Karen the Boxer and hubby #1




Hello,

This is Barry," Karen the Boxer's" first husband. She asked me (told me) to
write a story about us and to do so within 2 hours and get it back to her. So
excuse typos please. The reason she wants me to write this is a mystery but my
job is to comply with her wishes so here you go. Better safe than sorry,
literally

I met Karen at her 19th birthday bash in a Mid-Town hotel many moons ago. I was
with my fianc## at the time as weshared some mutual friends. There had to be
50-80 people there and when I saw Karen I was hooked. Believe it or not it was
just from her hair and smile and those piercing eyes that got me hooked like
never ever before. There was just something she had that mesmerized me. We
barely shared a word between us that night although I did see her looking at me
quite a bit and at one point some guy came over to me and said " Karen wants
your number" as he stared at me. My fianc## was off talking and I was in shock
that this woman wanted my number and the way she sent some guy to collect it.
What do you mean she wants my number I asked? He put his hand out and repeated
himself and looked deadpan at me. I looked up and she was across the room
beaming at me and nodding her head. I was engaged to a lovely great lady for 7
month's now with the wedding 9 month's away! But there I was writing down my
telephone number ( way before cell phones were popular) and giving it this guy.
I saw myself writing it but could not believe I was actually doing it. I was in
mythird year ofMedical School at the time, 6 years older than Karen, engaged,
happy beyond my expectations with a great future wife and here I am giving my
phone number to one of the most captivating women I ever saw. And still did not
really speak to or know in any meaningful way.

Three weeks go by before she called me. I thought about her everyday. I
started hearing things about her through mutual friends that were mind blowing.
They talked about her well to do family and their charitable giving, they talked
about her mostly and how beautiful she is and that she boxed. Boxed? WTF. She
boxed as in Mohammad Ali boxing? Impossible I thought. This woman is gorgeous
beyond belief, had a smile that could light up a room, is a woman ( I swear that
is what I thought) and boxing in this underground club had to be some kind of
joke. So she calls me three weeks later and says "hey there it's Karen, let's
get a drink at such and such in an hour". What? that's it? Is was more like a
command than a question. But sure as heck I was there and there early. I could
not believe I was going to meet this woman. I was engaged and very happy! But
I did go. I was sitting at the bar and she walked in wearing this short leather
jacket and jeans and looked more put together than any woman I ever met. Minimal
makeup, minimal jewelry. Supreme confidence and intelligence and beauty.
Supreme!!!She took off her jacket and I swear it was like I felt the entire bar
stop and stare at her, she was wearing a skin tight leotard dance skin thing, no
bra and her body which I swear I did not even see at the party was so tight, so
sexy but a sexy like I never witnessed before ever in my life, it was
breathtaking. I had to compose myself. Now the Karen back then was just
125lbs, skinny, she had the 6 pack (not the 8 pack of today (although I did not
see the belly that night) and athletic looking versus the very muscular Karen we
all know and love now.She just looked so "healthy" sparkling almost and so
alive with energy. We spoke for four hours and it felt so natural, the
conversation flowed, her beauty and intelligence was captivating and I never had
a feeling like that before. She was a great listener and added intelligent
thoughtful comments regarding a multitude of topics. Then mid sentence she
stands up and puts on her jacket and says " OK I have an early class so I have
to go"rather abruptly I thought at the timeso I paid the bill and walked out
with her not knowing my next step. She did! As we walked towards her building
she grabbed me with more force and power than I ever experienced by the jacket
and kissed me with a passion and a sensuality I never saw coming, dreamed of
coming or experienced.I put my hands on her fists as reflex and noticed two
immediate things- how big her fists were for a "girl" and how strong she was. I
was thinking about how damn strong she was as she pinned me against that wall
and kissed me.When SHE was done she let go of my jacket and said " I will call
you soon for dinner" turned and walked into her lobby. I am a pretty bright
guy but I was totally confused. Here I am engaged to a beautiful lovely lady
but I am having feelings for this amazing woman, this woman with her slight
Israeli accent, this woman who I could tell has some kind of amazing physical
strength or something............. ( at the time I was a shy over 6 feet and 175
VS the 200 I am now to Karen's 5'9 1/2 and 125 lean strong pounds). When I think
back to these days I see even then she was in total control- telling me when to
meet her and what was the next step in this relationship. As she walked into
her lobby I saw the doorman greet her with a big smile as she high fived him and
laughed. So alive, so filled with energy I thought

