If interested, here's the link to the first 11 parts, although most of these are stand-alone stories-
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=74723.msg541366#msg541366https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=89401.msg617096#msg617096https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90396.0https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90562.0https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90563.0https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90788.0https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90791.0https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=91204.0https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=91707.0https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=92037.0The Andrea Chronicles: Chapter 12 Play Wrestling for Husbands
by
Karl Butters
This is a sort of a hybrid story, written both for and with my wife Andrea, but the original idea came from my buddy Shannon. I spent time overseas and Shannon and I would keep in touch through e-mail. We created several stories during this time, and this is one of them. I merged the original story with one my wife and I created. It will probably be obvious which parts are mine and Andrea’s ideas and which parts are Shannon’s. My wife does not like Shannon and thinks he’s a bad influence on me (she’s probably right). Andrea has never heard this version of the story and probably never will. “Have you asked Andrea yet?” Shannon asked.
“No,” I replied, “Not yet.”
“Well? What’re you waiting for?
“I don’t know. I just don’t think she’ll go for it.”
“Why not? You said she enjoys wrestling and she’s pretty good at it. I bet she’d love wrestling Jordan.”
“It’s not wrestling Jordan that she will mind. She likes Jordan.” Jordan was cute and had never wrestled before, so Andrea would probably have fun with her. “I just don’t think she’ll go along with your stipulation.”
“You never know till you ask.”
Shannon wanted to stipulate that the loser had to spend the night with the winning girl and her husband. I was fine with it, especially since I was confident Andrea would win. Shannon was fine with it; he loved the thought of his wife in a threesome even if it didn’t involve him. Jordan, being bisexual with a definite kinky side, was also find with it. The problem was Andrea. Even though she had hinted at being curious about threesomes, she could not stand Shannon.
“Just ask, OK?” Shannon pleaded.
“OK, but I know what she’ll say.”
That evening I asked, and she flat out said no. She knew she could probably beat Jordan but didn’t want to risk losing and having to spend the night with Shannon. In fact, the very idea of wrestling in front of Shannon, knowing he was being turned on, was enough to make her say no. I told Shannon, knowing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
The next day, Jordan came by our house and paid Andrea a visit. After a few minutes of small talk, Jordan got to the point.
“Why won’t you wrestle me? Don’t you like me?” Jordan asked sexily. Andrea was caught off guard. She wasn’t used to chicks blatantly hitting on her and Jordan was being flirtatious. The sandy-haired blonde moved in close and caressed Andrea’s cheek with her fingertips.
“Well, uh, I don’t… I mean I do…I mean,” Andrea stammered awkwardly.
“I think it would be a lot of fun, wrestling for our men. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“I wouldn’t even mind it if you beat me.” Then she leaned in close and whispered in Andrea’s ear, “I loved that time you spanked my ass.” One evening Andrea and I were at Shannon and Jordan’s house. Jordan bent over to pick up something and Andrea playfully, but forcefully, slapped her on the ass. I missed it but Shannon told me about it later. In fact, he has mentioned it countless times.
“It could be fun,” Andrea said, hesitantly.
“Unless you’re afraid I’ll win.” Jordan knew my wife was very competitive. Although Jordan was 2 inches taller and 10 lbs. heavier, she had a soft body made more for loving than fighting. Plus, she had been in only one fight and had lost badly (see A Hotel Battle).
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=12498.msg72262#msg72262 “I’m not afraid,” Andrea said, meeting Jordan’s challenge, “You pick the time and place.”
In truth, after the beating she had received at the hands of Lori, Andrea was hungry for a wrestling match against an opponent she could beat. A match against an inexperienced opponent in a safe, friendly environment was just what her battered confidence needed.
Jordan excitedly picked the upcoming Friday evening. We rented a cabin on the lake. It was private, neutral, and the winning couple (and losing wife) would get the use of the place for the night.
We all arrived at about the same time. Shannon had brought pizza, but truthfully, none of us were in the mood to eat. After nibbling on the food and making a little small talk, I told the girls to get ready, while Shannon and I set up the living room. We slid all the furniture to the wall, so the girls would have plenty of room to maneuver. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the girls came out wearing robes.
