After years of marriage one begins to know their spouse both by what she says as
well as what she does not say. It had several months since my wife Becky had
last seen Donna. After their four wrestling encounters their friendship had
seemingly ended. What was supposed to have been just competitive fun had each
time turned into violent contests with erotic overtones. It was a wonder there had
not been any serious injuries, physical as well as psychological.

From time to time Becky and I played the videos that were made of two of the
matches. I had to admit I enjoyed watching her and Donna compete aggressively,
attired only in revealing swimsuits. For me it was mostly visual and physical.
But Becky was always thoughtful as we viewed the tapes. She seemed to be
looking for some hidden meaning beneath the outward action. She never said
anything to me except recounting her reactions at the time.

Then Becky happened to run into Donna at a local hotel during a fitness trainers'
seminar. They exchanged casual greetings but later ran into each other again at the hotel lounge. Both were in the company of several women they worked with.

The two groups joined each other around a table. Introductions were made: Cindy,
Jill, Maggie, Wendy, Trish, and Summer. After general conversation about the
events of the day Donna suddenly turned to my wife and blurted out, "You know,
Becky, I sure enjoyed whipping your ass those four times we wrestled together."

This got the other women's attention and they pumped Becky for details. Becky
was silent for a moment, not sure she wanted to bring up the subject. But she threw
caution to the winds. "That's not quite how I remember it. The second time was a tie and the fourth time you and Dave cheated. Two against one wasn't exactly fair."

Donna responded, "I could have taken you easy without Dave's help."

"We'll never know, will we?" Becky said.

Donna smiled. "We could always find out."

"I don't think so," Becky replied pointedly.

By now the other women at the table were getting into it. Cindy started a chant:
"Wrestle, wrestle, wrestle." Jill said, "And we could come and be your audience
and make sure you guys fight fair.

Donna had a friendly smirk on her face, "What do you say old pal? Your gym or
mine? We'll even tape it again for our husbands, so we will have to wear our
skimpy outfits."

Becky had a sudden change of heart, "Okay, why not? One more time." She never
thought she would be willing to wrestle in front of other people but something in
her was prodding her to want to do it anyway.

Trish, the oldest in the group, said, "Better not hold this party at the gym,
management might take a dim view."

"Okay," Becky said, "Let's have it at my house this Saturday. My husband is going
to be gone for another week. We'll make it girl's night at the fights. No men
allowed."

The weekend came. Becky only told me over the phone she was going to have
some girlfriends over for the evening. The other women arrived and were invited to
go down to the bar in the corner of the rec room that was made into a padded arena. Becky and Donna stayed upstairs and went into the master bedroom to change.

Becky went to a drawer and pulled out her lime green bikini that she had worn at
the first wrestling match. She began to undress.

Donna regarded her. "Dave has a real thing for you. It wasn't my idea he jump in
and pin your arms back while I sent you to la-la land. He couldn't help himself.
And when I knocked you out in his arms I thought he was going to lose it all
together. But then I wasn't expecting him to sleeper me. I figured it was so he
could take advantage of you."

Becky slid her nylon panties on. "But he didn't."

"I know, and that's what saved him," Donna said as she stripped down and reached into her gym bag and brought out a white bikini. "But ever since then I've always wondered if I could have taken you myself."

Becky turned away and Donna offered to tie her top. "What do you mean by that?"

Donna slipped her undies off and stood in the nude, very comfortable with her own
well toned body. "Oh just that I could defeat you on my own, you know, put you
all the way out like I did at the resort on the island."

"Why is that so important to you?" asked Becky, now looking at herself in the
mirror.

"I don't know," Donna said as she pulled on her tight white nylon bikini bottoms, "It
just is, that's all.... really excites me. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do." Becky said, as she suddenly wanted to terminate the conversation,
uneasy with where it was going. "Come on, let's not keep our guests waiting."

They went downstairs to be greeted by whistles and catcalls from the other women
as they disrobed. Both of them responded by strutting around the makeshift ring
and flexing their muscles. They then went to opposite sides of the room and, with
hands on hips, glared menacingly at each other. Donna cautioned everyone, "No
interference from anyone, understand? These things take on a life of their own and
we don't know where they're going to lead."

The group all nodded in agreement. Everyone quieted down, having no idea what
to expect. Trish had a small digital camcorder. She turned in on and pointed it.

"Camera on, ladies you may begin."

With a squeal of delight Donna bounded across the room and in a flash grabbed
Becky around the neck and shoulders and with a judo move sent her somersaulting
out into the middle of the floor. Becky had her arms extended to absorb the impact
but she still came down hard. The audience gave out a collective gasp. They knew
this was not just going to be a girlish tussle.

