Becky Fights Prologue: Shortly after we were married, Becky became aware of my love of women wrestling. We were wrestling playfully and she commented on how aroused I had become. I quipped that she always aroused me, but our wrestling certainly added to it and the thought of her wrestling another girl while I watched would be the ultimate turn-on. This bit of honesty did not end well as she looked at me as if I'd grown horns and a devil's tail and declared in no uncertain terms that that would never happen. However, over time she accepted my passion of women wrestling and would indulge me occasionally by donning a sexy outfit, normally a skimpy bikini, and telling me a story about wrestling a friend or acquaintance. Invariably, her stories ended with her being defeated by her opponent at which point we would move on to more mutually enjoyable activities. It didn't take too many of these stories to notice that if it ended with her submitting to a particularly brutal hold or being tied up and helpless, her nipples were diamond-hard and her energy level during our lovemaking was more intense. Unfortunately, being a "good" Southern girl made her feel guilty about these feelings to the point that her stories became reserved for just "special" occasions such as my birthday. Fortunately though, over the years she has concocted many memorable stories and has even participated in a few actual events that I have had the opportunity to watch. 1. Mud Wrestling For Charity When my Brigade was ordered to deploy to the Middle East, the Post's Morale Welfare and Recreation (MWR) group organized a going way event on the parade grounds that included various bands, equipment displays, parachutists, and some carnival rides for the children. To me the highlight of the festivities involved mudwrestling women to close out day's events. The participants were paid "professionals" similar to the local wrestling matches that occasionally performed at the city's civic center, but the MWR had recruited some of the soldiers' wives/girlfriends to wrestle also to give it some "local" flavor. The "pro" wrestlers held their matches first and put on quite a display and helped set the tone for the amateur matches to come. It was about 2100 hours, the beer had been flowing liberally, and the MWR Mistress of Ceremonies had one last trick up her sleeve to bring in more money. As she introduced the four "local" women (one of whom was my wife), she announced that two of them would be wrestling for the Army Emergency Fund (AEF) and the other two would be wrestling for the Wounded Warrior Project (WWP). As each woman and her charity was announced, MWR ushers took "donations" for that wrestler with the proceeds from each match going to the winner's charity. The first match was fairly uninspiring in both the outfits worn by the wrestlers and the energy they put into their match. Both women wore jeans and a tee shirt and after just a little rolling around the skinny one was pinned by her opponent laying across her chest. The AEF profited from that match. Finally! Becky and her opponent stepped into the arena, a 12x12 rectangular pit with about 8 inches of gooey, black mud on the bottom. My wife had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, a white sports bra that showed a little cleavage, and a pair of red denim short-shorts. Her opponent, Sandra, had short blond hair and wore a blue one-piece Speedo swimsuit. Both women looked fit and appeared to be fairly evenly matched in height and weight; Becky being a few pounds heavier and Sandra being slightly taller. The match began with both of them on their knees pushing and pulling on each other's arms as they slid around in the mud. Sandra went down face-first into the mud when Becky stopped pushing against her and slipped to the side. Becky mounted her back before she could get up and bounced on her butt a couple of times as Sandra struggled to get back up on her knees. She finally succeeded, but Becky was still behind her and she grabbed Sandra around the waist in a sort of bearhug. The women were displaying a lot of intensity and were being cheered on by an increasingly vocal crowd of spectators. The match took a turn for the worse for my wife when Sandra was able to lock onto Becky's neck and flip her over her shoulder to splash full length into the mud. Now it was Becky's turn to be mounted as Sandra straddled my wife's stomach. As they say, payback is the dickens, as Sandra bounced up and down on Becky's stomach just as she had on Sandra's butt. The clincher came when Becky's right leg came up at the end of a bounce and Sandra caught it. Sandra held onto it just below the knee and leaned so far forward that their breasts were touching and Becky's foot was just above her head. Becky bridged with her left foot trying to relieve some of the pressure which raised her pelvis completely out of the mud, but the effort was useless. Sandra had locked her left hand behind Becky's neck to steady herself and began bouncing ever more forcefully against Becky's torso and chest. Finally, Becky tapped urgently on Sandra's shoulder to signal her surrender. The place went wild with this turn of events as even the "pros" hadn't put on such a convincing display. I noticed that as both wrestlers rose and shook hands, that both sets of nipples were prominently on display (I guess it was just a cold night in June.). The AEF wrestler prevailed again which pissed Becky off as she really wanted to win for the WWP as its one of the charities she really believes in. After the women got cleaned up, I met Sandra as she was leaving with her boyfriend and found out that she was with the MP battalion that was deploying with us. When I told Becky about Sandra's background, she used that as an excuse for her defeat and later explained to me how things would have been different if the match had been "fair". 