The W.O.H.P., Part 6: Barb vs. Laurie - Barbeque Battle
It had been several weeks since the WOHP party and I had settled back into my normal existence with Bill, who I affectionately referred to as ‘hubby.’ I’d not told him about the events of the WOHP, as I’d left that part of my life mostly behind when we married several years ago. Sure, he knew I liked to wrestle other women, but I wasn’t too sure he approved of it very much. So I kept that part of my life separate from my married existence, not wanting to rock the boat. Bill had a very high paying job in marketing, while I worked as a patent attorney at a very large law firm. I was a long way from becoming a partner, but the possibility seemed more real every year.
It was mid-morning at the office and I was halfway through a patent search when my secretary buzzed me, asking, “Can I pass a phone call through from a woman named Laurie? I didn’t get a last name, but she said you’d remember her from something called ‘The WOHP’, where both of you were in attendance.”
I dropped everything, telling him, “Thanks, Tim. I’ll take that call.”
A moment later, Laurie came on the line. “Hi Barb, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything important.”
“Hi Laurie,” I responded excitedly, my heart starting to beat a bit faster. “Nice of you to call. I’d been meaning to give you a call, too. But no, you weren’t interrupting anything much.”
“Good. I wasn’t sure if I should call you at work, but it was a nice day, so I thought I’d take a chance on lunch today. Interested?” she asked.
“Sure, I’m interested. When and where?” I asked.
“How about Red Roosters? They have a nice patio and we can sit outside and chat… say about 11:30.”
“I know the place. It’s funny we never bumped into each other there. But I guess we didn’t know each other until recently, so maybe we did cross paths at some point,” I told her.
“Sure, probably,” she replied. “It’ll be nice to catch up on things since the WOHP. I’d like to hear about everything firsthand… and I have some tales to tell myself!”
I was very intrigued, now! Apparently Laurie had had a few matches herself since the WOHP. “Hmmm, sounds interesting. I can hardly wait!”
“Okay. I’ll see you there!” she replied lightly, clearly looking forward to it as well.
Laurie had been on my mind a lot since our wrestling match at the WOHP. I’d never before found a female opponent so similar to myself. The match we’d had was between two near-equals… in height, weight, strength and age. But we were especially equal in our breasts - both of us with the same size, shape and coloration! Laurie intrigued me to no end, and I was embarrassed not to have called her myself. I just didn’t know where to go with it. But maybe Laurie had some ideas. I swore I’d make it up to her for not calling her myself.
I arrived at Red Roosters right on time, meeting Laurie in line to place our orders. After ordering, we filled our soft drink cups with ‘unsweet’ iced tea, awaiting the food. It wasn’t long before we were out on the patio enjoying our meal. Laurie broke the ice first.
“So, the last I heard, you’d lined up a match with Melinda after the WOHP, plus maybe another with Charlene a few days later. How’d it go?”
I wasn’t sure how much to tell her… but ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained,’ I decided. It wasn’t as if either of us could ‘kiss & tell’ anyway. “Well, I had my hands full with Melinda. She got the better of me. She’s so tall & wiry… energetic… and amazingly ‘resistant,’ if you know what I mean… She wiped my butt. But in my defense, you’d already wore me out earlier that night.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she replied. Christine and I wrestled later that night, too. And I was so worn down that she wiped my butt, too. I usually do much better against her, often winning. I understand that you and Christine have some history, as well,” she asked.
“Um hmm,” I affirmed. “Before I married, Christine and I wrestled often. She’s an awesome opponent, despite her size… and no qualms about… well, you know.”
“Yes, I do know,” Laurie replied quietly, being certain we weren’t overheard. “She was all over me that night. I didn’t stand a chance!”
“Yeah, give her an opening, and you’re done for,” I replied. “With Christine, you have to keep on your toes and not give her any opportunities. Plus, she has those sneaky moves designed to lull your suspicions.”
“I think I’ve wrestled her enough now to have seen them all. So she doesn’t try them on me anymore. It’s just wrestling now,” Laurie told me.
“It was the same when I used to wrestle her, too,” I replied. “The sneaky moves were gone and we just wrestled to a definite ‘conclusion,’ so to speak. I think I beat her more often than not, but I didn’t keep track.”
“Well, she did,” replied Laurie slyly. “She told me you were ahead 14 to 10 when you quit and got married.”
“Yeah, it was hard to give it up, but Bill wouldn’t have understood. I’m not sure he’d have approved. So now, I have to be very careful when I decide to wrestle. But hey, enough of that. What’s your record versus Christine?”
“Not too different, actually - 7 to 5 in my favor,” she replied. “Say, did you ever get around to wrestling Charlene?”
“Yep,” I told her. “I had a score to settle with her after the way she plastered poor Julie. There’s a certain etiquette to be obeyed, after all.”
“Yeah, sort of like a Marquis of Queensbury type of thing,” she offered, “but definitely not the Marquis de Sade, as Charlene seems to think.”
“Um hmm,” I agreed. “But when she and I went at it, I ‘dropped the gloves’ so to speak and went all out. Char never knew what hit her. She tried to use her huge tits against me, and it almost worked, but only almost. I dominated her totally and left her there ‘wanting,’ if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, excellent!” she exclaimed, causing a stir among the other lunch patrons. “I figured you’d clean her clock, and I’m glad you did. I, too, was very disturbed by what Char did to Julie. But I knew you were on it, so I took the other tack, and called Julie.”
