Carmen's 11th story about wrestling and boxing
by RNMEXGYM@aol.com  
Brief informative life reflections of my fighting life Part 10


by RNMEXGYM@aol.com please email me questions and comments. I am not looking
for opponents!!

This is being written entirely by me, Richard. Why? Well, last Sunday I found
a DVD of our boxing match in her closet. This DVD was not supposed to exist
according to her yet there it was. All I can tell you is that shit blew up
between us in grand fashion and now that we made up, and it was tense to say
the least, I asked Carmen's permission to write my true and uninterrupted
feelings about that boxing match, our life together and other feelings I have
that need to be written about for my OWN well being. Carmen will not see a
proof of this and you, the reader, and her will read it simultaneously. So
let's go at it since it may be a long one.

As you know I am Carmen's husband. Everything you want to read about me and
our relationship you can find in the other 10 stories so I will not waste my
time here reiterating any of that stuff. The reason I am writing is-----if you
read Carmen's other stuff you will know that she and I have boxed once. She
beat me easily and soundly and in such a way that she agrees she went
overboard. Physically I was in pain for three weeks, every time I took a deep
breath I felt as if a knife was going through me, I was bruised so badly in my
face that I took a week off of work which is something I never did in 15 plus
years of being a cop and involved in all kinds of violent altercations. We
spoke about it many times and in great detail and hearing her apologize for
being so "brutal" was all I needed to move on with our lives and recognize her
superiority when it comes to boxing and wrestling too. As a cop I have been in
a million fights with scumbags but a boxing match is totally different. We
fought in a ring at the local gym where she trains and I was promised up down
and sideways that there was no pictures or movie made of this incident. Last
Friday, 10/23/09 I happened across a DVD in her in a box in her closet, a box
SHE told me to look in for a missing key. As I opened the box she came bolting
in the door and knocked me to the bed and grabbed the box from me with the DVD
still in my hand and then grabbed the DVD. Well, a long story short, I of
course realized that there was something on that DVD and it was in fact a DVD
of that fight. A very long, and I mean very long and heated argument took
place after that- eventually I watched the entire fight, four times in fact,
and we still argued about the fact that she lied about the fight NOT being
filmed, and it got ugly. I knew in my heart of hearts that she felt badly and
I also knew she was so angry ( she never gets mad and certainly never this
mad) that she might have hit me at some point and that would have been bad on
every level possible and then some. Carmen and I hardly ever had a verbal
fight in all our years of marriage and dating. She is the sweetest human on
earth without a hint of temper or hate in her body. However, this fight was
our worst and she was angry, probably more at herself then me and I saw the
body language and the muscles in her outrageous body tighten and tense towards
me. At the end of the day we made up- it was actually Sunday when we made up
and a lot of doors slamming and separate drives in the car to get away from
one another during all of this. Since so many of our friends know about the
boxing match, as well as people on here, I wanted the opportunity to watch the
fight again, the 4th time in total, and narrate the fight and how I felt
during and after the fight and how after 2 weeks of sulking around here after
that boxing match we eventually made up and became lovers again. I think it is
important for my healing and for those who are in my situation to man up as it
were and face REALITY. If I can, as a cop, as a "macho" cop, then I know you
can. Car shares some f her emails with me and I know there are many men in my
situation, who have been either beaten by a woman in boxing or wrestling or
live with a woman who is physically superior. Some cannot deal with that I
know now from those emails while others can and others WANT TO. Carmen will
NOT see this until it is published, she also has made up to me for her lie in
a way only Carmen can. I love my wife, respect my wife, respect her physique
and muscles, respect her fighting skills ( which are FAR better now then when
we boxed) and am 100% dedicated to our marriage and children and satisfying
her in every way a man can. I love her!!!

