PART 3
The four of us, Christy, Dieter, Max, and I sat at the table excited from the two wrestlers battling in the ring. These two brunettes were about 135 lbs and athletic- built. You could tell their bouts kept them lean, but the muscles added extra weight. They had pulled each other's tops off within the first couple of minutes, and the audience cheered loudly! They took turns throwing each other into the ropes, onto the ring mat, and pounced onto one another. They performed an occasional leg-locked roll around the ring in nothing but bikini thongs! Their tits mashed together as they grappled! I breathlessly cheered when that happened.
These wrestlers were in their 20's and one was 5' 7" tall, while the other was an inch taller. I was enjoying the show, but my mind was on watching the two amateur wives wrestle next! In my mind, I was picturing Andrea rolling with Mila in an amateur wrestling match. It was so exciting in my mind. I was happy to see Dieter get his birthday wish! I was hoping for Andrea to win, but said nothing to disclose my desire.
The match was over as the ref and the audience all counted to five. The winner had grape-vined the loser, and they wrestled chest to chest as the count finished.
The promoter announced, "Next, we have two first time wrestlers! These two wives are here at the request of their husbands to wrestle! Andrea is entertaining her husband, Dieter, for his birthday gift!"
Andrea entered the ring, and discarded her robe, while the whole club cheered. She was wearing a black, thong bikini! Her curves were marvelous and I felt my tongue and dick swell.
"Andrea received a challenge from a club member tonight. Mila has witnessed the Ladies Wrestling events over the past couple of years, but has never wrestled. To the delight of her husband and the rest of us watching, Mila has entered the contest!"
We stood up and cheered!
"The blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty, Mila, who is 5'5" tall, 142 lbs with a 38DD bust challenges the blonde-haired, brown-eyed beauty, Andrea, who is 5' 6" tall, and 147 lbs with a 36D bust!"
Mila entered the ring and threw off her robe! She was wearing a red, thong bikini! Everyone applauded and she began shaking her tits toward our table!
Mila yelled, "This is for you, Max!"
Andrea responded by shaking her tits at our table, too! "Happy Birthday, Dieter!"
Without warning, the official yelled, "Wrestle!"
Both wives looked at each other wide-eyed and cautiously circled each other in the center of the ring.
They came together and tried to grab each other's wrists, as they struggled on their feet, pushing and pulling. My eyes were fixed on Andrea's jiggling ass. I could hear the women grunt as they fought on their feet. Mila had a nice ass, too, but I preferred the beefier ass on Andrea. I wanted to see her and Christy fight in front of me. Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching me.
"Enjoying the show?" My wife asked.
"Oh, yes!" I responded.
"You are pulling for Andrea, aren't you?" Christy waited for my answer.
"Yep. I am." I softly whispered, "Come on Andrea."
My wife switched seats with me and moved the chair right next to Dieter. She whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened and she rubbed his inner thigh. Then, she looked at me and said, "Scoot over here."
I complied and my wife massaged the boner in my pants.
The wrestling wives became louder and more physical. Mila hooked Andreas leg and they tumbled to the ring mat. Everyone in the club was on their feet shouting encouragements to the wife they were cheering for! Dieter shouted, "Come on, Andrea, get her down!"
Andrea rolled on top of Mila and tried to maneuver her hands to pin her. I watched in awe as she squirmed on top of Max's wife. Her ass bounced in the struggle. I zoomed in and took a few pics. Christy was rubbing her hands along our pertruding pants. Dieter moaned as he cheered on his wife.
Christy whispered to Dieter again. I heard her this time... "I'm gonna make Andrea submit, and then I'll suck you off onto my tits."
Mila shouted and bucked. She twisted and grabbed Andreas black bikini top as her leg bumped against her opponent. The crowd roared as Andrea's tits swung around, loose of her top!
Andrea yelled out in frustration, "Ah! No!"
Mila rolled on top of Andrea and attempted to pin her. Andrea returned the favor with a jerk of the red bikini top. Mila's DD's danced wildly as the women fought! The crowd roared again!
Max yelled, "Pin her, gorgeous! Your my hero!"
