Mine.....All Mine

[snw]

I agree with this. In fact I was expecting Kensie to get really competitive and show Lace up pretty good in their match.  I do look forward to the rematch. I do hope either Lace will finish her story of how Joe had his fantasy match play out in the custom video.

[HumanPerson]

Yeah, Kensie wins the staged rematch. They end up going at it for real, likely a titfight or sexfight, that is very close but won by Kensie. Lacey is disappointed but now has a taste for it. Heather pushes her buttons one time too many and Lacey wins that one convincingly, making the blonde beg. That gets us to Hiromi being back in the picture and it could go either way. Somewhere down the line the rematch of the real fight with Kensie happens.

[adventerer2003]

Yes, I've been ultra curious about the custom video action and results!  Maybe Lacey talks Heather into performing an oil wrestling match to the script, and also a followup to see who would win unscripted!

[emmaduncxn]

definitely would love for all this tension amongst the women develop from teaseful and staged to straight up competitive and serious mmrreeoow

[snw]

Yeah, Kensie wins the staged rematch. They end up going at it for real, likely a titfight or sexfight, that is very close but won by Kensie. Lacey is disappointed but now has a taste for it. Heather pushes her buttons one time too many and Lacey wins that one convincingly, making the blonde beg. That gets us to Hiromi being back in the picture and it could go either way. Somewhere down the line the rematch of the real fight with Kensie happens.

The titfight between Kensie and Lacey is an awesome thought. It's almost as if Lacey has been a little jealous of Kensie's tits in the way she has said There goes Kensie again with the tits, it's always about the tits with Kensie. It would also be a perfect reason for the two to get into a real fight over the jubilant Kensie's taunts at Lacey's expense and makes sure Joe knows she's defeated his wife and he is so enamored with Kensie's win Lacey can tell her friends victory has him lusting for her friend and sees his focus has been fully on the victorious girl. That surely would start a real fight.

[dalton]

Yeah, Kensie wins the staged rematch. They end up going at it for real, likely a titfight or sexfight, that is very close but won by Kensie. Lacey is disappointed but now has a taste for it. Heather pushes her buttons one time too many and Lacey wins that one convincingly, making the blonde beg. That gets us to Hiromi being back in the picture and it could go either way. Somewhere down the line the rematch of the real fight with Kensie happens.

The titfight between Kensie and Lacey is an awesome thought. It's almost as if Lacey has been a little jealous of Kensie's tits in the way she has said There goes Kensie again with the tits, it's always about the tits with Kensie. It would also be a perfect reason for the two to get into a real fight over the jubilant Kensie's taunts at Lacey's expense and makes sure Joe knows she's defeated his wife and he is so enamored with Kensie's win Lacey can tell her friends victory has him lusting for her friend and sees his focus has been fully on the victorious girl. That surely would start a real fight.

You both may be on to something.... next part is almost done

[orangemoose]

I am looking forward to the shift to an unstaged, all-out war.

[dalton]

Part XIV (continued):

"Some men have all the luck", Joe thought to himself, "I happen to be one of them".  Although reflecting on his recent run of good fortune, Joe was never one to be satisfied for an extended time.  "So what's next?" he whimsically thought to himself, still with his suit pants around his ankles and basking in the afterglow of a lifelong fantasy fulfilled. "I should get myself cleaned up and in bed".

In the aftermath of his fantasy come true, his thoughts turned to the current conversation between his wife and Mackensie, the latter of who was attending to her wounded ego in the attached bathroom to our master bedroom.  "Do I go check on them? Do I apologize to Mackensie as Lacey had done profusely?  Was there even anything to apologize for?", the questions came in rapid succession with no plausible answers.  Joe's mental clarity had yet to return after an intense headrush from the most exhilarating orgasm of his life, or was it the multiple old fashions over the course of the night.

"The security footage!" Joe exclaimed his sudden epiphany a bit too loud.  My husband installed hidden cameras after suspecting the maintenance staff and/or cleaning ladies of helping themselves to certain valuables within the apartment.  "Note to self" Joe emailed his own address, "download video for posterity", amused at his unnecessarily cryptic choice of words.

"Joooeee" my muffled voice called to him in the distance like a siren song.  Cautiously following the trail of my dulcet tones, Joe crept towards the master bedroom.  Finding the door slightly ajar, he peeked inside but found no trace of the battling brunette beauties.  "Am I hearing voices now?" Joe chuckled. 

The long night's events had taken its toll on my husband.  Rather than console Mackensie, Joe climbed into the warm and cozy confines of our king size bed.  His suit pants now off, unbottoned dress shirt still on and necktie remained fastened loosely around his neck.  My husband was too satisfied and exhausted to remove any article of clothing at this point, including his dress socks.

"Joooeee....." I giggled laying in wait inside the bathroom.  "No sleeping yet" my voice called out again.  Joe laid comfortably on his side, with his back towards the bathroom door.  "Lace hasn't had her turn of pleasure yet, she's coming to claim her prize" Joe realized to himself.  A faint squeaking noise alerted Joe to the bathroom door swinging open, as he mustered his energy for round two with his lovely wife.   

Footsteps sounded across the floor with an irregular pattern.  "Ohhh Joe....wake up honey" my sultry voice attempting to resurrect him like a snake charmer.  Joe felt the impression of my body press into the firm mattress, "What did you have in mind Lace?" he asked in a sleepy monotone voice.  The pattern of footsteps continued to Joe's confusion, still feeling his wife's presence in proximity.  Then a second impression of bodyweight on the king size bed became apparent, although not necessarily where Joe placed his dear wife in his mind. 

"Well Joe....", a familiar voice rang out, "I demanded a rematch". My husband's head popped up momentarily, still with his back to the unfolding scene in our bedroom.  "Did I just hear that correctly or am I dreaming?", Joe rested his head again on the pillow. The impressions on the mattress had now withdrawn, realizing he was again the sole inhabitant of the large bed. 

Clearing my throat, I teased in a pouty voice, "Fine Joe...go to sleep, don't watch round two of our catfight". The words echoed clearly this time, causing Joe to sit up and shake his head to fend off the coming headrush. Turning around in disbelief, his eyes widened to find yours truly and a rejuvenated Mackensie wearing silky robes, back in character to continue his birthday surprise festivities. 

Situated in our now familiar staredown, Mackensie and I held our eye contact, although in this instance a serious sense of revenge loomed in Mackensie.  Standing so close that our luscious tits pressed against each other, the friction caused our silk robes to open slightly. "Back for more Mackensie?" I taunted her for Joe's amusement.  "Oh Lace...no holding back this time. Now let's really decide who the better woman is", Mackensie purred, confirming my impression that she was indeed serious after the blow to her ego.

