A hot surge of excitement pulses through me as I prepare my coup de grace`. Having just been sleepered by you a few minutes ago, I still feel like I’m moving in a dream-like reality. Yet within that reality my senses are alert. I slam you against the wall with a low punch. I follow with a temple slap which stuns you. I don’t really want to hurt you. But I do want to see you lying at my feet in total defeat. That will be a real turn on for me. Who knows what I will do after that. But I will be respectful; after all, we are friends. Even so, I am now about to indulge in the exquisite pleasure of knocking you out...
This was part of a letter Donna had written to my wife Becky describing their latest wrestling match. I knew it had taken place but not what had happened afterwards. What started out as just a fun entertainment for two couples apparently tapped into our wives’ hidden aggressions and perhaps deep-seated desires to dominate and be dominated. Becky is so normal otherwise and, as far as I know, so is Donna. Until now I didn’t know if these violent encounters had ever led to anything else. Becky says no, and up until now I believed her. The conclusion of this letter, however, very explicitly says otherwise.
Every time Becky and Donna wrestle they seem to up the
stakes. They last competed in the presence of their
coworkers from their respective fitness centers. However,
for me, an earlier episode remains the most provocative. It
was a private match with no one else present to watch and in
which Donna’s husband Dave also participated. The two of
them joined in a brutally executed finale which left Becky
knocked out. 
Since I wasn’t there, the video of that three-way match is my preferred one to watch over and over again. Maybe what interests me is the way Becky holds her own as she takes them on individually, being overpowered and knocked out only after Donna and Dave break the rules they had agreed on and take her down two-against-one. The last scene of the video is of Becky lying unconscious and stretched out on the mat, her body perfectly defined by her form-fitting monokini. What I did not yet know was how Dave had then sleepered Donna to get her out of the way and proceeded to take liberties with my insensible wife, stopping just short of having sex with her.
I also suspected, but did not fully know, the extent to which these matches were the way my wife and Donna were dealing with the growing erotic tension between them. Domination wrestling seemed to be a way of acting on these feelings without actually having sex with each other. But now I was to learn that this latest episode may have taken the two of them over the edge.
It had all started after a stressful week at work for both of them. Donna had invited Becky over to her house to unwind in their basement hot tub before we would all go out for supper later that evening. I didn’t think it was a good idea for Becky and Donna to be alone with each other. She said not to worry; she was going to take a walk on the beach before going over to Donna’s house and there wouldn’t be much time before I got there.
When I arrived at the house they were both in the hot tub
and Dave was yet to show. Becky was clad in her orange
bandeau bikini that she usually wore for sunning or the spa.
Donna was wearing her very tight white bikini. My heart took
a little skip. Donna looked very voluptuous in her brief
attire but I also knew it was her favorite fighting outfit.
I asked, “What have the two of you been up to? You didn’t....”
Becky broke in, “Yes, we wrestled. It just happened, okay?
Donna had her camcorders going so we have a tape of it.
You’ll like it. A few bruises but everything’s cool.”
We proceeded with our evening out. The girls seemed giddy. That night Becky wanted to go straight to bed without so much as a kiss. After she fell asleep I looked at her and wondered if this was really the person I thought I knew. Sometimes I almost think there is an alter ego that emerges when she and Donna wrestle each other. Several days later Becky presented me with the DVD Donna had given her. I had to admit, like the others, it was very enjoyable to watch. But after viewing it a number of times I was left with the suspicion that, like the three-way match, more had happened than was shown on the recording.
The next day I asked Becky if there was anything she wanted to tell me. She just said the encounter had been scripted by Donna so I should simply enjoy it for what it was. We dropped the conversation. But not long after, I was home alone and I noticed a bulky letter sticking out of Becky’s gym bag. Curiosity got the best of me. I pulled it out and found the letter was already open. It was a full account of this latest match of theirs. I was shocked when I read it but not all together surprised. It both disturbed and fired my imagination. Here is the entirety of the letter:
Becky, I hope we can remain friends, even after all we have done. I like and respect you. And yet we have this insatiable need to engage in combat with each other. We play our little games; we pretend we are always surprised when it comes to this. But we want it. At least I want it. It sates a passion in me I can’t really describe. I won’t deny I get sexually aroused. I know you do too. You worry that it is lesbian attraction. But I never really thought so, at least until now. But I still think it has more to do with competition, overpowering, and being overpowered; yet at the same time feeling safe with each other. Too bad it is the one thing we don’t talk about. I admit I was wanting to wrestle with you when I invited you over last week. That was my plan all along.