“OK, Jordan, you go first,” I said. I couldn’t wait to see what she was wearing. Jordan had a beautiful face, with big brown eyes and soft, pouty lips, but I wanted to see more of her shapely body. She dropped the robe and I was not disappointed. Like Andrea, she was no hard body, but she had full breasts, a flat waist, and shapely hips and ass. She wore a crimson-colored bra and panties and white stockings that made her naturally tanned thighs appear even darker.
Next, it was Andrea’s turn. She flashed me an irritated look as she dropped the robe. Before we left, I peeked in her bag to see what she was planning to wear. To my disappointment, she had packed a conservative bra and panties that covered too much skin for my taste. I replaced them with a sexy purple bra and g-string combination. As she stood before me, I realized I had made an excellent decision. The bra pushed up her ample breasts, while the g-string emphasized the plumpness of her round, bubble butt. She wore dark stockings, which contrasted nicely with her milky thighs.
“Well, since we’ve never done this before, Karl, why don’t you go over the rules,” Shannon said.
“The rules are pretty simple,” I said like an expert, “No slapping, punching, clawing, or biting. Let’s keep this civilized. The match will be 3 out of 5, pinfalls only. After a girl is pinned, they have to remove an article of clothing.” Shannon’s eyes lit up at the prospect of the girls removing clothing.
“Sounds good to me,” he said.
We backed up and let the girls face off in the center. I’d felt confident going into the match, but seeing them face to face, I was not as confident. Shannon’s wife was 2 inches taller and about 15 lbs. heavier. I was hoping my wife’s experience would give her the deciding advantage, as I really wanted to be part of the trio that stayed the night. Fortunately, Jordan was obviously nervous and unsure of what to do, enabling Andrea to quickly take the offensive. My wife wrestled Jordan to the ground and applied a series of holds on her, before wrapping her strong legs around Jordan’s waist. While Jordan was bigger and possibly stronger, Andrea was too skilled, and battle seasoned for her.
I looked over at Shannon and he seemed to be excited by the sight of his woman struggling and gasping for air, as Andrea’s python like legs squeezed the air from Jordan.
Andrea released her hold and then slid onto Jordan’s back. She grabbed Jordan’s ankles and pulled her legs painfully backward. Andrea used several more holds, each one more excruciating than the last before she finally pinned the sandy-haired blonde.
My wife jumped up and bounced into my arms. As I held her, I looked over at Jordan being helped up by Shannon. She looked dumbfounded. I don’t think she expected Andrea to be so skilled.
“Great job,” I said while patting her on her ass. As I watched Shannon remove the bra from his wife’s impressive chest, I couldn’t help thinking of what Andrea and I would do to Jordan’s lovely body later that night. Just 2 more pins to go and bye-bye Shannon.
After a short pep talk from her husband, Jordan was ready for the next round. She was over being nervous and this time she was ready for Andrea. The two locked up and, to my surprise, Jordan drove Andrea backward and slammed her on her back. Andrea gasped loudly, as she landed on the hard floor. Jordan grabbed Andrea’s wrists and pinned them to the floor. Everything happened so quickly, neither Shannon nor I had realized that Andrea’s shoulders were pinned to the floor for several seconds. By the time Shannon started counting, Andrea had broken free and had rolled over onto her stomach. Jordan was still on top, though, and Andrea had trouble getting the bigger girl off her.
My wife’s plump, juicy ass was facing Shannon, as she wiggled and squirmed under his wife’s body. I suppose he couldn’t help himself, as he reached down and pinched one of her butt cheeks. Andrea squealed, appalled that Shannon would take advantage of her, while Jordan had her trapped on the floor. It did give her the extra motivation she needed, and she began thrashing about wildly and was able to buck Jordan off.
For the next 10 minutes, Andrea used every move and hold she could think of to counter Jordan’s strength. Finally, with Jordan too exhausted to kick out, Andrea was able to cover her for a 3 count.
Both women had to be helped to their feet this time, too tired to stand up on their own. This time, we had to give them several minutes to rest before we started the next round. I entertained myself by staring at Jordan’s breasts that were heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. I could not wait to get my hands on them. Shannon removed her panties, revealing her freshly shaved snatch. It would be mine tonight.
