I spent the next month nursing my wife back to health - my ex had really done a number on her, and it was two scary days before the swelling even went down enough for her to be able to open her eyes, then two weeks before she could get out of bed. We made up a story about an accident taking down the back deck, and I counted myself lucky Melanie seemed to have temporarily vanished and wasn?t bragging on Facebook or anything.
I was at the grocery store one warm Sunday when I noticed Valentina stalking me through the aisles. Kim was out of bed and moving around by this point, but not quite feeling up to a long shopping trip, so I was there by myself; I just wanted to get the organic orange juice and get out, but here she came, sliding up to me in the cereal aisle before I could nab the French Toast Crunch.
?Whatcha doing out here by yourself, pussy boy? Where?s my girl??
?Your girl-?
I stopped as an idea came to me. We?d never be free of these horrible people the way things were going - but what if we turned them on each other? If I told Valentina what Melanie had done to her ex, she?d go apeshit! Maybe they?d kill each other, or fall in love with each other, or something inbetween, but anything that got them away from us? holy shit. Was this the answer to our exes problem?? I had to find out. I started spilling my guts right there, only getting halfway through the story before Valentina flushed bright red as I detailed Kimberly getting her ass beat by my ex. She angrily cut me off, demanding to know how to find Melanie, which I was only too happy to provide.
As soon as I got home from the store and Kimberly came out to help me unload the car I told her the whole story. She actually squealed with delight, almost making me drop the groceries as she grabbed me in a tight hug, excited at the possibility that we might finally be free from our exes. We spent a very happy, nervous two weeks hoping they were gone forever, so you can imagine how we felt on the sleepy sunday afternoon when we got an email from the both of them challenging us to a tag-team fight. I had hoped they?d destroyed each other, but instead they had apparently decided to combine forces, and it seemed they were both under the delusion that they could team up, split up me and my wife, and each one end up with their ex.
So what to do? Kim wanted to accept the challenge; she was tired of six years of harassment from both of these women, and wanted to put an end to it no matter what it took. I wasn?t sure this was a great idea, but she talked me into it. We replied yes and then had to set about getting ready for the match.
First things first, I had Kim checked out at the doctor; she got a clean bill of health to take part in ?strenuous physical activity? (I think she told the doctor she wanted to do aerobic boxing). Next Kim went shopping to get us matching outfits, ?to emphasize our unity?. She brought home two swimsuits the same dark forest green, hers a modestly-cut one piece, mine a set of baggy trunks.
The fight was set for next week - I think we all wanted to get it over with, me at least because I was already having second thoughts - so there wasn?t time for much training; we managed to cram in a few after work self-defense classes that mostly taught us how to kick attackers in the groin.
The day of the fight, we got dressed in our outfits and cleared the living room again; I put down blue electrical tape marking off two opposing corners of the room, one for each team - the fighter who wasn?t currently tagged in wasn?t allowed to cross the tape, which was just about the only rule for the fight. We had a bag with a few special items in them - since this was our house I guess we could have just stored whatever we were going to use if we won anywhere, but there were two special things I?d prepared and hoped we could deploy at the end of the match, and these were tucked safely into an inside bag pocket. Valentina and Melanie arrived right on time at 8 PM, both dressed in long bulky coats despite the warm weather and hefting duffel bags, surely full of toys to use on us if they won. They went to their corner and doffed their coats; they?d both be starting naked, it seemed, Melanie without a stitch on while Valentina was already sporting her strapon, and as I looked at her she started jerking it off while aiming her shit-eating grin right at me. ?Keep staring, pussy boy!? she called across the room. I opened my mouth to say something clever, but my wife called ?Are we all ready?? in her no-nonsense voice.
