Lindsay
By A.J. Brown
A couple tries to spice up their marriage by hiring a session wrestler 


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Rory pulled desperately at Ava's arm, pulling with all of his might, trying to
get out of the rear-naked choke. Her arms didn't look strong which made it so
mind-blowing that she was able to do this to him. As he pulled on her arm,
just trying to create enough space so he could breathe, he looked at her
muscular legs wrapped around his ribs, and kicked out straight in front of
him, while her sexy feet with the blue toenail polish on them that matched her
blue bikini were crossed.

If he let go of her arm, she'd be able to choke him out, potentially knock him
out, within seconds, so he couldn't grab at her legs, even though the longer
that she squeezed his ribs, the more it felt like she was going to crush them.
She had scared him more than once telling him that she could knock him out
and, although she had never actually done it, he didn't doubt that she could.
He didn't want to find out either.

Her legs squeezed his ribs even harder. It almost felt unfair how on top of
her legs being laughably stronger than his, she also happened to know how to
use them a lot better as well. She gave her legs a good squeeze together and
it was just too much for him. He let go of her arms and she squeezed his neck
tight enough where it felt like she was going to crush his throat and pop his
head off at the same time, all the while he now couldn't breathe at all. He
tapped out on her side hard and rapidly. She was a playful girl but she tended
to get excited and he sometimes feared that he wasn't going to tap out in time
before she really hurt him.

But she let go of him immediately. He tried to take in a deep, much needed
breath, and when it felt like he couldn't get in a breath at all, he panicked.
He fell right to his side and held onto his throat, still not feeling like he
could get air in. Ava kneeled above him not reacting, she was a sweet girl,
but she never showed sympathy no matter how much pain or suffering she caused
him.

Finally he got some air in, though it wasn't a great breath, and he felt his
eyes water up as he tried to breathe more. He sounded like he was
hyperventilating a bit before he finally started to breathe normally. He tried
to get his breathing as normal as he could, knowing Ava was right there and
could potentially pounce on him at any moment.

"Want more of that?" she said as she gave his ribs a bump with her heel, a
playful bump but one that still hurt. "Want me to do that to you again?"

"No, please," he said, his words coming out rapid, and his voice sounding
scratchy after what she had just done to his throat.

"You better worship my feet then," she said. "Otherwise, I'm going to do it
again and I'm not going to stop if you tap."

Worshipping her feet was a privilege, not a punishment, but he still was going
to make it a point to do an extra good job, fearing having to go back in that
hold again. So once she stuck her foot in his face, he stuck his tongue out
and licked the whole bottom of it like he was a dog. Her feet always somehow
smelled and tasted so fresh, no matter how much of a workout the two of them
had on the wrestling mat.

Ava rubbed her foot on his face, he grabbed it, then pulled as much of it in
his mouth as he could, starting to suck on it. After sucking on the majority
of her foot, he pushed it out, and started sucking on her cute little toes all
individually. Ava allowed him to do this for a bit before she grabbed him by
the ankles and pulled him closer to the bed. She sat on the bed and put her
feet on his face.

This was the best part when she would just leave him on the floor with her
feet above his face, and he could do whatever he wanted to them. He started
rapidly kissing the bottoms of them all over, making sure he didn't miss a
spot. He pulled her left foot closer to his nose and took in a deep breath.
Breathing in that smell of her feet was better than breathing in fresh air.

"Suck my toes some more, bitch," she said.

Ava was the only woman in this world that could call him a bitch and get away
with it. Her dominance made her attractive enough to him but to be such a
dominant woman with feet as sexy as hers. If only he could date this woman and
not be limited to having to pay to see her, all of his problems would be
solved. He loved Paula and all but there wasn't a thing about her that could
compare to Ava.

He pulled the big toe of her left foot into his mouth, wrapped his lips around
it, and started sucking on it like he was trying to get to the Tootsie Roll
center of a Tootsie Pop. He was also trying to make this tickle her but that
never worked and she just sat there letting him do the deed that showed his
inferiority. He was loving the taste of this toe and made no effort to suck on
any of the other ones.

"Alright bitch, time's up," she said.

She let him suck on her toe for a little bit longer before giving it a little
tug backwards. Rory sucked on her toe a bit more before she gave it another
tug and now he knew that he better stop. She pulled her toe out of his mouth
and he could still taste the wonderful taste of it. He looked at her cute bare
feet, looked up her toned legs which were a hell of a lot stronger than they
looked, then up her upper body at her boobs that were a good size for her
smaller body, and then at her pretty face that was looking down at him. He
could have lay there and just admired her body all day but he started to get
up before she had to tell him to.

"Doing alright?" she said.

"A little rib pain," he said and he put his hand on his ribs. "But I'm not
complaining."

"Well thanks for another great session," she said as they both stood up, Rory
standing 8 inches taller than her which was always a good reminder of how
small this girl that could kick his ass was. "It's always great to see you."

She opened her arms to give him a hug and he reciprocated. She reached her
head up and gave him that standard kiss on the cheek she always gave him when
she saw him and before he left. Her lips touching him felt great. If only he
good get her to kiss him on the lips someday. Knowing that she had dozens of
clients that she probably treated this same way was the one thing that always
stopped him from trying. He smiled at her, then walked out into the hotel
hallway.

**

Rory sat on the living room couch, his legs stretched out across it, Fox News
on the TV which he wasn't really paying attention to. As the elections got
closer this stuff would be a bit more interesting but for now it was just
background noise. His laptop was on his lap and since Paula wasn't expected
home for a couple of hours, he had a strong desire to email Ava. She probably
wouldn't email him back right away anyway. But why not? He opened up the same
email thread that they had been responding to each other with for years,
neither of them bothering to ever start a new one.

"Damn, my ribs aren't feeling any better than the last time you asked," he
wrote. "You really beat me up good this time." He added a smile emoji at the
end. He started scrolling through Facebook on his other tab, not thinking that
she was going to reply anytime soon, if at all. But he couldn't help but
check. He moved back to his email tab. Ava had replied. Maybe she was up for a
little chatting. He opened up her email.

"I even went a little easy on you this time," her message said, his cock
getting harder in his pants, as he read how confident she was that she could
dominate him. "I've been really doing a lot of leg strengthening exercises
lately, and I just thought it would be too much if I used all my leg strength
this time. But next time, watch out. You're going to be lying on the floor and
you're not going to be able to move. I'm going to rub my bare feet on every
spot that hurts and that will be the ONLY relief you get. You got a few months
to think about this but get ready for what I'm going to do to you."

He threw his head back thinking about how obsessed with this girl he was. No
other woman could make him feel that way. He wanted to talk with her some more
since she was available and responding but her response alone made him want to
masturbate. He lay there in a haze, wondering if he wanted to bring his hand
to his keyboard or his cock. He felt himself dozing off and not doing either.

**

He had sworn his eyes hadn't been closed for more than a minute which was why
he felt so confused when he opened them to see that his laptop was off his lap
and when he looked to his right, Paula was there on her knees, looking through
the laptop. He didn't find her face overly attractive or anything normally,
but when she was angry or stressed like she looked now, he found it a bit
unattractive.

"What are you doing??" he said. He considered just grabbing the laptop from
her but he didn't want to look too obviously guilty.

"Ava Adorable?" Paula said, still scrolling through the email and not nothing
to look up at him. "I want you to wrap your legs around me, I want to worship
your feet. Lots about her feet. I googled her too, she looks hot!"

She looked him in the eyes and not wanting to look her in the eyes, he looked
down at the floor at her feet in the sandals she had on. There was nothing
particularly wrong with her feet, they just weren't sexy like Ava's. The skin
on them looked like feet skin, not smooth and soft like Ava, her toes were too
long, and she didn't wear toenail polish. Feet like hers were the reason that
most people didn't like feet.

"You like to wrestle her? Have her wrap your legs around your neck? Wow, I'm
learning so much about my husband now that I didn't know after all these
years."

