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Between Friends: KO Frenzy Ch. 01

By: ransom3




Becky lies lifelessly on the floor after being rendered unconscious by Donna during a wrestling match filled with passion and desire.

It had several months since my wife Becky had seen Donna. After their four wrestling encounters their friendship had apparently ended. What was supposed to have been just competitive fun had each time turned into violent contests with erotic overtones. It was a wonder there had not been any serious physical or psychological injuries. 

From time to time Becky and I played the videos and looked at the photos of her wrestling. I had to admit I enjoyed watching her and Donna compete aggressively while attired only in revealing swimsuits. For me it was mostly visual and physical. But Becky was always thoughtful as we viewed the tapes. She seemed to be looking for some hidden meaning beneath the outward action. She never said anything to me except recounting her reactions at the time. But our lovemaking was always intense afterwards. 

Then Becky happened to run into Donna at a local hotel during a fitness trainers' seminar. They exchanged casual greetings but later ran into each other again at the hotel lounge. Both were in the company of several women they worked with. 

The two groups joined each other around a table. Introductions were made: Cindy,

Jill, Maggie, Wendy, Trish, and Summer. After general conversation about the events of the day Donna suddenly turned to my wife and blurted out, "You know, Becky, I sure enjoyed whipping your ass those four times we wrestled together."

This got the other women's attention and they pumped Becky for details. Becky was silent for a moment, not sure she wanted to bring up the subject. But she then threw caution to the winds. 

"That's not quite how I remember it. The second time was a tie and the fourth time you and Dave cheated. Two against one wasn't exactly fair."

Donna responded, "I could have taken you easy without Dave's help."

"We'll never know, will we?" Becky said. 

Donna smiled. "We could always find out."

"I don't think so," Becky replied pointedly.

By now the other women at the table were getting into it. Cindy started a chant:

"Wrestle, wrestle, wrestle." 

Jill said, "And we could come and be your audience and make sure you guys fight fair. 

Donna had a friendly smirk on her face, "What do you say old pal, your gym or mine? We'll even tape it again for our husbands, so we will have to wear our skimpy outfits." 

Becky had a sudden change of heart. "Okay, why not? One more time." 

She never thought she would be willing to wrestle in front of other people. But something in her was prodding her to want to do it anyway.

Trish, the oldest in the group, said, "Better not hold this party at the gym, management might take a dim view."

"All right," Donna said, "Let's have it at my house this Saturday. My husband is going to be gone next week. We'll make it girl's night at the fights. No men allowed."

The weekend came. I was away as well. Becky only told me over the phone she was going out with some girlfriends. They all gathered at Donna's house and the other women were invited to go down to the bar in the corner of the recreation room. The other part of the room had been made into a padded arena. Becky and Donna stayed upstairs and went into the master bedroom to change. 

Becky fished around her gym bad and pulled out her lime green bikini that she had worn at the first wrestling match. She began to undress. 

Donna regarded her. "Dave has a real thing for you. It wasn't my idea he jump in and pin your arms back while I sent you to la-la land. He couldn't help himself. And when I knocked you out in his arms I thought he was going to lose it all together. But then he put me out as well... I should have seen that one coming. I figured it was so he could take advantage of you." 

Becky slid her bikini bottoms on. "But he didn't." 

"I know, and that's what saved him." Donna replied as she stripped down. She reached into a drawer and fished out her favorite white bikini. "But I wished he would not have been there in the first place. Ever since then I've always wondered if I could have taken you myself." 

Becky turned away and Donna offered to tie her top. "What do you mean by that?"

Donna slipped her bra and panties off and stood in the nude, very comfortable with her own well-toned body. "Oh just that I could defeat you on my own, you know, put you all the way out like I did at the resort on the island."

"Why is that so important to you?" asked Becky, now looking at herself in the mirror.

"I don't know," Donna said as she gave Becky a friendly hug from the rear, "It just is, that's all.... really excites me. You know what I mean?" 

"Yeah, I do." 

Becky turned around and faced Donna while still in her embrace. They held each other tightly and looked into each other's faces for a long moment. Becky was fully aware that she was embracing a naked woman. She felt Donna's hand on the side cords of her bottoms. She smelled Donna's cologne, a dark spicy fragrance that she wore frequently. She felt a sudden sensual pulse. Along with it came an uneasiness they made her pull back from her friend. 

Becky murmured, "Come on, let's not keep our guests waiting."

Donna deftly pulled on her tight bikini that accented her every curve. As they approached the stairs they both were filled with the vivid memories of what happened here the last time. Dave had come between them in more ways than one. Maybe that was part of the reason Donna had become so brutal. She had been frustrated. Now they were both secretly regretting that it taken the other women being present to bring them together this time. 

They went downstairs to be greeted by whistles and catcalls from the other women. Both of them responded by strutting around the makeshift ring and flexing their muscles. They then went to opposite sides of the room and, with hands on hips, glared menacingly at each other. 


Becky stands ready to engage Donna in the company of their co-workers.

Donna cautioned everyone, "No interference from anyone, understand? These things take on a life of their own and we don't know where they're going to lead."

The group all nodded in agreement. Everyone quieted down, having no idea what to expect. Trish had a small digital camcorder. She turned in on and pointed it. 

