I, Who Have Nothing
Can I tell you a secret? Are you sure you want to hear it? Okay… I’m cheating on my wife. I could barely get the words out of my mouth without shedding tears. I’m in my bed with a short blonde, blue eyes like an endless ocean, belly soft as a pillow with a nice deep round navel and a pussy that feels like broken virginity every time. She’s about fifteen years younger than I am; she’s a college student and I’m her teacher and I teach her well, teach her how to suck my dick, teach her how to… this is hard for me to admit… teach her how to take it doggy style, teach her how to make my performances in bed feel better and look better. I, who have nothing but a slow flowing dream that my fears seems to hide deep inside my mind was once happy in my marriage, but that changes, you know. Her body is so soft and feels like silk magic running all over me… and when she cums, she cums hard and she comes for me.
I’m married to a fighter. Her name is Linda “The Hammer” Ellis; she’s half Greek and half Black; she’s got dark olive skin, hazel eyes, and long curly black hair and her body is hard, but soft in her cheeks, lower belly, butt, and boobs. We were so happy when we first got together; I knew what she did and it really turned me on watching her beat the women with her fists, and wrapping her strong legs around them and forcing a submission. I remember, and I was a bit of fit guy back in those days, but I remember wrestling her and taking her down, only to have her put me in a hammerlock and force me down on my face. I never submitted to her, even as she taunted me and laughed at me, but I could never beat her… she was way too good. She’d only let me pin her when she wanted to, but she loved me for never surrendering to her. We got married and she continued her career of basement wrestling. Sometimes, she’d wrestle one of my friend’s wives or a mouthy brat at the gym or some nosy girl or some gothic chick or some one who Linda deliberately wanted to try. She beat them all.
But you know… you figure, that’s all nice and stuff, but you’re married to me now, so you should cut it out and get a real job. Yeah, seeing her fight turned me on and seeing her dominate the girls she beat only made me go home and fuck her harder, but I got sick of the catcalls and guys asking me could they fuck my wife, like I was a pimp or something. I got tired of it all and after a while, even the sight of her shoving her breasts in some girl’s face as she sat on her stomach make me sick to mine. The years of this were going by fast and the kids were born and Linda got softer, and so did I, but she wouldn’t quit.
After our kids would go to bed, she’d go out for long periods of time and come home smelling like sweat, cigarettes, and juices… and no, I’m not talking about cranberry juice. She’d been continuing the wrestling and when we’d have sex, sometimes she’d call me by a woman’s name. You just don’t understand what that does to me. I’m the man; I have the penis; I have what she is receiving, but now, I realized that this just wasn’t enough and that she was addicted to rolling around with pussy and she was too much of a pussy to admit it to me. I who have nothing felt the sting of a broken heart every time she came to bed and she used to be able to fuck me afterward, but she just went to sleep, got up the next morning, made breakfast and took the kids to school while I went to teach.
On those days when I was off, I’d try to strike up a conversation, but it trail off until I gave in and started talking to her about her matches. She’d say, “Mary’s tits were so nice and I loved twisting them. You should’ve been there” or “I want to get away from this house and go somewhere, you know, really test the women of the world.” I didn’t know what it was anymore and I didn’t understand it anymore. I didn’t know if she liked the wrestling or the dominating of other women, but she started coming home with bruises on her. We were both in our forties and she was still going at it; she wanted to do it professionally, but she was told that she wasn’t good enough and that she was passed her prime. I didn’t like it anymore and I wanted my wife to just give it up. Back when we dating, she could dominate, fuck, wrestle any woman she wanted to, but now, I considered it cheating. I told her that to her face and she looked at me funny.
“What are you going to do about it, Dan?” she said, walking right up to me. She was still about as fit as she could be and she shoved me right down on the couch, yanked out my penis and let me feel the pain of having my pubes get stuck under the foreskin getting yanked, and fucked me until I couldn’t move. She fucked me into hyperventilating; she fucked me and called me “Shirley.” Then when I woke up, she had Shirley pinned in our living room and staining the rug my Mother gave us with her cum.
“You want some of this, don’t you Dan?” she’d say, “You want to us both right now, don’t you lover boy?”
But it was all disgusting to me. I just wanted my wife. She didn’t fuck me after that because I didn’t challenge her. She teased me with sex, but she was just too tired to deliver and eventually, I went out with her for what was going to be her big comeback. She was going to fight a Haitian girl named Karma, of all things. When we got to the little hall, I remember Linda seeing Karma and laughing because Karma barely broke five feet tall and was listed as weighing 110 lbs, but she was a high-waisted girl with an hourglass figure all wrapped in a black all in one and bare feet. She had long black hair, hazel eyes, and light mocha skin with a round face.
