Wife’s first and only fight - Part 2
Sharon looked great in her pink bra and panties, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had kept a nice figure despite having children. Marianne emerged from the bathroom in a black bra and panties, showing off her uniform tan and voluptuous breasts. I took a moment to compare the two women silently. Marianne’s arms were twice the size of Sharon’s, as were her thighs. She offered a handshake to Sharon.”Well, are you ready?”, she asked. My wife nodded mutely. Neither woman had wrestled before, so they were both nervous. Marianne had told me that she had watched a lot of wrestling on TV, since we planned this, so that she’d be as ready as possible.
The two women started circling each other, waiting for an opening and not wanting to commit themselves. Marianne was slowly closing in on Sharon, trying to corner her as they circled. She reached out for Sharon, but my wife ducked under her arm and slipped past her. Sharon placed her foot behind Marianne’s ankle, grabbed her arm and tried to trip her to the floor. She succeeded, but Marianne pulled her down with her.
Now both women were on the floor, trying to gain an advantage. Sharon landed on top of Marianne and tried to straddle and pin her, but my larger lover threw her off to her side. Legs and arms entangled as each woman tried to gain an advantage, and they rolled over a couple times. After a few moments of this struggle, Marianne grabbed Sharon’s ponytail, pulled her head backward to the floor, then rolled on top of my wife, pressing her larger body to my wife’s. “I got you now!” she exclaimed. Sharon struggled frantically beneath the big blonde, but Marianne spread her legs out wide for stability and pinned Sharon’s wrists to the floor. Sliding up just a little, she pressed her big boobs into Sharon’s chest. My wife was kicking her legs wildly but couldn’t buck Marianne off of her. I moved to the other couch, just beyond their heads. My wife’s smaller breasts had disappeared beneath Marianne’s. The big blonde snaked her legs between Sharon’s and grapevined them, stretching them wide. Her oppressive weight began to make breathing hard for Sharon, and my wife’s arms stopped straining aginst Marianne. The blonde looked up at me and winked. This had been relatively easy for her. “Please, I can’t breathe” my wife grunted. Marianne slid up on her a little further, keeping her wrists pinned over her head. Just as Sharon took in a bigger breath, Marianne lowered her big boobs onto her face. The thin black material of her bra did little to hide the stiff nipples inside of the cups. She bobbed them on Sharon’s face a couple times, then laid them heavily over her face, depriving her of air. Marianne lifted her head, looked at me and winked. After a long minute of this, she got up and helped Sharon to a seated position. “I guess round one goes to me. Are you okay?” She sounded genuinely concerned. Sharon nodded as she gulped air.
Marianne helped my wife to her feet. Holding her hands, she looked at Sharon and said “Let me know when you’re ready to continue.” Again, she smiled and winked at me. I was relieved to find she was enjoying herself. After a few minutes, Marianne repeated “Are you ready to continue?” Sharon nodded. Marianne moved in and the two women locked hands, struggling for supremacy. Sharon held her own for a while, but soon Marianne was driving her backward. Sharon released her hands to get free, but Marianne spun her around and wrapped her up in a bearhug from behind, crushing her waist from behind as she lifted Sharon up off of her feet. Squeezing her hard, she shook Sharon like a rag doll as my wife grunted and struggled, pounding her fists on Marianne’s forearms and kicking her heels into the blonde’s shins. Marianne responded with an even tighter squeeze. “Aghhhh!” Sharon gasped as her kicks weakened. Marianne shook her some more, holding the hug until my wife’s arms dropped to her sides….
TO BE CONTINUED