We agreed to the boxing match just 3 weeks before we fought. I never boxed
before but god knows I have fought a million times in the streets. I knew she
was strong of course but being 40 lbs heavier, in great shape myself, 5 inches
taller and an experienced fighter I thought I would do what I had to do in the
ring in 1-2 rounds and then go home and fuck our brains out. Not the case. We
agreed to 12 rounds of 3 minutes per with 8 oz gloves, no headgear and
mouthpieces of course and this bulky groin protector for me and she wore
something down there too. At the time I had no idea how hard that really is. I
did no training beforehand figuring based on me being a man, (yes despite she
having choked me out with ease in wrestling several times and despite her
years of gymnastic training, strength and muscles) . For the fight I wore
black gym shorts and she wore a red sports bra and with those scrumptious D
cup tits that are SOLID as a rock with red long boxing shorts with her name on
it and she looked amazing and would have been happy fucking her right there
and to to hell with the fight. Getting dressed in our own rooms was surreal
since I never had my hands wrapped or anything like that before. I never
really had anything but a spontaneous fight in the streets so getting ready
for a fight was fucking weird. She came into my room before the fight already
sweating from warming up with the muscles in her awesome body already swelling
and her nipples well I just wanted to pinch them and see the special
expression she gets on her face when I do that and fuck her but she walked
over looking serious with her hands gloved and asked me if I still wanted to
fight. She was serious! I looked into her eyes and said YES but was not sure
to be honest. She put her gloved hands over my shoulders and with her
beautiful mouth inches from mine said " OK baby but I am serious in the ring
and the only way this fight will end is if one of us is knocked out or quits
so it is OK if you quit" and she said the OK if you quit very slowly to make
sure I understood it. I was angry about that. So I slapped her pretty hard on
her 8 pak abs and said "fuck you, I will teach you that experience and manhood
will teach you a lesson baby" she did not flinch from the ab slap and kept her
position and said " remember you can quit and I will always LOVE YOU" and she
kissed me and turned and left. As she walked away her words rang in my ear and
seeing her broad shoulders a V shaped back walk away with each muscle in her
back rippling as she walked away was seriously gorgeous to see. I would see
her next in the ring. Carmen always had 2 bodies in one for me. When she
seduces me during the week she is this sexy, intelligent, vibrant, gorgeously
sexy wife with this big set of hard firm tits and hard body and on other
nights she is this dangerous athlete with buldging muscles everywhere with an
8 pak of abs that are the envy of every place and everyone we go. Again,
walking away from me in that lockeroom I saw those back muscles RIPPED in her
back with every step she took and was wondering what the fuck I got myself
into and what was going to happen and then I said to myself- calm down, just
punch her a few times hard in the face and she'll quit.

Maybe 50 people there early that morning and I felt awkward in the ring as I
watched her jab and warm up and noticed how incredibly fast she was punching
the air. She looked like she belonged in the ring and those gloves melded into
her body like they belonged . I tried doing the same but knew it looked
different. I did a few minutes of "warm up" and those gloves felt like 10 lb
weights on my hand! The ref, a guy I knew, brought us to the center of the
ring and gave us directions but I heard little of it as I could only see her
steely eyes and the sweat dripping off her head and chest. She sweats a lot
and easily. This is not the Carmen I know, the one who cooks for me, takes
care of me and the kids, who seduces me, who just last night was sucking my
cock and sucking each and every drop of cum in her mouth and swallowed it all
with that smile of her's but Carmen the fighter, the focused and dangerously
strong athlete. When I looked down I saw her abs which I have to say went from
this sexy incredible body part to a scary armored plated thing that concerned
me. Seeing her gloves attached to these vascular forearms and then those damn
buldges of biceps was CERTAINLY intimidating but I tried to keep my head about
it. In the back of my miond, OK in the front, I knew she was stronger then me
at this point based on how easy she choked me out hose times and would carry
me into the bed and that is WHY I was boxing her now! Release the demons. We
touched gloves and again she says ---- REMEMBER it is OK to quit- I turned
back to my corner. I thought about this in a drop more detail and knew in my
heart that this lady has been doing gymnastics forever and is very strong and
has choked me out with ease several times and THAT is the reason I asked for
this boxing match- my only revenge for her choking me out those times was to
even the score with my street wise fists and punch her around the ring until
she quit so I can gain back some manhood. Turning back towards her and seeing
her get instructions whispered into her ears by her trainer I had a bad
feeling. Can't explain it but she looked huge, comfortable like natural like
she belonged in the ring and she knew the outcome already in some sick way. My
head was swimming with thoughts.

