Hilda is a big Nordic blonde to whom I was married 10 years before we made a startling discovery.
Hilda had gone from 140 solid pounds to about 160 or so, and her doctor told her to take it off. She joined a local spa to get some exercise and began to jog in the morning. As she lost weight and became more physically fit, our sex life, which had been somewhat on the wane, began to pick up. She went to the spa three afternoons a week, but then began to go on Wednesday evenings. It was the Wednesdays that were the most interesting.
When she came home those evenings, she would literally drag me into the bedroom to fuck my brains out. I found this a big turn on, and a bit perplexing, because she had never been the leader in sex. This went on for weeks. I didn’t ask questions, I just enjoyed myself.
Then one Wednesday she came flying into the house, yanked me out of my chair, rushed me to the bedroom and tore off her leotard and shorts. She pulled my robe off and began to suck my cock into hardness. She then impaled herself on it and began to pound her body on me like a madwoman. Then I noticed that she had a black eye and had bruises on her body. As we came to an earthshaking climax, she yelled, “I did it! I’m the champ! I’m the greatest!” Then she fell on me, exhausted.
It seems that at the spa she had met a female instructor in the martial arts who had started boxing and wrestling classes for the women. Hilda had taken up boxing. They had trained with 16 ounce gloves and no protection. From what Hilda told me, and from what I heard later, it was a knockdown, drag out affair. They fought seven two minute rounds. Finally, one minute into the seventh, Hilda had her opponent on the ropes and was pummeling her when the ref put a stop to it. As Hilda related the story to me, she got all worked up again and we had another very satisfying sex session.
The upshot of this whole thing was that we took up boxing as a form of sexual foreplay. I got a set of 16 ounce gloves and headgear. We tried them out the following Saturday. My wife was a good boxer and I had trouble defending myself that night. We have since put a padded shag rug on our rec room floor and we go a few rounds three or four times a week with great sex following our workout.
Hilda goes to her boxing class once a week to stay sharp. I kid her by calling her Hilda the Great Nordic Hope. She’ll show me a fist and say, “Wait ’til I get you up against those ropes.”
I am five feet ten inches tall and 150 pounds. My wife, who is five eight, is back to her “fighting” weight of 140. Hilda and I have some very good bouts, but we are not out to hurt each other, just have some good clean fun.
We’ve heard that other women box with their husbands and have great sex afterward. One petite lady, 105 pounds, gets it on with her 150 pound man. He uses 16 ounce gloves and she uses 12 ounce ones. She beats the hell out of him and then fucks him into oblivion, much to his amazement.
Sometimes we have championship bouts where the winner takes all. Actually the winner gets the loser to perform any sexual favor the winner wants. We even made our own championship belt. The winner, usually Hilda, loves to circle her defeated opponent waving the belt in victory.
Hilda says boxing loosens her inhibitions and gives her a sense of power and confidence she never had before. But leave that for the psychologists to work out. All we know is, it’s fun to have a boxing match. The sexual results for us are wonderful. This happened four years ago and boxing is still a big turn on for us.
Bernard A., Delaware