My wife and I had just moved to town a couple of weeks ago. I had taken a job as the strength and conditioning coach a local college and my wife was hired as a PE teacher at the local high school. We live in a relatively quiet neighborhood with mostly older couples. The one exception are our next door neighbors. They are about the same age as we are.
After having been living in our house for about three weeks, they invited us over for dinner one night. We had really had a lot of interaction with them, other than to say hello or wave if they were in their yard as we were coming or going. So, we were excited to accept this dinner invitation with the only other couple in our age demographic in the neighborhood.
Don and Susie, were both employed in the same factory in town. They had been high school sweethearts and married the summer after they graduated and went to work together at the same plant where they had put in around 10 years of service. We did notice that they did a lot of entertaining on the weekends and did seem to like to party. I assumed after a hard five days of work, they enjoyed the weekends.
My wife, Joni had been a gymnast in high school and college and once her “career” was complete, she continued to work out to maintain her fitness and strength. That’s where we met, in a gym where I was a personal trainer. I had played various sports in high school and a little in college. I actually became more interested in the training aspect of athletics and pursued that as a career choice. After a solid ten years of training, I can modestly say I am pretty ripped.
We spent the evening at Don and Susie’s house getting to know one another and we enjoyed their company even though we seemingly had little in common. After several hours of socializing, before we headed home, they asked us to come down into the basement as they wanted to show us something. That something was a regulation boxing/wrestling ring. They explained that they were into couples fighting and they wanted to invite us to join the fun one weekend. Joni and I were a bit taken aback but told our hosts that we would certainly give it some thought and get back with them.
We had hardly hit the door to our house, before we both expressed both amazement and interest. While Joni, at least to my knowledge, had never been in a fight before (most girls/women in high school and college would have been intimidated by her physical strength) we often fantasized with each other about fighting with another man or woman to win the other over. It was, in fact, Joni who seemed most turned on the by the idea. Besides she said, we were stronger and fitter than Don and Susie, and we would likely be able to handle them fairly easily. This was the chance to act out our fantasies.
So, the next day I saw Don in his back yard and told him we were game. He was so excited he called into Susie to tell her the good news. She came to the door and said that we could do it the upcoming weekend. I wasn’t sure what I (actually Joni) had gotten us into but it was too late to back out now. Don then proceeded to lay out how it worked. The match would last five rounds. The women would tangle the first, third, and fifth rounds and the men the second and fourth rounds. That is if it went that far as it was a best three out of five. Susie then shouted across the yard the part that the men like the best is that the women fight topless. My first reaction was, how am going to sell that to Joni. It turned out not to be a hurdle at all.
Don said since they were challenging us to fight, that we could put in one stipulation or rule. I suggested that the first two rounds would begin with a test of strength. I figured that would be to our advantage. Without hesitation, they agreed and the fight was scheduled for the upcoming Saturday night.
Joni entered this competition with a great deal of confidence. She was certain that Susie would be no match for her. I suggested to her that while our neighbors weren’t the fitness buffs we were, they worked at very hard jobs and would be tougher than anyone else we likely knew. Moreover, they had a ring in their basement that they used to do this often. Nonetheless, Joni was convinced she was clearly the better woman. As for the topless part of the deal, I think she was anxious to show off her fabulous body to our neighbor. This played fully into her fantasy.
We ventured over to Don and Susie’s that Saturday evening for our scheduled show down. The women were up first. Joni entered the ring first and slipped off her shirt. My wife’s firm 34 C breasts are really an incredible sight. Her half dollar sized areola displayed large erect nipples. I’ve been with a lot women, but her tits are the best I’ve seen. Next came Susie. She is small up top, 32 B. But, when she removed her shirt, she was displayed dime sized areola but her nipples were even thicker than Joni’s. Joni looked at me checking out Susie’s hardware as realized that for once there was a woman who was sporting bigger nipples than she had. I just told her, she had the total package, which was true. But there was no denying Susie looked good as well.
With the sound of the bell, the two women met at center ring and locked hands to begin the test of strength. Joni might have thought she would have an immediate advantage but I sensed differently. The two women applied their might and strength but neither could gain an advantage. I’m sure Joni was surprised that, at least, to this point Susie was her equal. Finally, after about 30 seconds Joni’s began to win the struggle. Slowly she was able to push Susie to her knees as her biceps bulged in the process. At that point, I’m not sure what her strategy was unless she would just force Susie to submit when she realized that Joni was too strong for her. Clearly though, Susie had a strategy. She lunged forward head first into Joni’s abs. Unable to dislodge my blonde wife’s grip, she planted a second head butt and a third one that drove Joni back into the turnbuckle. In flash, the thick nippled brunette, lifted her legs up and planted her feet in Joni’s midsection and then rolled backwards stilling clasping the blonde’s hands. Susie’s momentum brought Joni up on to her feet, where she then flipped her over where she landed on her ass with her back to Susie. Susie was quick to her feet and she was able to grab both of Joni’s arms and plant her foot squarely in my wife’s back. She pulled with all her might on Joni’s arms while pushing with great force her foot in Joni’s back. My wife cried out in agony from the pain being inflicted upon her by Susie. If possible Susie’s large nipples seemed even thicker than when the fight began. I was unable to view Joni’s as her back was to me but I assumed that had reached a peak as well. Joni tried mightily to figure a way out of this painful hold but nothing worked. Suddenly, she submitted.
I was stunned that Susie had turned the tables so quickly on my strong wife. As she reached our corner, she commented that Susie was really hurting her, as if she didn’t understand that’s what happens in a fight. She had really entered this thing thinking that this smaller woman was no match for her. But, in less than two minutes Susie had easily gotten the best of her. In the other corner, Don gave his wife a high five and congratulated her on her first round win. He commented that Joni’s gym muscles were no match for her real world strength.
I was next up. Much like with the wives, I was clearly the outwardly more muscular. At 6’1” 215, I was pretty ripped. Don, was about 2 inches shorter than me but probably weighed about the same. He was hairy chested with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. Unlike, my wife I understood the challenge my opponent would bring. I figured I need to work fast and immobilize him before he had an opportunity to do what Susie had been able to do.
Like with our wives, the test of strength was initially a standstill. But like with Joni and Susie, I took control after about 30 seconds. As I drove Don to his knees, I decided to change course and quickly pulled Don to his feet, loosened by right hand from his and drive it into his softer belly. I followed that up with an upper cut and then two more shots before Don would react. The second shot floored Don and as he lay on his back, I jumped on top and pressed my arms to his and forced his arms over his head. I had all the leverage and he wasn’t strong enough to dislodge me and after ten seconds with his back pinned to the mat, he submitted.
The score was now 1-1 with both matches lasting only about two minutes. Those two matches would not be indicative of what was to follow.
To be continued…
