Paula and Joanna 
by NRG
Paula wrestles with Joanna

It had taken a whole week of persuasion, but I had finally managed it, my 
wife Paula had agreed to wrestle with my mates wife Joanna.  I had phoned 
Peter straight away to arrange the time, Peter suggested that we went 
round to their house this coming Saturday. 

Saturday evening arrived and we drove round to Peter and Joanna's.  All 
through the short journey I was worried that Paula might want to back 
out, but as we pulled onto their drive, she told me that she was actually 
looking forward to wrestling with Joanna, she had even been reading some 
of my wrestling magazines to pick up a few tips. 

I rang the door bell and Peter let us in "Jo's upstairs getting ready, do 
you want to go and get ready as well?" he said to Paula, "Nigel and I can 
have a beer and move the sofa into the dining room to make a bit of extra 
space." 

Paula went upstairs to see Joanna, Peter and I went into the 
lounge, I was quite impressed to see that Peter had already moved most of 
the furniture and there was a pile of exercise mats in the middle of the 
room just waiting to be laid out.  "Where did you get these?"  I asked 
him.  "Borrowed them from the school," he replied smiling.  I had 
forgotten that both he and Joanna were teachers at the local 
comprehensive and had access to all kinds of sports equipment at the 
weekends.  We quickly shifted the sofa and laid out the mats in a square 
approximately 15 x 15 feet a good sized area for wrestling. 

We had just finished and opened up a couple of cans of beer 
when Joanna came into the room, she was wearing a towelling bath robe 
over her yellow one piece swimsuit, her long brown hair was tied back in 
a pony tail and her finger and toe nails, cut short for the match, had 
been painted red. "Hi, Nigel, so you finally managed to get Paula to 
agree then.  How much gardening and housework did you have to do?" she 
asked laughingly.  "Loads," I replied suddenly feeling like I'd been 
conned. Joanna laughed out loud, "Paula and I had agreed to wrestle weeks 
ago but she knew that if she let you persuade her she could get all those 
jobs that you had promised to do, finished."  "You've told him then," 
said Paula as she came into the room, like Joanna she was wearing a 
towelling robe over her plain black swimsuit. "How long are we going to 
fight for, and what are the rules?" she said eagerly.  "Joanna wants to 
wrestle, submission's only, best of five, over thirty minutes," answered 
Peter, "I'll act as ref and Nigel can be timekeeper, one other thing," he 
continued, "I'll act as Paula's second as this is her first time and she 
might need some expert advice and Nigel can second Joanna if that's all 
right with you, Paula."  "No problem, that's what Joanna and me had in 
mind anyway, after all she's wrestled loads of times and shouldn't need 
any help."  "Okay then let's get on with then," I said and led Joanna 
away to one corner of the mat. 

Joanna slipped out of her robe revealing her superb 39-27-40 figure, 
which was displayed to great effect by her swimsuit which was cut high at 
the thigh and low at the back, with a neckline that plunged almost to her 
waist, the flimsy material could hardly contain her magnificent breasts.  
In the other corner Paula removed her robe as well, her black swimsuit 
was of a more traditional cut, but suited her plumper 40-28-42 figure.  
Paula had her short brown hair held out of her eyes with a white 
headband. 

Peter called the two women to the middle of the mat.  For the 
first time I realised that this was it, my wife was going to wrestle with 
another woman, they looked quite well matched,  Paula was about a stone 
heavier than Joanna at eleven and a half stone but was three inches 
shorter at five foot six. 

