There
was a lot of tension building up between the four of us. Becky
and I had gone clubbing with Donna and Dave. Becky and I
normally don’t care for such entertainment, too much noise,
too much booze. But we made an exception because Donna and
Dave had invited us and they seemed genuinely interested in
putting our friendship back together. After dancing we found a
relatively quiet corner where it was actually possible to have
a conversation. When a “ladies only” dance number was
announced Donna nudged Becky. The two of them went back out
onto the floor.
To Shania Twain’s I Feel Like a Woman they gyrated at the middle of the dance floor. The backlighting made Donna’s blond hair shimmer as she tossed it in all directions. She was fetchingly dressed in a low-cut little black dress. My wife’s lithe figure, in a black leather mini skirt and white blouse, was every bit her equal. I was so taken by both them sinuously moving to the music that I blocked out everything else.
Dave was staring intently at them as well. Being perhaps a bit too lubed he said, “You suppose they’re being totally up front with us about what they’re doing?”
“Yeah, sure, why not?” I replied.
But the long letter I had found, written by Donna to Becky, was not far from my mind. In it Donna had described in almost obsessive detail her thoughts and feelings during their last and very private wrestling match. She also recounted how the wresting had led to an explicit sexual encounter. But I wondered if they really made love or was Donna just making up a fantasy? I found it hard to believe that Becky would actually do something like that. I didn’t tell Becky that I had read the letter, hoping she would say something to me. But she never mentioned it.
That incident had taken place several months ago. Maybe now, at the club, it would be a good time to see what Dave suspected so I urged him to continue. He started talking about a much earlier match.
“It was really something when Donna and I invited Becky to
wrestle with us and she wore that sweet little monokini of
hers’. Wow! Those gals were serious! I don’t know what Becky
told you but I want you to know I would never do anything to
hurt her. In fact I kept Donna from doing some real damage
to her. Donna wanted to keep working her over even after she
had knocked her out.”
I had my doubts about Dave’s version of the story. For one thing I think he had developed an obsession for my wife. He would have loved any opportunity to get his hands in her pants even if she had to be rendered helpless first. For another thing, Becky had been bruised and sore for over a week from what had turned into a two against one beat-down. She never complained or said much about it. I’m always amazed how she can absorb so much pummeling and bounce back. Yet all my protective instincts were protesting this kind of thing taking place, especially when I wasn’t present. The possibility of someone getting badly hurt or seriously violated seemed more and more likely if this continued. But I had to admit I was a bit obsessed with our wives’ wrestling as well.
So I said, “Well maybe that’s the problem. You were there. I’m feeling like the odd man out.”
Dave leaned in empathetically and said in a low tone, “Hey, I’m hearing you buddy. To even things up would you like to have a go at Donna? She would be a handful let me tell ya’.”
The next day we received a formal invitation:
You are both invited to participate in a couples’ four-way wrestling match; the winner to be determined by elimination either by pin, surrender, or sleeper. Guy vs. guy, girl vs. girl. The winning guy to take on the winning girl to determine champion couple. Your house or ours?
Dave & Donna.
Knowing this was Dave’s answer to my expressed frustration I said I would be willing to take them up on their offer. But this seemed to bother Becky.
She said, “But what if the last two standing are you and me?
You gonna’ take me down?”
“Whatever you want, but if they both go down we can leave it
at that and declare victory.” 
That seemed to satisfy her but I still had the fleeting impression that she somehow resented me being involved. We accepted their offer. We laid out the floor pads and mattresses in the basement just as Donna and Dave arrived on the designated evening. Becky had already changed into a red and black bikini and was lounging on the deck. She had kept to herself all that afternoon. Donna and Dave went to the guestroom to dress and moments latter came out. Donna was wearing a snug aqua blue bikini with white piping. Her ample breasts were sharply defined by a top that was slightly too small. Dave was wearing a yellow competition swimsuit. I elected to wear a Speedo swimsuit as well.
