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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Catfighting => Topic started by: mphsblues on October 02, 2012, 10:55:47 PM
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I have been wanting to write a story for a long time. I am not the best writer in the world (as you will soon discover), but I enjoyed trying. This is strictly fiction. I made up the names. I thought the concept would be an easy one to start with. Please be gentle! Hope you enjoy!
My Fantasy
My fantasy is an awkward one. It seems it is a common fantasy, but one that is very hard to talk about with the on you are fantasizing about. Of course I am talking about my wife. My fantasy is to see her wrestle another woman. I don’t care if she wins or loses. It’s more about the struggle than the outcome. The problem was getting her involved in the fantasy too. It took many moons, but I was finally successful. This is the story of how my fantasy played out.
We married when we were very young. Both of us were in college preparing for what would become successful careers. We met before a football game, and had a fairy tale courtship. Doesn’t all fairy tales include swinging? Oh well, if not, that is what we did the first couple years of our marriage, but that is for a different story. Actually, our swinging played a huge role in persuading her to give wrestling a shot. More on that later. Anyway, we played the young, impetuous lovers, and then we finally married. We are soulmates who saw in the other someone we could spend the rest of our lives with. Things worked out perfect. We both began our careers. We bought a house. Then we started a family. The swinging stopped when we decided to try for the 2.5 kids. We didn’t make it to 2.5, but we did have one, who happens to be in college himself, now. His being grown also played a big part in getting her to help with my fantasy. She may have never tried if he was still at home.
My fascination with female combat began when I was young. In high school, as a matter of fact. Whenever I saw the gathering crowd, I would secretly hope it was two girls going at it. Fortunately, there were many high-strung young girls at my school, so there would frequently be some nice, short catfights. But I was interested in a little more. Women would wrestle on TV (thanks GLOW and All The Marbles), but I was looking for something more in that realm. I discovered Sports Review Wrestling’s features on apartment wrestling, and I found what I was looking for. Of course, they stopped the articles in 1983, but there were many others to be found. College and early marriage kind of forced my fascination to the back seat, but then the Internet brought it roaring back.
There were literally thousands of places to look, and that is where I found a story about a housewife wrestling for her husband, complete with staged photos. I sought this type of story, and it wasn’t long before I was fantasizing about my wife being one of the combatants. Soon, I would be making stories in my mind about my wife fighting women we would see in the mall, in restaurants, and at my son’s football games. I wouldn’t dare mentioning this to her, however. I will admit, I am a little frightened of her reaction. Especially considering we had our son to think about.
It was a little over a year ago that I finally mentioned my thoughts to her. At first, she was aghast. No way would she even consider it. After a while though, she would point out women and ask how I thought she would do against them. On my 41 birthday, she finally told me she would wrestle if we could find the right opponent. Her reason for the change of heart? She missed the camaraderie of swinging, but she did not want to go back to it. She thought this might be something to fill the void. I wasn’t sure about that (not that I want to go back to that lifestyle), but I wasn’t about to argue.
It took nearly a year, many discreet inquires, and finally a post on a swinger website, but we finally found the right opponent. Her husband’s story sounded oddly like mine. I’m pretty sure we both ran background checks, and we had drinks on one occasion (without our wives), so we were satisfied we had found what we were looking for. The women decided they did not want to meet until the night of the match, for whatever reasons. They did talk on the phone, and they came up with some ideas that astound me to this day. More on that later.
My wife spent the next month preparing for the match. Not once did she mention backing out. She was as excited by the prospect as I was! I taught her some wrestling moves, but I will admit, she isn’t a natural. She can defend herself, but wrestling clearly wouldn’t be her best sport.
The night finally arrived, and I was beside myself with anticipation! We met at a hotel. After checking into a suite, we went to prepare. We arrived first, and my wife went into bedroom to prepare. A short while later, the door opened, and in walked a couple about our age. We greeted and the woman quickly departed to another bedroom to prepare. My new friend and I began arranging the room for the spectacle that was about to unfold. We moved all the furniture, leaving a large enough space with a large rug in front of the fireplace. Chairs were placed in corners across from each other. These are where we would view the struggle. We exchanged small talk for about half an hour then finally one bedroom door opened.
My wife entered the room wearing a short pink terry cloth robe. She kissed me on the cheek. I felt my heart swell with pride as she walked across the room and waited to do something I have only dreamed about. I could tell she was very nervous, but she smiled and never once offered to back out. Thirty seconds later, the door to the second bedroom opened, and out walked her opponent wearing a similar robe, but this one was black. She greeted her husband in a similar manner. After what seemed like an eternity, she and my wife finally turned to face each other, and they both slipped off their robes simultaneously.
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor when I saw what they were wearing! My wife was clad only in a dark blue thong. Her opponent in a crimson red one. Nothing else. The comparisons began flowing through my mind immediately. My wife, Lori, is around 5’3. Her curves have softened over the years, but she is still a shapely 140 lbs. Her voluptuous 38D chest was still as sexy as ever. Her opponent was about the same height (maybe a little taller), but she was certainly heavier, and she was probably a C cup. Maybe around 155 lbs, give or take a few pounds, but she was a very attractive woman. Lorie is a brunette with long, straight hair. Her opponent is a blonde with shorter hair. My wife has green eyes, and Tracy’s are blue. Both women are 41.
