KNOCKOUT FRENZY - Part 4

By Ransom

There was a lot of tension building up inside of me. Looking back the past few days no way would I have suspected so many of those issues were about to be resolved. Becky and I had gone clubbing with Donna and Dave. We normally don't care for such entertainment - too much noise, too much booze. But we made an exception because Donna and Dave had invited us and they seemed genuinely interested in putting our friendship back together. After dancing we found a relatively quiet corner where it was actually possible to have a conversation. When a ladies only dance number was announced Donna nudged Becky. The two of them went out on the floor.

To Shania Twain's “I Feel Like a Woman” they gyrated to the music. The backlighting made Donna's long blond hair shimmer as she tossed it in all directions. She was fetchingly dressed in black leather pants and a silver sleeveless turtleneck. But my wife's lithe figure, in tight jeans and blue dress shirt, was every bit her equal. I was so taken by both them it seemed that I could block out everybody else and see only them sinuously moving in slow motion.

Dave was staring intently at them as well. Being perhaps a bit too lubed he said, “You suppose they're being totally up front with us about themselves?”

“Yeah, sure, why not?” I replied.

But the long letter I had found which was written by Donna to Becky was not far from my mind. In it Donna had described in almost obsessive detail her thoughts and feelings during their last wrestling match. And what had that match led to? Did the two of them really make love to each other or was Donna just wishing it were so? I never told Becky that I had read the letter, hoping she would say something to me. But she never mentioned it.

That had all been several months ago. Maybe this would be a good time to see what Dave thought so I urged him to continue. He started talking about a much earlier match.

“It was really something when Donna and I invited Becky to wrestle with us. God, those gals were serious! I don't know what Becky told you but I want you to know I would never do anything to hurt her. In fact I know I kept Donna from doing some real damage to your wife. She wanted to keep working her over even after she had knocked her out.

I had my doubts about his version of the story. Becky had been sore for over a week from what had turned into a two against one brawl. She never complained or said much about it. I'm always amazed how she can absorb so much pummeling and bounce back. Yet all my protective instincts were protesting this kind of thing taking place especially when I wasn't present.

I said, “Well maybe that's the problem. You were there. I'm feeling like the odd man out.”

Dave leaned in empathetically and said in a low tone, “Hey, I'm hearing you buddy. Would you like to have a go at Donna? She would be a handful let me tell ya.”

The next day we received a formal invitation: “You are both invited to participate in a couples' four-way wrestling match. The winner to be determined by elimination, either by pin, surrender, or sleeper. Guy vs. guy, girl vs. girl. The winning guy to take on the winning girl to determine champion couple. Your house or ours'? Dave & Donna.”

Knowing this was Dave's answer to my expressed frustration I said I would be willing to take them up on their offer. This seemed to bother Becky, “But what if the last two standing are you and me? You gonna' knock me out?”

“Whatever you want, but if they both go down we can declare victory at that point.”

That seemed to satisfy her but I still had the fleeting impression that she somehow resented me being involved.

We decided we would host the event. We laid out the floor pads and mattresses in the basement just as Donna and Dave arrived on the designated evening. Becky had already changed into a red and black bikini and was lounging on the deck. She had kept to herself all that afternoon. Donna and Dave went to the guestroom to dress and moments latter came out. Donna was wearing a snug cut-off T-shirt and blue bikini bottoms. Her ample breasts were sharply defined by the cotton fabric. Dave was wearing his red trunks. I elected to wear Speedo running shorts.

We proceeded to go downstairs and size each other up. The girls were pretty evenly matched although Donna usually won using her greater endurance to wear Becky down before delivering the final knock out. She tended to be a lot meaner too.

I, on the other hand, was at least twenty-five pounds heavier than Dave and a pretty fair athlete. He didn't seem to notice or care we would be a very lopsided pairing. We flipped a coin to see if guys or girls would go first. Dave and I called it and were the first to go.

Becky put a CD on that had a fast loud beat. The girls stood to the side with one arm around each other's waist swaying to the music. Then they both raised a fist before doing a cheerleader kick while chanting, “Go, go, go!”

I wonder if they knew they presented a terribly distracting sight for both of us. Still, I was determined to win. Despite Dave portraying himself as a nice guy in the ring, I remember the video showing him rendering Becky defenseless by pinning her arms behind her back as Donna gleefully punched her out.

