It’s Tuesday afternoon, around 5 o’clock
and I’m sitting in my car waiting for my wife Karen to finish work. She’s an advisor at the corporate office of a
large firm. Ha! Here she comes. She opens the door, sits in and slams it
shut. “Rough day, I see?” She stares ahead. “Hmphh.
Drive! I need to get away from
this place.” So I leave and the ride is
pretty quiet. “Anything you want to talk
about honey?” She looks pissed. “I’ll tell you later. Can you finish early tomorrow? It’s important. I’d like you to pick me up at around 3:00 and
we’ll go directly to the beach. There’s
a nice quiet spot on Sinclair Lake and I want to be there by 4:00”. The idea sounds good to me so I tell her that
I’ll pick her up.
Karen is still pretty quiet all evening and
I know there’s something bothering her.
It’s 10 o’clock and she tells me that she wants to go to bed early. I’m watching TV when she asks: “Can you join
me, hun. I need you tonight.” I take this as a sign that she either wants
to cuddle or have sex to let out her frustration, whatever it is. So we go to bed early and I sleep naked, so I
cuddle her, expecting her to perhaps open up about her day. She’s still quiet. She’s wearing small black panties and a white
t-shirt. I’m comfortable and relaxed
when she suddenly sits up on the side of the bed, takes of her t-shirt by
lifting it above her head then throws it on the floor. She gets on the bed, on her knees moves
towards me, grabs my wrists, pins them above my head and straddles me. I’m thinking to myself YES!! We’re having sex. Then, out of nowhere she blurts out: “Wanna
wrestle?” My adrenaline hits the roof
and my heart starts pounding. Before I
have a chance to answer, she lies down on me, pressing her warm body against mine,
then she wraps her smoothly shaved legs around mine and grapevines me. I can feel her body tightening, her hands
squeezing my wrists, and her legs extending, spreading mine in the process as I
feel like my knees about to pop from the pressure. She has me pinned on the bed and she says
firmly: “Fight me”. My wife is no
slouch. She works out and is quite
strong. At about 115 lb, she’s not big,
but I know that she could handle herself quite well if she ever fought another
woman. Her legs are very strong and she
has me firmly pinned. I weigh about 175
lb and I am trying as hard as I can to get her off of me but she is so
aggressive tonight that I can’t shake her off.
Of course, this excites me like nothing else and my dick is hard as an
oak tree… So needless to say, we wrestle
as foreplay and have the best sex ever…
What a night!!
The next morning, we get dressed for work
and she’s looks tense again. I jokingly
ask her: “You look stressed. Wanna
wrestle?” She looks at me with a serious
grin. ”OK, honey. Here’s what’s going. You know that boney-assed bitch Margaret from
work. That stuck up senior director that
I keep telling you about. She’s my
manager’s boss, so technically I work for her. So, I was presenting at a meeting yesterday and
the bitch cuts me off in the middle of my presentation and starts complaining
about my strategy. She made me look like
a fool in front of other senior managers.
So I told her off and we started arguing during the meeting until the
company president told us to leave and settle our differences outside of the
boardroom. It was an awkward moment. So, the bitch calls me to her office and I
ask her what her fucking problem is. We almost got into a physical
altercation, right in her office. We
can’t stand each other. So, I told her
that she’s lucky we’re not outside because I’d beat the shit out of her. Now this is where it gets complicated. She took me up on my challenge.” I tried to wrap my head around what I just
heard. Umm what do you mean she took you
up on it.” You’re gonna fight it
out?”
She took a deep breath and
continued her explanation: “We both agreed that there is only one way for us to
settle our problem. It’s like in high
school when the hero meets the bully after school and beats the crap out of
him. I know I can take her. So we mutually agreed to meet after work…, at
Lake Sinclair, today at 4h00. My head
starts spinning as I can’t clearly process what I’m thinking. “Seriously?
Let me get this straight. You and
your senior director are going to fight like school girls after hours? On the
beach? Later today?” Needless to say, I already have
an erection and need more details. Yes,
we agreed to fight and the loser has to obey the winner and leave her
alone. So once I beat the shit out of
her, she’ll stop bugging me and I’ll have bragging rights over her.” Then I ask her the wrong question: “Um, what if you
end up losing? Then what?” Karen stares me right in the eyeballs and
snaps back: “Are you kidding me? There’s no way that bitch can take me. Did you ever see her? Ugly faced, flat shoes, no tits, skinny ass
short haired weakling whore. I can’t
wait to take her down and sit on her face.
I’ll show her whose boss now.”
