I stood nervously in one corner of the ring, still not believing what was about to happen. Wayne had begged me for years to box and finally I had agreed to sign up for a local tough woman contest in a bar. All contestants backgrounds have been checked to make sure they had never been registered with a fighting Federation before, assuring that everyone was amateurs and beginners. With much enthusiasm, Wayne picked out short white satin boxing trunks for me and a matching thin, white sports bra top through which you could easily see the areolas and nipples of my sagging tits. I had objected at first, but this was a once in a lifetime thing for us and we had needed a spark in the bedroom so I had reluctantly agreed.
In a couple of weeks, Wayne was gonna have a bareknuckle fist fight with another man at the hunting camp to settle some dispute over a hunting issue. I had to admit thinking about his upcoming fight had aroused me and help me better see why Wayne wanted so badly for me to box and now here I stood.
My opponent had just climbed through the ropes. Her name was Gwen and like me she was in her early 60s and when we met at weigh in I couldn’t help but feel that she seemed pretty tough and calm about all this. It only added to how nervous I was. Now seeing her across the way in the ring in her all black outfit and blonde curly hair hanging down to her shoulders she still looked tough, and she still looked calm. I swallowed hard and my mouth was dry. The ref gave us our instructions at center ring and we returned to the corner. Wayne had been hard as a rock since we had gotten in the car to come here and I had to admit, standing here now, imagining that all the other men in this bar were hard too and that maybe it was because they were looking at me, I was a little damp, feeling more alive sexually than I had in quite a while
The bell rang, starting the first of what would be three rounds lasting two minutes each. I had my gloves up and in front of me just like Wayne had showed me. Gwen twitched her shoulder and I thought she was gonna punch me so I reacted, never even seeing her other glove move until it smashed me right in the middle of my face my God it hurt my eyes watered, and I stumbled back, keeping my hands still up, but my head down. Gwen pounded on me and stayed there for the next two minutes. I could hear Wayne yelling instructions and encouragement and I did try to fight back, but it seems like every time I threw a punch I would get hit with two but the few times I did hit her, I had to admit it felt good all the way down into my pussy. Her punches landed everywhere, my tits, my belly and my face. It seemed like I spent the whole two minutes with my back against the ropes over in my corner as she just pounded away on me. I could hear the ref occasionally telling me to fight back and I tried. I really was doing my best.
The bell finally rang and I stumbled back to the corner with my right glove on the top rope to steady me until I could plop down on the stool in front of Wayne. For the first time, I realized my nose was busted and that my pussy was soaked. As Wayne wiped me down, he told me someone in the front row had told him they had seen Gwen fight before in private backyard fights. He told me that if he had known that he would’ve never let me get in the ring with her. He asked me if I wanted to quit and then he promised he wouldn’t blame me. I told him no I wanna keep fighting. I wanna fight till the end. I could tell by the brief look on Wayne‘s face that my words had almost made him cum and that only made me wetter. I stood and with a worried look on his face Wayne put my mouthpiece back in and pleaded “Just do your best baby. I’m so proud of you!” I winked with my swollen right eye and waited for the bell. The crowd was going wild and it made me feel even sexier.
I tried to move more to get away from Gwen in round two but the results were the same. She basically chased me around the ring and beat the shit out of me as I did my best to fight back. My blood was splattered across her face and chest, and I could feel it dripping off of my chin down onto my own white top. One shot to my right tit had made my knees buckle, and the only thing that kept me up was that I reached behind me with my right glove and caught the top rope to steady myself. At the bell, Wayne entered the ring and led me back to the corner gently sitting me down on the stool. “My God, Sue this is incredible. I love you so much. You’ve done enough. You really don’t have to go back out there, baby.” No. I said “I wanna finish this fight. I know I’m getting my ass kicked but Wayne I’m really enjoying this somehow. Just do whatever you have to do to get me back out there for one more round.” When I stood, the crowd roared obviously many had expected me to quit after two rounds. When I turned my head to look at the crowd a couple of the men flashed their cocks at me. It made me feel so good. Tonight, for the first time in a long time, I felt sexy again.
Gwen knocked me down twice in the third round, but both times I got up before the 10 count. I was determined not to give this old bitty the satisfaction of knocking me out. My dark thick unruly bush was easily visible beneath my thin sweat soaked trunks, and both tits had been beaten on so much that my fat old nipples were both leaking and I didn’t need a mirror to know that my face was a mess. Despite all this something inside of me had awakened, something, that had been dormant for a long time and no matter how much pain or humiliation I had suffered in this ring I didn’t have an ounce of regret about agreeing to give boxing a try. By the end, many in the crowd were chanting my name, and in a way that made this feel like a victory. At the bell, Wayne shot through the ropes, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up in a bear hug, I raised my weary arms in the air as he circled the ring with me. Many cocks were flashed and as he squeezed me tightly against his chest I started having an orgasm. I didn’t hide it either my head rolling back and my body quivering. I knew Wayne felt it too. Back in the corner, he set me down and took my gloves off, wiping the blood away from my face, and doing the best he could before we went to the middle of the ring for the obvious decision to be officially announced. Gwen‘s hand was raised and to my surprise, she turned and hugged me, whispering in my ear. “You’re a tough old bitch. It’s obvious you didn’t know what you were doing but if you wanna learn how to fight, I’ll teach you.” I excitedly agreed and promised I would be in touch.
We moved to the ropes to exit the ring. I could smell my scent coming, not only from me, but also Wayne’s shirt which I had drenched when I had cum as he held me up. When we reached the ropes and Wayne lifted the top one I paused, looking at him and winking, and then shocking us both as I peeled off my top, whirling it over my head and sailed it into the crowd. I leaned into him and whispered “when we get in the changing room I want you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked me and I don’t even care if people are watching.” This fight had awakened me and I could sense it had awakened something in Wayne too. It was as if we had gone back in time. We weren’t husband and wife, mom and dad or grandpa and grandma right now. We were those two horny teenagers who had first met in high school decades ago…and that was worth fighting for.
