"This is getting ridiculous. I just counted 23 cars parked on our cul-de-sac today, and there were almost that many here last Saturday," said Rhonda as she peered through her living room window. Hearing no response from her husband, she turned and asked, "Doesn't having all those cars parked on our street every week bother you?"

Carl looked up from the newspaper he was reading. "No, it's only one day a week and most of the cars aren't here past 4:00 or so. What does it matter?"

"It didn't matter to me when all the cars used to park in Laura's driveway and in front of her property and then, later, in front of Marilyn's. But today some of them are parked in front of our place. Maybe Marilyn doesn't mind, but I do. And, anyway, what's going on over there every Saturday? It gets pretty damn noisy sometimes in their backyard. Do you think they're throwing a big pool party every single week?"

"I don't know, maybe. Rick and Laura do have an enormous pool and spa. And I've noticed that a lot of the women who've come over there are wearing bikinis." And I've also noticed that ALL of them have had big tits, Carl added to himself.

"Well, I think it's inconsiderate of them to have their guests park in front of our house all day long. I think we should go over to Rick and Laura's and talk to them. If we don't say something today, they'll think it's OK to do it from now on."

Carl put down the paper. "Sure you're not just pissed off because they haven't invited us to any of these parties of theirs?" He held up his hand when Rhonda started to protest. "Hey, listen, forget about them. What about us? I thought we were going to do something fun today since your mom's got the kids for the weekend. Either go out somewhere or else stay home and have some 'fun' right here. What do you think?" he asked his wife with a leering grin.

"I think we should go over to Rick and Laura's first," she replied. A busty redhead in her mid-30s, Rhonda enjoyed sex and was all for taking advantage of having the house to themselves. However, making love with Carl lately had not been nearly as exciting or satisfying as it had been years ago when they'd first gotten together. Then, they couldn't keep their hands--or mouths--off each other, fucking like rabbits anytime, anywhere and in any way. Rhonda suspected Carl felt the same as she did, but she'd been at a loss as to how to improve their sex life.

Seeing the expression on her husband's face, Rhonda sat down on the leather sofa next to him and gently squeezed his muscular thigh. "OK, we'll talk to them later. Let's go out and get some lunch now, and then go to that adult shop that just opened in town. We'll buy ourselves some new toys, and then we'll come home and 'play' with them the rest of the day. How does that sound?"

"Like fun," said Carl. "Let's go!"

They entered their attached garage through the laundry room and got into their car. Carl opened the automatic garage door, started the car and was backing out into the driveway when he found it had been blocked by a parked Lexus. "Oh, great," huffed Rhonda. "It's not enough that their guests' cars are all lined up blocking the front of our house. Now they're blocking our driveway, too."

"Well, I guess we're going over to talk to Rick and Laura now after all," Carl said.

Even though they lived next door to each other, it took Rhonda and Carl almost five minutes to walk to Laura and Rick's front door. Both couples' homes had spacious yards and were well set back from the street. Their street was located at the very top of a hill and was a long, private cul-de-sac with only three homes on it, and each home sat on a two- to three-acre lot. The houses formed a kind of triangle, with Rick and Laura's at the top and the two others at the base. Currently, parked cars lined a good part of the street and filled Laura and Rick's big circular driveway.

Rhonda rang the door bell repeatedly, but there was no answer. "They must all be out back," she said. "Let's go around to the poolside gate."

Finding the gate locked, they walked to the opposite side of the house and tried the gate they knew opened into their neighbors' tennis court area. It was unlocked. Carl pushed it open and ran straight into a card table, covered with a cloth, that had stacks of papers and a metal box on top. Seated behind the table were their neighbor Marilyn's 21 year old daughter, Jennifer, and a young man with multiple tattoos and earrings. Jennifer was wearing a black bikini that didn't come close to covering her substantial breasts. She smiled when she saw the couple coming through the gate.

"Well, hi, Mrs. Williams, Mr. Williams. How are you? I haven't seen you guys in a really long time. How are the kids doing? It's been, like, forever since you've called me to babysit them. Don't you guys go out anymore? 'Course, I'm not home that much now, but still," Jennifer babbled to her perplexed neighbors. "Oh, I'm sorry, this is my boyfriend, Donnie."

