Warning:This story contains f/f violence, mixed violence, adult language, and frank sexual themes. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read, by mature adults over the age of   twenty-one.

Author's Note: Twelve years later, it probably doesn't matter to anyone but the author, but even at the time I wrote it, I felt the original ending to this series was phony. Rereading it for the first time in many years, it grated even more. I added a new ending. Only the concluding sentence of the original material was deleted, and a new section added.

Marital Stress. Part 1. Tennis Anyone?
Marital Stress. Part 2. Trauma
Marital Stress. Part 3. Estrangement.
Marital Stress. Part 4. Feline Fury.
Marital Stress. Part 5. Rapprochement.
Marital Stress. Part 6. Conclusion. Second Encounters. (Revised)
 By
GW 
GW Page At The Valkyrie.
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

 Ellen opened her eyes and yawned, lazily. She was still half-asleep, and wondered. "Why am I so happy?" It was an unfamiliar feeling, lately. She was wrapped in Don's arms! She hugged him to make sure he was real. Ellen's strong arms squeezing his chest, quickly woke Don. His first thought mirrored Ellen's.

  "Thank God, it's really her!" Don glanced at the clock. "Oh hell! It's nine-thirty!" He muttered. "I should have been to work an hour ago. I better call Tracey and tell her to reschedule my appointments, until this afternoon!" Ellen sniffed, at mention of Don's snotty secretary. "Relax! I'll call Tracey for you!" She said sweetly. She sat up in bed and dialed. A moment later, she said, just as sweetly.

"Hi Tracey, this is Ellen!" Ellen had really scared the younger woman, yesterday. She'd been like a wild-eyed maniac. She convinced Tracey, she really would smash her head open, with the heavy paperweight, from her desk. Even over the phone, Tracey was still intimidated. "I told you everything I know, Ellen, honest! If Don wasn't at that gym, I don't know where he is. In fact, he didn't come into work today, and hasn't called in! I really don't know where he is!" Tracey babbled nervously.

Ellen interrupted, still sweetly, almost sickeningly so. "Oh, that's O. K. Trace! Actually, he's right here in bed, beside me, and asked me to call for him! He's too busy to talk right now!"

Actually, Don was very busy. He'd twisted around, so his face was between Ellen's big, thrusting breasts. "I never got to these last night!" He murmured, kissing a stiffening nipple. Ellen giggled, and put her hand over the receiver.

Tracey heard the giggle, and thought jealously. "Damn bitch!"

Her hand over the receiver, Ellen giggled. "You're tickling me! Let me finish this, then you can have as much of them as you want!" She kissed the top of Don's head, and put the phone back to her mouth. She was still half-giggling, though, as she told Tracey. "Don want's you to reschedule all his appointments for Thursday. He won't be in today at all, or tomorrow either!"

"Hey! I said this afternoon!" Don muttered. Ellen pressed his face against her fabulous bosom, muffling his protest. Don shrugged, and nibbled a delectable nipple. He whipped his tongue back and forth across the eager spike.

Ellen caught her breath, with a little moan, before she could finish the phone conversation. "Oh, and Tracey, tell your friend Myra: I'll be looking for her!" Ellen's tone was suddenly icy, as she said it, and hung up.

"What?" Don asked, suddenly concerned.

"Oh, nothing! Don't worry about it, Hon! Just girl talk!" Ellen looked down with guileless, big, blue eyes. "Just keep doing, what you're doing!"

Don was worried, but let it be, for now. There were more pressing things on his mind, and against his lips too. Ellen and Don spent most of the day together, either in bed, or exercising in the basement, hardly able to get enough of each other. In the afternoon, Don insisted Ellen take a nap, though. Things were catching up with her again, and she looked exhausted. He spent the time telephoning an acquaintance in the Police Department. He'd worked with Captain Daniels, on some consulting work for the department. He asked her, to checkout, Eric and Myra.

When Ellen woke up from her nap, she felt better, and they went out to a fancy restaurant for dinner. "I must look like a stumble-bum fighter!" Ellen moaned as she tried to cover her bruises with makeup.

"I never saw anyone so beautiful!" Don said, grinning in delight, just watching her move around the bedroom.

At dinner, Don told Ellen about his two conversations with Marie Daniels. "When she called back, she said she found Eric is wanted in another state for assault. She's having him picked up and arranging for extradition!" Ellen sighed in relief, but she saw the pain in Don's eye's when he mentioned Eric's name. Her affair had hurt him terribly!

"How could I have done it? I'll never forgive myself for that! No matter how angry and hurt I was!" She could tell, Don was doing his best to forgive and put it out of his mind, but the pain would be with him a very long time. Ellen shared his pain, and shyly put her hand out and touched his. "I'm so sorry!"

She said, tears in her eyes. "I guess a pig like that is it's own punishment" Don answered wryly, but a little maliciously too. Ellen knew how true, that was, though, better than anyone.

Then Don squeezed her hand hard, and smiled again. "Sorry! It doesn't matter! As long as you're here with me, tonight, I can't think of anything else, but how beautiful you are!"

"Sure! With a face like a pound of hamburger!"

After Don finished reassuring his beautiful wife, that a few bruises couldn't detract from radiant beauty, like hers, he went back to telling her about his conversation with Captain Daniels.

"Marie told me that Myra has been in trouble, too! She really hurt a couple of girls, but none of them would press charges."

"I guess, I don't blame them!" Ellen replied sadly. "I'd hate to have to testify in court, about the things, she did to me! It would be awful!"

"I know!" Don answered, seeing the horror in Ellen's eyes, and patting her hand across the table, again. "But, what I was getting at, is, please, please, just stay away from her!"

Ellen just stared stonily at him, without answering. Don knew he faced an uphill battle on that issue. For the rest of the week, the reunited lovers were like school kids, just discovering their love for the first time. They couldn't get enough of each other, but Don knew Ellen couldn't forget Myra. He'd catch her staring into space, hands clenched, teeth gritted. He knew the feeling too well, himself. Ellen was consumed by hatred for Myra. Even the thought of Eric raping her, didn't dwell in her mind as Myra did. That was horrible, enough, and she woke up at night sometimes remembering it, but she could live with it. It was over! Perhaps, because in her heart, she feared she brought it on herself for cheating on Don, and using the fat man to satisfy her own sexual needs, even though she despised him. He'd been using her too, but that didn't make it right. Eric had no standards, but hers were high, and she'd violated them. Maybe, too, she hoped it was some atonement for the pain she'd caused Don. Neither, could she ever forget the satisfying way, Don had exacted vengeance on Eric.

Eric had gotten his, but Myra hadn't! Myra! The thought of Myra ate into her vitals. How she hated that bitch! She knew Myra must still be queening it over the Health Spa, laughing and making jokes about what she'd done to Ellen. Ellen just couldn't forget being so scared of the nasty brunette, that she'd obediently eaten the bitch's pussy.

"God! How could I do that?" She just couldn't forgive herself, for that weakness. That Saturday morning, Ellen slipped quietly out of bed, early. Myra was always at the Spa early on Saturday mornings! She tried not to wake Don, but he opened his eyes a few minutes later, as she was dressing. He lazily watched her incredible body moving about, as she dressed. He noticed her putting on a heavy panty-girdle. She surely didn't need it, and never owned one. It must be new!

"What are you wearing that thing for, Miss Wasp-waist?" He tried to sound like he was kidding, but he knew why, and it scared him.

