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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Annette Walters vs FieryHouseWife
« Last post by TheFieryHousewife on Today at 10:26:01 AM »I hear the discreet click of heels on the porch and a slight creek as the front door swings open. From the armchair in the living room, I see a flash of milky-white skin, fiery-red hair and black lingerie ghost through the foyer and advance towards the stairs. A sideways glance would have alerted her to my presence, but I need not have worried. She was a woman on a mission; heading straight for our bedroom. The audacity of this bitch...
I remain silent. Careful not to draw her attention. Allowing Annette to ascend the stairs before moving a muscle. When I'm confident she has reached the landing, I pad softly across the carpet in the living room floor and follow her up the stairs, careful not to make a sound, eager to maintain the element of surprise. I'll ambush this bitch in our bedroom and break her on the bed Jack fucked me on last night. The thought excites me; quickening my pulse and setting my heart racing.
The bedroom door is slightly ajar when I get there and I find a confused Annette standing at the foot of our bed. She looks formidable and alluring. Part of me sees exactly what tempted Jack to stray. A tall, sexy woman with strong legs tapering up to a broad, curvy ass...
The other part of me begins to assess her as a physical threat. Her long limbs make her a rangy opponent. If I'm to best her, I'll have to get in close and get her on her back. Mount her and make her give while I stare into the eyes of the whore who tried to steal my husband. I brace myself for a spiteful, emotional catfight that will leave me and this stranger sweaty and spent by the time we're done. I just hope I have what it takes to edge her out in a desperate struggle.
I clear my throat to draw her attention.
"Ahem."
Startled, she spins awkwardly on her heels and gasps in surprise when she sees me. Before she has time to think, I rush her. Burying my shoulder in her midriff, I knock her clean out of her heels and send her sprawling towards the mattress. My momentum carries me forward and I land on top of her and between her legs. Tit-to-tit and cxnt-to-cxnt with my husband's mistress. I feel my nipples pucker as we rub clumsily together in a frantic struggle; my body responding to the perverse and unfamiliar thrill of being so stiflingly close to a woman I despise.
Grabbing Annette's long, copper hair; I pull fiercely. Harshly pivoting her head and forcing her to look into my eyes. I huskily whisper to her as she squirms and struggles beneath me:
"Sorry, Jack couldn't make it this morning. The name's Riley and Jack is my husband. Oh, and by the way, if you want to feel the warmth of my man's cock ever again, you better fight like hell. You're not leaving her until one of us gives up her claim to Jack and I'm not feeling very obliging..."
Her nostrils flare and she looks up at me with wild, impassioned eyes. The bitch will fight me for him. And that excites me...
I remain silent. Careful not to draw her attention. Allowing Annette to ascend the stairs before moving a muscle. When I'm confident she has reached the landing, I pad softly across the carpet in the living room floor and follow her up the stairs, careful not to make a sound, eager to maintain the element of surprise. I'll ambush this bitch in our bedroom and break her on the bed Jack fucked me on last night. The thought excites me; quickening my pulse and setting my heart racing.
The bedroom door is slightly ajar when I get there and I find a confused Annette standing at the foot of our bed. She looks formidable and alluring. Part of me sees exactly what tempted Jack to stray. A tall, sexy woman with strong legs tapering up to a broad, curvy ass...
The other part of me begins to assess her as a physical threat. Her long limbs make her a rangy opponent. If I'm to best her, I'll have to get in close and get her on her back. Mount her and make her give while I stare into the eyes of the whore who tried to steal my husband. I brace myself for a spiteful, emotional catfight that will leave me and this stranger sweaty and spent by the time we're done. I just hope I have what it takes to edge her out in a desperate struggle.
I clear my throat to draw her attention.
"Ahem."
Startled, she spins awkwardly on her heels and gasps in surprise when she sees me. Before she has time to think, I rush her. Burying my shoulder in her midriff, I knock her clean out of her heels and send her sprawling towards the mattress. My momentum carries me forward and I land on top of her and between her legs. Tit-to-tit and cxnt-to-cxnt with my husband's mistress. I feel my nipples pucker as we rub clumsily together in a frantic struggle; my body responding to the perverse and unfamiliar thrill of being so stiflingly close to a woman I despise.
Grabbing Annette's long, copper hair; I pull fiercely. Harshly pivoting her head and forcing her to look into my eyes. I huskily whisper to her as she squirms and struggles beneath me:
"Sorry, Jack couldn't make it this morning. The name's Riley and Jack is my husband. Oh, and by the way, if you want to feel the warmth of my man's cock ever again, you better fight like hell. You're not leaving her until one of us gives up her claim to Jack and I'm not feeling very obliging..."
Her nostrils flare and she looks up at me with wild, impassioned eyes. The bitch will fight me for him. And that excites me...