"Hey, how's it going?" the young man said as he slouched back in his chair.

"Uh, good," replied Carl. He heard cheering and shouting coming from somewhere behind the tennis court and was craning his neck to find the source when Jennifer said, "That'll be a $200 donation today for the both of you."

"What?" asked Rhonda. "What are you talking about? We just came over here to talk to Rick and Laura about all the cars parked in front of our place and to get the guest who blocked our driveway to move his car."

"Oh, you're not staying to watch the wrestling matches?" Jennifer glanced down at a clipboard in front of her. "Oh, yeah, you guys's names aren't on today's guest list. Well, you should at least stay to watch my mom's first match. It's starting in about 20 minutes. Here," she said as she handed Rhonda a sheet of paper, "here's today's schedule. She's gonna be wrestling Bridget, you don't wanna miss it. It's gonna be a really hot match."

Rhonda and Carl looked at each other and said at the same time, "Wrestling?"

"Oh, haven't you guys been here before? This is the Big Breasted Wrestling League. It's for women who have, you know, big tits. They wrestle in bikinis. But sometimes," Jennifer added in a confidential tone, "they end up wrestling topless or even naked if their clothes get ripped offa them while they're fighting. My mom joined the League, like, two months ago, and she really likes it. I was thinking of joining, too. I mean, I'm big enough, you know?" she said as she pointed to her large, barely-contained breasts. "You only have to be a D cup to join, and I wear an F cup. And, your tits have to be real, which mine are. Donnie would like to see me wrestle, wouldn't you, Donnie?"

"Hell, yeah," said her boyfriend as he reached over to fondle one of her firm-fleshed tits.

Jennifer giggled then said, "The only thing is, I'd be in the same division as my mom and I'd have to wrestle her. I mean, how weird would that be?"

"Very," Rhonda agreed. "So, can you tell us where Laura and Rick are? We need to talk to them right away."

"Sure." Jennifer pointed to a circular grove of tall trees some distance behind the tennis court. "Rick and Laura are over there where the wrestling's going on. Rick's a referee so he might be working right now. Laura's match is already over so she's probably free."

"Thanks a lot," said Carl as he and Rhonda started to walk away.

"Oh, wait a minute, I forgot to ask," said Jennifer. "You guys don't have a camera or camcorder on you, do you? Cuz no pictures or filming of any kind is allowed."

"No, we sure don't," Rhonda responded as she and Carl turned and left.

"You know, Mrs. Williams, you should think about wrestling, too," the young woman called out. "Your tits look big enough."

"Uh, thanks, Jennifer," Rhonda called back over her shoulder as Carl broke out laughing.

They walked past the tennis court and across a manicured lawn and then came upon probably the last thing they'd ever have expected to find in their neighbors' yard. A large, square, padded mat was set on the ground under the shade of the trees. Dozens of people surrounded the mat, most of them sitting in folding chairs two rows deep but some of them standing behind the chairs. The majority of the spectators were men, and they were all dressed in shorts or swim trunks. A few of the women spectators were similarly dressed in shorts or capris, but most of them were wearing bikini bathing suits with or without a robe. Some of these women were even topless, and they were all very well-endowed.

None of the people paid any attention to Carl and Rhonda as the couple approached because they were all watching two bikini-clad women wrestling on the mat. Cheers would go up from the crowd every so often when one of the wrestlers executed a particularly good move. After a couple of minutes, a loud bell rang that apparently signaled the end of the match. A blond man in a black-and-white striped referee's shirt helped both of the women to their feet, then raised the hand of one of them and declared her the winner. The crowd applauded, and each of the women wrestlers walked over to join a man sitting on the sidelines.

Rhonda was flabbergasted; Carl felt his cock stirring in his shorts. Rhonda spied Laura sitting at a small folding table next to the mat and walked over to her. "Hi, Laura," she said. "What's going on here?"