He looked back up at her, looking her in the eyes. He had seen her angry with
him plenty in the past but had never seen the kind of disgust in her eyes that
he saw right then. There was only one way to fight it - verbal force. "What
the hell are you going through my email for??" He yelled loudly and
forcefully. "Do I just go through your shit??"

"Well it was sitting right out on your lap wide open, I come to snuggle with
you, and I see some email to you from a girl telling you what she's really
going to do to you next time. Sorry, my curiosity couldn't help but look at it
a bit more. What is she going to do to you next time anyway?" She looked at
him very accusingly.

"There's no sex or anything," he said, trying to be a bit calmer now. "It's
just wrestling. It's really not that bad."

"Wrestling and doing stuff with her feet, and worshipping her feet. You like
worshipping her feet? You've never worshipped my feet. Tell me, how exactly do
you worship feet anyway?"

She was humiliating him now. No woman humiliated him. Except for Ava. "Would
you shut up about that already??" he yelled at her. "I told you, it's just
something stupid, I was playing around. Not a big deal. I didn't have sex with
her, didn't do anything sexual, I didn't even make out with her or anything.
It was just some stupid messing around I was doing. I won't do it again, so
let's just shut up about it!"

"Don't yell at me," she said calmly but with such a nasty tone that he was
sure it was much worse than any yelling he was doing. "You really expect me to
believe that you were just wrestling with this girl, and kissing, and licking,
and sucking on her feet or whatever you said you were doing there? Really?"

Now she was calling him a liar. He didn't like being called a liar. "YES
REALLY!" he roared at her and she moved her head back like she had been
struck. "You want to go through all my emails?" He made an aggressive move
towards her and she backed away. He started scrolling through the email on the
laptop. "Go ahead, read through my emails, you snooper," he said, still
roaring. "Show me one email that says anything about sex. SHOW ME ONE!" She
just sat there looking at him but he could see she felt a bit of guilt now,
starting to realize she was wrong. That just fired him up even more. "Oh and
you said you googled her too? Guess you went to her website then?" He angrily
started typing her website that he had memorized in the URL. When it popped
up, he looked at all of the pictures of Ava either looking sexy, sticking her
feet in the camera, or with a guy trapped in a wrestling hold. The pictures
weren't helping his case. He tried to not pay attention to all that when he
clicked on her rules.

"You see that??" he yelled, so happy to prove to her that he was right that he
could feel how red his face was. "Read it!" She didn't move. "READ IT!" She
moved forward a bit and looked at the screen. "Absolutely, NO SEX. You read
that Paula? NO SEX!! She's not a damn hooker!!"

He could see Paula getting the look on her face that she did when she knew she
was wrong. He had put her in her place again. That wasn't going to get him off
the hook for all of the times he had wrestled with and worshipped this girl's
feet, but at least he had taken some control back. He looked at tears starting
to develop in Paula's eyes. She wasn't going to get off just by using those.

"I'm done," she said. "I'm sorry, Rory." She started to cry. This was real. "I
can't do this anymore."

He was blown away. They had argued plenty in their four years of marriage. She
had never once said this or anything close to this. "Jesus, because of this??"
he said, still yelling, though he realized this was a time he needed to calm
down. "I swear to you, SWEAR TO YOU, that I did not do anything sexual with
that woman. And I totally understand why you're upset. I swear to you I'll
never meet up with her again, too. I never should have done it, and I wasn't
thinking. Please forgive me." Hearing himself speak, he realized he wasn't
making a very good case. But their marriage couldn't end just because of Ava.
That was too ridiculous.

"I believe you," she said, and she was speaking so sweetly as tears came down
her beautiful face that it scared him. "It's not because of her. It's the
yelling. The way you verbally beat on me every time we have a disagreement. I
feel that's the only communication we have anymore. I'm not happy. I don't
think you are either. There's no way you can be this angry all of the time and
actually tell me you're happy. And this girl. Whatever you did with her, I
honestly don't care. But you obviously did it because I don't satisfy you. And
I don't care what you did because I'm not satisfied either. We have to
separate, Rory. I'm sorry."

He wanted to stay tough but he couldn't help his eyes from watering up as he
saw in her teary eyes how serious she was. The strong case that she built made
it worse. She stood up and left the room. This was real. This couldn't be
happening.

**

He woke up the next morning after a good night's sleep, pondering in his mind
what had happened. He felt rested and relaxed, ready to take on the major
problem that he had. Perhaps Paula had just been blowing off steam and she
hadn't meant what she said. But he was nervous about what he saw in her eyes
when he spoke to her and the fact that she hadn't come to bed at all wasn't a
good sign either.

He found her in the guest room, still asleep, sleeping on her side, facing the
closer edge of the bed. He walked in, lied down behind her, and put his hand
on her side. "No," she said, without looking at him. "I told you Rory, we are
done."

This wasn't good at all. He tried to contain the panic that he felt. "I'm so
sorry," he said to her gently. "Can we talk about this?"

She rolled over and looked at him with her sleepy eyes. She looked extremely
pretty at that moment, more than he normally appreciated. And she loved him,
without a fee to do so. Why couldn't he just have never met with Ava? "I'm
sorry, but I am just not feeling this anymore," she said. "I'm sorry about
anything I did to make you angry or ... or to go see that girl. But you
obviously want something different. And you can't say you love me when you
yell at me like you do. All the time just yelling, I feel like I'm going to go
insane sometimes when you do it."

"Look we've had our ups and downs," he said, knowing this was his best chance
to make his pitch. "I'm sorry I've been yelling at you. I'm sorry I saw that
girl, I'm so sorry I did. Now that we've talked, I can change, very quickly. I
want to be with you and I will do whatever I need to, to make this right."

She looked away, looking hesitant, but she was thinking. That was good. "If
we're going to stay together," she said, still not looking at him. "We need to
get in a routine where we are loving each other again. The way we're going
now, it's just not going to work. Something needs to change."

An idea popped in his head. He liked ideas. He liked getting others to like
his ideas. "We do need to spice things up," he said. "Make things more fun.
Look, I have an idea. Ava lives close to here and she's always available to do
sessions."

"Rory, are you kidding me?" she said, talking over him before he finished his
sentence. "You just told me you're not going to see this girl, now ... "

"PLEASE, hear me out," he said, starting by yelling at her but then quickly
drew back to just a loud voice. "Remember what we talked about a long time
ago. I know it's been a while. But remember when you used to tell me you were
a little bi-curious?"

She made an annoyed noise. "Yeah, that was a LONG time ago."

"So you don't ever feel that way anymore?" he said. She shook her head like
she was thinking, not answering, and she didn't answer his question. "Remember
your other fantasy?" he continued. "The one where you wanted to watch two guys
fight over you?"

She cracked a bit of a smile. "You really remember everything. Yeah, I told
you that a very long time ago."

"Well, maybe we can make that happen for you. Or at least close. What if we
scheduled a session with Ava? You watch her and I fight. The winner gets to
have you. Think you'd like that?"

She looked at him. It wasn't a bad look, she just looked like she was
thinking. That was also good. "What do you mean the winner 'gets me'? So
what's the deal if she wins, she just gonna ... "

He cut her off, not wanting her to go too far with that. "It's just all fun.
That's all she does are fun fantasies. If that happened the two of you could
just pretend to mess around a little."

"And you'd be OK with that?" she said. She spoke doubtfully but now she was
smiling. "Wait, never mind. You'd probably like to watch that."

"A win for everyone," he said smiling.

She looked straight ahead and looking at her eyes it almost looked as if she
was reviewing all of the years of their relationship in her head. "Let's go
ahead and do it," she said. "Why the hell not?"

**

Rory looked through the front windshield with his music cranking thinking
about all of the possibilities this was going to open up for him. If Paula
actually enjoyed watching him get his ass kicked by Ava on the wrestling mat
they were in for some fun times ahead. And if she enjoyed having him watch her
fool around with Ava a bit afterwards ...

"Excited?" he said to her, turning his head to look at her with a smooth
smile.