I start giving you a hard time, trying to provoke you. You take the bait. You can’t tell me you didn't want to do it too. You’re just as into it as I am. We “argue” back and forth as I say I have a new and even more efficient technique for sleepering someone out. I set up one of my cameras as you protest you don’t want to do it, that you had recently been sleepered by your husband and you liked it better with him because he wasn’t violent like me. I’m not buying it.
As I disrobe I feel your eyes boring into me. By the way, you look fit to be tied in that yellow tunic cover-up you’re wearing. You want to have a go at it. I know you do. Why are you lying to me? Then you turn your back and I slip up behind you and get you in a full nelson. I force you down on the couch even though you twist and turn violently. But I have you in my control and then I sleeper you with my new method of using my knuckles with a hard concentrated pressure. The technique works beautifully. You go out like a light. You end up laying face down, your upper body on the couch while your legs trail out on the floor. I hope I gauged the pressure so that you will be out for just a minute or two, only what is necessary to get the wildcat in you unleashed. I want you to come back at me with everything you’ve got.
I turn you over and swing your legs up on the couch. As you lay there I throw some cushions and mats on the floor and then I turn my attention back to you. I strip you for action by pulling off your tunic. I’ve never seen the cute little orange bikini you are wearing under it. Perfect. You’re dressed for the occasion. You wake abruptly and sit up rubbing your neck. You try to come across as petulant but I know you love it. Being sleepered turns you on. Let it go kid. Let’s see where this takes us. You nod as
if you are reading my thoughts and then you explode and are all over me.
Down we go to the mats while flailing away at each other. I push you down into a pin position repeatedly but you battle your way out of it time and again. Over and over we roll, first one on top and then the other. Neither of us can gain an advantage.
As we grapple I am confident I can wear you down. Finally I manage to embrace you from behind. I have you in a prolonged bear hug as I pick you up. You thrash violently which causes your bandeau top to bunch up under your boobs. When your struggles start to diminish I let you slip through my arms and slide to the floor. You lay still while breathing hard. FIGURE KO3-9-HERE
But I won’t give you the luxury to recover fully. I pull you up to a standing position. I decide to take you for a little ride. I bend over and pull you across my back. I straighten up until you are draped across my shoulders face down. You don’t resist much. I feel your hard body and soft heat as I hold you tightly against myself. I spin around several times and then let you slid off. You end up back on the floor, lying there with your arms and legs splayed out in all directions. I back off to admire my handiwork and to let you regain your senses.
With some effort you pull yourself together. You stagger slowly to your feet. I gotta give you credit. Your recovery time is impressive. But still I am surprised when you lunge at me with balled fists, giving me a hard one-two punch in the gut. I’m caught off guard and the impact knocks the air out of me. I gasp and go weak in the knees. Now you swing and connect with my cheek. I really wasn’t expecting it. That’s more my style. I go “Umff!” as I spin around and see stars.
I stay on my feet and manage to shove you away from me. You fall back on your ass. This gives me enough time to get my balance. But you are all over me in a flash. You don’t allow time for the pain from your blows to subside. Very good. It’s
what I would have done. You jump on me while grabbing me around the shoulders and neck and down on the couch we go. You come down on top of me with a full body press, pushing me into the cushions. I struggle underneath your weight. Nice huh? I know the feeling. Now you are standing up again. You pull me up and slam your fist into my solar plexus. God! That hurt! I choke. I double over and reel backwards. I can’t breath. Suddenly you’re around behind me. You embrace me under my boobs and pull me upright. Then your arms are around my neck compressing my pressure point.