Laura looked up and gave her neighbor a guilty smile. "It's just our little Saturday wrestling league. Well, actually, it's not so little anymore. It started out small, with just a few friends, but I guess it's really grown." When Rhonda remained silent, Laura added, "I've been meaning to tell you about it. Rick and I figured you and Carl would wonder what was going on here every Saturday. But I just didn't know how to bring it up to you."

"I thought you two were having a pool party every week. It doesn't matter to Carl or me except that one of your guests' cars is blocking our driveway right now. We were just on our way out to lunch."

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that," Laura said, and she immediately yelled out to the crowd about moving the offending car. "I've honestly tried to spread the word not to park in front of your house, but I guess not everyone got the message."

"When we came in through your gate just now, Marilyn's daughter Jennifer asked us for a $200 donation. What's that all about?"

"Well, because the League has grown so much, we've had to buy a lot more equipment and supplies," Laura explained. "And a lot more people want to come and watch the matches. We decided that, to raise money for our expenses, we'd ask for donations from the spectators. We figured we couldn't charge admission because that would be like operating a business here. So we ask for an 'optional' $100 donation per person per week. So far, everyone has paid. We provide beverages and a catered lunch and also the use of our pool, spa and pool house. We give each of our wrestlers a pass so their husband or boyfriend or whoever can get in free every Saturday. And we also decided to use the extra donation money to award cash prizes to the top wrestlers at the end of the season."

Carl joined the two women at the table the same time as their other neighbor, Marilyn. Marilyn was wearing an open terry cloth robe over a pastel bikini that clearly showed her assets. Although she normally dressed conservatively, Carl had long suspected she had huge tits. His suspicion now confirmed, he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her very impressive chest.

"Hello, you two," Marilyn said to Rhonda and Carl. "Did you come here to see me wrestle? My first match of the day is going to be starting soon."

"Um, well, uh," mumbled Rhonda. She couldn't keep from staring at the older woman's tits, either. Marilyn? she thought. A bikini wrestler? "Um, actually, we came over because someone's car is blocking our driveway and we need to get out. We were just about to go to lunch and then do some shopping."

"But we can wait until after your match is over, Marilyn," Carl quickly interjected. No way was he going to miss seeing his buxom neighbor wrestle another woman with big tits. In bikinis. Live and up close.

"Great," said Laura as she rose from her chair and pulled out the adjacent one. "Why don't you two sit here to watch? It should be a good match, right, Marilyn?"

"Yeah, Bridget's tough, but I'm going to try hard to give her a real run for her money today." As Marilyn spoke, she noticed her opponent emerging from one of the three tents that were set up not far from the wrestling mat. "Time for me to get ready," she said. "I'll talk to you later."

Laura's husband Rick walked over to the table right after Marilyn left. "Hi, Rhonda. Hi, Carl. Long time, no see. How are you both doing?" Rick asked as he shook hands with his neighbors. He was wearing a black-and-white striped shirt just like the one worn by the other man.

"Great," Rhonda and Carl replied at once. "We, uh, came over to get one of your guests to move his car," said Rhonda in an apologetic voice. "We were just invited to stay to watch Marilyn, um, wrestle."

"I'm refereeing the match," Rick said. "It should be a good one. She and Bridget are the biggest-breasted women in the League right now." He excused himself to go towel off the wrestling mat in preparation for the next bout. Laura looked at the clock on the table and called out to Marilyn and Bridget that it was time to begin.

The two women met in the middle of the mat and shook hands. Bridget was a fairly big, strong, 40ish blonde whose tits looked even larger than Marilyn's. Her ass wasn't nearly as curvaceous as Marilyn's, though, Carl noted as he checked out his brunette neighbor's back side. The women got down on their knees, facing each other. At a nod from Rick, Laura reached over the table, rang the big bell and set the timer for five minutes.

The women grabbed each other's hands and tried to use their arm strength to force their opponent to the mat. Rhonda and Carl watched with wide eyes as both women's massive breasts swung back and forth, occasionally banging or smashing into each other's, and strained to escape the thin fabric of their bikini tops.