“Are they kidding me?” Linda said, “She’s undefeated… against who? Smurfs?
Linda was a little under six feet tall and when they faced off, Linda put her hands on her hips and looked up at the ceiling. I figured this would only last as long as Linda wanted it to, but that’s when it happened. Karma drew back her fist and drove it deep into Linda’s stomach, right on her large deep oblong navel. Linda fold over the fist, making a loud “UUUGGGHHH!!!” sound… I’d never heard that come from her before. Her legs buckled, her body shook; she stared at Karma and all the Haitian girl did was smile, twisting her fist deep into Linda’s belly and forcing my wife up on her pedicured toes, then grabbing her crotch, squeezing her crotch, and body slamming her down on the mat. I didn’t hear a sound from Linda, but I saw her mouth blow out air and I saw a look I’d never seen on her face before… a look of doubt, a look of discouragement. Karma backed off a bit, and my wife slowly rose to her feet.
Linda saw Karma standing there with her hands raised, and Linda raised her hands as well, then rushed in on the curvy little Haitian girl only to get more beating. A right cross that cracked against Linda’s jaw, a left hurt that hurt her ribs, a knee to her large pussy covered by the violet colored panties, a stomp across her toes on her left foot, and two left uppercuts to her already aching belly, right above the navel as Linda folded over slightly, her cheeks filling with air. Linda tried to cling to Karma and wrestle her down, but the little girl simply shoved my wife and she went down hard on her back, bumping her head on the cheap mat as the small crowd gathered looked on, giving Karma their support and Linda glanced at me with embarrassment. Linda got up slower than before and Karma moved in. My wife had her hands out, ready to block any oncoming punches, or at least, she thought she was ready. Another hard left hook hit her right side and Linda jumped, bringing her right arm down as knee slammed into her solar plexus. Karma pulled my wife into a bear hug and started spinning her around. I could see Linda’s dark olive toes scrapping the mat and then her legs flying upward when Karma slammed her down, crashing her own body on top of my wife and forcing more air out of her.
Linda covered her face, but Karma sat her up with a straight right to the stomach, forcing an “UM!!” from Linda, then Karma started working on removing my wife’s tank top. She managed to get it over Linda’s head by using her right hand, and punching my wife’s stomach and right side with her left hand. Linda offered little resistance and groaned loudly and out of protest as her violet bra was revealed. Linda’s breasts were very large and she knew Karma may try to take off her bra. Linda covered her breasts with her hands and tried to stop the smiling Haitian from yanking the bra off.
“Quit it! Stop!” Linda said in as high a pitch voice I’d ever heard from her, but Karma brought both fists down on Linda’s boobs and Linda cried a loud “AUGH!!” turning on her side. Karma pinned Linda’s arms behind her head and started driving punches deep into Linda’s weakened stomach, pushing her navel in deeper and deeper with short hard punches while keeping one leg around Linda’s left leg and her other knee rubbing against Linda’s large pussy. Linda turned back over onto her back and Karma hit her in the jaw with a left hook, forcing Linda’s eyes to roll into the back of her head while Karma yanked Linda’s braw off, revealing her large brown breasts with dark areolas and long eraser-like nipples.
“JAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”
Linda cried loudly as Karma buried her nails into Linda’s soft breasts. My wife was doing something else I’d never seen her do before… crying. And it was breaking my heart. Seeing her do this to some other girl used to turn me on, and then it upset me, but seeing her beaten like this really drove me down. I couldn’t take it any more. I got up and moved to stop the fight, but two guys got in my way and told me to sit down.
“That’s my wife!” I said
“Yeah right!” one of them said, “What’s your wife doing here every week fucking my wife?”
When he said that, several guys sitting down nearby started laughing, you know, the laughter of knowing something. One girl said, “The way she was on me last week, she’s my wife too, hahahahahahaha!!!!”
She wasn’t mine anymore, and maybe, she never was. Karma was punching her face relentlessly and bouncing on her stomach. Then Karma yanked off my wife’s panties and drove two of her fingers in deep, forcing my wife to shake like she had been shocked back to life by EMTs. Karma picked Linda up, her mocha hands covered in Linda’s cum, pressed her above her head, and let her fall, but brought her knee up and Linda’s stomach took the impact with an “UUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” Linda rolled in a fetal position and as Karma stood over my naked wife, I heard Linda utter, “no more.”