“Good,” I replied. “I’m glad you did. So, did you…”
“Yes, we did. Julie wasn’t dressed like a dominatrix at the WOHP for nothing - she’s very tough! Despite the drubbing she’d received from Char, she was eager to try again. In fact, she was even willing to wrestle with me in front of Ted… my husband,” she told me tentatively, watching my face for any expression, “and her husband, too, of course.”
“And…” I asked, revealing nothing. “Did you…”
“No, no. It wasn’t that type of match, although our swimsuit tops did come off during the match. Julie’s really tough you know. I was barely able to beat her - it went a full two out of three… and she’s had no training whatsoever!”
“Hmmm, sounds like you and Julie had fun. So, I assume your husband is into female wrestling?” I asked enviously.
“Yep, I married wisely, as it turns out,” she replied. “But I didn’t tell him about the WOHP. He’d prefer to be there whenever I wrestle… so I don’t always tell him…”
“Yeah,” I told her. “I know what you mean. My husband doesn’t understand… so I don’t tell him when I have the occasional match.”
“Well, maybe this won’t work out then,” she asked tentatively. “But I was hoping you and I could have a rematch in front of our two hubbies. I’m dying to get my arms around you and tussle some more!”
“Yeah, me too,” I replied slowly. “But I don’t think that would work out. Bill just wouldn’t understand.”
“I see,” she replied, clearly disappointed. “I really wanted to keep this above board. That would make things much easier for us to get together.”
“Maybe we should get together as a foursome sometime… just get to know each other,” I asked.
“Yeah, and let the guys get comfortable in a social situation… at least to start.”
“Yeah… that might work,” I replied excitedly. “After a time, maybe your Ted could pique Bill’s interest.”
“Um… I don’t know,” she replied thoughtfully. “Ted’s so eager that he’d probably bug Bill to heck. I doubt that approach would work very well.”
“Yeah, Bill doesn’t like to be pressured. Maybe it would be best for me to bring it up after he’s known you guys for a while.”
“Okay, how about Saturday night, then?” she asked. “You guys can come over for a cookout. I’ll tell Ted that you’re a friend I met at the Halloween party. He doesn’t know anything about what went on at the party, so he won’t be on edge to get us to wrestle.”
“My Bill knows nothing about the WOHP, either, other than it being a Halloween party. It sounds like a good plan, and we’re free that night.”
“How about five’ish then?” she asked.
“It’s a date!” I replied enthusiastically. “Maybe we can turn Bill into a female wrestling fan, at least at some point.”
I got the particulars from Laurie and we parted ways, each returning to our respective jobs. But come to think of it, I had neglected to ask Laurie what she did for a living. She seemed intelligent and well educated, so I assumed she had a white-collar job of some sort.
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And so it went. As the months passed, Bill and I socialized with Laurie and Ted often, while Laurie and I lunched weekly, often plotting on how and when to spring the news to Bill… about wrestling. Laurie and I became best of friends, and, so did our husbands! But Laurie and I had not wrestled again… with each other or anyone else for that matter. It was like we were ‘saving ourselves’ for the other. It was corny, but I felt that way.
Eventually, I learned that Laurie was CEO of a small start-up biotech company. I knew she was smart, but I’d had no idea. She’d hired Ted a few years before as a consultant, and he ended up becoming much more to her, now an equal partner in the venture. But Laurie kept that part of her life mostly to herself, merely saying ‘things are going well, at least to this point.’
Finally, at lunch one day, I excitedly broke the news to Laurie. “Bill and I talked last night. I finally figured out the best way to broach the subject… and it worked!!”
“You mean… we’re gonna have a match?” she literally squealed, oblivious to all else.
“Sshhh. We don’t want to tell everyone here. They might want to come along,” I teased.
“Yeah, yeah. Just let me calm down for a minute…” Laurie paused, taking a deep breath. “So tell me. How did you do it? What did he say?”
“I used the old guilt trip routine,” I began. “I made him feel guilty, then let him figure a way out of it… you know, helping out and all.”
Laurie looked perplexed, so I continued. “I told him Ted had been badgering you… wanting you to wrestle me, thinking us to be physically well matched.”
“Yeah, little does he know how well matched,” she chortled.
“Anyway, I put it to Bill that you were reluctant to ask me, not wanting to jeopardize our friendship. And then I said, you finally broke down from the pressure, even sobbing to me about a fight you’d had with Ted about it, finally agreeing to broach the subject with me.”
“And that helps how?” she asked.
“You don’t know Ted like I do… not that hard to manipulate if you know which buttons to press. To make a long story short, Bill was mad about Ted at first, and felt sorry for you. I assured him that all was well, your marriage was solid, and we were still best of friends, even though I’d turned you down about the wrestling.”
“Hmmm, very devious,” she smiled.
“Yep, it wasn’t long before Bill was insisting that I give it a try with you… as a ‘favor to Laurie and Ted,’ even. And then came the best part… I told him you hadn’t yet informed Ted of my refusal, and he told me to tell you immediately that he’d agreed to our wrestling ‘without hesitation’.