"Oh, I thought I was getting a little pudgy again!" Ellen answered, looking the other way.

"Yeah, sure you are! You're going to the Spa, aren't you?"

"It's something, I've got to do!" Her voice was grim and determined, as she put on an equally heavy bra. The bra actually seemed too big for her, and she stuffed some handkerchiefs, inside.

Worried as he was, Don couldn't help grinning. "I never thought I'd see you padding a bra!" Then he added, dead seriously. "Please don't, Ell, for the girls sake, and for mine?"

"When you ask me like that, there's nothing else in the world I'd refuse you, but Don, this is something, I have to do! I've got to! It's eating me up, inside!"

Don shook his head sadly. "Well, if you must, here take these!" He opened the bedside table and took out a paper bag.

"Oh presents?" Ellen looked in the bag, and found a number of cheap, heavy, costume- jewelry rings, and Don's driving gloves. They were still stained with drops of Eric's blood.

"What are these?" "Just put them on!" Don asked.

"Do you think I can't handle that bitch, and need to fight dirty?"

"I think you can do anything you set your mind to! In a fair fight, I'd bet on you against anybody!" He thought ruefully. "Me, included!" He went on, to Ellen. "But that bitch isn't going to fight fair! She'll do anything to win! I just want you to have every chance, if you must do this!" Then he added trying to smile. "Just remember one thing! I have a proprietary interest in that adorable pussy of yours! I don't want it damaged, again!"

"Does that mean, this belongs to me, too, then?" Ellen answered, and gave his penis a hard squeeze. "Oww!" Don yelped. "Well, nobody else, has ever used it!"

 "That's nice to know!" Ellen fervently wished, with her whole heart, she was still able to give Don the same assurance. Maybe it was guilt but she said.

"O. K. I'll wear them. Just be careful, I don't ever use them on you!"

"You never needed them on me!" Don said sheepishly. "Anyway, they're just a loan! I planned on taking them back after the fight!"

As Ellen put on a pair of jeans and sneakers, Don got out of bed, and started dressing, too. "Where do you think you're going?" Ellen asked, fastening the over-sized, brass buckle on the wide leather belt, she'd found in the back of Don's closet, yesterday.

"I'll drive you!" Don answered, eying her choice of belts, approvingly. "I won't interfere, and I'll wait outside, but there's no way you're going there alone!"

Ellen shrugged in resignation. She knew from Don's tone, this wasn't negotiable! Ellen might never admit it, but she was glad! Now that she'd resolved to go through with the fight, she was a little scared. Don's sympathetic support made her feel stronger. When they got to the Spa, Ellen took a deep breath and started to get out.

 Don grabbed her arm and pulled out the paper bag. "You forgot these!"

Ellen thought she'd successfully left the bag at home. She glared, but put the rings on, two for each finger, and over them, Don's driving gloves.

Ellen started to get out again, but Don grabbed her, one more time, and kissed her hard on the mouth. "For luck!" Then, he reluctantly let her go.

As Ellen walked into the Spa, she heard some snickers and saw some sneers from the few other women already there. "Shit!" She thought. "Everybody in the world must know, what, that bitch did to me!" The knowledge only stiffened her determination, making her coldly furious.

Ellen saw Tracey, trying to duck down, and keep out of her sight. She walked directly over to the snippy, little bitch and said. "Go find your friend Myra, and tell her to meet me in the back exercise room! She and I have some unfinished business!"

Tracey scurried off. From the look in Ellen's eye, she was glad, Ellen didn't have unfinished with her.

Ellen eyed Tracey' rapidly fleeing back and wondered if maybe she didn't have some other unfinished business. "Maybe, another time!"

Ellen walked into the smaller room. "This room is closed!" She said coldly, to the two women already there. They both scurried away as quickly as Tracey had, under Ellen's glaring eye.

"Well, at least I must look scary!" She thought, with a little sense of satisfaction. One of the women she'd intimidated was a former friend, one of the bitches, who laughed at her misery, the night Myra paraded her naked through the Spa, fingers up her pussy and anus. Ellen's face burned at the thought!

Once the other women left, Ellen tapped her foot nervously. She felt the hot wetness under her arms. "Easy, girl!" She told herself. "You can take her!" She clenched her fists determinedly. Even so, she felt butterflies in her stomach. The waiting was getting to her, but it wasn't long before the door opened, and Myra swaggered in.

Ellen squared her shoulders. "Well, if it isn't my little suck-slave, Ellie! I never expected to see you here again! I guess you liked the taste of my pussy, and came back for more, huh?" Myra smirked, arrogantly.

Ellen seethed. "Shut your filthy mouth, you bitch!"

"Or maybe it was my fist up your twat, you liked? That big gaping hole never got filled up before, maybe?" Myra kept on, smiling insolently.

Myra's taunts drove Ellen over the edge. She saw red, and flung herself at the smirking brunette. It was a mistake!

Ellen was so mad, she couldn't even see straight, and Myra adroitly side-stepped her wild charge. Myra stuck out her foot, and in her mad rush, Ellen tripped over it and went down. As Ellen fell, Myra's elbow smashed the back of her neck.

The next thing Ellen remembered, she was face down on the floor, with Myra sitting on the small of her back banging her head on the hard floor.

"You dumb, blond air-heads never learn, do you?" Myra cackled. As she one-handedly banged Ellen's head, Myra pulled the tail of Ellen's blouse out from of her jeans, and slid her other hand up Ellen's back to unsnap her bra.

"Oh God! The bitch wants to get at my boobs, again!" Ellen realized, bucking like a mad woman. Finally with her greater strength, she threw the smaller girl off.

As Ellen twisted around to get at Myra, the brunette kicked her in the face. When Tracey told her, Ellen was looking for her, Myra stopped long enough to change from sneakers, into a pair of work boots, a smaller version of Eric's heavy clodhoppers. The heavy toe landed on Ellen's chin. Ellen rolled over on her back in a daze.

Myra jumped up and grabbed two fistfuls of long, honeyed hair. She pulled Ellen up, and now her knee found the same spot on the blond's stubborn chin. A second later that knee found Ellen's crotch. Myra flung Ellen against the wall. As the sturdy blond bounced off, Myra hit her with two punches, one on each side of her face. Ellen tottered drunkenly. Myra flung her down on the floor.

Ellen landed on her aching back. There was hardly a spot on her body, that wasn't still tender from last week. Myra stamped on Ellen's belly. Luckily her foot landed on the heavy, brass belt buckle, but it still drove the breath from Ellen's lungs. Myra looked down triumphantly, and kicked the gasping blond in the side of the head.

Myra kicked her head a second time, and Ellen tried to roll out of the way, but that allowed Myra to kick her back and kidneys, over and over, with brutal force.

"Ahhh!" Ellen cried out, and rolled the other way, only to expose the front of her body. Myra's heavy work boot repeatedly whumped into her belly and breasts.

"Oooh! She's going to kill me!" The padded bra and heavy girdle did her precious little good. "Next time, I'll wear boots like Myra, instead of these damn useless sneakers!"

Half-conscious, Ellen wondered how she could face a next time, or if there'd ever be a next time. If Myra won, she might cripple her or kill her, this time.

"Oh, what about Don and the girls? Oh why, did I ever start this?"

Myra finally stopped kicking her, and contemptuously toed Ellen over on her back. Ellen nearly passed out. She tried to move, but she couldn't, anymore!