We proceeded to go downstairs and size each other up. The girls were pretty evenly matched in skills, although Donna usually won by using her greater endurance to wear Becky down before knocking her out by a variety of means. She also was a lot more aggressive.
I, on the other hand, was at least fifteen pounds heavier than Dave and a pretty fair athlete. He didn’t seem to notice or care we would be a lopsided pairing. We flipped a coin to see if guys or girls would go first. Dave and I called it and were the first to go. Becky put a CD on that had a fast loud beat. The girls stood to the side with one arm around each other’s waist swaying to the music. Then they both raised a fist before doing a cheerleader kick while chanting, “Go, go, go!”
I wonder if they knew they presented a terribly distracting sight for both of us. Still, I was determined to win. Despite Dave portraying himself as a nice guy in the ring, I remember the video showing him pinning Becky’s arms and allowing his wife to gleefully take her down with a brutal knockout punch.
Dave came at me low and fast. He grabbed me around the waist
but I easily tossed him aside. Then I got him in a shoulder
hold and threw him to the floor. I was aware that we had to
be careful about crashing into walls or furniture. The girls
had been more deliberate and controlled in their past
wrestling than I had realized. At the same time I wanted to
humiliate Dave in front of our wives for what he had done to
Becky. But I wouldn’t resort to dirty tricks or low blows.
We struggled on the floor. Dave was smaller but strong. We
were more evenly matched than I thought we would be. I was
all the more amazed that Becky had pinned him in the first
round of their three-way. 
Even so, I had wrestled in high school and all my old training came back for me although he managed a few reverses. The girls hooted and hollered. Their wrestling had always been a mixture of dominating power and willing submission, their emotions complex. But for we guys the issue was simple; raw aggression and an overwhelming desire to win. Despite our restricted surroundings our competition intensified.
After what seemed like a long struggle, it was time to put this joker away. We were both in a kneeling position when I got him in a full nelson, forced him down on the floor, flipped him over on his back and pinned him with my full weight. He tried to wiggle free but I bore down until he blurted, “I give.”
I was panting and sweating. I was amazed when I noticed by a clock on the wall we had been going at it for less than fifteen minutes. It seemed much longer. I got up and triumphantly stood over him. He just lay there breathing heavily.
Donna jeered, “Finally met your match sweetie?”
Dave glared sullenly at her as he slowly got up. “Let’s see you do better.”
“Oh I think I will.” She winked and then turned to Becky, “Ready?”
The two women gave each other a prolonged hug before taking their positions. Donna patted Becky on the rear, her hand lingering on Becky’s bikini clad bottom. Dave looked at me in an odd way as if to say, 'It ain’t just the wrestling.'
But all friendship and affection vanished as our wives
engaged each other. They pushed and pulled, each trying to
knock the other off her feet. Becky backed Donna into the
sofa and she fell backwards into it. Becky came down on top
of her and they both squealed and strained until they rolled
off the sofa. Still locked together they rolled across the
floor, first one on top and than the other. The sight of
them rolling back and forth like this was incredibly sexy.
Suddenly Donna was sitting on top of Becky pulling her legs
up and back, bending her like a “V” with her legs spread and
her butt straight up in the air. Her face was turning a deep
red as the breath was squeezed out of her. Becky could only
give a muffled “Umph!" since Donna’s ass was on her
face. 
But with a mighty effort Becky uncoiled, propelling Donna
off of her. They paused and looked at each other for a
moment, both breathing heavily. Then Becky was on her feet.
She got behind Donna, locked her arms under Donna’s arms and
yanked her roughly up. Donna let out a cry, “Aiii!” As she
struggled to get her balance, Becky bent her forward
practically riding on her back as they both went down.
But instead of hitting the floor with Becky on top, Donna
managed a neat reverse and she sprang back up behind Becky
while pinning her arms at her sides. She twisted one arm
behind Beck’s back. The pain caused Becky to cry out and
arch her body back to relieve the pressure. But Donna worked
the arm and Becky was led around in a tight little circle
looking like a puppet whose strings were being jerked by a
demented puppeteer.
