.  If I figured right, I was trying to lift about 50 pounds from floor level to three or four feet.

Just as I started to feel good about myself, Courtney walked into the kitchen.  She looked beautiful with her pumped up legs and beautiful round shoulders as she heaved the remaining six bags of groceries onto the counter.  I was glad to get the heavy bags for her but didn’t let her know I had to stop on the way in because they were too heavy.  Always curious, I looked into the first bag; it had two gallons of drinking water in it.  I then looked into the second bag and noticed it had two more 2-liter bottles of Diet Coke in it.  The third bag had liquid detergent and other household items, the fourth had pounds and pounds of chicken breast, the fifth contained several cartons of eggs and the last bag had a big bag of potatoes inside.

Courtney had quickly left to run a quick errand.  That was going to give me a few minutes to figure this shit out.  I quickly grabbed the scale in the bathroom and brought it to the kitchen.  I stood on the scale with my two bags and calculated their weight at about 28 pounds.  I was immediately depressed realizing I couldn’t fucking lift 30 pounds from off the ground to the top of the counter with my left arm.  After again realizing I was becoming a fucking wimp, I weighed myself a few times with the different bags Courtney brought in.  Her bags came to a total of 76 pounds.  I somehow convinced myself that if I could have used my right arm too, I may have managed to bring in her bags, but I did have to give her a bit of credit since she didn’t have to through her weight into getting her bags on the counter.  She just kind lifted them up in a biceps curl type motion.

I put the groceries away threw on some sweats.  I couldn’t remember ever doing it, but I decided to take some measurements.  I grabbed the fabric measuring tape and threw it around my flexed arm.  It measured 12 ¾ “.  I knew that was small, but when you’re trying to scale way down to run a marathon, you’re going to lose some mass.  My forearm was slightly over 11”, my thigh measured 21” and my calf was 14.5”  I had just finished measuring by the time Courtney got back from her errand.

She walked into the kitchen again holding several bags.  She placed them on the counter and I again walked over to look inside.  As I looked inside I said, “What is all this stuff honey?”  She said, “It’s nutritional supplements and protein powders babe, just like what I’ve been taking for months.”  “I know”, I replied, “It just seems like it’s a lot more stuff than you normally get.”  My wife looked at me with a slightly serious look and said, “Well, I’m taking my training and nutrition in a new direction just to see how it goes.” 

It seemed to me like she brought home a lot more than usual but I didn’t have any clue what her dieting consisted of so I let it go.  I did have to tell her the bad news about my ribs though.  As I did, Courtney immediately started to tear up about it and walked over to give me a light hug.  Just the touch of her amazing body made me feel better.  I couldn’t stand to see her cry so I let her off the hock by telling her I signed up for a marathon in Lewis County just three months later.  Courtney was happy to hear that and a slight smile came across her face.

As I stood peering into my wife’s eyes I couldn’t help but grab her beautiful arms.  They were not flexed as her hands were down by my waist but they still felt full and amazing.  Even without flexing them they kind of bulged out from the side from all her triceps work.  I figured she was in the right mood so I told her to wait there for a second.  Courtney cocked her head slightly and said sarcastically, “What are you up to?”  “I just want to see something real quick.” I yelled back to her as I scurried down the hall.

Just 30 seconds later I walked back into the kitchen with a fabric measuring tape.  Courtney realized what I was up to immediately and said, “Oh no you don’t.”  “You broke two of my ribs honey”, I said “you owe me.”  Courtney stood there with a huge grin on her face, knowing she did in fact owe me and said, “Hmmmmm, I guess I do babe, measure away.”

I was happy she agreed and started with her beautiful calf muscle.  She flexed it for me and it was rock hard.  I pulled the tape around it and got it to just under 15”.  Next, I had her tense up her beautiful thigh.  As I pulled the tape around, she unflexed it and then flexed it again in rapid succession.  It blew my mind and I had to keep myself in control.  Her thigh was also solid and measured 23”.  Then I made her flex her right biceps.  The peak of her arm muscle popped to attention and I massaged it lovingly for a few seconds before measuring it.  As I pulled the tape around it, I was impressed by it’s size of 13”.  Lastly I measured her forearm at 11.5”.  The recent workout had pumped it up a bit too and I loved looking at the several visible blood pumping veins running through it.  I had quickly come to realize that her muscles were all slightly larger than mine and a state of awe came over me.