“Geez, you’re awesome. I’m gonna have to take lessons from you,” she teased.
“Yeah, pretty sweet. But obviously you have to set things up at your end,” I told her. “I assume Ted is still badgering you to wrestle me?”
“Yep, it’s all true… no need to cook up a story or whatever. This’ll work as is!”
“Great, so when should we do it? I asked excitedly.
“How about this Saturday, late afternoon? We can get together at our place for cocktails. Maybe have a barbeque cookout afterwards?”
“Sure, there’s no sense in wrestling after dinner on a full stomach. And the drinks should help my Bill loosen up,” I replied.
Laurie continued, “We have a nice wrestling mat and the downstairs has plenty of room. We’re all set up. So, any ideas on how we should do it? You know, I still want revenge for my loss to you at the WOHP.”
“Yeah sure… as if that’s ever gonna happen,” I teased, putting on my best ‘game face,’ giving her a hard time. “But here’s what I’ve been thinking…” and I told her everything.
I had anticipated this rematch for some time, so I had lots of ideas. Laurie did too, so we took an extended lunch to discuss them all. We made our plans and then parted, both of us excited for the weekend.
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Bill was visibly nervous on the drive over to Laurie and Ted’s place. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked me, looking for reassurance.
“Sure, it’s no big deal really,” I explained for the umpteenth time. “It’s just a friendly tussle between friends… in front of our adoring husbands. It’ll be competitive, but friendly. No one’s gonna get hurt. Laurie and I are best of friends and we’ve already agreed on a set of rules, so nothing will get out of hand. Just try to relax and have a good time… you just may enjoy it!”
“Yeah, maybe so. But it seems strange going over to our best friends house so that our two women can wrestle,” he plodded.
“Okay, we’ve been over this enough times,” I continued, using the warped logic that had gotten us this far. “Who would you rather have Laurie wrestle? Me or someone she hardly knows? That’s where I see the potential for trouble. It’s far better for her to wrestle a known, good friend than someone she hardly knows at all.”
“Yeah, you’re right. It’ll be okay. Just be careful not to hurt each other.”
“Yes, dear,” was my automated reply. It was sweet of him, and that was part of the reason I’d married him. But sometimes… he could be so dense! Thankfully, we arrived before Bill could have further misgivings. I got out of the car quickly and walked up the steps with Bill trailing behind. There’d be no turning back now.
Before I could even ring the bell, Laurie opened the door and pulled me inside, obviously taking no chances. “So how are you doing today? Ready to rassle?” she teased loudly.
Bill was about to say something, but Ted thankfully appeared and started talking sports with him. Ted did a well-choreographed manipulation on Bill, which was part of our plan. Bill was the only stumbling block to overcome. We had triple-teamed him, so to speak. Ted led Bill towards the kitchen, saying, “Let me get you a beer,” always a good idea when Bill was around.
That gave Laurie and me a chance to compare notes. “He’ll let us go through with it,” I told her. “The guilt would be too big a price to pay. Just get a few beers in him and he’ll agree to anything.”
“Good, because I’ve got a few new ideas in mind for the last round. Not even Ted knows a thing about this. It can be our little surprise.”
“Maybe we’d better get more than a couple beers into Bill, if you’re thinking along the same lines as I am.”
Laurie handed me a glass of wine, and we headed downstairs to inspect the mat and discuss the plan. Sometime later, we joined the guys in the kitchen, where almost all parties are actually held. I saw four empty beer bottles sitting on the counter, and the guys were working on numbers five and six. All was going well, so Laurie and I slipped out to put on our wrestling outfits. The guys were so engrossed in their sports talk, that we knew we’d be undisturbed for at least a few minutes.
We went into the master bedroom to change. We slipped out of our clothes, and just stood there for a few long moments staring at each other’s naked form. I’d waited for this moment for so long… waited to see her supple, lithe form… waited to see her beautifully shaped 34B breasts with pink nipples, ones I knew to be nearly identical to my own. Laurie met my appraising gaze, returning it with incredible intensity. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her right then & there and throwing her onto the bed. But we’d agreed earlier not to let that happen, knowing it was best to wait for the match.
I slipped on my tiny, lime green bikini. Laurie slipped on an identical tiny, hot pink bikini. The bikini bottoms were a modest style, covering our asses fully. We hadn’t wanted to shock the guys too badly on the first ‘outing,’ at least to start. Laurie and I had gone shopping together one lunch hour and picked out our wrestling outfits, readily agreeing on this style. We twirled around in front of the mirror, inspecting ourselves, as well as each other. We were so hot looking, that I almost felt sorry for the guys. They were in for a treat… but so were we!!
Laurie and I sauntered out of the bedroom, holding our wine glasses, plus an empty bottle of wine. We’d actually had very little to drink, having poured most of the bottle into another bottle. This is where the acting began. Even Ted wasn’t in on the deception. We stepped into the kitchen, staggering slightly and slurring our speech. The guys took one look at us, ogling to be sure, but uncertain what to do about our so-called inebriated state. Their mouths hung open… speechless.
So Laurie and I executed the plan we’d carefully concocted. Laurie began, “Hey, you’re not so tough. I’ll get you down easily.”
