THE TALE OF THE BEATEN MAN
By Beaten Man      humbled@abeatenman.com
This Time  I Tell My Story -  Part 4


The next morning I awoke to breakfast in bed. That is to say I found Lori
sitting on my groin rubbing her tits on my chest. She must have been dreaming
about last night's match and awoke as turned on as she had been the previous
night. She was all over me for at least an hour. She talked deliriously about
kicking my ass the entire time. If I had any doubts that we would be boxing
again they were quickly dissipated as I listened to her fantasize as we
screwed.

I don't want you to get the wrong impression about Lori. Her trash talk when
she was aroused was never meant as expressing a desire to hurt me. She just
found physical confrontation arousing. To her it was all about sex. I don't
think she ever thought in terms of either giving or receiving pain. Winning or
losing wasn't really important to her. What was important was the competition.
Winning was only important when the level of competition was high. Even when
Lori lost she was incredibly aroused afterwards. She was just more aroused if
she won. In all other respects she was always loving and affectionate. It may
sound strange but she fought for love and never anger.

And I won't pretend that the competition didn't turn me on either. It did.
Whether I won or lost I was always hot to trot. My problem was my own self
esteem. I didn't care how I stacked up against other people. I only cared
about how I stacked up against the woman I loved. Since the night we first
grappled in earnest my self esteem had been falling as my losses to her
increased. She wasn't making me feel inferior, I was.

That was why I was so upset about the draw. It wasn't only that I felt I had
legitimately won. Though I did, the real problem was that I thought I had lost
an opportunity to prove my own mettle to myself. It bothered me that I hadn't
been aggressive enough to press my advantage in skill. The way she had stood
up to me and improved during the match bothered me. I should have beaten her
easily and I didn't. That was what was getting to me. Ask yourself. How would
you feel if your wife got a draw in a three round boxing match with you. I
sure didn't feel like celebrating.

I shouldn't have worried. I would get another chance to prove myself sooner
than I would have believed.

We didn't wrestle again for the next few evenings. Instead we competed in arm
wrestling and other tests of strength. Though I did better in these contests
than in straight wrestling matches Lori found them more stimulating. She was
more aroused closing the gap between us in arm wrestling than she was by
trapping me in a scissors. A twenty minute contest in mercy that she lost was
more stimulating to her than getting a two minute pin in wrestling. As long as
she felt more competitive in the latest match over the previous match she was
turned on. She was improving steadily in the arm wrestling, taking two out of
three left hand matches over the next few nights. That really turned her on.
She managed to force a draw in a right handed match one evening and was as
aroused afterwards as I've ever seen her. We were constantly competing and
just as constantly screwing.

I knew it was just a question of time before she would want to box again. Each
day when I got home I would find new evidence that she was planning something
along those lines. The first thing I noticed was a couple of books on the
subject that she brought home to read. Then I found two sets of brand new
eight ounce gloves in our wrestling room and a heavy bag hanging in the
garage. Finally on Thursday I found a UPS Package with two head protectors in
the living room, and Lori in the backyard shadow boxing

That night she asked if we could box a round instead of wrestling.

I was actually happy that she did. The only reason that she'd ordered the
equipment and was even at all exited about boxing was my fault. I had allowed
her to be too competitive on Saturday. I had tried to do only enough to
outpoint her in the fear that I might hurt her if I did more. That only
assured that no matter what happened she'd want to do it again. Unless she
felt it was hopeless she would want to keep trying and close the gap.

Lori looked as happy as a child discovering Santa Claus in her living room
Christmas morning when I told her I thought it was a great idea. She threw her
arms around me and, between kisses, threatened me with wild sex afterwards. I
didn't see how it could be any wilder than last Saturday's, but with Lori you
never knew. I figured I might enjoy the sex even more if I didn't have to be
bent in half by her Boston Crab before receiving it

I was kidding myself if I thought that boxing was any more of a risk to her
than wrestling. You can get injured more ways in wrestling than in almost any
other match type competition. Especially the way we went at it. We had been
damned lucky not to have at least one of us get injured in all this time.
Boxing at home was probably safer. Set a timer for two minutes and box. At
least you have a set time limit which is reasonably short. The worst that
could happen might be she'd get knocked down. We'd been body slamming each
other for months and then getting up and doing it again. How was getting
knocked down worse than getting body slammed?