Dave came at me low and fast and grabbed me around the waist but I easily tossed him aside. Then I got him in a shoulder hold and threw him to the floor. I was aware that we had to be careful about crashing into walls or furniture. The girls had been more deliberate and controlled in their past wrestling than I had realized.

At the same time I wanted to deeply humiliate Dave in front of our wives for what he had done to Becky. But I wouldn't resort to dirty tricks or low blows. We struggled on the floor. Dave was a lot stronger than he looked. We were more evenly matched than I thought we would be. I was all the more amazed that Becky had pinned him in the first round of their three-way.

Even so, I had wrestled in high school and all my old training came back for me although he managed a few reverses. The girls hooted and hollered. Their wrestling had always been a mixture of raw aggression and willing submission, their emotions complex. But for guys the issue is simple - pure aggression and an overwhelming desire to win. Despite our restricted surroundings our combat intensified.

It was time to put this joker away. We were both in a kneeling position when I got him in a full nelson, forced him down on the floor, flipped him over on his back and pinned him with my full weight. He tried to wiggle free but I bore down until he blurted, “I give.”

I was panting and sweating. I was amazed when I noticed by a clock on the wall we had been going at it for over ten minutes. It seemed like just a few seconds. I got up and stood triumphantly over him. He just lay there for a minute trying to regain his senses. Donna jeered, “Finally met your match sweetie?”

Dave glared sullenly at her as he got up. “Let's see you do better.”

“Oh I think I will.” She winked and then turned to Becky, “Ready?”

The two women gave each other a prolonged hug before taking their positions. Dave looked at me in an odd way as if to say, “It ain't just the wrestling.”

But all friendship and affection vanished as they came together. They pushed and pulled, each trying to knock the other off her feet. Becky backed Donna into the sofa and she fell backwards into it. Becky came down on top of her and they both squealed and strained until they rolled off the sofa. Still locked together they rolled across the floor, first one on top and than the other.

Donna had Becky pinned against the wall as she got an arm under one of her legs and lifted it up and over her. Becky was bent like a “V” with her butt up in the air. Her face was turning a deep red as the breath was squeezed out of her. But she got her other foot in Donna's gut and managed to forcefully push her away.

Donna was propelled backwards and sat down hard. They paused and looked at each other for a moment, both breathing heavily. Then Becky was on her feet. She got behind Donna, locked her arms under Donna's arms and yanked her roughly up. Donna let out a cry, “Aiii!” As she struggled to get her balance, Becky bent her forward practically riding on her back as they both went down.

But instead of hitting the floor with Becky on top, Donna managed a neat reverse and she sprang back upright behind Becky while pinning her arms at her sides. She twisted one arm behind Beck's back. The pain caused Becky to cry out and arch her body back to relieve the pressure. But Donna worked the arm and Becky was led around in a tight little circle looking like a puppet whose strings were being jerked by a demented puppeteer.

Becky seemed helpless but she somehow broke free only to have Donna shove her violently onto the sofa. Becky flopped onto the cushions but the momentum caused her to rebound off onto the floor. With arms and legs flying wildly she rolled twice and came to rest on her back.

Again they paused and stared at each other, Becky laying on the floor and Donna standing over her. Then Donna came down next to her and thrust one leg under her and the other over her waist. She had Becky in a scissors and proceeded to squeeze her hard around the middle. Becky gasped, “Yiiii!” and tried to pry Donna's legs apart. But Donna just rocked her back and forth. Donna put her hands on the floor and stood up on her arms to put her whole body into the hold. Becky groaned. I thought she was done for and would momentarily pass out.

Dave egged on his wife, obviously excited by the scene of Donna completely dominating my wife. “Go ahead, you've got her now! Put her away!”

But I told Becky to hang in there as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and strained to break free. She spread her legs apart and arched up on her shoulders but to no avail. Then she reached between Donna' legs with what the girls called a “claw.” She dug her fingers in none too gently. Donna gave out a high pitched yelp, “Gaaa!” disengaged and rolled away holding her violated area with both hands.

She was obviously hurt and angry. “I thought there was not going to be anymore below the belt!” she shrilled indignantly. “ But if that is the way you want it....”

