My Wife the Firefighter

True Story
 
Part 1
My wife Carla is employed as a firefighter, her primary duty is putting
out large forest fires in the western states. To describe her she is one
awesome physical specimen. 5'7'' 150 pounds of solid muscle. Pound for
pound she is stronger than most of her male colleagues. During boot camp
she passed all her physical fitness exams with flying colors, hose
carrying, ladder hoisting, etc. Gymnastics in her youth gave her a solid
muscle base and power lifting in college gave her impressive upper body
strength. Carla can bench press 220 pounds and has 13.5" Popeye biceps,
not overly bulky but peaked just right. To increase her stamina Carla
took up boxing. During spars and I sparred with her a few times Carla had
the strength but not the speed or technique. After some professional
coaching Carla quickly overcame her deficiencies and became one
formidable fighter. She packs quite a wallop. Once a year firefighters
have an athletic contest. This particular year Carla was challenged by
another female firefighter to a boxing match. My wife accepted and it was
no contest...Carla mopped up the floor with this lady and KO'd her in the
third round with a powerful right jab. After the fight my wife was
supercharged up, the crowd cheered her wildly when she flexed her biceps.
 
Part II
Carla's boxing exploits made the local newspapers and in the aftermath of
her crushing victory no women came forward to challenge my wife again.
She was itching to fight again and I recommended in a joking sort of way
she box a man. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and she said it was
a great idea. Instantaneously and to my astonishment she suggested me. I
burst out laughing and said no way sweetheart, I will do some light
sparring with you but that is the limit. I love you too much and anyway
somebody is likely to get hurt and it will probably be me. Not knowing it
then how prophetic my statement
turned out to be. Carla used her feminine charm to wear me down. I
finally agreed to a match albeit brief with certain limitations placed on
me. She had no restrictions. Two weeks later her boxing gym gave us
access to a small training room. The owner set up a ring and served as
referee and time keeper. It was just the three of us early one Saturday
morning. When I arrived at the gym that morning Carla was upset at some
other unrelated event. I was getting qualms and suggested we call it off,
she became angry and called me a few names. I reluctantly agreed and
entered the ring. She was determined to fight
this fight and I could sense she wanted to beat me to a pulp. I must
admit Carla looked great in her boxing clothes. She was in peak form,
muscle upon muscle. On a lighter note my wife has small breasts but large
and firm nipples. Her nipples were protruding through her tank top and
served as a mild distraction. She put on her chest protector removing the
distraction and we were ready. I had one advantage, my wife has a short
reach, my strategy...just don't go toe to toe with her I said to myself.
I didn't listen.
 
Part III
Early rounds: We just felt each other out, no hard punching. When I
punched I aimed for her arms and shoulders as previously agreed. She
tried a few head shots but missed and caught me a few times in my center,
no damage done. But I had a feeling she was a coiled up snake ready to
strike.
Middle rounds: Feeling bolder I decided to mix it up more with my wife. I
got to close in the third round and she pummeled with a hard punch right
in my gut. This knocked me off stride and she came right after me with
more hard body blows. I was gasping for breath, it was the turning point
of the fight. Her punching power was awesome and between rounds I began
spitting up some blood.
Late rounds: She continued with her body punching, I blocked most but she
began connecting more and more as time wore on. Sensing victory she was
super aggressive, another powerful left jab to my stomach finished me. I
keeled over and she caught
me with a right uppercut to my chin and I went down. I got up in less
than ten seconds and mercifully the round ended. Sitting there between
rounds I was dizzy and in great pain, don't give up just one more round I
thought. But my breathing was shallow and my pulse rate was super high so
I threw in the towel. My wife responded to her victory in a very cool
fashion. She walked up to me, kissed me and then she flexed her bicep
right in my face. "See that honey that's feminine power".
 
Walloped Husband