Karma only smiled as she was tossed a dildo while I was being restrained. Karma took off her wrestling outfit to reveal large breasts, a firm desirable stomach with a large round innie navel, and firm legs. She strapped on the dildo and pinned Linda down by her arms.
“Please, you beat meeEEEEEEEEE!!!!” filled the room as Karma began to fuck my wife and force her to cum over and over again as I hadn’t done in so long. I was held there and forced to watch by now four men. I felt like Joe Pesci’s character in the movie “Casino” when he watches his brother get beat almost to death by a gang of baseball bat wielding hoods, who had double-crossed him. Most of these guys remembered me from when Linda and I dated and in the early stages of our marriage and now, they were forcing me to watch her get fucked by another woman. I was helpless and angry and I started to hyperventilate again… and then, it all went black.
I remembered waking up and taking Linda to the hospital, but she wouldn’t let me touch her. She looked like a shell of the fighter I had known and I, her husband, I could do nothing to bring the smile back. She didn’t know the taste of real defeat until now and what could I tell her. She looked at me as if I was the scum of the earth and she got up from that hospital bed and walked out, with me behind her. We’d go places together, grocery shopping; our last child was in her freshman year of college and was staying in a dorm. They all went to schools out of state and I really missed them, especially since Linda wasn’t missing me. She’d go out and sometimes, she wouldn’t be back until the next morning. She’d come home with bruises and she would cry because… she kept trying to beat Karma, but Karma won every time, and ultimately, Karma went to Japan, won a free weight mixed martial arts tournament, and got signed to a developmental deal by OPW, perhaps the most well-known female fighting promotion in the world.
Linda fought a new girl named Clare, and lost. She fought Dawn, who was this South African girl and younger sister of a more famous fighter named Kayla Rankin, and Dawn nearly broke Linda’s neck and had her way with her for seven hours after the match, at least, that‘s what I heard. She saw this up and coming fighter named Gemma Rox outside of a nightclub and fought her in the street, only to come home with badly bruised ribs, a hurting stomach, and an even more bruised ego. Everyone was beating her now, and I realized that it wasn’t the fighting she enjoyed, it was the winning. But she was older, and while she hadn’t aged that much, she couldn’t do what she used to do. She’d talk about Karma all the time, “If I’d just trained harder for that bitch, I’d be on top.” I couldn’t figure out what losing one match to Karma had to do with all the other matches she had lost. In the past, she’d get mad at me for saying anything while she was talking, now, she got mad at me for my silence because she assumed I was ignoring her.
She grabbed me one time, but I grabbed her wrists and gave her a little defensive shove… she tumbled over the couch and hurt her shoulder. I felt horrible… but not that horrible. See, every time we went out, people would notice the black eyes and the bruises and the limping and of course, they’d assume I was beating my wife. I was up to become one of the Associate Deans of the College of Business and Technology at the university I teach at, but rumors ruined it and they brought in a female candidate and hired her immediately. I met my sexy soft blonde Cindy in a class I was teaching. She had plagiarized a simple assignment and I was talking to her about it in my office while she was nudging me with her leg under the table. I offered private tutoring; we fucked the same day. Linda was somewhere getting beaten up, I’m sure. She’d come home and just go to sleep. Some of my students had even seen Linda fighting, but didn’t have sense enough to put together that she was my wife. Plus, I only had pictures of us when we were dating in my office, but there was one picture of her with me in a headlock that Cindy took a gander at. I don’t love Cindy; I still love Linda and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. But she loves winning more than she loves me, and that’s why I’m with Cindy.
Cindy goes down on me once more, pulling the sheet over her head as I put my hands behind my head and relax… I’ll let her grade the papers. Then I open my eyes… Linda, standing there in jeans, sandals, and a blue tank top. She grabs Cindy around her head and I scream as I experience a new kind of pain when she throws Cindy off of me.
“Linda, I can explain!” I say
She grabs Cindy up with one hand by the little blonde’s throat and bangs her head against the wall. Cindy’s struggling to hold on, but for some reason, I don’t get up to help her.
“Let her go, Linda!” I cry
“Shut up!!” she says, and I have no choice now………………………….. I shut up.
Linda slips behind my little blonde and wraps her arms around Cindy’s neck in a sleeper. Cindy isn’t a fighter; I’m sure of it, but to my surprise, she drives her elbow back into Linda’s ribs. Linda hisses, then another elbow and though my wife is maintaining the hold, she’s backing up. Then Cindy takes advantage of Linda’s loose grip and turns, driving an elbow deep into my wife’s stomach and forcing an “OUGH!!” from Linda as she folds over.
