My wife, Angela, was really kicking ass at the club, Flamingo Girls Wrestling, and my friend, Rob, couldn?t have been happier. About 6 months ago he started the ?competitive? rules mixed matches back up at his club. I had originally talked him into starting them back up with modified rules as a way of helping my wife fulfill her fantasy of competing in those types of matches with men a lot bigger and stronger than her, but the interest that was there turned the whole prospect into a huge moneymaker for us and his club. Six months ago my wife was the only woman he had working for him willing to participate in such matches and the guys couldn?t get in there fast enough to get a piece of her. It didn?t matter that the rules structure we set up (see part 1) put them at a severe disadvantage. No matter how big of a disadvantage they were at, they were still itching for a shot. As a pre-arranged agreement between my wife and me she was not allowed to do more than two matches a month and this artificially controlled the supply even more. Rob was able to raise the price of the matches even more as a result. Rob was really leaning on my wife to take on more matches but she and I had our safety limit agreement. That?s when my wife got creative three months ago and brought in this lesbian couple, Cynthia and Kate, from her taekwondo class to the club and got Cynthia involved in the matches. As a ?finder?s fee? Rob agreed to kick $100 from every match that Cynthia takes back to us and since Cynthia was an absolute machine this added up quickly.
Cynthia was what you would call a classic bull dyke. She was 5?10 and weighed at least 200 pounds. Her hair was very short and was a mix of jet black and blond. She had at least two nose rings. Her tits were probably a B cup but she had a great ass and two legs that looked extremely toned. Apparently she and her ?life partner?, Kate, noticed my wife one day during classes after she had cut her red hair extremely short. I guess they believed that she might be interested in a three way. In any event, she got to know the two of them well and found out that Cynthia was a complete man hater and this type of activity was right up her alley. After three months of doing the matches she came up with the idea of trying to get Cynthia and maybe Kate involved at the club. She proposed the idea to both of them in the locker room and suggested that Cynthia wrestle me first and decide if that was really something that she would be into. When my wife told me about it I agreed to do a semi-nude ?competitive? match with her at Rob?s club. With her weight being about 200 and mine being around 235 at the time I thought it was close enough. I had really been hitting the weights the last three months to bulk up more as the Judge for my wife?s matches and was more muscular then I had ever been. The downside was that I hadn?t had any apartment or club matches lately. The only condition was that Kate and my wife got to watch the match and both would act as the judges. We set the match out about a week and my wife said she would give Cynthia a thorough explanation of the rules.
The day of the match came and I was very excited. I got dressed in the club locker room in a nice sheer pair of dark tan pantyhose. As per the rules I forced both my large testicles down to the bottom of my scrotum and then attached a large rubber band above them. I entered the room and saw my wife and Kate already there. I got hard as a rock when I saw that my wife had on a leather biker jacket with nothing underneath and sheer tan pantyhose. My wife came over and gave me a big kiss and fondled my cock and balls a little. I told her that I wanted her to wear that in bed tonight. Kate was no slouch either. She was about my wife?s height but probably weighed about 150 pounds. She had amazing blond hair and was at least a D cup. I definitely knew she was the ?woman? in the relationship. She was in a tight halter-top and jeans, and judging by her outfit the leather jacket my wife had on actually belonged to her. My gaze drifted down her body and I noticed a pair of obscenely huge black boots on her feet. They had a nice shine to them and about a 2-3 inch heel, but the toe part was huge and chunky. I thought to myself that she has to have feet almost as big as my wife?s. Kate caught my gaze lingering on her boots and smiled, ?Look menacing don?t they?? I just nodded. She continued, ?Well they should be, these are my nutbusters.? Kate said, ?I?ve won at least five bar fights because of these babies.? Kate continued, ?Cynthia and I love to go to these red neck country bars and just start making out to get the local red neck assholes riled up and once they get physical it?s on.? ?We were in a great scrape just a week ago with a bunch of stupid cowboy pansies and one of them gave me this.? Kate lifted her shirt and showed me a huge bruise in her rib area. I said it looks like someone took a sledgehammer to her ribs. She smirked and said, ?Yeah this jerk was about 6?5 and had to be 250 with fists the size of small hams but it was worth it because when I went down I saw Cynthia?s boot coming up between his legs from behind to smash his world.? ?Her boots are exactly like mine, only she wears a size 13, the guy was down for the count.? I reflexively closed my legs a little just trying to imagine the type of damage that kind of boot would cause on a direct kick. ?When all was said and done two of the guys were passed out and I bet the other two wished they were.? ?I personally managed to bash those two and unfortunately I don?t kick as hard as Cynthia does, but I bet their cowgirls are going to be very unsatisfied for the next few weeks or so and get tired of switching out ice packs. My wife gave Kate a high five.