It looked like we were; Valentina came out to start for the exes, and I gave my wife a kiss before she stepped out to face her. I could see Val hesitating, clearly expecting to fight me, but Kimberly yelling a challenge was enough to make up her mind. Melanie screamed at her partner fruitlessly for a tag as Valentina approached my wife (a good sign, I thought - we were counting on us having great teamwork and our exes having none to give us an edge, and Melanie already shrieking at Valentina before the fight started seemed promising). The fighters squared off and Valentina purred ?This is for your own good? before lunging forward throwing punches. Kimberly covered and took the hits on her forearms, bending forward like a woman walking into a stiff wind as she slowly closed the distance with her ex. As she got close Valentina hooked a hard right around Kim?s guard and slammed her fist into my wife?s ribs; Kimberly grunted and grimaced, but she was close enough now to deploy the kick she?d perfected in self-defense class, and Valentina shrieked and covered her crotch in pain as my wife landed a beautiful rising kick straight between Val?s legs. Kimberly got two handfuls of her ex?s dark hair and yanked Val?s head down to meet her rising knee. I could hear the impact from my spot across the room, and when my wife released her Valentina stumbled backwards covering her face. I cheered as Kimberly followed, burying her right fist in Valentina?s tummy, knocking the wind out of her with the unexpected hit. Kim followed up with a knee to the groin, but Valentina?s hands were still covering her pussy and I don?t think this actually did much if any damage. Before Kim could press her attack any further Val lunged at her, getting her arms around Kim and taking them both down to the mat, facing each other. Kim grunted as Val?s weight slammed into her and pressed her into the floor. Kim wrapped her arms around Val and they struggled - for a second I couldn?t quite see what was happening, but based on Melanie?s yells of encouragement I realized Valentina was rubbing her dildo against my wife?s pussy. Luckily Kim?s suit stopped it from going in; Val tried to reach down and pull it to the side, giving Kim an opening to roll them both over, and Valentina ended up under her ex as Kimberly propped her forearm against Val?s neck and pressed down. I really think if Kimberly was stronger or weighed more she could have ended the fight right here, but Val managed to reach up and throw her off. Both women got to their feet, circling each other; I noticed that Kim got herself between Val and the enemy corner, then started slowly advancing, cautiously trying to force Val into our corner where we could double-team her; the rules said you had to stay behind the tape, but if my wife got our opponent where I could grab her, well, we might be able to eliminate Valentina real quick.
Unfortunately, Melanie noticed what was happening and screamed a warning to her partner, who lunged at my wife with a big overhand right. Kim tried to get her hands up, but she was too slow and took the punch square on the jaw, the impact staggering her. I could see from my spot in the corner that her eyes were glassy as Valentina moved in and started working her body with hard hooks. Kim tried to ward the punches off, but she was too slow; if she moved her hands up to cover her head Val slammed punches into her tummy, and if she lowered her guard to block these her ex snapped her head around with hits to her face. Kim tried a desperate knee to the crotch, but Val saw this coming and faded back away from it, then came back in with an uppercut that exploded under my wife?s chin, laying her out flat on her back.
