Marital Stress. Part 6. Conclusion. Second Encounters. 
By GW
Another catfight between Ellen and Myra, and Ellen wrestles Don, again.    

This story contains f/f violence and frank sexual themes. It is not suitable for, nor meant
for, anyone under twenty-one.  It should only be read by mature adults.    

Second Encounters.

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 stumblebum 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 form
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 this 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 the 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 oversized, brass buckle
on the wide leather belt, she'd found in the back of Don's closet, yesterday.

"I'll drive you!" Don answered, eyeing 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.  She 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 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, and 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 full awareness. 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 must  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!"   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. 

"Goddamit! 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!  Her 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, she 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 her 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, she paused again, to get a grip on herself. 

"Can't let Don see me, like this!" Ellen gritted her teeth in pain. 

Ellen pushed her way through the door. She saw Don standing by the car, nervously
tapping his foot, anxiously watching the door for her. She 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 she'd 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 she reached him
though, he 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 her 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!" Her 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. She
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. He 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.  She 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. He 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!  He 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. She
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. 

He 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 an Amazon Goddess, come down to earth! I always thought she
was beautiful, but she's more, 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!" 
He 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. She did her best to kick him, but he 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.  She 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 she 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.  They'd 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!" 

"Oh!" With a perplexed, but ecstatic smile, Don jumped in bed, beside the incredible
woman he loved, who miraculously loved him.

She was waiting eagerly!           

The End