Courtney obviously got a bit frisky pumping her muscles for me.  I was standing with my back against the refrigerator looking down as I was winding up the tape.  Courtney, standing in front of me, lightly pushed me back against the door with her left arm and leaned in against me.  As she did, I felt her strength as she reached into my pants and began to give me a nice warm hand job.  I knew this would lead to a possible blow job, but as I looked down and watched her beautiful arm pulsating and tensing up as she pleasured me, I lost control.  I had quickly made a mess in my pants but just couldn’t help it.  Just being in her amazing presence got me riled up and the simple touch of her skin against mine sent me into orbit.  Courtney gave me a kiss and said, “I love you!” as I walked down the hall to clean up.

New Gym

Over the next month, I really had to cut down the calories.  I wasn’t going to be able to run while my ribs healed but I didn’t want to gain any unwanted weight.  I always ate light before but was able to cheat a little knowing I was burning so many calories during my runs.  I never even counted my calories, but realized I was taking in about 3000 per day.  With my light activity, I was now only burning 2200 per day tops.  Knowing this, I cut down to 2000 calories per day and started using Hydroxycut weight burner. 

At the same time, Courtney was really ramping up her intake.  I would get up early like normal to go to work, and Courtney would be in the kitchen preparing several meals.  She had Protein Bars, Tuna, grilled chicken, vegetables, pills galore, yogurt and more.  Her new training regiment had her eating six or seven meals a day.  I couldn’t believe how much she was now eating and I started calling her, “Feed Courtney”.  She was only a week or so into this new training and I asked her if it was showing results.  She said, “No, not yet, but I should start showing some real gains in a month or so.”

Weekends were made for us since we really didn’t spend time together during the week.  Unfortunately, we weren’t going to get to spend the next three together because my company was sending me to Germany for three weeks to learn new business software systems well enough to teach everyone in all four of our offices.  I really pressed my boss to send someone else, but he knew I was the man for the job and insisted.  I would be leaving the following night, as we had to get the new software up ASAP.

The night I got the bad news, I waited up for Courtney to get home.  Nine thirty rolled around and Courtney walked into the bedroom.  She looked amazing as always but was kind of covered up.  She had on skin tight black workout tights which accentuated her beautiful thighs and calves but was wearing a thick sweat shirt with the sleeves cut off.  It seemed a little “Butch” to me but it exposed her awesome shoulders and arms, she looked great, and I wasn’t complaining.

I decided to tell her the bad news about my upcoming travel.  “Honey” I said, “I know we had just experienced the most amazing weekend of our lives and I don’t want to spend even a day away from you, but I have to go to Germany for 3 weeks for work.”  Courtney was visibly bummed about it too, but then looked at me and said, “Look at the bright side, at least your going while you can’t train.  When you get back, you’ll be almost healed and ready to run.”  Courtney really put a great spin on it.

I then kissed her deeply and said, “You’re a bit sweaty babe, let’s get you in the shower.”  She laughed and led me into the bathroom.  We got the shower all nice and steamy and turned out the lights.  We then stepped in the shower and felt the warm water running down our bodies.  I felt for the soap and began to slowly massage and clean Courtney’s back.  It was hard with small bumps and mounds all over letting me know the power she was developing.  Soon, as I stood behind her, I reached around and began to soap up her firm round breasts.  Her nipples got hard and I knew she was enjoying my massage.  In just a few minutes Courtney bent over reached back, and grabbed my erection.  She massaged it briefly and then inserted it into her wet warm pussy.  It was home and I began to move in and out faster and faster, immediately I realized my ribs did not hurt in this position.  I slowed the pace greatly, hoping to extend the session.  Luckily, with the lights out, I was unable to see her amazing body and it helped me prolong the event into a 30 minute love fest.

The soap and warm water were now gone and Courtney had exalted in ecstasy twice.  With cool water now washing our tired bodies, Courtney turned around and embraced me.  No words were spoken but we felt as one in that moment.  Although we had been together for a few years, I felt closer to her at that moment than I did with my own mother at birth.  After a few more amazing moments together, we stepped out of the shower and toweled each other off.  Courtney and I then got in bed and fell fast asleep. 

