Courtney 1

My wife Courtney was a serious recreational runner, and she had been running since college. At 30 years old now, she kept up the practice of multiple long runs each week. She was my height at 5’8”, but where I was a stolidly-built 175lbs, she was a lithe 115 lbs. She had very little fat on her body due to all her regular training, and small a-cup boobs. Her arms and legs were toned, and you could see the faintest outlines of her abs. Up until recently, I thought she had a great body.

Then she injured herself during a training run. It was a partial ligament tear in her foot, and the doctor told her no running for at least six weeks. At first, Courtney was devastated, as she needed running as an athletic outlet. The doctor suggested she go to the gym and lift some weights instead. My wife balked at first, and then the doctor suggested that this cross training might be good for her running - in fact she likely sustained an injury because her prior regimine lacked any resistance training.

That brought my wife around. She joined a gym and hit the weights with the same vigor that she applied toward running.

I came home from work a couple of weeks in to find Courtney doing bicep curls with 10 lb weights in our living room.

“Hey Court, what’s up?”

“Hey” she said with a huff, concentrating on her curls.

“Did you skip the gym today or something?” I asked, motioning toward her rapidly rising and falling dumbbells.

“No..” huff, “I just wanted…” huff, “a little…” huff, “extra credit!” she said, her arms shaking as she finished her final curl.

“Extra credit?” I chuckled. “You didn’t get enough of that at the gym? How long were you there?”

“Well.. uh, I spent an hour and a half there,” she said tentatively, placing the weights down and avoiding eye contact.

“Whoa! That long? And it still wasn’t enough?” I gasped.

She turned to look at me, a plaintive look on her face, “Um.. it’s just that… it feels, well, it feels good, you know?”

I smiled, “It feels good, huh? Most people consider it work.”

Encouraged by my smile, she shared further, “I don’t know what it is.. Kind of like a runners high, maybe? But once I start lifting the weight, I just get this buildup of energy.” She smiled shyly and added, “It’s almost like the build up to an orgasm.”

My eyebrows went up, and in a playful tone I said “Is it now..”

She smiled back and said, “Yeah, it is. And I’m already starting to see results! Look at these guns!”

She flexed a double-bicep pose. While she had been toned before, now two clearly defined biceps popped out of her arms. My eyebrows rose again, along with something else. I never thought I had been attracted to muscular women, but the sight of Courtney’s new biceps had me really turned on.

She noticed. We finished that night with some of the best sex we’ve ever had.