My wife’s wrestling encounters with Donna and Cindy had each time left her bruised and battered. I was beginning to think that even though this was all very exciting, it was going too far; and this was before I knew all that had occurred during the three-way match involving Donna’s husband Dave. Becky usually was the one who ended up being either sleepered into unconsciousness or knocked out. Her opponents then seemed to think they had won the right to take further advantage of her in a variety of ways. In the last match she had been stripped naked and left laying out on the carpet after Cindy had repeatedly knocked her out.
I shared my concerns with Becky, telling her she was playing with fire. I asked why she was still so into this despite the defeat and humiliations she had endured. Sure, I liked the sexy aspect of watching her wrestle; it was a real turn-on. But every match seemed to be getting more extreme, more violent. I was afraid someone eventually was going to get seriously hurt.
Her response was unanticipated. She asked me to sleeper her. She said it was a very sensual experience for her and then she promised she would tell me something about herself that she had never revealed. My curiosity got the best of me and I agreed. She went into our bedroom. When she called me to come in the curtains had been pulled, a scented candle bathed the room in sandalwood, and soft rock played on the radio. She had a coy look on her face and was wearing only red nylon panties and a short T-shirt.
She had me knelt behind her and told me how to apply the sleeper hold. She cautioned me to release her the instant I felt her go slack. Then she purred for me to go for it. As prepared to put her in the hold she gave out a little sigh of anticipation. I applied pressure and pulled her back toward me. She groaned and struggled by pulling at my arms and her feet kicked the mattress. I had just concluded this was a bad idea and was about to let go when all of a sudden she arched her back and then went limp.
I released her as she became dead weight in my arms. I let her fall back onto the bed. She lay still, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Although she was breathing regularly, she was totally unconscious. There was not an ounce of tension in her entire body. I ran my hands slowly up and down her lithe form. There was no response. I just gazed at her for the two or three minutes she was out.
She woke up with a sigh, a smile spreading across her face. She looked up at me with an evil grin, “I want you in me right now!”
I was glad to oblige. She whipped off her shirt and panties and positioned herself under me. She gave out a guttural groan of pleasure as she came. After our passion was sated I went for wine glasses and a bottle of white zinfandel and brought them back to the bedroom. After she drained her glass she turned over on her stomach. This was her way of telling me she wanted a massage. I started with her neck and shoulders and worked my way down her back. When my hand got to her butt she spread her legs slightly, inviting me to go lower. She sighed as I stroked her to another climax.
She rolled back over, laid her head on my shoulder and started her story. She took me back fifteen years when she was a shy university freshman away from home for the first time. She began:
As you already know, I shared an apartment with a girl I had met through a want ad. She had a tongue twister of a name: “Wrendella.” But everyone called her "Wren." It was a cute name for a cute girl. Wren was always polite, never depressed, and had loads of friends. She always looked sharp and all the guys ogled her. What was not to like? She was slender, beautiful, with doe eyes, and styled long blond hair.
Wren and I became friends even though we were not the least bit alike. I just went to classes and pretty much kept to myself except for sports. But Wren bounced from one boyfriend to another. One night I came in late and she was necking with a guy on the couch. Her skirt was hiked up and her blouse was unbuttoned. I guess I thought they were going to do it. I offered to bunk out for the night but they both just got up and she showed him to the door. He said good night and that was it… go figure. Then she casually told me she was still a virgin.
One thing Wren and I liked to do together was working out. One day we had changed to go to the pool and for some reason started horsing around in the apartment. We were in our one-piece swimsuits. We were both in a goofy mood and we started wrestling on the floor. I pinned her and got up. She laughed and said she wanted to keep going. She pulled me down on the couch and pinned me to the cushions with her body. Suddenly we stopped struggling and just stared at each other. Before we knew it we started making out. It was nothing serious, just some really innocent kissing, petting, and stuff.
“Got you!” she chirped.
It ended as fast as it began. She jumped up, laughing, and went looking for her shorts and shoes. I sat up breathing heavily and smiling. I knew I was blushing. I think I might have been more than a little turned on.
