Valentines Ball - the story begins

[hghunt999]

I will be posting a few chapters of my story "Valentines Ball". I wrote it over 15 years ago and Mike on chickfight.com (now defunct) posted it in his story section. Now that that is gone I figure I'd put it here (as I've done for 5 other stories.  Here is Chapter 1:

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 1
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 1 -Finally the Kids Are Gone!
My name is Ron Grudin, age 53, and I am fortunate to have been married to a lovely woman, Gwen for the past 27 years. We have a family that we raised and we are proud of all our children. They all went to college and the oldest are now embarked on their careers. The youngest is still in college, a freshman. We now have a big empty house with little excitement.
Gwen and I are both career people. She took time off while the kids were little but then went back to work and she still works in the medical field. I am a teacher at a local university. I love Gwen immensely and she loves me dearly. Our sex life, like many middle-aged people has been satisfactory but often uninspiring. The absence of kids around the house now means we both could be a little freer to express ourselves sexually than we have been since the early days of our marriage. But that hasn't translated yet into a more wide ranging sex life. I have always wished for more sexual excitement in our love life than my wife. It seems that she is content to live within our comfortable cocoon while I ache for some activities that 'push the envelope' of our sexuality in some way. I have an active fantasy life and Gwen is a big part of it. Yes, I can't lie. I do have fantasies about other women too. But usually my fantasies come back to my favorite woman, Gwen.
During our thirties and forties it seemed that both of us put on more pounds than we should have. My wife couldn't seem to drop the weight after the kids were born. I don't have any excuses except to say that, like most of us, I ate too much and exercised too little. Well, two years ago both Gwen and I made the commitment to lose weight. With each other's support we were able to shed numerous pounds. I lost 25 lbs to get down to 165, which was my college weight. Gwen lost quite a bit also and slimmed down to a size 10 (8 in some styles), which she hadn't seen in years. I am very proud of my wife's new look. She has always been a very pretty lady, even though she never worried about makeup and mascara and all that stuff. She just never felt the need to spend all that time and effort, what with a house to run and a job to do. She is now 50 years old, but could probably pass for a woman 10 years younger. Her hair is short, straight, thick, and brown, with a soft cut that emphasizes her high cheekbones and sexy eyes. Her brown eyes can melt me with just a look. I have been complimentary to her regarding how sexy she is, especially since her weight loss resulted in the svelte figure she now possesses, and she has returned the favor to me, now that my pot-belly is gone. My hair has begun to gray a little. I never really thought of myself as handsome particularly, but many people that I knew growing up have remarked at how 'distinguished' I now look. I take the compliments with a grain of salt, but it does make me feel good inside.
Shortly past New Years, after the kids had gone back to homes and school, Gwen and I sat around the fire one evening listening to music on the audio system. It was a close and affectionate moment. I remarked how much I would like to see Gwen all dressed up. You know in a fancy evening gown, with her hair all done, makeup and the whole ball of wax. I told her how sexy she was and that it would be an incredible turn-on to go out with her all dolled up like that. At first she was cool to the idea, but as the evening wore on and I kept up my comments she began to think that maybe it would be fun too. We hadn't done anything like that throughout our marriage. She asked what could we do that would require such dress. Since we don't run in 'society' circles, black tie dinners aren't part of our life.
Well, guess what. I had a suggestion. I had heard on the radio one morning during my commute to work about a hotel about two hours from our home that was advertising romantic getaways. Since Valentine's Day was only a few weeks away I suggested that we book a room for the weekend and make reservations for their "Ball." My ears had perked right up the first time I heard the commercial, but when I heard it a second and third time I actually began to get serious about proposing the idea to my wife. The hotel was nestled cozily along a lake, frozen this time of year, in a quaint village known for its 'get away from it all' atmosphere. The hotel was going to have a lover's ball on Valentine's Day, which was a Saturday night. Live music, plenty of food, champagne, and the promise of a romantic mood were enough to get me excited even before I proposed the idea to my wife.
"Yes. Let's do it." Those were the words I had ached to hear. When Gwen consented to a hot sexy weekend with me, celebrating our 28th Valentine's Day together I could hardly contain my excitement. It seemed just the thing to add 'spark' back into our love life. Little did I know that that spark would turn out to be an inferno.