And I, for a change, would not be losing. In fact, I would be winning. The
people I sold cars for would sure appreciate it if I started showing a winning
attitude. Maybe my income would increase with an injection of self confidence.
All in all, at the time, boxing seemed a win/win situation for everyone.

The rules were extremely simple. We would set a timer for two minutes and the
normal rules of boxing would apply. When the buzzer sounded the bout was over.
No referee, judges or crowds of screaming patrons. It was just Lori and I
enjoying a little competition. We would use our padded wrestling room as a
ring. It was a bit small, but then again it was only the two of us and neither
of us had the experience for dancing or fancy footwork..

We dressed as we did for our wrestling matches. I wore a pair of simple black
Speedos, Lori, in keeping with her penchant for erotic attire, settled on a
tan loin patch type bikini bottom featuring extremely brief trunks with a flap
in front and in the back. As she did when we wrestled she went topless. Since
we were boxing on a mat we were both barefoot.

Lori looked like an Amazon warrior as she stood waiting with her brief attire
and boxing gear on. Her supple 37C breasts were heaving in anticipation of the
match. I watched her dark pink nipples stiffen and become erect and her
breathing quicken. She had always had a healthy muscular look but the last
year had added impressive definition particularly to her arms. Now when she
bent her arms her biceps became baseball sized knots. Her mid section was
particularly hard looking. Her six pack abs were clearly defined and looked
like granite beneath her smooth skin. She might have added ten pounds to her
overall weight in the last year but she did not appear to have an ounce of
unneeded fat. In spite of her defined musculature her body had maintained it's
over all feminine lines. She remained sleek and curvy.

She looked tanned, toned, fit and strong. Her heightened sexual arousal made
her appearance extremely erotic. Had she not been wearing protective head gear
she would have looked like a topless female gladiator awaiting her opponent

In spite of myself I couldn't help but compare us physically in my own mental
tale of the tape. My arms appeared more heavily muscled than hers but she had
proven herself lately to be my equal in arm strength. At six, one I enjoyed a
four inch height advantage and the commensurate reach advantage that went with
it. At 215 pounds I still out weighed her by 50 pounds. I should be the far
heavier puncher I thought. The only area where I thought she had a clear
advantage was in her stomach. Though mine was still hard and well developed I
was cursing myself for not concentrating more on my abs since I had stopped
playing ball. It was apparent that she had no such lack of recent
conditioning. Belly shots to Lori would just be a waste of time. The area of
ring expertise is where I enjoyed an unquestioned edge.

Between being the heavier hitter and the more knowledgeable boxer I should
have little trouble dominating the short match.

Lori was in her normal fugue like state of pre fight arousal. She was keeping
up a steady stream of threats of dominance and staring at me hungrily.
Statements like "your ass is mine" and "you're going down" were coming in a
verbal torrent. I was never sure with Lori if her trash talk was actually
meant for me or if it was some sort of mantra. Whether meant for me or not it
was always surrealistic to hear such tough talk coming from such a beautiful
and feminine looking woman.

I set two timers. One would buzz in sixty seconds and the other would buzz two
minutes later. Lori met me in the center of the room as we awaited the first
buzzer. She got right up to me and continued her trash talk as we stood there
almost nose to nose. She breathed heavily in my face as she looked up at me
and hurled her usual threats. Her nearness and sexual arousal got to me just
as it always had. I felt my own breathing quicken and the familiar stirring in
my trunks. I joined Lori in her psychological battle and hurled back a few
threats of dominance of my own. We must have been quite a sight standing there
toe to toe in our battle garb breathing like two stallions in heat and hurling
threats back and forth at each other. My return threats increased the sexual
tension for Lori and she inched even closer to me. Another second or two and
we would be screwing each other and still trash talking. Just then the buzzer
sounded.

We both stepped back and put up our fists.

Lori's skills had improved dramatically since Saturday. She held her fists in
a more orthodox boxer's stance and appeared more comfortable. Her left hand
was extended well in front of the right and the right, instead of being in
front of her nose, was cocked and held just beneath the chin.