I woke up in the middle of the night amazingly hot.  Courtney and I never really cuddle but we had fallen asleep in each others arm.  I didn’t realize how unbelievably hot she was.  I was burning up as her muscles were like a furnace.  As I went to slip away she subconsciously tightened her hold on me.  I tried again, and immediately her hold strengthened.  I could have woken her up, but instead, I began to slowly massage her gorgeous buff arm and shoulder.  She seemed to like it and made some muffled sounds of approval as I caressed her.  I probably continued massaging her for another hour and then I too was back asleep.

With the usual hugs kisses and tears, I left for Germany the next day.  I’m not going to bore you with the details but I was able to keep my calories down, stayed on Hydroxycut and lost 6 more pounds.  I was excited to get home and see Courtney of course, but I was also excited to start up my training and run the race I had been trying to run for a year.  Courtney and I stayed in touch the whole time, and we engaged in a bit of phone sex to keep us moderately satisfied while apart.

The Germany trip was over and I flew back to the states.  I wanted to surprise Courtney since I got back six hours early.  I drove to her gym and walked inside.  One of the front desk girls was there and I asked her to go get Courtney.  At that point, she told me that Courtney had started working out a Golds Gym in the city to further her training.  I was surprised Courtney hadn’t mentioned that to me but it kind of made since as her training had probably outgrown the nice little local gym.

I thought about calling Courtney but again decided to surprise her.  The Golds Gym in the city couldn’t be hard to find and my Garmin led the way.  It was a 45 minute drive but I soon arrived.  I quickly walked inside and passed by the front desk.  There was a cute little high school girl working it so I decided to walk by her into the gym like I owned the place.  I heard her say, “Sir, Sir, Sir” as I walked by but I figured ignoring her would be my best option.  While I walked quickly into the gym, I realized finding Courtney might be a bit of a challenge.  The place was huge! In addition, it had an upstairs area that looked over the main gym floor and it looked like there were some side rooms as well.

Just as I thought about returning to the main desk and asking for some help a sharp pain shot through my body as someone grabbed my arm and squeezed fiercely into the bone.  It immediately got my full attention and I turned to look at a huge black trainer grabbing my arm.  A huge bulging forearm and biceps led up to the enormous rounded shoulder connected to a WOMAN!  She had to be at least my height but was kind of lifting my weight up off the ground as she had her vice grips digging into my arm.  Then she said, in a sweet soft southern voice, “Sir we need to escort you to the main lobby for insurance reasons, sorry for any inconvenience.” 

As she led me back to the entry area, I felt helpless in her grasp.  Her arms had to be at least 15 or 16” around and the pain in my arm was excruciating.  I asked her twice to let go in the forty feet we had to travel, but she simply smiled widely the whole time and tightened her grip forcibly.  By the time we got back to the front desk, my left arm was jelly.  Vicky had squeezed the life out of it in about fifteen seconds.

Finally we got back to the front and I explained that I was looking for my wife.  The girl behind the desk was nice enough to page Courtney.  While I waited, Vicky stood between me and the gym floor, like I was going to try to go back in or something.  As she stood there with a huge grin on her face, I was really awestruck by her physique.  She had muscles like I had never seen on a woman in person before.  The dark color of her skin really made the definition in her arms stand out.  Her biceps bulged, her triceps were huge and I was sure, this was the first time I ever realized a chick could probably kick my ass.  As I caught myself staring at Vicky’s arms, she slowly raised one arm and gave me a biceps pose.  The muscles jumped to attention and it looked like a baseball coming out of her arm.  I immediately noticed I was becoming aroused and I ran outside to my car.

Instead of waiting for Courtney, I started the car and headed home.  On the way, I was asking myself, “what the fuck is wrong with me?”.  A huge muscle bound black girl had practically turned my arm to mush and I’m sitting there getting a fucking hard on.  It was the first time I had these weird questions floating inside my head.  Courtney was slightly stronger than me, I now knew, but she was a sweet, beautiful, athletically built girl and I’m pretty sure 99% of all guys would find her attractive.  Here I am, getting wood over Vicky the bouncer.  Oh well, I thought, shake it off and head home to wait for Courtney…. 

thanks trillwig, yes Courtney is really stepping up her training.  I will post another chapter later tonight.  ;D