Myra would have her again, for sure, if she didn't have her, already. Myra saw the scared look in Ellen's eyes. Myra didn't know, or care, if it was fear for her family, more than herself. It was there, anyway! Myra knelt down, and ripped open the buttons of Ellen's blouse. She pulled the unhooked bra off Ellen's bosom. Ellen's big, gorgeous boobs tumbled out, trembling apprehensively. Her sharp nipples stiffened in fear.

Myra saw the handkerchiefs stuffed in her bra. "Did you think these, were gonna protect your big, fat tits from my claws, you stupid little wuss?" Myra sneered, and vindictively clawed Ellen's breast.

The pain from four bloody furrows on her creamy flesh, at least brought Ellen back to her senses. She wasn't even sure, now, that was a good thing.

Myra laughed in delight at the drops of blood on Ellen's opulent bosom. "Hmm. Should I have you eat my asshole with that pretty, little, pink tongue, of yours, this time?" She chortled.

Ellen felt a thrill of panic, knowing the bitch would make her do it, if she could. Myra fumbled with the buckle of Ellen's belt.

"Oh God! She's going to strip me naked!" Ellen thought, in panic. She had to do SOMETHING! How could she live with another disastrous defeat from this vicious bitch? She was still too weak to move, though.

"How can I ever face Don, if she beats me up and rapes me, again?" He'd still love her just as much, but she couldn't stand the thought of him pitying her, like some brainless, little wimp.

"Maybe after you eat out my behind, I'll get a pool cue, and stick it up your ass, like your husband did to Eric! The fat slob was still blubbering like a baby, when he got to my apartment that night!"

The thought of Eric blubbering, was at least some consolation, to Ellen. She thought of Don standing over Eric like an avenging angel, and it gave her courage.

"If Don came back, and did that, so can I!" Ellen gritted her teeth with renewed determination. "But How?"

Myra leaned over her, grinning in her face. How Ellen hated her! Ellen always had a horror of punching anyone in the face. Don's gloves and rings hadn't done her any good in the fight. Then she remembered the night she punched Don's face bloody. She'd done her best to forget that, but sometimes she had nightmares about it.

"Goddam it! If I did that to Don, I can sure hit this bitch!" Without warning, Ellen swung her right fist, and punched Myra on the jaw. She couldn't get much leverage behind it, but her weighted fist knocked Myra away from her.

Ellen sat up and swung again. This time, she connected solidly with Myra's jaw, and knocked the brunette bitch over on her back. Hitting Myra the second time had been easier, even satisfying. Ellen felt new adrenalin pumping through her battered body. She jumped on top of Myra, and smacked her fists into Myra's face.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ellen's long blond hair, and big, naked breasts bounced around, as she punched. The big, blond amazon on top of her, with wildly swinging fists, scared the shit out of Myra, now. Where was the wimpy, little housewife from last week? This was a honey-haired tigress, with blood in her eye!

"No, no! No more! Myra whimpered, as Ellen pounded her face to pulp. "I give! I give!"

Ellen looked down in disgust. For a week, she'd dreamed of all the things she'd do to this miserable bitch, to get even. Now, she saw Myra for the pathetic loser, she was. She just wanted to get the miserable tramp out of her sight. Ellen stood up, slowly, because it hurt so to move. The hurt didn't stop her! She grabbed a fistful of Myra's leotard and pulled her face up close.

"Listen to me, Bitch! I don't ever want to see you here, again! I want you out of town! Go find Eric, so you and he can be together! Two miserable pigs like you deserve each other! Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, yes! I'll leave!" Myra promised, and started sobbing. Ellen flung her away in disgust. She felt empty, inside. She felt tears running down her own face, and angrily swiped them away, with a bloody glove. She pulled her bra back up, and reached behind to fasten it. The pain in her aching arms and shoulders was terrible, and she moaned, a little.

Just one more thing, she had to do! Ellen grabbed Myra by the hair, and dragged the sobbing brunette out of the room. There was a knot of nosy women standing outside, listening.

Ellen knew they'd be there! "Lousy vultures!" She slung Myra down in front of them, and grabbed the neck of her leotard, again. She pulled Myra up far enough, and contemptuously slapped her face back and forth, in front of the ogling bitches . Then she dropped the beaten brunette, as though she were some disgusting piece of garbage.

Ellen turned on her heel, and walked out. Every place on her body hurt, and it took every ounce of her courage, but she threw back her shoulders, and strode away, with tigerish grace. As soon as she was out of their sight, she fell against the wall, almost ready to pass out. She felt sick to her stomach.

 "Thank God I skipped breakfast!"

Leaning against the wall, Ellen felt a new stab of pain, she hadn't felt until now. "Oh God! I was just getting over the pain from last week!"

It took the trembling blond a few moments to get her breath. "Don must be beside himself!" Ellen stumbled the rest of the way to the front door.

At the door, Ellen paused again, to get a grip on herself. "Can't let Don see me, like this!" Ellen gritted her teeth in pain. She pushed her way through the door. She saw Don standing by the car, nervously tapping his foot, anxiously watching the door for her.

Ellen began to swagger, just a little. "I did it!" She'd never forget, what Myra did to her that other time, but she could live with herself, now! It was something to put behind her.

Don knew his wife won; she walked like a conquering queen. "Thank God!" It was a prayer, of relief. He knew she was hurt, though. She couldn't quite hide that, hard as she tried. Don didn't know how he restrained himself. He wanted to rush to her. It took all his self-control, but he waited for her, by the car.

As soon as Ellen reached him, though, Don grabbed her in his arms.

"Not so hard!" Ellen gasped.

"Are you all right?"

"I won!" Ellen said proudly, not answering his question, but she let herself go limp against his hard body.

"I know! Congratulations, Champ!" Don murmured hoarsely, a lump in his throat. He kissed Ellen lightly, on the mouth, and tasted a drop of blood, thinking. "You stubborn, beautiful hardhead!"

"How did you know I won? Ellen asked, managing a little grin.

"Because I know you!" He answered, and she heard the pride in his voice. Don kissed her again, and got her in the car, wanting to get her home, before she collapsed. Driving home, still worried, Don couldn't help asking, again.

"Did she hurt you?"

"I can handle it!" Ellen snapped.

"I didn't ask you that! I know you can handle it, Superwoman! Did she hurt you?"

"Yes, if you must know!" Ellen finally admitted, after a long pause.

"Bad?"
"Yes!" Don patted her hand.

As they talked, Ellen took Don's gloves off, and stuck them in his jacket pocket. She started to take the rings off, and drop them in, too.

"I'll tell you a secret!" She said. "If you promise never, ever, to tease me about it?"

"I promise!" He'd promise her anything, right now.

"I don't think, I could have won, without these! Thank you!"

Ellen's voice was so serious, Don knew the fight had been awfully close. He glanced over, and saw new bruises, starting to discolor her beautiful face. He patted her hand, again, and she picked it up and kissed it. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and in a few seconds was asleep. At a stoplight, Don leaned over and kissed the top of her honey-haired head. He was still worried sick about her injuries, but somehow he'd never been so proud of her, since that day, he held her hand, while she bore the twins by natural childbirth.

