I have a feeling that after 4 years, he may not even still be reading these forums. But yeah, I'd love to hear an update too!
What I can share is my own experience though.... (And hey, it'd be cool if we could turn this into a thread for anyone with muscular wives to share their true stories. Any more of you guys out there?)
I'm in an interracial marriage (wife is black). She's always been a big girl and pretty strong. In college, she was a champion at shot put and considered playing on a womens' football team too. She put on some weight after having 2 kids (like a lot of women), but it's well proportioned, so it gives her a thick, solid look. (In fact, when we first met, she was showing me pictures from a state fair she had just been to with her ex-b/f. She won a prize at one of those "Guess my weight" booths when the guy bet she weighed about 240 and she weighed in at 285!) I'm 5'9" myself and she says she is too, although every time we stand next to each other, people say she's just slightly taller than me so I dunno... maybe she's closer to 5'10".
Anyway, her older kid from her previous marriage is a big guy too. He's still only a pre-teen but he's as tall as either of us these days. She took him to the doctor last month and when they got back, she said, "Wow! He's getting big! He's as tall as me and he weighs more than you!" (Last time I checked, I weighed around 192.)
A few days after that, they were arguing about him not finishing some homework and needing to get off of a video game. He didn't want to get up from the couch. She got mad and said, "Come here! Let me see something...." He reluctantly stood up and walked over to her. She proceeded to wrap her arms around his waist and picked him up off the ground, saying "You might be getting bigger, but I'm still bigger than you and strong enough to pick you up and carry you if i have to! You better start obeying!" (She had a pleased look on her face that told me she was kind of proud of herself for being able to lift him like that.)
Last week, I was in the kitchen with her as she was making dinner. I was trying to put together one of those pre-mixed salads but the bowl I wanted to pour it in was up in the very top cabinet shelf over the sink. It's just high enough so I usually have to grab a chair or step stool to get it unless I can just barely catch the edge of it with an outstretched finger and kind of flick it down from the shelf. I tried that method first, being lazy and not wanting to get a chair or stool. Didn't work. So next thing I know, she just comes up behind me and grabs my thighs and lifts me straight up, holding me up to get it. I grinned and said, "There ya go!" She laughed, putting me back down again, and said "That's why you married a big girl instead of one of those skinny little things, right?"