"Camera on, ladies, you may begin."

With a squeal of delight Donna bounded across the room and in a flash grabbed 

Becky around the neck and shoulders and with a judo move sent her somersaulting out into the middle of the floor. Becky had her arms extended to absorb the impact but she still came down hard. The audience gave out a collective gasp. They knew this was not just going to be a girlish tussle. 

Executing a quick shoulder roll, Becky was back on her feet. She lunged at Donna, attempting a flip, but not being quite as skilled in martial arts, she wasn't quick enough and Donna batted her arms away. But then Becky managed to get an arm hold, pivot, and toss Donna over her hip. With hair, arms and legs splaying out in all directions, it was Donna's turn to hit the mat with a loud "Whump!" 


Donna and Becky vigorously complete with each other.

Donna propped herself up on her elbows, swished the hair out of her eyes and smiled before getting all the up. Becky was on her before she had her balance and gave her a hard push. Donna stumbled and recovered but not before Becky put her in an arm lock and tried to throw her. But Donna managed a reverse and it was Becky who suddenly found herself hoisted up on Donna's shoulders and dropped unceremoniously on a couch. She rolled onto the floor mats and struggled to her feet. 


The two women skillfully throw each other all over the room.

Becky jabbed her finger at Donna. "You are not going to do that to me again!"

"Oh yeah?" Donna smiled. 

With that she backed Becky into the wall behind her, put her in another neck embrace, turned, knelt, bent Becky down, and flipped her over her shoulder. Even though she landed on a mattress, Becky was still too stunned to recover immediately. The onlookers cheered and clapped. 

Donna threw herself on top of Becky while she was still flat on her back. The two of them, tightly intertwined, rolled over several times first in one direction and then the other. Donna remained dominant and pressed herself hard into Becky. 

Their faces were only inches apart. 

Donna whispered in a low voice, "Trust me, I'm not going to really hurt you but I'm going to put you out but good. You'll like it, I know you will."

"And you like being on top." Becky retorted.

With that Becky managed to dislodge Donna. She rolled away and scrambled to her feet. Donna also sprang up. The two of them warily circled each other looking for an opening. Suddenly Donna closed and brought her knee up hard into the front of Becky's low-slung bikini. There was an audible "Thud!" as her knee hit Becky in the lower gut. The sharp pain caused Becky to fold over. Donna pushed her up against the wall and pinned her arms over her head. She held onto Becky's wrists with her left hand, made a fist with the other hand, and drove two hard punches into the same area she had just struck with her knee. 

Becky went "Ahhh!" and her body jerked under the impact of each blow. She started to sputter and cough. Donna then reached one hand up between Becky's legs, pressing hard against her vagina before grabbing her butt. Becky squealed with indignation and surprise. Donna used the leverage to propel Becky forward and down. She was flipped over and ended up on her back. 

The audience gave a collective, "Ohhh!"

Donna looked at Becky for a moment before pulling her to her feet. Becky's lower abdomen felt like it was on fire. From Donna's expression she knew what was coming but she was powerless to prevent it, being all but immobilized by dizziness and disorientation. Donna brought her fist around and landed a sharp jab on Becky's cheek with an audible "splat." 


Becky recoils from a sharp punch to the cheek.

It was a stunning blow, even though Becky managed to somewhat roll with it. 

Still, she was spun around by the impact. She stood wobbling on her feet for a few seconds and then slowly pitched forward. She fell to the floor stretched out full length on her stomach. Her arms were loosely at her sides. Her head was turned to one side. Her eyes were closed and there was spittle on her slack lips. She didn't move. She was out cold. 




The blow spins Becky around. By the time she hits the mat she is out cold.

Jill squealed, "Oh, it's over now."

Donna stood over Becky and glanced at the women. "Don't be too sure. I didn't hit her all that hard. I don't want the fun to end just yet." 

Donna kneeled down until she was straddling Becky's prone body. She ran her arm up and down her back. Knocking out another woman and seeing her prone body lying at her feet was intensely arousing for Donna. It made her very hot and very wet. Even though she liked performing in front of a crowd she wished more than ever at this moment that nobody else had been present. She would have to arrange something in the future. 

"Come on, sweetheart, don't just lay there like you've been shot through the heart, let's see what you have left in you." 

She slapped Becky on the butt then flipped her over onto her back. Becky came to just enough to place a hand protectively over her throbbing gut. 


Donna flips Becky onto her back in an effort to wake her up.

Donna stood back and grinned down at my insensible wife. She then dropped down on one knee beside her and placed the other leg over her body. She looked at the audience and struck a victory pose. It was a costly mistake. She forgot how quickly Becky could recover. She didn't see the fist coming up inside her arched leg. 

With a sense of satisfaction, Becky felt her knuckles sink into Donna's labium. "I owe you that from last time."

Donna's eyes rolled up and with a strangled yelp she grabbed herself with both hands and rolled backwards onto her side. She lay there moaning.

Becky got to her feet and pulled the immobilized Donna up. Before Donna could recover, Becky socked her in the jaw. Donna collapsed to the floor.

"And I owe you that from this time!" 

Summer squeaked with sympathy, "You guys sure play for keeps." 