I yelled at Kimberly to get up, but she was hurting bad and didn?t move; Valentina sat on her face, practically purring with satisfaction as she rubbed her naked pussy over my wife?s nose and mouth. The strapon was set just over her slit, and it bobbed around as she face-fucked my wife. Melanie screamed at her partner to finish Kim off, but Val was in heaven and either didn?t hear or didn?t care. Valentina was sitting facing the top of my wife?s head, and didn?t see as Kimberly tried to escape by hooking her feet under her ex?s armpits; Kim missed twice, but the third attempt was successful, and Valentina was sent flying with a surprised shriek to land awkwardly a few feet away from my wife. She started getting up, but she?d had her bell rung and Kim came in and kicked her hard in the side of the face, sending her back down to the ground with a grunt. My wife lifted her foot for a stomp, but Valentina was more stunned than hurt and came to her senses in time to roll out of the way and up to her feet. She came at my wife throwing punches, and unfortunately Kimberly?s single trick of kicking her in the pussy looked to be played out as Val took the hit on her thigh and kept coming, turning my wife?s head with a crisp left, then digging her right into Kimberly?s tummy. Kim gasped and tried to back Val off with a knee to the crotch, but Valentina was looking out for hits like this and weaved back, then came in aiming a huge right hand at my wife?s head. I sighed in relief as Kim barely managed to duck, coming up with a sloppy uppercut that plowed into Val?s left breast, sending it flying upwards in a shower of sweat. Valentina squealed and the third time was the charm as Kimberly?s knee came up between her ex?s legs, striking true. Val took a step back covering her crotch; Kimberly braced and launched a kick at Val?s midsection, her foot smacking right into Valentina?s belly button. Val went down on her back and Kim was right on top of her, nailing a hard stomp straight on Valentina?s face. Val rolled over onto her chest and started getting up, but I could see from here she was dazed, her eyes glassy and a trickle of blood coming out of her nose. Kim didn?t let her finish getting to her feet, landing a stomp in the center of Val?s back that sent her back to the ground with a grunt. Kim went for another stomp, but her ex seemed to be recovering as she rolled onto her back, aiming a wild kick at my wife?s crotch that made her back off. Val got to her feet and the fighters closed, my wife taking the first hit as Valentina looped a long right-handed punch around Kim?s hands, smacking her fist into my wife?s ribs. Kim winced and lunged forward with a telegraphed crotch kick that Valentina easily dodged, coming in closer with a left straight to the jaw that had my wife reeling. Kim threw a sloppy right in return that Val slapped away, throwing a return gut punch that had my wife gasping. I was afraid Kim?s skills had taken her as far as she could go; she?d hurt her ex fairly seriously, but her one trick was now totally played out. Just as I braced myself to watch my wife get knocked out, she threw her hands up and wailed ?Don?t hit me!?
Valentina hesitated for a second, I think looking for an ambush, but when one didn?t come she swept my wife up in her arms. ?It?s okay now!? Valentina yelled. ?I?m here!? Val went in for a kiss, but Kim pulled back; going lower, Valentina laid a long lick on my wife?s neck, and I could see her grimace over Val?s shoulder.
?Finish her!? Melanie screamed, but her partner wasn?t listening as she released Kim, grabbing the straps on my wife?s suit. Kimberly stood there and let her ex peel her suit down to her stomach; Valentina lowered her mouth to my wife?s now-bare chest, teasing Kim?s nipple with her tongue. Kimberly put her hands on the back of Val?s head, gently guiding her to the other nipple, then bringing her knee flying up into Valentina?s stomach. Val, totally surprised, emitted a gurgled shriek, then ate another knee to the same place. She fell to her hands and knees, and Kimberly stomped her in the back of the head, grinding her ex?s face into the ground.
?Get her over here!? I yelled. Kimberly looked at me and nodded; Val had gotten up to her hands and knees, and Kim went around to her side and gave her a hard kick up into her stomach. She got two handfuls of her ex?s long hair and started dragging her over to me. Val, still winded on her hands and knees, was either too hurt to resist or didn?t know what was waiting for her.
I got on my knees in the corner; Kim pushed Valentina into me, and I spun her around to face my wife, locking her arms up in a strong full nelson. Valentina was left totally helpless as Kim also got on her knees, coming face to face with her ex. Kimberly started beating the shit out of Valentina, starting with her body, hitting her with repeated straight punches to the belly. I kept an eye on Melanie; she was peering angrily into the corner, but made no move to break it up. I like to think if I was watching this happen to my wife I?d be charging out of the corner, and fuck the rules - maybe you can chalk Mel just watching us destroy her partner up to a lack of unity on the enemy team like I had with my wife, or it just not occuring to her, but either way she obediently stood behind the tape as Kimberly beat the shit out of her ex.
