HIS FRIEND'S WIFE

Reader-written short story about a friend whose wife wrestles him to submission.

A friend of mine married to a woman much bigger than him asked me if my wife ever 
wrestles with me. He noticed the sad look on my face as I told him she didn't, and said 
that I don't realize how lucky I am. When I asked him why, he told me.

He said that he and his wife, Helen, never wrestled before they were married. But soon 
after their marriage she advanced on him telling him they were going to wrestle. He was 
startled, a little fearful because she is so much bigger than him and he had no idea if she 
could take him or not, but also excited at the prospect of what might occur.  It didn't take 
him long to find out that she was stronger than him and she easily pinned him. Although 
he was embarrassed, especially at the look of triumph in Helen's eyes and the smug smile 
on her face as she looked down at him, he couldn't help but enjoy her domination o him 
and he was aroused at being held so helplessly by her. After a few minutes, Helen jumped 
up, held her arm in the air, proclaimed that she was the winner, looked down at her 
husband and ominously told him that they definitely would be doing this again.

It sure did happen again, and again, and again. The flood gates had opened and Helen 
attacked her husband almost every day, without warning and constantly overpowered him 
each time causing him more and more discomfort. She developed a technique where, 
after she threw him down she sat at first on his legs and then would very slowly crawl up 
on his body causing more discomfort and then pain as she advanced. She got to his 
stomach and bounced on it several times. As Helen did this, she giggled as though she 
was playing, but he was not able to participate in her fun. 

He was having the wind painfully knocked out of him. Then she would advance on his 
body so that her knees dug into his hands, and then his arms and arm muscles and then 
into his shoulder blades. She continued to smile down at him, but the pain she was 
causing him as her knees dug into him, and the anticipation of yet more pain to come as 
she continued her advance , became excruciating. Finally, Helen wrapped her legs around 
his face and squeezed as hard as she could, smiling in triumph and ecstasy  as she 
satisfied her needs and her husband moaned and sometimes screamed in pain. She would 
finally jump off him, stick her foot in his face and demand that he kiss it. After he did, 
she would kick him in the face, and tell him to get ready for next time as she walked 
away from him.

When my friend finished telling me this, he must have noticed the glazed look in my eyes 
and thought it was because I had not been paying attention to what he had told me. "Oh 
no", I assured him, "I was listening to every word ". Then he smiled because he realized 
that I was excited over what he told me. But he shook his head knowingly, insisting that I 
wouldn't want to go through what he does. I can't help but think he is wrong on that.