"I guess so," she said, her tone sounding like she was sitting on a roller
coaster that was about to start with no option to turn back. "Gonna watch my
husband beat up some hot girl so he can win me. Let's see how this goes."

"That's if I win."

"Yeah right," she said, rolling her eyes.

"She's probably going to win. I haven't beaten her yet."

"You better win," she said, giving him a look like she meant it, that he
wasn't ready for. "I'm not coming out here to watch you get turned on by
letting her put you in those wrestling holds. You're fighting for me, you
better win me, especially against a small girl."

He looked at her, seeing no joking in her eyes. He tried to stay patient. She
didn't have any experience with mixed-wrestling sessions. "We talked about her
winning and the two of you messing around."

"That was just like a 'what-if', I didn't mean it like I thought it was
actually going to happen," she said, not raising her voice, but speaking a bit
forcefully. "It's a little exciting to think about, but I'm not messing around
with some girl, what you think I just went full-bi overnight? We've been
having our issues a bit, now I want to watch you fight for me to win me back.
If you lose ... " He waited for her to say more but she didn't.

"She's stronger than she looks and she's got a lot of training in wrestling
and martial arts." He wanted to explain himself more but realized he already
sounded pretty wimpy so he better just stop.

"I don't care what she does," she said, almost sounding like she was talking
herself out of this out loud. "You're fighting a 125 pound girl for me and I
don't want to watch you with her legs around your neck and your face all red
like the guys in some of those pictures I saw. I don't care who it's against,
I just want to see you win for me, sweep me off my feet after, and show how
much you want to win me over like you did when we first started dating."

He thought there might be a chance she was just playing along with the game
and kidding around but one more look in her eyes confirmed that she was very
serious about what she was saying. He looked back at the road ahead and it
suddenly didn't seem so exciting. He was going to have to defeat Ava Adorable,
the girl he had never beaten, or he was going to have even bigger problems
with his wife.

Could he beat Ava if he really tried? He did have 70 pounds on her. He thought
back to the first time he sessioned with her, wearing that black bikini, her
body looking very fit, but she was still a lot smaller than him. Wanting to
know that she was legit, he had given it his all that time, trying his best to
pin her or get her to submit, but he got nowhere close to that. Every move he
made, she would just take that body part from him like she had known exactly
what he was going to do, then her arms and legs felt so strong as she was able
to move that body part of his any way she wanted to, causing him massive pain.
At first he would just scream, but as time went on he realized it was better
to submit and then just let her do what she wanted to him, as the harder he
fought the more she really hurt him.

He wasn't going to be able to beat her. He thought about sneaking a text
message to her to let him win but that would be next to impossible to try when
he was driving without Paula seeing. Plus, Ava was a session wrestler, a fiery
and competitive one at that, and he was pretty sure that she wouldn't be
interested in a session where she was the submissive. Maybe he could sneak a
quick whisper to Ava during the session asking her to let him win, or maybe
Paula would go to the bathroom and he'd get a chance. Still, would she even go
for it?

**

He looked down at the cool carpet with all of the neat patterns on it. He
looked up, looking at all of the doors he was walking by. Seeing this was
always exciting for him, knowing he was getting close. And now he got to share
this exciting feeling with his wife. This would work out OK, Paula would see
the light once they got going. When Ava gave him the token kiss on the cheek
that she always gave him whenever he arrived, it should make Paula jealous,
and add a nice little touch.

He knocked on the door then looked at Paula with a big smile. She gave a small
smile back and he detected the 'I'm still not sure about this' look on her
face. The door opened and he saw Ava standing there wearing a bikini with a
strong red color. There was something about her in a bikini where it seemed
the bikini made her look even better, but her wearing it made the bikini look
better than it would otherwise. He looked down at her feet, smooth and sexy as
always, with bright red toenail polish that seemed to match her attire
exactly.

"Hey Rory," she said, without the same excitement she normally greeted him
with. "Come on in." She opened the door more and as Rory walked inside he
watched Ava's eyes go right over his shoulder. "Is this your wife??" Now Ava
sounded excited and as Rory walked fully in the room, Ava's eyes were glued to
Paula. "Wow, you are freaking beautiful." Now he watched as Ava grabbed both
of Paula's wrists, looking like she was going to hug her, a flattered look on
Paula's face. "You're who I am going to be fighting for? Oh, I am going to be
happy very soon. Much, much better than I would have thought Rory would be
able to do."

He looked at the flattered smile on Paula's face as she walked in the door and
Ava closed it behind them, locking them all in this room together.

"Here, you can come have a seat on the bed as you watch me kick your husband's
ass," Ava said, still holding one of Paula's wrists as she escorted her over.
Ava was always touchy-feely like this but this was the first time that he
didn't like it. "You want anything from the mini-bar?"

"No, that's OK." Paula spoke very shyly like she was being hosted by someone
she thought was much better than her.

"OK well get yourself comfortable and let me know if you need anything," Ava
said. "I'll take care of him in a hurry and then me and you are gonna have
some fun."

It was just an act, Rory had to tell himself that. He had emailed Ava telling
her what the session was going to entail and she always did a good job of
playing the role very well. Sometimes he thought that she'd have more success
as an actress on the stage, rather than just a session wrestler working in
hotels. He just found that he wasn't so comfortable with this act. He had to
remind himself that it was just an act.

"Alright, ready?" Ava said as she turned to Rory, looking at him with a fire
in her eyes that he had never seen before, looking like she genuinely wanted
to hurt him, as opposed to just having some fun. "Let's do this, we only have
an hour together. I want to get you out of the way as soon as possible so I
can enjoy some fun with my new girl."

Without any warning or hesitation, Ava went right at him, grabbed him at his
shoulders, put her leg behind his, and swept him to the mat, his back hitting
it hard. When he reached up to try and push her off of him she immediately
seized his wrists, her feminine hands having such a tight grip. With her
strength and positioning she pinned his arms down to the mat easily, and
looked down at him with a pleased smile as she sat on him.

He never took it easy with her, always wanting to get the full experience of
how much tougher than him she was, but this time he was fighting even harder
to get up. He clenched his teeth as he tried to push up his arms, knowing
there was a good chance his wife could see the look on his face, but just
wanting up. His eyes were closed as he pushed, and then as he opened them,
feeling how red his face was, he looked up at Ava who was just looking down at
him smiling, showing no signs of using actual effort.

She moved her hands but she was so quick that before he could react, she
already had her hands tightly grabbing his shirt. She pulled on it while
pushing her strong knee into his ribs. She hadn't used this move on him before
and the pain was possibly the worst she had administered. He pulled on her
wrists trying to pull her hands away but with the amount of pain she was
causing to his ribs he couldn't get enough strength in his arms to pull hard.

He groaned, doing his best to suck this up so he didn't have to give up this
early. Her strong knee was putting so much pressure on his rib that it felt
like she could crush it at any moment. Finally she let go of him but that
barely reduced the pain and he couldn't move enough to go at her. Looking
spunky, Ava made a quick move, sat behind him, and wrapped her legs around his
neck in a figure-4.

The combination of how much stronger her legs were than his with how well she
knew how to use them was what always made it impossible for him to ever come
close to beating her. Before her legs tightened too much, he managed to look
up enough to see Paula looking down at him from the bed. She didn't look
embarrassed for him and she didn't look like she felt bad for him, she just
looked curious and even a bit interested. He detected a hint of a smile on her
face.

He didn't see it for much longer as Ava tightened her legs enough to pull his
head back. The pit of her right leg tightened on his neck and as she cut off
his breath he wondered if this was going to be the time he submitted to her or
if she was going to let this go on longer. He had to try his best to not let
the former happen. He had spent plenty of time getting excited about this and
had thought about how fun it would be wrestling around with Ava in front of
Paula. But there was nothing sexy or exciting about what was going on, he just
felt like he was getting beaten up by someone that was trying to hurt him.

