Long awaited
By Femwrestleuk

My birthday was approaching, been married a few years and my wife knew about my appreciation for women’s wrestling long before we tied the knot. My specific likes were mainly seeing women in a swimsuit, boots and pads in a ring, not necessarily full pro wrestling but convincing, i liked to see sweat and tears, a good healthy bit of submission wrestling with some painful holds. Over the past couple of years she had indulged me but very occasionally putting on a black swimsuit to make love in but nothing else and that was mainly when i asked if she would wear it. She has a sporty background but this was still an odd idea in her head.
We were sat one night watching television, cuddle up on the sofa when she turned to me and asked what I would like for my birthday, I paused a sec and as usual said i didn't know, nothing I really need etc. gave her a hug and said I would think about it, kissed her on the head and turned my attention back to the TV. She slowly stood up and said back in a second a swiftly went off upstairs to which I assumed to change into her pyjamas.
To my surprise when she came back down the stairs, we had an open staircase in the living room, i could see through the banister a bare leg, as she came further down it was obvious she had on my favourite black swimsuit, high cut but not too high, full rear with a low cut back, slightly on the small side so it shaped her pert breasts perfectly and her nipples protruded. She had also tied her hair up. She walked slowly and seductively into the middle of the room and turned her back to me, bent right over forwards, then slowly stood up and turned round, walked ove to me and straddle me on the sofa. It was at this point I thought I was in for a great evenings adventure, little did I know the adventure only started there.
Every time I went to put my hands on her she smiled and pushed me away, after a few attempts she asked me what I wanted, playing it cool I said her, not trying to seem to over excited, what she replied with astounded me, "you want to see me wrestle", i answered yes, but played it down to which she replied, "be honest, you want to see me wrestle, dressed like thing fighting another girl" i looked her straight in the eye and said yes more than anything but added that it was just a fantasy and something I always expected it to be?
"It's your birthday Saturday night and i've booked us something special", ????????? My mind was spinning, she stood up, walked away back upstairs and came back down in her pyjamas, cuddle up next to me and went back to watching TV!!!!!! I was set to explode but nothing; she cold shouldered me all the way till Saturday which was one of the most painful weeks of my life!
Saturday came and I was like kid with a new toy, all day i tried to play it cool but nothing was said, it came to 6.30 and she told me to get dressed, smart but casual as we were going out for a meal, she came downstairs in what you would expect a girl to wear out to a restaurant, nice skirt, smallish top, hair up and pretty and nice makeup, not forgetting a new pair of shoes she had just bought, no bag no nothing, was I imagining the other night or was it just a spiteful wind up, had I done something wrong recently?
We had a nice meal at our local Indian Restaurant, couple of bottles of wine, good chat but the whole time my mind was racing, i was convinced she threw the occasional wry smile but was not going to ask in case I jinxed it? She called a cab which picked us but did not go the normal way home, in fact it went to the other side of town to a suburb I did not know too well, the cab stopped and we got out, she smiled and walked over to a door, knocked on it and waited, the door opened to reveal a beautiful redhead, great figure from what I could see from the sweatshirt and jogging pants, but a great smile and beautiful face. My wife gestured me inside to which I said yes and proceeded to walk into a local boxing gym complete with full weights area, mats and of course a ring n the middle. We were the only ones there apart from another girl in jeans and a jacket stood off to one side. I looked round to speak to my wife but she had gone, i scanned the room but my attention was taken away when the redhead said, "hi, I’m Sasha, want a beer"? I said yes and she led me over to the ring area, reached into a bag and passed me a can, i cracked it and asked what’s going on to which she replied "don't ask me, this is down to her" and looked past me over my shoulder, I turned to see my wife, walking across the mats dressed in my favorite black swimsuit, a pair of Black wrestling boots and some pro wrestling knee pads and her long brown hair tied up in a high pony tail, she was a size 10 but with a very trim pert strong figure. i went weak at the knees a the sight, she walked right past me just brushing against me slightly and climbed up in the ring.