Becky said cattily, "Let's put her out of her misery." 

She kneeled behind Donna, encircled her neck with her arms, and pulled her up to a partial sitting position as she bore down with a sleeper hold. Donna did not want to be defeated. With churning legs and writhing body she tried to twist away. 




Becky takes control of the match as she punishes the weakened Donna.

But Becky held on and squeezed steadily on her pressure points. Donna's struggles started to diminish. She arched her back one last time and then went limp. Her eyes drooped shut and her arms fell to her sides as she plunged into unconsciousness. Becky dropped her and she ended up laying flat on her back with her legs slightly spread. 

The soreness now diminishing from the punches she had received, Becky gingerly got up on her feet. She stood proudly over her fallen opponent. Moments ago she was wondering why she was doing this. Now she knew. She felt a hot rush of exhilaration replacing the pain. This was a way of expressing a passion she had to come to grips with in one way or another. 

Maggie said, "It's got to be over now. Donna is really wasted!"





Becky stands over the insensible Donna as their friends look on with amazement.

Becky, breathing hard, said, "We'll see. She has a way of bouncing back." 

Donna started to move. Her eyes opened and she got up on her hands and knees. 

She looked up at Becky and smiled slightly. "One more round. That will tell the tale."

She slowly got up the rest of the way. Both women were panting from their violent exertion. Their bodies were glossy with perspiration. In Becky's case, a sweat stain on her green bottoms traced the cleft of her butt. But neither one was going to be satisfied with calling it a tie even though they were both battered and exhausted. They only had enough in them for one last effort. Only one would be allowed to be left standing.

Cindy interjected from the side, "Don't kill each other. We want to see a rematch. Maybe some of us could join in too." 

Both made several false grabs, trying to fake out the other. Becky said later she was confident she had the upper hand. Donna seemed to be staggering. Becky closed in for what she thought was the finish. 

They grappled furiously. Donna got both her arms around Becky's waist and yanked her off her feet. She put her in a bear hug and squeezed as hard as she could. Becky couldn't breath and let out a prolonged "Arghh!" 


Becky reacts to a low punch that turns the tables and puts Donna back into control.

The way Becky was being held caused her already narrow bikini to ride up even higher provoking a dry comment from Jill, "Ohh, showing a bit of cheek are we?"

Donna dropped her, spun her around and doubled her over with a quick punch to her waistline. The blow took Becky beyond what she could endure. She recalled later that she was totally drained of any strength at that point. Donna clamped down with a sleeper hold from behind. Becky spread her legs as wide as she could and tried to drop below Donna's grasp. 

But Donna yanked her back upright. "Give it up, you're all mine now. You know you want to." 

As Donna continued compressing her pressure point, Becky felt herself weakening. 

Her urge to struggle was replaced by the now familiar warm sensation. In a strange way being sleepered felt extremely pleasurable, bordering on the orgasmic. She let herself go completely passive. She was drifting down, down, down ever so gently. All the pain disappeared. Then she felt herself on the verge of a climax as she was brought to the edge of unconsciousness. 

Donna felt Becky go flaccid. She turned my wife's now unresisting body around so that they were facing each other. Becky's head was bowed. Donna let her body slip to the floor until she lay unmoving on her side. For Becky, the contractions continued to build up until she tingled with her unexpected orgasm. She retreated into her own private world. She lay very still, letting the sensations suffuse her whole body. 


Donna stands over Becky, both women dealing with the sensual arousal of dominating and being dominated.

Donna stared down at her friend lying at her feet. She, too, was turned on by this act of violent dominance. But, like all the other times, she could not follow through with her desires. She picked up one arm and shook it. 

"Yeah, you are fit to be tied!" 

She gave a tug, pulling Becky over on her back. Becky groaned but made no effort to resist. Donna then knelt down and embraced Becky from behind. She held her for a moment and then propped her up in a sitting position against the couch. 


Donna embraces the helpless Becky and pulls her into a sitting position against the couch.

Becky still hovered on the edge of consciousness but she knew she was being handled by Donna. A second spontaneous orgasm started between her legs and flowed out with a soft damp warmth. She hoped what she was feeling would not show. 


Even though she is semi-conscious, Becky feels a sensual warmth coursing through her.

Donna leaned in close, "Are you really out or just faking it?" she said with exaggerated concern. "Let's make sure. I said I was going to knock you out so here goes."

In one last act of dominance Donna slipped her hands around behind Becky's head until she found the crown meridian pressure point at the top of the neck. She sharply jabbed there with her forefingers. Becky gasped and her face went blank. This time there was no question - she plunged instantly into obvious unconsciousness. 




Between Friends: KO Frenzy Ch. 01



Becky is knocked completely out as Donna pushes on the pressure point behind her head.

Donna then stood up while pulling Becky's limp body up with her. She held her upright and then to demonstrate she was completely out, let her dramatically fall lifelessly back onto the mat. Becky ended up lying on her back with arms and legs spread wide. It would be a good five minutes before she would come to. 


In a dramatic display of triumph, Donna allows Becky's flaccid body to limply fall to the floor.


Exhausted, Donna is filled with complex mixed feelings as she looks down at her defeated friend.