Becky seemed helpless but she somehow broke free only to
have Donna shove her violently to the mats. Donna came down
next to her and thrust one leg under her and the other over
her waist. She had Becky in a scissors and proceeded to
squeeze her hard around the middle. Becky gasped, “Yiiii!”
and tried to pry Donna’s legs apart. But Donna just rocked
her back and forth. Donna put her hands on the floor and
stood up on her arms to put her whole body into the hold.
Becky groaned. I thought she was done for and would
momentarily pass out.
Dave
egged on his wife, obviously excited by the scene of Donna
completely dominating my wife. “Go ahead, you’ve got her
now! Put her away!”
But I told Becky to hang in there as she closed her eyes and
gritted her teeth and strained to break the hold. She burst
free and as Donna tried to get up she pushed her back down
with a headlock. Becky then straddled Donna and now had her
in the “V” as she pulled her legs up. She abruptly let go
but only to impulsively grab and squeeze Donna’s crotch
before her legs dropped. Donna yelped in indignation and
surprise.
Donna was obviously angry. “I thought there was not going to
be anymore below the belt!” she shrilled indignantly. “But
if that is the way you want it....”
Becky
had only just risen to her knees when Donna grabbed her
between the legs and squeezed hard, her fingers digging into
Becky’s vagina. Becky let out a deep “Ohhh!” toppled forward
and doubled up into a ball while holding herself between the
legs with both hands. There was a pause. Donna let Becky
recover, either out of mercy or more likely because she
wanted to prolong a competition she was confident she was
going to win. I watched in grim fascination as Donna yanked
Becky to her feet and steadied her.
Donna pulled back her fist, “Okay, this is where it’s lights out for you!”
She was going for the knockout punch that she had demonstrated in the past she was so good at. She aimed carefully and then brought her fist around in a sweeping motion. But Becky ducked aside and Donna only connected with air. Surprised and off balance, Donna had set herself up for some of her own medicine. Becky knelt, locked her arms and drove a forearm smash into Donna’s gut. Donna’s eyes went wide with surprise and pain as she gasped and doubled over, slowly dropping to her knees.
Dave pleaded, “Come on bad girl. Get up. I know you can.”
Donna groaned while holding her stomach and looked up at my wife. Both their eyes reflected sympathy as if they were saying, 'We’re going overboard again, aren’t we? Maybe we need to back off?' But all tenderness vanished as Donna staggered to her feet. Now her attitude seemed to harden to one of, 'What the hell...!' They started to trade body blows. First one would hit the other in the gut with a loud “Thunk!” followed by a moan or a gasp and then the other would reciprocate.
It became an endurance contest to see who could absorb the
most punishment and remain standing. Several times it looked
like Becky was going to go down but she would recover and it
would be Donna’s turn to double up in pain after taking a
hit. I know it had to hurt like hell but the sight of our
two beautiful wives, wearing nothing more than small
bikinis, aggressively locked in a hard punching contest was
terribly exciting.
Becky
had told me that such blows caused her to wet herself,
particularly if she was hit low. I could tell she was
struggling to keep control, not wanting to repeat what had
happened during the three-way bout when she had very
noticeably peed in her swimsuit. This time they traded a
half a dozen punches. Both Dave and I were amazed at how
tough as well as sexy they both were as they engaged in such
fierce competition. It looked like Becky was getting the
worst of it but she gamely continued even though her abdomen
was almost the same color as her red bikini. 
Then Donna went low, her fist striking Becky at her bikini, just above her rounded mons. Becky doubled up and swayed unsteadily on her feet. Donna shoved her hard which sent her reeling backwards. She fell heavily onto the mat and then lay still, the fall causing her top to slip off one breast. She seemed to be partially or completely knocked out.
Donna came down next to her. She slapped her lightly on the cheek and tweaked her exposed nipple which caused Becky to open her eyes and give out a low moan. Donna immediately moved around behind her and put her in a full sleeper. Becky emitted a repeated “Uh, uh, uh!” as she surrendered to Donna’s embrace.