Valentina held out for a few hits, but after four or five I could tell she was hurting; her deep grunts became little cries of pain as Kimberly kept punching her, and she started trying to sag forward, only the full nelson holding her vertical. I think Valentina was basically finished here, but when Kim got tired of hitting her in the body she moved up and started punching her ex in the chest, relishing Valentina?s screams as she mixed up punches, using straights to crush Val?s big tits against her ribs, hooks to send them flying left and right, and occasional uppercuts with so much power that Val got hit in the face by her own tits. By now Valentina was begging her ex to knock her out, and Kim had mercy as she moved up and started punching her in the face. I guess I thought it was going to be like a movie where one good punch would do it, but Kim snapped Val?s head around with a half dozen knockout punches before the job was done. I released Val and gave her a gentle push forward; she flopped onto the ground chest-first, moaning as she landed on her beaten tits. Kim rolled her over and I saw how fucked up she was, her stomach covered with ugly bruises, her breasts red and swollen, her face a beaten mess with blood coming from her nose and mouth.
I left Valentina to my wife as Melanie was finally coming out of her corner. She pointed at me and yelled ?Rooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy!? before advancing on me with her fists out in front of her body like an old-timey boxer. I came at her with my fists up in a strong guard, wary for tricks; she almost fooled me, lunging at me behind a swift right-handed hook. I barely ducked it, dropping into a crouch and charging. Mel screamed in surprise as I tackled her, getting my shoulder into her stomach and hoping I?d knocked the wind out of her as I took her down to the mat. The idea was to land on her with all my weight, but I was a bit off-center and couldn?t get as much force as I wanted into this. As soon as we hit the floor Melanie wrapped her arms around me and when I tried to get off her I found she was too strong, holding me immobilized on top of her. ?Can?t get awayyyyyyyyy!? my ex sing-songed in my ear. I couldn?t get the same grip on her - she was laying flat on her back and I couldn?t get my arms behind her body to lock her up. Melanie licked my face, cackling as I winced. I made another attempt to get up, struggling with Mel as I tried to stand and she tried to hold me there; she won and a whole minute into the match I was finding myself in trouble.
I forced myself to calm down and think, which wasn?t easy; between Mel squeezing me with her arms and the feeling of her naked body pressing against mine, trying to come up with an escape plan wasn?t easy. I couldn?t force myself off her, but I had my arms and legs free. I tried to get my arms between Mel?s and my body, but I wasn?t strong enough for this; I?m stronger than Mel, but not enough to overpower her like this, and I heard her laughing as my attempt failed. ?Rory, why even fight it?? she purred. I felt her shifting her hips, pressing her pussy against my cock; I was thankful for the thick material minimizing the sensation.
Wait a minute. Why even fight it? I saw my way out. ?Let me go, I want to get these trunks off!?
?Aw, you had enough already, babe?? I nodded. ?You ready for me to fuck your brains out?!?
Was she going to buy this? I came up with what I thought she wanted to hear: ?You know I never can say no to you.? In reality I did say no all the time, but the big smile that blossomed on her face told me she brought it. Sure enough she released me; the second I felt her grip loosening I rolled off her and jumped up to my feet, her smile fading into a childish pout as she realized she?d been had. ?You tricked me!? she yelled. ?Rory, you tricked me!? I realized too late I should have attacked her before she?d recovered, but by the time this came to me my ex was already getting up to her feet. She put her fists up, in a real boxer?s guard this time. I took up the same stance, figuring neither one of us were boxers and I?d be at least even with her, but she attacked in a flurry of stingingly painful slaps I found myself rapidly retreating from. I had to stop her and lunged forward with a kick aimed at her crotch, but I guess Melanie had seen my wife try this enough to read the signs and she turned, taking the hit on her inner thigh. ?Rory, don?t do that!? she lectured. ?I?m going to finish you with this, I need it in top condition!?