“No way,” I countered. “You couldn’t take me even in five rounds.”
“You want three out of five… instead of two out of three??? Done!! Gladly,” slurred Laurie.
“Aw right! Five second pins, too?” I asked belligerently.
“Um hmm,” she agreed quickly. “Let’s get on with it.”
We turned around abruptly and headed downstairs to the basement wrestling area. The guys must have been stunned, taking a few moments to follow, but in a big rush once they’d snapped out of it. We stepped onto the large mat area, circling each other preparing to start, as the guys hurriedly sat down on the couch. They seemed worried, but we didn’t give them a chance to interfere, resuming the script we’d worked out.
“If you’re so tuff, maybe you’d care to stake something on it?” I asked.
“Sure, whatever you want. It’s our house and you’re the ‘guest’ here,” she replied, “just name it.”
The guys’ eyes were glued on us, watching the unfolding drama in shock, not knowing what to make of it. “Clothes…” I replied. “The stakes are our clothes. When you lose a round, you lose a piece of clothing.”
“Done!” cried Laurie, before either of the guys could say a thing. “I’ll have you naked and begging for mercy in no time,” she bragged.
I saw Bill preparing to say something, but Ted held him back, ‘shushing’ him. They just sat there and watched, keeping their mouths shut.
“No way, it’ll be you, stripped & naked beneath me, begging to be let up!” I told her belligerently.
We lurched at each other, eager to begin. We’d agreed that the wrestling would be the only thing unscripted this evening. Our bodies made contact… soft, yet hard… struggling as we had done only once before. The difference this time was that we weren’t naked … at least not yet!
Laurie must have been really inspired. She rolled me over like a ton of bricks and took the top position. I was backpedaling, just trying to keep up with her momentum. We’d agreed to keep things simple tonight, no fancy moves or holds, just basic stuff. I didn’t want Bill to realize how experienced a wrestler I actually was.
Laurie was perched on her knees, sitting on top of my waist, holding my shoulders down to the mat with her hands. Her legs were bent back with her ankles resting on my thighs. I bucked and twisted, managing to keep one shoulder blade or the other off the mat so that Laurie couldn’t count me out. In the tussle, her left boob had come loose from the bikini top and was dangling in plain view for all to see.
From my position on the floor, I glanced over at Bill and Ted on the couch… both sets of eyes glued upon Laurie’s exposed breast. They were speechless… awestruck! However, from the look of pure lust on his face, I could see that my Bill was hooked!!!
When Laurie reached up to put her boob back into the bikini, I struck and flipped her off me. We got up, but just to our knees. We moved in close, grinning at each other so the guys would see we were enjoying the contest. We pushed each other back down to the mat, both going for the top position. A five second pin wouldn’t be that difficult for either of us, so I had to be careful. Our arms and hands were plied against the other, and our legs naturally entwined as we rolled back and forth struggling for dominance. Finally our breasts jostled into the other’s breasts and I nearly melted. It had been far too long since we’d had contact like that with each other. I looked into Laurie’s eyes and saw in them the same thing I was feeling… a longing desire. But I ached inside, knowing that the thing we both wanted wasn’t on the agenda tonight.
As Laurie’s thigh momentarily brushed against my crotch, I weakened abruptly and Laurie was upon me again. Before I knew it, Laurie was sitting on my chest, straddling my breasts with her thighs. It was then that I realized that my right boob had popped free of its confinement, now naked and pressing against the inner recesses of Laurie’s thigh! Once Laurie realized what had happened, the expression on her face was priceless. I could see her indecision… to stay put and enjoy the contact, or go for the pin?
She smiled briefly, and then went for the pin. Her knees came up upon my shoulders and the contact of boob to inner thigh was broken. Now the guys could see my exposed boob, both grinning widely at the sight. I tried to mount a defense, twisting, wriggling, looping my legs up towards her torso, bridging, etc. But Laurie was too good of a wrestler & I couldn’t get free. I decided to give in and save my strength for the next round.
Laurie smugly counted me out, seeing I’d given up on this round, resuming our planned script. “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five!”
Laurie’s knees came off my shoulders and then she reached for my bikini top as she stood up. “Hey, gimme that thing,” she slurred, ripping my bikini top off and tossing it towards the guys.
I stood up quickly, pretending to be incensed. Bill and Ted were having an excellent adventure, watching my 34B’s bounce around as I lurched at Laurie. She was facing towards the guys, and away from me, doing a triumphant muscle pose for them. That wasn’t in the script, so I figured I could ad lib, too, barreling into her as an impromptu start of round two.
We tumbled forwards right into the guys sitting on the couch. Arms, legs, heads and feet were every which a way until the guys finally freed themselves of the two of us thrashing females. The guys hovered nearby watching the action unfold. I had Laurie in a reverse bearhug and my legs encircled her waist. She struggled to get free, but I held fast. My boobs were pressed hard against her nearly naked back, and I’m sure the guys were disappointed at the impeded view of my toplessness.
Laurie used her legs to roll us off the couch, now landing on the wrestling mat with Laurie on her hands and knees and me on her back, still clutching onto her with the bearhug. I lowered my legs to the mat on each side of her for stability. It was kind of like a ‘horsey ride,’ with Laurie as the horse, as I hung on for dear life while she tried to buck me off.