I rang the small bell that Peter had given me and signalled the 
start of the bout.  Joanna quickly grabbed Paula's left wrist, pulled her 
across her body to secure a headlock with her right arm. It was already 
clear that this was not going to be a playful roll round the floor, and 
Joanna took her wrestling very seriously indeed.  Joanna forced Paula 
down onto her knees and bent her arm into a painful back hammer, Paula 
tried to break the hold with her free hand, but Joanna just pushed her 
face down into the mat, manoeuvering her body into a position from which 
she could encircle Paula with her legs. Joanna increased the pressure on 
Paula's arm, as she crossed her ankles and began to squeeze Paula with 
her powerful thighs. Paula began to struggle but the combination of holds 
was too much for her. "I give!" she gasped, as Jo gave her arm another 
sharp yank upwards. Peter made Jo release Paula and she quickly returned 
to her corner. I gave Jo her towel, she dried the sweat from her hands 
and took a quick drink of water.  "First submission to Joanna after two 
minutes and twenty seconds," I called to Peter, who was busy rubbing life 
back into Paula's arm and was trying to give her some advice. I hoped she 
was listening. Otherwise, it might be a very short bout. At the end of 
the two minute rest period I rang the bell to star the second round. 
 This time Paula circled away from Joanna, she was determined not get 
caught so easily again, they sprang at each other.  "Got you!" grunted 
Paula, as she secured a side headlock on Joanna. "Oh, no you haven't," 
replied Jo twisting sharply and sending them both tumbling to the mat, 
forcing Paula to lose her grip. Jo reacted first grabbing Paula by the 
ankles, and trying to stand and roll Paula onto her stomach at the same 
time. Realising that Joanna was trying for a boston crab, Paula kicked 
out hard and forced Jo to step off the mat. "Break!" called Peter. Jo 
reluctantly released her hold on Paula's ankles and then moved quickly to 
the middle of the mat, as Paula rose Jo grabbed her by the straps of her 
swimsuit and threw her judo style to the ground, following her down she 
soon had Paula's waist trapped once again between her straining thighs. 
Paula arched her back violently causing Jo to loosen her grip slightly, 
unfortunately for Paula, Jo's legs were now crushing her breasts. Joanna 
gritted her teeth and squeezed forcing Paula to submit for the second 
time. I checked the clock and then announced "The second submission to 
Joanna after seven minutes and five seconds." 

Both women were now perspiring freely and breathing quite heavily. I 
looked across to the mat Paula was very red in the face and looked 
shattered, and I didn't think it would take Joanna long to finish off her 
novice opponent. Joanna walked to the centre of the mat looking supremely 
confident and Paula came to meet her looking very apprehensive. I rang 
the bell once more. No circling this time Jo took Paula in a headlock and 
threw her to the mat, moving fast she dropped onto Paula and put her in 
another back hammer, working on her weakened arm as she tried to secure 
yet another scissors. Wriggling like an eel, Paula managed to get one 
foot off the mat. "Break!" said Peter. Jo let go and moved to the middle 
of the mat. Paula stood up and suddenly launched herself rugby style at 
Joanna's legs, bringing her crashing to the ground with an audible gasp, 
Paula wasted no time and flipped Jo onto her front, dropped astride her 
back, knocking the wind out of her. Grabbing her gasping foe round, the 
chin with both hands, she pulled her head up and back. "Submit?" asked 
Peter. "NOOooo!" Paula leaned backwards putting an incredible strain on 
Jo's neck. "Yeeeesss!" squealed Joanna. "Third submission to Paula in 
eleven minutes fifteen seconds!" I announced. 

 Against the odds Paula had pulled back a submission, smiling broadly she 
went to her corner. I walked onto the mat and helped the stunned Joanna. 
"I didn't expect that," she gasped as I rubbed her injured neck.  "I 
think you blame your husband for that move he told he's telling her how 
to beat you," I replied. "Hmm, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to swop 
husbands for the evening," she said ruefully , "how do you propose to 
help me beat your wife?" "I don't think you really need my help, just use 
your experience." It seemed strange to me trying to help someone beat my 
wife but Pete's advice was obviously benefiting Paula. I rang the bell. 

They both moved warily towards the centre of the mat, Jo wasn't going to 
get caught  again . There was a flurry of hands and then Paula got Jo 
into a head lock forcing her down to the mat to work on her damaged neck.  
Grunting with effort Joanna tried to break Paula's grip, unable to break 
the hold that way she suddenly pushed upwards with her legs. Now it was a 
test of brute strength, as Jo tried to stand whilst Paula used her extra 
weight to keep her down. Paula tried to adjust her grip on Jo's head, Jo 
felt the hold slacken slightly and with all the strength of her legs 
forced the heavier woman upwards, struggling to keep her balance Paula 
let go. Jo pounced knocking Paula onto her back and catching hold of one 
of her ankles she turned her onto her stomach and executed a perfect 
single leg boston. Paula wriggled and squealed but couldn't dislodge her 
antagonist, as she refused to submit Jo excerted more pressure "YES! YES! 
I GIVE UP!" sobbed Paula unable to take the pain any more. Releasing the 
hold Joanna placed one foot on Paula's back and raised her hands above 
her head in the classic victory pose. 

After the bout the two girls got changed quickly and as we sat 
chatting it became clear that despite her crushing defeat by Jo, Paula 
couldn't wait to try it again.