I met Melissa when she was about 23. She had an amazing body then. Picture Donna Bramble. Beautiful brown skin (which contrasted nicely with my pale white skin), bright eyes, a glowing while smile, 5" 10', 38D-23-35, long dancers legs, very lean, nice tight little ass, she even won the secret "Best Body on the Floor" contest the guys at our job held amongst themselves. I'm not entirely sure why she hung around with me and eventually married me, she's WAY out of my league, but I won't question it.

After a few years of marriage, she noticed that she was putting on some weight so she decided to work out. Of course I encouraged her. We tried Tai Bo and nearly wrecked our basement, then she settled on Pilates. That wasn't for me so I did other things, weight, ab tapes, etc.. Her body took to the Pilates quickly. It wasn't long before she lost the extra weight. She kept it up and before long she actually had a hard, firm 6-pack. I didn't notice it until one night in our bedroom. She was changing and looked at herself in the mirror. She was just wearing her bra and panties. "Oh cool!" she said and turned around to face me. "Look! I have a six pack!" I was lying on the bed and picked myself up to see. I've been a fan of female physical fitness and bodybuilding for some time now and thought she didn't really understand what a 6-pack was, but I saw it for myself. My wife had 6 hard, firm bricks of muscle in her abdomen. "Wow, hon! That's awesome!"

That encouraged her to keep it up. Little did I know how well her body would respond to working out.

Before long she was very lean and toned all over. She even started to get decent biceps, with a little bit of noticeable vascularity. We met one of our friends while we were out one time and he said, "Wow Melissa! You look like you could beat me up!" "Oh, stop!" she said. "Doesn't she look great?" I asked him. "Yeah, what are you doing? Pumping Iron?" he asked.

"No," she said, "just Pilates." "Wow, well it looks like you're a natural." he said. That gave me an idea.

On the drive home I told her how proud I was of her for getting in such great shape. "Thank you, honey," she replied. "I'm glad you like it. I like it too. I like looking good. It makes me feel good too. Much more energy and stamina." "Tom was right though", I said. "You really seem to be a natural at it. Your body responded to the exercise so quickly and so well.

Some people exercise for years and don't get results, just look at me! But you could be a fitness competitor after only a few months of Pilates." She replied, "Well I guess I get that from genetics. Both of my parents were in pretty good shape.

You can see my siblings are also pretty fit." "Yeah, but not quite like you," I said. "You put the time and effort in to exercise and eat right and now you look spectacular." She said, "Yeah, well I think I've done the best I can do with Pilates." That was a perfect lead in to my next question - "Are you ready to move on to something else?" I asked. "Oh I don't know," she replied. Then there was a long pause as she thought of how to phrase her next question.

"What do you think of those female bodybuilders? Do you think they're gross or too muscular?" My heart started pounding. I too had to play this right. I didn't want to insult her but I did want to encourage her.

"No! I actually think it's pretty cool. Ummmm, I have to admit, not that I'd ever cheat on you, but it is actually a fetish of mine. I think it's very sexy and erotic."

"Really?" she asked. "You're not just saying that because my biceps have ballooned a bit from doing the pushups in Pilates?"

"Honey," I replied, "I think your biceps are awesome. I love it. Bring it on, get big!"

"Well, then, starting tomorrow, I'm off Pilates and on to weights. Heavy weights to build up bulk and mass. Would you like that?" she asked.

"Honey," I replied, "I'm getting hard now just talking about it.

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The next day she joined me in the basement for my workout. She was wearing a sports bra and shorts, her 6 pack in full display for me. I said, "OK, how about I put you on the same program I found, we'll just use lighter weights since you weigh less than me." She was 115, I was 177. "OK, sounds good" she replied.

I said, "We'll start with chest and do three sets of Incline Dumbell Presses. I usually do these with 45 lb. dumbells, so maybe we should start you with 20's." "OK." she said and got on our incline bench. I gave her the 20's and had her hold them above her chest, elbows bent. I told her to slowly raise them up without locking her elbows for 12 reps max.