Her legs tightened around his neck more, that crushing feeling that normally
made him tap on her legs and she would loosen up just enough to give him some
relief but still keep them there tight enough to let him know he wasn't going
anywhere. But now they tightened more than he had ever felt, her muscles
flexing into his neck as she did, but he wasn't going to tap. He couldn't, the
force that she was using on his neck made him think about the girl that told
him she was going to take his wife when they walked in that room and he
couldn't let her do that.

She started thrusting her hips which shook his entire upper body. He gasped
with the little amount of sound he was able to get out of him. Pulling on her
legs with everything he had, but she was too strong, his own legs were no
match for her legs, never mind his hands when he was in a vulnerable position
like this, who was he kidding?

It felt like she could break his neck what she was doing but she wasn't
slowing down in the least. Playing around, she could dominate him like it was
nothing but now he was getting the full taste of Ava Adorable and it was too
intense for him. He felt the strength of her legs squeezing his neck and the
strength of them shaking his body up and down. He was helpless, he was no
longer thinking about Paula anymore as he just dealt with this ride, too
inferior to her to stop her. He started tapping out on the ground desperately,
knowing how easily he had given up for his love. She continued to thrust her
hips and thrash his body and for a moment he feared that she was just going to
keep doing this, that she really had her mind on his wife that much where she
was going to not worry about his taps, and he was going to have a major
problem on his hands.

But finally she stopped thrusting and when she loosened up on his neck, he
felt the back of his head hit the mat hard. When she straightened out her
legs, loosening him up from the head figure-4 he realized that his vision was
blurry and he felt very light-headed, like he could pass out at any moment. He
was free from the figure-4 but Ava's legs were now stretched out over his
shoulders and he felt her muscles pushing into them. He tried to move and when
he couldn't, he felt a great deal of humiliation, being trapped in this kind
of position in front of his wife, a position that wasn't even a wrestling
hold, but just some girl casually resting her legs over him. He shook his body
around a little more, trying not to make it obvious to Paula that he was
trying to get up, and when he was certain he wasn't going to be able to move,
he gave up on it.

"Wow, giving up that easily?" Ava said as she messed his hair up a bit with
her hand. "Not putting up much of a fight for your wife, are you? You gotta do
better than that. I'll give you one more chance."

He felt her powerful legs push into his shoulders as she got off of him. He
started to get up and when he saw Paula looking at him with his watered eyes,
red face, and messed up hair, he quickly looked away. He saw Ava standing up
already looking proud.

"Come on, get up," she said, a challenging tone in her voice meant to
humiliate him, knowing he didn't have a chance.

But staying on the mat wasn't an option the way Ava was taunting him in front
of his wife so he stood up and looked at Paula who still had that curious
little smile on her face. He looked back at Ava standing so short and looking
so cute as she looked up at him with a bratty look, looking like she wanted to
hurt and humiliate the bigger guy.

"Come on!" Ava said, loudly but with amusement. "Come on, I'll even put my
hands behind my back." She raised her hands, waved her fingers around, then
put her hands behind her back in a showy way. "Come on, come get me, if you
don't come at me soon I'm going to go at you and take you down again."

She used to look hot when she taunted him but the look on her face combined
with the way she was intentionally trying to humiliate him in front of his
wife made her look like a brat, borderline bitch. He ran at her and having so
much height on her he put her in a headlock, pulling her head right into his
side. He could feel his height giving him the advantage and as he held her
head tightly into his hip he thought he finally found the position where he
could get her. If he just kept tightening, her head wouldn't be able to take
it. She'd tap, he'd show Paula he could win her, and the whole session would
be a win.

As he felt his arm tightening more around her neck he thought about how much
it would hurt if she were doing this to him. He could feel himself starting to
sweat from how hard he was doing this and it was even starting to hurt his own
muscles with the effort he was putting into it. This had to be hurting her.
Why wouldn't she tap?

He could feel her head starting to slide out from his arm, something she
hadn't started trying until now. Had she been doing this when he had first
started applying the headlock he would have been able to hold onto her with no
problem but now with his arms hurting and him feeling a bit winded just from
the headlock, it felt more troublesome.

He could feel her head slipping out more. He squeezed harder, but it wasn't as
hard as when he first started. Why wouldn't she just tap? She was sliding out
more. He wouldn't be able to hold her much longer. Now as he squeezed harder
it felt like he was losing pressure as his arms felt numb. He felt her head
slide all of the way out, his arms too weak and numb to stop her.

She stood up, wrapped her left arm around his neck in a chokehold from behind,
and her right arm jacked his right arm up behind his back in a chicken wing.
She didn't hesitate at all, jacking his arm up more, and he couldn't help but
start screaming like a girl as it felt like she was going to break his arm,
unable to fight back at all as he had no idea how to get out of this hold.

"Let go!" he screamed, desperation in his voice as he couldn't take having her
do this any longer. "Let go!" She jacked his arm up more, the cruelty of her
unbelievable, and that made him start to cry a bit. "Let go of me! Damn it,
Paula help me!" He felt so pathetic begging his wife to help him from getting
beaten up by this small girl but he had never felt pain like this and he
needed her to stop. "Please let go!"

"You give?" Ava said.

"Yes!" he cried, with no hesitation.

"Say auntie," she said and hearing the satisfaction in her voice he knew that
in no other circumstances would he have ever humored her by doing that.

"Auntie!" he cried, knowing how much he was her bitch now.

She took him to the ground, forcing him face down, letting go of his neck, but
still jacking his arm up behind his back as she sat on him. The hold wasn't as
painful as it was when he was standing up but it still hurt and he still felt
helpless to try and get out of it.

"Do you treat your wife well?" Ava said.

"What?" he said, wanting to yell for him to get off of him, but knowing that
wouldn't happen. "Of course I do."

"Does he treat you well?" Ava asked Paula. Rory turned his head in Paula's
direction but the most he could see was that her bare feet were hanging off of
the bed, she had clearly gotten herself comfortable as she watched this fight.

"Um," Paula said and since he knew he couldn't say anything, he prayed inside
that Paula wouldn't say anything to make this any worse on him. "He does yell
at me."

"I don't like to hear that," Ava said. "Like just once in a while when he's
really mad, or ... "

"No, like all of the time," Paula said. If Ava didn't have him pinned down he
would have jumped up and got in her face yelling at her for saying that. This
was supposed to be a fantasy session, not her telling this girl of all of
their private problems. "It can be pretty scary honestly."

Ava put so much pressure on his arm that he thought for sure he was going to
feel it snap and even though that didn't happen, the nerves in it felt so much
pain that he feared it wasn't going to work right when they walked out of
here. What would he do if that happened? Suing her didn't seem like something
that would work as well as suing a business. Ava let go of his arm, grabbed
him by the hair, and pulled him to his knees.

"Come on!" she said impatiently and she gave his hair a good yank.

She started walking him along the mats like a dog towards Paula. She forced
Rory's head between Paula's bare feet so the right inside of Paula's foot was
touching his face. He liked Ava's feet in his face but this was his wife, the
woman that he was constantly trying to show that he was the alpha in their
relationship. Ava then yanked his head back and forced him to look up at
Paula. He felt anger as he saw the smile on Paula's face, anger that would
have been stronger if he wasn't afraid.

"You are going to promise your wife that you are never going to yell at her
again," Ava said.

As he started to think about not doing that, Ava tightened the grip on his
hair more, he felt the strain on his scalp as tears came down his face.
Paula's smile was actually growing, showing him no sympathy, and it was at
that moment that he realized what a divide there was between him and his wife,
far more than he had been aware of. He didn't like Ava forcing him to promise
his wife anything but he would have said just about anything at that point to
get some pain relief.

"I won't yell at her again," he said, making sure not to look Paula in the
eyes as he said it.

"Tell it to her!" Ava said, yanking his head up more and forcing him to face
her, the only way that he couldn't look at her would be if he closed his eyes.

"I won't yell at you again!" he yelled at Paula, and she smiled like she
actually thought he meant it.

"Tell her you'll always treat her with respect from now on."

"I'll always treat you with respect from now on," he said reciting it, hoping
it was obvious at least to Paula that he didn't mean any of this.