Ring bell Round 1- I walked towards her and immediately noticed I did not see
anywhere really of an opening to hit- she had her elbows covering her body and
her gloves were high protecting her face. I actually thought at that moment
she was scared of me so she was covering up which me feel great. So
instinctively, I let loose with a 4 punch wild combo trying to hit something
and the first punch hit her gloves and the next three her arms and elbows. I
noticed she barely moved from these punches and was thinking to myself like
what he fuck is going on at least the force of the blows should have moved her
but it didn't. Meantime she smiles back and starts to move her head back and
forth as I throw 6 more punches and all I hit is the air. Seeing her muscles
contract was obvious but did not bother me figuring she would never be able to
take my shots. I thought, wow she is really good on defense but once I hit her
a few times and knock her on her ass she'll quit and we can go home and I can
regain my manhood after being choked out so many times. So here we are seconds
into the fight and I am actually a drop winded and sweating and nothing to
show for it. Next thing I feel is a stinging pain on both my body. It was like
an electric shock! I barely saw any of those punches but from viewing the DVD
she hit me with 2 rapidly quick hooks to my ribs and 2 left jabs to my face
that felt like a 200lb guy punched me in the face. Really fucked up feeling
knowing you are in pain and bleeding w/o ever seeing the punch. I backed up a
drop to get my head back and touched my nose to see the blood into this and
was pissed off as I saw her smiling again. Mentally I knew how hard I was just
hit but thinking this can not be from her. I walked towards her ready to throw
MY KO punch since I was getting pissed the fuck off and stop this bullshit
when I see a blur of red coming my way and unable to get out of the way find
myself on my ass looking up at her. She knocked me down with a left hook to my
jaw!! I suddenly found my self on my ass on the mat not sure what happened. I
did not feel pain immediately more like a shock out of nowhere. Seeing the
punch on DVD I saw it was flush to my jaw. She stood over me and actually
looked upset and put her hand out to help me up- meantime I was so angry I
could have killed her. She put her hand out to help me up and all I saw was
the glove and her fucking tits I swear to god. I pushed her hand away and told
her to go fuck herself and got up on slightly wobbly legs. Once the ref
cleaned my gloves I ran into her and pushed her into the ropes and started or
tried to at least throwing as many punches as I could into her body. I was so
angry being knocked down and wobbled I went crazy trying to throw as many
punches at her and end this bullshit now. On the DVD you can see she blocked
90% and the others were doing nothing as she is to fucking strong from decades
of gymnastics. I did land 4-5 shots to her abs but those mothers are I am
telling you as hard as concrete and they did nothing- when I tried to hit her
ribs she blocked them all. She grabbed my arm and spun me around with ease and
landed an uppercut to my solar plexus and 2 more hooks to my ribs and after
those shots actually put her shoulder into me to keep me still and did not
punch for anther 5 or so seconds as the round ended. I stood there after she
melted my stomach with those shots thinking , this fucking bitch is KEEPING me
up on her shoulder and NOT punching me on purpose? Does she feel pity on me?
Could she punch more or is she tired? She was, but I did not know it at the
time, showing mercy. As she kept her shoulder on my chest I smelled her
perfume and that smell really messed me up for a few seconds thinking to the
seductive sexy Carmen but here I am getting the fuck beaten out of me by her.
Once the bell rang she stood chest to chest with me and drenched in sweat
dripping down her face but hardly breathing vs me who was also drenched but
breathing like I just chased 4 scumbags down an alley whispered " Richard
remember it is OK to quit I will always love you" I told her to shut the fuck
up and fight and pushed her out of the way and walked to my waiting stool. I
sat there sucking in air and listened to instructions from some trainer I
never met. Staying away was NOT my strategy despite his instructions. She sat
there on her stool looking calm and actually happy and relaxed. My chest was
heaving air, my body felt sore and I felt my top lip swelling and bleeding
into my mouth. I felt scared and mad at the same time. I wanted revenge badly.

Round 2- Bell rings- She stood up and walked slowly towards me moving with a
rhythym I do not have and pounding her gloves together but smiling too and I
walked briskly towards her and throw another looping overhand right to break
this bitch in two but she easily moved away. She put her gloves by her side
and tells me to relax and concentrate and as she does that I landed my best
punch of the fight- a strait right hand to her fucking mouth that got her
attention and it felt great, finally. She smiled again and got back in her
stance and starts moving towards me bobbing her head back and forth and I was
trying to time it when she let loose with a left hook to my face followed by a
strait right then 4 of the fastest hooks ever to hit my body or anyone else's
for that matter and that stinging pain is ripping through my body now. Again I
start to retreat out of instinct but she is following me and I was clueless
what to do next as I bounced off the ropes into an uppercut to my solar plexus
and I dropped like a dead body and was rolling around the mat in significant
pain. Watching the DVD I saw her doing this without much effort but with
pinpoint accuracy and a strength I never knew she had and none I ever
experienced. I also saw her "killing my body" as they say knowing as I watched
the DVD she could have done the same to my head and knocked me out cold- I
have to admit this!!! I was never hit so many times in a row by anyone and I
have been in a million scraps with scumbags as a cop. Seeing that punch hit my
unprotected body was gruesome the 4x I watched the DVD. They let me do that (
stay on the mat) for 17 seconds without stopping the fight b/c it was to end
in either UNCONSCIOUS KO or quitting. The ref asked me several times if I had
enough and I was barely able to respond verbally but with my hands it was
clear I was not quitting. I eventually stood up but saw she was not coming
towards me- again showing mercy. So I walked towards her but was barely able
to throw anything meaningful plus those fucking gloves weigh a TON when you
are not used to it. My stomach hurt like the worst stomach virus I ever had.
The pain came in waves. Bell rang end of round! I walked to my corner feeling
like SHIT. My left eye was swollen as was my top lip, bleeding a little from
my nose and a pain in my body that was so terrible it felt like I was stabbed
and I now that pain b/c I was stabbed 2x on duty. I was winded and exhausted
beyond anything and I sat there staring at her knowing I could not win this
match but FUCK her I was not going to quit either and I WILL knock her the
fuck out and take her home as the Man and fuck her all night long like I used
to. I sat there wondering what is happening to my life, can my wife actually
be doing this to me, and with ease? Is she liking it? Will our lives change?
Will I divorce her? Will she cheat on me even more which would drive me crazy
as it does now to be honest""hear me Carmen? A mix of emotions especially when
I looked across the ring at this beautiful woman I love, her face is a miracle
of beauty even with her hair in a bun and sweating buckets. She was breathing
lightly and with her eyes I know she was telling me to quit.