Eventually, she managed to roll us over, but unfortunately for Laurie, her waist landed between my legs. I quickly secured a scissors hold, punishing her there for a few minutes, trying to weaken her. My boobs were flopping around as we lay there struggling, Laurie trapped between my legs. Both of our guys were back on the couch, eyes locked onto my chest, speechless. I knew this was just what the guys wanted, and I didn’t want to spoil their good time, or mine for that matter, so I held the hold a good long time.
Finally, I pushed Laurie fully onto her back and sat atop her, applying my own schoolgirl pin upon her. Laurie was pooped out and didn’t resist. I counted her out easily. “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five!”
I jumped up, ripping her bikini top off, as she had done to me. But I kept one eye on her as I did a muscle pose for the guys. I was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and I guess it was infectious, as the guys looked the same way. And as Laurie came alongside, I saw she had the ‘look,’ too.
Ted jumped up, saying, “Break time… time to rest… let me get something for the two of you to drink.”
“Mmmm… how about some more wine?” I asked, playing the part of a soused female.
“I think you’ve had enough booze,” chimed Bill quickly. “Hey Ted, how about you bring out some bottled water?”
“Yeah, I’ll do just that,” he replied.
“Hey!!” the two of us women chimed in unison. But the guys had bought the act, so we just put on pouty faces and sat down on the couch with Bill sandwiched between us. He was near ecstatic with a topless woman sitting close by on each side, not sure how to ogle us without appearing too obvious. Bill was nearly speechless, babbling in one or two word sentences from time to time, like, “Amazing!” or “Great wrestling!” or “Incredible action!”
Soon, Ted reappeared with 4 bottles of water. He grinned widely as he handed us each a bottle. “You guys were incredible! I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
“And he’s seen a lot,” chimed in Laurie, stifling a dirty look from her hubby Ted.
Ted smelled a rat, saying, “And if I’m not mistaken, you guys were having a good time of it, too. Am I right?”
“Guilty as charged,” Laurie replied. “We decided to put on a little show for you guys… to help get you into the proper mood, so to speak.”
“Yeah. Sorry to deceive you about the wine, Bill, but I thought this way would be best,” I said sheepishly.
“Hey, no problem, no problem at all,” Bill replied evenly, a wicked glint in his eyes. “But what I really want to know… is the strip-wrestling still a go???” He grinned, and I knew I had a convert on my hands.
“Of course,” the two of us women chortled in unison. “How could we go back on something like that??”
Both guys looked very relieved… and excited! The two of us women shifted positions so that we now sat next to each other on the couch between the two men, but next to our own mate, too. We sat there swigging on our bottled water, making sure to take deep breaths, and tilt our heads back as we drank, exposing our boobs as much as possible. The guys were captivated, and I truly felt like I had Bill wrapped around my little finger 100% for the first time in our marriage. He was mine to control, if I felt the need.
Laurie & I finished our waters and then each took a quick bathroom break. The guys couldn’t take their eyes off us as we went back and forth to the head. When I returned, Laurie was waiting for me on the mat, ready to start the next round. Her beautiful boobs glistened in the soft lighting of the room. I could hardly wait to get at her. The guys were both silent, waiting for us to begin.
We moved together slowly and in the last pre-arranged maneuver, embraced each other in a mutual bearhug, breast-to-breast, body pressing against body. I squashed my naked boobs against Laurie’s and she squashed hers against me. The contact was electrifying! But this was probably as erotic as we dared go with the guys watching. I knew they’d get off on it, but I doubted they knew that Laurie & I would, too.
We mashed and squashed our boobs together for a few minutes being careful not to give the guys a hint of our arousal. Laurie’s body felt so good pressed hard against my own. Despite the mutual desire, Laurie & I were actually battling each other as well, trying to wear down the other in our entanglement.
Finally, we tumbled to the mat. I landed on bottom, taking the brunt of the landing. We were still wrapped around each other and Laurie was definitely getting the better of me. I’d gotten some of the wind knocked out of me, so I was feeling a bit weak. Laurie sensed an advantage and managed to untangle her legs from mine, maneuvering them out to the side. Then she pressed her chest against mine, grabbed my right arm and tucked it between her legs to secure it tightly there. I knew Laurie was going for a cross body pin, and I tried to twist free. But she wrapped her left arm behind and around my neck and used her right arm to ensnare my left arm. I twisted hard, bridged, tugged and attempted to roll, but to no avail.
Laurie had obviously perfected the hold, and I had no way to escape. Her left boob was just inches from my face, and her right boob was planted firmly against my left boob. Both of my arms remained trapped, despite my best efforts. Every so often while we struggled, Laurie pressed her left boob onto my face, seemingly by accident, and the guys went wild, whooping in delight, “Wwwhhhhoooaaa!” I could find no way to free myself, but I put up a good fight, keeping her from pinning me for many minutes. Both of us were sweating heavily from the struggle and our boobs slithered across the other’s boobs repeatedly. But Laurie didn’t let up and I couldn’t get loose.
I was trapped and Laurie knew it. Finally I relented and she counted me out, “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five!”
