The unthinkable!

The panting, half-naked body of a beaten, broken domestic housewife has pinned your shoulders to the mat.

Only she wasn’t so beaten and broken after all.

Having rendered the three-count that delivered victory to the still dazed Blue Angel, the referee stands up to give way to the crowd’s immediate reaction.

Or maybe lack thereof.

You had promised them a champion-caliber fucking that would rock this ring from pillar to post.

You did not deliver on that promise.

The smell of sex and sweat rouses you back into full awareness as Kelsey peels her glistening tits off your face.

Her face is a myriad of many different things.

Disorientation then confusion.

Confusion and then…

“...fuck.” Her eyes widen.

Then realization.

Fuck, you say to yourself, the tone obviously much different.

Kelsey squirms a little atop your sternum, testing her sore joints.

She looks down at you, and you absolutely despise looking up at her.

No words are spoken. None need to be.

The roles are now firmly established.

My wife, the winner.

You, the loser.

Out of the jaws of defeat…

Kelsey, my beautiful, brash wife, gives you a smile of quickly returning confidence.

… she is victorious.

That smile soon morphs into a grimace as she moves more of her body, squirming atop your heaving chest.

Reluctantly, some in the crowd give the Blue Angel her due respect.

Her womanly scent taunts you as the body you were so freely using and abusing earlier has now reclaimed its former autonomy.

No longer the jobberslut, a triumphant woman begins to rise up over you.

You can do nothing but look, your ego fully broken.

Those strong legs that had pumped kick after kick into your face push my wife up to her feet.

And now, more fans are joining in, cheering her on.

As if gaining strength from their cheers, she stands, bare breasts on full display.

No longer the shameful display of a jobberslut stripped of her fighting outfit.

Her perfect tits now thrust out with the pride of an apex predator standing over a fresh kill. A conqueror's chest, daring anyone to challenger her supremacy.

Her smooth pussy leers down at you, the sight of her tight sweat glistening lips giving your cock a newly submissive yearning, and futile twitches.

Even your cock knows you're a fucking loser.

A loser who isn't getting what you want anymore. This is her night now.

Having finally caught her breath, Kelsey looks around as your fans all slowly become her fans.

They start a chant, starting slow and quiet but steadily building into a roar.

"Blue Angel..."

"Blue Angel!"

"BLUE ANGEL!!!"

The sound is **** to your ears, and it’s probably music to hers.

She staggers to the side, turning so you can see the plump roundness of her ass, painfully absent of a hard cock drilling into it.

But she turns more, eventually giving you her back.

Looking over her shoulder, she instructs you with a simple flicker of her eyes.

Bitch. You sit up, grimace and all.

Putting ego aside, you reach up and undo the bindings that had secured her hands together.

Now free, Kelsey takes one, two steps forward, twirls around…

The rules stipulate the winner can take 30 minutes to make sure the loser doesn't forget their place too soon.

Your eyes plead for mercy, but it's not exactly like you played nice with her tonight.