"Joe...." Mackensie turned her attention to my husband, "did your wife here ever mention our little spring break competition?", my eyes widened wondered where Mackensie was taking the dialogue. Joe gazed into my eyes, seemingly aroused again at the mere mention of competition between us ladies.  Shaking his head as if to say no, Mackensie continued, "Of course she didn't tell you.  Lace, it must have been so humiliating finishing second in that wet-tshirt contest....to me no less", Mackensie taunted to my horror, knowing the story was a sensitive sore point for me.

"You should have been there Joe, when I was crowned the winner, your wife here was merely an afterthought" Mackensie returned the personal attacks in retribution for my words earlier.  "Actually...it's a shame you and I didn't meet first Joe" Kensie gestured towards my husband, having gone too far this time. Breathing through the flashes of anger, I reminded myself that this was simply performance art.  "It's just that Mackensie twists the knife in so deep.  She's way too skilled at this" I told myself silently.  Mounting a response, "My recollection Kensie, is that you cheated to win that contest...since you can't compete with me otherwise", I said in reply, drawing an indignant laugh from my rival.

Taking charge of the scene again, Mackensie continued, "Anyway, us girls were on our shopping trip last week....but you knew that already Joe", she stopped to wink at my husband. "We just loved this one lingerie set so much.....oh you saw it, right?", Mackensie referenced the photoshoot sent for his viewing pleasure.  "Both Lacey and I decided we must have it" Mackensie said seductively.  I was no longer sure if Mackensie meant she "must have" the lingerie set or my husband's cock.  "But maybe you can help us settle another debate Joe?" Mackensie batted her eyelashes at him. 

Taking Mackensie's cue, we both seductively undid our belts, still holding eye contact as the silk robes descended towards the floor.  The silk subtly brushed over our smooth tanned skin, sliding off our feminine figures.  Coming into focus was the familiar dark red lingerie consisting of a lacey corset and garter belt strapped to sexy stockings, in a reveal that moved in slow motion.  Joe audibly gasped at the vision before him, having preferred women in lingerie over completely naked.  "Lingerie leaves something to the imagination" my husband once told me, "plus it's something to grab onto", he amused himself.

"Now that we're here in the flesh....tell us Joe.  Who looks better in lingerie?" Mackensie purred at him, still taking the lead. Not one to be submissive, I asserted myself by running a hand along my long sexy legs, feeling the smooth stocking and drawing Joe's attention. "I think we both know who he prefers Mackensie. In fact, I can still taste victory", I announced impressed with my clever remark.  "I don't know about that Lace" Mackensie retorted, cupping her voluptuous tits, "I just don't see how you....stack up against me", referencing her victory in the wet t-shirt contest.

"Well...tell us Joe.  You've been awfully quiet dodging all these questions" I asked my husband playfully.   Instead of stammering this time however, Joe pressed his newfound confidence in sharing his inner desires.  "You know Lace...I can't decide who looks better in the lingerie....but perhaps we can see how you two ladies stack up, as Mackensie put it" my husband slyly suggested.  "Ohhh" Mackensie and I both reacted in unison.  "A tit fight Joe?" I asked seductively, pretending I was unfamiliar with the term, but fully aware of his implication since finding the folder on his computer. "Tit fight sounds like my specialty" Mackensie playfully pressed her chest against mine for a little flesh on flesh preview.

"You know, I did notice a bottle of baby oil" Mackensie exaggerated the sway her lingerie-clad hips back and forth towards the bathroom countertop to retrieve it.  Joe's eye lit up at the mere mention of our curvaceous tits colliding while glistening with baby oil.  Dangling the bottle towards me, "Lace, want to do the honors or shall I?" Mackensie asked.  Grabbing it from her with authority, I lifted my long flowing hair overhead and raised the baby oil over my ample cleavage.  "Ahhh" I exhaled as the slick lubricant ran down my heaving chest held up by the lacey corset. 

Watching my beautiful tits now shimmering in the city lights seeping into the penthouse, it was Mackensie's turn to perform the same ritual. "I'll need to pour a more generous amount, since I'm bigger up top, right Joe?" Mackensie hurled another catty comment.  Sizing up the oiled slippery goddess across from one another, we caressed the dripping oil into our heavenly bodies, panting with arousal from its sweet scent. In all honesty, I wanted revenge on Mackensie, the so-called 'conquering wet t-shirt queen' from all those years ago.  This was my chance at retribution, putting my tits to the test against Kensie's yet again.

An idea came to mind, "What if we start out with 'no hands allowed' Joe? I asked in reference to our favorite blowjob challenge. "Not to be confused with the 'no hands' challenge where I swallowed your cock Joe.  You do remember that Mackensie, don't you?", I directed the catty comment directly at her. In doing so however, I pushed the sorest of sore losers too far, immediately regretting my comment. "Actually Lace....what if we upped the ante a bit", Mackensie donned a devious smirk, "The winner wraps their abundant assets around that big trophy", Mackensie hinted at the prize, having raised the stakes.  Joe looked back and forth at us ladies, his eyes naturally wandering towards our glistening cleavage.

Yours truly returned an indignant laugh at my rival.  "Why Mackensie, that's one of Joe's favorites.  I'm happy to show you the proper form", I retorted certain of victory.  In our sex life, Joe had slid his thick cock between my perky tits no doubt hundreds of times. He loved that my mouth was free for dirty talk while feeling the warm slippery pleasure engulfing his manhood.  Now with Mackensie standing before him in the sexiest lingerie set, I'm certain Joe's mind wandered....as did his cock, between her perfect 32 double Ds.  "Imagine the scene, Mackensie having another front row seat to our intimate carnal acts", I thought internally, already planning my victory party. 

Taking Mackensie's hand in mine, I playfully offered "Join me on the bed Kensie?".  Mackensie interlaced her fingers in mine, "I thought you'd never ask Lace.  After you", as I tugged her along.  I led the way towards the plush king sized bed, which served as the latest arena in our catty competition. Taking a slight detour, I brushed my body against Joe's, running my hand slowly across his bulge.  Mackensie, still behind me with her hand clasped in mine, announced "Save that for me Joe, after I put Lacey in her place" in the seductive way only she could.

Climbing onto the bed from opposite ends, we slithered our way towards each, crawling on hands and knees until coming face to face.  Joe sensed the sexually charged tension in the air, "Are they going to kiss or fight?" he wondered.  That was until Mackensie and I scowled at each other, chest to chest and kneeling on the bed with hands on our hips, adjusting our stockings and garter belts in preparation for conflict.  To break the tense silence, Mackensie asserted "And may the best tits win", equally certain of victory as yours truly. 

Once again, we turned to Joe for approval to begin our titanic battle.  Before nodding to signal the start, Joe demanded "Hands behind your back ladies" in his deep masculine voice that sent shivers down my spine.  Mackensie and I obediently adopted the posture, both looking upwards at him with a pout and batting our eyelashes, as if to say "Can we please fight over your cock now?".  Satisfied there would be no hands allowed, Joe nodded for the show to commence.