This time Laurie was slow to roll off me, weariness apparent in her movements. Nevertheless, once Laurie had fully stood, she extended an arm to me, pulling me to my feet alongside her. To my great surprise, Bill…. my husband Bill… motioned for me to drop my bikini panties. A few hours ago, I’d never have been able to imagine it… but Bill had caught the female wrestling bug… and I was incredibly relieved. That meant there would be more matches with Laurie! I gave her a quick look, and she shrugged her shoulders, indicating for me to take my bottoms off myself. I’d given her the chance to do it, but I’m sure she felt this was too much ‘action’ in front of the guys.
So, I wriggled out of my lime green bikini bottoms slowly in a strip-tease sort of way, wiggling my hips and gyrating my body around as I did. Bill…. my husband Bill… whooped, yelling, “Take it off, take it all the way off!” Soon, Ted felt emboldened enough to join in, and they both chanted the mantra together, “Take it off, take it all the way off!”
All of the attention went to my head, and I felt like a stripper in front of a rapt audience. And even though it was just our two husbands in attendance, it was a ‘high’ feeling being the center of attention! Laurie looked kind of peeved, so I told her, “Hey, if you wanted all the attention, you shouldn’t have pinned me.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she grinned, letting me soak up the adulations.
“Besides, you’re next,” I told her loudly.
The guys whooped loudly before Laurie replied, “No way, not even in your dreams.”
I tossed my bikini bottoms to the couch where Bill caught them, placing them next to my bikini top. The guys were quiet now, no doubt focusing on my naked form, circling about in front of them, preparing to embrace my opponent in battle.
I was behind two to one, and I meant to even the score. I wanted Laurie naked and wrapped around my body in a vigorous struggle, just like at the WOHP! And the only way to do that was to beat her now. I lunged at Laurie and tackled her to the mat. We landed with a thud and were soon whirling around the mat back and forth in a whirlwind. But Laurie wasn’t as quick, no doubt due to our hard landing, so I managed to climb atop her.
I straddled Laurie at the waist, but before I could secure the schoolgirl pin, she hooked a leg around my body and toppled me to the side. Soon we were struggling on our sides, unable for a time to roll the other over and gain any dominance. But gradually, I managed to force her onto her back. As I climbed back atop her, I watched for the leg to come up again. Sure enough, her left leg started to come up to topple me before I’d gotten very far. I dropped back a little and hooked my right arm around her leg at the knee capturing it momentarily. I quickly pressed my advantage by smacking my boobs down upon hers and wrapping my left arm around her neck. I linked my hands together and secured a classic pin.
My left boob pressed against her right boob as I held her tightly to the mat in a classic pin position. Laurie had no chance of escape, but struggled anyway. At that moment, noting the futility of her resistance, I realized that we both enjoyed the struggle, even more than we enjoyed the winning. I counted her out, “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five!”
I tried to get up quickly, but it was difficult. I enjoyed the contact way too much, and I was dead tired. I rose to my feet regardless, and then pulled Laurie up. This time it was Ted yelling, “Take it off, take it off, take it all the way off!” Bill joined him for the second chorus, and Laurie obliged with a strip tease of her own. I could see that Laurie had some talent in that area, no doubt able to gyrate with the best of them. I was utterly captivated at the sight of her ass rotating back and forth as the hot pink bikini bottoms slid off. But I caught myself quickly before either of the guys could notice. Laurie’s dark pubic hair was as neatly trimmed as it was at the WOHP. I had “groomed” myself, as well, anticipating this outcome.
Ted jumped up, saying, “Break time. C’mon and sit down girls. You look bushed!” Ted blushed deeply, saying, “Uh, uh, I didn’t think, uh,” speechless.
“Don’t worry honey. We know what you meant,” Laurie kidded, smiling wickedly.
Ted finally regained his composure. “That’s what I was afraid of,” he laughed as he went to the refrigerator.
But Laurie & I were bushed, both literally and figuratively. We were tired and naked, our neatly groomed crotches exposed to each other and our two mates. We sat down on the couch as before. I sat next to my Bill and then Laurie sat next to me, our thighs making full contact next to each other. Ted returned with the drinks, this time a set of beers. He sat down next to Laurie. The four of us sat on the couch together, the two males to the outside and us naked females in between, downing our beers for a time.
Laurie & I swigged our beers down before the guys, and then excused ourselves to ‘go powder our noses.’ As soon as we were alone in the bathroom, we were all over each other, groping passionately. There was pent-up emotion between us, and soon our eyes met. We kissed long and hard, unable to resist the urge any longer. But we only had a few moments, so we made the most of it.
“You know, I’m really looking forward to the next round,” she gasped in between lip-locks.
“Yeah, too bad we can’t…” I replied.
“Umm, yeah. I agree. Maybe we can find a way sometime… go somewhere on our own…”
“Yum, we gotta…”
Laurie & I reluctantly released each other and returned to the wrestling area. “We’re ready to begin,” started Laurie. “But Barb & I have agreed to a change for this final round. We want to ‘open’ things up a bit from here…” She looked to me to continue.
“Um hmm. The last round will be by submission only. One of us will have to surrender in order for the other to win.”
Bill looked up quickly, concern written all over his face. I gave him ‘the look.’ Bill knew better than to argue with me after I’d given him ‘the look’.