Finally, they were ready to resume the match and moved back to the center of the room. Despite being down 2-0, Jordan still seemed to be in good spirits and, like Andrea, seemed to be enjoying herself. The two locked up and this time Andrea did not underestimate Jordan’s strength. She wrapped an ankle around Jordan’s left calf and tripped her up. As Jordan fell, she pulled Andrea down with her. The two grappled on the floor, with Andrea in control most of the time. Jordan, though smiling and giggling, was also getting frustrated. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t figure out how to avoid Andrea’s holds, while getting Andrea in one of her own.
The highlight was when Andrea sat on her back, grabbed her calves, and pulled her back in a Boston Crab. Seeing my wife lock the painful hold on the bigger woman was a sexy sight to behold. For the first time, Jordan did not look like she was enjoying herself, as her naked body, was cruelly bent backward.
While I enjoyed the sight of his wife’s stark-naked body on display before me, Shannon didn’t. He looked a little disappointed, maybe even embarrassed, that his wife was being easily beaten by his best friend’s smaller wife.
Andrea flipped her over, sat on top of Jordan, and tried to slide up in a schoolgirl pin. I anxiously prepared to count to 3, but Jordan was being stubborn and kept resisting.
“It’s over, Jordan,” Andrea said, “Now lie still so I can pin you.”
“Not yet,” she replied, “I’m still having fun.”
My wife, taking the opportunity to catch her breath, sat back with her hands on her hips. She looked so sexy, seated in a dominant position on Jordan’s nude, tanned body.
“You can’t beat me. You know it’s just a matter of time before I get the last pin.”
“Has anyone told you how cute you look when you get cocky?” Then she reached up and squeezed Andrea’s tits.
“Quit that,” Andrea said, as she tried to cover up her precious melons.
“Quit what?” Jordan replied innocently, as she slid her fingers underneath Andrea’s bra and flipped it up, exposing my wife’s tits. While Andrea attempted to put her bra back in place, Jordan grabbed two handfuls of breasts and squeezed them. Andrea, trying to wrestle Jordan’s hands away, fell on her back. As she tried to fend off Jordan’s hands, Shannon counted for a pin. I didn’t think Andrea’s shoulders were ever down for 3 continuous seconds, but I was too excited to argue. Besides, Andrea was still up 2-1.
Andrea stood up, kind of mad. She was starting to put her bra back on when I stopped her.
“You might as well leave it off,” I said, “It’s either the bra or the thong.” She shot me an angry look, then removed it and tossed it aside.
“Don’t be mad,” Jordan said, as she walked over to Andrea, “It’s all for fun.”
Andrea shrugged her shoulders, but I could tell she was still a little irritated at how Jordan scored her pin.
“One more pin,” I whispered and then kissed her on the forehead.
The two locked up again, but this time Jordan let Andrea take her to the floor. The sandy-haired blonde had a new strategy that she quickly revealed. Going after Andrea’s bare tits, she began squeezing, fondling, and pinching the plump mounds.
“No…stop it…that’s…not fair,” Andrea whined. My wife has very sensitive breasts and her flushed cheeks showed both her embarrassment and arousal.
“It’s not against the rules,” Jordan replied, “Isn’t that right Karl?”
“That’s true,” I said.
Jordan was having a lot of fun making my wife squeal as she tried to evade Jordan’s attacks. Normally, I would enjoy hearing my wife squeal while her breasts were being molested by another woman, but now I was anxious for Andrea to win so we could receive Jordan’s shapely body as a prize.
It was hard for Andrea to concentrate while protecting her breasts, but she was finally able to trap Jordan in a side headlock, as they both lay chests down on the floor. Jordan kept pawing at Andrea’s chest, but from that angle, she couldn’t get a good grip. Andrea had the hold locked in good because Jordan’s pretty face started turning red. I knew submissions did not count, but if Andrea could weaken her enough, she could flip her over for the final pin.
Suddenly, I noticed Andrea’s facing turn a little red and I noticed her cute butt squirming.