Andrea refused to be held down, and bucked Mila off. Mila rolled away from Andrea and backed to the ropes. Andrea got to her feet a ran into Mila! They struggled against the ropes in nothing but thongs! It was a hot "T n' A" show in the ring with both wives confident and aggressive! They were struggling loudly with sexy grunts broadcasted throughout the large room. I watched Andrea's ass dance as she pressed her tits into Milas, who was trapped with her back to the ropes.
"This is so hot," I said aloud.
I looked at Dieter, and he looked at me.
"She's giving you a hell of a birthday gift! And Mila isn't taking it easy on her! I picked the right time for vacation," I said.
Dieter looked ecstatic, and I put my hand up to him in the air. He high-fived me. Max turned around and said, "This is perfect," as he joined in on the high fives.
Mila managed to wrestle Andrea around to reverse the advantage. She began banging her 38DD's into Andrea's 36D's. Both women held an aggressive look of determination on their faces. I was watching Mila's ass jiggle, now.
Andrea hooked her foot behind Mila's leg and leaned back to bounce herself off if the ropes and into Mila. Their tits collided with a "smack" and tumbled to the floor! We all went wild again! Everyone was shouting! Both of their names could be heard around the audience as they grappled on the ring mat, again.
Andrea's tits swung back and forth as she struggled to get Mila's wrists down for a pin. Within seconds, Mila bucked a rolled Andrea to her back and fought to pin her. Mila's huge tits were dancing violently to the joy of us all!
The Mila fans began chanting.
Dieter and I yelled encouragements to Andrea in hopes that she will escape Mila's attempts for a pin.
Mila maneuvered her hips to Andrea's stomach and sat on her. Andrea's legs kicked violently, as she tried to unseat her opponent. Mila finally gripped Andrea's wrists and held them to the mat. People were jumping up and down, shouting as they cheered their favorite wrestling wife.
Andrea screamed in frustration and bucked some more. Mila responded by lowering her bouncing DD's to Andrea's face in a tit-smother!
The official counted. The Mila fans joined the counting in unison, "Four...five!"
The match was over. Mila was triumphant. Both wives performed like raging rivals! We all got a treat with the performance! Everyone applauded!
Mila slowly got up off of Andrea. The adrenaline was gone and she looked exhausted, breathing furiously. Andrea laid on the floor with her eyes closed, catching her breath. Mila slowly reached down to Andrea and said something. Andrea gave her a hand, and with Mila's help, got to her feet.
The official announced, "And the winner of the Club Wrestling match... Mila!"
More applause roared along with "cat-calls" as the two topless wives stood side by side, displayed as eye-candy. Andrea lifted one of Mila's hands into the air by the wrist. Then, they hugged right there in the ring, tit to tit. I marveled at the curvaceous bodies.
They exited the ring, carrying their bikini tops and robes.
Melissa motioned to my wife from the bar. Christy stood up and kissed me fervently. "Lucky man gets to watch another Ladies Wrestling match. Enjoy hubby!"
Then, Christy left the table and disappeared behind the bar area in the back. There was a 15 minute intermission.
Immediately, Andrea and Mila walked back to the table with their bare tits swaying back and forth.
They each met their husbands at the table and embraced them in affectionate hugs.
I heard Andrea say, "Happy Birthday, Dieter." Dieter began bragging about how incredible she did at wrestling.
Max was congratuling his wife, Mila. He, too, was giddy about his wife's performance in the ring.
Mila looked to Andrea. "That was exhilarating! I would like to wrestle you again some time. No hard feelings on losing tonight. I know it's Dieter's Birthday, but I really had to win for Max."
"I know. It's okay. I wouldn't let you win either. I'll get you next time," replied Andrea.
Both women laid their tops on the table and put their robes back on. They sat and sipped water as they flirted with their husbands.
Andrea looked at me. "Are you excited about your wife fighting Melissa?"
"I'm extremely excited! I'm still reeling from your fight, though. You ladies were incredible! I can't believe neither of you fought before. I hope I get to see you fight again sometime. I would like to see Christy tangle with you, too."
Both women smiled and sent me flirtatious looks.
Just then, the announcement, "Club members and visitors! The last fight of the night will involve one of our own! Our sexy server, Melissa, and foreign visitor, Christy, have mutually challenged each other tonight in efforts to entertain the same man... Christy's husband, Bobby!"