Round 3- Getting off the stool was not easy. My jaw hurt, body was sore, face
is swelling and I know I cannot stop her. Meantime she is off her stool and
dancing on her toes in front of me- those big solid tits are bouncing up and
down almost like targets and she is throwing jabs in my face like I was some
kind of practice dummy or something and smiling as she is. She had a rhythym
to her punches and a smirk on her face as she threw these punches into my face
I could not stop- simply could not protect myself. They hurt! She was punching
me at will and clearly enjoying it seeing my head jerk back, the bruising
getting more intense and my manhood being punched out of me- that is EXACTLY
the way I felt Carmen, OK? Seeing the DVD and seeing your right hand low and
just dancing around me jabbing me so hard and so easily and seeing those big
tits bounce and the muscles in your chest contract and well it was not a
pretty site and am glad NOBODY has seen this DVD except us!!Never knew this
but I felt my lips getting swollen and now my other eye is shutting on me and
I could not stop her. I would see the muscles in her arm contracting but she
was so fast I could not protect myself especially since those gloves seemed so
damn heavy to me. I had no idea that boxing was so aerobically challenging.
Each jab jerked my head back like a bobble head doll. After 13 of these shots,
yes 13-0, she stops and is looking at me up and down and again stops, puts her
arms down and tells me to quit but I brushed my gloves off at her which meant
FUCK you. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say well I tried , and with her
left glove waved me over and I followed her to the ropes . As I walked over
she walked backwards until her back was against the ring post. I figured I had
her now stuck and cornered like one of my perps. I am telling you I was never
so tired and never breathed so hard. I planted my feet and for the next 48
seconds I ripped her with everything I had and I mean everything. Again,
seeing the DVD she blocked 90% of them as I punched away like a madman with
gritted teeth . I was so fucking tired I just leaned against her and rested my
head on her shoulders and she lightly punched my abs easy at first and with
each punch I gasped as the little air I had in my lungs was being punched out
and weaker I got and then after a few more seconds she gently and gracefully
moved her body position slightly and ripped and when I say ripped it was an
explosion of power 2 hard body hooks again to my abs and my mouthpiece fell
from my mouth and I took a knee but I could not move with that SICKENING
feeling waving thru my body and an exhaustion that was unbelievable. Watching
the DVD the sickening sound those punches made when they hit was horrible. She
killed me with those 2 punches plus I was exhausted. She patted my head like a
dog as I took the knee and went to a neutral corner as again the fucking ref
asked me if I wanted to quit. I stood up, or at least my version of standing
since I could not really stand strait due to the fucking pain, at 26 seconds
and looked across the ring praying to hear a bell but nothing. Meanwhile the
crowd of 50 or so were laughing, screaming at me to get up, calling me all
kinds of names like pussy boy, faggot, shit face as I heard on the DVD but was
unaware at the time since the pain was taking over. When I did get up I walked
towards her and was greeted by a TRIPLE jab to my face and a mercifully soft
strait right and I saw the room spinning and heard the bell ring. MY BELL was
rung and I was in dreamland for a few seconds. I think I may have saw the
first punch coming but never the others and on the DVD it looked gruesome in
some ways with my stationary face as a target and her well balanced punches
with her sweat laced muscular body using me as a punching bag. Sitting on my
stool the trainer told me to quit b/c she is going to kill me he said- I
looked up at him but said nothing. Both eyes swollen purple, both lips looking
like I had bad collagen, welts on my body and sooooooo tired beyond belief. I
was scared I can admit now. Really was. No anger in my body just pain and
scared knowing the FACT of life that my beautiful wife is toying with me and
was from round one. Looking over at her drenched in sweat, my blood on her
right shoulder, muscles pumped and when she stood up and took a deep breath oh
my fucking god those abs are just scary as shit. I held my gloved hands over
my body to try to help with the pain but it did not help. Also, having my eyes
swelling shut did not help either and tasting my own blood and having
difficulty breathing between my sore ribs and exhaustion ... ..maybe she was
going to kill me but I was never going to quit

