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A Knockout For Sexual Liberation

After waiting 5 years for a honeymoon, we finally decided to try Hedo 3 in Jamaica. We already had been to clubs and nude resorts, but now we wanted to take it up a notch.
Once there, we entered into a husband vs. wife nude boxing match. The "bout" was for four days after we had arrived. To make it more interesting, we made a bet that the winner can have unlimited sex with anyone they choose, at anytime, and place, forever. The loser, could only watch, masturbate, or join in, but no outside sex.
The days passed, and every day, my wife would disappear for several hours, saying she went shopping, or resting. What I did not know was that she was receiving boxing lessons from a semi-pro. But who knew, I mean she is so much smaller than me, and I am muscular while she is very well defined in her lovely body. But looks can be deceiving. Beating her was a foregone conclusion.
The day of the match arrived, and we were introduced to the cheering crowd, and of course all the women were cheering for her. The only clothing we had on were the gloves, and she looked so sexy with her tattoos and her navel ring, all I could think of was who would I bed first. The bell rang and she started swinging wildly, and I kept moving away, laughing at her. But each laugh made her more determined. When the second round began, though we were both sweating profusely, she kept her composure, and stopped swinging wildly. I still had not landed a punch, and did not want to for fear of hurting her. Then, the unthinkable happened; she landed a hard right to my stomach, catching me by surprise. Before I could react, she landed a fury of punches, all aimed at my stomach, and my knees went weak. The bell rang, and I was spared...for the moment.
While we were in our corners, her "trainer" had told her to keep punching my stomach, and he correctly guessed that I would be too winded to defend myself. When the 3rd and last round began, I can still recall the cheering from the women screaming at her to finish me off. And she did. Her first punch in this round landed solidly in my midsection, knocking the wind out of me. While I struggled to breathe, my arms went limp and felt like cement blocks. I could not move away as my legs got weaker and weaker. I was totally exposed to her punches and she landed according to the "fight" officials, some 23 punches to my stomach in seconds. She knocked me out for about 7 seconds, and when I came to, she was standing over me, with her foot on my chest, smiling and waving her arms in the air.
That night, her "trainer" was the first of many lovers she had and still has. But, you what? I would not have it any other way. I know she kicked my ass, but was it because I took the match as a joke and she didn't; was it because I was a typical male thinking I am beter than her because of her being a female; was it because she had "training"; or was it simply that she wanted to be liberated from her monogomy with me, while keeping me cockold? I think all of it.
Anyway, even though time has gone by, she still makes me call her the "champ", and reminds me she won her sexual freedom fair and square. And I could not be happier. I have always been a good street fighter, but on this day, I absolutely and totally was beaten by a female...my wife, the champ.

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