Becky had only just risen to her knees when Donna grabbed her vulva and squeezed hard, her fingers digging into Becky's vagina. Becky let out a deep “Ohhh!” toppled forward and doubled up into a ball while holding herself with both hands between her legs.

Now Becky was the injured one. There was a pause. Donna let Becky recover either out of mercy or more likely because she wanted to prolong a fight she was confident she was going to win. I watched in grim fascination as Donna yanked Becky to her feet and steadied her.

“Okay, this is where it is lights out for you.” Donna pulled back her fist. She was going for the knockout punch that she had demonstrated in the past she was so good at. She aimed carefully and then brought her fist around in a sweeping motion. But Becky ducked aside and Donna connected only with air.

Surprised and off balance, Donna had set herself up for some of her own medicine. Becky threw a roundhouse punch of her own that landed squarely on Donna's cheek. “Splat!” The blow caused Donna to spin around and crumple to the floor. She lay still, flat on her stomach, her legs out at an angle and her arms thrown forward. She was either stunned or out cold.

Now it was Becky's turn to pause. She stood over her fallen opponent and looked down on her.

Dave pleaded, “Come on bad girl. Get up. I know you can.”

Donna groaned and turned over on her back. She cradled her jaw and looked up at my wife. Both their eyes reflected sympathy as if they were saying, “We are going overboard again, maybe we need to back off?”

But all tenderness vanished as Donna staggered to her feet. Now the attitude was one of: “What the hell....” They started to trade body blows. First one would hit the other in the gut with a loud “Thunk!” followed by a moan or a scream and then the other would reciprocate. It became an endurance contest to see who could absorb the most punishment and remain standing. Several times it looked like Becky was going to go down but she would recover and it would be Donna's turn to double up in pain after taking a hit. I know it had to hurt like hell but the sight of our two beautiful wives, wearing nothing more than small bikinis, aggressively locked in a hard punching contest was awesome.

Becky told me a while back that such blows sometimes caused her to want to pee in her pants particularly if she was hit low. I could tell she was struggling to keep control, not wanting to repeat what had happened during the three-way bout when Donna had followed up her gut punishment with a knockout punch to the chin. As she lay unconscious that time a very noticeable stain had spread out on the crotch area of her swimsuit indicating she had wet herself.

They traded about half a dozen punches. Both Dave and I were amazed at how tough as well as sexy they both were as they engaged in such fierce combat. It looked like Becky was getting the worst of it but she gamely continued even thought her abdomen was inflamed and almost the same color as her bikini. Then one punch caused her to fall to her knees. Her eyes were rolling up into her head as she swayed back and forth. She seemed to have been knocked practically senseless.

Donna came down behind her saying, “Now this is the part you like.”

She embraced Becky's neck with her arms and applied pressure while at the same time pulling her back. Donna ended up lying on the floor with Becky on top of her facing up. Donna got her feet and ankles between Becky's thighs and forced her legs apart which gave her more leverage. It didn't take long. Becky gave a repeated high pitched “Uh, uh, uh,” as she sunk into oblivion. I wondered if Becky actually wanted it to happen this way? I know being sleepered was very orgasmic for her. Her body suddenly tensed and then slowly relaxed. I would have given anything to know what she was experiencing at that moment. Now unconscious, she lay loosely draped on top of Donna, her legs and arms spread wide.

Donna held Becky in this position for what I thought was a long time. She wanted to be sure she was totally out or maybe she was just enjoying it so much. Finally she pushed Becky off of herself. Becky limply rolled over once and came to rest on her back. She didn't move. Her eyes were shut. Now it was Donna's turn to stare at Becky sprawled out on the floor.

Donna knelt over her and ran a hand down the length of Becky's body feeling no reaction, “Yeah, you're gone!”

Then Donna turned toward me. “Think you can take me on? I'll put you right down next to your wife. You'll look good sleeping together.”

Dave just grinned in anticipation. He made no attempt to conceal his obvious high state of excitement, his hard bulge pushing against his trunks. He wanted to see some more action involving his wife.

Donna paused to catch her breath. Looking at Becky's unconscious form she said, “You'll be sorry you missed this.”