“You stupid bitch!” Cindy says… she’s such a sweet girl; what have I brought her into? She grabs my wife by her right ear like a parent leading a bratty child and yanks her down on the floor. Cindy is all of 5’3” and she steps on Linda’s pussy and Linda let’s out an “AUGH!!”
“This is what he wants, you dumb ass bitch!” Cindy shouts, “But you won’t give it to him!”
Cindy mounts Linda, but Linda puts her arms around Cindy’s shoulders and waist and turns her; Cindy hits her head against our wooden dresser and Linda gets on top of her. Linda twists Cindy’s nipples and Cindy lets out an “AHHHH!!” gritting her teeth and sitting up, only to be flattened back down with a palm strike to her button nose. There isn’t that much room on the floor between the bed and the dresser and Linda’s weight in on Cindy and Cindy can’t buck Linda off of her as Linda turns Cindy on her side, interlocks her fingers on the side of Cindy’s neck facing the floor and pulls up. Cindy bends her left arm and grabs a handful of Linda’s hair, but that’s not really helping her. Linda lets go of the submission hold and starts sending punches into the blonde’s silky soft belly, forcing out an “OUGH!”… it really only took two to put Cindy into a coughing fit, but Linda hits her with four. Linda turns Cindy over on her back and places her knee on her stomach, causing the blonde excruciating pain, grabs the back of Cindy’s head, and pull it forward.
“I give…” Cindy says, “Get the fuck off me, you crazy bitch… get off my stomach. You beat me, bitch.”
For the first time, Linda stands up and I see the confident look in her eyes as she smiles at me. And for the first time in a long time, I’m legitimately turned on by what I’ve watched. Cindy rises and when Linda looks at her, she jumps and moves towards me, still folded over and holding her stomach.
“That was kinda fun,” Linda says
“What?” Cindy says
“You want to go again?” Linda says, licking her lips
Cindy looks over my wife as Linda takes off her clothes and stands in her pure beauty.
“Sure,” Cindy says as she punches Linda hard in the stomach, forcing out an “OUGH!!! Sucker punch!” grabbing her around her waist and slamming her down on her stomach onto our bed. Cindy gets on Linda’s back, wraps her legs around my wife’s waist, and tries to put her in a sleeper, but Linda turns around and falls backwards, mashing my little blonde between the floor and her body. Cindy lets go, but as Linda tries to turn over and get a mount on her, Cindy punches around her and nails her in the stomach, forcing another “OOHHHHH!” from Linda.
“That’s your weak spot,” Cindy says
“So?” Linda says, “You’re not exactly Ms. Olympia there yourselfffffff OOOUUUGHHH!!!”
The second gut shot turned Linda over on her back as Cindy mounted her and started hammering her stomach. Linda tried to cover up, but Cindy’s punches were too fast and too deep. I heard my wife moaning and then…
“Please… not my belly… please… I give up… you beat me… not my belly. OUGH!”
Cindy hit her one more time, right on that navel.
“That’s what you get for fucking with me, bitch,” Cindy says
“Bet if you give me… five minutes to get my breath… I could beat you,” Linda says
“You’re a little up there, sweetheart,” Cindy says, “I’d run rings around you.”
I was ready to see this… I couldn’t believe it was happening right before my very eyes. I wanted them both at the same time, but not together. And then, reality hit as Linda looked at me.
“Dan, what the fuck do you think this is?” she said, “Get your stuff and go sleep on the couch; we don’t want you watching. If you didn’t like it when I was doing it with other girls, you can’t like it when I’m doing it with Cindy bitch here. This isn’t one of those fantasy stories where you get to fuck all the women like you’re James Bond or something. We’re not fighting over you; we’re fighting over each other. NOW GET OUT!”
I looked at Cindy.
“You know the whole time we were fucking,” she said, “I never knew your first name. I guess if I had looked at the syllabus… oh well. Let’s do this, Linda.”
And that’s how my affair ended and how a new one started. Sure, sometimes, they let me watch and sometimes, I actually get to sleep with Cindy, but only when Linda says I can, and that‘s usually if Cindy loses to Linda. They made fucking me the loser’s punishment. I have nothing and I have no control. Maybe one day, some strong woman will come and rescue me from them, stronger than Cindy… but, that’ll just be another fantasy, won’t it?