?What?? I wasn?t used to my opponent telling me her strategy; Mel reached between her legs, parting her pussy lips as she flashed me a lewd smile. Then she ran at me with a scream, and I barely came back to my senses in time to stop her from pulling my suit down; we both hand two hands on the waistband, her trying to yank them off and me holding them right where they were. ?Gimmie these!? she yelled in my face. ?Take these off! Rory, you let go right now!?
?You first!?
Neither one of us would give up, and we stumbled around on the carpet like two sumo wrestlers; she yanked me towards her, trying to wrong-foot me, and our bodies pressed together, her big breasts pressing against my chest. I tried to trip her, getting my right leg between hers and moving my body forward, pressing against her; this worked as she fell backwards with a yell, but she still had a death grip on my trunks and took me with her. She hit the floor awkwardly and I came down right on top of her, hearing her grunt as I pressed her into the ground. Melanie got the worst of it, losing her grip on my shorts - still snugly around my waist - and looking dazed. I made sure not to give her time to grab me again, pinning her shoulders to the carpeted floor, trying to grapevine her legs. Unfortunately I?m not an expert in this move, and I couldn?t get my legs braced securely against hers; Melanie kept thrashing under me, trying to push off the floor, kicking her legs, trying to roll me off her to the left or right. I couldn?t get any offense going as it was taking all of my efforts just to hold her down. I tried to rise up high enough over her so that I could drop my weight down on her, but I didn?t even make it halfway before she managed to get one of her legs between us and kick me away. We both go to our feet, and I saw that Melanie had her eyes fixed on my crotch; even though my baggy shorts she could probably see the painfully hard erection I was sporting. I figured she?d make another grab at my trunks - she could be very focused when she had a goal in mind - and when she shot forward I dropped my hands low to block her attack, but she?d faked me out and went high at the last second, cupping my face in her hands and slapping a kiss on me. I stood there shocked, letting her get her left hand behind my head, her tongue pressing between my lips as she bent me slightly back. Her other hand slipped into my bottoms, but I grabbed her wrist before she could take hold of her prize; I managed to back up slightly and pushed on her with my free hand, forcing her to break the kiss with a gasp as I shoved her away. She tried to come back in, but I held her off with a stiff forearm, just long enough to land a kick into her stomach. She gasped, unprepared for the hit, and I closed up and gave her a punch in what I sure hoped was the same spot; it seemed close enough as she gagged, holding her tummy and leaving me free to press my attack - if only I knew what to do next; I hesitated for a second, then flinched as I heard my wife scream ?Get her! Don?t just stand there!? from the other side of the room. I turned to face her, seeing that she was seated on her ex?s face, wearing Valentina?s strapon around her hips. ?Don?t look at me, silly!? she yelled, pointing over my shoulder. ?Finish her! Quick!? I turned back around straight into a right-handed hook that smashed into my face with crushing force; I took a half-step back before falling down on the carpeted floor, hitting the back of my head on the ground for good measure. I looked up at Mel, swimming in my vision. She reached down and grabbed my trunks, and this time I couldn?t stop her as she yanked them off me with a satisfied grunt. She reached down at me again, but I managed to get away from her, rolling up into a groggy crouch. Unfortunately I was still so dazed my reaction time was slow, and I got my hands up too late to stop her coming in and landing a roundhouse kick to the side of my head that put me down again, holding my temple where she?d hit me. She rolled me onto my back, then started pulling me up to my feet; I was too stunned to even try to stop her and was temporary at her mercy as she bent me over, getting on my left side. Her right hand snaked between my thighs, and I moaned as she got a solid grip on my balls, my legs going weak as she squeezed. I knew I had to get out of this right away, but any move I made prompted her to tighten up, and if it hurt bad enough normally, when she added extra pressure I was helpless, agony shooting through my body.
But I knew Melanie, and I thought there might be another way of getting out: ?Let go,? I begged.
?What?? Mel yelled at me. ?What was that?! Can?t hear you, Rory! Nope! Caaaaaan?t heaaaaar youu!?
?Please let me go!? I pitched my voice as pathetically as I could.