Round 4- barely got off the stool. I carefully walked over to her and threw a
horrible jab that she dodged with her head and answered back with a monster
jab of her own that hurt. I was angry, on auto survival pilot mode and fucking
mad. She clinched me and when she did I knew I could not break it, just knew
it and told me to quit now before she hurts me and I told her and I regret
saying it "fuck you beaner I will fuck you up and send you back to fucking
Mexico". Beaner is a derogatory word for Mexican. Besides her being a natural
born American it was a bad thing to say to her. She pushes me off her and
landed a lightening 4 punch combination ( left hook to jaw and mouthpiece went
flying, strait right to chest that hurts just writing about and 2 more hooks
to my already red inflamed ribs. I pitched forward doubled over and back
peddled to the corner and she followed------- next few seconds were pretty
gruesome to experience and equally so to watch 4x- I was in survival mode as I
retreated and saw in her eyes a seriousness and purpose I never saw before.
She looked huge to me with her broad shoulders bobbing and weaving and those
damn biceps pumped up like softballs. I tried to cover my face figuring she
was going to break something for sure and she did the following---she planted
her feet and threw an uppercut into the center of my belly and twisted and
leveraged her body with all of her strength, anger, muscles and training and I
am NOT exaggerating this one iota because I saw it on the DVD and saw it four
fucking times and had no idea it happened to me during the damn fight when I
tell you with that one punch lifted me 2 inches OFF my feet and kept her glove
in m y belly as I collapsed on her shoulder and the only thing holding me up
was her fist and my head on her shoulder- she held me like that for 20 seconds
which is an eternity as the ref slapped at her arm and told her to move off
me. On the DVD you can see all the muscle fibers in that arm holding me up as
the glove still in my gut and my head dangling on her shoulder. When she
released me I slumped to the canvas in a pain, a pain that I can not describe
as she yelled at me in Spanish. The bell rang. At that point the trainer ran
over and helping me picked me and sat me down on the stool but I was unable to
talk and was still doubled over. He told me I had to quit or he will walk
away. I did not answer and he sure enough walked away from me. Across the ring
she stood there shifting her weight from her left to her right foot pounding
her gloves into one another. I was a mess and useless but was not going to
quit. The ref came over to me and said this will be the last round b/c she is
going to kill you buddy. My stomach was gone, I felt nausea, sick, weak,
swollen and bloody. The worst. She was basically untouched. She looked like
one of those steroid bodybuilders, I mean what I saw both live and on the DVD
was EVERY muscle defined and pumped and a look on her face that was scary-
even watching it 4x scared me.