The wrestlers fell to the mat, locked tit to tit, and began rolling over while trying to get in a dominant position. Every time he saw Marilyn's big round ass stuck up in the air, Carl felt his hardened cock rise a little higher. He could see the shadow of her ass crack through the thin, light-colored, tightly-stretched material of her bikini bottom. It looked long and deep and just begged to be delved into. He was glad he'd pushed his chair in under the table, although a quick glance around at the spectators told him none of the other men seemed to care about hiding their erections.

Bridget was able to pin Marilyn's shoulders to the mat for a five-count and the first point, then both women started on their knees again. This time, they immediately got each other in a headlock and pulled each other down to the mat. Marilyn wasn't quite as strong as her larger opponent and, once again, was pinned for a five-count and another point for Bridget. During the struggle, one of the straps that had been trying valiantly to hold up Marilyn's top snapped clean apart. Marilyn didn't hesitate to tear off the useless garment and fling it aside before getting up on her knees to resume the match.

Marilyn flexed her back and shoulders and proudly displayed her awesome, bare breasts to an appreciative crowd. Her opponent, though, wasn't impressed and grabbed as much as she could of Marilyn's naked H cups as soon as Rick gave the call to wrestle again. "So you want to tit wrestle, do you?" Marilyn asked Bridget as she reached into her blonde opponent's top and pulled out both of her enormous jugs.

The crowd went wild as the two grunting and groaning women squeezed, kneaded and pulled each other's breasts. Rick had started a ten-count but stopped when Marilyn pulled Bridget down onto her back and straddled her body. Releasing Bridget's tits, Marilyn gripped both of her opponent's wrists, pulled them off of her own tits, and pinned them on the mat above Bridget's head. Marilyn positioned her heavy hangers over Bridget's face then pushed them down, tit smothering her opponent while Rick called out a five-count for the pin.

Time expired and the bell rang before the women could get back up on their knees. Rick declared Bridget the winner with two points scored to Marilyn's one point. The two bare-breasted wrestlers smiled and hugged each other. Most of the spectators left the "arena" then, walking over to the pool house and the poolside patios. A few men and women disappeared into the tents, zipping the door flaps closed behind them.

That has got to be the most exciting thing I've ever seen in my life, thought Carl. The only thing that could possibly be more exciting would be to watch Rhonda wrestle Marilyn. As that vision entered his head, Carl's erection became almost painful and he decided to remain seated at the table a few extra minutes.

Coincidentally, Rhonda was having thoughts similar to her husband's. I wonder what it would feel like to wrestle topless? Marilyn sure looked like she enjoyed it. And it was obvious all the men did, too. Including Carl. I noticed how he was shifting around in his chair during the match. Would watching me wrestle another big-breasted woman excite him as much?

"So, did you like the wrestling?" Laura asked her neighbors.

"Yeah, very much," gulped Carl.

"Uh, huh," said Rhonda, "but is it over? Where's everyone going?"

"It's time for the lunch break. Every woman wrestles two matches a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. We take about an hour break between sessions." She glanced at the clock. "It's 12:50 now, and we'll be starting again at 2:00."

Marilyn joined them at the table just then. She had put her robe back on but hadn't bothered to put on another top. Her bare, pendulous breasts with saucer-sized areoles and big, erect nipples were visible through the open robe. A young man with very short hair and a goatee accompanied Marilyn. He stood beside her and stared at her naked tits with worshipful eyes.

"Hi, everyone. What did you think of my match?" asked Marilyn.

"It was great. If you'd had a few more minutes, I bet you would've beaten the other woman," Carl replied.

"You looked like you were having fun," said Rhonda. "Is it fun to wrestle?"

"It's great fun. And being a part of the B.B.W.L. is one of the best things that ever happened to me. By the way, this is Kevin. He's a friend of my daughter's boyfriend, Donnie. Kevin, these are my neighbors, Rhonda and Carl. You've already met Laura."

The young man took his eyes off Marilyn's tits just long enough to shake hands. Marilyn insisted that Rhonda and Carl stay and have lunch with them. "There's always plenty of food, right, Laura?"

