UFC TURNS HER THE FUCK ON!!!

The best sex of my life.


Last year Joe, a buddy of mine got given 2 tickets to an Ultimate Fighting event; he offered me one because he knew I am a fan. We made plans for a guy’s night out, burgers and beer before the fights. The day before the big night Joe called to back out because of a family emergency. He told me to find someone else to go with me. I put down the phone and told my girlfriend Lyn what had happened.

I was mentally going through a list of guys who I might like to give the ticket to, when Lyn piped up; “I want to go.” Now, Lyn is not the kind of woman you would think is likely to go to a fight night, she goes to ball games sometimes with me, but I never get the feeling she is over the moon about sport. The eagerness of her expression was a real surprise.

“You sure?” I asked, “UFC can be quite brutal and even bloody.”


“Listen! I want to go.” she said firmly.

I boxed as an amateur in my teens and in the military, my weight class was as a light heavyweight. Lyn’s enthusiasm reminded me of the girls and young women who used come to the fights; there was always a flush in their faces, especially when their guys were in the ring.

Before the event we went out to dinner in a restaurant near the arena. We walked to the place after dinner. We walked into the place, the sight of the cage in the center, the eagerness of the crowd taking their seats added to our anticipation.

We found our row, and made our way to our seats. They were great seats, just a few rows from the cage. Most of the crowd were men, but there were a good percentage of women as well. There were even a few groups of young women together. I wondered; “Are they a bachelorette party. I thought, “Are UFC fighters the new strippers for women?” Something else, I saw the same flushed looks of anticipation in their faces that I had seen in my boxing career. Some of them were caressing the thighs of the men they were with, “Lucky guys,” I thought, “foreplay in public.”

Eventually, the lights dimmed as the ring announcer stepped into the cage to start the usual pre-fight warm up. He introduced the referee and the judges, then he announced the first fight, in the middle weight division. The spotlights picked out first fighter as he walked down the ramp, with his retinue, Lyn giggled; “This is quite theatrical” As the cheers died down the next fighter came out. He was clearly the favorite, because the cheers were deafening.

The cage door was secured, the only men in the cage were the referee, the fighters and the seconds. The seconds took off the hoodies the fighters wore, Lyn sucked in her breath at the sight of those tightly packed muscular bodies. I felt a shudder go through her body, I put my arms around her and whispered “You OK?” “I’m so excited I cannot wait for it to start.”

The fighters walked to the center of the cage and gave each other “the stare” while the ref went through his preliminaries, the fighters toughed mits stepped back and the ref shouted “You ready? Let’s get it on?”

The two guys circled each other feeling out the range, suddenly one of them lunged forward and threw a straight right that caught his opponent in the face, the other guy went into a clinch and pushed his opponent into the fence, just in front of us. He began to score with a series of vicious knee strikes to the ribs. But the other guy pushed back and managed to throw his opponent to the mat, they grappled for a few seconds, each trying to mount the other. Lyn, leaned over to me and breathlessly said,” Look at the way their muscles are defined under the skin, they look like tightly coiled snakes, I like this”

Eventually one of the guys straddled the other and began pounding away with his fists. The crowd was on its feet, including Lyn who was shouting encouragement to the fighters.

Round two was similar. As round three began, one of the guys opened a gash just over the eye of the other, as the blood ran down his face, Lyn’s breathing got harder and harder. The guys eventually were grappling on the mat and both of them were smeared with blood. The fight ended in a rear choke submission. As they stood in the center, blood on both of them, I swear Lyn cheered the winner the loudest of any around us.

There were 6 fights on the card, that night. By the 3rd fight Lyn was caressing my thighs and crotch, I threw my jacket on to my lap and unzipped my jeans. Lyn slipped her hands in through the fly of my boxers and began to work on my hardening dick. It was bliss, partly because of the excitement of foreplay in public, but more because I had never seen Lyn so sexually excited. “If you cum here be sure you’ve got enough to get it up again in bed later. You can imagine my excitement, I wanted to go home then and there, but Lyn wanted to see all the fights.

I want to end by telling what happened during and after what was by far the best fight of the night; a light heavyweight bout that had the crowd on its feet time and again. The two fighters were very powerfully built; their muscles were very defined and tight. It was during this bout that Lyn whispered; “The sweat makes their bodies shine and defines their muscles even more.”

This bout had it all, kicks, punches and grappling. By the third round both guys were bleeding, one from the nose and a split lip, the other from a cut under the eye. As the third round got going, they were both soon pretty bloody, because of the fact that they smeared blood on each other with their fists and in the clinches. It was at the start of this bout that Lyn leaned over, “I like the look of the guy in red trunks, I bet he wins, you willing to put up 20 bucks.” “You’re on.” I replied, then I asked; “why do you like him? He’s better looking than the other guy. Throughout the fight Lyn cheered her man.

In the middle of the last round, Lyn’s favorite, threw a right hook and caught his opponent on the jaw, the guy dropped like a stone. The ref stepped in quickly and pushed the guy aside, he ran around the ring, jumped and straddled the fence in front of us. Lyn, screamed in delight.

I hurried Lyn out of the arena as fast as I could. She laughed, “Brad, this is going to be a night you will never forget.” By the way she said “Because I know that you were a boxer, I was fantasizing during these fights that you were the guy kickin’ ass tonight in the cage, you have a great body yourself, so it wasn’t hard to picture you in there.”

It really was a night I will never forget. Watching a fist fight is a great aphrodisiac, at least for some women, I’m glad Lyn is one of them. Everytime UFC is on TV, Lyn and I make out on the couch.