"Is this what you wanted" she said with a smile, I grinned stupidly and took a drink of my beer, the girl in the jeans passed me a fold out chair and adjusted a video camera I had not noticed behind her!, It was all on camera also, amazing. My wife looked at Sasha who then removed her clothes to reveal an emerald green swimsuit, she slipped on some kneepads and started tightening her boots when my wife walked over to me, dropped to her knees on the ring apron, i stood up to speak to her and reached forward to kiss me, but suddenly grabbed my hair and twisted my head. "Enjoy this, it’s all for you" she let me go stood up and backed off.
Sasha climbed up into the ring, she also had an amazing figure, not far off my wife’s, they circled each other, looking each other up and down when suddenly my wife shot forward, she reached out for Sasha would dodged and grabbed her round the neck suddenly stopping the charge in a vice like side headlock, my wife’s face grimaced for a second then relaxed and i could see she was trying to combat the hold, Sasha squeezed and squeezed to which my wife let out a few yelps of pain but kept a strong stance. Sasha looked determined, she spoke out "come on missy, I told you I know what i'm doing, you wanted the full no holds barred experience to keep him happy!" i started feeling guilty but my wife spoke out "not over yet bitch" and gave one valiant effort to break free, she almost made it but Sasha saw it coming and reeled her back in but this time she wrenched my wifes neck then rolled her over and onto the ground.
She was on her back, helpless, with this red haired banshee laid sideways across her with the headlock still clamped firmly in place, i was trapped between full arousal and worry, this was why it should remain a fantasy. My wife laid on her back breathing heavily trying to withstand the weight being place on her chest, her legs were open directly towards me which drew my attention for a second, almost making me miss what came next. She had somehow worked her arm in between her neck and Sasha and suddenly broke free; she rolled away and got to her feet very quickly backing into a corner and rubbing her neck. "Want some more?" Sasha snapped across the ring, "We haven't even started" replied my wife to my disbelief, i was not there in my wife’s eyes, the two vixens eyes were locked on on another as they circled, looking for the next move that could hopefully put the opponent on the receiving end.
As they locked up in the middle of the ring I saw a new side to my wife, she was not backing down and then very out of character grabbed Sasha by the back of her long red hair, swung her leg behind her opponent and threw her backwards to the mat, in a second she was on Sasha, straddled across her, holding her by the wrists to the mat, Sasha was struggling but my wife was not letting go, this was getting good! "GET OFF ME" Sasha spat, "not so much fun now is it" my wife returned, trying to hold her grip on the writhing redhead, Sasha swung her legs up thrusting her pelvis in the air and in turn my wife rose up then with a thrust of her knee Sasha cracked my wife right in the groin, she fell off to the side both hands between her legs, a look of pain on her face like ive never seen, Sasha stood up and walked around her fallen victim, she kicked her gently in the arse a couple of times, "get up" come on "get up" but my wife just laid there, she relaxed a bit on the mat, rolled onto her back with her knees in the air and legs slightly apart, "Come on get up" Sasha remarked again "Gimmie a second", "You don’t have a second" and Sasha reached down and grabbed my wifes foot, she stood still a moment holding my wife’s leg straight up in the air then kicked her in the back of the thigh, my wife yelped out in pain and her whole body spasmed, again Sasha repeated the kick, "HOWS THAT" (KICK) "LIKE IT" (KICK) "FEEL SEXY NOW" (KICK), my wife was rocking back and forth trying to reach for her leg to hold it but Saha kept punishing it, she dropped the leg and reached for my wife’s hair, grabbing a handful she pulled up upright then putting one hand between her legs and one over her shoulder lifted her upside down. I was surprised at the strength the girl had but before that thought had finished my wife had been slammed on the mat with and almighty thud that made the ring shake, she rolled into the recovery position and laid there momentarily but Sasha was back again, same move, hair, lift, BANG, my wife’s groin shot towards the ceiling her shoulders rooted firmly to the mat, her hand trying to soothe the pain of impact but it was no use.
