Panties (mixed)

This is a mixed expositional tale of my real life wrestle slut/fuck buddy, not an action packed tale but a true account of our matches.
Hope you enjoy, have a happy indypenis day (bad pun, don't spaz)
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I wrestle this cougar chick once or twice a month, sometimes less if she's just busy with life and work. She's 43, dark curly hair, white with dark brown eyes. Around 5'6" weighs about 140 or so, not fat but a little out of shape. We first used to wrestle in motel rooms because she didn't want her husband finding out. She sent me a text once explaining he was cool with us wrestling and messing around but he wanted to watch to make sure I didn't hurt her. I kinda liked her cuz Jenny, that's her name, was kind of a freak--in a good way.
In their small trailer we'd, her husband Charlie and I, would move the furniture into either the kitchen or the hallway to their bedroom. She had a grandson, 5, who would stay over on the weekends sometimes which was why she was always busy. Charlie was a skinny dude, halfway bald with this pedophile-ish thin mustache. He seemed kinda wimpy and struggled to move the sofa while I had no problem with it.
Jenny and I would wrestle in our underwear, she went topless so I didn't rip her bra; she's a 36C. Our matches were rough, starting on our knees with my bulge protruding from my boxers while her nipples were stiff. She wore glasses normally but had to take them off to wrestle. Charlie would sit on a chair as part of their plastic dining room furniture in the small kitchen and watch us roll around.
I'd grab Jenny in a headlock by her curly hair as she pinched my nipple. This hurts more when a girl does it and I let go as she tries to scissor my waist since by now we're on our sides on the thin brown carpet. I'd return the favor and twist her nipple making her squeal. She'd call me a cheater for doing this which at first I was like "...you serious" but than realize its just her personality; whenever she's losing you're obviously cheating. She wouldn't be able to lock her ankles together so I could attach a claw to either her soft tummy or the back of her chubby thigh; either got the same result of her thrashing around until I was free.
If I was lucky, when she tried to pry my hand off her thigh I would let go and grab that hand to flip her over and pull her wrist up high on her back in a hammerlock. I would usually pin it down with my knee than yank her head back by her hair than lace my fingers under her jowls in a chin lock. She would grunt and groan, kick her bare feet on the carpet; try to mumble that I was cheating--since the chin lock prevented her from speaking much.
Sometimes our fights would get rough, like instead of a chin lock I'd have her in a schoolgirl pin, her thin arms secured under my knees and I'd torture her by pinching her nips or just slapping her hard across the face, asking her if she gave up. She would squeal and buck, these times is when Charlie looked the most uncomfortable. He'd say I was hurting her too much so I'd stop and sit up a second while Jenny told him to shut the fuck up or he couldn't watch anymore.
Either way once I had her pinned or in an inescapable hold, after about five minutes of her grunting and bucking, trying to escape, she'd finally say, " I give up." But I'd still keep the hold until she called me master. If I had really whooped her or had a painful hold on she would but if she refused I'd just make her say uncle.
After I officially won I would yank her panties off and finger her, she usually came right away as wrestling was her turn-on. She than suck me hard and we'd screw right there on the floor in front of Charlie. She was a screamer and it was obvious whenever she came--sometimes she squirted a little, just gushing a big wet spot on the carpet. It would usually be missionary but sometimes I'd let her ride but she liked to be staring into my eyes, wouldn't let you close your eyes to fantasize or whatever. "Where are you going?" she'd ask, pressing her face against mine so we were even kissing with our eyes open.
She was so tight for an older lady, squeezing me extra harder when she came. Felt so good that even when she's on top and I had already blew my load inside her, she kept squeezing me so my cock stayed hard until sometimes she rode me to another orgasm.
The best part is that after I win I got to keep her panties as a trophy. Sometimes she'd win, usually by her crushing body scissors so I wouldn't mind having to hand over my tommy hilfiger boxers but her panties always smelt great. Since she would run out I let her "earn" them back by blowing me in my car behind her job. If she could suck me off before her break was over than she got her drawers back. She became a champion cock sucker after training under this time constraint.
Jenny and I did this until her and Charlie split up than she moved to the hills of Pennsylvania--Shippensberg to be precise. We hook up once a year when I drive up there but her life has gotten a lot more complicated.