The erotic sight of his slick wife's body colliding with a glistening Mackensie was almost too much to bear for Joe...almost.  "Lacey and Mackensie are so evenly matched" my husband thought to himself, distracted by the audible sound of tit flesh smacking. Fighting the urge to use our hands, I thrust my heavy chest into my slippery rival's, knocking Mackensie backwards from her kneeling position onto her ass. In response, Kensie rose again and returned the attack by forcefully pressing her tits into mine. 

The weight of Mackensie's body caused me to momentarily lose my balance and fall backwards. Landing on my back in a panic, I struggled to free my hands from being pinned against the bed. Before I could react, another audible smack of flesh on flesh rang out.  Mackensie had yours truly trapped in a full body pin, our bodies perfectly aligned from head to toe. I whimpered in a desperate attempt to break free, "Ugh, get off of me".  "Don't like being pinned down, do you Lace?" Mackensie taunted.

Mackensie turned towards my husband, "Like the view Joe?", as she sensually slid her oiled tits left and right over mine in a form of erotic dominance.  Kensie intertwined her legs with mine, trapping me against any attempted escape.  "Oh you're not going anywhere Lace" she warned, our tits ballooning in size as they struggled against each other. Still laying prone on my back, my natural tits appeared flattened in comparison to Mackensie's voluptuous body in the dominant position. "Look at mine overpowering your wife's Joe", she continued her revenge tour.

"Mackensie is really getting into this performance" I thought to myself, squirming underneath her oiled body. Left with no options, I freed my hands to clench Kensie by the hair, yanking her head upwards and forcing her back to reflexively arch. "So much for no hands allowed" I grunted to myself. "Ugh you bitch", Kensie cried out, caught off guard by my dirty tactic. Mackensie responded by clutching my brunette locks, but this particular pull was anything the gentle tug we'd agreed to beforehand. "My hair....Mackensie let go of my hair", I pouted, feeling the very real sting of her aggressive yanking.

Desperation set in from Mackensie's weight straddling me, but I somehow found the strength to turn the tables. Rolling Kenise over, I pounced on top of her body, our hands never yielding their grips on each other's hair.  Skin smacked together as an audible thud sounded from my curvaceous body landing on top of my rival's.  I glanced over at Joe for approval of my furious comeback, then started grinding my hips into Mackensie's body laying underneath mine in an attempt to humiliate her.  As my hips undulated on top of my fallen prey, I deemed it only fair to return a form of erotic dominance Mackensie had employed. "See that Joe....the best woman and now the best tits", I basked in the glory of Mackensie's whimpering below me.

Apparently, I didn't learn my lesson from the first round of personal attacks on my friend here.  With her ego unable to handle any further taunting, Mackensie surged from the bed as I continued to grind against her, catching me off guard. With a well timed thrust of her hips, Mackensie wildly bucked my body off of hers.  I used all my strength in an attempt to keep her pinned beneath me, but my grip failed on her slippery wrists. Mackensie and I tumbled together, coming to a rest in the kneeling position again, facing off in another stalemate.

In the midst of the wild fury, one of my tits popped out of the corset, exposing my full firm slippery breasts.  "You cheating bitch" Mackensie shouted, grabbing the top of my corset to expose the other breast.  I retaliated by clawing at Mackensie's top, yanking it down forcefully so that it rendered us both topless.  What started as an erotic sensual tit fight had quickly devoved into an all-out catfight between prideful women.

Up until this point, I hadn't experienced the level of ferociousness that Mackensie was capable of. That is until she swung her hand wildly, slapping across both my tits so that it stung in pain.  "Owwww Mackensie", my reaction revealed how surprised I was from the attack that left a red handprint on my beautiful breast.  Reeling in agony still, I instinctively cupped my luscious tits to protect them from further damage.  My eye caught the look of shock on Joe's face, who was uncertain if us ladies were still acting at this point. 

Still distracted by my husband, Mackensie seized the advantage by pushing down on my back yet again.  Kensie slithered on top, only this time with her bare tits meeting mine, unencumbered by lace lingerie.  I had assumed that at some point Kensie would defer to me winning, after all we were merely acting.  Plus, Joe was my husband....and the stakes for this round were indeed high. A realization of horror flashed in my mind, as Mackensie crawled up my body until her heavy tits hovered over my face.

"Wait...I was supposed to win" I tried to protest, unable to speak clearly through the fleshy mounds covering my mouth.  The muffled sound of my voice was ignored, as Mackensie grabbed the back of my head by the hair, pulling me further into her voluptuous tits.  My thoughts wandered again, to the painful imagery of Mackensie's evil victorious laugh as she slid Joe's cock between her for the first time.  I tried grabbing onto her garter belt in desperation, but by this point, was completely at the mercy of my romantic rival.

"Oh Lace" Mackensie laughed devilishly, "just like spring break, defeated by my tits again babe".  Mackensie mimicked my crying as I continued to squirm beneath her, struggling for air.  Not done with her taunts, she turned to my husband, "Joe, I believe this is called a tit smother?", she asked, knowing full well the name.  Mackensie shook her slippery tits side to side, still cupping the back of my head to grind face further.  "Looks like I'll be smothering that trophy in just a moment", Kensie arrogantly predicted given her dominant position.

The familiar unexplainable mix of jealousy and arousal filled me once again, resigned to the fact Mackensie would triumph.  The full weight of disappointment bruised my ego, not unlike what Mackensie endured previously.  I kicked myself for not matching her level of aggression, knowing full well that Mackensie would attempt to humiliate me in retribution.  What really stung though....another loss in the battle of tits, which had haunted me for many years.  And now, Mackensie still retained bragging rights, although I still swear I have nicer tits.  Then again, Joe was about to find out whose he preferred.

"Who's the better woman now Lace?" Mackensie taunted, turning my own words against me.  "How could you be the better woman when my tits are clearly superior?" she questioned, openly mocking me.  But Mackensie's revenge tour had only just begun, I prepared myself to feel her full wrath.  Finally relinquishing the tit smother, I gasped for air, trying to find enough breath to utter "Mackensie, what the hell was that?" in protest.  Before I could however, Kensie's hand dug into my long brunette locks, leading me off the king size bed and towards the floor. 

Completely defeated by this point, I landed on hands and knees, my hair still held captive by my cruel rival.  Imagine the humiliation I felt as Mackensie dragged me around by the hair, walking me like a dog in front of my husband. "Look at your lovely wife now Joe, not so confident anymore, is she?" Mackensie continued. Cruelly dragging me by the long locks further, we reached the chair where Joe sat watching our sensual duel.

I held my head down in shame at the feet of my husband, who was now standing over me, too humiliated to even look up at him.  Mackensie of course twisted the knife further, "I'm here for my trophy. And I dragged along Miss Second Place", she gestured down towards me.  Finally mustering up the courage make eye contact with Joe, he had the look of compassion for his disheveled wife with tears in her eyes, mascara running down her defeated face. I gave him a knowing nod, as if to say "it's ok honey", understanding his cock would plunge between Mackensie's awaiting tits shortly. An uncertain anxiety crept in my mind, would I be aroused or in a jealous rage watching the erotic act unfolding in front of me, in what was once all mine. 