One night, much, much later, lying in bed together, Ellen would tell Don a somewhat edited version of the fight. Guiltily, in spite of his loyalty, Don would get a little turned on hearing about Ellen lying helpless, and scared, on the floor, while Myra ripped her bra off, of her. He wouldn't feel quite such a miserable heel, knowing his Tigress had come back and beat the crap out of the bitch! He never guessed, that Ellen only told him the story, to turn him on. He was thankful, though, she never told him anything, about the first fight.

The girls came home, and started back to school, and Ellen went back teaching. Most of her injuries had healed, although there were still a few fading bruises, on her shapely body. It seemed they had gone back to their old normal life. The avenging tigress, became, with incredible grace, the loving wife and mother, the gifted teacher and the competent homemaker, once more. On the surface, Ellen and Don were happy as a pair of honeymooners, but they both knew, there was an unspoken shadow between them.

It was almost three weeks, after Ellen's second fight with Myra. The girls were asleep; Ellen and Don were getting ready for bed. Ellen had taken off her clothes, but hadn't put on her nightgown, yet. Don had just put on his pajama bottoms. Ellen sat on the bed, her nude body gleaming, a lock of honey hair falling sexily over one eye.

Ellen took a deep breath. "Don, how would you like to wrestle me again?"

Don gulped. This was a moment he knew must come. He'd dreaded it, though. Despite everything, his self-confidence was still shaky. Even after a summer of strenuous exercise and exertion, even after he'd beaten Eric, he still feared another contest with Ellen. If he she beat him again, could he live with himself? Could he face it like a man?

Don took a deep breath, and squared his shoulders. "Sure Honey! If you'd like!" His voice was elaborately nonchalant, but Ellen saw his hesitation.

"Oh shit! Everything was going great! What if I beat him, and he gets mad again. I don't know what I'll do? Well, I started it! I guess I've got to go through with it!"

The possibility of purposely letting Don beat her, never entered Ellen's head.

Don took off the pajamas, slowly, not very anxious to start. Finally, he was ready. Ellen got off the bed and faced him.

They circled warily for a moment. Then, in spite of her concerns, Ellen attacked like a tigress, giving no quarter, at all. She swept her hesitant husband right off his feet. She was all over him, like a whirlwind. Before Don could bring his greater strength to bear, Ellen had him down on the floor wrapped up in a double hold. His arm was twisted awkwardly and locked between the twin levers of her arms, and his leg caught between her muscular thighs.

Don may have learned some new things, that summer, but the bestial Eric had taught Ellen a lot, too, even if the price of the lessons had been obscenely high. On the floor, Ellen's greater wrestling skill more than made up for Don's greater strength. It was too late to do much about it now, but he never should have let her get him down here. Standing, he might have used some judo holds, he'd learned to soften her up.

Don knew, whatever boxing he'd picked up was useless. He could never hit Ellen with his fists, again. He would never forget the way her face looked, that day, he punched her in the stomach, at the gym. Don finally managed to wriggle his way out of Ellen's hold. As soon as he did, though, she wrapped both her legs around his right calve, trapping it painfully. She poured on the pressure. Don groaned in pain. His groans got louder, and Ellen was afraid they'd wake the children.

Ellen let go, and Don tried to sit up to rub his sore leg, but Ellen ruthlessly pushed him over on his face. She pounced on his back, and that incredibly sexy body pressed him down flat. She grape-vined his legs, and a moment later, she hooked both hands under his chin. Don realized just how strong Ellen was, when she jerked upward, bending his back almost in two.

"I'd rather have a six-hundred pound gorilla on my back!" He thought, knowing the price he'd pay, if he ever said THAT, out loud. Ellen finally had to let him go, when his groans got too loud, again.

"I guess the only way, I'm going to beat her, is to groan as loud as I can!" Don thought, in disgust at getting out of the hold that way. Ellen grabbed him around the neck, and locked his face against her chest. She squeezed his neck so hard, Don thought it would snap. It occurred to him, he was damn lucky those big, incredible breasts were cushioning his face from those rigidly-hard, chest muscles, or he'd really be in trouble. Well, in a lot more trouble! He wished those big breasts could cushion his neck, from those gorilla arms, too. Of course, these incredible breasts also muffled his renewed groans, very effectively. He suspected Ellen had thought of that, already.

 "That's why she chose this hold, so I couldn't groan my way out of it!" Don did finally manage to muscle his way loose on his own, but he knew he'd had it, for this fall, at least. Ellen just rolled him on his back, and slid on top of him. Her strong muscular thighs clutched his waist, a moment, to keep him from escaping. Then, she moved up on his chest.

Don did everything he could think of, to prevent it, but she methodically wrapped her thighs around his arms. A few seconds later, she'd locked his upper arms between those fabulous thighs and sturdy calves, and was siting almost on his neck. Don had to admit, that blond-fringed pussy looked delicious from this angle. Of course, it looked delicious from any angle!

Don kicked his legs a few times, knowing that wasn't going to do any good. Ellen had pinned his shoulders securely to the floor!

Ellen quietly counted to ten. "I win!" She said evenly, trying her best to hide her elation. No mater how worried she might be about it, she just couldn't help delighting in winning. She didn't want to rub it in, though. She gracefully stood up, and waited.

Ellen found her heart was pounding, as she waited for Don's reaction.

As Don lay there, he wondered. "How the hell did she do it?" He looked up at her, wonderingly, and the answer began to dawn on him.

 Ellen was standing straight as an arrow, her long shapely legs spread slightly apart, hands resting lightly on her hips. Her long hair brushed gently against her broad shoulders, shoulders thrown back, at a proud slant, matching the tilt of her lofty bosom. After the struggle, those fantastic, gorgeous breasts rose and fell a little faster than usual. The sight took away, whatever breath Don had left.

Don noticed something else. Ellen was bewitchingly beautiful, but rippling with muscle. He didn't know many guys with muscles like that, although her muscles were certainly much more delightfully distributed. Until this summer, maybe not until tonight, Don had never really looked at Ellen's muscles. He contritely admitted, he hadn't wanted to see them! He'd purposely ignored them, because they made him nervous, even outright scared him, after their first disastrous wrestling match.

It was fine for guys to be muscular, but adoring, young wives just weren't supposed to have muscles like that. Maybe, too, Don worried Ellen's muscles would look mannish, like some kind of female impersonator. Really looking at those muscles for the first time, he wondered, how he could have been so dumb? Ellen's muscles were gorgeous! After a summer of exercise, his own belly was tight and well defined, but couldn't quite match Ellen's rippling, perfectly delineated six-pack. Her biceps might bulge, as much as many guys, more than most, for that matter, but that just made her arms more delightfully girlish, even if they were considerably thicker than most girls. Comparing an arm, that beautiful, to a gorilla, had been sacrilege, even if they seemed that strong.

Don noticed, for the first time, how Ellen's thick, powerful pectorals added depth to her ripe, womanly breasts, and supported them at that impudent angle, high on her broad chest. Her neck was a slim column of muscle, proudly holding aloft that gorgeous face. Those long, muscle-sculpted legs went on forever, and he loved the way her rock-hard buttocks stuck out, so maddeningly. Failure to appreciate, or even acknowledge, Ellen's muscles had been his loss. Ellen wasn't beautiful in spite of muscles, her muscles perfected her beauty, and made it irresistible.

"Wow, she looks like a Warrior Goddess, come down to earth! I always thought she was beautiful, but she's more than beautiful, she's magnificent! Not only does she look like a goddess, but she wrestles better than some of those pros on television. No wonder she beat me!"

