Wrestling Redemption- Part 2 of 2

Once Ryan let me know that he owned an authentic pair of wrestling trunks, I wanted to see them, and I wanted to write a story about them. For all of my readers, I hope you enjoy this story. For all of my VIP readers, I hope you also enjoy the photos on the private Discord!

Stepping out of my truck, I headed towards my house and wondered if any of my neighbors were seeing me now. I’d luckily had an extra wrestling robe poking out from under the passenger seat, so I at least didn’t have to drive home in just my trunks. The minimal outfit was expected in the ring, but out on the road, the trunks probably would have made me look naked to anyone driving past.

I could hear my husband’s footsteps walking through the house to greet me, and as much as a familiar face sounded nice, I think I wanted to just head upstairs to head to bed. That task would prove impossible as he answered the door and crouched down wearing an old lucha libre mask that we’d bought as a novelty gift on one of our beach trips a few years ago.

“Let’s tussle, big boy!”

He reached his hands out towards me, and as much as I wanted to tell him what happened, I couldn’t- not right now. I wanted to be alone, but I wanted him more. Putting my hands up, he backed off as I took my robe off and let it fall behind me.

“Fuck me…”

“Is that a request or an order?”

I could see his eyebrows disappear behind the fabric as a shocked look appeared on the parts of his face that I could see, but that look was replaced with a smirk.

“Come find out!”

He ran away through our dining room, and I began to chase him all the way through our kitchen and back into our living room. I paused for a second as I noticed the furniture that he’d rearranged, and I wonder if he had heard about my match from someone that had been there, or if he just had perfect timing.

The coffee table had been moved over to the corner of the room, and in its place was a pile of blankets and duvets that had been collected from the upstairs bedrooms. He’d arranged them in a large, lumpy square to make our own wrestling ring, and he walked over to the opposite corner and crouched down again into position.

I matched him, and with a whistle that he quickly pulled out of his pocket, we were off. He moved fast with no sense of strategy, and since I actually wasn’t desperate to win this one, I met him in the center just as quickly. He went for my legs, and as he fell, I fell on top of him with my face landing directly onto his ass.

Reaching between his legs, I copped a feel that would have gotten me disqualified in a regular match, but fuck it, if my ref earlier today wasn’t focusing, then I wouldn’t hold back now either. I could feel his manhood in my grasp, and I could hear his moans behind me. My husband couldn’t get out from under me, and I felt a nibble on my leg that got me in motion again. I was laughing now, and it felt nice to have the upper hand again.

Getting back into our corners, he decided to play it safer this time, but I didn’t- I was the one charging this time, and he couldn’t get away from me in time. Pulling him into a bear hug, I lifted him up in the air, twisting him upside down with his arms swinging below him. He took his moment to grab onto my trunks, and I felt them slide below my ass, which made me drop him in surprise leaving me holding his t-shirt in my hands. He was laughing now, and after I flung his shirt across the room, I wasted no time in getting my arms around him again. I’d left my trunks as they were, and he took his time feeling me up, which included sliding his hand between my checks to press against me. I felt that pulse of energy surge through me, and I needed more. Needed him in every way.

The house was quiet aside from our grunting and the white noise from the sprinklers outside in our backyard. I was sweating now, more from holding myself back than the actual exertion of the act, and I knew exactly what we needed to try next.

“Come here- I’ve got an idea.”

Leaving his shirt behind, he followed me over to the doors leading to the backyard, and we walked outside. The wet grass felt wonderful beneath my feet, and the gentle spray of the sprinklers was cooling me down slowly. My husband helped speed up the process as he flung me to the ground. Our bodies slid against each other, and it was hard for my hands to grip his wet skin. The only thing that I could hold onto were his shorts.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.”

Cody tried to slide backyards away from me, but that just made my job easier. His shorts came off in one easy motion leaving him in just his briefs which clung to his wet body beautifully. After accepting his loss, he got up to his feet and walked up to me, straddling me with his legs. I was lying flat on my back now, and the moon above backlit his lithe body. Hypnotizing me, he shook his bulge back and forth above me, and as I was staring at him defenselessly, he made his kill move.

Squatting down, he pinned my legs together with his thighs, and I wasn’t quick enough to stop him as he grabbed onto my waistband once again. It was déjà vu as I was transported back to earlier tonight, but it wasn’t Viper above me now. This wasn’t done out of humiliation- it was quite the opposite.

As my trunks were yanked off of me, a much easier task now that my legs were slick with water and grass clippings, I finally realized that I was lying completely naked in my backyard. There was surprisingly no shame though, and I felt vindicated from the night’s earlier humiliation… at least for a few seconds.

Rolling over onto my side to get up, I finally made eye contact with my neighbor’s shocked face peeking over the fence. I’m not sure how long he’d been standing there, but my husband hadn’t noticed either until now. Reaching towards me, he passed me my ruined trunks, but when I didn’t grab them quick enough, he just tucked them over my hard cock, and they stayed hanging there.

“How about that basketball game last night?”

It was the only thing that I could think of to say because I knew that there was no way to explain what had led us here. He calmly nodded and tried to stammer out that he’d come out here to let his dog use the bathroom, but I hadn’t heard her bark once. I didn’t bring that up, and I also didn’t acknowledge that his eyes were aimed right at my crotch and not my face.

“I guess, I uh- I’ll see you around.”

He walked back across his yard, and right before he disappeared through his doorway, I saw the tent in his pajama pants lead him into his house and upstairs to his wife.

We were alone again, and I didn’t want to stay out much longer to see if the neighbors on the other side of our house wanted a free show, so we raced across our yard back inside. I needed another shower now, but I needed something else first.

Crouching down one last time on the corner of the blankets, my husband joined me.

“Are we going for the tie breaker?”

“Oh no, what we’re about to do is going to make us both winners.”

Pulling him down to the ground, my tongue slipped between his lips, and our arms slid around each other.