"On your knees, both of you" Joe demanded in his assertive voice.  Mackensie obediently responded to the deep voice as if weak in her knees, ready and eager to exact revenge. I suddenly realized it had been many years since Joe felt the pleasure of another woman.  "Trust me Lace, you're the best I've ever had", my husband would often tell me, reassuring my insecurities with his soothing words.  I'd often wonder about his past lovers, sometimes prying him with questions. "What did they look like, how did my body compare, who made you cum the hardest....could any of them suck your cock like I can?", all ran through my head.

Although I'd never admit to Joe, at times I'd pleasure myself to the visual of him in acts of passion with a romantic rival, not that I ever expected to witness it.  The vivid dreams of jealousy triggered my competitive side, encouraging my obedient submission to Joe, who'd have his way with my body. Now kneeling beside the one woman who could rival my sensuality, I'd be forced to endure the vivid dreams come to life, to my horror.....or was it to my arousal?

"I'll need to get these oiled up again for you Joe", Mackensie turned towards me to say, cupping her tits while showing off her ample cleavage.  Both combatants now topless and compliantly kneeling, I endured the spectacle of Mackensie drizzling the slippery oil all over her, slowly cascading down her curvaceous chest. "Oh my god Lace, imagine how good it will feel for Joe", she continued the well-deserved taunts. 

Mackensie crossed her arms, pushing her tits together without use of her hands so that it created an inviting crease.  Joe confidently towered over her, but did not break eye contact with yours truly. "Was he getting off from his wife watching this forbidden act?" I thought to myself silently, bracing for the initial entrance.  With Mackensie highlighting her delicious slippery cleavage, she tugged Joe by the balls, slowly guiding his cock underneath her yearning tits. My mouth opened wide with a gasp, partially at the erotic visual but also from Mackensie's conquering of what was once solely mine.   

As the head of his cock slowly entered the slippery warm confines of her tits, Joe leaned back and groaned in ecstasy.  Mackensie indulged her prize moving along at a deliberately slow pace, with her head turned towards yours truly, eyes fixed on me.  Her preference was to savor the look of anguish on my face, proud of her voluptuous tits defeating mine. Mackensie motioned her arms together, tightening the firm clamp around Joe's manhood, claiming my husband's cock in triumph.
 
"Oh Lace, you get to have this cock all the time?  I'd be so jealous if it weren't all mine now" Mackensie cruelly taunted me.  "Maybe you'll have a chance to win it back....that is, if you're woman enough to", she hinted at a decisive third encounter. The personal demeaning dialogue wasn't exactly what we agreed to beforehand, with Mackensie taking creative liberties.  Another fit of jealous rage shot through my body, observing the head of my husband's cock repeatedly appear through the top of Mackensie's glistening tits.  For the sake of performance, I played the part of the defeated romantic rival, pouting my lower lip to Joe as a jealous victim. "But that's my husband.....my cock" I whimpered softly, drawing an evil laugh from Mackensie who picked up the pace.

"Oh it's yours...is it Lace?" she momentarily grabbed Joe's cock, freeing it from fleshy restraints. Mackensie held my husband's engorged member from the base, jiggling it to show me its girth as if showing off her new toy.  "Maybe I'll share a little....after all, this used to belong to you" she purred devilishly.  Joe finally chimed in, "Hand behind your back Lace" he demanded with authority, to which I eagerly complied.  "No hands, remember Lace? You seem to have forgotten during our catfight honey", Mackensie reminded, putting me in my rightful place.

Kensie tightened her grip on the trophy and motioned it over to my body, tapping it on my exposed tits with a heavy thud.  I've never been more humiliated and turned on at the same time, while Mackensie continued toying with me.  She smacked her prize with force against my big tits a few times, making them jiggle from the force of the blows. Mackensie then cupped my slippery tits together, while my hands still remained behind my back.  I assumed my husband's cock was returning home where it belonged, but Mackensie had other ideas.  Wagging her finger at me, "No no no Lace...this is only for the better pair" she cruelly announced, greedily pulling Joe's cock back, her perfect tits engulfing Joe's manhood once more.

Mackensie cupped his balls again, pulling on them in a maneuver that Joe loves.  "Did I mention that to her at one point?" I asked myself.  Joe moaned out in heavenly pleasure, inching ever closer to blowing a second huge load, but this time for Mackensie....the first time in a long time he'd cum from another woman. "Lace, he's getting closer", Kensie told me as if I couldn't tell, "I'll be nice this time, I promise. Since he's your husband, we can share his big load" she claimed with sincerity.  Turning towards me, my rival pressed her glistening tits into mine once again. 

Still clutching Joe's cock, she slid his member into the small crevice between our heavenly tits compacted together.  Mackensie pulled me into her, trapping Joe in a bear hug between the two women who did battle for him.  With the pace of his breathing quickened, Mackensie pulled out his cock to stroke it seductively, in close proximity to my face.  She pointed his cock directly at our luscious tits pressed together, yearning to share his sticky load between us.  With a guttural groan, Joe began to convulse, basking in the glory of another draining of his balls. 

Only this time, it was Mackensie who broke her promise.  As streams of his cum shot in the air, Mackensie pulled my husband's cock towards her direction only, robbing me of the sticky prize as she laughed maniacally at my humiliation.  Warm sticky cum covered every inch of her already glistening tits, while one volley shot so far that it dripped from her chin.  "Oh my god, he got it on her face" I cried silently, tears filling me eyes.  Mackensie lapped it up with her tongue, donning a devious smile as a droplet fell from her chin to land on my yearning tits.  "It was all for me Lace, your tits didn't deserve any" she taunted. 

It was my turn to retreat to the bathroom in embarrassment, having my ego completely shattered at the hands...and tits....of my supposed best friend.  Closing the door, I cried just loud enough that Joe and Mackensie could hear, in another Oscar worthy performance.  Naturally, I was wounded by the unforgiving erotic contest but was so hot from the sexually-charged encounter.  "I want more...we're not done here yet" I told myself in the mirror, fixing my disheveled hair and running mascara, vowing revenge as it had been cruelly exacted on me. 

Hearing a knock on the door, I couldn't muster an answer, still too humiliated to speak.  The door slowly swung open, with Mackensie appearing no longer in character of the 'conquering wet t-shirt queen'.  "Lace...." she began, "Save it Mackensie, there's no need to apologize" I cut her off, wiping away tears.  I refused to let Kensie see me cry, since she'd get off from triumphantly claiming my husband, even for just a few minutes. "We should be taking a bow for tonight's performance Kensie." I giggled to her to lighten the mood, "You'd think this catfight was for real the way we're selling it".   