You also recall Matt and Charlie, friends of Wren. One time the three of them came to one of my ballgames and we all went that evening. It was a good time. Charlie noticed that I really loosened up once I had a few beers. You know how alcohol goes right to my head; it did even more so back in those days.
A week later we all went out again, this time to a dance. When we got back to the apartment Matt had a bottle of tequila and we started to pass it around. They were coaxing me drink and seemed to enjoy watching what it did to me. We all ended up sitting on the floor even though we girls were in skirts. Wren told them about how she and I had wrestled. That seemed to get the boys all excited. They asked if we would wrestle in front of them.
Wren was pretty tanked and she started to playfully shove me. “Come on, let’s wrestle again,” she whined as she playfully pushed me.
By now I was sloshed and my inhibitions had melted away. Charlie told me to take another swig on the bottle, which I did. Wren gave me another push. Okay, I thought, let’s do it. I felt loose, I felt sexy, and I felt I could do anything. I started to stand up but that last jolt of tequila did it – I passed out and fell to the carpet.
So there I was, totally out, lying there in a short skirt. That must have excited Matt and Charlie immensely. I woke up and far from feeling sick, I felt really relaxed and mellow. I had never passed out before and I guess I made the connection between passing out and feeling uninhibited and sexy. I know it makes no sense but there it is. After that Matt and Charlie kept pestering Wren and me about wrestling again. They said we had promised them but I had passed out before anything had happened.
It was my idea for Donna and me to wrestle in front of you and Dave that first time. It all goes back to the time Wren and I finally did wrestle in front of Matt and Charlie and it ended in a totally unexpected way.
I had no inkling of any of this part of Becky’s past. So I listened intently as she continued:
We invited the boys over to the apartment with the promise that they were going to get their wish. We had decided we were going to spice up the action by pretending to punch each other. Wren had done some drama and knew how to stage fight. She taught me how to pull punches and smack our hands against our own bodies for sound effects.
We had several rum cokes before the boys arrived and a shot of bourbon with them. This got all of us loosened up. I changed into my gold string bikini I used to lay out in. Wren wore a bright red string bikini. I suppose we were really pushing the limits by wearing such sexy attire. Matt and Charlie started whooping when they saw us showing off in our little swimsuits. We enjoyed the attention. We even danced together when some party music came on the radio right at that moment. I know this isn't like me but it was the times, the people, and the setting, not to mention the booze.
Wren and I started to playfully grapple with each other. We went back and forth, pushing and pulling against each other. Then we embraced in a mutual bear hug and tumbled to the carpet. We rolled around, still tightly holding on to each other, first one on top and then the other. We were having fun and the boys were enjoying it immensely. We realized we were playing a risky game with them and perhaps enticing them along a little too much.
But we were totally into it at this point. Wren pinned my arms over my head, sat on me, and leaned over until she was right in my face. That little maneuver yanked my top up over my boobs. I knew I was on display but I didn’t care. I inhaled her body scent mixed with the nylon smell of her swimsuit as she pressed down on me. It excited me.
I just wanted to surrender to Wren’s embrace but Matt and Charlie egged us on. “Come on, get her! Let’s see some action!”
Wren relaxed and I slipped out from under her. Now I was on top. I rolled to the side while holding her down with an arm across her neck. My boobs were totally hanging out and now hers’ were too. With my other hand I lifted one of Wren’s legs up, straining the red fabric of her bikini covering her crotch and ass. The boys’ hollering increased as they witnessed the display of tits and ass we were giving them.
We made a show of circling each other. Wren’s fist suddenly shot out just barely grazed my chin. I pretended to take the hit, jerked my head to the side, let out a loud yelp, and threw myself backwards, stumbling right into Matt.
He pushed me back toward Wren. “Go get her. This is getting so radical!”
So far, so good. We apparently were convincing fighters. Now I lashed out with my fist and swished by her chin. She pretended to take the hit, threw up her arms and spun wildly around until she hit the wall. She had a glassy expression on her face and made a show of sliding slowly down the wall until she was sitting on the floor with her legs stretched out at sharp angles. Her head lolled to one side as if she was knocked senseless. Charlie and Matt were asking each other how hard they thought I had hit her.