Executing a quick shoulder roll, Becky was back on her feet. She lunged at Donna
attempting a flip, but not being quite as skilled in martial arts, wasn't quick
enough and Donna batted her arms away. But then Becky managed to get an arm
hold, pivot, and toss Donna over her hip. With hair, arms and legs splaying out in
all directions, it was Donna's turn to hit the mat with a loud "whump."

Donna propped herself up on her elbows, swished the hair out of her eyes and
smiled before getting all the up. Becky was on her before she had her balance and
gave her a hard push. Donna stumbled and recovered but not before Becky put her in an arm lock and tried to throw her. But Donna managed a reverse and it was
Becky that went head over heels down on the mat again. This time she came down
hard and fast, the breath was knocked out of her and she paused before struggling
to her feet.

Becky jabbed her finger at Donna. "You are not going to do that to me again!"

"Oh yeah?" Donna smiled. With that she backed Becky into the wall behind her,
put her in another neck embrace, turned, knelt, bent Becky down, and flipped her
over her shoulder. Even though she landed on a mattress, Becky was still too
stunned to recover immediately. The onlookers cheered and clapped.

Donna threw herself on top of Becky while she was still flat on her back. The
two of them, tightly intertwined, rolled over several times first in one direction
and then the other. Donna remained dominant and pressed herself hard into Becky. Their faces were only inches apart.

Donna whispered in a low voice, "Trust me, I'm not going to really hurt you but I'm
going to put you out but good. You'll like it, I know you will."

"And you like being on top." Becky retorted.

With that Becky managed to dislodge Donna. She rolled away and scrambled to her feet. Donna also sprang up. The two of them warily circled each other looking
for an opening. Suddenly Donna closed and brought her knee up hard into the front
of Becky's low-slung bikini. There was an audible "thud" as her knee hit Becky in
the lower gut. The sharp pain caused Becky to double over. Donna pushed her up against the wall and pinned her arms over her head. She held onto Becky's wrists
with her left hand, made a fist with the other hand, and drove two hard punches into
the same area she had just struck with her knee.

Becky went "Ahhh!" and her body jerked under the impact of each blow. She
started to sputter and cough. Donna then reached one hand up between Becky's
legs, pressing hard against her vagina and grabbing her butt. Becky squealed with
indignation and surprise. But before she could react Donna encircled her neck and
shoulder with the other arm and suddenly twirled her upside down. She turned and
dropped her on the mattress head first. Becky legs flopped down and she ended up lying flat on her back.

The audience gave a collective, "Ohhh!"

Donna looked at Becky for a moment before pulling her to her feet. Becky's lower
abdomen felt like it was on fire. From Donna's expression she knew what was
coming but she was powerless to prevent it, being all but immobilized by her pain.
Donna brought her fist around and landed a sharp jab on Becky's cheek with an
audible "splat."

It was a stunning blow, even though Becky managed to somewhat roll with it.
Still, she was spun around by the impact. She stood wobbling on her feet for a few
seconds and then slowly pitched forward. She fell to the floor stretched out full
length on her stomach. Her arms were loosely at her sides. Her head was turned to one side. Her eyes were closed and there was a little spittle on her slack lips. She didn't move. She was out cold.

Jill squealed, "Oh, it's over now."

Donna stood over Becky and glanced at the women, "Don't be too sure. I didn't
hit her all that hard. I don't want the fun to end just yet."

Donna kneeled down until she was straddling Becky's prone body. She ran her arm up and down her back. Knocking out another woman and seeing her prone body lying at her feet was intensely arousing for Donna. It made her very hot and very wet. Even though she liked performing in front of a crowd she wished at this
moment that nobody else would have been present. She would have to arrange
something in the future.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't just lay there like you've been shot through the heart,
let's see what you have left in you."

She slapped Becky on the butt then flipped her over onto her back. Becky came to
just enough to place a hand protectively over her throbbing gut.

Donna stood back and grinned down at my insensible wife. She then dropped
down on one knee beside her and placed the other leg over her body. She looked at the audience and struck a victory pose. It was a costly mistake. She forgot how
quickly Becky could recover. She didn't see the fist coming up inside her arched
leg.

With a sense of satisfaction, Becky felt her knuckles sink into Donna's labium. "I
owe you that from last time."

Donna's eyes rolled up and with a strangled yelp she grabbed herself with both
hands and rolled backwards onto her side. She lay there moaning.

Summer squeaked with sympathy, "You guys sure play for keeps."

Becky said cattily, "Let's put her out of her misery." She kneeled behind Donna,
encircled her neck with her arms, and pulled her up to a partial sitting position as
she bore down with a sleeper hold. Donna did not want to be defeated. With
churning legs and writhing body she tried to twist away. But Becky held on and
squeezed steadily on her pressure points. Donna's struggles started to diminish. She arched her back one last time and then went limp. Her eyes drooped shut and her arms fell to her sides as she plunged into unconsciousness. Becky dropped her and she ended up laying flat on her back with her legs slightly spread.

