Kaze... dude...

Johnny settled into a comfortable position with Taylor's leg tucked under his arm. He had his free hand under Taylor's panties and was rubbing her pussy zealously. He felt her slowly begin to scoot towards the ropes but Johnny was pretty sure she was too far away, especially with the way she would occasionally stop to moan in pleasure.

Taylor, however, was as crafty as Johnny was strong and soon Taylor curled her body and shoved Johnny away. Johnny stumbled forward and spun around, crouching and facing Taylor with a bright grin on his face. "Shit, babe.' He said. "This was the kind of wrestling I SIGNED UP for!" He said. "laughing. "You're the only one who's ever got to do it with me.' He said, lunging forward trying to grab for Taylor's hair and hunch her over like she had been doing to him most of their "match."

As soon as she was free, Taylor slapped her palms on the mat and quickly coiled her legs under her, ready to spring up and go after her husband, but Johnny caught her by the hair first.

"Grrrrrr..." She growled through a grin as she stumbled into Johnny. The two of them had always wrestled each other, and it mostly mixed with sex, but now that they had their own ring at their own house... Wow. She still wouldn't want to do this with just anybody, but with Johnny in the ring with her... Date night just got way more interesting.

She could never express to Johnny how much she loved having her hair pulled. This time, she did her very best to get the message across by planting a fist in her palm, winding up, and throwing an unrepentantly hard elbow strike into Johnny's stomach.

Johnny had to admit that he enjoyed tugging on hair. Even in the matches, he liked the control it gave him. He also didn't mind when his own hair was grabbed, partially thanks to Taylor. But he thought he liked to dig his fingers into his wife's silky blonde locks because she was very good at not letting it happen. She was very good at tantalizing his senses and giving him just enough of a taste to want more and more.

"Ugggnh!" Johnny folded over when Taylor drove her elbow into his hard abs. Being unprepared and with Taylor not holding back, Johnny was dropped to his knees. 'S-Shit...' He groaned. Taylor usually liked holds and grapples, things where she could put her flexibility to good use and something that could be both painful and sensual. Sometimes he wondered if she didn't strike him as much just to Johnny from striking her back. Not for her own sake, she was a tough girl, but it was always something that plainly conflicted Johnny.

Johnny's body throbbed in more places than just where the elbow hit as his fist balled. Johnny forced his knuckles into the mat and tried to throw his shoulder into Taylor, just to knock her over.

Taylor took a moment to gloat over Johnny after dropping him, slipping her fingers in her hair with a smug smile. Of course he wasn't down for long, and she was knocked off her feet as his solid body crashed into hers. She went sprawling on the mat, but managed to land on her elbows and knees enough that she could pop back up even before he could.

She put a hand under his chin and shoved his head up and back to make room, and then wound up across her back to deliver a stinging backhand chop across his chest. She stood her ground, daring him to compete.

Taylor was once again quick to pull away from him as he plowed her to the mat. He grinned when she shoved him away but then the hard slap came. Johnny's eyes widened when he took the hit. He felt a little saliva eject from his lips as well and his face was frozen. He'd been slapped a lot and he knew what a hard slap felt like. That one competed easily with other girls who legitimately wanted to hurt him.

Johnny shook his head and shuffled to his hands and knees. He had a grin on his face and kept his knuckles buried in the mat as he considered his next action. She was trying to goad him into a punch, or at least a slap. he knew that much. But he could retaliate without resorting to closed fists and make her still regret throwing down the gauntlet.

Johnny's body twitched and he flashed his arm forward, slinging it like he was going to punch her but pushing off his knees at the last moment to increase his momentum so he could drive his forearm into her chin. A European uppercut would surely count as a strike in her book, wouldn't it? She'd definitely feel it if it connected.

Taylor expected a chop. She really did. But she barely got her hands up in time to keep Johnny's forearm from clashing directly into her jaw. The force of it knocked her back and momentarily screwed up her brain. She shook her head to get her bearings again, and grinned.

Feeling Johnny's strength and the power of his strikes was unequivocally exciting. Every wife should trade punches with her husband at some point in their marriage. Should couldn't imagine why not, it was so awesome!

Well, maybe she could.

A part of her just wanted to let Johnny have his way with her and put her down any way he wanted, but nevertheless she planted her feet and stood defiant in just her red panties and black fishnets and boots. Nothing worth having ever came easy.

She lifted her hands to signal for a tie up, and then stepped in and grabbed Johnny's hands, her fingers lacing between his, and pushed with every ounce of strength in her.

Johnny nodded when Taylor got up her hands to block his uppercut. She was always quick. Johnny pulled away and stood back up as well, backing away. He grinned at her and his eyes flashed when she gestured for a lock up. He took it and pushed back with all of his strength. He grinned as he pushed. He was probably going to get kicked or pulled into a trick but he didn't care.

"You're getting stronger, babe." He said as he locked eyes with her. "I like it." Johnny bent his knees and grunted as he tried to drive Taylor backwards into the turnbuckle.

"Mmhm..." Taylor gamely struggled against Johnny, but as strong as she was she was she couldn't compare to him. When he pushed back, she couldn't stop him, and she was rapidly backed into the corner.

Her build wasn't without it's advantages, though. As soon she felt the turnbuckles on her back, she jumped, wrapped her legs around Johnny's neck, and slung herself over the ropes so that she dangled upside down over the apron. She squeezed Johnny's neck tightly, and with her weight pulling him down into the top rope he'd have his work cut out for him.

Taylor only put her hands behind her head and arched like she was just laying in the sun. "How's it goin', Tiger? Comfy?"

Johnny was surprised at Taylor's maneuver and soon found himself being crushed between her luscious thighs once more. This time he was hunched over with his head being bent thanks to Taylor's cunning. But as he listened to her words, he couldn't help but grin a bit under the tight squeeze. She'd unwittingly given him an opportunity as his hands curled around her thighs. Instead of trying to pry her off him though, his fingers slipped under her panties and he began to tease and tantalize her, trying to break the hold by pleasuring her, rather than with brute strength.

Taylor crossed her ankles and squeezed Johnny's neck in her thighs, and she relished seeing him have to work to keep from being choked. His neck, like every other part of him, was rock solid. She liked to push him and challenge him and antagonize him to draw out the rare bits of aggression.

But her romantic marital strangling was suddenly put to an abrupt end when Johnny's fingers again did what they did best. For a moment, Taylor's thighs squeezed tighter, then her eyes closed and they relaxed. "Fuck..." She breathed. Damn him and his fingertips!

She reached her arms down and put her palms on the ring apron, and released her legs, leaving her in a handstand. She kicked one leg at a time to gracefully drop the rest of the way to the floor, and then lunged under the bottom rope to snag Johnny's ankle. She yanked as hard as she could, and then braced one boot on the side of the ring to drag him the rest of the way out.