"Lace, I have to admit, I can't believe how aroused I am after all this. And did you see Joe's face" Mackensie tried to gently empathize with her defeated friend.  "Apologies if I took that last scene too far, I thought I'd return the favor" she smiled, making us both laugh.  "But now it's getting late" she comforted me with a hug, still with Joe's sticky cum on her bare tits, "I should really go". 

With another devious smile towards Mackensie, I popped my hips out to place my hands on them, "Oh you're not going anywhere honey", I stated playfully, "Who said were we done?" I hinted at a third decisive challenge ahead.  Mackensie playfully mimicked my posture in turn, "I thought you'd never ask Lace....now, let's decide once and for all...who is indeed the better woman".
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[TinaR]

I would never presume to tell an author what to do with their creation.  That said, sometimes two old friends simply need a knock down drag out catfight to get it out of their system and really fulfill everyone's fantasy.  Can't wait to see how this ends.  Or continues.  You have some great side stories to go down afterwards. 

[emmaduncxn]

oh boy it's about to turn serious. their friendship is at stake here.

[dalton]

I would never presume to tell an author what to do with their creation.  That said, sometimes two old friends simply need a knock down drag out catfight to get it out of their system and really fulfill everyone's fantasy.  Can't wait to see how this ends.  Or continues.  You have some great side stories to go down afterwards.

Thank you.  Yes, I wasn't originally planning on sequels, but there are many scores to be settled still

[emmaduncxn]

HYPED FOR MORE

[snw]

HYPED FOR MORE

No doubting this statement. I have a favorite and think she could take out the competition in short order in a real contest with just head to head best woman wins so I can't wait to see where this goes.

[Sofie&David]

This is just great!

[dalton]

Part XV (continued):

"Will Lacey ever forgive me for fucking her best friend's tits?" Joe wondered to himself, still energized from the erotic battle over him.  "I need another drink before I check on the wife" he dreaded the required apology, with his sticky cum yet to dry on my rival's tits. Making his way back to the living room, Joe left consolation duties in Mackensie's capable hands for now, instead opting to refill his tumbler with bourbon.

"This could be a while" he sighed at the thought of us ladies reconciling, while also noticing an electronic device left on the end table.  "Why not?" Joe chuckled to himself, activating the power switch and commencing the download of his birthday gift.  With the sound of running water coming from the master bathroom, Joe couldn't resist a second helping of tonight's festivities. "I'll have to review the film with Lacey at some point", as if he were a football coach breaking down the opponent's weaknesses.

Launching the now downloaded file, Joe viewed an alternative angle of the dream scenario from not long ago. "Maybe I can show Lacey and Mackensie one of my scripts" he thought in hopes of an encore performance, "best that I wait for the right time" resigned to the fact that he'd pressed his luck far enough.  The media player launched with tonight's security footage as Joe queued it up to the exact spot where Mackensie, Rebecca and myself had encircled him.  Poor naive Rebecca unknowingly incited the questions game, prompting the unanswerable question of who looked better in our sexy black cocktail dresses.

Joe sped through the video, moving past the departing guests towards the end of the party.  My husband noted the timestamp where Mackensie crept into the living to blindfold him from behind. Reliving the sexy lapdance from another angle, Joe could still smell the sweet scent of Kensie's intoxicating perfume.  Only this time, my husband witnessed my entrance into the living room, which escaped his distracted attention the first time, and with good reason.  As I stumbled upon the scene of the crime, Joe thought ,"Wow look at Lacey, she's actually trying not to laugh, but I can tell she's upset with me....or is she pissed off at Mackensie?".

In a case of art imitating life, Joe watched his device while I pouted my way from the bathroom.  Leaving a trail of tears towards my husband seated on the sofa, the video simultaneously reached the initial showdown with Mackensie.  As any guilty person would.....Joe slammed the laptop closed and made a futile attempt to hide it behind a pillow. Hoping I wouldn't notice through my teary-eyed cries with hands covering my face, Joe was completely caught off guard. "Lace, are you ok babe?" he asked in earnest.  Without replying, I snuggled up to my husband on the sofa to console me.  While he embraced me with big hulking arms, I professed, "I'm so sorry Joe.  I did my best for you", playing the part of the helpless victim in defeat. 

"Lace, are you kidding me?  I love you and everything you've done for me tonight", he insisted, squeezing me ever tighter.  My wet hair settled on his shoulder as he felt my moist robe against his body.  Removing the towel from my head, I shook out my wild hair, as it rained a tiny mist on my husband.  Pretending I was still a broken woman, I insisted "I promise it will never happen again babe, I feel so humiliated by Mackensie", continuing my performance and hinting at another potential fantasy session, which definitely caught his attention.

Joe tightened his arms around me to console his defeated warrior, taking in the familiar sweet scent of body lotion applied all over my body. "Lacey...you were merely acting with Mackensie, right?" my husband implored, not entirely certain the event was staged, but also dying for the intimate details of our scheme.  Sensing his enthusiasm to know more, I continued to shed tears while explaining I gave a valiant effort but in the end, fell just short.  Thanks to tonight's events, I now understood part of Joe's fetish was the catfight itself, but in addition, he really enjoyed the aftermath of the victor taunting her defeated rival.

"What exactly were you and Mackensie doing for so long in that bathroom babe?  I heard the shower running".  Still fighting off the tears, but sensing an opportunity to tease him, I explained "We were washing away our sins honey, but Mackensie was all sticky with...." I cried unable to finish the sentence.  "We had a long conversation about our friendship, told each other 'I love you' and even laughed about the absurd lengths we'd taken tonight's show for you", I explained, my demeanor slowly starting to normalize. 

Joe assumed the explanation ended there, however I pressed on, "Mackensie went into the shower first...you know because you made a big mess on her Joe" I raised my eyebrows and cracked a small smile for the first time. Getting the desired reaction from my husband, I continued "Then she unexpectedly slid the shower door open to invite me in...you know so us girls could reconcile our differences", Joe sat up straighter on the sofa, intent on hearing more. With the mood taking a turn, my hand found the familiar protruding bulge in my husband's boxer briefs, apparently still eager despite being pushed to the point of exhaustion. 

"Don't be shy Lace, come on in" I relayed Mackensie's words to Joe.  "With her back to me, I watched the water cascade down her curves, her slick wet hair gathering on her shoulders.  Then she gracefully flipped her hair back, sending droplets of water landing on my body." I teased him mercilessly.  With another squeeze of his awakened cock, I said "We switched places so I could feel the warm water on my body.  Then Mackensie sensually soaped up her voluptuous body.  Now that I think of it Joe...her and I really are equally matched", I played on his favorite theme.

"Joe, you know I'm straight, but how can you not appreciate the body of a goddess...oh wait, you already showed your appreciation, directly on her" we both smiled at my sexual innuendo.  "And then..." Joe implored to know more.  "Then Mackensie and I both apologized for taking things too far, although it did make for a better show....didn't it Joe?", I teased knowing the answer. 