“Don’t worry, we know what we’re doing. It’s all in fun… but we both wanted a feeling of decisiveness to it,” I told him. “Neither of us would ever really hurt the other.”
Ted piped up, “Yeah, submission wrestling isn’t about injuring or hurting your opponent.”
Laurie finished off saying, “It’s all about besting your opponent and the feeling you get from a real contest… and hopefully winning.”
“Okay, okay. I submit,” chided Bill. “You guys obviously know more about it than me. As long as you woman are fine with it, so am I.”
Laurie and I smiled, shook hands and backed up a few steps. This was what we’d both waited for since that night at the WOHP… a naked battle between us… “May the best woman win,” the two of us women chimed in chorus, staring directly into the eyes of the other. Then we moved together, face to face, until our bodies touched from top to bottom.
It had been many months since the WOHP, and our hair had grown out considerably. As we had planned earlier in the week, Laurie & I rested our arms on the others shoulders, and then both of us grabbed two handfuls of the other’s hair. We took a moment to settle in, and then said, “Go,” simultaneously.
We both knew the rules. We’d discussed them at length a few days earlier - basically no moves that would mark or bruise. After all, we were best friends. And so, I was quite surprised when Laurie wrenched hard upon my scalp, bringing tears to my eyes instantly. I responded in kind, and soon we were careening across the mat back and forth, tears streaming freely from our eyes as we fought, frantically tussling & hair pulling for many minutes.
Finally, Laurie tripped me and we fell hard to the mat. I was relieved when our hands came loose of each other’s hair. I gathered my wits for a moment, but Laurie was quicker, grabbing both of my breasts hard and squeezing. I was still on the defensive, finally latching hard onto Laurie’s boobs. We lay on our sides, facing each other, gripping the other’s nearly identical boobs tightly. The tears continued to flow freely from our eyes as we inflicted intense pain upon the other.
Soon our legs found each other and interlocked high up on the thighs. Despite the intense pain we were both enduring, there was a smile on Laurie’s face as her thigh rode up against my naked pussy. Again, Laurie had seized the initiative and I was on the defensive. My thigh was soon pressed hard against her pussy, but I dare not dry-hump her in front of the guys - this was about as far as we dared go with a hubby-audience.
It was both pleasure and pain as we groped and grimaced against the other. Laurie had my full concentration, but my subconscious mind was more aware of our surroundings. I finally realized that the guys were completely silent! I glanced over towards the couch to see if they were still there, or whatever. Laurie & I had their complete and total attention. Their beers had fallen to the floor and their eyes were staring at the spectacle we had become! They looked concerned… surprised… enraptured… whatever. Thankfully, they were too mesmerized to think of stopping our battle. I motioned with my eyes so Laurie would look over at the guys. Laurie glanced over at them momentarily, and then rolled over on top of me.
I was barely holding my own against this very strongly motivated female, no doubt wanting to revenge her loss to me at the WOHP. Laurie was straddling my waist, still groping hard on my boobs. I was having a harder time groping back and soon I had to let go altogether as Laurie moved in for a schoolgirl pin. I was determined not to submit so soon, and certainly not to a schoolgirl pin.
Laurie just wanted to threaten me with her pussy, pretending to hold my arms high over my head so that her pussy would brush against my face. Her female scent nearly drove me wild, and I became momentarily confused, failing to resist her movements whatsoever. “Wanna submit?” she asked.
It was a moment before I was cognizant enough to reply. “No…” I replied tentatively, my speech center faltering.
Laurie was content to gain a few moments rest at my expense and just sat there atop me. Her bare ass now rested on my 34B’s, squashing them flat. Laurie’s 34B’s looked ripe for the plucking, dangling nearby, but unreachable, as her hands still held mine down.
Then Laurie raised her hips about 6 inches in the air, and slammed her ass down hard on my chest, flattening my boobs hard! It hurt like hell, and I was determined to free myself, for revenge, if nothing else! The next time her ass came down upon me, I swiftly raised my legs high and hooked them under her arms. Laurie flew off me hard, landing on the mat a few feet behind.
This was my big chance, so I moved in quickly. Laurie rose slightly and I barreled into her, knocking her back down. Things didn’t go exactly my way, but good enough. I found myself with my legs scissoring Laurie’s waist. Unfortunately, she had the same hold upon me. We were in a sixty-nine type position on our sides, legs wrapped around the other’s waist.
I was staring at Laurie’s full, naked ass, and she was staring at mine as we squeezed determinedly upon the other’s waist. But I could hardly resist the perfect target ‘staring’ right at me, just inches from my face! I swatted her ass hard and was rewarded with a loud ‘smack’ sound. Laurie let out a yelp, and then swatted my ass hard in return.
I don’t know how we ended up this way, but neither of us was willing to let the other go. We must have lain there at least 10 minutes, swatting each other’s ass, but less frequently as time passed. Laurie’s lily-white ass was now cherry red. I imagined my own lily-white ass looked much the same as we continued to spank each other hard, but not that often, running out of energy reserves.
“Give up!” I grunted at her, before landing a choice swat to her left ass cheek, “and I’ll stop!”
“No, you give up and I’ll stop,” she replied with determination, landing a hard swat on my left ass cheek.
“I won’t give up… but I will break clean… if you will,” I offered, landing another blow to her ass.