"Now kiss her feet," Ava said as she forced his face near her feet again.
Kissing Ava's beautiful, soft, pedicured feet was always a treat for him. But
these were his wife's feet, feet that didn't get the care that Ava's did since
she didn't get paid to have guys worship them, feet that he had seen walking
on his dirty floor, feet that he had seen walking outside in dirty grass, feet
that just weren't sexy like Ava's.

"Oh please, the way you've slobbered all over my feet, licking them and
sucking them, and you're acting like it's so bad to kiss your wife's feet,"
Ava said, Rory really wishing she hasn't said all of that.

"If you've licked and sucked her feet then I want you to lick and suck mine
too," Paula said.

"Oh he will, give it some time," Ava said as she gave another hard pull to
Rory's hair, reminding him he better do what she said.

So he began kissing Paula's feet, the act being so unpleasing to him that he
wondered if he actually did have a foot fetish or just happened to like Ava's
or similarly pristine ones like hers. He kept doing it hoping that if he did
it long enough that he wouldn't have to do anything else.

"Now get that tongue ready," Ava said, destroying his hopes. "I want to see
you lick her feet up and down a few times. And then suck on her toes. You like
this so far, Paula?"

"Kind of weird, I'm not gonna lie," Paula said with a laugh that made him want
to smack her. "But it's funny watching him do this."

"Show her how funny it is when you lick them," Ava ordered.

Just wanting to get it over with, he stuck out his tongue but once he tasted
her foot taste soaking into his tongue, he wanted to gag. There was foot
licking of a session wrestler, and there was foot licking of just a regular
foot of a regular woman, he was convinced they were two totally separate
things. When his tongue went up her arch, she kicked her foot around, kicking
him in the face a little bit, further angering him. "That tickles, how do you
deal with guys doing that to you?" Paula asked.

"You get used to it eventually," Ava said. "Suck her toes, show her how that
feels."

He pulled his tongue away from the bottom of her foot, and the foot taste on
it was almost stronger now. Just wanting to move this along, he started
sucking on Paula's biggest toe. Tasting her toe in his mouth and just
imagining what he looked like, he had a feeling things would be different
after this between him and his wife.

"Mmm, that feels good actually," Paula said. "Why haven't you done this to me
before?"

"And don't let him tell you he doesn't like it," Ava said. "You should see the
way he sucks on my toes, he goes right at them like he's sucking a lollipop."

"It doesn't feel like your sucking my toe like a lollipop right now," Paula
said. "Come on, show me what you can do."

She better not think any of this was going to carry out of this hotel room and
she better not talk to him like that when they were at home, that was all Rory
was thinking as he sucked on her toe harder, trying to make it appear that he
was putting the same into it that he put it sucking Ava's, though he couldn't
bring himself to do it.

"Come on, do better than that!" Ava said and she smacked him in the back of
the head. "Show her how well you can suck toes."

"I want my toe to feel like a lollipop," Paula said, really starting to sound
like she was having fun.

With no option to not listen to these girls, Rory sucked on his wife's big toe
harder, the toe taste really starting sucking into his tongue, and he thought
about how it was strange that this could be so unpleasant when sucking on
Ava's was so enjoyable.

"God, this feels good," Paula said.

"Alright, well you'll have plenty of time at home for him to do that for you,"
Ava said. "You want to have some fun with me before our time runs out?"
Suddenly, he wished that Paula would want him to keep sucking her toe, for as
long as was left in the session. Watching his wife get it on with this girl
didn't have the appeal that it used to

"Yeah, that sounds good actually," Paula said.

"Alright, come on with me," Ava said and as she gave his hair a good yank, she
started walking Rory away from his wife, and started walking him along the
floor like a dog. He dragged his knees.

"Where are you taking me?" he said.

"My girlfriend and I need some privacy," Ava said. "You're going to go in the
bathroom." She gave his hair a good, painful tug trying to pull him along, and
if he wasn't so determined not to go with her, he would have screamed from the
pain. His knees dragged on the wrestling mat, she tried to pull more, but then
she stopped.

"I'm not going in there, if you two are going to do whatever, I'm going to
watch."

"Um, excuse me?" Ava said, sounding bossy. "Like hell you are."

"I'm paying for this!" he yelled at her.

"Shut up," Ava said.

She started pulling on his hair so hard that it felt like she would pull it
off along with some of his scalp if he didn't go along with her. He crawled
along the mats like her pet as she walked him to the bathroom. He finally
started to cooperate, giving in, and just wanting to do whatever at that point
to move things along. When they got right in front of the bathroom she let go
of his knees, kneeled on the mat behind him, and started jacking his arm up
behind his back.

"Ah, I'm going in, you don't need to do this!"

"If once you're in there I hear that door open, if it even cracks a bit for
you to peek out at us, your arms is getting broken," she said. "OK?"

She increased the pressure on his arm, making him scream again. He didn't want
a broken arm, especially not this way, and he didn't want to be walking around
with a cast, especially for this reason, so he would have agreed to just about
anything she wanted right then.

"Yes, I get it!" he said, humiliated beyond belief that he had to be so
compliant with this bully. She pushed him along into the bathroom and when she
pulled the door shut it hit against his foot before closing all of the way,
not paying any attention to him as she did, as she just wanted that door
closed.

"Oh we are going to have some fun," he could hear Ava say through the door and
he heard Paula start to giggle. She actually sounded happier than he had heard
her in quite some time.

He put his ear right up to the door, wanting to open it, but knowing he
couldn't. It sounded like Ava was in the bed with Paula now and although he
heard a lot of laughing and their voices sounding like they were talking sexy
to each other, he couldn't make out what they were saying. He tried pushing
his ear up to the door more, cupping his hands around it more, and moving his
ear around different spots on the door, but none of those things allowed him
to make out what they were saying.

It sounded like they were rolling around on the bed together. It sounded like
Paula was moaning the same way that she did when they had sex, but she also
was laughing a lot, which was something she rarely did when she had sex with
him. He had this picture of Ava on top of her on the bed, and Paula enjoying
it more than she enjoyed having sex with him, scared that Ava could satisfy
her more than he could.

He wondered if they had taken their clothes off. He couldn't imagine Paula
would do that and he also remembered that that wasn't the kind of business
that Ava was running. Still, he wanted to know what was going on. He hadn't
been keeping track of time at all but the time he had been fighting with Ava
had seemed like almost an hour and he had been in the bathroom for a while
now.

As he listened to more giggling, more thumping around, and more words that he
couldn't make out, he finally sat on the floor, no longer trying to listen to
them. His previous sessions with Ava had given him an amazing feeling. This
was a session, it was a fantasy, but this one was making him feel more and
more depressed by the minute. He felt like a total worthless loser and told
himself he would never do another session like this again. He wouldn't do any
more sessions at all. He wouldn't be in this mess if he hadn't been seeing a
session wrestler when he was married.

The bathroom door swung open, startling him, and he felt glad that he hadn't
held his ear up to the door just a little bit longer. Expecting to see Ava, he
looked up and saw Paula standing there. "Hey," she said casually. "You ready
to go?"

Rory stood up and walked out of the bathroom following Paula. Ava was standing
there and smiling at Paula. "Come, give me one more hug!" Ava said. She put
her arms out, Paula walked over to hug her, and Ava held her tightly, digging
her fingers into her back, and it looked like she was intentionally pushing
her crotch into hers. "I had so much fun with you," Ava said as she backed
away a bit and looked Paula right in the eyes.

"I had fun with you too," Paula said.

Ava continued to stare Paula in the eyes, looking like she was falling in love
with her the longer she looked. Rory just stared at Ava. They couldn't get out
of here soon enough. "Seriously, don't ever yell at her or scare her again!"
Ava said, pointing her finger right at Rory, and then she looked back at Paula
before he had any time to respond. "Make sure he treats you like you deserve
to be treated," Ava said to Paula then she reached in and gave her that kiss
on the cheek that he had always gotten. Paula smiled and walked out of the
room with Rory, Rory not getting the kiss that he normally got.

