by T. Trolley

My wife and I were in a Mexican restaurant, celebrating our daughter's birthday. I got up from the table to go to the rest room and when I came back, for some reason, my wife was armwrestling with her nephew -- who she actually beat. That was some accomplishment against a 25-year-old man who was in great shape.

But that didn't surprise me. I knew my wife was strong. After all, I had armwrestled her myself and she would have beaten me if she didn't decide to have mercy on my male ego and let me go. So I knew that she was pretty strong for a woman. And she had no problem in matching arm strength against other women. After all, she had done that off and on for years and thus had no inhibitions about doing so. She thought of armwrestling as a kind of "game of strength" and not necessarily an athletic endeavor.

So when she turned to me and put her arm out on the table to challenge me, there was no way I was going to risk getting beat by my wife in front of all these people.

So I dodged the question and tried a little reversal, asking, "What about Jane? Do you think you could take her?" I figured it was a good way not only for me to get off the hook but potentially open the door to seeing my wife armwrestle another woman in public with her pride on the line!

Jane, a 5-4, 130 lb. spitting image of the actress Jane Curtin who was four years older than my 39-year-old wife, was sitting directly across the table from her. My Pauline Collins lookalike wife, who was 5-6 and weighed about 160+, and Jane both smiled cutely and didn't say anything at first -- though they both gave each other the once-over to see how their potential opponent was reacting to the suggestion.

Then Jane's husband said, "Come on, Jane! Put that arm on the table and pin her!" At first Jane smiled and said no. But then both myself and her husband coaxed and cajoled her, and finally Jane grinned and said, "OK, OK, I'll armwrestle her!"

Jane had just said she was willing to armwrestle my wife! And now my wife had no choice! If she said no, she’d look like she was afraid of a girl much smaller than her! My wife paused, then looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, "OK, I’ll do it!”

My wife quickly turned and looked at me with her deep
blue eyes. She suddenly threw her arms around me, gave
me a huge kiss, and said, "Remember, whatever happens
-- I love you!" and immediately put her elbow on the table and extended her right arm and hand toward Jane, smiling but looking her square in the eye to show Jane she wasn't afraid of her and was confident of victory!

My wife was actually going to armwrestle another woman!

I loved watching women armwrestle – female muscle vs. female muscle in a struggle to see who was the better and stronger woman. But it was even more indescribably special when my wife would be one of the armwrestlers! Marriage brings forth a special bond – a bond where one person swears allegiance and fidelity to another for their entire life. There’s a kind of “ownership” implied when you say, “That’s my woman.” She’s your representative and stands up for you in everything. It’s a kind of “my wife can beat up your wife” thing where victory implies superiority of your woman over her adversary. Of course, the exact opposite is the case if your woman were to lose. And when that one special person in my life is going to participate in the most special and attractive activity I could ever imagine, that made it exciting beyond belief!

But was she stronger than Jane? Jane's husband seemed pretty confident of his wife's physical strength.
I knew that my wife was bigger than Jane. But when it came time for my wife to armwrestle Jane, it was very obvious that my wife's opponent -- staring intently into my wife's eyes from the other side of the table --was in better shape than my wife.

So I had cause for alarm as my wife, dressed in her tigress harness top, red hot pants and black high heels, glared back at Jane.

My wife obviously didn't want to lose and be
humiliated in front of me, her family and friends. She knew what was at stake here!

Jane then put her right arm on the table with a smile! But as the two women grabbed hands, she looked my wife right in the eyes and her eyes narrowed, as if trying to intimidate her!

The two women jostled for their grips and finally I grabbed their wrists and hands to straighten them and made sure nobody had an unfair advantage and "loaded" on the other. After all, we wanted to see who the stronger woman really was and an unfair match would prove nothing!

I then told the two women to begin at the count of three! Pat, Jane's husband, began the count and my heart began to beat quicker as my wife was face to face with her adversary as the two glared at each
other just before the match began!

One woman would experience the sweet taste of victory. The other woman taste the pain of defeat and
humiliation of losing to another woman in a fair armwrestling match!

Which experience would my wife have?

Pat counted to three and the two women began to armwrestle!

Jane wasted no time as she immediately tried to pin my wife! But at the same instant, my wife tried to pull Jane's arm downward! Immediately they created a stalemate as both women felt the burn in their arms and began to tremble as they felt the strength from the other's arm! My wife slowly bowed her head and was getting very intense over the match, trying everything she could to win and prove she was the stronger woman!

The two women struggled in that manner for several seconds as Jane tried to keep my wife from getting the advantage over her while my wife was using her strong arms and upper body strength in an effort to pull Jane downward!