I will fast forward a drop here and tell you that she did call, we had dinner
and many dinners after that and all ending in deep passionate incredible
kisses. I asked her about her fighting and she gave me all of the details and
invited me to see for myself.She was always very serious when answering
questions about her fighting. It was like her facial muscles changed and was
down right serious. She told me how she truly felt she was born to fight. Try
hearing that line from a woman as gorgeous as her and trying to comprehend that.
She told me she did not mind getting hit and that a black eye on HERSELF was a
turn on sometimes and then she stated to describe how she feels when she knocks
someone out. If you know her, read her other stories, etc., you know all about
this. I was thinking, knocked out? Does she understand what that really
means? I wasSO confused. Was I nervous going there? More than I can
describe. I walked down into what is best described is a raucous warehouse with
a make shift ring. I would say 100 people, screaming and watching these men
fight each other, WITHOUT GLOVES. That's right, no gloves. I saw two matches
of these men punching each other until one was knocked unconscious. Truly
amazing, never seen before, amazing brute force. So not of my world. I never
hit anyone or was hit in my life. These men did not seem angry with one another
but doing it for the sport itself. Saw white guys, black guys, just
unbelievable and foreign to me.  Then the next thing I see is Karen and some
other woman in the ring. WTF is going on here. People cheering and screaming
for both women. Her opponent seemed a lot bigger, thicker if you will, Hispanic
I think and shorter. Karen is standing there in a yellow sportsbra and black
shorts bare freakin fisted. I was scared to death as Karen was a mere 125lbs and
looked soskinny compared to her opponent. Yeah, I know she was strong for a
girl but this is a fistfight VS what looked like a street woman who knew her way
around. Karen is an upper Eastside wealthy educated woman. Mismatch and I was
scared to death. I know by looking around I could not stop the fight even if
she was getting hurt. But she looked rather focused and confident and even
smiled a lot during the introductions. The bell rang and as much as I could not
wrap my mind around it they started boxing, like I saw on TV 1,000 times. Karen
is jabbing this lady in the face and her nose is bleeding, the other lady is
punching Karen in her stomach ( I finally saw her 6 pack!! yippee lol) and
within the next minute the other girl is on her back, unconscious and the place
is erupting. Three hooks to her jaw and this poor thing was on her back sleeping
like a baby They helped the lady up on her wobbly feet where she staggers over
to Karen and hugs her and they both disappeared into the back somewhere after
Karen does her bows around the ring to deafening cheers. I sat there not
knowing what to do or what to feel to be honest. No Karen to be found and
everyone is leaving so I decided to head out as well. As I walking through this
tunnel towards the street, not happy about the crazy people walking with me,
someone grabbed my shoulder with brute force and turns me around and you guessed
it It was Karen. Hey baby where are you going she asked as she held my jacket
shoulder. Still in the sportsbra but wearing jeans and a sweatshirt with a
slight swell around her eyes and that kick ass confident smile. She kisses me
hello and asked me how she did. How did you do> Well you knocked the crap out
of that woman!! She laughed and said yeah I did pretty well and laughed a lot
afterwards.Each laugh made her incredible abdominal muscles tighten to show a
perfect 6 pack of muscle. I was still stunned.She told me we were going to a
local place to celebrate which of course I had no choice but to follow. After a
few drinks, the un showered Karen, I had to say that, started to kiss me in the
corner of this pub and something amazing happened. She was kissing me and of
course and as always my cock was as hard as a telephone pole when I felt myself
about to cum in my pants. YES, cum in my pants, I felt it. Apparently Karen
felt it too from my breathing or something and looked deep into my eyes and said
" It's OK baby, let it go" and did some grinding and kissing and WALA, I came in
my pants as I was standing up kissing her. Down Right AMAZING. She held me
tightly as I did and kept saying, "let is go baby, let it go". I stood there
with my head buried in her shoulders embarrassed to look up at here. I
eventually did and she told me to go clean up and get back here or she would
kick my ass. In a playful way she said this. Three month's later the
engagement to my fianc## was off ( it was a MAJOR MESS) and I was with Karen.
Seven month's after that we were married in an awesome ceremony in Manhattan. A
more stunning bride there will never be. Karen was insatiable in bed which was
terrific. We could make love many times during the day and night and everywhere
one can imagine. She took me to places I never knew existed, sexually
speaking. She loved giving oral sex more than receiving but trust me she
received plenty. Those were the days. I saw her fight a lot more after that and
each time I was scared for her safety. I saw her lose a few times and get
knocked out once herself from a guy. She did avenge that KO just 4 weeks later
in what I would classify as the most exciting sporting even t I ever saw. A
fourth round knockout where the poor soul was unconscious for a solid few
minutes. No doubt brain concussion and damage from that one. I have not seen
her fight at her new weight which is staggering to me, 160 plus, just
staggering, but have seen her in person as recently as a month ago and she
remains incredibly incredible looking.

