My Wife vs My Friend's Wife
(sorry for my poor english)
i am attracted to tall women only before marriage. 4 years ago, i met my girl in my gym her name is sira (now she is my wife). i am 5.7'' and 170 lbs ,iam not going regulerly in gym,only for maintaining my weights,
one morning she come in our gym for new admission, in first sight iam not attracted with her, bcz she is average looking and big figuered, sira was 5.11'' tall and 182 lbs with her big-boned shape, she was also not a regular.
after one month i under stood she is staying near to my flat. after we are starting to speak and start friendship, bcz her persanality was very good,she is a smart,she is also coming to gym for controlling her weight,we are around same age ,after words we going to gym three days in a week together,our friendship slipped to romance.
i can post some stories of sira and her friend linda, but my language is the main problem, linda is also tall and big,some time they are meeting together.
after three years linda and her man come to our home
one day they tested their strength ,it was amazing and sexy day,i cannot forgot that day
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Sira and I had been friends with Linda and Deve ever since we had moved to our current home several years ago. Sira and Linda are physical education teachers in the local school system and moonlight as instructors at a fitness center. Both are fit and trim and enjoy participating in a variety of athletics. Sira is an attractive, tall and thick 5'11" woman with medium length thick brown hair. Linda is an inch shorter and a bit heavier with blond hair styled in a boy-cut.
One evening the four of us were clobbering each other over an air hockey game in our recreation room. Deve noticed some of my video equipment spread out on a nearby table. He worked in production at a local TV station and we began talking about our amateur film projects. Linda commented that she bet Sira was my favorite subject. Sira blushed slightly and replied yes, that was so.
Linda brightened and said that was exactly the same for her and Dave. We didn't go into details but decided we shared a mutual interest in what we called "private home videos." After I thought we had dropped the subject Linda pulled Sira off into another room. Dave and I could hear them chattering and laughing before coming back to us.
Sira announced, "I've been wondering what to get my husband for his birthday. How about Linda and I put on a show for you boys that you will never forget?"
"Yes," Linda chirped in. "We've talked a time or two about what it would be like to wrestle each other and we were going to do it at work after hours. But let's say, instead, next Friday we get together at our house and Sira and I have a go at each other, maybe best out of three pins, and you guys can video tape us until your little hearts' content?"
Dave's big sloppy grin told us that he was all for it. And as for me, the blood was already rushing to my temples with anticipation. I don't know about Linda, but this was out of character for my wife. But she did have a strong competitive streak in her. All the following week Sira refused to discuss the subject with me but I suspected Linda and she were making plans.
Finally Friday evening came and we went over to their house. After drinks our wives disappeared and Dave and I went downstairs to their recreation room where they had set up the wrestling "ring." They had pulled all of the hard furniture to the sides of the room creating an open space in the center. Several thick workout mats had been laid out on the floor and covered with sheets. We didn't say much as we fiddled with our cameras and waited for the women.
Soon they both padded barefoot downstairs dressed in bathrobes. "Let's get the show on the road!" they announced together.
Sira started swaying and quietly humming the burlesque tune as she undid the sash on her robe and let it fall away. I was thrilled to see she was wearing her snug lime green rio style bikini swimsuit. I was not expecting her to wear something so revealing. Linda slipped out of her robe. She was wearing a blue bikini swimsuit, full cut, but perfectly accenting her nicely rounded curves. She turned slowly around several times, cocking her hips first to one side then to the other.
"Ain't we cute?" Sira purred in a low voice and then added coyly, "Got your cameras ready boys?"
The two women stepped to the middle of the open area. Linda looked at Dave and I. "We decided this would be pretty open-ended. We'll just see what's going to happen. So, no interference from you two, Okay?"
We nodded, and with that Sira and Linda smiled at each other and then suddenly rushed together with surprising force. They locked hands and pushed hard, testing their strength against each other. Linda appeared naturally to be the stronger, the muscles rippled across her shoulders as she strained against my wife. But Sira was quicker and more agile and she twisted and turned for advantage.
Sira got her arms around the back of Linda's neck and under her arm, using the leverage to bend Linda down. Linda embraced Sira around the waist and the two of them went down on their knees. Neither could break the other's hold.
It was a amazing and sexy look ,two tall and big women wrestling for winning
Linda gradually forced Sira down onto her back. They both grunted and giggled as they released at the same time. Then Sira grabbed Linda at the wrists and the two of them, their bodies pressed tightly together, rolled over twice until the cushions against the sofa stopped them.
They slid back toward the center of the room. But as they did so, Linda pushed Sira down on her back, threw her right leg over her upper torso, and suddenly she was straddling her.
She pressed hard on Sira's shoulders and crowed, "I think I've pinned you!"
As she bore down, Linda's blue top slipped off of one of her nicely rounded breasts. I was thinking, "Sweet." Then I noticed her exposed nipple was totally erect. I could barely keep the camera steady as I wondered if this was just because of the strenuous competition or was she maybe enjoying the bodily contact for other reasons? I glanced at Dave and saw he was noticing the same thing.
Linda started to count, but Sira pulled her legs up and forward, hooking Linda under her arms with her feet. Sira pulled and Linda was propelled backwards off of her. Before Linda could recover Sira spun around and put her in a competitive wrestler's pin while laying at an angle off to her side to prevent Linda from doing the same thing she had just done to her. I admired my wife's smooth and quick motion, not to mention a good view of her firm butt straining against the fabric of her narrow bikini as she applied the pin.
Linda thrashed about for a moment but then conceded. "I give!"
Sira hopped to her feet and did a little cheerleader victory jig. Linda got up smiling while pulling her top over her exposed breast. But there was a hard glint in her eye. I could tell her competitive nature didn't like being beaten like that. Perhaps sexual tension added to the situation. The next round might be full of surprises.