But much to my surprise, Jane retained the even-Steven position on my wife! Finally, my wife managed to pull Jane's arm downward ever so slightly! Now all she had to do was continue that momentum and she would experience the unique thrill of victory when a woman proves she is better and stronger than another woman by beating her in a one-on-one battle of strength!

Then Jane's arm was forced downward even farther by the power of my wife! I was really excited! It looked like my wife was about to win!

The two women continued to push at each other! My wife, being the heavier woman and supposedly stronger in the upper body, now had the advantage and found herself on top of Jane's arm, trying to put her away as the crowd cheered!

But suddenly, my wife let out a frightened squeal as her pretty little arm was slowly straighened by Jane!

The crowd hungrily gathered around, hoping to see Jane pull of the big upset and to view my wife's potential humiliation! Many of them leaned forward in hopeful anticipation, looking for my wife's arm to fall to Jane! Most there, including Jane, so desperately wanted my wife lse because they wanted to see a smaller girl beat and show up a bigger girl both due to the underdog winning and the humiliation of the larger girl losing to the smaller one!

Jane then leaned down close to my wife as she bore down on my wife's arm and whispered, "Give up ... give up!" into my wife's ear as the Jane's husband got involved in the fray, getting as close as he could to my gasping wife, slapping the table to get my wife's attention and continually, intensely and sternly pointing at her and asking her, "Give up? Give up? Come on! Give up?"

"Give up ... give up!" Jane continued to softly whisper into my wife's ear as I got as close as I could to my gasping, straining wife as Jane's husband continued to slap at the table, point at my wife and yell, "Give up! Give up! Come on! Give up!"

Meanwhile, I watched my wife from the provebial cat seat as Jane strained and struggled with everything she had, trying to put my wife away and finish my sweet dessert off as the crowd grew excited, anticipating my larger wife's surrender to the power of the smaller woman!

I couldn't believe the scene -- my wife being given all she could handle by a smaller woman in an armwrestling match! Not only that, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing! My wife was being asked to give up and submit to the strength of another woman -- admitting that the smaller Jane was the better woman! I was incredulous at what I was watching!

Surprisingly, my wife looked like she was really struggling with Jane! For a moment, she actually looked like she just might give up due to the pain she was experiencing in her arm! I couldn't believe it! I was holding my breath, wondering if she would actually submit to Jane and let her pin her in front of everybody!

It’s one thing to watch two beautiful women armwrestle. But it’s another thing for your wife to be one of those women. A woman that lives, breathes, eats and sleeps with you is going to share a bond with you – an emotional bond – unlike any other. That woman knows you, loves you and has laid her life down for you. She is your own, precious possession, belonging to no one else. So when that person faces humiliation at the hands of another woman who is asking her to give up to her and announce to everyone present – including you – that she is inferior to her better, stronger opponent, it is something very unique.

It isn’t often that a much smaller woman beats a much bigger woman in a fair fight. After all, in most cases, the bigger woman is usually stronger than the smaller woman and uses that strength to win the fight. Even a slight weight advantage of five to 10 pounds is enough to tip the balance in favor of the bigger woman. So it’s even more rare when a woman giving away close to 30 pounds actually beats the bigger woman. In fact, since the odds are so stacked in favor of the bigger woman, it is considered an insult and an extreme humiliation for the bigger woman to get beaten up by the smaller woman.

Humiliating. That was the word to describe it, for sure! In fact, that adjective was probably a bit lacking. After all, it’s humiliating enough to get pinned by a smaller woman, but to have that happen in front of the victim’s spouse and/or a crowd of onlookers would be the heighth of degradation!

What a feather it would be in Jane’s cap if she actually beat my much bigger wife and pinned her in armwrestling in front of everyone and humiliating her! The admiration she would get for proving she was the stronnger and better woman over my wife physically would be unbelievable and without a doubt would be a tremendous boost to her pride and ego as it would be a tremendous physical accomplishment ending in final, total and clear cut humiliation for my wife! And that embarrassment would last and last as everyone present would spread the word about Jane’s victory and how my wife actually lost to her! Every time folks would see Jane, they would look upon her with awe as the woman who “beat the bigger gal in arm wrestling.” While on the other hand, every time they would see my wife, they would think of her as the woman who wasn’t strong enough to beat somebody smaller than her and was so much weaker than Jane that she was pinned by her in an armwrestling match!! I knew that my wife’s loss would follow her around for years! She might never live it down!

One thing was for certain. If my wife was pinned by Jane, I would remember the spectacle and would look at my wife as humiliated and embarrassed for the rest of my life!

My wife softly moaned as the unmistakeable sounds of being trapped in a desperate struggle for survival came forth as Jane shocked me when she got her arm atop my wife's arm and tried to force it down to the table!

