The Teachers’s Lounge 3

[Mike_Lynn]

This story is a multi-round husband vs husband battle, that followed a vicious wife vs wife catfight. I will also place it in the men vs men section if that's the administrators decide.

The Teachers' Lounge 3
Please read the first two chapters before enjoying this one.
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=117119.0  and https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=117259.msg760182#msg760182

Dave and I worked in the downtown area about two blocks from one another. Through our wives, who were both teachers at the same school, we'd known each other more than 30 years. But up until last night, we only saw each other at school sponsored events, and rarely exchanged more than the compulsory greeting suitable for the occasion. You see, my wife Lynn and his Beth absolutely hated each other.

Last night's arranged confrontation changed my view on nearly everything I thought I knew about my wife before we met. I wondered if Dave was as astounded as I was, and really wondered whether Beth revealed to him what my wife had told me when we got home. So for the very first time since I had met Dave, I called him on FaceTime. I thought he deserved to see that both my concern and curiosity about last night were genuine feelings.

He picked up on the first ring, " I figured you would be calling to gloat" he said a bit angrily.

"How is she" I asked. I always had a secret crush on his sexy lady, and he felt the same way about my wife. That's something else we all uncovered the night before.

"Been better for sure. Lynn?" he queried.

"Hurting, but thrilled" I said evenly. "Lynn explained at home that this was a long time coming", I probed.  He looked down and  sighed. I wondered if he was trying to come to grips with Beth's history with Lynn, as well as with other women when she was with Lucky all those years ago.

"Yeah. That's what I heard. A long time coming. Since before we met" he cautiously replied while locking eyes with mine. There was a slight tinge of anger in his voice. And for some reason this made my cock begin to rise as I sat behind my desk.

"I gotta be honest, bro. That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever witnessed and participated in, in my entire life. And I think I could honestly say that even if Beth had beaten my Lynn". My cock was at full staff as I recalled the previous night's events. "I'm glad she's ok."

"Same here, Mike. But it's not over. Not by a longshot. Next time it's me and you. Cock to cock. We'll pickup where our gals left off. You game?" he asked.

Now that was something I totally did not expect to hear, and I guess my face showed it. But before I could answer he placed his phone on his desk, stood, slowly unzipped his trousers and displayed his impressive thick and hardening sex. He kept his eyes on me while I watched him stroke a couple of times before he literally SLAMMED his cock hard on his desk and demanded, "What's it gonna be motherfucker!"

By now I was at full staff, I leaped from my chair and yanked my thick meat out. "Tonight! Same place! Bring your bitch!" I yelled and smacked my rod on my desk to emphasize the word "bitch". I turned off the connection, my body trembling with a hefty dose of adrenaline. I couldn't calm myself down, and i knew I had to share this with my wife.

Lynn's eyes widened on the phone cam as I told her what had just occurred between me and Dave. She stared at me, our kitchen in her background and then asked, "Are you still hard? Show me." We had occasionally sexted over the years, but had not yet shared much on FaceTime. This first would be unforgettable! I focused the camera so that she could see me stroking my cock, with my face in the background.

"Oh my God, Mike. I want you to fight him. I want you to fuck me. I want you to show that bitch that you are a better man and we are the better couple". Lynn extended her arm so that I could see her caressing her own tits while we spoke. "Look what she did to my boobs, baby. I want you to kiss them and make them better", she cooed. I puckered my lips and kissed the bruised and scratched breasts she offered in camera view.

 Lynn licked her lips, and then she readjusted the picture so that I could see her face and her hand sliding beneath the waistband of her tight yoga shorts. Then  she pulled them to one side, "Kiss my kitty. Beth's claws hurt her" Lynn coord again. Her sex bore fresh but small wounds from Beth's sharp nails. Her light tuft was visibly uneven; a small bare spot on her trimmed bush attested to Beth's ferocity during the catfight the night before.

We began teasing each other, recalling how we celebrated her hard-won victory as soon as we got home the night before. We re-lived the climax of that brutal battle with a hard and fast fuck, exactly as it occurred during the most vicious point of her hate-filled war with her smokin hot mature rival. Staring at each other on FaceTime and moving the camera from face to body, she could see that I was I stroking, and I could see she was dipping into her honeypot.

