Emily

Boxing has made my 14 year marriage feel like we are  newlyweds again!


Let me be brief and to the point, no fantasy exaggerations or BS, OK?

My name is Emily, live in the Midwest, married for 14 years to my college
sweetheart, have 2 gorgeous children, I work in IT as does my husband although
with a PH.D he is far more sophisticated. I have always been athletic, playing
softball, running track, tennis, and have been working out with weights since
college and always surrounded by athletic boys/men my entire life. I am 5'7'',
140 pounds and best described as having a very firm and athletic body.
Honestly, my natural muscles always embarrass me since my friends and
co-workers always mention them in a good natured way. Never my intent to
become muscular but instead a natural end result I suppose of all the athletic
activities I engage in plus some good genetics. I was born in Russia and came
here at age 10 and since my parents were well educated and sponsored by a
science branch of the federal government we never experienced the struggles of
many immigrants who came here looking for a better life. Like my parents, I
love America. Many people in the gym say I look like a "thicker" Rachael
McLish and I tend to agree at least facially. My husband, who is a special,
handsome and awesome man is 5'11'' and 185, also very athletic his entire
life, however, due to a heavy workload and teaching he has not been working
out as much. Not only "as much" as me, since I have always lived for this
stuff, but not as much as he used to. NO, never gained weight or anything like
that or developed that gross "dad body" or lost his muscle tone but he has
lost some of his stamina. We live a happy, successful life by all measurements
and no neither of us have ever cheated on another nor ever had those thoughts.
This may be surprising to many who know me since I am always around athletic
hot men who try to flirt. Admittedly I flirt back at times but that's all.

Four years ago one of my friends encouraged me to join a cardio kickboxing
class and if you know me I LOVE any athletic challenge or change of pace. At
my age back then, 35 (yikes), I was open to trying anything new. It did not
take me long to start enjoying the class and looking for more. The teacher of
the class and I became fast friends and I eventually left the class and
started taking private lessons with her at her grungy "fighting" gym. I got to
like the place despite it's no frills and rather smelly atmosphere but I
really got to love the people. No pretenses here, no matching/stylish outfits,
just people who wanted to perfect their fighting techniques. Over time I got
more and more into it and began active sparring and eventually some real 3
round matches in both boxing and kickboxing. I was liking it all and the
comradery among the men and women was a lot of fun. I always shared my
experiences with my husband and he came to the first few matches I had and I
won all of them by decision and if I say so myself, one sided decisions over
younger and more experienced fighters. I think my decades of athletism and
making myself as strong as I am combined with my never say no attitude helped
me beat these women into submission. Yes, I liked winning and I did like the
additional respect I received from my new friends and yes, I was proud of
myself especially knowing I was older, the only one with kids and the only one
with a demanding full time job.

I did tell my husband all about it and he was surprised that I competed like
that, aka, full contact fighting, even though I know I told him all about it
beforehand. And that got me pissed off that he was not listening and then it
got me thinking, thinking a lot about what I have been hearing in the gym from
the other ladies and from two guys I became very friendly with. Why not invite
my husband to fight me? Wow, that was something I never truly thought about.
In fact, the first time I heard abput this I laughed out loud at the thought
of "fighting" my lover, my best friend. As a dedicated athlete who has never
stopped working out I did know where I stood against him, physically. I have
to admit the answer is yes and as time went on and he stopped working out at
my level did I know I was in better shape than him? Sure did and I believe he
did to but we never really spoke about it. I did have my moments of bragging
about certain lifts I was maxing out at and on three occasions while on
vacation we went to the hotel gym and I outlifted him several times. The
result of those experiences yielded awesome sex and some playful comments but
that was all. Well maybe it yielded something else. I did notice he started
looking at me differently, meaning stealing glances at my muscular body more
than before. The kickboxing and boxing training was certainly making me
stronger and more fit generally but it also eliminated ANY and all "baby" fat
I may have had and believe me I had very little to begin with. The afternoon I
outlifted him at the hotel he was showering me and was really studying my hard
body and it was a turn on. I began for the first time realizing he was really
into the muscles and a drop hurt that I embarrassed him in the gym so why he
was showering me I started to talk about how strong I was. It was fun I have
to say especially when he was spending so much time soaping up my muscular
arms and core. Deep down I did know it was beginning to bother him that I was
stronger but I do love the man so there was never a need to needle him, he
knew, I knew and that was enough. However, boxing him? Really fighting him, in
a ring, in front of others? I was not exactly Rocky but compared to him I was
trained, had some real fights, was stronger and dare I say becoming more
muscular to. In fact I had to laugh every time I saw my biceps pop when I held
my arm in certain positions or when a friend or coworker commented on them or
for that matter my own kids made comments about "mommys muscles" which I found
cute. It was all a natural extension of throwing thousands of punches, doing
hundreds of push-ups and so much more. And yes, for the most part I liked all
the new muscles as long as they stayed "in control" and sexy VS manly.