Tracy broke the ice by speaking. “Lori and I have been talking for weeks, and we have decided there should be some sort of agreement to make this more competitive.” Her husband and I wait in silence for her to continue. “You’ll find out what it is when the outcome is decided.” I look at the other man with an inquisitive glance, and he looks as confused as me. “We have already discussed rules, so we won’t waste time going over that.” Tracy says with some finality.
My wife smiles coyly at me, and I can’t help but wonder what they are up to. It is obvious they both warmed up in the bedrooms. Their skin is already flush, and there is an ever so slight glaze of perspiration on their bodies. My wife turns to look at me with an expression that says, “Don’t worry. I know what I am doing. I am still wondering about their ‘agreement’ when the signal to start is given.
Lori moves slowly to the middle of the room. Tracy seemed a little more confident, but you could still tell she was wary. Neither woman has done this sort of thing before. Tracy’s husband and I glance at each other. Neither of us quite knowing what to expect.
I have never really known my wife to be very competitive, but she looks very focused as she and Tracy slowly start circling each other. Their bodies coiling like two cats getting ready to spring. Neither claim to know much about wrestling, but they look like pros as they prepare to pounce. Tracy strikes first. Her body moves quickly with a speed I never would have guessed she possessed. Her hips twist and she reaches around my wife’s neck to put her in a headlock. I guess the universal first move in wrestling is almost always the headlock. I had this pictured before the match even started.
Lori doubles over at the hips and her face smacks the bare flesh on Tracy’s side. To her credit, Lori doesn’t panic. Instead she puts her hands on Tracy’s sides and pushes. Her bare feet skid across the carpet and Tracy’s try to brace to keep the smaller woman from pushing her away, but I don’t think she expected Lori to do this. My wife’s head slips out of the headlock and the two women circle each other again. This time, a look of frustration momentarily flashes in Tracy’s eyes.
The second clash doesn’t take long to occur. Lori moves first this time, and she hits the bigger blonde square in the belly with her shoulder. I couldn’t have been prouder when she locked her arms behind her opponent’s thighs and dropped her to the floor. Tracy grunts as she lands, but to her credit, she locks her arms around my wife’s upper body and pulls her over, using my wife’s momentum against her. Lori lands on her back, both women head to head now. They both quickly roll away and get back to their knees.
There is no waiting for the third chapter in this battle. They immediately lunge at each other and tie up collar and elbow. Their faces show how badly they want to win this match. A quick glance at the other man shows he can’t believe how his wife is performing this early in the fight. I think he is as proud as I am.
Lori grits her teeth and pushes against her rival, and Tracy does the same. They are so close together their breasts mushroom into one another and their faces are only inches apart. It takes me a minute to realize it, but they are looking into each other’s eyes and they are literally growling. Heaven help me, but I can’t help but be excited by the spectacle unfolding in front of me! It has already surpassed my wildest expectations!
At this point, there is no more ‘light perspiration.’ They are both starting to sweat heavily even though the room is a comfortable 68 degrees. Their nipples are hard and their skin flush as they struggle against the other in what is becoming the most primal vision of my life!
They topple off their knees and onto their sides. Their bodies entwine and they roll back and forth fighting for the advantage. Bless her heart; my wife is wise enough to lock her legs around Tracy’s midsection before the blonde can do the same to her. But Tracy has a head for wrestling too. She clamps her arms around my wife pulls her upper body close to her and squeezes in a psuedo-bear hug. Both women squeal, gasp, and curse each other while trying to maintain their holds and gain an advantage. Lori pushes her hands under the blonde’s chin and forces her head back. Tracy is looking straight at me, but I am sure she doesn’t even realize it. Her face is a mask of intensity as she tries to squeeze the fight from my wife while trying not to be cut in half by Lori’s scissors hold. It seems to me they are at another stalemate, but I hold my breath waiting to see which one will relent first.
As fate would have it, neither relents. Their bodies are so covered in sweat they lose their grips and push away from each other.
Now back on their feet, they glare at each other. I don’t think they really care if they have an audience or not. Their bodies slap together with a wet, fleshy ‘thwap!’ They both grunt and immediately tangle their hands in each other’s hair. Heads yank from side to side, and yelps of pain fill the room. Cursing and hissing, they seem determined to fight to the bitter end now. I know I am not moving to break them up (unless of course one of them gets hurt), and Tracy’s husband doesn’t look like he is either. I believe we would probably get the hell beat out of us if we even suggested they stop now.
They topple to the floor again, but this time Tracy seems to gain the upper hand. She lands half on my wife and she quickly takes advantage and locks on another side headlock. My wife’s feet kick the floor as she tries to find another outlet. Her thong is completely soaked in sweat now. I can literally see the heat coming off their bodies as they fight for supremacy. Age and lack of conditioning is starting to catch up with both of them, though. They are moving nowhere near as quickly as they were at the start.
