My wife and I are in our early forties, but are quite active athletically. We have noted with keen interest the increase in the media on the subject of girl wresting. I was always turned on by the subject, but it was only after fifteen years of marriage that I discovered my wife was also a wrestling enthusiast. We have since enjoyed the sport together, both as spectators and participants.
There is nothing quite like the spectacle of seeing two females in a wrestling/catfight. Nothing seems out of bounds, and the main objective always appears to be total humiliation of the defeated party. I have seen my wife in a few good scrapes, and we were both highly aroused by the experience. My wife is forty-one, but quite capable of defending herself against younger opponents. Last summer she got into it with a twenty-two-year-old chick at a beach party. She gave the young hottie a good going over and embarrassed the hell out of her by stripping the girl’s bikini off in front of everyone. To top off her victory, she took the girl’s bikini and used it to tie the girl’s ankles and wrists together. The poor kid was left there on the grass, naked – helpless, and begging for mercy.
And we are not alone in our interest in wrestling. We meet frequently with other couples and groups for matches, which are sometimes friendly and sometimes not. A couple of years ago, I actually hired a girl to wrestle my wife. We had a big party planned that included many of our wrestling friends. I thought it would be a good idea to bring in an outsider and have her wrestle my wife as part of the party entertainment. The girl I got was twenty-four years old and a real beauty queen type. My wife was thirty-nine at the time, but after about five minutes of wrestling, she had the chick tied in knots and crying to give up.
My wife decided to give me and our friends a real show for the evening because we were all ready for some “raw” thrills. She ripped that beauty queen’s bikini completely off her, leaving her deliciously naked before the cheering group. It was a hilarious sight watching this now red-faced chick trying to cover her nakedness while my wife tossed her around and tied her up in one hold after another. With the encouragement of the crowd, my wife used a few “special” holds on the chick that had her begging for mercy. At one point, she marched this “Miss Universe” around the mat from behind with a combination “tit” lock and “cxnt” hold that had the party laughing and taunting my wife’s opponent at her predicament at the hands of an “old woman.”
After a few minutes of this, what had been a tough talking show-off, was now five feet five inches of sweating, rosy flesh shaking at the knees. My wife later told me that she had several orgasms during the whole thing. Needless to say, my wife’s opponent did not stick around for the rest of the party.