?Why would I do that? Huh??
?I want you to let go,? I whined. ?Pleaaaaaaaaase! I?m sorry!?
This gave her pause; the pressure loosened just a hair.
?Are you tricking me again, Rory??
?No!? She released the hold, grabbing my hair and pulling me up so I was face to face with her. ?If you?re trying to trick me again - ? she was cut off, howling as my knee slammed up into her crotch. She turned away from me, bending over and screaming ?Fuckballs! You little fuckass!? I locked my hands together and hit her with a double ax-handle in the back, sending her to the mat on her chest where she landed with an undignified squeal. Not taking any chances, I lined up a stomp on the back of her head, hearing my wife cheer as my foot slammed into the back of my ex?s skull. Mel covered where I?d hit and I lay on top of her, looping my right arm around her neck and started choking her. She bucked under me, but couldn?t dislodge me; I assumed that as she lost air she?d lose power, but her struggling actually got stronger, I guess out of desperation. To my shock she managed to press up off the floor, I think at first trying to stand up, then when this didn?t work getting herself up into a sitting position. She started throwing blind elbows behind her; a few hit quite painfully, but I grimly held on, determined to end the fight right here. Next she attempted to pull my arm away from her neck, but she didn?t have the strength for this; I?ll never know what else she might have tried as my wife came wandering over, standing in front of Mel and watching with a little smirk on her face, then grabbing two handfuls of my ex?s hair and slamming a kick into her stomach. Mel gasped as the last little bit of air left her, dry heaving as Kimberly landed two more vicious kicks, then started face-fucking Melanie with the strapon. Mel didn?t go quick, struggling to the end as I choked her out; her body very slowly started slumping back against me until only my wife?s grip on her pink hair and my arm around her neck was holding her up. I slowly released the choke, wary of her playing possum and springing back to life, but she was out cold; Kim let go and Mel flopped to the floor on her face.
I walked over to our corner and pulled a plastic set of zip-ties out of our bag, tossing them to my wife, who pulled Melanie?s arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. Kim rolled Mel over and started bringing her around with face slaps; Mel woke up after the third, eating a few more for good measure as I walked back over. Kim had a special finisher lined up, pulling a stunned Mel to her feet, keeping my ex bent over and handing her off to me. I pulled Mel?s head between my legs, braced, and lifted her off the ground, holding her in a vertical 69 with me for one second as Kim put her hands on the bottom of Mel?s feet, then the two of us finished her with a spike piledriver, working together to drive Melanie?s head into the ground; even with the carpeting covering the floor, the top of my ex?s head took her full weight, and she was knocked out again, ragdolling down onto the carpet.
Kim and I took a minute to survey the carnage. Mel was out, drooling on the floor; whatever Kim had done to Valentina, she was laying in our corner not stirring, only her chest moving slowly up and down as she breathed. Had we won?
We had won. After a quick hug, we put our post-fight plans into motion. Valentina was up first; Kim dragged Melanie over to her corner and laid her there as I grabbed Val?s ankles and dragged her to the center of the floor. Kim came back over and flipped Val over onto her chest, then laid on top of her. ?Rory, could you wake her up for me? And bring the card.? I nodded and went into the kitchen next door, filling up a glass of cold water and grabbing an index card out of our bag on the way back. Kim used Val?s hair to pull her head up off the ground; her face was absolutely coated with my wife?s juices - Kim must have gotten off on her during my fight with Melanie. I took aim and tossed the water into Val?s face, bringing her around with a sputtering gasp. Kim had her left arm in a hammerlock and worked the hold as Val squealed, making sure her ex didn?t think of trying to fight back. Satisfied, I saw Kim press the strapon against Val?s ass, getting ready to fuck her ex with her own dildo. Val let out a low, animal groan as the strapon slipped in, her eyes rolling back in her head as Kimberly hilted it with a grunt. ?How?s this?!? she shrieked. ?You wanted to fuck my man?s ass? How does this feel!? she yelled as she started slam ass-fucking Val. I just stood and watched for a minute, rock-hard looking at Valentina get destroyed by my wife. Then Kim screamed ?Give it to her!? and I bent down, handing Valentina the index card.