Sasha once again reached down and grabbed my wife’s hair but this time she stood her up and just held her there, looked over to me and smiled then walked her over the the corner opposite me, she positioned her victim in the corner then rammed her knee into the midsection once, then twice, more winces of pain from my wife who went to move forward but was pushed back into the corner slightly slumped, Sasha was obviously being a little cocky, my wife was filling the position of pure jobber perfectly, Sasha once again turned to me and smiled but as she did my wife shot out the corner grabbing the long red hair with both hands and reversed the situation sending Sasha slamming into the ring post with an almighty force, as she tured back to see her aggressor, my wife grabbed the top corner ropes either side of Sasha's head and proceeded to ram her thigh into Sasha stomach, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 times in quick succession not giving Sasha a second to take a breath. After the eight strike Sasha dropped to her knees, my wife reached down, once again grabbed her hair picking her up and placing her back in the corner, with an open hand she slammed her palm down on Sashas chest making her beautiful breast bounce amazingly, twice more she did this!, she must have really been watching the wrestling tapes of mine she always seemed to just accept. She grabbed Sashas arm and with an almighty wrench tried to send Sasha to the floor but it was a rookie error as all she managed to do was put distance between the two of them.
Both girls were once again circling each other, slower than before but with even more venom in their eyes. They locked up but this time it was not obvious on the outcome, one went for a throw or a hold and the other countered, it seemed to go on forever until out nowhere my wife jumped into the air simultaneously locking her legs around Sasha waist, the weight quickly downed Sasha who had found herself all of a sudden on the mat with my wife’s legs firmly around her waist in a vice-like grip, getting comfortable my wife squeezed, relaxed then squeezed again, "I could get used to this" she said looking at Sasha "Is this how it usually goes", "Is this what its like" "eh" all the time talking and squeezing! Sasha was looking angry, trying with all the strength in her arms to release the grip around her waist; she swung her legs back and forth trying to work a solution. My wife had a job on her hands containing Sashas hands, every now and then she would reach up for a handful of hair, anything to get leverage, after a few failed attempts she reached up and as my wife went to block her hand Sasha grabbed a fistful of breast, my wife screamed out in pain as Sasha tightened the grip and twisted, it was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen, probably more so as it was my wife!, the grip of the legs was loosened and Sasha turned from victim to victor pretty quickly jumping on my wife’s stomach straddled either side, she slid up her body and pinned her arms under her knees so she was totally under control, "Is this what its like, is that what you asked?", "What, the amount of pain you have to take!" and with that Sasha reached down and grabbed both my wife’s nipples between her fingertips and started to twist and turn!
My wife was screaming in pain, a combination of yelps and obscenities aimed at her torturer, after what seemed like an age, Sasha stopped inflicting this pain and moved her hands to my wife’s shoulders, then as she seemed to be getting up she swung a leg back and rammed her knee straight into my wife’s groin, again a yelp of pain! Sasha stood up, grabbed a handful of hair and once again raised my wife to her feet, then in true pro style she wrenched my wife back into the ropes, as she bounced back a full clothesline awaited sending her crashing to the mat but i could not help to notice the way her breast bounced on impact!
Sasha walked over but this time she rolled my wife on her front, from where I stood I could see her erect nipples pushing into the mat and her breast spreading over them, Sasha was sat on the small of her back with a handful of my wife hair from behind just shaking her head a little bit and pushing it into the mat, "Is this what you wanted"? she said looking over at me, "You wanted to see someone kick her ass didn't you" "eh" what’s that, lost for words", she pulled my wife’s head up to show me her pained face, "I’ll give her a chance" she said and walked back to the girl in the jeans and took a drink of water, i climbed into the ring and went to my wife, she rolled on her back and smiled "happy birthday", I looked at her, is this all fake? "No she said but its what you wanted", I looked at her in disbelief!
Sasha stood up then helped my wife up, she looked in pain but after they talked quietly for a bit they hugged and after a few deep breaths smiled then started laughing, "hope i didn't hurt you too much", "I'll survive and thanks"!
With that Sasha left, i asked who they were but it was of no consequence, "Let’s go home and watch the tape" my wife said, I'll keep the swimsuit on for later . . . . Happy Birthday!

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