The books she had been studying must have emphasized the importance of the jab
in boxing. She immediately started firing them much as I had done the first
time we boxed. The smaller 8 ounce gloves allowed her quick jab to slip
between my fists, I was stung with two quick ones to my chin before I could
adjust my stance. Her cocked right flew in behind the second jab and landed
flush to my nose guard. Her punches were much sharper than they had been
Saturday. I felt my back slam into the padded wall and my eyes tear as I was
propelled backwards from the force of her blow. As I leaned back against the
wall she stepped in with a flurry of punches to my unguarded stomach. I
grabbed above her fists at her shoulders and clinched, spinning her around as
I did.

I was shocked at her improvement, she had taken me completely by surprise. I
leaned against her heavily to hold her still while I recovered my bearings.
She struggled like a woman possessed and finally put her fists on my chest and
shoved me. I took advantage of having both of her hands extended and caught
her with an uppercut between her outstretched arms as I was pushed back.

That slowed her long enough to enable me to step back and shake off her
opening salvo. I copied her stance and finally began to snap my own jab out as
Lori recovered from the uppercut and came off the wall. Lori went back to her
jab as well as she pushed back in, We exchanged three successively harder
ones. back and forth, while she came forward..

Again her over hand right followed her jabs, this time catching me on the jaw.
That stung. Before I knew it she was right on top of me, shifting her attack
to my stomach. Using short hooks under the elbows of my still raised arms she
punched right left and then right again. Her fourth punch, a chopping left,
caught me on the cheek above my dropping fist.

She was shifting her attack up and down, I was confused as to where to defend
and stunned by her quick mastering of basic boxing techniques. The speed and
accuracy of her punches weren't giving me time to think.

I grabbed her again and bulled her back into the wall, pushing my body into
hers to force her backwards. I leaned on her against the wall and punched as
hard as I could manage at her left side with my right fist. My left arm I kept
across her chest, momentarily pinning her arms.

Lori managed to free her left arm and get it above my right, she began
punching with it at my cheek and temple. I used my left to hook at her jaw,
freeing her right hand. With her hands freed she shoved back against me and
began pushing me back towards the center of the room. We exchanged short right
and left combinations to each other stomach and jaw as she bulled me
backwards.

Once we were back in the center of the room we both pushed back away from each
other and reassumed the orthodox stance Lori had opened the round with and
began circling.. We fired jabs back and forth as we circled for a few seconds
and then exchanged right hands to the jaw.

I felt as though a bolt of electricity had gone through my body when her right
landed. I staggered back a few feet and then my legs gave out

I found myself sitting on the mat at Lori's feet.. The ringing in my ears was
the buzzer going off.

At first I didn't know how I got there. As I realized that she'd knocked me
down I was stunned. When I realized the round was over I was horrified. This
match, however brief, could not end with me sweating and groggy, laying at my
wife's feet.

I looked up at Lori. She was bathed in sweat. Her arms and chest were
glistening with rainbow drops of water that framed her biceps and poured down
her firm breasts. Droplets hung from her protruding nipples and then
splattered to the floor between my legs.

I expected to see her arms raised in victory. Instead she was still standing
with her gloves at the ready staring down at me with a look of sexual hunger
on her face. She appeared to be unaware that the buzzer was ringing. It was as
if she was in a world of her own. She was waiting for me to rise and continue
the match. She wanted more.

I became filled with rage. My stomach and sides ached from her punches and my
jaw was numb. She had fooled me just as she had in wrestling. She had secretly
studied so that she would have an advantage. Well this time she wasn't getting
away with it.

When I was sure that my head had cleared I stood up. I walked over to the
buzzing timer and turned it off. "We won't be needing this" I told her
threateningly. "Now we won't be disturbed. You want to compete with a man.
Well now you're going to see how men compete. This time you're going down"

My challenge seemed to excite her more. Her breathing became even deeper and
quicker, the predatory look of sexual hunger deepened in her eyes.

"All the way this time"? she asked as she tossed off her head gear and stepped
up to me. Her breath was hot on my face.

"All the way" I replied evenly as I removed mine and returned her stare

To be Continued