Now I’m not sure if I’ll be able to go to work today because my mind
will be focused on one thing and one thing only. My lovely wife Karen fighting another woman,
on the beach… I’ll walk around with a
hard-on all friggin’ day.
So I drop my wife to work and as
anticipated, my day is a total washout.
I can only think about her fighting this other woman, her senior
director no less. Unbelievably hot and
sexy!! My wife is 31 years old and
weighs about 115 lb. She told me that
Margaret is 42 years old and weighs about the same. They both have small breasts but who cares…
all I can think of is that they are going to fight today. So after
what feels like an eternity, I finish early and, as planned, I wait for my wife
at 3:00. She gets in the car, smiles, gives me a
kiss and says: “Let’s do this. The bitch has it coming.” I look at her and she’s all pumped up. I’ve never seen her like this… well, maybe
last night…, but never before then. I
ask her how her day went and if she’s still serious about going ahead with this
fight. “I’ve never been so sure of anything, honey. We crossed each other’s path in the ladies
room today and we were both civilized. But
we’re going ahead with our fight. We
need to settle our grudge. Oh, and we
went through some rules. I have some
good news for you and some bad news...
The
bad news first: We’re not going to hit, slap or scratch each other. We still need to go to work tomorrow and not
look like we’ve been in a boxing match.
So, we fight hard, kind of like wrestling or grappling, until one of us
submits and admits defeat to the better woman.
Me of course…” I’m okay with
that. I don’t want my wife to get hurt
and for me, wrestling or grappling is hotter than punching and scratching
anyway. If that’s the bad news I wonder
what the good news can be. “Now for the
good news, for you anyway… We decided to
wrestle topless. I'm wearing my favorite flowered
bikini that you bought me for my birthday and we're taking our tops off. Woman to woman. Body to bitch’s body. I’m so psyched honey. I can picture myself pinning the bitch and making her beg. Oh, I want this really badly.” I would like to tell her that I also want
this really badly, but I just smile.
We arrive at the lake and I park the car close
to a small sand trail. There is a silver
Mercedes parked nearby. Karen looks at
me and says: “That her car. She’s already here. So this is going to happen.” She removes her high heel shoes, blouse and
skirt, and I see that she already has her bikini underneath. She ties her hair in a ponytail, checks
herself in the visor mirror, smiles and gives me a kiss. Surprisingly, she looks quite relaxed. As we walk down the sandy trail toward the
beach, Karen stops, pulls my arm to turn me aside and says: “Listen to me carefully, honey. No matter what.., I repeat…, no matter what,
you will NOT say a word nor will you intervene or interfere in our fight. You will not stop it for any reason
whatsoever. This is between me and her
and the only way we can settle this to our satisfaction is for one of us to
make the other submit, without any outside interference. Got it?
I mean it. Do you understand what
I just said? This is very important to
me. You can watch, but you must promise
that you’ll not do anything else.” Well,
I think her message is quite clear. So I agree
with her terms. We arrive at this
clearing near the water, and Margaret is there, in a pink bikini, sitting on a
beach blanket and talking on her cellphone.
Karen puts her hand on my chest to stop me from walking further and
says: “OK. That’s close enough. Don’t come any closer. And stay at least 10 feet away from where we
will fight. I told her that my husband
was coming with me. That arrogant bitch
actually said that she was pleased because she’ll be able to beat me in front
of you. The nerve… Anyway wish me luck and watch me go at her!” Karen walks away as I admire her sexy ass and
legs, and think about how lucky I must be to soon watch her fight another
woman, on a secluded beach with no one else but me around.
I watch from about 20 feet away as Margaret
gets up and the two women are now face to face, in their bikinis. I have no idea what they are saying, but it
sounds serious. Karen reaches behind her
back and starts unhooking her bikini bra as Margaret turns around and walks
toward her blanket. She unhooks her pink bikini top, and throws it near the
blanket, then turns toward Karen, wipes
her bare breasts with her hands to remove some sweat from her skin and then
both women approach each other, arms extended, ready to pounce. I feel the tension rise as they try grabbing each
other’s hands. Karen seizes Margaret’s
hand and makes the first move.
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My wife Karen makes the first move and tries to twist Margaret's arm. |
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My wife Karen is on her back and Margaret works her over as their feet dig in the sand. |
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Margaret is in control so far as Karen tries to move around to escape her many holds. |
Margaret tries to get in a better position to mount Karen and possibly straddle her. But Karen holds on to Margaret with her arms as Margaret drags her body on the sand. "Come on Karen. She's soundly beating you, honey. Fight harder." This is incredible. I'm thinking that last night, my wife who I consider strong had me firmly pinned in bed, and today, she's being thoroughly dominated by a woman of roughly her same size and weight. That senior director of her's must go to the gym, because she looks pretty strong.