"Always," replied Laura. "Please stay for lunch. I wish I could join you, but there are some things I need to take care of before the afternoon matches. I'll talk to you later." She walked toward her house, and Rhonda and Carl followed Marilyn and Kevin to the pool house where lunch was being served.

"Let's eat outside on the patio," said Marilyn after the four of them had filled their plates. They each grabbed an ice-cold Heineken on their way out and then sat down at a shaded table.

While they ate, Marilyn talked about the Big Breasted Wrestling League and explained its origin, structure and rules. "I've never really been an athlete," she said, "and I like the fact that you don't have to be one to wrestle in this League. Of course, it helps to be strong, but this isn't NCAA or IOC wrestling. I call it 'sexy wrestling.' It makes me feel very sexy when I do it."

"Sexy, huh?" asked Rhonda between bites. "So is that why you joined the League?"

"Uh, huh," Marilyn replied. I can't tell her it was to get some cock. And, boy, have I gotten some. "Wrestling makes me feel alive and just really aware of my body. It's also done wonders for my self confidence," she said with a smile. "I've become very comfortable with my body, and I've found that I like showing it off and seeing men's reactions to it. And I'm not the only one. I think every woman in the League is an exhibitionist. I think we all get a power rush from seeing all those big erections in the audience every week. And it really turns us on, too. I know I get wet every time I wrestle." She gave her young companion a heated, promise-filled glance, and he took it as permission to finally grab and fondle one of her huge, delectable bare breasts. "Later, sweetie," she said softly.

Both Carl and Rhonda almost choked on their food. As Rhonda took a sip of her beer, she thought about what Marilyn had just said and remembered how sexually charged the atmosphere had been during Marilyn's match. Oh, my God, she thought, this could be just the thing to jump start our sex life. "Um, Marilyn, is the League still open for other women to join?"

"Yes, as far as I know. Are you interested in trying it? Oh, I think you should! I really think you'd love it once you get into it. Laura and Rick are pretty much in charge of the League. Let's go talk to them right now before the afternoon matches get started." Marilyn gently removed Kevin's groping hand from her tit, and the four of them returned to the wrestling area.

Laura was as enthusiastic about Rhonda joining the B.B.W.L. as Marilyn had been. "What bra size do you wear?" she asked.

"I'm a very full F cup," replied Rhonda. "I can wear either a 38F or a 36G."

"And have you had your breasts enhanced in any way?"

"No," Rhonda said with a smile, "they're definitely all real and all mine."

"And mine," Carl whispered in her ear as he put his arm around his wife. He was extremely happy and excited that she was going to be a wrestler.

"All potential League members have to wrestle in an audition match before they can be voted in by the founding members. Can you come next Saturday morning at 10:00 for your audition?" asked Laura. Rhonda was about to answer in the affirmative, thinking she could ask her mother to babysit again, when a big-breasted, bikini-clad brunette rushed up to them.

"Laura, I just got a call from my sister. She's babysitting my son, and she said he just hit his head on the corner of the coffee table. She's on her way to Emergency with him right now. I've gotta go." She rushed off with her clothes in hand.

"Oh, great," complained another bikini-clad brunette. "She and I were supposed to wrestle in, like, two minutes. So what happens now?"

"You win the match by forfeit, Sherry," answered Laura, "and we wait until 2:15 for the next match."

"I don't care about the win," said the young woman. "I wanna wrestle. We're all supposed to have two matches every Saturday. I've only had one today. I wanna wrestle again."

"Why can't Sherry wrestle Rhonda right now? They're both about the same size. It could be Rhonda's audition match," said Marilyn. Turning to her neighbor, she added, "If that's OK with you."

"Right now?" asked Rhonda.

"Well, yes," Laura said. "Sherry and Lisa were scheduled for the 2:00 match, and it's about that time now. It would sure help us out if you'd have your 'audition' today instead of next Saturday." She added, "It wouldn't be a real competitive match, more of an exhibition, right, Sherry?"

"Whatever," replied Sherry. "Let's just do it."