2. Party Fun An old Army buddy invited us to come over and celebrate his recent promotion. He had a nice place in the country situated on 15 acres of pasture land "at the end of the gravel road". The house was a big two-storied affair with a very large patio and pool. When we pulled up, there were cars and trucks parked everywhere, country music blaring from the patio speakers, and smoke billowing up from the BBQ grill. All told, I guess there were about 20 couples on hand (with a smattering of children) who seemed to split their time between playing in the pool, eating, and drinking. We were still a pretty young crowd, mid-to-late twenties, and it was inevitable that between the beer and the bikinis one thing would lead to another. These things always seem to start the same way when there's water and women. A few husbands cajoled their wives into getting on their shoulders and jousting with another couple in the pool. We weren't in the first few rounds as Becky complained that she had never done it before, but after seeing that it looked easy and that everyone was enjoying the fun, she agreed to give it a go. As we got into the pool, she dipped backwards into the water which resulted in two interesting effects as she rose out of the water; she smoothed her hair straight back from her forehead and temples which seemed to highlight her cheekbones and beautiful green eyes and it caused her white bikini top to become somewhat translucent, expose a little more cleavage, and otherwise cling provocatively to her boobs. Some of the men at pool side murmured approval and a few brave souls even clapped oblivious of the looks that their own wives shot at them. If Becky wasn't the prettiest girl there, she was exceedingly close. I was in heaven as Becky climbed onto my shoulders and clamped those tanned, toned thighs around my neck. Our first encounter against a rather mousy woman and her husband didn't go as I expected. We had barely locked up when Minnie easily dislodged Becky sending her ass over backwards into the pool. Becky came up flailing amidst scattered laughter from the spectators (mostly the women) and gave me an evil look daring me to explain what happened. It was simple I told her; she hadn't established her "seat" properly. Being a horsewoman from a very tender age, she immediately understood what I was saying and when she climbed up on my shoulders again she clamped her thighs so tightly around my neck that I had to tap her leg to tell her to loosen up enough so the blood could get to my brain. We beat Minnie the next two times and they climbed out as another couple challenged us. When Kathy and Dave entered the pool, I could sense that things were about to get more interesting. Kathy was almost as striking a beauty as Becky, but her blue string bikini was much more revealing in both bow and stern and she seemed to have an intensity about her that demanded everyone's attention. She mounted her husband's shoulders, but just as we were about to lock up she hollered, "Wait, wait there's something wrong here!" I stopped within reach as she looked down at her husband's upturned face and loudly asked, "Aren't you supposed to be facing the other direction?" Everyone busted up laughing and that's when Kathy sprung her trap. While Becky was distracted, Kathy grabbed her left wrist with one hand and buried her other hand in Becky's hair trying to pull her forward off of me. Her ploy probably would have worked if she'd tried to push Becky backwards or to the side as we were both totally unprepared for this attack. As it was, I stepped forward to try to regain our balance just as Becky was bringing up her right hand to come to grips with Kathy. My added momentum caused Becky's hand to slide off the inside of Kathy's arm and the heel of hand caught Kathy right under her chin. Kathy was catapulted from her husband's shoulders and turned a complete half flip before belly-busting into the water. She came up sputtering, but unhurt (physically) as we apologized for what had happened. Dave good-naturedly accepted our apology as he lead Kathy from the pool and we left too as other couples took our place. The crowd thinned perceptibly as afternoon turned into evening and the couples with children went home. This was very good as the party turned a little more macho. Troopers being troopers, it wasn't long until basketball gave way to more competitive pursuits. It wasn't long before an arm wrestling contest was in full swing among the men. I was eliminated in the third round and Dave, my old buddy from the pool, won the championship. Naturally, someone suggested that the women have a go too. Four wives including Becky accepted and names were drawn to select the first combatants. As fate would have it, the first pair was Becky versus Minnie that I knew was going to be a slaughter. Becky has impressive arms and shoulders for a woman and she's often asked if she plays tennis or works out by many people when they first meet her. As I expected, Becky defeated Minnie and her next opponent easily. Becky's