Donna stood over her, smiling down at her fallen friend. The other women looked on, too stunned to move or say a word. For now, it was over. 

When I got home a week later, Becky gave me a copy of the tape of the event, as a welcome home present. Now I had another video to watch. I had to admit I loved it. Still, I was surprised my wife had gotten back together with Donna. At the same time I had some serious concerns where all of this might be leading. The girls thought they had disguised their erotic feelings. But, too me, it was pretty obvious they were into far more than competition when they wrestled. 

What were Becky and Donna really up to and where would it take them? Becky would finally confess to me the true nature of her feelings but by then the two of them will have gone too far. 


By now a familiar pattern, the spread-eagled Becky lies unconscious as a result of Donna's passion and skill at domination wrestling.

*

The End (to be continued) 



Between Friends: KO Frenzy Ch. 02




Becky rolls off Wren during a roommate wrestling encounter.

This starts an obsession which years later leads to her first encounter with Donna. Becky's latest encounter with Donna had left her bruised and battered. I had long since concluded this wrestling thing was going too far and that was before knowing what really happened in the earlier three-way match involving Donna's husband Dave. Becky had been knocked out by a punch to the jaw from Donna and, as I discovered later, was almost raped by Dave while she was unconscious. Fortunately Dave knew where to draw the line and actually saved Becky from further abuse by his wife.

I thought that was supposed to have been their last match. But now they were at it again. I confronted her with my concern she was playing with fire and demanded to know why she was so into this. Sure, I liked the sexy wrestling aspect of it. It fueled a lot of delightful fantasies. But every match seemed to be getting more extreme, more violent. I did not want to see her get hurt. 

Her response was unanticipated. She wanted me to sleeper her. She said it was a very sensual experience and then she promised she would tell me something about herself that she had never before revealed. My curiosity got the best of me and I reluctantly agreed. Telling me to wait, 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 T-shirt and lavender panties. She asked me to sit down behind her and she kissed me passionately.


Becky is ready to be "sleepered."

She told me how to apply the sleeper hold and cautioned me to release the instant I felt her go limp. Then she purred to go for it. I put her in the hold and 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, her feet kicked out as well. 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 immediately went limp. 

I released and she became dead weight in my arms. I let her fall back into the bed. She laid still, her eyes closed and her mouth slack. 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 body. There was no response. 

I continued to touch her but mostly 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 opened her eyes and looked at me saying, "I want you in me right now."

I was glad to oblige since the whole experience had excited me as well. I quickly stripped while she wiggled out of what little she had on. I lowered myself down on top of her and barely penetrated her before several powerful orgasms rocked her body and she shrieked with delight. I climaxed with equal fervency. 

Minutes later we were drinking wine in bed and caressing each other. She turned over on her stomach. This was an indication she wanted a massage. I started at her neck and shoulders and worked my way down her back. When I got to her butt she spread her legs slightly. I went lower and soon had her damp vulva cradled in my hand. She sighed with pleasure. A little more gentle pressure caused her to climax again, her muscle contractions pushing hard against my hand. 

Now exhausted from the physical exertion, 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. This is what she said:

As you already know, I shared an apartment with a girl I had met though a want ad. She had a tongue twister of a name: Wendella. 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, had doe eyes, and stylish blond hair. 

Wren and I became friends even though we were not at all 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 half way down. 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. 

Of course you know I was a virgin too... no surprise. But Wren seemed to be so confident and experienced it did surprise me about her. 

One thing Wren and I liked to do together was go running. After one run we got back to the apartment all hot and sweaty because we had worn our cold weather tights but it was warmer than we thought once we got going. We are in a goofy mood. We start to horse around and pretty soon we're wrestling on the carpet. We slid around quite a bit because of our tight jerseys and spandex pants. We must have looked silly. 

But I pin her once. She lay under me without moving, just looking up at me with those big eyes of hers'. Suddenly she wiggles free, gets me between her legs, flips me over, and has me flat on my back before I know it. 

"Got you!" she chirps. 

It ends as fast as it begins. She jumps up, laughing, and heads for her bedroom. I sit up breathing heavily and smiling. I know I'm blushing. I think I might even be turned on a little.

You also recall Matt and Charlie, friends of Wren. One time the three of them came to one of my ballgames and the four of us went out for the rest of the evening. It was a great time. Charlie made the observation that I really loosened up once I had a few beers. You know how alcohol goes right to my head; it did even more 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 on the floor. 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."

I was sloshed by now too 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, 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 floor. 

So there I was, out cold, lying there on the carpet in a short skirt. This seemed to please Matt and Charlie immensely, or so they indicated afterwards. 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 going out and feeling uninhibited and sexy. I know it makes no sense but there it is. 


Becky lies passed out on the floor in front of her friends.

For weeks following Matt and Charlie kept pestering Wren and me about wrestling in front of them. They said we had promised but I had passed out before anything had happened. 

Now, let me break off from the story and tell you that it was my idea for Donna and me to wrestle for 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 inking of any of this part of Becky's past. So I was all ears 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 convincingly 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 they arrived and a shot of bourbon with them. This got us all loosened up. Wren and I were really pushing the limits when we decided to wear our swimsuits when we wrestled. I had a gold string bikini I used to lay out in. Wren wore a bright red string bikini. 