For the next few minutes, my wife of nearly 30 years, and I shared another sexual first...FaceTime masturbating together. "Don't cum! Save your strength! I want you fighting fit, my stud!" she commanded. I immediately stopped pumping...I knew she was right. But she kept right on...her orgasm building as she spoke. "Mike I want to see you and Dave fight hard. Fight like men! Bare chested, cocks and balls out. Oh gawd I want to see you pound him Mike!" she moaned as her sex convulsed then gushed out her juice on her phone cam. "Oh my God! I can't wait for tonight" she screamed as another orgasm washed over my hot mature partner.

I can't recall anything that happened the rest of the day after FaceTiming with my wife. My mind was in a fog as I raced home after work. When I walked through the door, Lynn met me wearing a slightly different outfit than she had worn the night before. She was wearing a sheer sleeveless leopard print blouse and a black skirt, over stockings. "How do you like my new shoes? And I have a matching g-string and garters" she said while showing her leopard print heels and lifting her skirt to her hip.

"Now swallow this, then get out of those clothes and put these on" she ordered while handing me a glass of water and a little blue pill before throwing me the garments she wanted me to wear.

I stripped off and exchanged my work clothes for a leopard print thong, black jeans a leopard print polo and matching shoes. "I called that loser, Beth. She got her and David the exact same things only in tiger print" Lynn said excitedly.

"I can't wait to see my Big Cat maul her tiger king" then she squeezed my sex after I pulled up my pants. She panted and caterwauled like a cat in heat, before rushing us out the door to our SUV. She got behind the wheel and started the engine before I reached my side of the vehicle. "I just texted Beth, and she said they're already there. Come on, get in. Oh my God I hope we don't crash" she trilled. After putting our 4Runner in reverse she slid her hand between her thighs, exhaled audibly, then extended her fingers toward my nose. I hungrily sucked her fragrant moist digits before she pulled out into the street and sped toward the school.

Her essence filled me, assuring me that she was as ready as I was...ready to fuck or fight. In a word, we were ruttish. And now, for the second time in 24 hours, we were headed to take part in the natural order of hierarchical mate selection, where the alphas defend their status and meet every challenge head-on. My wife Lynn had established her Alpha position over Beth the night before. That gave me strength and confidence that I would prevail against Beth's stud. We pulled into parking lot, noticing Dave's car already parked near the gym entrance.

We held hands as we strode through the darkened school hallways. As we made the final corner and turned toward the teachers' lounge, we stopped. The door was opened, and inside waiting for us was my rival and his wife. Seeing them waiting for us on the battlefield was not intimidating, but it was exhilarating. No one would have guessed, that the beautiful mature woman standing next to her handsome mature husband had willingly and wantonly participated in an arranged savage catfight with my equally beautiful wife in this exact place yesterday evening.

Lynn squeezed my hand when their eyes found ours. The teachers lounge was one of the very few spaces within the school that had no windows. That was one of the features that the teachers most enjoyed. It was their cloister. A haven of sanity within the otherwise chaotic realm of teenaged mania. My mind spun as I thought of the wildness of my wife's fight the previous night. She and Beth tore into each other with the same ferocity as any two teenage girls might do in these very hallways...only the wives planned and fought with greater imagination and less inhibitions.

We entered the lounge and closed the door behind us. I wasn't sure how this was going to go down, but I knew I needed to make some adjustments before the fists started flying. I was about ready to kick off the slippery soled shoes when my wife said to Beth, "did you tell him?"

"Not yet, I was waiting till we were all together", Beth snapped. Dave and I looked at each other, then looked at our wives. Beth continued, "Lynn and I have had lots of discussions about this over the years. We've actually talked about you guys fighting more than we talked about her and I fighting. We've created this fantasy over the decades of working in this school...and part of it was fulfilled last night. We didn't think you guys would fight this soon after our scrap, but when we got your phone calls this morning, we knew it was now or perhaps never. So that's why we went out and got you the outfits that you're wearing right now. You are our big cats, my tiger versus Lynn's leopard."

Beth spoke on as Lynn guided me a few feet away from our foes. "This stud scrap will consist of three rounds...if you both make it that far. Lynn and I will decide who wins each round. We will give you directions that you will follow, and issue rules that will not be broken. Just do what we tell you" Beth calmly directed.

