Hi my name is Christy...I just found this forum, and thought it would be a good place to post a recent experience I had as a result of a dare made to me by my husband...he told me that if things didn't work out the way I was planning, he wanted me to make this story public as part of the dare, so, here it is... My husband Brad and I are both in our mid-20's, and are both in fairly good shape from working out, jogging, etc. We also enjoy wrestling each other, mostly just for exercise and fun. Recently, he and I were hosting a party for ourselves and two other couples, and Brad started talking about the wrestling "matches" he and I had. He said they were fun for both of us, but that he could easily beat me if we wrestled with the intention of trying to win. That made me pretty mad, and I told him so. I told him I thought I could beat him just as easily. So, he dared me to wrestle him in front of the two other couples, and that the loser would have to strip in front of everyone else. He also said that if the win was by submission, the loser would have to perform oral sex on the winner in front of everyone. When I hesistated briefly, he asked me if I was scared. That did it. I was offended and since I am pretty competitive anyway, and usually did fairly well in our weekly matches, I accepted his dare. So we set up our wrestling mat in the living room for our match, and then went to our "dressing rooms" to change into our wrestling attire. I wore a bra and panties, while he had on nothing but a pair of briefs. It was agreed that once the match started that no one on either side was to interfere, and that interference one either side would cost that person the match. Once the match started, we each tried to take each other down, and, since like many women, the strongest part of my body is my legs, I tried several times to lock him into a leg hold, but he kept managing to avoid me. Meanwhile, he tried to use his upper body strength and weight advantage against me, but I was able to stay out of his efforts as well. Brad has more patience than I do though, and soon I became frustrated at not being able to take him down. So I took a chance. I tried rushing him to give myself some momentum, thinking I could knock him off balance, get him down, and lock a leg hold on him. It turned out to be a big mistake, because he caught me as I came in, using my momentum against me, by lifting his knee and slamming it into my midsection. I fell to the floor hard stomach first, and before I could regain my feet, he was on me. He straddled me from behind, using his weight to hold me down, then twisted my head, neck, and shoulders into a painful submission hold. Brad asked me if I had had enough. Even though I was in a lot of pain, I didn't want to give up that easily, plus, I still had hopes of being able to break free, so, at first I said no. I struggled and fought, trying to break his grip, but I couldn't escape. The other guys were yelling for Brad to keep the pressure going. The idea of having to admit defeat was humiliating, and even though my girlfriends were yelling encouragement to me, the pain was too much, so after making one last desperate attempt to escape and failing, I knew I couldn't take anymore. I had no other choice...I told him I had had enough. He ordered me to submit. I was humiliated, but I told him that he had won, I submitted, and I asked him to please let me go. He released me from the hold, and while he and the other guys cheered in victory, my girlfriends tried to console me while I tried my best to fight back my tears. After celebrating for a couple minutes, Brad told me to strip off my bra and panties and to hand them to him. I could see the growing bulge in his shorts and I noticed the other guys were rubbing their crotches as well. I unhooked my bra and slid my panties to the floor, then handed them over. Brad then forced me down on knees, pulled his erection out of his shorts, and told me to open my mouth. While the guys hooted and hollered, and my girlfriends sat silently, I worked his cock into an explosive ejaculation, which he ordered me to swallow. When he was finished, he patted me on my head and told me to remember this experience if I ever questioned who could outwrestle who again.