Dancing for Rosa

An evening with a difference ends in disappointment, losing my girlfriend to another man.

All is fair in love and war as they say, and this true story is testament to that famous old adage. Guess it all began in the autumn of 1998, in a non-descript northern town, somewhere near Leeds. At the centre of this account, was a beautiful Italian woman girl Rosa, early 30’s, quite petite and much to my delight, owner of a wonderful 34DD pair of the most bountiful full breasts. We had been dating for about 9 months, enjoying a full and active sex life, experimenting with many aspects of our fantasies and latent desires. Often, our passionate sex life was interspersed with blazing rows and temporary bouts of hatred, which is I guess, standard when dating an Italian woman!

Prior to the event at the heart of this story, I was at a loose end at home (as we did not live together) perusing through the endless columns of personals in the local free paper; an advert caught my attention which did stand out from the rest of the usual mundane entries. It was an ad placed by a middle-aged man who was keen to meet someone similar for a private wrestling match. After some consideration that night, I thought why not, calling the number to leave a short message that I may be interested in taking up his offer. Soon after, it left my mind and to be honest I did not think much would come of it. The days passed, and then the following weekend I received a call from someone called Derek, leaving quite a nervous message on my mobile phone. Wondering who it was, I realised that after some time, it was the man who wanted to wrestle. With curiosity getting the better of me, I returned his call keen to find out more about what he had in mind.

The phone answered, and we soon got chatting about arranging a wrestling match the following Sunday evening. I have always been interested in competing against other men, often relishing the thought of physically beating another man in a fight. The conversation concluded, whereby we had agreed to meet in the car park of the local MacDonald’s at 10pm, following one another to the location where we would wrestle.

The next day I had dinner with Rosa, it was okay I guess, but I could sense some tension between us, not even making love afterwards. She had a tough job working with troubled teenagers, so often she would be stressed from that, sometimes going to bed quite early to sleep-off the hassle that she frequently encountered during her working day. The days passed and Sunday soon arrived. I was getting quite nervous now about the impending fight later that evening, wondering if i should tell her about what I had arranged later. How would she take it? Would she be interested or not? Many questions and scenarios went through my mind as to her reaction about the match. Things were not quite right between us of late, so I thought this would be an interesting dynamic to our relationship. We were both sat on the sofa watching some mundane Sunday afternoon TV, when I thought ‘bugger it’, I will tell her now about the fight. ‘Rosa, what are you doing later tonight’ I nervously asked, puzzled, she looked at me and sighed, ‘as always the usual, getting ready for tomorrow, nothing much?’ ‘I have something planned for later if you want to come along’; it’s a bit different, you may be interested, may be not’. ‘Oh what is it’ she replied with a look of puzzlement on her face. Here goes I thought, with a lump in my throat and heart pounding I replied ‘I have arranged a wrestling match later with a man, in private of course, at 10pm’. Her eyes lit up at the prospect, ‘really’ she gleefully retorted; ‘brilliant, definitely up for that’ she added. ‘Well then, I must get ready for the big occasion, you can tell me all about it whilst I am having a shower’. I followed her upstairs, where she quickly undressed and slipped into the shower. We talked in length and detail about what was planned, and I could see that she was getting very aroused, taking long slow strokes at washing and shampooing her vagina. We continued chatting as she carefully applied her make-up in the bedroom, which was somewhat odd, as she never really took this time and effort to get ready for me. ‘Should I wear my pearl necklace for the fight honey? Does this dress seem okay? What shoes should I wear with these? I could see she was taking considerable time and effort for the fight, quietly thinking ‘is she getting ready for me or my opponent?

9.30pm arrived and we soon left the house, driving the short distance to the pre-arranged spot where we would meet in the car park. Having arrived, we sat quietly in the car, waiting for a blue ford focus to join us. The minutes seemed like an eternity as we waited for him to arrive. Rosa seemed excited, not displaying any nerves whatsoever about the forthcoming fight, almost, eager for it to start. We made small talk whilst waiting; then, his blue car pulled up alongside us. He got out of the car and walked towards us, tapping on my side door window. ‘Derek’ he asked, ‘Yes, that’s me, okay, follow us for 5 minutes, I have a room sorted; okay…’ We did as asked, arriving at a corner shop about a mile away. We both parked our cars alongside one another, going into a flat above the shop. To say the flat was grim would be a massive understatement! It was lit with a naked light bulb, sparse with no furniture, only a couple of mattresses on the floor to populate the empty room. ‘This is where I normally wrestle; no one will bother us here as it is very private’. I could see Rosa becoming more excited as the events began to unfold. ‘What do you prefer to wrestle in?’ I asked…’normally speedos or trunks he replied quickly. ‘Or we can wrestle nude if you wish’ I could hear Rosa take a sharp intake of breath at his suggestion. ‘Fighting nude is fine with me’ she chipped in; ‘okay, nude it is then’ Paul replied.

We moved to opposite ends of the room to undress; I could see Rosa playing with her short brunette hair whist she carefully watched Paul remove his clothes. He was in quite good shape for his age (42), slim but also muscular, with a light coating of body hair all over his chest and back. He turned around to face us, and I could see he was fully erect, his large penis standing almost vertical. His foreskin was fully retracted, proudly showing off his purple tip. I did likewise, although due to nerves, I could not equal his erection in size or hardness; plus, having tight foreskin, I remained fully covered up. I quietly knew Rosa would be secretly delighted at his large unsheathed cock, as my tight foreskin was always a starting point for an argument, whereby she constantly tried to force me to pull it back when having sex. I felt inadequate. Behind me, I could hear Rosa breathing heavily and excitedly which confirmed my suspicions.