I was doing my medical internship, which means I was working 110 + hours a week
and never home. She was still an undergrad doing her thing. Her thing means,
cheating on me ( I found out later), getting a lot better at boxing, having a
VERY full social life and in my absence gaining a solid 10 lbs of muscle. Things
were not great at home since the rare times I was home I was dead tired and
sometimes she was out with friends or more likely working out. Add to that I
was in a world of giving orders to nurses all day and Karen is NOT the kind of
person to be spoken to like that. That is an understatement to say the least.
So the next event that was life changing was a wedding we were invited to from a
mutual friend. Every party or event we attended she received 90% of the
attention and I was an afterthought. I saw how every man and woman looked at
her and it was making me jealous. I did not know she was cheating on me at that
time. Being with her romantically and feeling her getting harder and harder and
more muscular compared to me going in the other direction since all I did was
work was frustrating. Karen is ultra competitive and made sure to beat me at
everything. We did belly punching once which was a DISASTER as you can
imagine. I thought I died I swear. We ran and did pushup contests and let's
just say she was not a good winner. Always rubbing it in my face. Sexually
things became odd as I became very submissive to her. Things became more one
sided in bed than I was comfortable with. Her response was usually "don't be a
pussy" "lucky I don't beat the crap out of you" "you are jealous" and then pose
for 15 minutes as I felt like crap.

The wedding Story: Karen wore a gown that was jaw dropping. Black silk,
back-less, tight form fitting, sleeveless, glitter, cut to her hour glass figure
exposing some of her incredible belly on the sidewith 3 inch heals making her 6
feet tall. Since her nipples are so sensitive they put a little padding in the
dress so her nipples would not be on full display for everyone to see. Enough
was already on display. She had makeup and hair people come to the apartment to
make her up better than any super model I ever saw. Including some moisture
stuff on her skin that made her muscles that were at this point VERY defined
albeit feminine and reasonable in size versus what she has today, in my opinion,
and she was to die for.After being totally made up but before putting on her
gown we lowered the temperature in the room we used for a gym and she did a nice
pump up. She did 11 sets of curls with 20 lb dumbells with each set consisting
of 18and 6 sets of benching with 140 lbs with each set being 12. She was
pumped and primed and looking just wow wonderful. Me on the other hand was
still half asleep, 10 lbs heavier than the wedding day and wearing a tux. I
did have a great haircut though, ha ha. When we walked into the hotel where the
wedding was held about 20 of her friends ran over and hugged her and freaked out
how amazing she looked.She wanted me to eat her out before she got dressed
which I told her would or might make us late but I did it. Most touching her
hard biceped arms and shoulders. From behind when she walked the back muscles
did what I would call a little dance that was quite sexy.Karen being Karen
stood there and did muscle poses and paraded around showing herself off. They
said hello to me in passing like I was invisible. It gets worse, a lot worse.
Literally 90% of the men asked her to dance, four of these pricks gave her their
business cards, lots of people pointing at her and when she and her gaggle of
JAPS ( Jewish American princesses) got up to dance together it was ALWAYS Karen
in the middle putting on a show, flexing, wiggling and on full display. The
photographer was following her around MORE than the bride which made the brides
mother scream and put on a scene in front of a small crowd to STOP FOLLOWING
"THAT ONE" AROUND and take pics of my daughter!!! I was drinking heavy as was
most people including Karen. Karen drinking and in public showing off can be
fun, can be dangerous on many levels or a combo of them all. Towards the end of
the affair the photographer came over to her as she sat next to me taking a
breather from being a spectacle, in front of me and others, and asked if it was
possible to "steal" her away to do a photo shoot. Naturally she agreed while I
protested and was ignored and I should say humiliated in front of my friends. I
was angry and a little drunk I admit. So after a good 20 minutes I walked into
the room where the two of them were and freaked out and yelled for this BS to be
over NOW. Karen looks at me and laughs out loud and tells me to "shut up" "sit
down" and "grow up" and turns away from me laughing. Infuriated I pushed her
and made her stumble in her heals. She regains herself and lands a right hook
on my jaw which knocked me on my ass dizzy as hell and she storms off. Got in a
cab and goes home. That whole scene was 3 seconds of time and changed my life
forever.