I wondered if Becky actually wanted it to happen this way. I knew being sleepered was very sensual for her. A series of contractions caused her body to tense and relax. I would have given anything to know what she was experiencing at that moment. It seemed that despite all the abuse she had just experienced she was in the throes of some sort of ecstasy. Then she abruptly went limp.
Donna relaxed her hold and stroked Becky’s hair while saying in a low voice, “Ah, there now… I gave you a little something special to remember this moment.”
Donna stood up and pulled Becky up with her as well. Becky
slumped insensibly in her arms. Donna hugged her tight,
savoring the feeling of holding her defeated friend. Then
she abruptly pushed her away. Becky fell down onto the couch
and dramatically rolled to the floor. She was completely
out.
Donna knelt over Becky and ran a hand down the length of her
body. Feeling no response, she teasingly massaged one of
Becky’s exposed butt cheeks and then flipped her over
loosely onto her back while shrilling, “Yeah, you’re gone!”
Dave, obviously excited about seeing Becky get knocked out,
hovered over her while checking her out. His prominent
erection left no doubt of how he was reacting to what he was
seeing and what he would like to do to her. Then he lost it,
his bulge throbbed and a damp stain abruptly emerged as he
ejaculated in his trunks.
Donna regarded her husband with a sneer of condemnation and then turned to me. “Think you can take me on? I’ll put you right down next to your wife. You’ll look good knocked out together. I would have let lover boy here dry hump your wife through her bikini but it appears seeing her little ass taking a tumble and now laying here with her legs spread just asking for it was too much for him. Too bad. After being sleepered she’s always ready for a good screwing whether she admits it or not.”
Dave let the comment pass and just grinned. What he really
wanted was to see some more action involving his wife taking
me on. They stared as I pulled Becky’s limp body off to one
side, sat her up, and made sure she was all right.
Donna used the time to catch her breath and while looking at Becky, now slumped against the couch, added, “You’ll be sorry you missed this.”
Donna seemed to be awfully confident that she could take me.
I was wary as she stood up and we began to circle each
other. Suddenly she lashed out with her fist but I deflected
it with my arm. So that’s how she wanted to play. But I
couldn’t bring myself to hit a woman. She continued to
strike at me and I parried. 
Remembering she was good at kicking I suddenly closed with her but moved quickly behind her and got her in a choke hold with one arm around her neck and the other around her chest. I could feel her breasts straining under her thin bikini. She was strong, fast, and obviously wanted to win. She struggled free but I spun her around. She tried to bring her knee up in my groin but I caught it, pulled up, and swept her off her feet. She came down hard.
She rolled away and hopped up. I thought of the phrase
'Energizer Bunny'. She just kept going and going. I was
starting to be less confident. Victory did not seem like
such a sure thing. I laid aside my scruples about hitting a
woman. I drove my fist into her gut at the waistline of her
bikini, low, just like she liked to deal out to my wife. Her
eyes bulged and she gasped as she doubled over. That seemed
to take some of the sass out of her. I had to admit it felt
good. I gave her a shove which caused her to tumble to the
floor. I flipped her on her back, straddled her, and
extended her arms over her head, pinning them at the wrists.
“Do you give?”
She just glared at me and thrashed so hard I lost my grip. Over and over we went across the floor. But I got her under me again. This time I put her in a wrestler’s pin with one arm around her shoulder and lifted her legs up with the other. This drove her shoulders deep into the mat. “Now do you give?”
She snarled, “Never!” and continued to struggle.
It was like she had become a totally different person. I don’t know how Becky could do as well as she did with her. It was time to put her away. I let go of her legs, pulled her up on her knees and punched her in the gut again. She jerked spasmodically and gave out a high pitched “Ahhh!” as she closed her eyes and bent forward so far her head was resting on the mat. This gave me the second I needed to get behind her and put her in a sleeper hold. Using the technique Becky had taught me I pulled her backwards onto me. I compressed her pressure point with my knuckles. She thrashed for what seemed like a long time and almost broke my hold but I could feel her resistance weakening. My face was buried in her hair. She was hot and perspiring and smelled of some kind of spice. I had such an intense hard-on it almost hurt.