Matt and Charlie started whooping when they saw us showing off in our little outfits. We enjoyed their 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. Becky is confident she can take Wren down.

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 too. Charlie was kneading his crotch that made me realize we were playing a risky game with them and perhaps enticing them along a little too much.


Wren and Becky grapple playfully at first.

But we were totally into it at this point. Wren pinned my arms over my head, sat on me and scooted up until she was straddling my face. That little maneuver knocked my top out of place and I knew I was on display but I didn't care. I could smell her body scent mixed with the nylon from her swimsuit as she leaned over me. Suddenly I felt I was getting turned on. 

I just wanted to lay there and experience the sensation but Matt and Charlie egged us on. "Come on, get her! Let's see some action!"


Wren straddles Becky. Both girls are starting to get turned on.

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 of my top at this point but I didn't care at that moment. With my other arm I lifted one of Wren's outstretched legs up and over her head so she was doubled over with her little butt up in the air staining the fabric of her tight red bikini. The boys' excitement increased as they beheld this unintentional display of tits and ass we were providing for them.


Swimsuits slip out of place as the action gets more heated and personal.

I let go and Wren got up next to me and whispered, "Let's punch each other. I'll go first and then you do it."

We both got up and adjusted our attire. Then we made a show of circling each other. Wren's fist suddenly shot out just barely grazed my chin. I slapped my stomach to make a "splat!" I jerked my head to the side and let out a 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. I swished by her chin. She threw up her arms and spun around until she hit the wall 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 and she had a glassy expression that was very convincing. Charlie and Matt were asking each other how hard they thought I had hit her. 


Wren reacts dramatically to a fake punch and slides to the floor as if knocked senseless.

I felt a surge of dampness between my legs. It made me weak in the knees. I squeezed my legs together, stumbled a bit and couldn't help but to let out a little whimper of pleasure. 

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 because it is starting to show. But let's keep it up. Hit me again."

Wow, she's turned on too, I realized. But 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 aimed a fake blow with my foot to her stomach. I kicked out but my foot really hit her with a hard thud. Wren's eyes bulged, her cheeks puffed out and she doubled over in real pain. In my over-wrought state I didn't know what I had done and thought she was still acting as she moaned and staggered but stayed on her feet. 

"God, that hurt," she hissed between clenched teeth while she fought back tears. She finally got her balance and managed to straighten up. "Here, let's see how you like it...."

I thought she was kidding. But she came in low and hit me with all that she had right in the stomach. Pain shot through me and I couldn't breath. I could do nothing but clutch myself and double over. Then I lost my balance and tumbled to the floor.  


Wren lashes out with a savage punch.


Becky is doubled over by the blow to the stomach.


Becky collapses and almost passes out from the impact of the unexpected punch.

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 aroused 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 simultaneously appear to punch each other. 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 and we both dropped to our knees. I'm sure the sight of our bodies pressed hard against each other while we gasped and groaned 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 faked but unfortunately it turned out to be real. I connected with her and buried my fist in her gut. She connected with me right on the cheek. I remember seeing her go down but then everything went blank for me and the last thing I felt was falling backwards and hitting the carpet.


The pain from being hit hard at the waistline of her bikini causes Wren to pass out.


Wren's punch to Becky's jaw propels her violently backwards. She hits the floor as if she had been shot through the heart.

We both must have been out for a minute or two. When I woke up I was laying spread out on my back. My top had somehow come loose and had fallen off. I'm afraid I didn't leave much to the imagination. Wren was a little more demure; she was laying on her side holding herself where I had hit her. Charlie and Matt were standing over us with looks of concern mixed with lust on their faces. For some reason I felt like I had been moved when I was unconscious. We both managed to recover our senses and were relieved to find that no real harm had been done. 


Only partially clad, the unconscious Becky lies sprawled out on the floor.


Becky slowly recovers from having been knocked out.

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 had little stain circles on the lower part of her swimsuit but not far enough down for them to have been caused by her. I looked down at myself and discovered I had the same on my bikini. It was like something had been dribbled on us.

"That's cum." Wren said. "I wasn't all the way out like you were. The boys humped us through their shorts. No penetration so don't freak on me. But they both creamed themselves. I guess we had it coming. But at least we are still virgins. 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 got off on 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 it would propel both of them into a full-blown sexual encounter. 

The End (to be continued)



Between Friends: KO Frenzy Ch. 03




Becky is ready for what she thinks is a hot-tub date with Donna. But Donna has much more in mind in what would become a very private encounter.

"A hot surge of excitement pulses through me as I anticipate my coup de grace. Having been sleepered by you only a few minutes ago, it is like I am moving in a dream-like alternative reality. Still, within that reality, my senses are alert. I try to control myself, measuring my blows. But make no mistake; I plan to put you all the way out. I want to enjoy the sight of your well-sculpted body lying sprawled out on the floor beneath me. That will really turn me on. Then who knows what I will do next? But I will be respectful; after all, we are friends. Even so, I am 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 how far the both of them had gone afterwards. What started out as a novel entertainment for all of us apparently tapped into hidden aggression or perhaps a deep-seated desire to dominate and be dominated. Becky is so normal otherwise and, as far as I know, so is Donna. These violent and intimate encounters occupy a small and isolated part of their lives. I don't know if they have ever led to anything else. Becky says no and up until now I believed her. The letter, however, is pretty explicit. 