"But I'd have to go home and change," said Rhonda. "I'm not wearing a bathing suit under my clothes."

"There's no time for you to go home," Laura told her. "We keep to a pretty strict time schedule here. Just wrestle in your bra and panties. That'll be fine."

When Rhonda hesitated, Carl nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear. "Come on, babe, do it. I think it would be exciting as hell. For you and for me."

"All right, I'll do it."

"Fantastic," said Laura. She looked at the clock and said, "Go ahead and take off your shorts and top now. It's 2:00 already, time to start the match."

Rhonda removed her shoes and clothes and handed them to Laura. Though proud of her shapely body, Rhonda felt a little self conscious wearing only thin, skimpy lace undergarments in front of so many strangers until she looked at Marilyn. Marilyn smiled and gave her a thumbs up, totally uncaring that her naked breasts were still exposed through the opening of her robe.

Rhonda met Sherry in the middle of the large mat and shook her opponent's hand. Laura yelled out to the spectators that this would be an audition match and introduced Rhonda, who received a round of applause and some whistles. The referee for the match was Steve, whose wife Diane was one of the League's founding members. "Were the rules explained to you?" Steve asked Rhonda.

"Uh, huh," she nodded.

"OK, get down on your knees facing each other," he instructed.

Rhonda and her opponent were about the same height and tit size, but Sherry looked to be several years younger. At the sound of the bell, Sherry grabbed Rhonda's arms before the older woman could move and pulled her down to the mat. Sherry used her upper body to push Rhonda onto her back and then pinned her arms down. They lay tit to tit while Steve called out a five-count.

Getting back up on her knees, Rhonda decided she needed to be a whole lot quicker. The instant Steve said "wrestle," she grabbed Sherry's hands and tried to force her down. The younger woman was strong, though, and Rhonda ended up on her back again, this time with her hands pinned above her head and Sherry's size 38 G cups in her face. After the five-count, they squared off again.

OK, that didn't work, thought Rhonda. Just then, she heard her husband's excited voice call out to her. "Grab her tits, Rhonda. Get her in a tit hold!" As soon as she heard Steve say "wrestle," Rhonda reached into Sherry's top and pulled out both of her firm, generous breasts just like she'd seen Marilyn do to her opponent. Sherry responded by ripping the fragile lace cups of Rhonda's bra and grabbing her tits when they spilled out. The two women remained on their knees and squeezed and pulled each other's big, bare, hanging breasts while Steve called out a ten-count.

Rhonda had never had her hands on another woman's tits before nor had another woman ever groped hers. Those sensations, even though the one was slightly painful, combined with the loud, encouraging noises from the crowd began to excite Rhonda. She could actually feel the adrenaline shooting into her bloodstream and the juices flowing into her pussy.

Carl was experiencing the same incredible excitement as he watched his wife tit wrestle. His cock had hardened and lengthened and was beginning to beg for mercy. He was sorely disappointed when the referee pulled apart the two grapplers after the ten-count was given, and he stared hungrily at Rhonda's heaving, exposed breasts as the women got back up on their knees and waited to resume the match.

"You asked for it now," said Sherry. "You wanna really wrestle, we'll wrestle."

"Bring it on," Rhonda replied as energy and excitement surged through her.

The women locked arms and pulled each other to the mat. No way was Rhonda going to let her younger opponent pin her fast and easy this time. She strained and struggled for dominance, unmindful of her bared breasts. With legs flailing, the grunting and panting women rolled over, and Rhonda heard the sound of her thin, lace French-cut panties ripping. The arm-locked women rolled again and Rhonda's panties came clean off her body, exposing her round ass and plump pussy. Both the prominent lips and the strawberry blonde hair of her pussy were glistening wet.

Seeing the evidence of his wife's arousal nearly pushed Carl over the edge. He forced himself to stop stroking his own arousal so he wouldn't come right then and there in his shorts. He could hear the excitement running through the rest of the audience and was proud that it was his wife who was the cause. And I'm the one who gets to fuck that beautiful wet pussy, he thought with satisfaction.