What I didn't share with Joe was the final topic of conversation discussed in the warm cascading water. My mind wandered back just a few minutes ago, "It's me who should apologize Kensie....but now", I smiled at my rival, "shall we discuss round three?".  Temptation to mention this to Joe gripped me, but couldn't bring myself to ruin the final surprise.
Quickly changing the topic, I asked "Why are you sitting so stiff Joe?" I interrogated my husband, knowing him all too well.  My husband gestured to the bulge in his pants, "Aren't you holding my stiffness honey?" he tried to hide his intentions.  "No, you're hiding something from me", I announced know full well he wasn't forthcoming, my eyes darting around the room to look for clues.  Catching a shiny gleam behind Joe from the sofa, I pulled the pillow off to find a still warm electronic device. 

"Ohhhh what's this honey?" I playfully feigned shock. "Were you watching something without me?" I continued the tease.  Joe stammered for the words to his alibi, but was caught red-handed when I opened the device to the still image of Mackensie and I in a staredown, both in our sexy cocktail dresses.  Grabbing hold of his cock again, it was considerably harder than before, throbbing at the idea of rewatching his fantasy, only this time with his loving wife's commentary.

"This was a happier time Joe, when I was still undefeated" I smiled at him, hinting at both my triumphant victory over Mackensie and then devastating loss to her.  I softly whispered my warm breath into his ear, asking him if he liked watching us catfight over his cock.  "Did you like when we tugged on each other's hair babe?  It was all for you Joe", the sweet siren song of my words echoed as we watched together.  "Oh no, Mackensie is on top of me" I pouted in distress, mercilessly teasing him.

"Lace, watching this with you is so hot.  Although, we don't have to watch the rematch", he hinted at Mackensie taking what was mine.  I insisted though, "We should watch whatever turns you on babe", stroking my finger gently up and down the bulge in his boxer briefs. Then I pursed my lips with a girlish pout, "If only Mackensie were still here...so we could finally settle this catfight over you", to which Joe gasped for a breath.

Joe's head tilted back with his eyes closed in pure pleasure, the dulcet tone of my soothing voice narrated the sexy confrontation.  Still gripping his hard cock in my hand, I awakened Joe from his hypnotic trance, "Open your eyes honey", I asked sweetly.  To his stunned surprise, proudly standing in front of him was Mackensie, the conquering queen in all her glory, fresh out of the shower.  Her body was wrapped in towels, with ample amounts of smooth tanned skin still visible.  Mackensie shimmied the moist towel through her hair, pulling it off to reveal her wet and wild brunette locks in a similar state to mine. 

"Are you two lovebirds watching something", she grinned devilishly.  "Lace, I was waiting for you to come finish our shower" Mackensie teased, apparently declaring a truce between us. "Did I miss something?", she gestured indignantly to my greedy hands marking what was once my territory.  "Excuse me Lacey, but I believe that belongs to me now" she reminded me in a seductive way.  Still rubbing the genie in his bottle, I turned to my husband, "Do you have a third wish honey?" I batted my eyelashes at him. Before he could respond, I held my finger to his lips to stop him, "No, let me guess Joe", then stood slowly to meet Mackensie once again, "Get comfortable again honey, I'm reclaiming what is rightfully mine", clutching his throbbing bulge one last time.

Joe watched moist towels descending to the floor, gently rolling off the goddesses standing before him.  Only this time, the warriors opted for ritualistic armor of a different sort....no black cocktail dress, no dark red lacey lingerie....only tanned flesh, smooth naked skin still wet from their steamy shower.  This was femininity in its most primal form, poised for confrontation over the prized alpha male. Our curves glistened in the illuminated rays of city lights from the Manhattan skyline, as Mackensie and I stood off once again.  Only this time our staredown remained silent as we sized our rival up for the decisive battle.

Truth be told, the last clash with Mackensie had rattled my once unshakable confidence. My thoughts drifted back to Mackensie straddling my body, unable to break free from her restraints as she cruelly mocked me.  "Am I even capable of matching her strength and ferocity?", I wondered to myself while standing face to face with her in the nude.  Mackensie returned a knowing sly smile, fully aware of my doubts in defeating her woman to woman.  Her posture displayed a sultry arrogance, with her head held high and chest out, brimming with self-assuredness.  My rival could smell the crisis of conscious emanating from my inner monologue.

Attempting to fire up my competitive spirit, I harkened back to Mackensie pleading for mercy in our initial clash.  My hands gripped her hair from behind as her body helplessly flailed beneath mine in defeat.  "Yes, I give. Let go of my hair now Lace" Mackensie had begged in humiliation.  With my body language adopting a more confidence posture, I stepped closer to my rival, our tits now pressed together again.  Mackensie of course looked down at the challenge issued, "Are you sure you want to do that again Lace?" she taunted at a sore spot for me.

Electric tension filled the room with anticipation, gesturing to Joe for his nod of approval to begin.  "Please babe...just one more catfight" begging in a sexy way my husband loved.  Mackensie added "Just one more fight over your cock Joe?", she pleaded as a pouty question. With his signal to commence, a burst of energy coursed through my veins as our nude bodies collided in primal combat. 

Our bodies clashed with force, intertwined in mere seconds, making it clear that the scripted nature of our previous fights was indeed over. The feminine panting and pouting had become feral snarls of anguish, while light tugging of our long locks by the roots was replaced by outright yanking of hair.  Joe's eyes widened in a mixture of arousal and concern that one of us ladies would end up seriously battered, whereas previously only our egos had been bruised.

A faint glow of sweat adhered our bodies together in close quarters, with neither of us equally matched hellcats gaining an initial advantage.  The grappling continued as we tumbled sideways to the floor, our bodies making a large thud against the plush carpet.  Once again in a stalemate, Mackensie and I struggled to mount our rival by flailing our long silky legs.  Amongst the grunting and wailing of cries, the high stakes loomed in my mind during the heat of battle, the victor claiming ownership of my husband's cock once and for all.

Mackensie resorted to her own dirty tactics this time, digging her long nails into the fleshly curve of my feminine curvaceous hips.  I screeched in agony from the stinging sensation, while Kensie used the grip as a handle to turn me over on my stomach.  Lying prone and completely helpless face down on the floor, Mackensie pinned her body on top of mine.  The weight of her heavy tits pressed into my back, her hands clasped my wrists for full control of my body. 

Turning my head to take a breather, Mackensie's warm breath echoed in my ear, "You're not so tough when the catfight is real, are you Lace?", she taunted but not loud enough for Joe to hear. "Don't worry, I'll let you win to keep your husband here", she assured me.  "Just know that I am the better woman.  And I could have your husband if I wanted to", she continued taunting with her evil laugh at my expense.  Joe sat up in concern at this point, wondering if my safety was at stake, but also curious if his wife had any fight left in her.