Every time they wrestle they seem to up the stakes. They last competed in the company of their coworkers from their respective fitness centers. However, an earlier match remains the most provocative. It was the one where Donna's husband joined in and pinned Becky's arms behind her back while Donna punched her out in a brutally executed finale. 

The video of that three-way match is my favorite one to watch over and over again. Maybe what interests me was the way Becky held her own as she took them on individually, being overpowered and knocked out only after they both ganged up on her. The last picture was of both them standing triumphantly over her as she lay unconscious on the floor in her form-revealing monokini. What I did not yet know was how they both had taken advantage of her afterwards. 


Becky, after being knocked during the three-way match.

I also suspected, but did not fully know, the extent to which these matches were a way my wife and her friend were dealing with an erotic tension between the two of them. Domination wrestling seemed to be the way they were dealing with these disturbing feelings without actually acting on them directly. But now I was to learn that the latest episode had taken them over the edge. 

It all started after a tough and stressful week at work for both of them. Donna had invited Becky over to unwind in their basement hot tub before we would all go out for supper later that evening. I did not want Dave present without me if the girls decided to wrestle and I told Becky this. She said the two of them were too tired to want to do anything of the sort. 

When I got home they were both in the hot tub and Dave was yet to arrive. Becky was clad in her orange bandeau topped bikini that she usually wore for sunning or the spa. Donna was wearing her tight white bikini. My heart took a little skip, not only because Donna looked very voluptuous in her brief outfit but I also knew it was her favorite fighting attire. 

I asked, "What have the two of you been up to? You didn't...."

Becky broke in, "We wrestled. It just happened, okay? Donna brought her camcorders and she will have a tape of it for you. You'll like it. A few bruises but everything's cool."

We proceeded with our evening out and the girls seemed giddy. That night Becky wanted to go straight to bed without so much as a kiss or a hug. 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 get together. 

Several days later Becky presented me with the tape Donna had given her. I had to admit that it was very enjoyable to watch. But after viewing it a number of times I was left with the suspicion that something had happened that was not shown on the tape. 

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 to a certain extent 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 and I pulled it out and opened it. It was the full account of their latest wrestling match. I was shocked but not all together surprised. It both disturbed me and fired my imagination. Here is the entirety of the letter: 





Between Friends: KO Frenzy Ch. 03



Becky sighs as she responds to Donna's caresses.

You can't say you didn't want what happened next. You don't protest as I eagerly but slowly pull your bikini bottoms off of you. You lay there in all your revealed nakedness and you seem to be okay with that. I then strip off my bikini and lay down next to you. We tentatively embrace. At first you are passive then you respond in turn. We fondle each other's boobs until my nipples become equally hard with yearning.

We kiss each other, this time mutually. I feel your eagerness mixed with hesitation. I lean down and kiss one of your nipples. I taste the saltiness and feel you get even harder as I run my tongue around your tit. You whole body quivers. 

You kiss me on the breasts in return. Ohhh! I feel like I am about to explode!

Then we work our way down. I kiss you lightly on the belly and then the waist. You do the same. We hesitate to go below the waist and look up at each other. 

We know this is the point of no return. But then we embrace tightly. I feel your pussy pushing into mine. We pull apart, breathing hard, flushed with longing. Then, as if by mutual consent, I shift around until we are in a "69" position. We excitedly kiss and stroke each other's pussys, exploring our warm wetness. As you find my clit and stroke it with your finger I work you hard little clit with my tongue. Your fluff is soaked. I feel you tensing the same way I am. You have never gone all the way with a woman have you? Neither have I. 


Wrestling turns to love making as Becky and Donna bring each other to mutual orgasm.

I grab your butt cheeks as they contract causing your engorged vagina folds to open like the pedals of a flower. You do the same with me and we both are about to come. We were so primed that it didn't take long. An instant later our bodies tense and we both sharply cry out "Ahhh!" as our mutual orgasms wash over us. I swear you even manage to ejaculate some of your womanhood into my face. I think I did the same because I feel you jerk back with a little exclamation of surprise, "Oh!" We quiver spasmodically before collapsing on top of each other. 

I turn back around and we lay side by side, relaxed, and kissing lightly. It was good for me and you can't tell me it wasn't good for you too. I never thought it would come to this but I'm glad we finally did it, even if we never do it again. 


Becky allows the effect of her climax to linger.

Moments later we help each other put our swimsuits back on. Just before I slide your top into place I lean over and kiss one of your still erect nipples. You gently push me away. 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





Between Friends: KO Frenzy Ch. 04




The impact of a violent punch causes Becky to fall 
to the mats during the climatic contest with Donna.

There was a lot of tension building up inside of me. Looking back the past few days no way would I have suspected so many of those issues were about to be resolved. Becky and I had gone clubbing with Donna and Dave. We 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 out on the floor.

