Husband Vs. Wife
By WrestlingWifeFan

My wife and I have been pro style wrestling each other for years. Nothing fancy, just in the house, wrestling to a 3 count pin winner. I am Jimmy, 36 yrs old, 5ft8, 190 pounds, short black hair. My wife Lisa is the same age, 5ft6 160 pounds. She is a little chunk but in truth very shapely. She looks like a woman! She is latina, long brown hair. Our only experience is from watching wrestling on tv. At some point during some pillow talk we both confessed we found it a turn on, and we decided to give it a go, with the only rule being that we both agree to go all out, and not hold grudges afterward.

For the most part we are pretty even. Most people assume as the man I would be the dominant one, but the truth is I have good and bad days just like she does, and when one of us gets gets the upper hand doing pro style wrestling stuff, the other can go downhill in a hurry. Despite us being pretty even, one match that sticks out in my mind is the most one sided defeat I suffered at her hands, or feet as the case may be.

I usually wrestle in my underwear, Lisa's outfit of choice is always a black teddy, with a black garter belt and stockings, and a long black satin robe. I certainly am not complaining but when I asked her why she said it "seemed natural" and she was "comfortable" in it.

On this night in particular, I never seemed to get going. Lisa and I moved toward the center of the den and when I extended my arms to lock up with her she feigned like she was going to as well and kicked me in the stomach with her right foot. Stunned I backed up and as I reapproached she drove it in again. I doubled over as she grabbed my hair with her left hand and fired a right hand off the top of my head. I reeled back and she kicked me in the stomach again. I was losing and losing fast. In another instant she pulled me into a headlock.

I could feel the garter belt on her hip grinding in to me as she cinched in the headlock. My knees started to give and Lisa was dragging me across the room. Suddenly she picked up speed and my head slammed into the wall. Dazed, starting to lose my senses, I drifted back and fell backward on to the carpet. I was staring at the ceiling trying to regain my senses when my wife came into view. She reached down and picked me up by my hair. She ran toward the wall with me in tow and again threw me into it head first. I bounced off it and again, like a tree falling, fell back to the floor on my back. Lisa seemed focused and calculating. I wasnt able to do anything. I rolled instinctively to my stomach and started to make it to my knees when a moment later my wife's thigh came crashing into my jaw. A knee lift sent me crashing to the floor again. I was going to be out of it soon. It was a consisntent barrage of punishment. I made it to my knees, then started to stand when Lisa's arm crashed across my chest. A clothesline sent me down again. Akwardly I collapsed on the floor with my back resting on the base of the couch. I had nothing left. I couldnt lift my head but in my view of the floor I could see my wife's black stocking covered legs and feet walking in front of me, then beside me. I watched sit, and cross her legs, the robe falling open nicely around them. She was sitting in the chair next to the couch. Apparently relaxing. I mustered the strength to turn my head to the left and I could see her sitting back relaxing, legs crossed, her stockings covered foot seemingly mocking me as she was the picture of ease while I struggled.

Fearing the end was approaching unless I did something I rolled to my left side, put my hands under me, and tried to stand. From the corner of my eye I could see my wife's legs unfold. One step, and her left, black-stocking covered foot crashed into my jaw. I was done... someone could have yelled timber as I slowly went back and out. In the stocking her foot looked so soft. Crashing into my jaw was a different story. I think some part of me hoped she would pin me and end it. I layed there spread eagle, staring at the ceiling in the middle of the den. The next thing I remember, she was standing above me. She extended her right leg over me. I knew what was coming. It was a version of a leg drop she did. It was slow, and always the end. The stocking covered leg game into view, and like a guillitone she dropped.

My wife's thigh crashed down across my chest. On impact I bounced a little toward my side, before my barely conscious body wound up again on my back spread eagle.. I felt her thigh slide off me and a moment later she was standing over me again. Again I saw my wife's black-stocking covered thigh extend over me. Was she going to do it again? I laid there.. there was nothing I could do. Seeming disgusted at me, she withdrew her leg. I laid there for another second when I saw her foot approaching my face. She rested it there, not posing as much as standing, and I heard 1......2....................3. I never got in a single blow.

The whole thing lasted under 5 minutes. Cooly she removed the foot and from my vantage point i watched her slowly walk up the stairs and leave me there. It was the most one sided loss she ever gave me. I never seemed to get going and everything she did ensured my defeat quicker and quicker.