It took a few minutes to regain where I was and what I did and just happened and
find out that she left and went home. The photographer kept saying for me to sit
down and relax since I wasjust knocked silly and added the final comment " man,
I think she can really fight". I immediately followed her- maybe 15 minutes
behind her. I was angry but needed to apologize for being put of line and
wanted her to apologize for striking me. When I got home she was in the living
room wearing shorts and boxing gloves and nothing else and she looked
extraordinarily angry. Her hands by her side, topless and looking SO pissed off
like I never saw before. Long story short she ended up knocking me unconscious
in the kitchen. Literally KO'd cold, clean dead out cold. I remember her
yelling at me and telling me that was going to pay for that jackass move.  When
I awoke she was standing above me, topless still gloves on and told me to get
up. I struggled to stand and was dazed and confused and felt my face swelling
up. I was scared and confused still wearing the tux. As I stood she dug a
number of blows into my stomach that caused me to drop to the floor and loose my
breath and roll around the floor in more pain than I thought was humanly
possible. It was a nightmare!!!! Things went downhill from there. I was tied
to a chair and slapped bloody and dizzy and screamed at as she explained my
error (understatement) and that I was "lucky" she doesn't not break my jaw into
pieces. She walked around the chair as I bled and cried and begged and begged
forgiveness.I was in so much pain, so scared, so confusedI was left in that
chair all night and strained not to urinate all over myself.Such a terrible
time. I could not come close to defending myself, it was night and day in terms
of every physical attribute there was. I knew that.The next morning a much
calmer Karen untied me and explained once again how lucky I was.She talked to me
like I was a baby always ending each thought with "do you understand pussy boy.
 Unfortunately, it was simply an abusive relationship for the next several
month's until she threw me out. I was beaten and knocked out two more times,
slapped around more times than I can count, made to dress up like a woman in
full wig, dress, makeup and dance in front of her friends (cannot explain the
depth of this humiliation)and I had to eat out 6 different women in front of
her. From the second I entered the apartment Iwas made to crawl like a dog and
was never permitted to walk upright. I had to eat her out at least 2x a day and
I cannot say we ever made love again. She did fuck me whenever she wanted with
her ALWAYS on top but that is not making love. Psychologically and physically a
horrific, dehumanizing time of my life. I deserved some punishment but not that
much. Dehumanizing. It is impossible to calculate how much time I spent sucking
her breasts as she watched TV or spoke on the phone. She always was into me
sucking her breasts and it became a part time job. Often times while on the
phone her friends would ask how I was doing and with me 1 foot away sucking her
tits she would say he is fine but he is busy sucking my breasts and they would
both crack up laughing.  She had men in our bedroom as I was tied up in the
next one, not that I could do anything if I was not tied up. I would clearly
hear them having sex.At the few parties we went to as a couple she was of
course getting all the attention and I always knew that every woman there knew I
was a beaten man, beaten literally and figuratively. Twice she "gave me away"
for the evening to her friends on their birthday so I could eat them out and
they can fuck me as I dressed like a woman. Many times, 10-15 she would have one
of her lackey friends come over and suck her breasts as I would suck the other
one dressed up as a woman as her friend would laugh at me and sometimesother
things would happen that I prefer to forget. Worst time of my life in every
way. Impossible to function as I eventually took a year off my residency as
life was impossible for me.

I endured deep depression afterwards that required 3 full years of 2-3x a week
of therapy but like they say sometimes there is a happy ending. My profession
is vascularsurgery but my hobby is photography. Eventually Karen accepted my
apology, years later,and as part of my healing process allowed me to take
pictures of her for an hour plus at a time eventually wearing virtually any
outfit I would supply. She also allowed me to masturbate during these photo
sessions which of course I would do 2-4x a session in front of her and often
times drinking my own cum from a cup which I was comfortable doing for her.I
was never allowed to touch her but she did perform many a private posing and
workout for me that was not photographed. Seeing her work the heavybag,
speedbag and shadowbox in some of theoutfits werejust super duper unbelievable
experiences for me.It may sound crazy to some of you but those years of doing
that were as fruitful as any time of my life. Seeing her body become more
perfect each and every month, stronger, more confident and powerful and me and
me alone taking thousands, literally thousands of pictures was cathartic. I was
allowed to weigh her and use a tape measurer to document her muscle growth.
Being that close to her made my heart pound in both fear and envy. I took
videos of her during private workouts which is beyond incredible and even taking
video of her and husband #2 making love and a few select others are keepsakes
for a lifetime. Of course, none to be shared with anyone else besides my
current spouse with of course Karen's permission. I even got into her muscle
growth which we all know she loves. The 8 pack is a phenom but I guess I can go
over many a bodypart and comment the same way.

So here we are many moons later. We are both married to different people, we
are friends and talk often, she has apologized for the depth she went to hurt me
and I apologized many times for starting it all. I know I made the mistake of a
lifetime but it is what it is. Being friends with her is worth it. I no longer
am permitted to do private photography sessions with her but I have the old ones
and memories. Whew!!! Karen I hope you are happy with this- my fingers hurt
from typing so much
Barry