Laurie swatted hard in return, and then grunted in reply, “Accepted.”
I rolled slowly away, making the mistake of rolling onto my ass. Gawd, it hurt like heck! I glanced over my shoulder to see what Laurie was up to. She barreled into me and the next thing I knew, I was on my back. Laurie’s arms were wrapped around my neck and her boobs were pressed onto my face. Her legs grapevined mine. I was helpless and rapidly running out of air. I’d never really been in the fight this round. Laurie was a great catfighter and I’d had no chance after the poor start. I had no problem conceding defeat to her as I slapped my arm to the mat twice.
Laurie was on her feet in seconds, and then pulled me up, too. We shook hands and muttered, “Good match” to the other. Then broad smiles broke out on our faces, evidence that there were no hard feelings, and then hugged each other hard. I figured this could be the last naked contact between us for a while, so I made the most of it.
Soon, Bill was alongside me, giving me a hug, chattering without making much sense. I could feel his bulging maleness through his pants, and I knew he’d enjoyed the show immensely! I just hoped that my own arousal hadn’t been too evident.
Laurie walked by with Ted, leading him away upstairs, no doubt heading for the master bedroom. She motioned towards a door nearby, saying, “You guys can have the guest bedroom. See you upstairs later…”
Laurie and Ted disappeared from view. Bill literally dragged me into the guest bedroom and ripped off his clothes. Bill babbled endlessly about how exciting it all was, especially the last round. He seemed oblivious to the fact that Laurie had beaten me. There was little foreplay, as Bill was too excited for that. He exploded in mere moments, well before I was ready.
I grabbed Bill’s head roughly, forcing it between my thighs. “Now do me… and do me right… or you’ll find your head trapped between my thighs,” I threatened coyly.
Bill teased, pretending to resist. This could be interesting, I realized. Bill wanted me to ‘play.’ I pulled his head firmly to my pussy, saying, “Do me now, real good, or you’ll pay dearly!”
It wasn’t long before I was writhing around on the bed sheets as Bill tongued me to an incredible explosion of pleasure. We separated shortly thereafter, wanting to be sociable & return to the cookout. I gathered my clothes and dressed with Bill. He continued to babble incoherently about the catfight, finally thinking to check my body for bruises, scratches, etc. Other than a scarlet-red ass, there were no real injuries. But it would be a few days before I could again sit comfortably.
Once upstairs, I was surprised to smell the aroma of steaks cooking on the grill. Apparently, Laurie and Ted had finished much quicker than had Bill & I. We girls stayed in the kitchen to compare notes, while Bill joined Ted outdoors at the grill.
“The sex was great, for as long as it lasted,” I told Laurie, letting my disappointment show.
“Get used to it,” she replied. “Ted never lasts for more than a few seconds after watching me wrestle,” her disgust evident. “And at that point, I was too pooped, and let him off the hook.”
“No way. You’ve gotta be firm with him,” I told her. “I made Bill ‘service’ me. And I think he got off having me force him to do me.”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” she smiled, before frowning once again. “I tried to tell him what I needed, but he was ‘too tired’. But next time…”
I grabbed her hand and led her towards the bathroom, waving to the guys, saying we were going to the ‘powder room’. I closed the bathroom door behind us and latched it. “You just stand still… and don’t resist,” I told her. “I’m gonna make things all better.”
I pulled Laurie’s slacks to the floor, and then did the same with her panties. Laurie had already pulled off her blouse and unhooked her bra. “Up on the sink,” I commanded.
With a grimace, Laurie boosted her sore butt onto the edge of the bathroom counter. “Uuuugggghhhh!!!!” she sighed in pain. “It’ll be a while before I agree to do spanking again.”
“Yeah, me too,” I agreed, spreading her legs wide and moving into position. “Hmm, now where to begin…” I teased. “Let me make it all better. I paused for a moment, teasing further, “By the way, I enjoyed losing to you tonight… so I’ll take my ‘revenge’ now.” Laurie did her best to keep from screaming, managing gasps and groans while she orgasmed violently.
Within about 10 minutes, we were back in the kitchen, setting the table for supper. I was famished, and downed my steak in record time. Ted was an excellent cook! Bill and I stayed a few more hours, splitting up from the guys in their conversation and us in ours.
After a time, it was late, and I could tell from glancing at Bill that it was getting time to leave. Laurie rose, saying, “Let’s set up another ‘get-together’ soon.”
“Sure,” I replied. “How about two weeks from now. You’ll have to come to our house this time.”
Bill and Ted nodded in agreement, and were soon heading for the door and out of earshot. Laurie whispered softly in my ear, “But sometime, we have to get off on our own… with no one to watch or know what we do.”
“Um hmm,” I whispered back. “We’ll have to figure something out. But no spanking!”
“That’s not quite what I had in mind… something much softer…”
We quickly caught up to the guys. I gave Ted a goodnight hug, then turned my attention to Laurie, who had just hugged my Bill goodnight. We hugged hard, and then I turned to go. All the way home, Bill babbled endlessly about the match, saying how we must prepare for Ted & Laurie to come to our house. He even asked about where to buy wrestling mats, etc. I had a convert on my hands, to be sure. And that was fine with me!
The End (of Chapter 6)