 It finally dawned on Don, after a summer of misery, that if another guy that muscular, one who wrestled as skillfully as Ellen, just pinned him, he'd hardly give it a second thought. There was no way, he'd be crushingly humiliated, or feel less a man. He'd be a little chagrined, and vow to win the next one.

That realization put things in a whole new perspective. If this was a guy, which Thank God she wasn't, he'd be looking for weaknesses, and figuring out how to win. That was a thought! He looked up at Ellen, thinking of her as a dangerous opponent, he wanted to beat. He knew she would be really tough. Looking at her in that light, drove home how really good she was. He felt a thrill of pride that she was his, the most vital part of him. It gave him a lump in his throat to think of her like that. Don jumped up.

"Wow! Good one! Congratulations Champ! You are absolutely incredible!" His voice was husky with emotion. Ellen may have prayed for it, but hardly expected the fervent, wholehearted admiration in Don's voice and face. He could never fool her about his feelings, even if he tried. He was another part of her.

Basking in Don's unqualified admiration, Ellen felt like she'd just won the Olympics. Her hesitant smile deepened in grinning delight. Don patted her broad, feminine shoulder and kissed her cheek. He fiercely wanted to do more, than just kiss her cheek, but it wasn't time, yet. He gently squeezed the muscle in her arm.

 "Boy, that's a sexy arm!" Don said admiringly, still surprised and delighted, by the discovery he'd just made.

A little frown momentarily dimmed Ellen's sunny smile. "Oh God! I hope I didn't turn him into one of those guys, who likes girls beating them up!"

Actually, Don was thinking just the opposite. He'd accepted Ellen's victory, more than that, he was incredibly proud of her for it, but his proud pleasure gave him a surge of renewed confidence. Knowing he faced a comrade and an equal, maybe more than an equal, made pinning Ellen an incredible challenge.

No longer concerned that Ellen could beat him, Don was anticipating what a thrilling triumph it would be, to decisively pin this magnificent amazon. Strong and skillful as she was, she wasn't invincible by any means. He beat her once, the first time they wrestled. She'd evidently learned a lot of new tricks since then, but so had he, and he was in a lot better shape now.

As Don planned the best way to pin Ellen, another startling realization, dawned on him. Even though, Ellen mopped up the floor with him, he'd been having fun! Not sexual fun, either, although there was some of that, too. With Ellen, how could there not be? No, it was fun like when he wrestled the other guys, as a little kid. "Of course, they never had boobs like that, to stick in my face!" He delightedly licked his lips at the memory.

Don was eager to face Ellen for the second fall. As she circled him, he drank in the grace of her incredible figure. "She is a goddess!" He admitted with a thrill of pride, and a little intake of breath. At the same time he resolved. "Well, goddess or no goddess, that's the last pin, you're getting tonight, My Darling!"

As Ellen circled, she couldn't help noticing, Don wasn't intimidated anymore. Somehow, losing the last fall had increased his self-confidence, incredibly so. "I guess I'll never understand the male mind, that's why he's so fascinating!" Ellen thought lovingly.

In fact, Don looked so sure of himself, Ellen experienced a fleeting doubt, herself. She warily backed off, for a moment, but the change in Don, electrified the gorgeous honey- blond. She noticed the way her tall husband's muscles bulged, gleaming in the light from the bedside lamp.


Almost worshipfully, Ellen thought. "Holy Cow! He looks like a Greek God! Oooh! I'd love to pin a Greek God on the floor, and count him out!" This new challenge thrilled Ellen. She eagerly came after Don. She didn't catch him! Instead, Don slid his arm between her arm, and her upper body, grabbed her shoulder from behind, and before she could free herself, Ellen was flipping head over heels.

"What happened?" Ellen wondered, as Don grabbed her wrist, jerked her roughly up on her feet, and flipped her a second time. She sat up, her head spinning. Don pulled her up on her feet again.

"Oh no! Not again!" Ellen wailed silently, as she flew over Don's head, a third time.

Don grabbed Ellen's hand again. She desperately braced herself, to prevent him pulling her to her feet, but this time, he whipped her over on her stomach, and planted himself on her broad, creamy back. Ellen kicked and bridged up, but Don caught her right ankle, and twisted it under her left leg. He poured on the pressure.

This time, Don had to let Ellen go, because she was moaning so loudly. The crafty cat may have been moaning a little louder than the pain actually warranted, he knew, still Don felt a glow of satisfaction. Needing a respite, Ellen tried to scoot away, on her hands and knees, but Don caught her leg and pulled her back.

Ellen did her best to kick him, but Don deftly avoided her bare foot. He couldn't help himself, he lightly slapped that impudent bottom.

"Ow, Brute!" Ellen yelped, as Don rolled her on her back, and jumped on her chest.

Ellen was still dizzy, from all those judo flips, and Don's weight plummeting down on her, left her completely breathless. Don skillfully pinned her arms and shoulders down, and counted slowly to "ten," as Ellen gasped dizzily for breath.

Don stood up. He took Ellen's hand, and helped her up.

"Ooh, you're so good!" Ellen panted admiringly. On tiptoe, she kissed Don's cheek. Then she squeezed his biceps, and added. "That's awfully sexy, too!"

Don grinned proudly. As they started the third fall, it was Ellen who felt weary for a change. Don didn't bother to use judo, he just muscled her down to the floor. Before she could get him off, Don wrapped her arms between his thighs and calves, as she had done to him earlier, and was sitting immovably on her chest. "Damn it! He sure learned that quick!" Ellen kicked and bridged with everything she had, but she couldn't get loose.

Ellen didn't mind losing, well really she did mind, in fact she hated it, but she especially hated being pinned so quickly, a second time.

"Don will start thinking I'm just a little wuss housewife, again!" More than anything, she'd hate to lose Don's wonderful new respect and admiration for her. Although, by now, that wasn't even remotely possible.

As Ellen struggled, her big exciting breasts rubbed against Don's naked buttocks, exciting him tremendously. His large penis waving in Ellen's face was fully aroused. Even in this predicament, she eyed it hungrily. Ellen couldn't get her breath, and Don's weight was almost suffocating her. She hated to admit it, but she was ready to submit.

Then Ellen had another idea! She raised her head between Don's brutally powerful thighs, and made a grab for his penis, with her mouth. She got half of the large organ in her mouth. Although it was down her throat, almost choking her, she sucked enthusiastically, almost adoringly.

Don not only went weak in the knees, but all over his body. Long enough! Ellen suddenly surged upward, and rolled him over. Those sleek muscle-laden legs slid round Don's neck, like two squirming pythons, nearly crushing his head like an eggshell. With those amazing thighs cutting off the world for him, Don could barely hear Ellen laugh. "There's an old saying, My Dear, about there being more than one way to skin a cat!"

"Damn it! I'd like to skin you, my Pretty Cat!" Don thought. "Think! Don't panic!" He told himself. Taking as deep a breath as Ellen's thighs allowed, he rolled over, and got up on his knees. Now Ellen's back was on the floor, her legs wrapped around Don's neck, with her body slanted in the air. All Don had to do, was stand up, and he could wriggle loose.

"Damn it!" Ellen thought. "I thought sure, I had him!"

Now that Don knew he could break the hold, he had a better idea. His face was almost in Ellen's hot, wet pussy, and it was just as eager as his penis.