?Read it!? my wife barked. ?Look over there!? She yanked Valentina?s long hair, making her ex look at a small hole in the wall a GoPro was looking through.
?I,? Valentina started in tears, ?Valentina Vasquez, being of sound mind and body??
I held my breath as Valentia cried through the whole confession. Holy shit; we?d gotten it! I had no idea if it would hold up in court (I?m not sure how valid a confession is when you?re getting fucked in the ass the whole time) but I hoped it wouldn?t have to, and just having it on tape would be enough to finally scare my wife?s ex off. Kim finally left off pegging her ex?s ass, telling Val not to move (I stood watch ready to pounce if she did, but she just lay there), going around to her ex?s head. Kimberly lay down on her back, Val?s head between her legs, then reached down and grabbed her ex?s hair, getting her into position; she pushed the strapon into Val?s mouth, ignoring the unhappy moans of her ex, then locked her legs around Val?s head and squeezed. Val lay there, gagging on my wife?s strapon, as Kimberly knocked her out with her legs; Val managed some weak slaps on my wife?s thighs, but nothing else before she was knocked out for the final time. Kim let her go and we wrapped Val in her coat, then opened the front door and threw her out into the night.
We turned to Mel, who had come around by now, although she still looked quite dazed as we advanced on her. She croaked ?Rory, give up now and I?ll go easy on you,? which made me laugh until Kim elbowed me in the ribs and I put my mean mug back on.
?Honey, you have something for her, don?t you?? my wife prompted. I did, getting another index card from our bag as Kim manhandled Mel into the middle of the floor, getting her up to her knees. Kimberly kneeled behind her on the carpet just in case, although I don?t know what Mel could have done with her hands zip-tied anyway.. I walked over and held the card in front of Melanie as she peered at it, puzzled.
?What is this??
?Read it.? I pointed up at a hole in the ceiling; Melanie looked up, not knowing she was being recorded on a GoPro. ?Read it into that.?
??I, Melanie O?Neill, being of sound mind?? Rory, is this your idea of foreplay??
?Just read it!? I yelled.
?Fine, okay. ?I, Melanie O?Neill?? - Melanie read the entire confession I?d written out for her. If this wouldn?t keep her away, nothing would. When she finished, she aimed a demented leer at me. ?How was that? Can I blow you now, or you have any other weird shit for me to read??
I looked over her shoulder at my wife, who gave me a nod. I went back to our corner and Kimberly released Mel, who got a little unsteadily to her feet before strutting over to me with her hips swaying confidently. She got on her knees in front of me and kissed the tip of my cock, then took my shaft between her lips and started blowing me. Even after all the time we?d been broken up, Melanie knew just how to drive me crazy, keeping her big, baby blue eyes fixed on mine as my cock disappeared into her mouth. She brought me to the edge quickly, then backed off, torturing me by just holding my tip between her lips; then she started running her tongue around the head, then go back to sliding her mouth up and down my shaft until I got close again. After she did this three or four times, I couldn?t stand it anymore; I told her to finish me and she didn?t hold back, her lips flying up and down my shaft. I started cumming, holding her shoulders for balance as she greedily swallowed my cum, slurping down spurt after spurt.
Spent, I leaned back against the wall as Mel smirked up at me. ?How was that?? She gave my cock a few languid sucks, keeping me half-hard. ?Can you get it up again quick? I want to get fucked.? I looked over her to see my wife approaching, the strapon bobbing in front of her.
?Sure, I don?t think that will be a problem...?