My wife led me to the deepest corner of the lounge; where I stood in front of a soft cushioned chair in which she sat. About 5 feet away facing the chair that Lynn now sat in, was a twin chair that Beth eased into. Dave and I were about 3 feet apart. We took in each other's frame, my 5'9" 185 pounds to his 5'10" 195 pounds. Both of us relatively fit in our own way, and more fit than most  mid-50s husbands. We continued to stare at each other, and I could feel sweat rising on my skin.

From behind me, I heard my wife's voice, "OK guys, the first round is shirt trophy. Simple rules. No strikes at all. That includes kicking, slapping and the use of elbows or headbutting. The winner is the first who rips off the shirt of the other. If you break the rules, you lose the round. Ready?"

Dave and I extended our hands prepared to attack and defend. "Go!" yelled Beth, "Take his shirt, David!". We slammed into each other, doing our best to rip the shirt off the other. He went for my collar and got the inside hold, I struggled to get past his wrists trying to go inside as well. "Come on Mike! Get his stripes!" Lynn cheered. We spun slowly around the room, slipping awkwardly in the slick gaudy shoes. Over Dave's shoulders I glanced at our wives, sitting in the chairs opposite each other. Both smoldering curvy ladies, watching us grapple. Their eyes wide, and their voices excited. I could smell their perfumes wafting in the air. I had just about given up my efforts to grab Dave's collar when I felt my shirt being torn. "Got you now, dipstick" Dave sneered.

"Fight back, honey!" I heard Lynn wail.

"Get his shirt for me, baby!" Beth cheered.

My shirt ripped a little more and I began to panic. Dave recognized the opportunity, and rather than pull, he pushed me across the room until my back was against the wall. The shirt was about 3/4 torn down the front. Dave tried holding me against the wall by extending a palm into my chest. His other hand gripped and yanked near the bottom of my shredded shirt, the tapered trim saving me for a moment.

"Do not let him get that shirt!" my wife commanded.

"You got this, David!" Beth screamed. Both wives were on their feet now, getting so close to Dave and I that I could see the scratches both had gained from their catfight 24 hours ago in this very room. Dave's and my sweaty body gleaned under the lights of the teachers lounge. Our grunts and groans filled the room as we sought an advantage in the wild stud scrap. I could feel my hard cock pulse beneath my black jeans. A quick glance down at Dave's crotch told me he was just as aroused as I was.

In a last ditch effort, I twisted my body and as I did so, I reached behind Dave with both hands and yanked his shirt up over his head as in a hockey fight. I continued to pull as I slipped and slid across the floor. Dave never let go of my shirt, but he was off balance, as was I. The crazy shoes our wives made us wear offered zero support. I could feel myself falling backwards, my feet going out from under me. As I began to fall, David felt the same sensation and let go of my shirt as he tried to brace himself before hitting the floor on top of me.

When he extended his hands, it increased the momentum of my backwards fall, but also permitted me to strip off his shirt. His bare chest landed on mine, but my shirt still hung, barely on my frame. My shoulders then my head struck the carpeted floor. His pelvis slammed into mine. I could feel the heat from his bulging sex jammed on top of mine. Still on my back, I looked up to see Lynn and Beth standing above us. And it was a great view! The spotted and the striped thongs that our wives were wearing were directly above my head. And from my perspective, both were damp. 

"You were magnificent!" My wife said excitedly as she looked down at me. "You ok?" she asked. "I'm ok" I responded. As Dave slowly rolled off of me he subtly thrusted his aroused cock into mine.

"Don't worry, David. You'll get him next round. He was lucky this time. You had him", Beth said as she helped Dave off of me and guided him to her chair. Lynn helped me up, my cock throbbed wildly in my trousers. "This is for you", I said to my wife, as I gave her David's shirt. I knew there were going to be more rounds, and I just hoped that I didn't orgasm before it was all over.

Round 2 coming soon

[Monaco73]

What a amazing story! Can't wait to read the second Part...

[Mike_Lynn]

Round 2 Thong Trophy

Our wives let Dave and I take a seat in the comfy chairs that they had occupied during the first round. He and I stared at each other across the short distance that separated us. Our eyes locked, but only for a second as we both realized that our beautiful mature wives had begun to remove their outer garments. In a matter of seconds, they were both standing in front of us, facing each other. Dave and I had perfect views of their apple -shaped, though slightly wounded, butt cheeks. Their long sleek legs encased in sheer black hose, clasped with the tiger and leopard print garters. The same print was on their high heels, and matching bras. Lynn was my leopardess; Beth was Dave's tigress.