 Ellen heard Don's muffled voice say "O. K. Tricky Cat!" Then, he returned her compliment, and stuck his tongue inside her. His tongue worked so enthusiastically, that very soon, Ellen was moaning, helplessly. She couldn't keep her legs, together. Don pushed her legs off, and she fell flat. He really hated giving up that adorable pussy, though.

Ellen felt a little thrill of pride in Don, knowing he'd never have done that, if he didn't already know he could get out of her hold. It didn't bother her much, that she hadn't been so chivalrous. They'd both enjoyed it too much.

As Ellen stood up, Don patted her cheek and said grinning. "There are some other old sayings, My Sweet, about sauce for the goose, or two can play at that game, or turnabout's fair play."

"Smart Ass!" Ellen returned the grin, a little wearily though.

As she got ready to start again, Ellen had a premonition, she wasn't going to win this fall. She knew too, she'd do everything possible to prolong defeat, or maybe even somehow snatch victory. "This could go on half the night!" She thought in exasperation. After tasting Don's huge cock in her mouth and feeling his tongue in her pussy, Ellen was horny as hell.

Ellen already accomplished what she wanted, when she challenged Don to this match. She still didn't quite know how losing that first fall, had restored Don's self- confidence so dramatically, but it had. Even more wonderful, he'd treated her like a respected equal, truly admiring her skill and strength. She'd hungered, for that, for a long, long time. Were the two things related, somehow? She'd have to give that interesting idea some thought. Tomorrow!

"Next time," Ellen vowed. "I'll pin my Greek God, and teach him some real wrestling lessons!" She really looked forward to doing that, but she knew it wasn't going to happen tonight. It would have to wait for another night. She knew now, there would be lots of other nights. Now, how could she end this, quickly and gracefully, tonight? The wily strategist knew that keeping your opponent always off balance is, unquestionably, the most fun of all. Ellen turned, scampered to the bed, and dived under the covers.

"Where are you going? What about the deciding fall, to see who wins?" Don asked plaintively. "This was your idea, you know!"

Ellen grinned. "Remember those other old sayings, about running away to fight another day, and about a woman's prerogative? Why don't we just say we both win, and you get First Prize?"

"What's First Prize?" Don asked, suspiciously. "You get to fuck me, before you go to sleep!" Ellen's seductive smile was irresistible. She inclined her head slightly to one side, and batted her big, blue eyes.

Don knew she was doing a humorous parody of a movie, sex siren, but his knees always got weak, whenever she did that to him.

"Yeah, well if we both win, what's your prize?"

"Same thing! Silly!"

"God knows! I want to!" Don thought uneasily! It sure would be easy, to climb in bed beside this gorgeous blond, he loved.

"Not this way!" Don couldn't deny the 'first prize' was enticing, but it wasn't the prize he wanted! In fact, it wasn't a prize at all, it was a bribe! He was disappointed in Ellen! Like she cheated him! Like the kid who when she's losing, takes her toys and goes home!

Ellen saw the way Don was looking at her, uneasily! He was eying her gorgeous curves with a fierce hunger, but as though he was trying to control that hunger. Worse that look of admiration and respect, that made her so happy, minutes before, seemed like disappointment, even contempt now!

"NO!" Don said loudly.

"No? What do you mean, 'no'? You don't want to have sex with me?" Ellen sounded perplexed and hurt.

"I do want to have sex with you, more than anything, but not because you're using it as a cute, coy bribe to avoid finishing what YOU started.

"WHAT? How DARE you say that to me?" Ellen snapped back angry, now.

"This was YOUR idea, and YOUR rules! Remember that first night? How I won the first fall, and forgot you said two out of three, and you forced me into it, knowing you had nothing to lose, and I had everything! Knowing you were in better shape than me, and I had nothing left after the first fall! No way you could lose, and no way I could win! Just to prove you were a strong independent woman! Shit! I knew that you were a strong independent woman! You didn't have to destroy me as man to prove it! You certainly didn't have to RAPE me, after I begged you  to leave me alone, to prove you were a strong independent woman!  By the last fall, and after that, you weren't trying to prove to me what a strong independent woman you are! NO! You were enjoying proving to both of us, what a weak piece of shit your husband was!"

Ellen interrupted furiously. "You Bastard! Damn you! That's a lie!"

Don felt a little guilty at what he'd just said. He hadn't realized how bitter he still was. He knew too, if he knew what he did now, his 'manhood' wouldn't have been 'on the line'. But he wasn't the only one who thought his 'manhood was on the line'. That night, Ellen thought so too, and did everything she could to take it from him. He could kick himself, that he didn't know enough then to appreciate her, to lie back, and let her enjoy her victory sex, to joyfully participate in it. They both would have had a happier less eventful summer. Even so, if he'd been an asshole, for not wanting to have sex with her, Ellen had no right to force him to, and she'd done it to him again a week later, too. He knew he might have been an even bigger asshole, that second night, but two wrongs don't make a right. He still felt violated thinking of it.

"Is it? Maybe? It sure looked that way to me, lying on the floor under your foot! You don't member it wasn't enough for me to say 'O.K' that you won? You made me tell you, you'd beaten me, and beg you to stop hurting me!"

"I guess I am still a little bitter, and I'm sorry! I know now, that most of it was my own fault, for buying in to that double standard bullshit! I always thought you were my equal in every other way, and maybe in a lot of ways, my superior!  Until that night, it never occurred to me, that you might be my physical equal, and in fact my superior in that. too! You chose a pretty brutal way to demonstrate it to me, though! You weren't happy until you rubbed my nose in it! You kept right on beating me, long after there was any need for it! Then you raped me! Don't tell me you didn't realize what you were doing, or you were just too overcome by passion! I saw your eyes! You knew exactly what you were doing, and you were proud of it!"

"I-I th-thought you'd forgiven me..."

"I think I have forgiven you, and I think I've almost forgiven myself! Forgiving myself, was a hell of  a lot harder, because I was still buying that double standard! For a long time, I was sure it must be my fault, that you beat me up and raped me, because I wasn't 'man' enough to stop you! It wasn't until I could accept and understand that what you did to me, wasn't my fault, that I could even try to forgive you! Jesus, Ellen, I do know how much you regretted it, and how much pain it's caused you! I know that every time you tried to make up for it, I just about spit in your face, right up until that afternoon in the gym!

Ellen tried not to remember how many times she told herself, 'if Don was more of a man, she couldn't have done what she did to him'.

"It wasn't that I stopped loving you! There wasn't ever a minute, I stopped loving you! I couldn't love you more! For a long time, I thought I was some kind of castrated eunuch, that could never be man enough to be your husband, again! It's impossible to be a real husband to a wife that your scared shitless of!"

"I'm not scared of you, now! I'm starting to feel like a man again, although there's still a lot of twinges, and a few times I break out in a cold sweat remembering it!  I am getting over it, and I'll still feel like a man and your husband, even if you do kick my ass in a fair fight! If I've gotten over that double standard, though, and do accept you as 'at least' my equal, and more, in every way, then I'll be damned if I let you play the cute, coy, little wife game any more either! If you're my equal, get your cute, over-sized ass out of that bed, and prove it! Finish the fight YOU started! You owe me that!"

Ellen had hoped they'd put all of those awful things behind them. Maybe they would even forget them, and get on with their lives. Now this, just when they were having so much fun. Geez wasn't sex with her worth winning a goddam wrestling match? Who says he was going to win it, anyway? How dare he spurn THAT invitation? What right did he have to tell her that SHE was 'playing the 'cute, coy little wife' to avoid a fight?  She sure didn't need to do that! She could stand on her own two feet without any help from her husband. He sure ought to know that by now.