“Don’t…stop that,” Andrea whimpered. Whatever Jordan was doing was causing Andrea some distress. I looked at Shannon, but he didn’t know what was happening either. Finally, Andrea’s squirming butt raised enough that I saw what was causing her to wiggle and whimper so sexily. Jordan had slipped her fingers under the sides of Andrea’s thongs and had penetrated her pussy.
Andrea released her headlock and tried to escape, but Jordan wrapped her free arm around her waist, while she continued her infiltration of Andrea’s delicate womanhood. My wife’s face turned red, both from the exertion of trying to escape Jordan’s hold and from the embarrassment of having her most special of places used against her in front of her husband and his friend. Unfortunately for her, the more she struggled the easier it was for Jordan to penetrate even deeper.
“Oooohhh…ooowwww!” Andrea screamed suddenly. Later she would tell me that Jordan had found her clit and pinched it. Andrea continued to scream out, while Jordan laughed. After a few more seconds of torturing my wife’s sweet vagina, Jordan withdrew her fingers, which I couldn’t help noticing were dripping wet. She flipped Andrea over on to her back and went for the pin. Andrea was too concerned with her tender pussy to kick out and the match was now tied 2-2.
Jordan hopped off my wife victoriously. She seemed to be having fun when she was losing. Now that she was winning, she was really having fun.
Andrea was not having as much fun. I helped her up and I noticed her confidence was gone. I tried to give her a pep talk, but it was hard to concentrate while she had one hand massaging her chests and another between her creamy thighs massaging her pussy.
“She’s not fighting fair,” she pouted, “She shouldn’t be allowed to grab me like that.”
I wanted to tell her that if she lost, both she and Shannon would be grabbing her in a lot of places, all night long. She was already in enough distress, without being reminded about what was at stake. If she even thought there was a chance she would lose, she never would have agreed to the stipulation. She detested Shannon and, if it wasn’t for her friendship with Jordan, would probably forbid me from hanging out with him.
“It’s your job to stop her from grabbing you. Now one more pin is all you need. You can do it,” I said as I slid her silky G-string down her thighs. I patted her bare rump as she reluctantly turned to face Jordan.
Jordan eagerly resumed her assault on Andrea’s body. Without even the scant material of her G-string to protect her, Andrea’s shapely body was vulnerable and open for attack. Andrea was still the better wrestler and could have still easily won the match, but Jordan had gotten in her head. She was so weary of Jordan’s molesting hands that she couldn’t plan an offensive strategy. The tanned blonde used her strength advantage to have her way with my wife. She tossed Andrea on to the floor and then took turns mauling Andrea’s breasts and violating her pussy. Andrea tried to crawl away, but Jordan followed her around the room, slapping her ass.
I was feeling so many contrasting emotions. Watching Jordan use Andrea as a plaything was very hot and erotic. Still, I could sense victory slipping away and was afraid I was going to have to go home alone.
Desperately, Andrea grabbed Jordan’s legs and toppled her over. Unfortunately, my wife soon found her head wedge between Jordan’s tanned thighs.
With Andrea trapped between her legs, Jordan playfully slapped her hands hard on my wife’s breasts. She kneaded and twisted the soft, ripe swells, and pinched the hard, little nipples.
My wife kicked her legs helplessly, unable to break free. Andrea’s desperate thrashing soon eased to sexy squirming as she was quickly tiring from the struggle. Jordan released the hold and sat up. For the next 10 minutes, Jordan did everything and anything she wanted to Andrea with minimal resistance. She even repaid the favor from earlier and put my wife in a Boston Crab. While seeing my wife’s sensuous body bent backward in a C shape was sexy, Jordan made it sexier when she dropped one leg and turned into a single leg Boston Crab. She took a finger from her free hand and slid it along the tight opening between Andrea’s legs.
Then she jammed two fingers inside causing my wife to let out a squeal. My wife slapped at the floor and tried to break free, but her sandy-haired conqueror had the hold locked in.