**

Rory's hand was on the wheel, looking out the front windshield. His body
normally hurt after a session with Ava but now it was in considerable pain. He
and Paula hadn't said a word to each other since they had walked out of the
hotel room, and he couldn't remember having this much awkwardness between the
two of them. It was time to put an end to it. She was his wife and the session
was over.

"So did you like it?" he asked. She didn't answer right away.

"I did actually," she said. "Definitely not something I would have ever done
on my own. But I know you wanted to do it and it wasn't bad." Now he was the
one not responding right away.

"What did you two do when I was in the bathroom?"

Paula hesitated. This time for a long time. "Nothing really."

"Nothing really?" He was quickly feeling impatient but even if he didn't
intend to keep his promise of not yelling at her, it was too soon to break it.
"I mean, what did you do? I'm just curious."

"Don't worry about it," she said, the last thing he wanted to hear. He started
to stare at her, briefly looking back at the road, but staring her down,
trying to make her uncomfortable. It wasn't working which made him more
impatient.

"Alright, well as long as you had fun," he said. Still no response. "You had
fun right?"

"Yes, I had fun," she said a bit impatiently. He could feel himself losing
control of his breath a bit. He needed this conversation to make him feel
better than it was.

"How you feeling in general?" he said. "About us. I mean, I know you weren't
feeling so sure before. Now?"

She finally looked at him. "I'm feeling really good that you promised not to
yell at me anymore. And that you promised to treat me with respect. So yes,
I'm feeling really good about that!"

She talked with a tone like he better live up to that, an almost threatening
tone that he didn't like at all. He looked back at the road and decided to
drop it. She was winning, for now. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as
she sat back and put her bare foot up on the dashboard. She had done that once
before a long time ago. He had yelled at her to put it down and this was the
first time she had done it since. This time he didn't yell.

**

Rory sat on the couch, alone in the room, scrolling down his phone, reading
people on the internet arguing with each other over who was the best NBA
player of all time. It had been over a week since they had their couples'
session with Ava. Overall, things had been pretty good since then. Paula had
seemed more confident in herself but he supposed that wasn't a bad thing. It
actually made her seem a bit more attractive than when she was more passive.
She was acting fine towards him and they had even had sex a couple of times.
When the woman got quiet and there was no sexual activity, that was when it
was time to be concerned, but it seemed like any thoughts that she had had
about leaving were gone. Rory hadn't yelled at her at all either, not even
really having the desire to, something he hoped that she was noting just in
case he ended up slipping up, which he was sure would happen at some point.

The 'ding' startled him. He looked over at the coffee table to see that Paula
had left her phone there. Seeing the screen lit up always gave him the
temptation to look and see who was texting her, just to be sure. He trusted
her so most of the time he didn't, but once in a while a little peek didn't
hurt, especially since it was normally just one of her friends that he knew or
family members, reminding him that there was nothing to worry about.

Something this time gave him the feeling that he should look, he didn't know
what it was, but she was a couple of rooms over in their kitchen anyway, so
there was no harm in it. Barely getting his butt off the couch as he leaned
towards it, he looked at the screen to see she had a text from a 'Lindsay'.
She didn't have any family members named Lindsay and if she did have any
friends with that name, he didn't know her, so whoever it was didn't know his
wife well enough to be texting her, as far as he was concerned.

He told himself he had nothing to worry about, it was a girl after all so what
was the problem, though he had something in his gut really pushing at him and
telling him that was bullshit. He could see the first part of the message on
the screen, why not just read it real quick? Of course, he had to. 'Hey babe,
when we gonna have fun ... ' was the only part of the message that showed on
the screen. He thought more about it and was pretty sure that Lindsay could be
a guy's name too, although he couldn't think of any off of the top of his
head. Now he had to know and he pushed the button on the front of her phone
but it just asked for her passcode and he couldn't see anything else.

"What are you doing?" He was startled and he looked up to see Paula standing
there, today wearing one of her not-so-attractive outfits of a baggy t-shirt
and big shorts. He set the phone down so she didn't harp on him holding it.

"Who's Lindsay??" he snapped right back at her, the thought of her having this
person texting her that he didn't know about, fully justifying to him looking
at her text messages.

"Why are you reading my text messages?" she said.

With that new confidence that she had had since the wrestling session, she
marched towards him, and he had a feeling she was going to hit him so he got
ready for it. She didn't even try, instead she went to grab the phone, and
when she swiped it off of the table faster than he was able to grab it when he
tried, that made him angry. She smugly walked away from him.

"Who's Lindsay!" he yelled, furious that she had his back to him. She turned
around but the condescending look on her face made him even angrier.

"You told me you weren't going to yell at me anymore," she said to him. She
didn't look afraid, just disciplinary. He had never felt like he was going to
lose it that much. Then she actually had the nerve to turn her head and start
to walk away again.

"You're talking to someone I don't even know about having fun, you won't tell
me who it is, and then you wonder I get mad??" he screamed as if the increased
volume might somehow get her to turn around. "Why the hell won't you at least
tell me who that is, at least tell me that much!"

He thought for sure that she was going to just keep walking away from him in
which case he wasn't sure that he'd be able to resist grabbing her at the
shoulders and twisting her entire body back so she was looking him right in
the eyes. If his anger had scared her in the past, he'd really like to see
what it would do now when she saw his reddened face. But she ended up turning
around and she looked startled but not really afraid.

"It's Ava," she said to him, very calmly.

He couldn't process what she had said at first. "What?"

"The girl you just had me watch you wrestle with. Ava."

"Why do you call her Lindsay?" he asked, a bit calmer now as he wanted to make
sure he got answers out of her.

"It's her real name."

Rory hadn't given it much thought before but he had just assumed her real name
was Ava. The Adorable part was obviously not real but he assumed her real name
was Ava and that went well with Ava so that was why. Like why even call
yourself Ava if her name wasn't Ava, why not Lindsay Lovely or something like
that? Thinking about all of that in his head was quickly making him angry
again but one thought made him the angriest.

"Why do you know her real name? And why does she have your number?" His voice
was raising and he thought she was going to shut down but she kept talking.

"We exchanged numbers and her name when you were in the bathroom that day. We
were getting along well."

"What's she talking about having fun?? You're not actually going to see her
again. Obviously not."

Paula briefly paused. "I already did."

He felt like he was dreaming because now none of this even made sense. "When?
You haven't even had a chance?"

"One of those nights I told you I went to the gym, I met up with her instead.
And since I know you're going to ask, yes, we messed around a little. We did
that night and we did in the hotel with you too."

"What do you mean, you messed around?"

"You really want to know details? We made out and she fingered me a little."

He took in a deep breath and for a moment he didn't think any air was going to
come back out. He felt a desire to rip his own head off, if only because it
would be the only way he wouldn't rip off hers. As his face reddened more, he
could feel his eyes blinking wildly. Paula looked at him the way one would
look at someone they thought was legitimately crazy.

"OK, you are really scaring me," she said, still so calm.

"That's seriously all you have to say??" Now she looked at him like she was
afraid. He tried to make himself look scarier and she turned around and
started running away from him. "Where are you going??"

He chased after her, not with the intention of hurting her, but just because
he had plenty more he wanted to talk about. She ran towards the bathroom and
slammed the door shut behind her once she got in. He thought he heard the door
lock though he wasn't sure that's what it was because he didn't think he had
heard the bathroom door lock the entire time they had lived there. He grabbed
the knob and his guess was confirmed when he rapidly turned it back and forth
and it clicked locked each way.

"Open the door!" he yelled, in disbelief that she was actually running away
from him like he was the bad guy in this, and then his anger level went to the
next level when he could hear that she was making a call, the phone on the
other end of the line ringing. "Who are you calling?"

"Hey," he could hear her say through the door.

"What??" he said.

"Yeah, he's doing it again. He's like really mad this this time, he's scaring
me bad."

"Who are you talking too??" he yelled, almost screamed, now pounding on the
door. "Open up!"

"Can you hear him? Yes, oh my god, I would appreciate that so much. Thank you.
Yeah, I'll text you the address."