Ellen hadn't really forgiven herself, of course. When she was alone, or sometimes when Don looked at her, her guilt still haunted her. How dare he use that guilt against her, rub her nose in it, to get his own way? Now that he mentioned it, maybe she hadn't forgiven HIM either? She remembered some of those lousy things, he did to get even. Was this just one more petty way for him to even the score? Damn it! If she didn't want to fight, it was her choice not his! She hated for him to push her into things. Sometimes even if she wanted to do something, if she thought he was trying to get her do it, she'd stubbornly refuse. She hated feeling manipulated! Damn him anyway! That ' over-sized ass' remark did nothing to mollify her growing anger either, of course.

"Screw HIM!" She thought. "He's not going to get that third fall he wants, and NOW he's not going to get the  sex either! Bastard should have taken what he could get!"

"Fuck you!" Ellen snarled. "You don't want to have sex with me? Fine! Your loss! Go sleep in your goddam guest room! You LIKE hiding in there anyway, don't you? When you don't feel like 'enough of a man' to be with a Real Woman! Anyway the way we both feel right now, we're going to wake up the kids if we finish it!" She turned over facing the wall, even lying on the bed,  making it a gesture of haughty dismissal.

Don stood there a minute, taking deep breaths to control his own anger. His hands twitching to get them around that slender, graceful neck. He didn't leave yet though. HOW? "Well who was it just said 'there' more than one way to skin a cat?" He thought! How?

He stood there awhile thinking, before he picked up his bathrobe, from the bed..

As he put the bathrobe on, he sneered: "Okay! I'm going! I'm beginning to wonder, IF you're woman enough FOR ME, anyway? I'm not going to the guest room! I'll be down on the couch in the basement! There's wrestling mats down there, and we wouldn't disturb the girls, there! C'mon down, if you're not scared! IF, I wake up THERE in the morning, though, I think maybe I'll go look up your friend Myra! She seems like she's woman enough to finish, the fights SHE starts! I'm beginning to think it was a fluke, you won that second fight with her! Maybe you better stay away from her, and not give her another chance to rape you!

Ellen stiffened in rage, clenching her fists, as she heard the bedroom door open and close. Don almost slammed it loud enough to wake the girls, but caught himself in time, and shut it softly

"THAT DIRTY MISERABLE SON OF A BITCH!" She muttered, furiously.

Ellen lay there seething a few minutes. Mad as she was, she knew Don could never bring himself to sleep with a pig like Myra! He wouldn't do that to her, even if she had wallowed in the mud with Eric! That bitch, Tracey, was still eagerly waiting on the sidelines, though!"

"The goddamned Bastard knows me too well! Damn him!" If Don slept peacefully on the couch until morning, he would have snatched  her precious victory over Myra away from her. "He'd stoop to THAT, would he?"

"FUCK HIM!" Ellen muttered, getting up, and putting on her robe."Well! That BASTARD is going to be goddamn sorry, he brought THIS on himself!"

Two hours later, a badly battered Don carried ajust as badly battered Ellen, up the stairs. He was going at a leisurely pace. Ellen was no feather weight, and he was limping, pretty badly. He wasn't in as big a hurry to get her in bed, as he might have been. After he finally, somehow, won the third fall, he'd thrown Ellen down on the pool table and fucked her brains out.

In his arms, Ellen was still furious with him, and she lay stiffly resentful. Her own arms were rigid, trying not, to even touch him.

Ellen resentfully wondered where the hell he got the strength to pick her up, throw her on the table, screw her, then pick her up again, after the things she'd done to him? She'd hurt him as bad as he hurt her, and if she'd won, and she'd come damn close, she'd have been happy to crawl over to the couch and lie there a long time."Stupid bastard must think he's superman or something!" She thought without admiration. Well maybe a little?

"You raped me!" She snarled, accusingly.

"I don't think so! Don't tell me you weren't enjoying it; I know you better than that! But if you asked me to stop, I would have! I didn't hear any complaints, though!"

Smug Bastard! Ellen fumed, knowing she had wanted him to take her like that. She knew she could have stopped him, if she asked, Of course, knowing she hadn't asked made her even madder. If he'd stopped, she might even have begged him to start again.

Ellen was furious when she got down to the basement. By then, Don was really pissed off too. They had damn near killed each other. It was even more brutal than that second night they fought, because tonight Don was just as brutal as she was, and just as about as good too. Shit! By the end of the fight he was using holds against her, that he picked up from her at the beginning.

"Damn! He's a fast learner!" Ellen thought, with what, if she wasn't so mad, might seem like proud admiration. Even so, Ellen remembered with some satisfaction, she really hurt him bad, a couple of times. But then, he'd hurt her bad, a few times, too. She winced a little.

Neither gave an inch, and it kept going back and forth. They were both sweating, stumbling drunkenly, almost sobbing for breath. Finally she got him! She had Don screaming so loud, she was afraid even from the basement it would wake the girls. "Well I'm not going to stop, even if it does! I'll explain it to the kids, somehow!"

Soon enough, Don's screams died to broken, hurt moans and whimpers. She'd shivered in delight, grinning savagely in anticipation. Just when she knew he couldn't take anymore, and HAD to give up, Don got one arm loose. His elbow exploded in her lower belly. About the same spot, and even harder than he punched her the day in the gym. Ellen doubled up in agony, her limbs turning to water. She felt her victory slip away, as Don easily easily pulled loose, from her arms and legs.

When she looked up, trying to focus, Don was standing over her. Brutally, he kicked her in the face, with his  bare foot; not in the chin where it might  hurt his own toe, but in the soft flesh, underneath. For a while, Ellen couldn't breathe, like someone was choking her.

Don pushed her on her back, and sat on her chest. Effortlessly he tucked her numb arms, between his calves and thighs, just like SHE'D taught him. Smart Bastard! When she tried to to struggle, her body went limp; she couldn't even kick her legs.

He quickly pushed her head flat on the floor, so she couldn't reach his penis, which was already to explode. He wasn't worried she'd suck it, to break the hold, now; more likely, the little Savage was so mad, she'd try to bite it off.

Ellen who was a split second away from snapping her teeth shut, gnashed them in frustration, instead. "Damn SMARTASS quick learner!"

Don bounced up and down on her sore aching breasts. Jesus that hurt!

He looked down at her, and snarled: GIVE UP!" It wasn't a question. It was a command.

Jesus, the bastard was hurting her boobs! Even though, she was moaning at the pain, Ellen glared at him, and groaned "Fuck you!"

Don bounced harder!

Finally, Ellen croaked: "All right, you goddamned son of a bitch, I give up!"

Ellen didn't  begrudge Don winning. He hadn't done anything to her, she hadn't done to him, or would have, if she could. She'd made him pay dearly for the win, too. He looked about as bad, as she felt. And she did feel pretty bad, though naturally she'd never admit it.

"Shit! I think the Bastard hurt me worse than that bitch, Myra!" Ellen couldn't help but admire such ruthlessness. "Something else, I taught the smartass quick learner!"

