Louis was satisfied with his relationship with Jax, who he met when he joined the Amazonia Boxing Club. She was Louis' fuck buddy, mostly on the weekends, and that worked out perfectly for the couple. Until Gunilla showed up at the Amazonia and either seduced Jax or Jax fell deeply in love with her, Louis received tentative explanations from his girlfriend at different times.
Looking over Gunilla, who called herself "The Battle Maiden," Louis admitted to himself that he liked her. A light skinned blond in her mid 20s, she had a round, smooth face, with blue eyes that appealed to Louis.
He had seen his rival in a few matches and enjoyed the way she glided around the ring. Gunilla's legs were toned and powerful and especially attractive in the short boxing trunks she wore.Louis had a thing for women in boxing gear, that was why he joined the Amazonia two years ago.
Each one demanded Jax decide who she wanted to be with. As much as she tried, Jax could not settle into monogamy. One afternoon, she sat down with Louis and Gunilla, explaining she had never been more in love with any partner more than Gunilla.
"But the way you do me, Louis, it makes me dizzy sometimes," Jax said. "I can't give that up!"
"Jax, it is either him or me!" Gunilla stated, in a tone that was pleading and demanding.
"We've been together for a year, Jax honey, that must mean something to you!" Louis argued.
Jax felt the perplexed depression that always consumed her when trying to solve an emotional problem. She was tired of that emotion.
"Then you two can fight for me in the ring at the Amazonia," declared Jax. "Whoever knocks the other out, gets to have me!"
Jax was unsettled at how fast they agreed.
Putting Louis to sleep in the second round was easy for Gunilla and he helped things along, too.
Louis had fought and even defeated a few women in boxing, but his boxing glove fetish made him weak when he faced his romantic rival. He couldn't take his eyes from her. Gunilla's sexuality, which he barely acknowledged, was magnified by the white trunks and sports bra she wore, which showed off her smooth mid section. Louis' breath fell short the way it did in middle school the first time he kissed a girl.
Gunilla's gloves, always kept level with her tits, fascinated Louis. The gloves were an older style, tanish-brown and vaguely cartoonish.
The punch that finished Louis off was a right hook. Louis saw it coming, but didn't block it. He only watched Gunilla's face and her body as she delivered the punch. Warm release moved through Louis as he went to sleep, collapsing on the canvas. He knew a woman had knocked him out cold and he was satisfied deep in his soul.
Victory thrilled Gunilla when she saw Louis prone: Jax belonged to her alone! Happily, she followed Emma the Ref, who declared her winner by a knockout, and Jax as they carried Louis to the recovery room. Emma and Jax searched the all over for smelling salts and had to go outside for them. Alone with her victim, Gunilla reached into Louis' trunks and fondled his erection. Lowering the waistband, Gunilla rapidly masturbated him to an orgasm, laughing when the cum sprayed. Louis sighed contentedly and Gunilla fixed his shorts before Jax returned with the smelling salts.
A week later, Gunilla apologized to Louis for knocking him out.
"I got carried away," she told him. "I need Jax, she's special to me, but this whole situation is silly."
Louis said he understood. When Gunilla turned to walk to her car, Louis clasped her hand and the pair folded into a kiss.
Gunilla spent the night with Louis. She never told Jax about her second partner.
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