Unexpected! But man-oh-man, you know how to do it! At first all I feel is pain. But then the pain abruptly disappears, replaced by a very pleasant tingling sensation that envelops my whole body. I am now helpless but I don’t care. There’s no audience I have to impress. So take your time. Make it happen slowly. Everything is hazy and warm. This is feeling soooo good that it’s making me wet. I’m drifting out of consciousness. The last thing I’m aware of is sliding to the floor with a deep groan of ecstasy. I feel myself floating as I surrender completely to the mindless bliss.
I wake up and you are sitting next to me, gazing down at me. You say I’ve been out for just a few minutes. I’ll take your word for it but it seems like it was longer. Did you do anything to me while I was all yours’? Now it’s my turn. My sweet oblivion is replaced by an intense desire to take you down. Being sleepered seems to mellow you but it just makes me more violent. You allow me to lie there until I recover. Your mistake, unless you want what I’m about to do to you.
I suddenly lunge at you. We wrestle all over the room, sometimes on our feet, sometimes on our knees and sometimes rolling around on the floor. Ah, what delicious intensity! You’re breathing heavily now. Your face is red and flushed. We stand up and lock hands, pushing and pulling against each other. This is an endurance test. All the muscles in our bodies strain. For a while you hold your own. But gradually I feel you weaken. I force you to your knees.
I seem to always be able to outlast you. Your cat-like moves are a compliment to my strength. But you wear down before I do. I can always sense when you’re weakening. I can take you out now. Do you want to surrender first? You’re sitting upright in front of me, your head bowed. You’re mine to do as I please. Maybe you think I’ll just sleeper you. That would be a nice little turn-on wouldn’t it? But before we do that I want to rock and roll some more.
I pull you to your feet and steady you. My eyes wander up and down the length of your body. Your little swimsuit looks really good on you. The orange color draws me. I decide to go low and drive my fist into you right below the waistline of your bikini panties. The nylon offers scant protection. Even though you are superbly conditioned that area seems to be a particularly weak spot for you. You go “Oomph!” I feel your solid muscles absorb my knuckles and then rebound. The impact throws you back. You grimace, as your body slams back against the wall. Your knees start to buckle as you moan “Ohhh!”
Maybe I’ll go even lower with the next blow? A little pussy jab? Nah, I won’t do that again. It might make you pee your pants like you did that time with Dave and me. I’ll spare you the embarrassment not to mention the pain. You start to slide down the wall. But before you reach the floor I pull you upright and out into the center of the room, steady you with one hand, and with the other deliver a quick hard smack to your temple. Your head snaps back and your arms fly up as you cry out, “Yiii!” Your whole body twists in a wild spin before going down and hitting the floor mat hard. You lay there sprawled on your back. You can’t take anymore; you’re done. I stand back to look at my handiwork. Ah, the satisfaction of beating you into submission!
I sit down above your head. I grab you under the arms and pull you up into a sitting position in front of me. I smell sun tan oil mixed with the salty scent of your exertion. I think you’re right on the verge of passing out. You don’t offer any resistance. The time is right. I stroke the side of your face and whisper in your ear, “Are you ready to let me do it to you sweet cakes?”
I don’t know whether you can hear me but you respond to my touch, it seems to soothe you. I use my new sleeper technique again. With both hands I feel for your pressure points on the sides of your neck. Then I begin to kneed with my knuckles, grinding harder and harder. You stiffen, throw your head back, and let out an “Ahhhh!” Your legs kick spasmodically as they splay out at sharp angles. Your hands come back and weakly grab for my arms. But your efforts are futile. I feel the intense pleasure that comes from having you completely under my control.
I apply more pressure, but oh so gradually. The longer it takes for you to go out the longer we can both enjoy it. You strain against me and arch your back. You manage a short sultry gasp as you surrender to my embrace. I’m loving this. You obviously are too by the way your pussy is thrusting up and down. You sigh deeply and I feel a ripple of small quick convulsions pass through your body just before you go out. I release my hold. You lean back against me. I get up on my knees and push you away. You crumple to the floor and end up lying spread-eagled on your stomach. You don't move. I pick up one hand and let it drop lifelessly to your side. I slap you lightly on your butt. No response. I feel exhilarated. I have completely knocked you out!
