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.