After a lot of thought I thought it was time to see if he was interested in a
boxing match but I did decide it had to be in private to avoid any untoward
results for either of us. I had the gym arranged for a late Thursday night, I
had the keys and was guaranteed privacy by the owner. This was not the first
time he has allowed this type of thing. Next battle, as it was, to determine
his interest. I was not dying to do this but I was curious, the other women
encouraged me to do it to for many reasons, few of which meant anything to me.
My reasons included: I wanted to prove that I was the alpha in this
relationship and this was a change for sure as he was always the alpha and I
was always fine with that, I did want to show off some, I thought it may be a
turn on for both of us since my "new" musculature certainly was doing the
trick for both of us and I was totally willing to put it all on the line,
meaning his manhood, our relationship in certain ways, my "proudness" of my
new sport ... ... .and to make a long story short, after some thought, he
agreed. He agreed quicker than I thought and I found out later why.

It was a very weird and unsettling feeling wrapping my husbands hands with
tape, making sure he had a comfortable mouthpiece, cup and seeing boxing
gloves on him for the first time. Then watching him stare at me as I got ready
and was wondering what was going through his mind as it was stone quiet. Once
we were both dressed I told him to take off his T-shirt as I stood in front of
him wearing a blue sports bra and matching blue trunks feeling comfortable and
ready to fight. Truth is, I felt more than just comfortable, I felt in
control. I knew I was stronger, I knew I was a trained fighter and I knew I
could beat him. My head was spinning for sure. We walked silently to the ring
and we both walked towards our corner and I began to loosen up and he did his
best to mimick me. He looked uncomfortable but more important, to me he looked
weak, physically weak. I mean all of my opponents and the all of the people I
trained with looked a lot more in shape than him. Once I had a good sweat
going I walked to the center of the ring and stood in front of him almost
chest to chest as his eyes wondered all over my body and I think he realized
how much physically I was ready for this then he. I said to him " you don't
have to do this if you don't want and you can quit at anytime and most
importantly I LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT." He just nodded and said "Em, I am
going to knock you out fast and then you will be done with this BS." I laughed
and got a little angry seeing him think that an untrained, weaker physically
person can beat me.

There was no bell and obviously no referee. We agreed to fight until the other
person quit or was unable to continue. He yelled, READY and I just walked
towards him with my hands up. I was circling around and he was throwing some
very off balanced jabs with all of them hitting my gloves. I almost laughed
out loud! After a few minutes he was breathing hard and sweating and making no
progress so I figured it was time to show him. The first 7 jabs made his head
jerk back and in no time his face was red. The next 4 jabs were shocking in
that his nose began to bleed and each blow there was a spray of sweat leaving
his head. He mumbled some curse and charged at me with his hands wide which
was a mistake. I drove an uppercut into his soft belly and he made this
horrible sound and dropped to his knees. Maybe we were fighting for a minute
plus, not sure. He was doubled over holding his stomach and turning blue and I
felt terrible and kneeled down next to him and said " its OK baby, just quit
and we can go home" He did not answer me bc he could not speak at that moment
but when he did he said " fuck you I am not quitting shit". Whoa, never heard
the man string together so many curses. I stood up and said, "so get your
pussy ass up and fight like a man". I heard me say it but I could not believe
it and smiled. When he finally did get up he looked like someone who ran 2
marathons in the heat. He barely put his hands up. So I said "ready for your
beating, remember I will stop if you say you quit" another "fuck you" came out
of his mouth.

At this point I was now into proving my point of superiority. I continued
jabbing him to his face and saw the big welt under his right eye and decided
it is time for my right hand and believe me it was easy at this point.
Anything I did made him flinch and finally he began protecting his face. He
threw some weak jabs and a few hooks but literally nothing landed besides my
gloves. I walked at him closer now and covered my face and purposely exposed
my entire core and made a motion by tapping my abs for him to hit there. This
next part was super embarrassing. He tried his best and threw some, what I
call , very weak blows to my core-my abs, with zero effect to me. I was
laughing now, could not control it and he was infuriated and went, by his
standards, crazy on me, trying punches to my face and body and all of that
lasted for maybe 20 seconds until he leaned on me gasping for air. The blood
from his nose, which was flowing was allover my shoulder and chest and I liked
it. I whispered, "just tell me you quit and I am superior and I will stop this
beating and humiliation" He was silent and tried again, close in to throw
punches to my body. I pushed off him and I was angry he would not quit and
when I took a good look at him, one eye was closed, his face was bloody and I
saw tears in his eyes. I said again "just quit and admit it and I will stop".
He pushed off me and without a word motioned for me to come in anf fight.