Again my thoughts drifted to our reconciliation in the shower after my first humiliation at the hands of Mackensie.  "You've had your fun now Mackensie, but remember this is my husband on his birthday" I reminded her as we embraced under the running water.  "Think you can put your ego aside for round three?" I asked raising my eyebrows.  "Anything for you Lace", she swore a familiar line in an unconvincing tone.

With renewed focus on my current trapped predicament, my hair pulled back in Mackensie's clutches as my back arched, all of my insecurities came flooding back. "Was Mackensie indeed more woman than me?  Were her tits actually better than mine? Did she please my husband more than I ever could?  And most importantly, was my best friend superior to me in every way", were among the questions echoing through my mind.

Mackensie turned towards Joe continuing her taunts, "Joe, after I finish off your wife here yet again, I was thinking you could fuck me from behind?" she left the question hanging in the balance to my husband.  Enraged from Kensie's comments, I took advantage of her being distracted, reaching upwards to grasp a handful of her long brunette locks, in a last desperate attempt to turn the tables.  Mackensie shrieked as I yanked her to the floor by her hair alone, with her naked body tugged along. 

Joe's eyes widened at the battling vixens tumbling to the ground, tits and ass jiggling in all their naked glory struggling for an advantage. The panting of feminine cries echoed in the penthouse as we rolled on top of each other multiple times.  Ever astute in the art of staged catfights, Mackensie willingly playing her part as the villain, naturally embracing the role. Ultimately she landed on her back to allow yours truly to settle on top in a dominant position. Imagine the torture inflicted on Mackensie's soul to throw this catfight, having made her dominance clear with the whispered taunts at my expense.  Perhaps she was furthering my humiliation by taking pity on me.

Body to naked body once again, our skin stuck to each other, chests heaving to catch our breath from the heat of battle.  As I pinned Mackensie's arms back overhead, our eyes locked as we stared in silence.  "Thank you" I softly mouthed the words in silence to my best friend lying trapped underneath, out of Joe's view.  In retaliation for Mackensie nearly suffocating me with her giant tits, I returned the favor, burying her face between my ample cleavage.  "Get a closer look Mackensie" I taunted, pulling her tighter into my body.  Her muffled cries rang out but fell on deaf ears. "I told you my tits were better Joe" I announced arrogantly towards my husband.

Not quite done with my revenge, I swung my hips upwards to sit on my Mackensie's chest in a dominant schoolgirl pin.  I'm certain Joe enjoyed the visual of his wife straddling the chest and shoulders of another beautiful woman, since his private collection included many instances of the technique.  Now trapped, Mackensie pouted and pleaded "Get off of me, please Lace", attempting to thrust me off as her strength faded.  "Hear that Joe? She's asking pretty please. How humiliating Mackensie", I added the stinging words.

Mackensie ceased any resistance, resigned to being at my mercy.  I placed my hands on hips and taunted "I'll tell you what Mackensie, I'll let you up....as soon as you admit who the better woman is".  Mackensie's ego refused to answer the question, instead attempting an escape one last time, flailing her arms and legs in vain to break free which only drew out her humiliation.  "I can sit here all night", I gestured towards her nude body beneath mine, to my husband's delight.  "Joe, I can't wait to watch the video of this catfight with you", I continued as Mackensie pouted, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

"Remind me what you suggested Mackensie", I stated in a catty way, "I was thinking you could fuck me from behind....I think was your quote", smiling devilishly at my rival pinned beneath me.  Wagging my finger at Joe, I called him over to our naked bodies on the plush carpet.  In my poutiest voice, I pursed my lips, "Joe...won't you please fuck the better woman from behind?.....Hard enough so Mackensie here can feel it", I played on his every desire.  Grabbing my husband's noticeable bulge through his boxer briefs, I announced "See Mackensie, his cock is mine....all mine", repeating my Joe's favorite motto.

Joe stepped towards the entwined warriors, watching me gather myself on hands and knees in doggystyle hovering over Kensie's defeated body.  My luscious tits gently brushed Mackensie's face, who tried to angle for a better view of Joe freeing his thick cock from its restraints.  My husband caressed the sexy arch of my back, ran his hands down the curves of my hips and then reach a finger to feel for my wet clit.  I let out a gasp from his touch, with my warm breath blowing against strands of Mackensie's brunette hair.  Feeling his commanding presence behind me, his hands firmly gripped my ass as he lined up his cock with my aching wet pussy.  Joe teased me first, pressing his thick cock against my round ass cheeks, causing me to whimper in anticipation.

Interrupting my taunts, "Too bad you'll never feel his cock inside you Kensie....Ohhhhh" I stammered for the words with my eyes closed.  Joe had finally rewarded the winner with the ultimate prize, entering me slowly but leaving me wanting more.   A warmth enveloped my eager body as he pulled his cock out, relishing in the power he held over yours truly.  "Please Joe...please more...it's all mine" I pleaded.  Mackensie's eyes avoided mine, refusing to acknowledge my victory party at her expense.

My defeated rival suddenly felt my weight shift on top of her, as the sound of slapping flesh echoed.  Joe claimed my body yet again, driving his cock deep inside so that a wave tunneled through our three connected bodies.  Kensie watched Joe's strong hands aggressively grip my hips, using them as handles to fuck me with forceful dominance.  The repetitive sound of Joe's cock pounding me deep served as a constant reminder of defeat for Mackensie, now streaming tears as she was rendered a helpless observer. Adding to her humiliation, I synchronized the pounding noise with "Mine.....Mine....Mine", repeatedly celebrating my triumph. 

While Joe's hulking arms engulfed my body with possessive force, my head tilted back in ecstasy. "Look at me Mackensie" I insisted, still with her head turned in disgust at the erotic scene above her. Grabbing her long brunette locks, I forced Mackensie to watch me reclaim my husband.  "I said look at me", struggling for the words against the waves of pleasure.

With a look of anguish on Mackensie's face, a single tear streamed down her cheek. Furthering her humiliation, my hips rhythmically rocked back against Joe, brushing lightly against Kensie's nude body.  Joe's punishing rhythm mingled with the sounds of my embellished moans, "He's going go cum for me Mackensie", I announced.
"Mine...Mine...Mine" I continued in perfect synch with each thrust, the loud puckering sound of him fucking me good and hard. Donning a wicked smirk, I arched my back to invite him in deeper. An intense passion filled the air as our three bodies moved together in an erotic dance, in primal cruelty. Reaching a climax, I leaned forward to whisper in Mackensie's ear, "Always remember, his cock is all mine" while I shivered in orgasmic ecstasy. 