No! She wasn't mad he won, although she did hate to lose. She was always furious, as much at herself, maybe, as at him, when he occasionally outsmarted her. That was what was so infuriating and galling; the sneaky way, he forced her to come down to the basement, for the final fall, so he could kick her ass, making her put her pride on the line. "Smug bastard!" She thought again.

Then, when he finished with her on the pool table, he picked her up in his arms. So damned humiliating, to be carried, like a fainting damsel in distress!

"Put me down, goddamn it!" She demanded, furiously. "Don't think its romantic or something; it's demeaning!"

"Nope! I beat you fair and square! I'll take you upstairs anyway, I like! You're lucky, I'm not taking you up, on your hands and knees, with a leash around your pretty neck! And if I thought of it, a little sooner, maybe I would be!  Get down if you want to, and can!"

Ellen struggled, resentfully, to get loose, but an awful stabbing pain in her back, forced her to stay where she was.

Fuck him! Well  there was still payback! "Hah! Guess you must be really pretty proud of yourself, huh? You're  such a 'BIG MAN',  you could beat up 'A WOMAN'?" She sneered sarcastically. "Pretty damn brutal way you took advantage of 'A WOMAN' too!" THAT'D fix him! She could snatch people's victories away from them, TOO!

Don thought: "You Bitch! Never give up do you?" He thought it admiringly though. Once that gibe would have cheapened his victory, made it more like defeat. Even made him feel ashamed of what he'd done. He knew better now!

Ha, ha, ha!" Ellen knew Don's damn laugh was sincere, even appreciative. Damn! She'd failed to score, again!

"If you'd been smart enough to get me in the position, I got you in, you'd  have been twice as brutal! You proved that a couple of times, tonight! No! I'm  not proud I beat up 'A WOMAN'! It took me ten minutes to beat up Eric, but it took me three hours to win two falls from you! I'm pretty goddam proud I beat YOU up! I KNOW it took a real man to beat up an opponent that tough! I don't feel like I defeated  'A WOMAN'! I feel like I just defeated a WARRIOR GODDESS!"

"Damn HIM!" Ellen thought ruefully. "He turned that on me pretty good! Second time tonight!" Her  husband, just defeated her AGAIN, by paying her the biggest compliment, he had since the day she married him. DARN IT! She knew she was glowing proudly, at this defeat!

Ellen relaxed some in her husband's arms, then half reluctantly, she put her arms around his neck, and leaned against his chest. Well! Maybe it was 'a little' romantic?

"Well, you Bastard! I guess I'm pretty damn  proud, you were man enough to beat up an opponent as tough as me, too! You did kind of look like a Greek God when you were pinning me that last time! Didn't want to admit it though!"

But as they approached the bedroom she added:

"That's what going to make it even sweeter, next week, when I choke you half to death, dragging you up these stairs on a leash, my Greek God crawling on your belly, like a whipped dog, at my heels, still begging for mercy! Boy! I've always wanted a Greek God for a sex slave! And If you EVER make me as mad as you did tonight, again, maybe there'll be a pool cue sticking out of your ass on the way!"

Remembering Eric's awful thing in her own behind, Ellen doubted she could ever bring herself to do that to Don! Still he might be just as smart not to risk it! In fact, she remembered, guiltily, on the way downstairs, she told herself, after she beat him senseless, she'd throw him face down, on the pool table, grab a cue and spank his cute butt, until it was red, and he was crying in pain, begging her to stop, and then... "Maybe it is just as well he won tonight!"

Don knew that maybe not next week, but one night, this wonderful Bitch, he was married to, would certainly do just that to him! The thought of Ellen dragging him, to the bedroom, as her battered, whimpering trophy, gave him another tremendous hard on! He resolved one of these nights he'd DO it to her though. He was still working out really hard most days, but resolved to step it up some. Maybe some wrestling lessons, too?  He didn't really like that pool cue idea.

Don laid his wife gently down on the bed, ALMOST feeling a little guilty for all those bruises on her beautiful white body.

"Glad I'm not in the guest room tonight! Time for one more go round, you think?"
 
"I thought you'd never ask!" Ellen answered, wriggling as sexily, as her aching body could manage.

A while later, lying side by side, holding hands, their sore, hurting bodies already so stiff, neither one of them could hardly move, Ellen said seriously:

"You know My Darling, we can't ever do THAT again, don't you?"

"Wrestle you mean?"

"Not wrestle! I mean we can never FIGHT like we did, when we're that mad at each other! One of us is likely to kill the other! It came close tonight!  No! You KNOW the first two falls were really fun! We both enjoyed them! But neither of us had much fun down there! WELL! Maybe YOU did, after you won, and threw me on the pool table?"

"Oh?"

"All right! That was fun for me too! As you damn well knew!"

"I'm saying we've got to talk about problems, to each other and work them out! Not with our fists! I guess, I must know, that you still feel a lot of bitterness and resentment, and I do too, for the way you treated me! Trying to kill each other, isn't going to resolve anything, though! We've both been sweeping too much under the rug, walking on eggshells, afraid if we talked honestly it would break us apart again! Heck, if we're still in love after what we did to each other all summer, I guess our love can stand up to a few honest conversations! You were right about one thing, though, I've got to be able to forgive myself! That's been darn hard! Don't think I've quite got there yet!"

Don squeezed her hand, and Ellen thought, with his helping her, and her helping him, maybe one day, they could fully forgive each other, and themselves.

"Like always, you're a real Smart Lady, and I'd hug you in appreciation, if I could move! If  you want to pin me, for the fourth fall, and even it up, about  all you have to do, is roll over on top of me!"

"Ha, ha! Very funny, you Bastard! You know there's no damn way, I could even roll over, right now! Oh God! It hurts, just thinking of trying!"

 "Oh! You terrible, heartless Brute, you!" Ellen added, mimicking a helpless female

"And, oh yeah, you 'Heartless Brute', since when do I HAVE an 'oversized ass'?" 

"I did say CUTE 'oversized ass'!"  Don answered nervously, wondering what in hell he'd been thinking?

"See how 'cute' you think it is, when you find it planted on your face, with your nose tickling my sphincter?"

"Even then, I wouldn't want your cute ass a smidgen smaller! Can't improve on perfection!" Don said in hopeful supplication.

"Mm-mm! Maybe? Just watch it in the future; you know what a sensitive, easily hurt girl, you married!

Ellen said it ironically, but Don knew the girl he married was still sensitive and easily hurt, and he could have bitten his tongue, now, for having said it.

"Speaking of 'cute asses', you do know, I was just kidding about the pool cue, don't you?" Ellen hoped she'd been kidding, anyway. So did Don.

"Well I thought you were! Of course, I decided I'd be pretty damn careful, about making you that mad, again!"

"You won't have to make me mad about that, again, anyway!  If you're winning, I swear, I'll never try to weasel out, and cheat you, like a spoiled brat, again! I was  really  mad at myself, when you pointed it out! Naturally, being a real bitch, I got mad at you, and blamed you, because I was mad at myself! Of course you reminded me of a few other unpleasant things that made me mad too!

"Darn it! I knew I'd just fully earned your admiration and respect as an equal, and I was afraid I threw it all away again! The way you were looking at me, coming up the stairs, even when I was still acting like a bitch, though, I knew I'd managed to hold on to it!"

"Of course, I will be stopping off at the mall, and picking up a dog collar and leash, for you, for next week! THAT'S going to REALLY make you respect me!"

We'll see who wears it, My Sweet! There's another old adage: 'don't count your chickens..."



The End