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Margaret tries to get into a better position but Karen holds on desperately. |
Margaret now has her legs on each side of Karen, but before she gets in position to mount Karen, my wife wraps her legs around Margaret's midsection and squeezes with all her might. I could hear her moan and grunt as she tries desperately to get any advantage that she can. "Come on Karen. Squeeze her..."
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With Margaret still on top, my wife wraps her legs around her waist and squeezes with all her might |
Margaret gets on her feet but Karen won't let go of her body scissors hold. Karen pulls Margaret's head towards her as she tries to get a submission, but Margaret won't have any of that as she strains to lift her head to get in a more dominant position.
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Karen pulls Margaret's head toward her as she squeezes her waist in a failed submission attempt |
After a long struggle, Karen can't hold on Margaret's head anymore and releases her grip. Margaret immediately lifts her body higher off the ground and grabs Karen's wrists to prevent her from pulling Margaret down again. Karen won't let go of her scissors. I'm looking at my wife in complete amazement: a businesswoman, topless, on a secluded beach, wrestling with intensity and passion against a senior director from her office. I can sense the animosity between these two very intelligent, highly educated, well-payed women in their 30s and 40s, fighting like two high school girls over a boyfriend. But these are mature women wrestling, not high school kids...
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Margaret is on her feet as my wife keeps her body scissors locked |
Margaret turns around as if she was attempting a scorpion hold. Karen lets go of her scissors before being caught in the submission hold. Still on the ground, my wife tries to get up, but Margaret quickly gets her legs wrapped around Karen's head as she grabs my wife's left arm and pulls it toward her. My wife makes sounds as if she is in serious pain, but she hangs on. Margaret tightens her strong legs as she goes for a head scissors hold. She really works my wife over. I hear Karen sounding upset: "Arghhh!! Bitch! Unghhh!!" She grabs Margaret's arm but can't free herself this way. Oh my God!!! I think it's over. My poor wife is in a heap of trouble and can't escape the tight hold. Margaret shouts out in a stern tone: "GIVE?" Karen is hurting. She replies: "Nooo! Nooo!"
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Margaret in full control asks my wife if she submits. Karen cries out that she won't submit. |
Oh no!!! Margaret rolls her body 90 degrees and takes Karen along with her. She then pulls my wife closer to her with her arms in what looks like a choke hold, then adjusts her her strong legs around my poor wife's waist and squeezes in a tight body scissors hold. The beach is no longer quiet as my wife lets out a loud scream of agony: "Arghhhh!!! Owww! Arghhhhh!!" Margaret shouts over Karen's screams: "GIVE? I'll break your ribs if you don't give, bitch." Karen kicks her legs in one last ditch effort to escape the python hold around her waist. I feel bad for my wife. She's in such agony. I finally raise my voice loud enough for my wife to clearly hear me: "C'mon Karen. Don't give honey. Fight her babe, fight her." My wife answers back to me in a tone of anguish and despair: "I can't. I can't. Arghhh!! No! No! Arghhh!!" Again, Margaret shouts out: "GIVE? You're going nowhere honey. I'll make you give if it breaks you in two." Karen sounds like she's sobbing: "No! Arghhh! No! I can't lose in front of my husband. Arghhh!" Margaret replies in a bitchy tone as she tightens her legs even more around Karen's helpless body: "You should have thought of that before taking me on in front of him. Now this is your last chance bitch. GIVE!!" Karen is finished, exhausted, unable to escape this submission hold: "Arghh! OK! OK! I give! I give! You win. You're the better woman."
Margaret releases the hold, gets up and walk away and as she walks she says: "Remember our bet. You're mine now, honey!" I run over to Karen as she holds her stomach with her arms, visibly in pain. I ask her if she's ok. She looks at me and although her eyes are red, her body is sore and her pride is shot down, she says: "Damn, she's good. I'll give her that. But you know what, I lost this fight, but I caught the bug. I want to wrestle again, win or lose. The experience is exhilarating. I'll have to deal with her at work, but I want to fight again, but against someone else." Well, of course I'm not going to argue with her.
Even with her sore ribs, we wrestled that night as a prelude to sex, and the sex was out of this world, and has been ever since. Hmmm... We're still looking to find her more opponents.
Even with her sore ribs, we wrestled that night as a prelude to sex, and the sex was out of this world, and has been ever since. Hmmm... We're still looking to find her more opponents.
Great Story was hoping to see Karen come out with the win, but I also enjoy seeing the villain win now and again.
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