The soreness now diminishing from the punches she had received, Becky gingerly
got up on her feet. She stood proudly over her fallen opponent. Moments ago she
was wondering why she was doing this. Now she knew as she felt a hot rush of
exhilaration. For Becky this was just the pure love for winning.

Maggie said, "It's got to be over now. Donna is really wasted!"

Becky, breathing hard, said, "We'll see. She has a way of bouncing back."

Donna started to move. Her eyes opened and she got up on her hands and knees.
She looked up at Becky and smiled slightly, "One more round. That will tell the
tale."

She slowly got up the rest of the way. Both women were panting from their
violent exertion. Their bodies were glossy with perspiration, the cleft of their butts
outlined by sweat stains on their bikinis. But neither one was going to be satisfied
with calling it a tie even though they were both battered and exhausted. They only
had enough in them for one last effort. Only one would be allowed to be left
standing.

Cindy interjected from the side, "Don't kill each other. We want to see a
rematch. Maybe some of us could join in too."

Both made several false grabs, trying to fake out the other. Becky said later she was confident she had the upper hand. Donna seemed to be staggering. Becky closed in for what she thought was the finish. She jabbed at Donna's stomach with her fist.

Donna parried several times but one punch connected and she doubled over with a
grunt. Becky landed another punch, this time on Donna's left breast. Donna
stumbled back and almost went down when one leg hit the edge of the couch. But
she stayed on her feet, tossed her head back and locked arms with Becky.

They grappled furiously. Donna got both her arms around Becky's waist and
yanked her off her feet. She put her in a bear hug and squeezed as hard as she
could. Becky couldn't breath and let out a prolonged "Arghh!"

The way Becky was being held caused her already narrow swimsuit bottoms to ride up even higher provoking a dry comment from Jill, "Ohh, showing a bit of cheek are we?"

Donna dropped her and spun her around. Becky recalled later that she was totally
drained of any strength at that point. Donna clamped down with a sleeper hold
from behind. Becky spread her legs as wide as she could and tried to drop below
Donna's grasp.

But Donna yanked her back upright. "Give it up, you're all mine now. You know
you want to."

As Donna continued compressing her pressure point, Becky felt herself weakening. Her urge to struggle was replaced by the now familiar warm sensation. In a strange way, being sleepered felt extremely pleasurable, bordering on the orgasmic. She let herself go completely passive. She started slipping into unconsciousness with a soft sigh. She felt like she was drifting down, down, down ever so gently.

Donna felt Becky go flaccid. She turned my wife's now unresisting body around so
that they were facing each other. Becky's head was bowed.

"I don't think I will make it that easy for you this time," Donna hissed.

With that she drove her fist one last time into Becky's abused abdomen. Eyes
bulging, Becky let out a long "Ohhh! " She grasped herself while bending double.
Some last shred of willpower kept her on her feet. But Donna gave her a hard
open-handed slap on the temple that propelled her backwards. She fell hard onto
the couch with arms thrown back. She slowly slid off the cushions onto the floor
until she was laying still on her side. It hurt too much too move.

Donna stared down at my prostrate wife. Again she was turned her on by this act
of violent dominance. She picked up one arm and shook it. "Yeah! You are fit to
be tied!"

She gave a tug, pulling Becky over on her back. Becky groaned but made no effort
to resist. Donna then knelt down and embraced Becky from behind. She held her
for a moment and then propped her up in a sitting position against the couch.

Becky was hovering on the edge of consciousness. Despite the pain from the low
blows, a soft, sensuous damp warmth flowed through her body. She hoped what
she was feeling would not show.

Donna leaned in close, "Are you really out or just faking it?" she said with mock
concern. "Let's make sure. I said I was going to knock you out so here goes."

In one last act of dominance Donna slipped her hands around behind
Becky's head until she found the crown meridian pressure point at the top of the
neck. She sharply jabbed there with her forefingers. Becky gasped and her face
went blank. This time there was no question - she plunged instantly into obvious
unconsciousness.

Donna then stood up while pulling Becky's limp body up with her. She held her
and then to demonstrate she was completely out, she let her fall lifelessly back onto
the mat. Becky ended up laying on her back. It would be a good five minutes
before she would come to.

Donna stood over her, smiling down at her fallen friend. The other women looked
on, too stunned to move or say a word. For now, it was over.

When I got home a week later, Becky gave me a copy of the tape of the event, as a
welcome home present. I had to admit I loved watching it, although I was surprised
my wife had gotten back together with Donna. At the same time I had some serious concerns where all of this might be leading. What were Becky and Donna really up to?

The End