To Shania Twain's "I Feel Like a Woman" they gyrated to the music. The backlighting made Donna's long blond hair shimmer as she tossed it in all directions. She was fetchingly dressed in tight jeans and a blue button down dress shirt. But my wife's lithe figure, in a black leather skirt and white blouse, was every bit her equal. I was so taken by both them it seemed that I could block out everybody else and see only them sinuously moving in slow motion. 

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 themselves?"

"Yeah, sure, why not?" I replied. 


Becky, during a night out on the town.

But the long letter I had found, which was 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 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 wishing it were so? I found it hard to believe that Becky would actually do something like that. I never told 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 this 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'. God, 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 know I kept Donna from doing some real damage to your wife. She wanted to keep working her over even after she had knocked her out." 

I had my doubts about his version of the story. For one thing I think he had developed an obsession for my wife. He was looking for any opportunity to get his hands in her pants. For another thing, Becky had been stiff and sore for over a week from what had turned into a two against one brawl. 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 molested seemed more and more likely if this continued. 

Yet 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. 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. This seemed to bother Becky, "But what if the last two standing are you and me? You gonna' knock me out?"

"Whatever you want, but if they both go down we can declare victory at that point." 

That seemed to satisfy her but I still had the fleeting impression that she somehow resented me being involved. 

We decided we would host the event. 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 bright blue bikini with white piping. Her ample breasts were sharply defined by a top that was slightly too small. Dave was wearing matching blue trunks. I elected to wear a Speedo competition swimsuit.


Becky readies herself for the final match.

We proceeded to go downstairs and size each other up. The girls were pretty evenly matched in skills although Donna usually won using her greater endurance to wear Becky down before delivering the final knockout. She also was a lot more aggressive. 

I, on the other hand, was at least twenty 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!"


Donna looks determined as she disrobes.

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 rendering Becky defenseless by pinning her arms behind her back as Donna gleefully punched her out. 

Dave came at me low and fast and 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. 


Becky watches as I take on Dave.

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 a lot stronger than he looked. 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 guys the issue is simple - raw aggression and an overwhelming desire to win. Despite our restricted surroundings our combat intensified. 

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 over fifteen minutes. It seemed like just a few seconds. I got up and stood triumphantly over him. He just lay there for a minute trying to regain his senses. 

Donna jeered, "Finally met your match sweetie?"

Dave glared sullenly at her as he got up. "Let's see you do better."

"Oh I think I will." She winked and then turned to Becky, "Ready?"


Becky is about to compete with Donna.

The two women gave each other a prolonged hug before taking their positions. 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 they came together. 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 was incredibly sexy. 

Donna had Becky pinned against the wall as she got an arm under one of her legs and lifted it up and over her. Becky was bent like a "V" with her butt up in the air. Her face was turning a deep red as the breath was squeezed out of her. But she got her other foot in Donna's gut and managed to forcefully push her away. 


First one woman is on top and then the other as 
they roll over and over.

Donna was propelled backwards and sat down hard. 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 upright 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. 


The hard-fought contest sways back and forth.

Becky seemed helpless but she somehow broke free only to have Donna shove her violently onto the sofa. Becky flopped onto the cushions but the momentum caused her to rebound off onto the floor. With arms and legs flying wildly she rolled twice and came to rest on her back. 

Again they paused and stared at each other, Becky lying on the floor and Donna standing over her. Then 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. 


The women tightly embrace as they wrestle.

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 free. She spread her legs apart and arched up on her shoulders but to no avail. Then she reached between Donna' legs with what the girls called a "pussy claw." She dug her fingers in none too gently. Donna gave out a high pitched yelp, "Gaaa!" disengaged and rolled away holding her violated area with both hands. 

She was obviously hurt and 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 vulva 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 with both hands between her legs. 

Now Becky was the injured one. There was a pause. Donna let Becky recover either out of mercy or more likely because she wanted to prolong a fight she was confident she was going to win. I watched in grim fascination as Donna yanked Becky to her feet and steadied her. 

"Okay, this is where it is lights out for you." Donna pulled back her fist. 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 connected only with air. 

Surprised and off balance, Donna had set herself up for some of her own medicine. Becky threw a roundhouse punch of her own that landed squarely on Donna's cheek. "Splat!" The blow caused Donna to spin around and crumple to the floor. She lay still, flat on her back. She was either stunned or out cold. 


Becky seems to emerge as the winner.

Now it was Becky's turn to pause. She stood over her fallen opponent and looked down on her. 

Dave pleaded, "Come on bad girl. Get up. I know you can." 

Donna groaned while cradling her jaw and looked up at my wife. Both their eyes reflected sympathy as if they were saying, "We are going overboard again, maybe we need to back off?"


A punch to the jaw has laid out Donna.

But all tenderness vanished as Donna staggered to her feet. Now the attitude was 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 scream 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 awesome. 


Donna is a blur of motion as she slams home a
stomach punch.

Becky told me a while back that such blows sometimes 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 peed in her swimsuit. 

This time they traded about 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 combat. It looked like Becky was getting the worst of it but she gamely continued even thought her abdomen was inflamed and almost the same color as her bikini. 

Then Donna went low and hit Becky at the waistline of her bikini with a balled fist. Becky doubled up as her whole body grimaced from the impact. She swayed unsteadily on her feet, the blow rendering her almost senseless. Then Donna smacked her on the chin with an open hand. It was enough to send Becky reeling. She fell heavily onto the mats where she lied still. She appeared to be practically out cold. 