Your breathing is slow but regular so I know you are all right. I run my hand through your hair and smooth it down some. All my aggression has slipped away, replaced by a desire to be close and intimate. I massage the inside of your thighs and slowly work up to your pussy. I feel you respond as you start to come around. I turn you onto your back. I straddle you, feeling your body heat. I lean over and brush the hair out of your eyes and kiss you long and lovingly. You know what’s happening, but for a change you do not protest.
I get up on my knees. This time we are going to do it. I’m tired of wondering. I’m not a lesbian, but having sex with each other is the flip side of violence. We have to know what it does for us. I’ve been intimate with you when you were knocked out but that’s not enough now. You’ve wanted to go all the way too; I know you have. You lean back inviting me to have my way with you. I strip off my bikini.
I’m now completely nude as I kneel over you. I undo your top and pull it away. I give you a little neck and back massage even though there is not an ounce of tension in your body. You’re ready to go further. I slip my hand down between your legs and lightly stroke your most sensitive area through your bikini. I work my fingers underneath the nylon and feel your warm wetness. You groan and spread your legs a little further apart. I take this as permission to continue. I start to pull down your bikini panties but you hold them in place and lay your hand on mine. Okay, okay,
I’ll slow down. I again caress you through your swimsuit.
I lean down between your legs and kiss you through your bikini as I stroke your inner thighs. You arch your back, thrusting your pussy up into my face. You moan softly as I now slide your bikini bottoms all the way off without any further protest from you. Now we are both naked. You lay passively. I come down beside you. You tense up again. I place my hand behind your head and begin to kiss you, first on your lips, then down your neck and then your
breasts. Your nipples harden as I run my tongue around them. I did this once before with you, back on the island, but you were unconscious at the time. Remember how I then woke you up by masturbating you?
Now you relax as your breathing deepens and your lips part. I kiss you on the mouth and you respond with a yearning kiss of your own accompanied by a low sigh.
Your hands come up and start to stroke my back. Then you touch the sides of my breasts. That feels really good. I scoot forward and lift up. You kiss my nipples and at the same time one hand goes down over my ass. You come around to my front and find my hot spot. You rub with just enough pressure. You little fox! I almost explode! I return the favor; a woman knows exactly where to touch a woman. You give a yelp of intense pleasure.
We tightly embrace, breathing hard, flushed with desire. We know this is the point of no return. You have never gone all the way with another woman have you? Neither have I, at least like this. That’s about to change. I lay down beside you. We kiss while at the same time fingering each other’s vaginas. We rub each other harder as we both start quivering as we both get hotter and wetter.
I climb on top of you. An instant later our bodies coil like springs as we both cry, “Ah, ah, ah!” We spasm and come at the same instant. We hold each other tightly as our mutual orgasms wash through us. When the tension finally drains out of us we end up again side by side lightly kissing each other. This was good for me and you can’t tell me it wasn’t good for you too. I’m glad we
finally did it, even if we never do it again.
Moments later we help each other put our bikinis back on. Just before I pull your top into place I lean over and kiss one of your still very erect nipples. You gently push me away. It’s over for now. We soak away our soreness and exhaustion in the hot tub. We are soon mellow and relaxed. We laugh and giggle. It is like we are high or something. What happened between us will stay between us. Afterwards we talk about our husbands. We continue to play our little games.
Your friend, Donna
I put the letter back where I found it. I think Becky is
feeling guilty. It was upsetting for me to imagine my wife
sexually involved with another woman. I admit it was a hot
fantasy when it was just that - a fantasy. But the reality
causes me to resolve to even things up with the two of them.
Okay, if wrestling makes them so hot, let’s see what happens
when both Dave and I get involved in a winner-take-all match
and the knockouts are no love taps.
End of Chapter 4
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