I'm in my early thirties and the last dozen years or so have been spectacular.
I went to college on a wrestling scholarship, graduating with a degree in architecture that I have never used for at the age of twenty one I became a professional wrestler.
I am six-six --steroid clean- and my fighting weight is somewhere around two forty five. I figured that I could make ten times more money grappling than as a cubicle bound employee of a large architectural firm. I also knew I would meet more women and maybe get a taste of fame in the ring.
I wrestled pro for nine years. I considered myself an entertainer. As everyone knows wrestling is fake, winners are pre determined and it is a well marketed product; the match itself is a very physical performance art. Just because the bouts are rigged does not mean the job is easy. In my career I suffered a few concussions, a couple of dozen stitches, four bone fractures and a hundred ugly bruises.
It was worth it, however, for all my goals were accomplished. I was not a mega money maker like Hogan or Steve Austin, but I still made a big chunk of green year after year. I did my share of performances on cable TV shows and was the losing opponent to several big names in pay per view extravaganzas. I wrestled in about ninety shows a year, plus there was additional money from trading cards and computer games where my image appeared; I was busy making a buck.
At thirty, when I retired from wrestling, I --not the bank- owned a three bedroom penthouse and a very profitable sports bar, both located on South Beach; I also had a blue chip stock portfolio, a trust fund paying a modest annuity and a Mercedes.
In my wrestling years I enjoyed some fame and overdosed on sex. There were groupies of all ages who showed up ringside and I did my best to satisfy quite a few.
I did it all. I banged strippers, waitresses and housewives of all sizes, shapes and colors.
In Tampa, after a match, I headed for the showers in the locker room; I had barely begun soaping when I heard a woman's voice near me.
"Oh, baby," she said, "don't clean up. I'd like to enjoy you all sweaty."
She was a college girl in her early twenties with brown chestnut flowing hair and warm lips that wrapped around my cock. She kneeled naked in front of me and took me deep throat, swallowing my juice as I exploded in her mouth. Afterwards I took her back to the hotel where we spent four or five hours exploring each other. I was in great shape and I took her in every hole. Her ass was tight and although she screamed in pain she also asked me to hammer my meat into her. She was a tremendous fuck. In the morning I was bound for a match in Mobile and never saw her again.
Another adventure involved a set of twins. They both went at it with enthusiasm. One would lick my balls and ass and the other one would swallow my cock. I would penetrate one as the other opened her sister's cheeks to allow me easy entry. They were good fucks, uninhibited and orgasmic. I got together with both of them several times as I toured the wrestling circuit.
I had a housewife in Sarasota who was unforgettable. She was an elegant woman with burgundy red hair and freckled white skin that I met at a charity shindig. Her husband was out of town and her kids were at camp so she took me to her mansion and I took her from behind right on the kitchen table. She was insatiable. I also had her in the shower, bed, balcony and stairway. I pounded all three of her openings and she asked for more, begged and screamed. She contracted her muscles around my shaft and we spent a glorious night together but I was unable to see her again.
They were unforgettable. Another cougar groupie was a married, forty something real estate clerk who quite bluntly told me her husband wanted to watch us and I, being fairly uninhibited, consented. I must say, I enjoyed the situation a lot; fucking this woman in front of her husband was a kick. I took her and rode her hard while she groaned, moaned, pushed back, impaling herself on my meat as she asked, begged and demanded to be totally fucked. All night until the early morning her husband sat across from our hotel bed playing with his meat and barely speaking while I fucked his wife. After the first time she popped a couple of ice cubes in her mouth and gave me a mind bending blowjob, swallowing the full load as her husband made groaning, moaning sounds of excitement.
It was a powerful scene that we repeated several times during my touring years. They visited me last year, staying a weekend at my place. I invited one of my wrestling buddies, a six foot five, 280 pounder nicknamed Tiny. He has a few tattoos and a dick like a Macanudo cigar. We both took on the lady using her for our pleasure --which she well enjoyed- as her husband watched and stroked his cock to a climax.
The last three years have been wild enough, without the frantic pace of being on the road. I am currently involved with Alina, a good looking local actress without inhibitions who sometimes brings a female friend to our bed.
On a warm summer night a few months ago, I was sitting on a rocking chair on the bar's porch, puffing on a Macanudo and watching the traffic flow on Ocean Drive, when I spotted Alina and another woman crossing the street.
"That," I said softly, "must be the mysterious Maria."
That same morning, Alina had told me about setting up an appointment with her cousin Maria.
"A threesome?" I asked as I caressed Alina.
"Not quite," she answered, "You might score and you might not but you have to talk to her. She's got quite a story."