With a "Ughh!" Becky takes a hit on the chin.


Becky tumbles to the mats


She appears to be down for the count.

Donna came down behind her saying, "Now this is the part you like." 

She embraced Becky's neck with her arms and applied pressure while at the same time pulling her back. Donna ended up lying on the floor with Becky on top of her facing up. Donna got her feet and ankles between Becky's thighs and forced her legs apart which gave her more leverage. Becky gave a repeated high pitched "Uh, uh, uh," as she surrendered. I wondered if Becky actually wanted it to happen this way? I know 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 she was having an orgasm. Then she slowly went limp as she lay loosely draped on top of Donna, her legs and arms spread wide. 

Donna held Becky in this position for what I thought was a long time. She wanted to be sure she was totally out or maybe she was just enjoying it so much. Finally she stood up and pulled Becky up as well. Becky leaned back limply in her arms. Donna savored the feeling of holding her defeated friend and then let her fall backwards upon a couch and once again roll to the floor. This time Becky was completely unconscious. Dona put one foot on her butt and stood over her in a victory pose. 


Donna allows the unconscious Becky to slip from
her embrace.


Becky flops onto a couch and slides to the mats.


She loosely rolls completely over.

Donna knelt over Becky and ran a hand down the length of her body feeling no reaction. She patted her on her exposed butt cheek, "Yeah, you're gone!" She stood up and Dave knelt next to Becky, obviously excited about seeing her knocked out. His hard bulge pushed against his trunks. There was no doubt what he would like to do to her. 


Dave kneels next to Becky's insensible body, 
excited by what he has just witnessed.

Then Donna turned toward me. "Think you can take me on? I'll put you right down next to your wife. You'll look good sleeping together."

Dave just grinned in anticipation. He wanted to see some more action involving his wife. Donna turned Becky over and pulled her limp body off to one side.

Donna paused to catch her breath. Looking at Becky's unconscious form she said, "You'll be sorry you missed this."

She 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 wants to play? I could not bring myself to hit a woman but I wouldn't mind sleepering her. 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 the thin bikini. She was strong and fast and obviously enjoying this. 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.




Between Friends: KO Frenzy Ch. 04




It is my turn to take on Donna, she proves to be 
very strong and agile.

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 buried my fist in her gut below the waistline, 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 on 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 floor pad. "Now do you give?"

She snarled, "Never!" and continued to struggle.


Only by shear strength can I control Donna.

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 backward 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. 


Donna's sexy body pushes against mine as she
struggles.

Dave only stood there and stared as I sent his wife plunging into insensibility. Witnessing his wife being sleepered caused him to cream in his trunks, the evidence being a damp oval that appeared over his throbbing cock. 

Who am I kidding, I enjoyed it immensely too. My erection pushed hard against Donna and I was almost ready to cum too. So this is what sexual domination felt like? I had a fleeting fantasy, once she had been knocked out, of stripping off her bikini and forcefully entering her. I tried to control myself but her butt convulsed and pushed into my cock. That was too much. I came and my ejaculation spewed through the top of my low-slung swimsuit and spread out on her blue bikini. At the same moment her raspy breathing became more regular. 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 lowered her down until she was stretched out 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 nicely outlined by her tight blue bikini. I slapped her lightly on her rear then stood up. I was both exhausted and exhilarated. So this is what it is all about? This was an exercise of power and skill ending in either total domination or total defeat. It felt great. 

I looked over at Becky; she was lying in the same position where Donna 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?" 


Dave lays out his wife next to mine. 

He picked up his wife under the arms and dragged her unconscious body over next to my wife and laid her down next to her. Both were on their backs, Donna's head lying by Becky's feet. It was easy for me to picture them making love in the "69" position the way Donna had described in her letter. Despite having just ejaculated, I felt my cock grow hard once again while imagining Becky and Donna giving each other oral sex. The fact I had so utterly overcome and dominated Donna seemed to somehow satisfy a point of honor.

Dave took note of my obvious excitement and since his hard-on was still apparent, couldn't say anything. Oddly, we weren't embarrassed about our condition. Dave said "There, don't they look drop dead beautiful together like that? You know, they did make out with each other." 


We gaze down at our knocked out wives, thrilled 
and perplexed by what had just happened.

I had to agree. They did look beautiful they way the two of them were laying stretched out on the floor side-by-side. I was glad that they had both been knocked out. Neither one could savor 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 they would start to wake up. As they came to their senses 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. 


Becky is out for quite some time and lays helplessly
sprawled out on the mats.

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."

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 admitted she enjoyed it but it had been so wrong and she never wanted to do it again. It was a lot to accept. But the tension had broken. Very carefully we made love. It was going to be okay with us. This chapter of our lives was finally over. 

We somehow were able to maintain a friendship with Donna and Dave. Once they had explored the outer limits of their sensuality our wives seemed content with being just friends. Sometimes sex and violence are separated by a very fine line. But it could be so dangerous and destructive. It was time to quit. All future erotic wrestling would just be between Becky and me; or so I hoped. 

The End