My wife, Rekha, and I had been friends with Nisha and Sujal ever since we hadmoved to our current home in Pune several years ago. Rekha and Nishaare both physical education teachers in the local school system and moonlight asinstructors at a fitness center. Both are fit and trim and enjoy participating in avariety of athletics. Rekha is an attractive and slender 5'7" woman with mediumlength thick brown hair. Nisha is an inch shorter and perhaps ten pounds heavierwith blond hair styled in a boy-cut.
One evening, the four of us were clobbering each other over an air hockey game inour basement recreation room. Sujal noticed some of my video equipment spreadout on a nearby table. He worked in production at a local TV station and we begantalking about our amateur film projects. Nisha commented that she bet Rekha was my favorite subject. Rekha blushed slightly and replied yes, that was so. Nisha brightened and said that was exactly the same situation for her and Sujal. We didn't go into detail but decided we shared a mutual interest in what wecalled "private" home videos.
After I thought we had dropped the subject Nisha pulled Rekha off into another room. Sujal and I could hear them chattering and laughing before coming back to us. Rekha announced, "I've been wondering what to get my husband for his birthday,how about Nisha and I put on a show for you boys that you will never forget?""Yes," Nisha chirped in, "We've talked a time or two on what it would be like to wrestle each other and we were going to do it over at fitness gym. But let's say,instead, next Friday we get together at our house and Rekha and I have a go at eachother, maybe best out of three pins, and you guys can video tape us until your littlehearts' content."Sujal's big sloppy grin told us he was all for it. And as for me, the blood wasalready rushing to my temples with anticipation. This was totally out of character for my usually reserved wife. But she did have astrong competitive streak in her. All the following week Rekha remained mute onthe subject with me. But I suspected Nisha and she were making plans. Finally, Friday evening came and we went over to their house. After drinks, ourwives disappeared and Sujal and I went downstairs to their recreation room wherethey had set up the wrestling "ring." They had pulled all of the furniture to the sidesof the room creating an open area in the middle. A couple of fairly large foamrubber mattresses had been laid out on the floor with pillows and cushions allaround the sides. We didn't say much as we fiddled with our cameras and waited for the women. Soon they both padded barefoot downstairs dressed in bathrobes. "Let's get theshow on the road!" they announced together. Rekha started swaying and quietly humming the burlesque tune as she undid thesash on her robe and let it fall away. I was thrilled to see she was wearing her smalllime green bikini swimsuit. It consisted of a triangle top and brief rio-cut bottomswith three chords on each side connecting the front and back. Nisha slipped out ofher robe, she was wearing a blue bikini swimsuit, full cut, but snug and perfectlyaccenting her nicely proportioned curves. She slowly turned around several times,cocking her hips first to one side then to the other."Ain't we cute?" Rekha purred in a low voice and then added coyly, "Got yourcameras ready boys?" The two women stepped to the middle of the open area. Nisha looked at Sujal andI. "We decided this would be pretty open-ended. We'll just see what's going tohappen. So, no interference from you two, Okay?" We nodded, and with that Rekha and Nisha smiled at each other and then suddenlyrushed together with surprising force. They locked hands and pushed hard, testingtheir strength against each other. Nisha appeared naturally to be the stronger, themuscles rippled across her shoulders as she strained against my wife. But Rekhawas quicker and more agile and she twisted and turned to her advantage. Rekha got her arm behind Nisha's neck and under her arm, using the leverage tobend her upper body toward her. Nisha wrapped her arms around Rekha's waistand the two of them went down on their knees. Neither could break the other'shold. Nisha gradually forced Rekha down onto her back. They both grunted and giggledas they released at the same time. Then Rekha grabbed Nisha at the wrists and thetwo of them, their bodies pressed tightly together, rolled over twice until thecushions against the sofa stopped them. They slid back toward the center of the room. But as they did so, Nisha pushedRekha down on her back, threw her right leg over her upper torso, and suddenly shewas straddling her. She pressed hard on Rekha's shoulders and crowed, "I think I'vepinned you!" As she bore down, Nisha's blue top slipped off of one of her nicely roundedbreasts. I was thinking, "Sweet." Then I noticed her exposed nipple was totallyerect. I could barely keep the camera steady as I wondered if this was just becauseof the strenuous competition or was she maybe enjoying the bodily contact for otherreasons? I glanced at Sujal and saw he was zooming in on the same thing. Nisha started a count but Rekha pulled her legs up and forward, hooking Nisha infront of her arms. Rekha then pushed and Nisha toppled backwards off of her. Before Nisha could recover, Rekha spun around and put her in a competitivewrestler's pin while laying at an angle off to her side to prevent Nisha from doingthe same thing she had just done to her. I admired my wife's smooth and quickmotion, not to mention having a perfect view of her firm butt straining against thefabric of her narrow bikini as she applied the pin. Nisha thrashed about for a moment but then conceded, "I give!" Rekha hopped toher feet and did a little cheerleader victory jig. Nisha got up smiling whileadjusting her top. But there was a hard glint in her eye. I could tell her competitivenature didn't like being beaten like that. Perhaps add to the mix some sexualtension, and I knew the next round might be full of surprises. Both women were breathing hard and perspiring from the exertion. They slowlycircled each other. Rekha, full of herself, chanted slyly, "Bet you'd like to hooold me.... bet you'd liketo squeeeze me.... bet you'd like to kisss me...." I had heard her say this before,when she was playful and experiencing a desire for a romp in the clover. Was shegetting aroused along with Nisha I wondered? Nisha replied in turn with the same tone of voice, "Bet