As Maria approached me, I appraised her and I was very pleased. Older than me, in her mid forties but certainly appealing; her hair was raven black, layered in a stylish short haircut. Her face was both aristocratic and exotic, almond eyes on Mediterranean skin, teeth gleaming white in a nervous smile. She had a regal presence, an imposing aura that could intimidate men, present company excluded.
I knew she was Cuban American but with her sultry face had she been an actress she would have been well cast as Greek, Brazilian or Turkish.
Maria wore a blue summer dress with matching designer's purse and sandals. Her body was well fleshed --not for the anorexic- with well rounded goblet sized breasts, hips that swayed with Caribbean flavor as she walked, creating the first lewd thoughts in me as I mentally stripped her, visualizing her on her knees, sucking my cock.
Alina introduced us and left, which I found unusual. A waiter brought us a carafe of white wine and Maria and I engaged in small talk.
"I've seen you wrestle," she said, "my husband watches wrestling and I remember you. They called you the Havana Rocket."
"I was," I answered, "but just call me Rick. Actually, I was never in Havana. I was born in Miami of Cuban parents. By the way, when you saw me wrestle.... Did I win?"
She smiled and nodded affirmatively.
"Tell me about yourself, Maria."
She told me her full name and I took a long puff on my Macanudo. I recognized the name from the social pages of the newspapers and Maria filled in the blanks.
Lewis -her husband- was a full partner in a local, high profile law firm and she was a stockbroker; they had been married twenty three years and had two kids in college.
"Sounds good," I said, "but what really brings you here?"
Suddenly she seemed nervous.
"Well," she answered slowly, "my cousin Alina thought we should meet."
"Why?"
"It's.... she thought maybe you and I could hit it off."
"I see," I said, smiling, "Is my girlfriend pimping me out?"
"No," she answered, flustered. "Oh. I didn't mean to..."
"What about your husband? Does he approve of this?"
"He will have to," she answered with sudden determination.
"What does that mean?"
She did not answer right away. Maria drank her wine and seemed very pensive for few seconds, looking up eventually.
"I should tell you the whole story," she said, "I mean I feel a little ridiculously and I'm not a nut and.... Well. I owe you some kind of explanation."
"Go ahead."
"Lewis and I met in college. I was a virgin and so was he. We married in our junior year and I was pregnant by graduation time. I had the second while Lewis was in law school. His family had a lot of money and we never had the problems paying the bills other students have...anyway, when Lewis graduated, his family money set him up, bought a partnership for him in a law office and steered business his way. I never lacked for anything. We live in a magnificent home and both our kids are attending Florida State."
"So what's the problem?"
Maria licked her lips nervously.
"I can't believe I'm talking like this... saying personal things to a stranger."
"Go ahead. I'm a good listener. I'm also discreet."
"I just.... well, the sex life... I married virgin so I was satisfied with Lewis. I didn't know any better. I didn't know how bland my sex life was.... As the years passed sex became more infrequent and we blamed it on our busy lives. We expected things to improve when the kids left for college two years ago, but it didn't happen. Other things happened...."
She was quiet once more and I waited for her to gather her thoughts.
"Lewis paid me little attention. Sex to him became a chore. I did notice some strange new patterns in his behavior....a couple of gestures I had never seen him do before....One of his new friends was a college administrator who was obviously gay and I began to wonder if only friendship was involved between them....they were very chummy as soon as they met....Lewis also started watching wrestling and bodybuilding television shows, which had never interested him before and I wondered if he was watching just to see some semi nude muscular males tossing each other around."
"So Lewis was coming out of the closet?"
"Actually..... Lewis would like to stay deep inside the closet. Three weeks ago, when I came home early from a trip to Tampa I found Lewis sucking off a young man in our living room."
She stopped talking again and I waited once more. This time the pause was long.
"So what to do?" she asked, talking in a low, intense voice, "I could divorce him, walk away with a couple of million dollars and start my life over. Most women would do it, but I have to think of my children. Such a divorce would destroy my children emotionally. If they found out...and besides it would destroy Lewis' law practice. A lot of his clients are very uptight religious people."
"Tough choice."
"For the last three weeks I have thought of little else. Lewis would like to stay in the closet, living his secret life and does not care...or perhaps he does... if I live my own life....he claims he's bi and still feels possessive towards me.... This will not be easy for me for I will have to pretend we have a good marriage in front of my children and my family, but I will do it..... and now I'm open to try new experiences and I thought.... Alina suggested you could be my first...."
"Why me?"
"I don't know how to pick up men, Rick," she said, flustered, "I wouldn't know how to start. I can't go around dating openly if I am going to continue pretending that I have a happy marriage. This has to be discreet."
"You could rent a gigolo for the night."
