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Sarah had been careful to keep her fighting past a secret from her husband, Jim. She was sure he wouldn’t be happy to learn that, as a student, she had mastered every form of unarmed combat, along with common brawling. No, Jim knew her first as his secretary, who wore smart skirts to work, with tights and heels; then later as his loving wife who still had a taste for the skirts, dresses, make-up and handbags.
Therefore she was horrified when a friend of hers recalled their student days, in Jim’s company. This friend laughingly referred to an occasion when Sarah had reduced a male student to tears when she had a fight with him. She recounted how Sarah had wrestled him to submission, performed acrobatic high kicks, thrown him to the floor, and knocked him onto his back with one punch.
After the “friend” had left, there was an embarrassing silence between the couple. Jim felt he needed a beer. After a sip, he broached the subject to her.
“I never knew that about you,” he croaked, his voice echoing the strange feeling that he had.
“I didn’t think you’d like it,” Sarah answered, cursing her friend.
“I certainly don’t,” he retorted.
“Well,” Sarah coaxingly suggested, “I gave it up 5 years ago, and I’m no longer the same person.”
Despite Jim saying he didn’t like it, he couldn’t leave the subject alone either. To Sarah, he seemed to become obsessed with it. Day after day he would ask her about it, to her irritation. Then, one evening, he asked a thunderbolt of a question:
“Would you demonstrate your fighting skills on me?”
Sarah refused, horrified - or at least gave that impression. The truth was that she had come to realise that Jim had a fetish about her fighting abilities. She enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her. Of course she said the idea was outrageous, primly sitting upright and shaking her head, like an indignant school mistress. She enjoyed teasing him. Jim implored her.
“No!” she snapped angrily (while slyly smiling to herself). Then she changed the subject, but sensed the answer she would get:
“What do you want for your birthday? It’s a fortnight today.”
“What I’ve just asked you to do,” Jim answered.
Sarah appeared to think before relenting, “Well, as it is your birthday … and as you are my husband …”
Jim was overjoyed, gushing his thanks.
“But I make the rules,” Sarah insisted. “You must be naked, and you must try to fight back. After 5 years it’ll be good training for me.”
She spent the fortnight exercising. She went to the gym to train with weights, and at home she touched her toes and did stretching exercises in front of Jim because she knew he would find it arousing.
At last the day came. The room was cleared of furniture and Sarah put on a black leotard. She looked the perfect example of womanhood: fairly large but firm breasts, a narrow waist broadening urgently down to the hips, and long, shapely legs. She wore her hair in a bun, which gave her an air of authority. Jim was naked, and had an erection in anticipation. They kissed, and Sara moved her hand downward, those familiar magical fingers curling themselves around his erection.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sarah asked unnecessarily.
“Yes!” Jim implored her.
“Well get on your knees and beg then.”
He did as he was told. She observed him for a few moments, and then launched herself at him. She brought him down on his back, then hauled him up again. After that she spun him violently round, lifted him off the floor, and - crack - he was on his back again. Now his head was trapped in a head scissors. Sara smiled at the muffled sounds coming from Jim. She managed to catch “What are you doing?” when she reached down and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand, feeling him shudder.
“I thought we might as well have a bit of a sex-fight,” she explained. “What’s the matter, don’t you like it?” His answer was inaudible.
Sarah released her hold, wrenched him up and punched him, while kneeing him in the groin. Her right hook almost had him back on the floor again, and although his groin hurt, her thigh against his manhood had the same effect as her hand earlier.
Sarah had said he must fight back, but how could he? She had the initiative all the time. With his mouth smarting from the right hook, she hauled his right arm behind him. Now that hurt! Any slight move by Jim only increased the pain, and he kept to his position of being bent forward at a 90 degree angle. There was a tearing feeling in his neck as she applied her elbow to it before manipulating him upright and round, then kicking him in the groin.
This brought him down again. She briefly followed, and sat on him, before hauling him back up and punching him again, then kicking. But they weren’t ordinary punches and kicks. She was airborne when she delivered them, his face being the target first, next his groin.
Sarah had total mastery of the situation. Even when she appeared to fall or stumble, it was only to gain an advantage. Jim was close to panic. For Sarah’s part, she was loving it. The will to win had taken her over. She had forgotten how exciting she found it to beat and dominate a man. As she brought him down yet again, she stood over him, fists clenched in triumph, relishing her power.
Jim was desperate. His wife had become possessed. Here she was lifting him above her head - his pretty wife with a taste for skirts, dresses and handbags! Or she would mangle his neck in a headlock before spinning him over her shoulder and back onto the floor.
After one such tumble Sarah sat on his middle and took his cock into her hand again. Ah, that exquisite feeling! She looked down at her husband, while her hand moved up and down, with an ominous look on her face. This was just a short break before she resumed the fight. He was manipulated onto his shoulders with her knee on his groin. One minute he was on his back, the next he’d been yanked up to be greeted with devastating uppercut. Or it was a kick to his face.
But now her hand clasped his cock again. She was as practiced and as skilful in the marital arts as she was in the martial. It was a longer caress this time, even accompanied by kisses. “Don’t stop,” implored Jim, as she brought him to ever newer heights. But stop she eventually did, to return to the attack. She seemed to delight in bringing him to full erection, only then to target his cock with her knee or foot. As a variation, she once pinned him with her foot on his arm while she squeezed his balls.
But she always returned to the violence. It might be a knee to the groin or face, a kick, a punch, or another one of those infernal wrestling holds. How many were there, for heaven’s sake? As she sat on Jim’s back with his arm wrenched in a full Nelson, he thought that must be all of them. But it wasn’t. Later on he suffered still more, with both arms trapped agonisingly in the same way.
Jim had had enough. After Sarah had brought him down with a kick she glared menacingly at him. He shielded his eyes, and said “No more.”
“Oh, no,” Sarah replied, proceeding to drag him into another head scissors. (It was, after all, her turn for some sexual stimulation, after she had given him a lot of attention that way.) She engulfed his head between her upper thighs with his face touching her sex through the thin material of her leotard. Just to make sure, she held his head in place. She began to stir and moan with pleasure.
But she returned to the combat. After some blistering kicks and knee attacks, she had Jim on his back again. She sat on his groin and proceeded to punch his face. It was knocked to one side then the other. As well as mastering karate kicks, judo falls and wrestling holds, she could punch as well as any young man in a street fight.
Having been raised onto his feet again, Jim even tried a couple of punches himself. Sarah dodged, and replied with a stinger to his chin.
But she could see he was tiring. After a flurry of kicks, and a last tumble, his worn-out body lay immovable on his front. Whether he was unconscious or not hardly counted. Sarah sat on his back, arms aloft in triumph.
Not bad, considering she’d just been training!