"This isn't very heavy, Jim" she said as she easily did 12 reps. "OK", well we're just trying to figure out how much weight to use with this first workout anyway, so how about 25's?" She easily pushed out 12 reps with the 25 lbs dumbbells. "Honey, that was really easy too. Let me try those," she said pointing to the 40's. "No, that's probably too much for you." I said, "I do that exercise with the next higher weights, 45's and I can only get 9 reps max." "Let me try," she said, "just stand over me and spot me." "Oh, OK, I can do that," I said. I brought the weights over to the bench and straddled her and held them up to her hands. She grabbed them. "Ready?" I asked. "Uh-huh," she said. I was holding them while she pushed up. "OK, OK, you're lifting them too much, just hold them a little lighter and guide them," she said. I eased up on my grip and my lifting them, ready to grab them tight in case she faultered, but she continued to lift them. Smiling, she said, "OK, now just lightly..." I eased up again, she once again lifted them, no problem. "I can do this!" she said. I took my hands away, but was still ready to help her if she needed it. Spectacularly, she did 12 reps right below me. "Honey! That's incredible!" I said. "I want to try the 45's," she announced. "Are you sure?" I asked. "That's what I'm doing now and I can only do 9 on my best day." "Just spot me again, but I'm pretty sure I can" she said. I hefted the 45's to the bench.

This time, she picked them up from the floor, from her inclined position. "Impressive!" I said, then I took my spotting position. She started to push up on the dumb bells with my assistance again. "OK, lighter," she said. "Lighter weight?" I said, "OK, we'll do the 40's". "No!" she said, "lighter lifting of it from you." "Huh???" I said. I eased up and she once again lifted it, seemingly with ease. "OK, let me do it 100% this time," she said. I took my hands away, she pushed up slowly, then down slowly, in perfect form. Again, up and down, perfectly. "Two," I counted. "Three, Four, Five....Ten, ELEVEN, TWELVE!! Honey!! You out did me!!!" She was still pressing and had a glowing smile. "Honey! I could do these all day!" She caught a glimpse of my rock hard cock under my workout pants. "Wow, I see you do like strong women!"

She said, "Hey, this working out really gets my blood flowing and turns me on." I was still straddled over the bench and she pulled my shorts and underwear down in one motion. She crunched up a bit, grabbed my cock and then began sucking it. She was always spectacular at giving head but this time she did it with much more fervor and passion. Moaning and groaning, sucking and stroking. I held the back of her head, guiding her in and out of my mouth. "I want you to fuck me right here," she demanded and proceeded to pull her shorts off, revealing that she came down with no panties. She was planning it all along. I looked at her moist pussy and began to finger it. She laid back down on the bench and let out a low, guttoral moan. I kissed her hard abs, each one of the 6 sections, then I kept going down to her pussy. I licked it and sucked on the juices that were flowing from it. She writhed in pleasure under me. I grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into my face as I buried my tongue further into her. "Oh FUCK YEAH!!", she screamed. I could feel her pussy muscles seem to kiss me back as I ate her out. "Oh shit!, she said. "Faster! Faster! Ohhhh, faster! I'm gonna cum!!" I mercilessly dove my face into her as she came, pressing her firm thighs against my head. I pulled her back as she came on my face, screaming, writhing.

Finally her orgasm subsided, she pushed my head away. "I'm not done with you yet, Mister." she said as she stroked my cock, getting up from the bench. She took the sports bra off revealing her 38C tits, making my cock that much harder. "You really like this strong body?" she asked flexing a bicep. "Oh yeah, I do," I said. "Well then come over here. I stepped away from the bench and walked towards her, taking off my t-shirt. She walked right up to me until her hard nipples touched my chest.

"Hold me," she said. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her, pressing her big, firm tits into my chest. She reached around and began stroking my ass. Then she moved her hands down to my thighs. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned again as she grabbed my thighs and began to lift ME! She leaned back a bit and spread her legs. She positioned my cock right in front of her hungry cunt and pulled me into her. "Ahhhhhhh" she purred. "MMMMMMMM," I moaned as I put my head on her shoulder. She pulled me out a bit, then back in. "Oh yes! Strength is such a turn on!" she exclaimed. She began to pull me in and out faster. She turned me into her human dildo, her human sex toy. I loved it. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum!!

I'm gonna cum!!" "DO IT!!" she yelled. "AHHHHHHH!!!!!" I screamed. I shot a load of hot cum into her as she pulled me back into her violently. I pumped and pumped my loads into her and collapsed like a rag doll on her. She carried me back to a couch, cum dripping down her long legs and gently sat me down. "I'm gonna like this!" she said.