Round 5- I stood up and did not bother to walk over to her since she was
coming my way. I figured I had a few more shots left and was timing her as she
walked over and as she did I threw the hardest punch I could an overhand right
which she caught on her forearms. She pivoted me around and not that I saw any
of these punches during the fight but on DVD---- she throws a right hook flush
to my jaw and I fall back against the ring post and you can see that that one
punch knocked me out b/c you can see my eyes roll back in my head and was
going down but before my ass hit the canvas she landed a VERY VERY VERY sick
left hook to my jaw followed by a right hook when I was 3/4 down already.
Seeing my head jerk from right to left so fast and violently it is amazing I
don't have neck problems right now b/c it should have pulled or ripped
something for sure. The force of the last blow dropped me and spun me around
once on the mat where I was unconscious on my back. This is painful to write
about but am doing so for the greater good- Mostly mine as it is allowing me
to get LL of my feelings out- allowing me to tell Carmen ALLof my inner
feelings on here without interruption and hopefully getting through to other
men in my position or similar ones. Anyways, The ref put his hands on her
chest to move her back but an inch she was not moving as she looked down at me
said something in Spanish I cannot repeat and all you heard was screaming and
clapping from speactators. I was unconscious 1 minute and 4 seconds before
smelling salts applied as she posed and walked around the ring flexing and
talking to people many of whom were in the ring walking around me like I was a
piece of shit. It fucking pisses me off to watch that part. When I opened my
eyes I was in more pain then I could ever imagine, barely able to see out of
my swollen eyes, my jaw hurt, my body hurt and I did not want to stand up. I
could not stand up to be honest. I never felt this sick before. I was in bad
shape in every way possible. A doctor, a female doctor no less, that works
with Carmen at the hospital , was in the crowd and although just a
pediatrician it was better then nothing. She leaned over and told someone to
get a stretcher and take me to the hospital. I freaked out- NO FUCKING way was
I going there to be seen by a fellow cop or anyone else and I began to stand
up. Once I was standing Carmen got RIGHT in my face and even though she was
still angry with me based on my comments told me in NO uncertain way I going
to the hospital and within 20 minutes I was being wheeled into radiology. To
make a long story short there was nothing broken but very bruised and no
internal bleeding which is a miracle. Car and this female doctor made sure
things were done privately and quickly. I saw a number of doctors from
radiologists, neurologists, internists and all were amazed that I was beaten
so badly in a boxing match. Meantime Carmen was interacting with the doctors
the whole time and nobody knew it was her who did all this damage and they
naturally thought it was a man. I heard one doctor say " wow what happened to
that guy and Carmen said he was in a bad boxing match and the guy said shit
that guy must have been an animal and she laughed and said I guess so. I heard
the whole thing!! As I waited in some private room Carmen came in and closed
the door and we had a little talk of what occurred. I could barely see her
through my swollen eyes and I was in so much pain even my fucking hair hurt! I
had a headache and they had me hooked up to IV . She was showered and wearing
this light brown top that was fit perfectly around her magnificent body, 1/4
sleeves around her still pumped arms and shorts. I did not think she would
show off her body like that in her own hospital but learned later she had a
light sweatshirt covering her top that she wore outside of the room I was in.
I was still a swollen mess and unshowered- just horrible. She sat on my bed
and I am telling you I was scared and she saw it. Again, admitting I was
scared is a tough thing to do in public but as you can see I am admitting and
telling EVERYTHING. She was calm and motherly and sweet. She held my hand and
told me I would be OK which I knew of course and I apologized for calling her
those terrible names. She put my hand on right bicep and I just knew NOT to
move it off or say anything and flexed and moved my hand on her bicep it for
at least 20 seconds without saying a word. I rubbed it and looked into her
eyes and I admit I cried. She did not say a word at first but that look in her
eyes was a combination of glee and I don't know screaming at me who is boss. I
hated that feeling. Whew this is tough to write about!!! She wiped away my
tears and lightly kissed my head and muttered she was sorry for "such a
terrible beating". Even hearing those words knowing what kind of shape I was
in and being spoken to like that was so fucking frustrating. The emotions and
pain of the day were a lot to bare. She told me to relax and how much she
loved me. She told me that she wanted to prove who is the better fighter and
who is stronger and that as long as I accepted these facts we are done and can
move on and be happy. I did not answer and covered my face with my hands and
asked her to leave. She pulled my hands away from my face and held them down
on the bed like she was pinning me which HURt and said " Richard,you have to
admit it IF you believe it that I am stronger and a better fighter. I
eventually said YES, but she wanted me to repeat the whole sentence. This is
so hard to write about!!! I did repeat the whole sentence and she held me
there for about 10 seconds after I repeated every word of it and said "good, I
am glad you admitted the obvious" and let me go. She stood up and leaned down
and with her tits on my chest whispered the following in my ear " Richard I
never want to beat the shit out of you again but will if I have to, accept the
fact that I can break you at ANY time and let's move on it is no big deal I
love you baby" she kissed my ear and put her right fist next to my jaw and
pushed on it slightly and said a little louder "accept the fact and let's move
on" She stood over me and neither of us spoke for a few seconds. Then from her
standing position she said " Richard,I took it easy on you as you probably
realized" and then grabbed my left hand off my face, where I put it again, and
she put it on her abs and flexed them, which if I was not so fucked up at that
moment I would have gotten hard, and said " you never came close to hurting me
baby" and walked out. That was not Carmen -like to be so in my face but
understand now that she wanted me to be perfectly clear what happened and who
is the boss in terms of boxing or physically at least. I got a chill when she
left.

I stayed the night in the hospital , THANK the Lord pain medications and slept
most of the time. Next day she picked me up and went home with her that next
day and we drove in silence and I barely spoke to her for 9 days. She helped
me into the car and was wearing a light sweatshirt and jeans and when we got
in the car she took off the sweatshirt and was wearing this white low cut
tanktop that I love so much with NO bra which is rare for her and this is the
kind of top that is so amazing on her body she never wears it out b/c it is
one of those things that a blind man would be forced to turn around and check
out. She does a double bicep flex and held it there forever and I stared and
did not say much besides- very nice but I am admitting here she loked bigger
and more intimidating to me then ever- I was not liking life at that moment.
Understand Carmen is the horniest woman on the planet, barely 2 days ever goes
by where we are not fucking each other or I am eating her out or she is giving
me that GREAT blowjob she can do so 9 days is an eternity. I was physically
still fucked and emotionally confused and PISSED off and no idea what to do
with the situation. Meantime she is working at her job, working out and doing
her thing. Doing a thing means cheating on me. I have to be very clear that
her cheating bothers the hell out of me- have to put that in writing OK? Yes,
I accept it Carmen but it depresses me sometimes.