"Don't be giving our fucking address out to ANYBODY without checking if it's
OK with me first."

"Lindsay's on her way over here. And I'm not coming out until she's here so
you might as well save your energy and stop banging."

Ava lived in their general area, that was all Rory ever knew. He had never
given consideration to the possibility that she'd actually be coming to his
house. Worlds were not supposed to collide like that.

"She is not coming here!" he yelled as he pounded on the door more. "She is
not coming to this house. Now open up the fucking door, we need to talk about
this!"

There was complete silence in the bathroom now which led to Rory bang harder.
And when that didn't get a response, he banged even harder, now just hurting
his fist. He wondered if he could punch the door down if he banged on it
enough. If that did happen, Paula better not even think about blaming that on
him, as that would have been all her fault. He punched some more and other
than shaking a little, it didn't look like it was going to move any more than
that. He wondered if he could kick it down. That would be a harder one to put
the blame on her for. He punched it some more.

"Would you open the fucking door? I can't hear you, I need to make sure you're
OK."

"I'm fine," she said back. "I'd be a lot better if you'd shut up."

Oh, she told him to shut up, that was not something you said to your husband.
He punched it a few more times and then started to kick it, even if he wasn't
able to kick it down, that should be enough to get a reaction out of her. When
he kicked it more and he didn't get a reaction he got anger. It looked like he
chipped the wood in one spot. If he just chipped the wood away without kicking
it down that would be a double loss.

"Please come out so we can talk," he said, trying to be a bit more calm, but
still loud enough to talk through the door. His throat felt scratchy. "Ava's
just an entertainer, we don't need her here solving our marital issues. Please
just tell her to go home and then come out."

"Lindsay's my friend. I can have her over here if I want."

"Open up!" he yelled pounding with both fists up above his head at the same
time, realizing that he probably looked like a child and not caring at all.

That was when he heard the front door open and when he looked over there and
saw that happening he thought about how stupid he was being so obsessed with
yelling at Paula that it didn't even occur to him to go lock the front door.
Simply doing that very well may have solved this whole problem for him but now
he saw her walking in.

This girl wasn't Ava. She closed the door behind her. She had a face that
looked extremely familiar to him, one that he found incredibly attractive, but
it couldn't be Ava. Everything about her was too different. Her face, although
very attractive, just had the plain expression on it of a normal girl. Her
hair was in a ponytail, something Ava never wore. While Ava was petite, her
body always looked muscular in her bikinis that she would wear but this girl
just looked petite, without the muscle, in the thin black hoodie she was
wearing, zipped up about halfway with a white t-shirt underneath it, and a
tight pair of dark blue jeans that were torn in a couple spots. Her legs did
look thick in the jeans, but not muscular thick like Ava's. She wore Converse
sneakers, while Rory had never seen Ava anything other than barefoot. She used
her feet to kick her sneakers off but wore black socks on her feet.

"Get out of my house," he said to her sternly.

"Your wife invited me."

That was definitely Ava's voice. It was the one thing she couldn't disguise.
Looking at her, he still couldn't believe it was her as other than being
petite with an extremely attractive face, there was nothing about her that
looked the same.

"I live here and I'm telling you to GET OUT!" He never would have spoken to
Ava like that but he felt like he was speaking to someone completely
different.

"Oh, thank you for coming over," he heard Paula say behind him and when he
turned and saw her trying to get by him he stood in her way.

"Let her through," Lindsay said and he quickly turned back to her, still
having a sense of where Paula was so could sidestep and not let her get by.
"You just need to chill out, go up to your room or something."

He felt fury being told to go to his room by this girl. "You just need to
shut-up and get out of my house, this is the last time I'm going to ask you."

His eyes met hers directly. He could tell by looking at them that she was
angry at him for saying that which made him even angrier that she would be
angry about that. He looked at how small she looked in that cute little outfit
and he suddenly agreed with what his wife had said previously - he was going
easy on her in those hotel rooms because he wanted to get his money's worth.
There was no way he couldn't take her now.

He went at her at the same time she marched at him. He reached his long arms
out and grabbed her at the shoulders, immediately feeling how strong she was,
and that she was going to be hard to bring down. She quickly jumped up and
wrapped her arm around his neck in a headlock. He tried to stay on his feet
but the strength of her arms wrapped around his neck as well as all of her
weight, as little of it as there was, pulling on his body as gravity brought
it back towards the floor, was something he couldn't handle, and she pulled
him right down.

He was now lying on his side on the carpet and he thought this girl could be
on the police force or in the military with this headlock on him that was so
tight not just from her strength, but also from the perfect form she had with
it, that he didn't think anyone would have been able to get out of this.
Knowing that she already had control of his head, she worked on pushing her
hip into his stomach to force him on his back, while he was just on the
defense and not able to stop her.

Using just her hip to hold his torso into the carpet, she let go of the
headlock and started to push herself up, until she was sitting on him in a
mount. She got herself comfortable and there was something about being pinned
down by a girl in a hoodie in jeans that didn't give it the same excitement as
when a fit looking girl, dressed up all cute in a bikini was doing it.

When he wrestled with Ava, she always had at least a hint of a smile on her
face, but as Lindsay held him down, she looked uninterested and while she
still seemed like she was taking some pleasure in beating him, it being in a
mean way and not a fun way made this experience much worse. He tried to wiggle
his body around to get free and got frustrated when he couldn't even move.
Being pinned down by a small looking bitch girl wearing a black hoodie and
jeans was not the same as being pinned down by a cute, giggly, fit girl in a
bikini.

She pushed her hand down on his nose, squishing it, and pushed her way
backwards. She grabbed him by the shirt and started pushing her knee into his
rib, this move that she had never used on him until Paula was around which
made him especially hate it. Feeling like his rib was going to break if she
kept doing this, he tried rolling on his side. Lindsay took the opportunity to
roll him face down.

He felt her hand push into the back of his head, pushing his nose into the
floor. He tried to move his head in both directions but couldn't move it at
all. Her ability to make her small body so strong never ceased to amaze him.
As she held his face down into the carpet, she slipped back and started
pushing her knee into the center of his lower back.

"Ah!" he started to moan as she put more pressure on his back, making it feel
like she was going to put a big divot there if she pushed it in more. "Jesus,
stop!"

"You going to go to your room?" she said.

No guy ever liked a bitchy friend of their woman's who wanted to stick their
nose in their business so one that was pinning him face down into his own
carpet was especially bothersome. It gave Rory a little bit of adrenaline but
even a big adrenaline rush was no match against Ava's strength and skill. He
fought but his face remained firmly pinned into the carpet and her knee was
pushing into his spine even harder.

"Dammit, get off of me!" he yelled.

"You going to go to your room or not?" He tried his best to hold out but he
wondered if he wouldn't have trouble walking for a while if he allowed her to
do that to his spine much longer.

"Just get off of me and I'll go up there," he said, trying his best to phrase
it in a way so it didn't sound like he was giving in to her.

Lindsay let him up and as he stood up he felt plenty of pain in his back,
doing his best not to show it in his posture once he was standing. He
considered giving Paula a dirty look but then thought better of it. He made
his way towards the bedroom, not looking at anyone, but just realizing the
more he walked how much his back was really in pain. He had walked away from
Ava's sessions feeling plenty sore before but he never felt outright pain like
he felt now.

As he walked into the bedroom he considered slamming the door behind him but
figured he'd just humiliate himself more by doing that. He closed the door
normally behind him, now almost limping towards his bed, as the pain in his
back seemed to have been getting progressively worse since Lindsay had gotten
off of him.

He flopped down on his bed face down and lying down seemed to make his back
hurt even worse. As he felt his back pain increasing and thought about what
had just happened, he started to cry. When Paula had talked about leaving him
without a replacement lined up that hadn't scared him. He could manage that as
at that point he knew he still had plenty of time to fix the situation. But
now she was thinking of leaving with someone else courting her, someone that
really liked her, and someone that she seemed to really like too. His marriage
was all but over and what was worst of all was that he had put the bait right
out there for the taking. Why couldn't he just try and win her back with a
romantic dinner like a normal guy would? He cried more.