My ex yelped in surprise as Kimberly gripped her hips. She tried to turn, but I got her head into my armpit and held her there as Kim slipped the dildo in. Melanie let out a deep moan as my wife started fucking her; she struggled a little, but when she couldn?t make any headway against my grip, she seemed to accept it and relaxed. Kimberly hammered Mel with short, deep strokes to start, then slowed down and started really enjoying herself when it was clear Melanie wasn?t going anywhere. She?d been holding on to Melanie?s hips with both hands in a death grip, loosening up as she got into the groove, spanking Mel?s ass. As my ex got close Kim choked up, picking up speed until she was jackhammering my ex, who was reduced to a moaning mess in my arms. Kim grabbed hold of Mel?s pink hair, pulling back, and Melanie?s head came out of my grip.
?You feel that?? Kim yelled at her. ?Are you going to cum for me??
?Uh,? Mel gasped, beyond words.
?Yeah, you are. And you know what? As soon as you finish, you?re never going to see him again. Understand?? Mel could only grunt as Kim slammed home each stroke. ?You?re gonna cum like a bitch, and then you?re gonna be out of here, and we?re never going to see you again! Right?? Kim screamed. She put on the finishing touch, forcing Mel to a body-shaking climax; I held on to my ex as she bucked in my grip, yelling out a powerful orgasm, then went completely limp, only my arms holding her up.
Kim pulled out, eyeing her work with satisfaction. ?Mel, you still awake??
?Fuh,? she moaned. She took a few shaky breaths. ?I sowwy,? she whined in a little baby voice I didn?t remember hearing. ?I sowwy...? it looked like her mind may have finally, completely broken
?All you had to do was leave us alone!? Kim shrieked. ?You couldn?t just stay away? Well, this is what happens when you push us! Rory, hold her tight!?
?Not theeee-rrrre,? Melanie whispered as Kim lined the strapon up with my ex?s ass. ?That?s just for roooo-rrrrryyyyyy.?
If Mel had promised to fuck off I have no doubt we?d have let her go on her way, but what she?d just said was exactly the wrong thing, and Kim started forcing the dildo up Mel?s shitter, my ex squealing and almost struggling out of my arms as a grunting Kim hitled herself. Melanie was struggling with a burst of the desperate energy, and Kim had to go back to a double grip on her hips as she fucked her asshole. Melanie ran out of gas quickly, becoming a quivering, crying mass in my arms, a pathetic sob punctuating each merciless stroke of Kim?s vengeful strapon. She was finally broken, her messy crying only broken up by shrieks of how sorry she was and ignored pleas for mercy. Kim worked her over until her point had been proven; when we finally released Mel, she flopped to the ground unable to even move as we bundled her into her coat. We tossed her out the front door as well, hands still bound, and closed the door, we hoped, on six years of harassment; I dearly wished the last quick look I got at Melanie?s puffy, tear-streaked face would be the last time I?d ever see her.
Before we went to take a shower, we checked out our opponent?s bags (well, I guess they were our bags too now, come to think of it). I was morbidly curious to see what they had in store for us. Inside was another strapon (for Mel, no doubt), two ball gags, two vibrators - one a huge ?magic wand? style and a smaller, six incher - a large bottle of lube, a cock cage with a lock, and a dog collar with my name on it (!!!!).
?What were they going to do with all this stuff?? I asked my wife as I lifted what I later found out was a humbler out of Valentina?s bag.
?Are you serious?? Kim picked up the cock cage. ?Nothing good!? She threw the cage to the side and took the collar from me. ?I kinda like this, though.? She giggled at my look of shock before slapping me on the shoulder with a ?I?m kidding!?
The rest of the night was spent getting cleaned up, moving the furniture back into the living room, and making sure all the GoPro footage came out (it did). As of now, we haven?t had to use any of it; it?s been a little over a year and I haven?t seen Valentina or Melanie since that night, and my social media and email accounts are blissfully free of electronic harassment. Have we finally shaken our horrible exes? Kimberly says it?s too soon to say for sure, but as far as I?m concerned, we?re finally free - and it feels wonderful.