I did not work b/c I was a fucking mess and brooding around the house. Finally
she had enough and when I was shaving one morning she came into the bathroom
and closed the door and locked it and said "we have to talk" and I said "not
now" and she said " that is NOT an option". She walked over to me wearing her
workout top that was yellow and tanktop with shorts. Have to mention this, the
tanktop said "magnificent 8" embroided on it which was for her 8 pak of abs-
sad thing it was not me who bought it or Carmen but some guy she cheated on me
bought it. Now everytime I see it Carmen knows I hate it but b/c she loves the
top and how it fits so tight and she gets so many compliments about it she
keeps it- Carmen, since you are reading this I want you to throw it in the
garbage b.c seeing it bothers me. Carmen, you know if I am writing this here
it really bothers me. You have enough similar tops to wear thank you very
much.- she was going to the gym of course. Anyways, She basically pushes me
against the door and we are chest to chest and she asks me "what he fuck is
going on here?" and asked me that question directly and sternly and I knew she
was very serious. Keep in mind I am still physically sore and of course my
head is screwed in backwards at that point. So I stammered and spit out
something stupid about not now ... she pushed her body into mine and asked if
I wanted to box again and raised her fists towards my face? I closed my eyes
waiting to be punched out of instinct and fear from our match but I did not
answer. How about wrestle,bitch and I felt her warm breath and body really
press into me and it hurt? I did not answer but saw her getting angry. I felt
her heart beating through her tits and on my chest. I tried pushing her off
but nothing I could not move her as she was leaning into me plus I was not
going to try to hard at that point and I was stuck. I told her I was confused
and not clear what to do. She asked what I was confused about? It is clear to
me, she said, that I beat the shit out of you and that is that. She stepped
back and took her top off and now we are chest to chest and I can feel her
hard nipples piercing my chest. She shook her head so her beautiful hair is
all over the place and she has this smirk onher face like she is just fucking
with me and getting into it. Understand we have always did a lot of very cool
role playing where she plays a whore and I am the cop arresting her or she is
the fighter after a match and I am the promoter who wont pay her and just a
ton of stuff so I now that smirk look of hers all to well EXCEPT ONE HING-
this is real and we are not role playing but still that smirk that I wanted to
slap off her face. She pulls down my shorts and takes my hand and puts it on
my erect cock and tells me and I mean orders me basically to jerk off and she
steps back 1/2 step and I start jerking for her as her hands are on her hips
and she is posing for e telling me very clearly how much stronger she is then
me and how she easily beat the crap out of me and when I say I exploded I mean
more fucking cum then I have ever seen before period. I explode all over her
abs and it went as high as her tits. I leaned back against the wall with hand
on my hard cock full of cum on my hands and she walks next to me and without
so much of a word but stillthat smirk which is now a full smile takes the
globs off and scoops it up and feeds it to me. She tells me to open my mouth
and I did and she was talking the whole time how cute I look eating my own cum
even though she looks better doing it. It was surreal that I just took it and
ate it all but I did. I felt confused still but fully accepting her wearing
the pants now and being in control. I was not sure at that point where it
would lead nd how much control she needed. I do know, Carmen, what I willand
willnot take no matter how good you are with your fists!! We spent the next 20
minutes or so talking in the bathroom with my mouth full of cum. She also took
my cum filled hand and smashed the remainder all over m y face. I TOOK IT ALL
AN STOOD THERE- just a fact. We spoke about the fight, her feelings and mine.
It was a relief to get it all out. Atthis point you know why I wanted to fight
her and she me. The results are a fact of life too at this point. She told me
to wash up and come into the bedroom b/c she wants to fuck me- she said it
just like that. Believe it or not despite her body and her sexuality and not
fucking her for so long I did not like being spoken to that way. Yes, there
are times I fuck her and times she fucks me and times we make LOVE but this
kind Carmen I felt like I was one of the men she takes when she cheats on me
and uses just for sex. So I walked into the bedroom and she was already in bed
and I stood there, with a damn erection, and told her all of my feelings. She
sat up on her elbows, and understand when she does her abs are flexed and
after what happened in the ring this is intimidating. She told me to to get in
bed now b/c I want to FUCK you NOW and I suggest you do it or that bruised
body may feel pain- she laughed out oud and jumped up and grabbed me and told
me she was kidding- I was not happy still- after a few kisses she assured me
she will never use force on me but still wanted to FUCK me now. Without the
gory details she was on top and fucked me for 30 of the best minutes of my
life- we always fucked for long periods of time often having at least 2
orgasms but this was different. She looked so in control, so peaceful, so
strong. She told me to keep my knees up and she leaned back and played with
her nipples as she controlled my cock with her "cunt muscles" that are
amazing, and her hips. She des this thing where she contracts her "cunt" in
some way where she can fuck me as hard and as beautiful as a woman who was
riding me- but that is another story I guess. She came so hard and was riding
me so hard up and down I thought the bed would break. From that moment until
last Sunday when I found the DVD we were PERFECTLY in love. Things were
different but OK. Liveable for sure and I thought over time would be back to
relative normal.