She seemed to be awfully confident that she could take me. I was wary as she stood up and we began to circle each other. Suddenly she lashed out with her fist but I deflected it with my arm. So that's how she wants to play? I could not bring myself to hit a woman but I wouldn't mind sleepering her. She continued to strike at me and I parried.

Remembering she was good at kicking I suddenly closed with her but moved quickly behind her and got her in a choke hold with one arm around her neck and the other around her chest. I could feel her breasts straining under the thin shirt. She was strong and fast and obviously enjoying this. She struggled free but I spun her around. She tried to bring her knee up in my groin but I caught it, pulled up and swept her off her feet. She came down hard.

She rolled away and hopped up. I thought of the phrase “Energizer Bunny” - she just kept going and going. I was starting to be less confident. Victory did not seem like such a sure thing. I laid aside my scruples about hitting a woman. I buried my fist in her gut below the waistline, low, just like she liked to deal out to my wife. Her eyes bulged and she gasped as she doubled over. That seemed to take some of the sass out of her. I had to admit it felt good.

I gave her a shove which caused her to tumble to the floor. I flipped her on her back, straddled her, and extended her arms over her head, pinning them at the wrists. “Do you give?”

She just glared at me and thrashed so hard I lost my grip. Over and over we went on the floor. But I got her under me again. This time I put her in a wrestler's pin with one arm around her shoulder and lifted her legs up with the other. This drove her shoulders deep into the floor pad. “Now do you give?”

She snarled, “Never!” and continued to struggle.

It was like she had become a totally different person. I don't know how Becky could do as well as she did with her. It was time to put her out. I let go of her legs, pulled her up on her knees and punched her in the gut again. She jerked spasmodically and gave out a high pitched “Ahhh!” as she closed her eyes and bent forward so far her head was resting on the mat. This gave me the second I needed to get behind her and put her in a sleeper hold. Using the technique Becky had taught me I pulled her backward onto me. I compressed her pressure point with my knuckles. She thrashed for what seemed like a long time and almost broke my hold but I could feel her resistance weakening. My face was buried in her hair. She was hot and perspiring and smelled of some kind of spice.

Dave only stood there and stared as I sent his wife plunging into insensibility. Witnessing his wife being sleepered caused him to ejaculate in his trunks. Who am I kidding, I enjoyed it immensely too. My erection pushed hard against Donna and I almost came too. Her raspy breathing became more regular. She sighed and her eyes drooped shut, then her whole body went slack. I could tell the moment she went out by how flaccid she quickly became, like a punctured balloon after the air has escaped.

I lowered her down until she was stretched out on her side. She looked so helpless and calm where moments before she had been a whirlwind of aggressive fury. The way she was laying caused her well-shaped ass to be nicely outlined by her tight blue bikini. I slapped her lightly on her rear then stood up. I was both exhausted and exhilarated. So this is what it is all about? This was an exercise of power and skill ending in either total domination or total defeat. It felt great. I looked over at Becky; she was lying in the same position where she had come to rest after Donna had pushed her off of herself. She was still out. There was a wet spot on her crotch, either from losing control while being punched or being aroused while being sleepered.

Dave patted me on the back, “Good job buddy. Doesn't hurt Donna to be brought down a notch or two. Now why don't we give them a little time together?”

He picked up his wife under the arms and dragged her unconscious body over next to my wife and laid her down next to her.

“There, don't they look drop dead beautiful together like that?”

I had to agree. But it went beyond just looking good. I was glad that they had both been knocked out. Neither one could savor a victory over the other. I was the one who had emerged triumphant over all three of them. It seemed to put things to rights. It would be a good ten minutes before they would start to wake up. As they came to their senses we left them alone until they indicated they wanted to get up. They were both thoroughly wiped out and so that was the end of our evening.

When we got home I helped Becky get undressed and showered. Her midsection was so tender and sore she could hardly bend over. I was giving her a gentle massage on our bed when in a still small voice she said, “I'm going to tell you everything.”

She talked for the better part of an hour. She admitted that Donna and she had sex with each other after the previous match. She admitted she enjoyed it but it had been so wrong and she never wanted to do it again. It was a lot to accept. But the tension had broken. Very carefully we made love. It was going to be okay with us. It was finally over.

The End