The crowd was raucous and jovial as Jane held my wife nearer defeat than victory, actually being slightly closer to the pin than was my wife! Jane then leaned forward, increasing the pressure on my wife's arm and whispered into my wife's ear, "Give up! I don't want to hurt you!"

Jane quickly recognized that she had my wife pinned if she played her cards right and was close to winning the match and proving she was the stronger woman! Jane now had my wife's legs trembing as was her whole body as she desperately tried to roll her arm over and escape being trapped in the dreaded armwrestling pin! The crowd was going crazy as Jane suddenly went for the kill as my wife desperately tried to wriggle and somehow avoid being pinned to the table and trying to somehow regain the advantage!

As I watched Jane try to pin and overpower my larger spouse while the words "Give up? Give up?" from her husband echoed in my ears, my mind drifted to just the
night before when I had taken my wife out for a
romantic dinner. She wore black high heels, a silky
black dress, black nylon stockings, her hair looked
magnificent and she was looking sexier than ever. She told me how much she loved me while romantic music
played in the background. She would smile and her
eyes would twinkle as we talked. She reached across
the table, grabbed my hand, and kissed it as she
told me how much she loved me.

We then went to a hotel room where she removed her
sexy black dress and we went to bed, where she
held me with her arms close to her and used her soft, feminine hands in just the right way.

Now I was watching my big, sexy wife getting tortured by a smaller woman to her embarrassment -- such a dichotomy when I compared what was happening in front of my eyes to the romantic dinner and aftermath last night. Her twinkling beautiful blue eyes, ruby red lips and mouth well as her cute little nose that looked so prim and proper last night were now contorted in pain and effort as her soft hands and beautiful, smooth arm were being forced downward toward lasting and humiliating defeat by another, seemingly stronger woman as her husband continually slapped the mat, pointing at my wife and yelling "She's got you! You can't beat her! Why continue to go through the pain? Give up!" while other men in the crowd yelled, "That's it, Jane! Keep it up! You're winning! You're winning, Jane! Finish her off! She's yours! You've almost got her!" as the pants and moans continued to be heard from my helpless wife! Her big, gorgeous, strong legs so sexily adorned in those black stockings last night now trembled along with her whole body as the smaller Jane overpowered my wife!

Meanwhile, Jane was still whispering into my wife's ear, "Give it up! Come on -- give up! Just give and it'll be all over in a second for you and you won't experience the pain anymore!" as she pulled down even harder on my wife's arm!

Jane could sense victory now -- even though she held only a slight advantage over my wife as the arms of both women were now frozen in a stalemate -- with Jane slightly ahead! Both women were experiencing tremendous pain but neither wanted to be the one to surrender!

I was quickly beginning to realize that my wife may just end up having to accept the bitter taste of being pinned by Jane in front of all these people! Jane had only a slight advantage, but the fact that Jane had an advantage at all and that my wife couldn't even it up nor even budge Jane's surprisingly strong arm didn't bode well for my wife at all! And if she did lose -- especially at the hands of a smaller woman -- the embarrassment and humiliation could be so great that she wouldn't ever be able to live it down! The memories of being pinned by a smaller woman in a fair armwrestling contest, woman vs. woman, strength vs. strength, could trail her for the rest of her life! Every time I saw her, I would think of the time her arm was unwillingly overpowered and pinned by another woman!

I could hear my straining wife gasping and panting as Jane held her arm at a disadvantage. Jane sure looked powerful at this moment as she held my wife at bay, seemingly waiting for her to exhaust herself and give up -- allowing Jane to pin her and finish her off! Jane was now whispering between her own straining gasps, "Sshhh! Stop struggling! Just let it come natural ... just a few seconds more ... that's it, just let it come natural!" Jane was now trying to get my wife to accept the inevitable and stop resisting so she could pin her and finish her off!

But suddenly my wife changed the whole complexion of the match, putting out a surge of strength and not only changing the momentum of the match but continuing that movement all the way to a pin as Jane simply couldn't stem the power move!

My wife had won!

My wife lay on the table, panting in effort! She then smiled, with her eyes closed, and gasped sarcastically, "That was easy!"

People there were really surprised that my wife was able to come back from being at a disadvantage and completely reverse the course of the match so quickly. But in reality, it was pretty simple. Jane had given it all she had in her attempt to capitalize on her advantage over my wife when she went for the kill, but my wife was able to fend her off and then come back when Jane had expended all the muscle she had left!

I was proud of my wife as she staved off potential humilation and came back to prove she was the stronger woman over Jane. Yet, I was surprised that my wife found it so difficult to win the match. She had almost lost -- and in a way, Jane could look at the whole experience as a moral victory since she had given my wife such a hard time.