Newlyweds' Erotic Wrestling Match

I'm an athletic and fun-loving guy in his mid-20's, average height and weight. Trim and good-looking, I'm a pro shoot wrestler, and it shows in my lean, muscular build. I've recently married the love of my life, a beautiful mixed martial artist.

My wife is just a couple years younger than me, and a perfect blend of cute and sexy. Though she trains hard at the gym daily and is a fierce competitor in the cage, she's the sweetest woman in the world. She's curvy, but it's all muscle, her only fat being located in her tits, a respectable and perky C cup pair. She's a nice girl, but has an aggressive side, and enjoys trading submissive and dominant roles in the bedroom.

The two of us have had playful impromptu bouts now and then, and we've both found it to be a big turn-on. I'm proud of my physical prowess, but she's no casual rival, and it's been bringing out my inner competitor. She recently told me she wanted to try planning something more elaborate, something just a bit rougher and much more erotic.

In my spare time I set up a makeshift ring in our home, complete with ropes and a well-padded mat. I've gotten into a tight-fitting, semi-transparent speedo that'll drive her wild, and I stretch in my corner, waiting for her to come out of the next room.

Some bass-thumping, high-energy music makes me turn around to catch her stepping between the ropes into the ring, and I immediately get hard. She notices, and in turn inhales sharply at the sight of my growing bulge.

She's wearing a tiny sheer white bra, with a matching low-rise G-string that barely covers her smoothly waxed pussy. Almost nothing is left to even my wild imagination. An oiled-up sheen over her well-toned body is evident, and only accentuates what her lacy lingerie is not trying hard enough to conceal. Instead of her usual efficient ponytail, she put her up her hair in pigtails, keeping her bangs intact. It gives her an air of feigned innocence, the sweet girl gone naughty. She's already playing games with me.

"And here to challenge the champ," she giggles shyly, "is his own wife, the grappling Princess!" She friskily flexes her ample biceps, and I spy the slight lumps of triceps underneath. Cute, but strong. She may be a woman, but she will still be a difficult opponent in the ring.

In this match-up, I have a slight height advantage and good upper body strength, but she is solidly built, and she's got powerful thighs and calves, not to mention her solid, meaty ass. She's been hitting the stairs again. I lick my lips. It's going to be hard making an effort to avoid her biggest assets.

She leans back in her corner, seductively biting her lower lip while twirling her finger on her pigtail.

"First one to tap out, get pinned for a 3-count, or come, loses", she says with a nervous smile. "No striking is allowed, only submission and impact grappling moves. Are you ready to do this?"

"What about you?" I reply, only half-jokingly. I'm secretly glad no punching or kicking is allowed, because it's her forte in her MMA matches against other girls. But that's getting farther and farther from my thoughts as I gaze at the goddess of the ring standing before me. My cock is aching to tackle and mount her, skipping the foreplay entirely. "You ready to get dominated?"

She giggles.

"Oh, it's not going to be that easy," she purrs back, walking towards me, her ample hips swaying sensuously. She raises her arms to begin grappling, ready to get down and dirty. Her rapidly hardening nipples are betraying her excitement.

I lock up with her, and am surprised at how evenly we are matched, muscles straining for an advantage.