Dave stood still and stared as I sent his wife plunging into
insensibility. Who was I kidding? I enjoyed knocking her out
immensely. My cock pushed hard against Donna's ass and I
almost lost it like Dave did. So this is what sexual
domination felt like? I had a fleeting fantasy of once
having knocked her out of stripping off her bikini and
forcefully entering her like Dave had had always wanted to
do with my wife. The victor should have the better of the
bargain.
But I wouldn’t go that far. Donna’s raspy breathing suddenly slowed. She sighed and her eyes drooped shut. Then her whole body went slack. I could tell the moment she went out by how flaccid she quickly became, like a punctured balloon after the air has escaped.
I let her lay on top of me, savoring for a few more seconds
the feel of her hot body against mine. Then I pushed her off
onto the mat until she was lying on her side. She looked so
helpless and calm where moments before she had been a
whirlwind of aggressive fury. The way she was laying caused
her well-shaped ass to be perfectly outlined by her tight
fitting swimsuit. I slapped her through her bikini and stood
up. I was both exhausted and exhilarated. So this is what it
is all about? This had been an exercise in total domination
and total victory. It felt great.
I looked over at Becky; she was leaning back against the couch in the same position where we had left her. She was still out and would remain out for quite some time.
Dave
patted me on the back, “Good job buddy. Doesn’t hurt Donna
to be brought down a notch or two. Now why don’t we give
them a little time together?”
I nodded as Dave picked up my wife under her arms, dragged her limp body over next to Donna, and laid her down flat on the mat. Both women were on their backs, but in opposite directions. It was easy to picture them making out with each other in the '69' position. I felt myself getting hard again while imagining Becky and Donna having sex with each other. But my aggression had dissipated. The way I had so utterly overcome and dominated both Donna and Dave seemed to somehow satisfy a point of honor and even the score.
Dave took note of my obvious excitement but since he had the damp stain on the front of his swimsuit he could hardly take exception to my reaction. Instead he repositioned his wife. As he did so he deftly removed her top while saying, “I know you want to see ‘em. She’s got quite a set doesn’t she? Don’t our two wives look drop dead beautiful together like this? You know they make out with each other. You do know that, don’t you?”
I thought back to all their prior wrestling matches, how
their competition was always both athletic and very
personal. They gave each other both pain and pleasure which
tapped into some inner drive they both shared. I had to
agree with Dave. The way the two of them were laid out on
the floor side-by-side was very sexy. I knew they had made
love with each other on at least one occasion after they had
wrestled. I was glad that they had both been knocked out
this time. Neither one could claim a victory over the other.
I was the one who had emerged triumphant over all three of
them. It seemed to put things to rights. It would be a good
ten minutes before our wives would start to recover. As they
gradually came to we left them alone until they indicated
they wanted to get up. They were both thoroughly wiped out
and so that was the end of our evening.
When
we got home I helped Becky get undressed and showered. Her
midsection was so tender and sore she could hardly bend
over. I was giving her a gentle massage on our bed when in a
still small voice she said, 
“I’m going to tell
you everything. But first make love to me.”
She was warm and very yielding. I was no longer surprised she wanted to have sex even after such tough wrestling. She talked for the better part of an hour. She admitted that Donna and she had sex with each other after the previous match. She also admitted she enjoyed it but it had been so wrong and she never wanted to do it again. It was a lot for me to accept. But the tension had broken. Very carefully we made love again. It was going to be okay with us. This chapter of our lives was over.
We somehow are able to maintain a friendship with Donna and
Dave. Once they had explored the outer limits of their
sensuality our wives seem content with being just friends.
Sometimes sex and violence are separated by a very fine
line. But to confuse the two can be dangerous and
destructive. It is time to quit. All future erotic wrestling
will just be between Becky and me; or so I hope.
The End
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