I'm going to beeat you."With that, they were at each other again. This time they grabbed each other aroundtheir upper torsos in mutual bear hugs. Each tried to pull the other to the floor inopposite directions. Nisha flung Rekha from side to side but Rekha managed tokeep on her feet. They started laughing. Then Nisha spun Rekha around andencircled her waist with both arms from behind. She lifted Rekha off her feet andsqueezed hard. Rekha's eyes bulged and she let out a squeal as her body wasstretched backwards. Rekha's thrashing knocked both of them off balance and they went down on thefloor in a heap. They grappled in a flurry of arms and legs until Nisha got Rekhaon her back and again straddled her. Only this time she placed herself furtherforward so Rekha couldn't hook her with her feet. My view was of Rekha's greenbikini top peeking out from under Nisha's blue bottoms as Nisha gripped Rekha'ssides with her thighs and bore down. But my wife's agility again served her well. Her legs churned furiously and she managed to turn over onto her stomach andwiggle out from under Nisha. The action was getting a lot more intense. Rekha scrambled to her feet with a littlehoot of derision. Nisha got up while saying, "You're not going to get away thistime." She had a feral expression on her face. She wasn't kidding around anymore. Still, the next moment startled everyone. Nisha made a fist with her right hand,hauled back, and drove a hard punch right into Rekha's gut, right at the waistline ofher low-slung bikini. It happened fast. With a look of amazement, Nisha hurriedlystepped back and abruptly broke off the assault. I don't think she was planning todo it. She was simply caught up in the heat of the moment. Rekha's reaction was one of shock and pain. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth,clutched her mid-section with both hands, and let out a long "Ohhh!" as shedoubled over and then fell backwards against the sofa. She evidently passed out asshe fell. With arms now thrown back, she slowly tumbled off the sofa and onto thefloor. She ended up laying on her back, unmoving, half on and half off one of thefloor mattresses. The thought occurred that maybe Sujal and I should break this up before someonegot hurt. But our wives’ display of power and sensuality rooted us to our places. Itwould be the girls' call. Rekha seemed to regain her senses as Nisha stood over her and pulled her up to asitting position. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you."Rekha grimaced, "It just took me by surprise that's all. I suppose you want to countthat as your pin? Okay, that means the next one tells the tale." Rekha's top came undone as she got up but she didn't seem to mind as she tied itback in place. She had an odd expression, like she was so into what washappening she didn't notice Sujal's leer or my embarrassment. The two womenstarted circling each other. Despite her bravado, Rekha appeared unsteady. Nishaseemed to relish her power and ability to dominate. Nisha said, "There is one more thing I want to try on you but I don't think it willhurt nearly as much. It’s called a ‘sleeper hold.'" She put her hands around Rekha's neck, feeling for pressure points. Rekha tried totwist away. But there was no fight left in her. It was almost as if she had given upand was willing to submit to whatever her friend had in mind for her. She groanedsoftly as her head lolled back. Satisfied that she knew where to squeeze, Nisha spun Rekha around, causing herbikini top to slip, partially exposing one breast. She pushed her down onto herknees, coming down behind her. With her right hand Nisha stroked the side ofRekha's face before bringing her left arm alongside of Rekha's head and suddenlyapplying pressure again. Rekha's eyes went wide as she tried to pry Nisha's arms away from her neck whileshe was at the same time being pulled backwards. Once her legs were out fromunder her, she thrashed from side to side for a moment. But then she just seemedto passively surrender to Nisha's embrace. She stopped struggling. She gave out aseries of soft and prolonged "Ah, ah, ah’s" as if she was now experiencing somesort of pleasure. She even had a little smile on her face as her body suddenlyconvulsed and then went limp. She slipped into complete unconsciousness. Nisha released her hold immediately and let Rekha slide all the way to the floor. Her legs were bent up at the knees. Nisha demurely pulled Rekha’s top back intoplace and then pushed her legs down until she was lying spreadeagled on her back. She breathed slowly as if asleep. She looked so lovely and so vulnerable. Nishawas quivering with excitement as she knelt over her fallen friend. She touchedRekha on the cheek.Nisha was oblivious to both her husband and I and seemed to be both exhilaratedand confused. She smoothed Rekha's hair and then her hand glided down and overone of Rekha's breasts. She made caressing little circles that pushed the top to oneside. Nisha mumbled, more to herself than to us, "Cute.... I have to know just onething... I have to know if you enjoyed this the same way I did." With that, her hand continued down the center of Rekha's body, over her stomach,until she got to the waist of her bikini bottoms. “I hope you won’t be too sore herewhere I hit you,” she said gently. She hesitated and then continued down, tracing a line with her index finger over thefabric until she came to Rekha's rounded pubic mons, quite distinctive by the wayher legs were spread. Nisha slowly and gently pressed several times until youcould see Rekha's labial lips outlined under the nylon. Breathing hard, Nisha returned to the waistline. This time her hand disappearedunder the swimsuit until she again found Rekha's labium. She stroked for amoment, causing some of Rekha's light fluff hair to be exposed around the edge ofher bikini. Nisha was quivering and her breath was coming in short little gasps asshe withdrew her hand and looked at it. Her fingertips were wet and slippery,glistening with moisture. She backed away from her unconscious friend, stood up, and nudged Rekha's bodywith her foot. Rekha didn't move. She was still totally out. Sujal and I were hardlycomprehending and shocked as Nisha said, "Yes, you obviously enjoyed it asmuch as I did." Rekha started to come around. I was going to help her but she motioned me back. She got slowly to her feet, again with the same distant expression on her face, as ifshe was in her own private world.