Thick

The door slammed behind me as I strode into the house after a long day. "Babe, you better not be slacking off in there!" I called out with a grin.

"Me? Slacking? Never!" My wife Natalia's rich laughter echoed from the kitchen.

I rounded the corner and froze, drinking in the sight of her. The fiery evening light danced across her hypermuscular physique as she leaned against the counter. Her baggy tank top billowed around her narrow waist, but clung desperately to her broad, thickly muscled shoulders and back. The armholes gaped around her chest, offering a tantalizing peek at her striated pecs and the enticing curve of her ample breasts.

As she reached up to grab a glass from the cabinet, her lats flared impossibly wide, like an cobra's hood. Intercostal muscles rippled across her sides. Natalia turned, catching me staring slack-jawed. She smirked, cocking one sharply angled hip. "See something you like, big guy?"

"Babe, you're a whole buffet and I'm starving," I growled, my eyes greedily drinking her in from head to toe. They followed the dramatic taper of her torso down to her shredded six-pack and the eye-popping jut of her softball glutes under painted-on booty shorts. Her legs were unreal - all swooping quads and diamond calves, each muscle group delineated with skin-splitting definition.

"Mmm, I like a man with a healthy appetite," she purred, sauntering towards me with an exaggerated sway to her hips. Natalia's quads leapt and danced with every step, her tight waist seeming impossibly small in contrast.

When she reached me, she traced one finger down the center of my chest. "You're looking pretty delectable yourself, stud. Been hitting the weights hard for me?"

My skin tingled under her touch. "You know it, baby. Trying to keep up with my Amazon queen!"

Her ringing laughter shook her chest, making her cleavage quake mesmerizingly. Quick as a flash, she grabbed me by my shirt and jerked me against her firm body, capturing my lips in a molten kiss. I groaned, feeling utterly dominated by her power and strength.

After a moment, Natalia pulled back with a wicked grin. "Think you can satisfy me?" she hummed, trailing a finger along her collarbone. "I'm not an easy woman to please..."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll rise to the challenge," I rumbled against the honeyed skin of her neck. "Why don't you take me for a test drive and find out?"

"Promises, promises," she taunted, flexing her pecs. The striated mounds jumped and danced.

"Babe, you know I always deliver," I growled. In one swift move, I hoisted her up by her planetary glutes and set her on the counter, settling between her columnar thighs.

She wrapped those redwood legs around my waist and crossed her ankles, trapping me against her. "You better, because I've got stamina for days..." Natalia dragged me into another scorching kiss, her tongue battling mine for control.

I knew I was in for the ride of my life, and I couldn't wait. Worshiping this muscle goddess was my favorite pastime, and damn, was my girl built for sin...