" OK now you two" Lynn said to me and Dave, as she turned toward me and gestured with a 'get up' motion. Slowly and near simultaneously, he and I kicked off the slippery cheap cat print shoes that our wives had purchased for us. Then we slid out of our black jeans, leaving us in our tiger and leopard print thongs. I had to admit that I was impressed with the bulge Dave was sporting in his tiger stripes. But I felt confident that he felt the same way about my spotted package. By the look in Beth's eyes, she was definitely excited by my throbbing spotted clad sex.

This time Lynn stood between us with an arm extended. And then directed us, "OK this is the thong trophy round. There will be no punching or kicking. But you will be allowed to slap and grab. The winner will be the one who takes the thong from his opponent. I could see the nipples in my spotted bra pushing into the fabric. Her extended arm that separated Dave and I suddenly slashed downward when she said "FIGHT!"

There was no posturing. There was no bending of the knees and extending the arms like you might see in a wrestling match. We simply grabbed each other in a bearhug. As we locked our bodies together, we tried to keep one hand free so we might latch onto each other's thong. Fingers reached for thongs, while our torsos twisted and turned. Our grunts and groans during this rough tussle were primal. Our wives cheered us on, "Come on David rip that leopard!"

"Take him down, Mike! Strip him of those stripes!"

We each had a lower back clasp locked around the other. I could feel his strength as he pulled me closer and tighter. My right hand gripped my left wrist so that the fingers on my left hand could find the back of his thong. He of course, was doing the same move on me. I managed to hook my fingers around the striped thong and tried to lift the material. Dave had the same hold on me. We jerked each other roughly, trying to muscle the other to submission. Our aroused cocks jabbed and jousted, tiger and leopard bulges banging and bruising each other. We were too tightly bound to do any serious damage with our masculine thrusts. We tried to apply wedgies, but all we did was put more pressure on each other's cocks and juicy ball sacks. Sweat began to cover our muscular frames. I could see Beth's nose flare as our scents penetrated her nostrils. Dave spun me and I saw my wife's face. She was licking her lips and touching her leopard print thong between her legs. I spun him quickly in the other direction. I could feel the heat of his sex, pressing into my own.

Holding each other in this vice like position, we had a good view of each other's wives. Beth had one leg bent and resting over the arm of the chair in which she sat. One hand had slipped beneath her striped bra to caress her firm bosom. Her other hand had pushed aside the tiny striped thong, and she teased her rising clit. Her bare pussy displayed the bruises and scratches that my wife had cruelly left on her from the catfight the night before. The look on her face told me she was nearing the crest, watching Dave and I fight like animals.

Dave's crushing hold on me, was beginning to wear me down. I had a hard time breathing, and no matter how much I tightened my hold on him, he didn't seem to be breathing as hard. In the meantime, I could feel my cock slowly lose its size. I remember how Dave's cock went a little limp  when he saw me throw his tiger shirt to Lynn at the end of the first round.

I was concentrating on trying to breathe, and suddenly I felt Dave's leg behind mine. He slightly lifted me and twisted his body, throwing me to the ground with him on top. The air whooshed out of my lungs, as his full weight landed on top of me. Momentarily stunned gave him all the time he needed. He quickly released his hold and swung his body into a reverse position. His strong thighs locked my arms to my sides, his hefty butt rested on my heaving chest.

"YES! You got him my stud!" Beth screamed wildly.

" Get him off you, Mike! Do something!" my wife pleaded.

"Quit squirming you fucker! It's gonna be over in a second!" Dave sneered. I twisted and turned as best I could, but his weight on my chest was too much. His hands were pressing down on my knees while he contemplated what he had to do. By now, both women had risen from their chairs and moved forward so that they could look at Dave's face. I could see their faces over his shoulder as he held me down. Beth's face was contorted as her orgasm approached. She was feverishly fingering herself while I tried to unseat her stud. Lynn's face looked down at me with pity.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Dave released my legs, and then slapped my shrinking sex, first with a left hand, then with the right. I screamed as my body became rigid. He quickly whisked my leopard thong from me as I curled into a fetal position.

"Round two to my guy!"Beth squealed.

Round 3 the final round coming soon.

[Mike_Lynn]