‘Okay, best of 5 pins and submissions, no punching and gouging, all other holds are allowed’ Paul instructed. ‘Fine with me’ I replied. Both of us slowly moved to the centre of the room, standing at either end of the mattresses, not taking our eyes off one another. Rosa had quietly moved to the corner of the room so she could get a better view of the impending fight. ‘Make it a good one boy’s, don’t let me down, I wanna see a good hard fight’ she chirruped.

Both of us slowly circled one another, eyeing each other up and down, quietly moving into position to commence the fight. Quickly, Paul leapt towards me, grabbing my neck, forcing me into a headlock then pulling me down to the floor. We rolled around on the mattresses trying to gain the upperhand and seek a dominant position to force a pin. I could feel his breath on my face as we struggled furiously grabbling arms and legs. This lasted for what seemed like an eternity; his strength was far greater than mine, twisting my limbs back and forth. His knee caught the side of my head, disorientating me, and then quickly, he sat on top of my chest. Dizzy and bereft, I was soon helpless beneath him, unable to move or throw him off me. Slowly, he moved further up my chest, pinning my arms down either side of me. His balls were resting heavily on my chin, frequently moving over my mouth, thus forcing me to gasp for air as they moved from side to side over my face. Locked down, he bounced in quick succession on my chest forcing what wind and fight I had left out my lungs. I groaned in pain as he began to dominate me. I manoeuvred my head away from his full balls in an attempt to adopt a more comfortable position whilst pinned down. From the corner of my eye I could see Rosa watching intently, enjoying my discomfort with a satisfied grin on her face. ‘Go for the pin Paul’ she offered. He moved further up my chest, now suffocating me with his balls whilst fixing my head tightly between his thighs either side of my ears. ‘One, two, three….five, pin’ he shouted. Quickly, he stood up and walked to the opposite end of the room, wiping his face with a towel. I lay motionless on the floor, trying to regain composure and courage from losing the first pin. ‘Well done Paul’ Rosa shouted as she gleefully congratulated him on securing the first pin submission.

After a short break, I managed to restore my energy and dignity. Rosa did not say a word to me, preferring to engage Paul with small talk and chit-chat whilst he enjoyed his bottled water. I could see her wipe down his neck and shoulders with a towel, taking long slow strokes over his muscular body. ‘Ready to start again’ Paul shouted; I nodded in agreement, hoping to gain a winning streak and to show Rosa that I was not such an easy man to beat in a fight.

I walked towards him with my arms outstretched, enticing him to lock hands and go for a trial of strength. Quickly though, he slapped my face, then grabbing my balls from underneath. I gulped with pain as I tip-toed around the mattress at his mercy. I grabbed his wrists in a vain attempt to loosen his vice-like grip on my balls; slowly he began to twist the delicate skin on my ballbag. ‘Dance you bastard, dance’ he shouted. In an attempt to alleviate the pain, I tip-toed around the mattress struggling to breathe with the ever increasing pain being applied through his strong grip. Rosa laughed and hollered, encouraging Paul to continue with the hold. She moved closer towards us, staring intently at the two of us locked together in a vicious embrace. ‘Paul, if you get the wimp to submit, you can enjoy these’, then Rosa carefully unbuttoned her floral dress slowly, letting it gently fall to the floor. She stood there next to us, in just a small tiny black thong and lacy bra; her breasts spilling over the cups. ‘Nice, very nice’ Paul whispered, as she caressed her voluptuous breasts in front of him. ‘Finish him off as I want to see him beg’. As told, he increased his grip and gnarled – ‘Give up yet you wanker’. I cried out ‘yes’ unable to take more pain. He quickly released his grip, making me fall to the floor in what could be described as a much undignified heap. Rosa clapped excitedly, followed by giving him a hug and kiss to the mouth. His armed wrapped around her, cupping her pert bum cheek, pulling her closer to his naked body. ‘Well done, you were amazing’ she whispered to him, not taking her eyes off him.

When the pain eventually subsided, I slowly walked over to the corner of the room to dress. When done, I said to Rosa ‘Let’s go honey’. Quickly, she baulked at the idea, ‘What, me go home with YOU?’ Certainly not, as of now, you are so fucking dumped’ she growled. ‘Fuck off loser’, Paul chipped in. ‘Mate, you lost the fight and now the girl is mine, so do one’. I squared up to him, but stopped as I could see he was eager for the fight to continue bare knuckle. ‘Go on if you want’ goaded Rosa, ‘take it to bare knuckle, but you know you will lose’. I stood there in disbelief, staring at the nude Paul still holding my semi-naked Rosa in his arms. I turned around quickly, leaving the room without even looking back. As I quickly ran down the stairs I could hear the two of them laugh and joke.

Months passed by, and I never heard from Rosa again, not that I could face her mind. I heard through the grapevine that she was dating a man called ‘Paul’ (although her friends never knew how she got to meet him). I knew it was him, but to spare my embarrassment I never mentioned the events of that evening to anyone. However, what was telling, when I bumped into her best friend Emma, she said ‘have had any fights recently Derek?, winking as she did so, in a way, letting me know quietly that it was common knowledge amongst her close circle of friends that they knew of the circumstances surrounding that evening. As we parted our ways, she quietly laughed.