This made me go weak in the knees. I stumbled a bit and couldn't help but to let out a little whimper of visceral satisfaction. It was a feeling of having total control over another woman. The way she was sprawled out on the floor in her little bikini made her look so cute.
I leaned over her and shook her and she pretended to wake up. As I pulled her up she whispered to me, “This is making me so hot and I know you’re hot too so don’t try to deny it. Let’s keep it up. Hit me again.”
Wow, she’s turned on too, I thought. But then I got a little too cocky, a little too careless. If we had been sober we would have known better but the booze started calling the shots. I pulled her down to her knees and learned her back across my leg as I aimed my fist at her taunt stomach. I thought I would just hit her hard enough with an open hand to make a “smack” but I was too worked up and I lost control. I came down hard and hit her with my fist with a loud thump. Wren’s eyes bulged, her cheeks puffed out and she reacted with real pain. In my over-wrought state I didn't know what I had done. I hit her again and again and thought she was still acting as she moaned and fell to the floor.
“God, that hurt,” she hissed between clenched teeth while she fought back tears as I pulled her up. She finally recovered her senses and managed to straighten up. “Here, let’s see how you like it….”
I thought she was kidding. But she stood up and came in low, hitting me with all that she had right in my stomach at least two or three times. Pain shot through me and I couldn't breath. I couldn't do an anything but clutch myself and double over. Then I lost my balance and tumbled to the floor. We were both so out of it at this point we didn't know what we were doing. Matt and Charlie were yelling and hollering. I was in pain but still was aware of being highly worked up at the same time.
We both staggered to our feet and glared at each other. As if by mutual unspoken consent we decided to end it with a grand finale. We had agreed beforehand to both go down as we appear to simultaneously knock each other out. For some reason we thought we could still do it. We should have known better. We clinched in a bear hug and succeeded in squeezing the air out of each other. I’m sure the sight of us forcibly embracing each other while gasping and groaning drove the guys wild.
Then we stood back and aimed mutual blows; hers’ to my chin and mine to her stomach. It was supposed to have been fake but unfortunately it turned out to be real. I connected with her at the waistline of her bikini just as she hit me hard on my cheek. I recalled seeing her go down but then everything went woozy for me and the last thing I remembered was falling and hitting the carpet.
Wren was only dazed but I had been knocked out. When I woke up I was lying splayed out on my back. My bikini top was missing. I'm afraid I didn't leave much to the imagination. Wren was a little more demure; she was lying on her side holding herself where I had hit her. Charlie and Matt were standing over us with expressions of concern mixed with lust. I had the feeling they had done something to me while I was out.
We both managed to recover our senses and were relieved to find that no real harm had been done. We told the boys we wanted them to leave but hoped they had enjoyed the show. They didn’t have much to say as they slipped out. After they left we checked for damage and stated apologizing. Then I noticed Wren was staring at my bikini. I looked down and noticed I had several damp circles on my swimsuit. Something white and sticky had been dribbled on me.
“That’s cum.” Wren said. “I wasn't out all the way like you were. The boys humped us through our bikinis. No penetration, so don’t freak on me. But you got creamed. I guess we had it coming. This was a dumb thing to have done.”
That was the last time we ever did something like that. Somehow things returned to normal and even though we sometimes talked about our night of sexy wrestling and Charlie gave us pictures he had taken. I often thought about it and it was a frequent fantasy when I pleasured myself, that is, before I met you. But then when I got to know Donna I discovered she had enjoyed wrestling when she was younger. So you can imagine how that brought all my old fantasies back. Now Donna is into it far more than I am. I’m really done. I’d like to put it all behind me and keep faithful in our relationship and keep Donna as just a friend.
Becky ended her story and I was surprised to say the least. Later on she dug out Charlie’s pictures he had given her. Now I understood why she was so into this wrestling with Donna. But her resolve to end it did not ring true. She made it all sound so innocent and easy. Maybe in her mind it was. Or maybe she was just trying to convince herself that it was. Unfortunately I was the one who was right. There would be a next time with Donna and my wife which would propel them into a full-blown sexual encounter.
The End of Chapter 3 (to be continued)
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