Italian mixed arm wrestling.
From Bettino e-mail: wrestlingloverit@yahoo.com
Bettino report that Italian upper class women are stronger than their (un)lucky  men.


In a warm night of august I and my wife Monica sat in the patio of 
our villa with my friend Rodolfo and his wife Gina. Both the women 
wore sleeveless dresses, so it was possible to see their arms. Gina 
displayed a pair of biceps would have made proud a docker : she is 
indeed a stokily built brunette, 5.7 tall and weighting at least 160 
pound. My wife is a tall woman, about 6 feet and, although she 
appear slender, she is almost as heavy al Gina. Her arms look very 
feminine but, when she playfully flexes, they display all their 
strength. When she was young,  she practised a lot of sport, from 
volleyball to heptathlon, and she is one of the strongest person (men 
included) whom I have ever meet, perhaps the stronger of her 
weight.
I don't remember which of the women began to tease the other but 
they decided to test their strength in a arm-wrestling match, in order 
to decide who was the stronger. They are close friends, but both are 
very competitive und willing to be always  the first: this proceeds 
probably from the fact that both were competitive athletes ( Gina 
was swimmer and after Capitan of a  swimming-polo team).
I was sure that Monica would be the winner, because she never loss 
one time at arm- wrestling, even with men, at least when I was 
present, and I proposed a penalty for the loser: she should take away 
the dress and remain in panties for the rest of the night. I dreamed to 
see the huge and hard tits of Gina and her brown nipples. With my 
surprise, both agreed: both were sure to win.
They sat at the table, grabbed each other the right hand of the 
opponent, and began the match. Gina was really strong, probably 
stronger than me or than his husband, but not strong enough for 
Monica. Monica played as a cat with the mouse: she allowed Gina to 
have an advantage. Gina twinkled to Rodolfo, smiling, but Monica 
began to press and they were again in the position of the beginning. 
Gina tried to push harder, to twist the wrist of my wife, but all was 
useless. Then Monica began to push hard, and the hand of her 
opponent hit the table with a "bang". Monica smiled, and poor Gina, 
red for the effort and for shame, removed her dress and exposed her 
big and solid tits. 
Rodolfo protested with me:  "Why you can enjoy the sight the tits of 
my wife, and I can't do the same with Monica's breast?"
I answered smoothly: "If you want to see the tits of Monica, you 
have only to challenge her and to beat her at arm-wrestling. But, if 
you lose, you should remain in shorts ..."
Monica interrupted me: "no, if he loses, he will have to lėkiss my foot."
Rodolfo is the kind of man who never accept to lose. He is president of a 
company, and he want always to be the boss. By the way, he is a very 
handsome man, 5.11 tall, in good shape.
He hesitated, but Gina urged him to compete: "You have to save the honour 
of your wife! A real man as you you don't have to panic against a woman. 
Show her your superior male streght!" 
Monica and I suspected that she wanted just embarrass his man, hoping 
his defeat and humiliation. Therefore. he was compelled to accept and 
sat at the table. I was quite sure that Monica would be the winner, 
but her victory was very easy, much easier than with Gina: after few 
second, his hand was pinned. He got red like a boy beaten by a girl. 
Monica smiled gently.
Gina screamed, taking joke of his man: "Oh, my hero, what a disappointment, 
you can't defend me even against a woman! I had always thought, that you 
were a real, strong man, not a wimpy!"
All four laughed. 
Monica didn't want that he kissed her foot for real and allowed Gina 
to wear her dress again. But her arm wrestling career, and her career 
as man beater,  was not at the end, as I could narrate you another time...
Bettino, Italy.