Your Freedom

Satisfied with her performance in the match, and your performance afterwards, Kelsey slowly unwraps her legs from around you and rises to her feet.

The adrenaline of the match, the thrill of victory, and receiving worship from her beaten opponent have all filled her with a glow and excitement she's never felt before. My wife is absolutely beaming, soaking in the audiences praise as she picks up the ref's mic and places it to her soft lips.

"I hope you all enjoyed the show! I'll be back next week, and maybe one of you losers will be lucky enough to get your ass completely dominated by me like this pathetic little jobber did!".

With that, she drops the mic and heads towards the edge of the ring, leaving you face down panting in a puddle of your own juices, your back and neck throbbing with pain. As the eroticism subsides, you manage to roll onto your back. You are left with nothing but defeat, shame, and an extremely sore body.

You close your eyes and sense the cool air on your face, the heat from the lights overhead, and the constant flashing and clicking of cameras capturing the scene of your final defeat: On your back with your victors juices glistening on your face, and your own fluids creating an extremely visible and embarrassing wetspot on your crotch, having cum yourself whilst begging for mercy from a housewife turned ring godess.