In full conquest of my body, my husband watched his lovely wife quiver on his throbbing cock.  The visual made Joe's breath grow ever shallower, his movements more erratic, his grip tightening on my hair. "Cum for me Joe?" I begged of my husband, my warm breath still in Mackensie's ear.  Licking my lips, I glanced back over my shoulder as Mackensie and I both watched Joe free his cock from my tight wetness.  My husband's cock throbbed in excitement, furiously stroking it to mark his territory for the third time tonight. 
Mackensie and I watched in awe as streams of Joe's load arched in the air, landing in a mixture of his cum and budding sweat glistening on my arched back. With a final guttural grunt, Joe shot the last load far enough to splash my cheek, slowly dribbling down onto Mackensie's helpless face.  "I believe that belongs to me", I taunted my rival, wiping away Joe's cum pooling on her face in the final act of humiliation.   

A stillness reigned in the aftermath, only the sound of heavy breathing prevailed against the sounds of bustling city streets below. Slithering my body off my rival, I unpeeled my sticky sweet skin from Mackensie's, leaving her sprawled out on the plush carpet. Fighting back the tears, Mackensie pushed herself up by the elbows, her eyes never leaving mine.  She played the part of exhausted warrior, with mascara running down her face, hair disheveled in wild strands, and mind disillusioned in defeat.  Mackensie whimpered while grabbing a towel to cover her glorious nude body, retreating towards the bathroom while pouting in humiliation at the hands of her best friend.

Embracing my husband after victory, he kissed me deeply, his brown eyes still full of lust.  "Happy birthday baby", I said seductively for the final time.  "I should go check on her though", snapping out of the catfight persona to tend to my grieving best friend.  Making my way towards the bathroom, I turned back to see Joe lounging on the couch yet again, his head tilted back in exhausted fulfillment.

Hesitant to startle Mackensie, I gingerly walked into the bathroom to console my friend.  Catching my reflection in the bathroom mirror, Kensie freshened up by combing her wild hair and washing her face to look somewhat presentable after defeat. "Bravo Lacey", she said before I could utter a word of apologetic comfort.  Mackensie smiled at me, but I couldn't decipher if it was authentically warm or catty sarcasm. 

"Kensie...you're upset, I know", trying to feel her out.  "Upset?  Not at all Lace. I am pent up after that hot fucking scene!", Mackensie laughed maniacally, trying to steer attention to the erotic sex rather than her humiliation. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, our bodies rocking back and forth in comfort.  "Thank you again Kensie...you really are quite the performer", we shared a gentle laugh. 

"Can I consider my debt paid then?", Mackensie smirked at me.  "Paid?  I think overpaid Kensie, I owe you again", hinting at the imbalanced favors between us.  "Actually....", Mackensie smiled devilishly, "I might take you up on that sooner rather than later", perhaps already plotting her revenge. "I look forward to defending my title", I announced confidently with my chin held high. 

"Oh please Lacey, we both know I let you win", Mackensie protested playfully. The truth is I wasn't confident in victory over my rival in a real physical confrontation, not without disciplined training and preparation.  I'm sure Mackensie would cash in the new favor I owed her at some point in the near future....and I would be ready and waiting.

Decked out in her fashionable black cocktail dress yet again, somehow Mackensie seemed completely unphased by tonight's events.  Exuding her sexy confidence in a way only she could, Mackensie finished reapplying her makeup and made sure not a single strand of brunette hair was out of place. After freshening up myself, and curious about Mackensie's plans, I asked "Where exactly are you going at this hour?" with my eyebrows raised.  Just at that exact moment, Kensie's phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, "Kensie?" I asked in condescending way, wary of what trouble still might find her.

"Oh...just a little rendezvous", she looked back at me innocently, "What....can't a girl have a little fun?" she smiled, repeating her infamous motto.  Grabbing her phone, I noticed incoming messages from none other than her new love interest, "Sir Conrad the Fourth is summoning you Kensie", I announced sarcastically in a British accent, shaking my head as we both chuckled. "Couldn't wait until tomorrow night, could you Kensie?", I teased.  "Well Lace, I'm the only one who hasn't cum tonight", she amusingly defended herself. "Homewrecker" I thought internally once again.

Swaying her hips into the living room with her signature sultry arrogance, Mackensie made her way towards Joe. My husband commenced his prepared apology, but Mackensie quickly cut him off.  "Happy birthday you big stud", Mackensie announced, with a loud spank on Joe's ass, making sure I saw the exchange.  Confused at the miraculous turnaround, Joe darted his eyes over to me as if to ask "Is this the same Mackensie who just lost an epic catfight to my wife"? 

Feeling emboldened, Joe tried his luck once more, "Um, if I may....can I suggest...." he stammered for the words. "Oh shut the fuck up Joe!" Mackensie and I blurted in unison for the final time. I exchanged heartfelt goodbyes with Mackensie who opened the front door, but before making her exit, she announced "Oh and Joe...thanks again for a titty fucking I'll never forget", she teased me playfully as I went to chase her out of our penthouse.

The front door slammed shut and I finally found some privacy with the birthday boy, throwing my arms around his broad shoulders. After kissing me deeply, Joe confessed, "Lace, there's a sexy secret I've been meaning to share with you".  My eyebrows raised in surprise, "Let me guess babe...the treasure trove of pics and videos on your laptop?" I suggested to him. 

A look of confusion crossed his face, "Actually no Lace, that's not the secret I mentioned...but wait, you know about my collection honey?", I could see my husband start to sweat.  "How do you think we came up with this little birthday surprise babe?" I said in a breathy voice. Unsure of whether to be upset or thrilled, Joe replied "Well then I'm glad you violated my privacy.  Maybe we can watch the security footage together soon" he hinted at reliving the fantasy yet again with yours truly.

"Sure my big stud....as long as you share that secret now....no more secret fantasies between us, ok babe?", I suggested.  "And always remember Joe, you're mine....all mine"

"So......tell me".

END
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Epilogue:

The front door slammed behind Mackensie as her cell phone buzzed in her hand yet again.  Excitement gripped her body at the coming impromptu rendezvous, finally claiming pleasure for herself, when she had provided so much for others tonight.  Kensie scanned her phone in heated anticipation, "Conrad is typing...." just beneath her last sent message, "Wanna fuck?", Mackensie chuckled at her unapologetically blunt offer.  Her phone buzzed again as the latest message arrived with a pinged location near Union Square.  With his address finally in hand, Kensie impatiently waited for the elevator doors to open, admiring herself in the mirror.

A chime rang out as the elevator door receded, revealing long shapely legs and a familiar dark red dress.  "Ohhhh Mackensie", the familiar voice of her new friend Rebecca called to her.  "Did you stay for the afterparty until this late hour?", Rebecca asked with naive innocence.  "Why yes.....actually Lacey and I were fighting over her husband", Mackensie smiled deviously at the blonde.  Rebecca immediately laughed off the absurd notion, "Oh Mackensie, you are too funny.  Lacey is so lucky to have you".

"Have fun tonight, whatever trouble you may find", Rebecca winked at Mackensie.

If she only knew...................

[dalton]