After a few minutes, my wife quit struggling. Jordan released her hold and sat down on the small of Andrea’s back. This enabled her to penetrate deeper into the warm, soft depths of Andrea’s center. Jordan had been with women before and she was an expert with her fingers. Soon I noticed a faint moan escape my wife’s lips. Andrea had both a pained and mortified expression on her face as her body betrayed her. Try as she might to control it, Jordan was arousing her. Soon another moan came out, followed by another and another. As the tanned beauty worked her pussy, Andrea began moaning louder and faster. I recognized her cute whimpering and short, sharp gasps and knew what was coming next. Andrea was about to orgasm, when suddenly, and cruelly, Jordan stopped. She flipped my wife over onto her back and sat on her face. Then she leaned forward and grabbed Andrea’s legs and pulled them back until my wife’s feet were beside her head and her cute ass was sticking upward. Jordan looked at us and smiled victoriously.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jordan asked. “Are one of you going to count?”
Shannon and I were too busy staring at the sight of Jordan’s ass on Andrea’s pretty face and my wife’s lovely tooshie upraised and presenting a view of the damp cleft between her legs, to realize Andrea was being pinned. It didn’t matter, Jordan could’ve maintained the pin for an hour. My adorable wife was aroused, dazed, and sapped of her strength. After I counted to 3, Jordan got up and stood over her defeated opponent.
“I hope you’re not too tired because we have a long night ahead of us,” Jordan said. With one hand she grabbed Andrea’s left arm and with the other, she snatched a handful of strawberry blonde hair and pulled her to her feet. She walked Andrea over to Shannon and dropped her in his lap. “Here’s our prize, honey,” she said as she kissed Shannon. My wife looked up at Shannon with a look of loathing.
“No way, I can’t do this,” Andrea said as she stood up, “I change my mind.” Before she could get away, Shannon grabbed her and threw her over his knees, and began spanking her. He didn’t spank her very hard, he just wanted to get a message across. Besides, Andrea has one of those asses people love to spank.
“Don’t make me get rough,” Shannon said, “Now a deal is a deal.”
He helped her up and she sat in his lap. Shannon is a big guy, at least 6’5 and 280 lbs. Andrea looked so small and helpless in his lap. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. I knew Shannon would never hurt her, but she didn’t know him as well as I did. He pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. She didn’t resist. Then Jordan kissed her on the lips. When she tried to slip her tongue in, Andrea resisted, so Jordan pinched and twisted a nipple. Andrea squealed in pain, quickly getting the message. Jordan jammed her tongue in and began caressing Andrea’s tongue.
I watched them play with my wife for several more minutes until I felt like I was about to explode in my pants. It didn’t feel right, leaving Andrea like that, but since I wasn’t getting any that night, I needed to retreat to the privacy of my own home to deal with things manually.
I was very envious of Shannon and Jordan that night. I’d had a lot of fun with Andrea over the years and knew they would too. In a way, it was only fair. While my main fetish is watching girls fight, Shannon’s main fetish is having a threesome.
The next morning, I arrived back at the cabin to pick Andrea up. Before I went in, I peeked into the window and saw that they were having breakfast. While Shannon and Jordan were sitting at the table eating, Andrea was kneeling between them, buck-naked. Occasionally, Shannon or Jordan would hand feed Andrea a piece of bacon from their hand. It was strangely arousing seeing the couple treat my wife like a pet.
After a few minutes, I decided to go inside and liberate my sexy little kitten. When I walked into the cabin, Andrea gave me a look of relief, then she looked up at Shannon like she was waiting for permission to leave.
“I guess that’s your ride,” Jordan said with a hint of regret. Andrea took that as her consent to leave and stood to join me. “Are you not going to kiss us goodbye?”
Reluctantly, Andrea leaned over to kiss Jordan on the cheek, but the sandy-haired dominatrix was having none of that. She grabbed Andrea’s chin and forced her to kiss her on the mouth. Then Shannon took her and kissed her, jamming his tongue down her throat. As the couple kissed Andrea, they also gave her breasts and ass a few squeezes.
After they finished molesting my wife one last time, they let her go. Andrea didn’t bother putting on any clothes, she just grabbed her bag and headed to the door. I noticed she was walking funny like her ass was sore. Andrea was very sensitive and protective of her butt and has always thwarted every attempt I have made at anal sex. Watching her walkout, I had an inclination that her ass was no longer a virgin.