Both women were breathing hard and perspiring from the exertion. They slowly circled each other.
Sira, full of herself, chanted slyly, "Bet you'd like to hoold me... bet you'd like to squeeeze me... bet you'd like to kisss me..."
I had heard her say this before, when she was playful and experiencing a desire for a romp in the clover. Was she getting aroused too I wondered?
With that, they were at each other again. They embraced in mutual bear hugs and tried to throw each other down. They grunted and groaned and then began to laugh. Suddenly they were off balance and went down on the mats in a heap. They grappled in a flurry of arms and legs until Linda got Sira on her back and again straddled her. Only this time she placed herself further forward so Sira couldn't hook her with her feet. My view was of Sira's green bikini top peeking out from under Linda's blue bottoms as Linda gripped Sira's sides with her thighs and bore down. But my wife's agility again served her well. Her legs churned furiously and she managed to turn over onto her stomach and wiggle out from under Linda.
The action was getting a lot more intense. Sira scrambled to her feet with a little hoot of derision.
Linda got up while saying, "You're not going to get away this time."
She had a feral expression on her face. She wasn't kidding around anymore. Still, the next moment startled everyone. Linda made a fist with her right hand, hauled back, and drove a hard punch into Sira's gut, right at the waistline of her low-slung bikini with a loud "Thunk!"
It happened fast. With a look of amazement Linda hurriedly stepped back and abruptly broke off the assault. I don't think at the time she was planning to do it. She was simply caught up in the heat of the moment.
Sira's reaction was one of shock and dismay. She gritted her teeth, clutched her midsection with both hands, and let out a long, "Ohhh!"
She doubled over and then fell into the sofa. She evidently passed out as she fell. With arms now thrown loosely back, she slowly tumbled off the sofa and onto the mats. She rolled completely over once and ended up laying on her back, unmoving, half on and half off one of the floor mats.
The thought occurred that maybe Dave and I should break this up before someone got hurt. But our wives' display of power and sensuality rooted us in our places. It would be the girls' call.
Linda looked down at my wife with a smile of grim satisfaction. Sira seemed to regain her senses as Linda stood over her and pulled her up to a sitting position.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you."
Sira grimaced, "It just took me by surprise, that's all. I suppose you want to count that as your pin? Okay, that mean the next one tells the tale."
Sira's top came undone as she got up and it fell away. She didn't seem to mind as she tied it back into place. She had an odd expression, like she was so into her own little world she didn't notice Dave's leer or my embarrassment. The two women started circling each other. Despite her bravado, Sira appeared unsteady. Linda seemed to relish her power and ability to dominate.
Linda said, "There is one more thing I want to try on you but I don't think it will hurt nearly as much as the punch. It's called a 'sleeper.'"
Standing behind her, she put her hands around the base of Sira's neck feeling for pressure points. Sira tried to twist away. But there was no fight left in her. It was almost as if she had given up and was willing to submit to whatever her friend had in mind for her. She groaned softly as her head lolled down.
Satisfied that she knew where to squeeze, Linda pushed her down onto her knees, coming down behind her. With her right hand Linda stroked the side of Sira's face before encircling her neck and bringing her left arm alongside of Sira's head. She suddenly applied pressure in both areas.
Sira's eyes went wide as she tried to pry Linda's arms away from her neck while she was at the same time being pulled backwards. Once her legs were out from under her, she thrashed from side to side for a moment causing one breast to become exposed. But then she just seemed to passively surrender to Linda's embrace. She stopped struggling. She gave out a series of deep and prolonged soft, "Ah, ah, ah," as if she was now experiencing some sort of pleasure. She even had a little smile on her face as she suddenly convulsed and then went still. She slipped into complete unconsciousness.
Linda released her hold immediately and let Sira's limp body slide all the way to the floor. Her legs were bent up at the knees. Linda demurely pulled Sira's bikini top over her breast and then pushed her legs down until she was lying spread-eagled on her back. She breathed slowly as if asleep. She looked so lovely and so vulnerable.
Linda knelt over her fallen friend. She touched Sira on the cheek. She was oblivious to both her husband and I and seemed to be exhilarated as well as confused. She smoothed Sira's hair and then her hand glided down and over Sira's top. She made caressing little circles over the material and then pushed it aside.
She mumbled, more to herself than to us, "Cute.... Your little titties are so nice and hard. I have to know just one thing.... I have to know if you enjoyed this the same way I did."
With that, her hand continued down the center of Sira's body, over her stomach, until she got to the waist of her bikini panties.
"Oh my, it is a little red here where I hit you. I hope you won't be too sore," she said gently.
She hesitated and then continued down, tracing a line with her index finger over the nylon until she came to Sira's rounded vulva, made quite distinct by the tight panties and the way her legs were spread. Linda slowly and gently pressed several times until Sira's labial lips were outlined by the fabric.
Breathing hard, Linda returned to the waistline. This time her hand disappeared under the swimsuit bottoms, causing it to lift up and exposing some light fluff hair around the edges. Linda was quivering and her breath was coming in short little gasps as she withdrew her hand and looked at it. Her fingertips were wet and slippery, glistening with moisture.
She backed away from her unconscious friend, stood up, and nudged Sira's body with her foot. Sira didn't move. She was still totally out
Dave and I were shocked and hardly comprehending as Linda said, "Yes, you obviously enjoyed it as much as I did."
The sight of Linda standing over my fallen wife invoked in me both feelings of sympathy and passion. What had Sira experienced? Why was she so turned on? Did the two of them have any idea it would come to this?
Sira started to come around. I was going to help her but she motioned me back. She got slowly to her feet, again with the same distant expression on her face, as if she was in her own private world. Would it be a world I would be allowed to share in or was this something just between friends?
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