last challenger was Kathy who gave Becky a very determined look as they locked up. I don't know whether it was because Becky was getting tired from the previous matches or that Kathy was stronger than she looked, but Becky had to struggle quite a bit before overcoming Kathy and smashing her wrist hard onto the table. Becky was the champion, but Kathy was so pissed at losing to Becky twice that she couldn't let it go. She challenged Becky to a real wrestling match to settle who was the better woman. While Becky was reluctant to accept Kathy's challenge, all of us slightly inebriated and slightly aroused men encouraged her to accept. Giving me a "What have I gotten myself into?" look, Becky finally accepted. Some blankets and towels were spread out on the grass to provide some padding and covered with an 8x8 plastic tarp to form the wrestling mat. It was to be one-fall, a 10-count pin, or submission with no slapping, punching or kicking allowed. The women would start out and stay on their knees throughout the match. Dave announced the rules and I somehow got the feeling that he'd done this before. Becky and Kathy knelt down in the center of the mat waited for the signal to start. I'll have to say that looking at both of them kneeling there with their hands on their hips made me glad I had a towel wrapped around my waist. Dave made a chopping motion with his hand and shouted, "Fight!" Kathy immediately launched herself directly at Becky, grabbed two handfuls of hair, and began shaking my wife's head from side to side. (Now I know why nothing had been said about hair-pulling!) Becky gamely stayed upright on her knees and pried Kathy's hands from her hair. Becky wrenched Kathy's arms above their heads and forced Kathy back onto the mat leaving her in a very awkward position as her legs were still folded under her. Seizing the opportunity, Becky dropped across Kathy's chest and pinned her to the mat. I wasn't totally dismayed that Dave didn't start counting immediately and was certainly giving a slow count to ten because I have to admit that I was in no hurry to see the match end so soon even if my wife was winning. As Dave approached six on the count, Kathy finally worked her legs from beneath her and with a mighty heave of her pelvis rolled Becky off the top of her. I have to admit that Kathy was surprisingly quick as she jumped to her feet and dove on Becky's back driving her chest-first onto the mat. The force of the impact seemed to have momentarily knocked the breath out of both wrestlers as Kathy just lay atop an unmoving Becky. Kathy recovered first and she sat up astride Becky's lower back. This turn of events worried me because I knew that whenever I got Becky into such a position, she would stop struggling and we'd move on to other pursuits. I shouted encouragement to my wife as I saw her push herself up on her elbows and then her hands. I was puzzled when I saw that Kathy was not trying to stop her, but moved down onto her butt allowing Becky to rise even more. Just as Becky was almost fully erect, Kathy snatched Becky's left arm, pulled it back, and jammed Becky's hand up between her shoulder blades. She then grabbed Becky's hair and pulled her body back where it almost lay on top of Kathy. Kathy finished her maneuver by wrapping her legs around Becky's middle and looked quite contented when she locked her ankles together and applied the pressure. Becky let out a soft moan and tried shaking side to side to loosen Kathy's grip, but it was a futile effort. Everyone watching was mesmerized by the scene before them. Becky was bound up tight; her bikini was slightly askew, her chest was heaving as she gasped for air, and her whole body glistened with sweat. Kathy seemed to savor the moment by squeezing with her legs until Becky moaned and then easing up on the pressure. Kathy finally announced that she was ready to end Becky's torment and told Becky to surrender. When Becky refused by shaking her head and hollering, "NO!", Kathy rammed Becky's arm so high up her back that her hand was almost touching the nape of her own neck and poured every last ounce of strength into her body scissors. Becky's face contorted with pain and she withstood this brutal combination only briefly before frantically tapping on Kathy's thigh and screaming, "I give, I give, I give!" at the top of her voice. Kathy didn't immediately release the holds, but when she did, Becky collapsed onto her right side and massaged her aching left shoulder. Kathy couldn't move until me and a couple of my buddies helped her stand up. When she did stand up next to Becky, Kathy struck a victory pose and was applauded by most of the crowd. However, when Becky stepped forward independent of my support, she received a thunderous round of applause from practically the entire group. I supposed the crowd's adoration for Becky was because she had been such a fierce competitor all day, but it might have had something to do with how great she looked even in defeat; her nipples were rock-hard and unmistakably on display. To be honest Kathy's nipples were much more prominent appearing thicker and more visible in her skimpier top. (She also had a noticeable wet spot on the front of her bikini bottoms). We've been invited back numerous times to the Sergeant Major's house since then, but there was never another evening like that one. Also, we never saw Kathy and Dave again, but there are times that I wonder what would happen if we did.