I took a breath and thought about this. We are both adults, I love him to
death but we both know the truth now, like there was any doubt. So I got
serous and started the jabbing again, to his face and chest and his body and
everything was landing. Then I see his hands dropping from exhaustion and I
did it, I threw a right hook to his jaw and went down and layed there at first
with his eyes closed and his chest rising high trying to get as much air as
possible. I know he was unconscious for a short time at least. I stood over
him not being sure what to do next, do I bend down and take care of him, do I
mock him, do I gloat about knocking out the man I love? I stood there waiting
for him to do something, anything. He opened up his eyes or at least one of
them, still on his back and banged the gloves down hard on the canvas in
frustration and then he raised the gloves over his face and sobbed like I
never have seen, even when his beloved mother dies a year previous. I took off
my gloves and bent down next to him and apologized for taking advantage of
him,which I did. But he kept crying so I went to get some water and ice for
his eyes and face. When I came back he was sitting by the ringpost looking
like shit.I bent down next to him and took his gloves off as we were both
silent and embarrassed. I began applying the ice and he grabbed me by my bicep
and said, "you are amazing" I looked down at him and said "so are you? And
Kept taking care of him and eventually he stood up. I helped him out of the
ring as he was still sniffling from his cry and wiping his tears.

Once in the empty lockerroom I got undressed as he stayed in his boxing shorts
and first looked at myself in the mirror, I know he was watching me. Unlike
me, I began to pose all these different muscle poses as I felt him staring at
me. I turned around towards him and grabbed the ice out of his hand and told
him to stand up and take his shorts and jock off. He said "and if I don't
stand up?" I said,"do you think that was a question?" and popped my bicep in
his face and then my fist. It was pretty cool I have to say. He stood up,
naked, hugged me tightly and exploded an orgasm that blew me the hell away and
I pushed him against the lockers. The look of humiliation onhis face was
something in a million years I thought I would never see. He put his chin down
and covered his face with his hands and AGAIN was crying. Surreal to say the
least. Look, a number of the girls told me about such things and MORE but I
did not trust them. It was all true!!!!!! I stood over him feeling, well
feeling strong naturally but feeling like I just proved a major point and
surprised that he just orgasmed like that so maybe he liked being beaten to a
pulp, liked being dominated? I was not sure but I had to find out right then
and there. He kept his hands in front of his face, clearly hiding the bruising
and hiding and embarrassed that he was just, well, knocked out BY HIS WIFE. I
stood there and told him to remove his hands but he shook his head like a
little kid. Now what? I was eroused but not as much as he was. I said to him "
move your hands from your face, we both know I just kicked your ass, its just
us here so remove your hands or I will slap them away. I waited about 10
seconds and then screamed, MOVE YOUR HANDS NOW! He did and his hands were
shaking and I sat on his lap with my chest in his and said "let's talk". He
was not very talkative at first so I did all the talking and apologized for
taking advantage of him since we both knew I was stronger and a trained
fighter. He looked up at me shyly and I felt him getting hard again which was
getting to me now. He began to acknowledge the obvious and then I started
flexing for him or maybe for me, lol, and he was actually beginning to worship
my biceps and chest.

I grabbed his hand and took him into the shower, his closed eye was purple and
he had dried blood on his face and was not really walking but shuffling along
with me. He said " I cannot go back to work like this" and I ignored that
knowing he has little choice if he goes or not, that will be my choice. In the
shower I gave him a bar of soap and stuck out my chest and he began soaping me
up and showering me. I told him to get on his knees and clean my feet and legs
and lower body and he did. Then I did the most evil thing I have ever done to
him and something that NEVER crossed my mind until I spoke with these girls in
the gym who have been dominating their men for years. I told him to lie down
in the shower and I s2quatted over his face and urinated in and around his
mouth. He started to push me off and I punched him a few times in his ribs and
he stopped and took it, took it like man as they say. When I was done I turned
around and with my soapy hands I gave hima handjob and he sprouted his load
and came in seconds. We did some sexual things that night in the gym but we
did speak a lot too, maybe for 2 hours or so until we went home.

Today, almost 8 months later, I still am fighting a little, still lifting and
playing other sports and still dominating him in the bedroom AND in other
places. Our sex lives have never been better and our overall relationship is
one of love, still, and commitment. Cheating on him, if I so desired would be
easy but its just not me.

The end