My wife pushes up with her hips and twists hard onto her side forcing Tracy’s lower body to ride off the floor, but she still keeps the headlock in place. I nearly fall out of my chair at my wife’s next move. She grips Tracy’s red thong in both hands, and before the blonde realizes it, Lori pulls it down to her knees. The headlock suddenly disappears and the blonde tries to roll away. She doesn’t get far, however. Lori still has her thong, and it slips down her calves and over her feet.
Tracy’s whole body turns a deep scarlet, and I fear she will stop the match out of embarrassment. However, to mine (and her husband’s) delight, she lunges at Lori with a loud, “YOU BITCH!” and they collapse to the floor in a pile. Tracy’s tightly trimmed bush draws my attention momentarily, but not for long, when she slams a hard punch into my wife’s side. I grimace from Lori’s cry of shock and pain, but to my surprise, Lori continues to fight. She returns the punch by hitting Tracy in the shoulder. The blonde gasps sharply, but then they both go for the hair again. This apartment wrestling match is on the verge of turning into an all out catfight. Again, neither Tracy’s husband nor me move to separate the two women.
Slaps ring out as they strike each other in the face and red welts appear on their bare flesh as they try to pay each other back for each other’s latest transgression. After a few minutes of trading slaps and punches, they finally tire and move away from each other. Both women are breathing heavily. My wife actually puts her hands on her knees and pants like crazy. But her eyes never leave her opponent’s. A sense of finality fills the room and everyone realizes the match is going to end one way or another when they clash this time.
That time comes rather quickly and they both simply wade into each other. I guess the time for feeling each other out has long passed. They walk into each other breast-to-breast, belly-to-belly, and nose-to-nose. Their arms lock around each other, and to my surprise, Tracy slips around behind my wife and locks her forearm around her throat. Lori wasn’t expecting this, obviously. Her eyes go wide and she starts clawing at her rival’s forearm desperately. The naked woman squeezes so hard I can see her bicep bulging. Try as she might, Lori cannot dislodge the larger woman. After a few minutes, she drops to her knees, and Tracy quickly pulls her into a sitting position in front of her. She whispers something in my wife’s ears, and Lori begins clawing desperately at the blonde’s arm. Fear flashes in her eyes, and she begins to turn a light shade of purple. Tears flow down her cheeks as Tracy pulls her head back so that I can see my wife’s eyes. I watch intently hoping against hope Lori can pull off a miracle and somehow win this fight.
I know she will never believe it, but I am proud of her just for trying. This has surpassed my wildest dreams. I won’t be able to ask her to do this again, but I will remember this forever. My wife closes her eyes, and I begin to think she passed out, but then they open again and she lightly taps her submission on Tracy’s upper arm. The blonde slides her hips back and releases the hold allowing Lori to lie on her back. The triumphant blonde gets to her feet. Covered in sweat, nude, and flushed she looks beautiful in victory. But even in defeat, my wife looks incredible!
Tracy’s places her foot on her beaten rival’s chest and raises her hands into the air. I guess they decided to pose over each other. My wife keeps her eyes tightly closed. Then to my surprise, Tracy grabs my wife’s hair and orders her to her knees. Her husband and I look on surprised, wondering what is going to happen next. We look on as the blonde evens the score with Lori by stripping off her thong. Soon both women are completely nude. Still holding my wife’s hair, Tracy leads her to where her husband is sitting. “Remember when I said Lori and I came up with a plan to make this more competitive? Well, she is about to show you what the loser is going to do.” I watch in shock, as she demands my wife unzip her husband’s pants and give him a blowjob! This goes all the way back to our swinging days. I can only stare at my wife’s butt as she performs fellacio on another man. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long. When the moment is over, Tracy and her husband go to their bedroom and I help Lori into ours.
She sits quietly for a little while and I wonder if she hates me for putting her in this position. But then she looks at me and says, “I think I will kick her fat ass in our rematch. You need to teach me more wrestling holds.” My mouth drops open, “You’ll get the next blowjob, I promise.”
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Great story for your first try... I can def relate to watching glow and all the marbles. They fueled many a scenario. Hopefully you'll write a sequel and share it. Again thanks.
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Nicely written. Thanks for the story. Looking forward to the rematch following approprite training.
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Pretty nice job.
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Great story, looking forward to the rematch!
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Excellent, loved the catfight part and the 'agreement'
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Thank you for the comments. I have a couple ideas I am working on including a rematch. I hope to have another story posted soon.
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Good Story Memphis Blues! ;)
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very good story, thanks for post it, i want read more.
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Excellent for a debut story.
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Good one.. good
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Thats a nice story. Bravo and look forward to the next!
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Excellent story, I really enjoyed that!
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awesome well done
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Your story was great. I have to confess I like the more erotic aspects to fem vs fem, rather than the brutal defeat of an opponent. Stakes also add a spicy element to any match.
Again, great story, I look forward to reading more about your wife.
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Great story - what did the victory whisper in the your wife's ear?