Sherry was finally able to dominate her feisty but inexperienced opponent. Getting behind Rhonda and pulling Rhonda back on top of her, Sherry wrapped her legs around Rhonda's waist and squeezed. She reached around and grabbed both of Rhonda's naked tits while pinning the older woman's upper arms against her body with her own strong arms. Sherry pinched and pulled Rhonda's defenseless, erect nipples while Steve called out the ten-count.

Meanwhile, Rhonda had bent her knees, planted her feet on the mat and tried to buck herself off of Sherry. Her knees spread wide open and her dark pink, drenched pussy was completely exposed. A loud murmur arose from the crowd at the sight of her gleaming hole and long, thick, succulent lips. Her soaked pussy hair had darkened to an auburn color, and even her tightly-puckered asshole looked wet.

Carl was in agony as he stared at the scene on the mat. His balls were tight and full and his erection strained badly for release. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, the bell rang and the match ended. Steve, the referee, helped both women to their feet and held up Sherry's arm in victory.

Laura and Steve's wife, Diane, came up to Rhonda and invited her to join the B.B.W.L. "The six of us already took a vote," Laura said, "and it was unanimous. We'd really like you to join us."

Rhonda stood virtually naked in the middle of the mat, with dozens of pairs of eyes on her. She was sore and sweaty. And she'd never felt better. Or more aroused. Carl joined her then and she could see he was just as highly aroused as she was. He made no effort to hide his huge, straining erection just as she made no effort to cover her nearly nude body and hide the proof of her own arousal. She ran her tongue over her suddenly-dry lips before remembering the two women standing across from her, awaiting her response.

"Uh, yes, I'd really like that," Rhonda said without taking her eyes off the impressive bulge in her husband's shorts. I've never seen him that big, she thought. I want him NOW.

"Great," said Laura. "Rick and I have started offering a class for the new wrestlers every Saturday morning before the matches start. We teach about leverage and holds. I think you should come to it next week."

Rhonda was scarcely listening. "Uh, huh," she said. Carl was staring at her with undisguised heat and hunger. It was taking a superhuman effort on his part not to reach out, pull his wife down to the ground and, right then and there, plunge his steel-like rod in her creamy hot pussy.

Laura and Diane could plainly see the super-charged sexual tension between the couple, and they exchanged knowing smiles. "We can talk tomorrow about the League," said Laura. "In the meantime, you two might want to check out our tents over there. We set them up to use as dressing rooms or for...whatever."

Laughter echoed in Carl's and Rhonda's ears as the eager couple practically ran to the nearest available tent and closed themselves away.

"I can't wait," said Rhonda as she removed her badly-torn bra and began pulling off Carl's clothes in a frenzy.

"Neither can I," said Carl as he ripped away his boxers and pulled Rhonda down to the blanketed floor.

He sat back on his heels, facing her, and placed her feet over his shoulders. Cupping her ass with both of his hands, he lifted her hips off the floor and plunged his throbbing erection into her dripping wet pussy. Rhonda gasped and practically came with his first strokes. Over and over, Carl drew his cock almost all the way out of her hot sheath then plunged it in hard all the way to the hilt. "That's right, baby," Rhonda panted, "fuck me hard. Oh, God, it's never felt like this before. Harder, baby, harder!"

Carl pounded into her as hard as he could before he withdrew, flipped her over onto her stomach and urged her up on all fours. He grabbed her round hips and entered her open and welcoming pussy from behind, his cock thrusting more deeply inside her than before. Several deep, hard strokes was all it took for Rhonda. She climaxed loudly as her insides exploded in pulsing waves. Carl continued to thrust hard into her clenching and shuddering pussy. It was all over, though, when he looked down and saw that beautiful, glistening wet asshole of hers. He exploded himself, pouring into her and hanging on tight until the last violent tremor passed through his body.

They laid spoon-fashion for long minutes after, basking in their utter satisfaction. When Rhonda felt she could speak normally again, she teased, "You know, we never did make it to that adult store today."

"So what," said Carl as he caressed one of his wife's bare tits. "Who needs an adult toy store when we've got the Big Breasted Wrestling League?"