Finding the DVD changed things immediately- I felt betrayed that a DVD
existed. I was hurt, pissed, and very upset. We verbally fought hard and long
and it got heated. At one point in the kitchen she stood up after I poured my
heart out in complete honesty to her about this and she had the stupidity (
sorry Carmen but just keeping it real as YOU say) told me to stand up so she
can beat the shit out of me RIGHT HERE AND NOW and told me to put my hands up
and fight like the HALF A MAN I AM. That scene and comment came as close as
possible to having me leave her forever. Half a man? Is that what you think. I
stood there and told her to take her best shot. For several seconds it was a
standoff. I did not think she would but ya never know. She put her hands down
and walked outside for a good 15 minutes and came in and demanded we settle
this in the den by speaking. We did exactly that for a LONG time- apologies
given and accepted and tears shed- end of story ... for now.

I accept my wife's physical and fighting superiority. What else can I do short
of ending the relationship which is something neither of us want. I accept the
fact that she and I share the pants as it were but if push comes to shove SHE
wears them. I got it. I hate the fact that she cheats on me but I know I must
accept that too for now until she agrees to stop. I do not see that stopping
anytime soon to be honest. Why? Look, this woman has always received a lot of
attention for the obvious reasons but by losing some of that bulk and hanging
around places where there are a lot more men then women, i.e., gym and boxing
shit she does I just do not see this stopping soon.Carmen, I just do not want
it thrown in my face because I do not deserve it- OK?. I canot do anything
about it but please huh? Carmen, I see what YOU see my dear, when we go places
men staring at your tits and body and going nuts so give me a break?!! I
accept the fact that she is a better boxer then 6 months ago. She accepts the
fact that I am a man and need respect. I do Carmen. I am told I please her in
bed. I do EXACTLY what she wants me to which of course is my pleasure and I
love it. The new role playing is not my favorite, me dressing up for her is
NOT my thing, but it can be fun. Oh and by the way, to any friend reading this
and you know who you are- anytime and anywhere . TRUST ME I fought the best
and none of you are that so name the time or place and watch your mouths now
after you read this don't think to much of yourselves.

Carmen, I love you. You are beautiful in and out. I like the fact that you are
losing the gymnastic bulk. You are great in bed and nobody fucks like you. I
do wish I was the only man saying that and hope your cheating stops soon even
though you say I make more of it then what it is and you hardly do it, you
still were wearing that damn tanktop that the prick bought you from the surf
shop- lil scrawny prick I should add. I am dedicated to you Carmen.

So here are my true feelings for you and our friends to read . Always, Richard

PS- I was done with this letter so I thought- Carmen you may not like the
following but I have to say it- last night, Sunday, I heard her on the phone
with a g/f of hers I know but will not mention- Carmen was laughing and
talking about the fight and said, among other things " yes I am training him
right for sure" and then laughed "yes he looks at me differently b/c he knows
what I can do to him" "the sex is better for sure b/c he is down right scared
of me and worships my body more then before" and she said that with emphasis
and meaning "he is like my puppy dog in bed and does everything I say and
wants b/c he is afraid of getting smacked" plus she mentioned some guy "she
has her eye on" at work, she was laughing and agreeing with whatever that
bitch on the phone was saying. She even told her about feeding me my own cum
which is why I mentioned it above. Last thing and this is making me depressed
Carmen just so you know. I heard the whole conversation thank you very much- I
mean talking where you did was just stupid- YES STUPID!! When you told her
that the other night you pinned my arms behind my head when I was watching TV
and then you used your hand on me as you whispering how weak I was and the,
and I am quoting now, the scared little girl look I had on my face when you
whispered as you were jerking me "Richie I think I want to box you unconscious
again" ad then laughing with her as I "shot his load" as you said was as
FUCKED UP A STORY TO REPEAT TO HER AS THERE EVER WAS!!!!!! To be so brash as
to talk about me like that in my own house knowing it was possible for me to
hear is totally fucked up and I need to talk to her about this NOW. If this is
the way you feel Carmen maybe we have more serious problems then I thought. I
love you, I thought I needed you, I do worship you in every way but I WILL NOT
LIVE LIKE THIS- NO WAY AND NO FUCKING HOW.

Carmen, when you read this we will talk again. TALK ... .not fight. Love
Richard