**

The bedroom door opening startled him and he let out a cry as he jerked out of
the lying down position to see Paula walking in the room looking as confident
as ever. He feared that Lindsay was going to be following her and when he
didn't see her, he looked at the alarm clock. It had been a little over four
hours since he had flopped down on the bed, he couldn't believe he had fallen
asleep for that long without realizing it.

"Where's your friend?" he said, still not feeling safe.

"She's not here," Paula said and she shook her head a little bit giving her
husband a 'don't worry' look. She walked over and had a seat on the end of the
bed next to his feet. She looked down at him with the look of a woman who was
completely in control. "You doing OK?" she asked.

"So you going to leave me?" he said. He didn't want to sound overly upset
about it but figured there was no sense beating around the bush.

"No," she said, her voice getting a little higher as she said it and her
eyeballs rolled up like she was thinking. "Not necessarily."

"What does that mean?" He could feel his fear of Lindsay keeping him from
getting angry. "Did you go anywhere with her just now when she came over."

"Mmm-hmm, yeah. Went to her place."

"You went to her place?" He could feel the anger building in his stomach and
he could tell that if this conversation was going to last much longer than
he'd surely erupt before the end of it. "You 'mess around' with her there?" He
made quoting motions with his hands when he said 'mess around'.

"She did eat me out." He punched the bed and started to get up a bit. Now he
was just mad at the situation more than her. Being mad at her was starting to
seem pointless. "What, you hardly ever do it for me, it was good to feel for a
change."

"So I mean our marriage is definitely over now. Come on, now."

"No, not necessarily." While in the past she always managed to stay calm when
he was angry with her, this time she not only seemed calm but she also seemed
like she wasn't bothered, which bothered him more. "I'm really just unsure
now."

"Oh yeah, what if some girl was out sucking my dick and I told you I was just
unsure, what would you do?"

She chuckled. "I'd dump your ass." He gave her a look of disbelief. "Look, I
realize I'm being totally unfair to you," she said. "If you need to leave me,
I totally understand, and I would totally deserve it. I love you, I really do.
I felt it when I saw you having to walk to your room after Lindsay kicked your
ass. I felt so bad for you having to go through that humiliation. I felt the
pain with you, the kind of pain you only feel for someone you love. I don't
like being yelled at but I married all of you and I know it's partly my job to
work with you better on that to help improve our marriage.

"Lindsay just makes me feel a way that I've never felt before. I know we just
met and you made me feel amazing when we first met too. But with her it's like
magical, like I'm on some kind of wonderful drug, I can't even explain it, but
it's incredible. And the way she makes my pussy feel when she touches it. You
can't do that for me, and that's not a knock on you, no man out there could
make my pussy feel that good, a man just doesn't know how. But that all
doesn't mean that she's the one for me long-term either. So I'm just really
confused right now and I'm trying to figure some things out. I hope you can
stick with me through this, but again, I get it if you don't want to."

**

The next few days went by with things fairly peaceful as a whole in their
household. Rory and Paula were getting along well without any kinds of
arguments. The spark that should be there with a married couple wasn't there,
though. Rory figured that would start to come back with time. Eventually Paula
would come to her senses that a lesbian relationship with a woman that
wrestled men for a living wasn't the best long term plan for her. But he
wasn't a patient man and he thought tonight would be a good time to move that
along.

He looked at Paula sitting at the desk with her glasses on paying some bills.
She had an intelligent looking beauty to her when she wore those glasses. He
walked up behind her and put his arms over her shoulders, embracing her that
way. She affectionately put her hand on his forearm, it feeling so feminine
and soft.

"Hey baby," she said softly.

This was what it was meant to be like. This was the love he felt for this
woman that led to them getting married in the first place. It might take a
little bit of time for them to fully get back there but maybe that was how it
was meant to be. Because feeling the softness of her hand made him realize
that this was what he wanted and that he didn't need to be doing sessions with
Ava Adorable at all when he had Paula.

"Hey babe," he said as he moved in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, causing
her to giggle a bit. "What do you say tonight I get us a bottle of wine and
cook us a nice romantic dinner? Then we get in our pajamas and watch a movie
together?"

"Awe baby, that sounds so sweet. But I already made plans to go out with
Lindsay tonight." He roughly pulled his arms free from her and started to walk
away. "We can do another night," she suggested to him, when his back was
already turned to her, her tone dripping with just doing it to make be nice
and make him happy, and not sounding at all like she actually wanted to.

"You let me know when you want to do it," he said, still walking away from
her.

He would have loved to hear her say that tonight we be a great night and that
she'd cancel with Lindsay. Knowing that probably wasn't realistic, he would
have settled for hearing her suggest they do it tomorrow. But she said nothing
and he walked out of the office into the living room, sat on the far right
side of the couch, turned on the TV, and after flipping around a bit, he threw
the remote on the center cushion.

He sat there watching baseball thinking about how truly depressing it was
sitting on his couch by himself watching sports and when he heard Paula get up
and start walking around he couldn't help but hope that she was coming to tell
him she'd have dinner with him tonight. Instead, he heard her walk into the
bathroom and the shower turn on.

Right when he heard the shower turn off, he heard the doorbell ring. Just
great, he didn't even consider that Lindsay was going to be coming over here.
No way was he going to get up and answer the door, she could wait, although
she wasn't going to have to wait because he heard Paula's feet running across
the carpet towards the door, stomping more excitedly than he had heard in a
long time. He turned his head to see her not even looking at him, wearing
nothing but a towel, that she was holding to stay wrapped around covering from
just above her breasts to just below her ass. He quickly turned his head back
to the TV.

"Oh girl, you're greeting me in a towel," Lindsay said excitedly and when he
heard her walk inside he also heard her kicking off whatever she was wearing
on her feet. "Don't tempt me like that or I may just have to rip it off of
you."

"Linds!" she said in a playfully scolding way.

"Oh sorry, I didn't see your husband sitting over there. I'll save it for when
we're out. You gonna be long?"

"I won't I promise. I'm not one of those girls that takes forever to get
ready. You can go have a seat on the couch while you wait."

Lindsay walked right in front of him in front of the TV without looking at
him, this time a bit more dressed up than the previous time he saw her. She
wore tight jeans with no holes that look much nicer than the last time and a
dressy black tank-top. Once by him, she sat on the left far end of the couch.
She picked up the remote and still without looking at him, she began flipping
through the channels.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to be here long," she said, still not looking at
him as she continued to flip. "Once we're gone you can have all night to watch
your baseball."

She kicked out her legs and rested her bare feet on the table, right in his
field of vision. If someone had told him a few weeks ago that Ava Adorable
would be sitting in his living room with her bare feet on his coffee table, it
would have excited him, regardless of the reason why she was there. But Ava
Adorable didn't exist. She was a fictional character, created by Lindsay, to
satisfy the unique fetishes of guys like Rory who hadn't had any luck having
those satisfied in regular relationships. Lindsay's feet didn't even look like
Ava's did. The fact that this was the first time he saw those toenails without
nail polish on them was only part of the reason they looked different.
Whenever he saw Ava's feet they looked smooth and almost shiny but Ava
Adorable must have spent a lot of time prepping those feet with something
because now they didn't look that way at all. They looked like just regular,
dry, rugged feet, the kind of feet that made most people hate feet. They
didn't look any better than Paula's which made him wonder if maybe he should
have encouraged Paula to try and make her feet look nicer as opposed to just
going out and paying to slobber all over a pair of feet that plenty of other
guys were slobbering all over all of the time.

"Ready," he heard Paula say. He looked up at her, looking awfully good in a
tight, white t-shirt that made her boobs look good, and she wasn't looking at
him.

"You were quick, I'm impressed," Lindsay said as she got up and dropped the
remote back down on the couch. Both women left without looking at Rory or
saying goodbye, leaving him to watch baseball alone all night.

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