Continues in Chapter 2

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 2
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 2 - We Prepare for the Day
I called and made reservations the very next day. I inquired of the hotel about the room, the dining in the area, and a few other details. Our room would have two king sized beds, a heart-shaped Jacuzzi tub, plush furniture, wet bar, and other niceties. When they mentioned that for an extra $125 per night I could have a two-room suite containing an audio system and living room furniture and a gas fireplace I didn't hesitate to give her my credit card number. I knew it would turn out to be an expensive weekend, but I expected the dividends in our love life to be well worth it. It sounded great to me and to Gwen. She just smiled when I told her about the room.
Gwen spent the next two weekends shopping. When I asked about her gown, she told me that I would have to be surprised. She didn't want me to see the dress until the last minute. She was actually getting motivated to excite me a little bit. After all, the tease is half the fun, right? I really was anxious to see the dress, but even after she came home with it in a box one day she wouldn't show it to me. When I inquired about what she planned to do with her hair and makeup, I was met with just as much secrecy. She just said that she had some friends who pointed her in the 'right direction.'
I knew I was just about as excited and anxious about the getaway as anything since our wedding, but I wasn't sure about Gwen. She was going along with the idea just fine, but it wasn't until another evening, just two weeks before Valentine's Day, when she approached me with a question and I caught on that she was getting pretty excited about this venture too. It made my heart leap when she asked "Honey, are you sure two nights up north will be enough? I was thinking if we really want to make the most of this opportunity for romance, don't you think we should spend more time at the hotel, away from it all back home? Why don't we call and add another onto the end of our stay. I'm sure they won't be booked up for Monday evening."
I practically creamed my pants right then and there. The sexy tone in her voice as she spoke gave away the erotic intensity hidden beneath her usual cool demeanor. "Yes!" I shouted to myself inside as I spoke outwardly in more muted tones. "Yes, I think that would be wonderful. Can you get off work for Monday and Tuesday? School will be on winter break that week and so it will be easy for me. I think it would be fun to just explore each other for three or four days!" I was letting the excitement creep into my voice. I didn't want to scare her with the hot-blooded and horny thoughts I was conjuring up. As motivated as I now knew she was I still wasn't imagining that she had any idea how much pent-up sexual energy I had, and how many kinky ways I had dreamed of releasing it with her. Lest I scare her out of her commitment, I just kept quiet after that episode.
The call was made and her work situation taken care of. I found myself jittery with nervous anticipation as the day drew near. Even though I had had sex with my wife hundreds of times, maybe thousands, I couldn't help but feel the newness of our 'date' scaring me to death. I desperately wanted this to end up with continuous hot juicy sex, compliments of my lovely wife. Her delightful body had me drooling at the thoughts of such wanton couplings. I knew in reality my body would never keep up with the dreamy fantasies inside my head, but that was ok. Even 10% of what I was dreaming would be wonderful. Even in the middle of lectures in class I sometimes found myself dreaming of my sexy wife, wishing I could bury my head between her lovely large tits. I could hear her begging me for one kinky thing after another. It was all in my head, and it was lovely. It was difficult to keep on-topic with my lectures, but somehow I managed to not embarrass myself in front of all those 20 year-olds.
Friday came not a moment too soon. We planned to drive up on Saturday midday, check in, get ready in our room slowly and head to the ball right as soon as it started. We wanted to dance, drink a little, and focus on having a really good time. She had arranged for a special morning appointment with a hair stylist and makeup professional across town. I already had a number of good suits to wear, so my preparation wasn't as intense as hers. I just did a few odd jobs around the house to keep me occupied while she was out.
As much as I knew I had a beautiful wife, I was not prepared for what met my eyes when Gwen arrived home at about 1:00. Talk about a transformation! It was as if another 10 years had been sliced off her appearance! Besides gorgeous nails, she had a completely new hairdo. Instead of lying flat and smooth it had been cut shorter, colored a darker shade of reddish brown that was more auburn or almost dark red, and given a perfect look of wildness. It must have been held in place with magic, it shot up and out at all angles, and looking like it had just survived a 50-mile trip in a convertible. It was the kind of hairdo you commonly see on girls in their twenties and teens: wild and ragged looking but immensely sexy. Halle Berry occasionally wore her hair like that. Not that my wife was a challenger for Ms. Berry, but it certainly made her look younger and sexier than ever before. Her eyes now glowed with an enchantment that rivaled most cover girls. True, my wife was still 50 years old, but she was SPECTACULAR. My jaw must have dropped clear to the floor, because my wife finally said, "Aren't you going to say something?"
"Uhhhh. My God! You're so delicious, just incredible. I always knew you were beautiful, but this is amazing. I'll feel like an old mop next to you."
"Nonsense Ron, you are as handsome a man as any. I think we'll make a splendid couple. I just hope you like the way I look." She had already heard me compliment her, but she still harbored a bit of insecurity. She just wanted me to say it again. I didn't have any problem with that. Hell, I couldn't stop telling her how beautiful she was the whole rest of the afternoon. We ate a quick lunch at home and then hopped into the car with our luggage and my laptop for the drive. It was a sunny February Saturday and the drive went smoothly. We found the small town with the hotel, drove around the town for just a few minutes, and then checked in.
The hotel was exactly as we had hoped. It was luxurious without being 'stuffy.' It was warm and cozy and the staff was very pleasant. The view out the windows was really nice, overlooking a wonderful New England winter scene. The lake, the hills, and the town reminded one of a Norman Rockwell painting. My thoughts weren't much into Rockwell, but it certainly seemed to put one's mind at ease when looking out our third floor window.
We each took a short nap before I got up and showered. I dressed while she went into the bathroom for the finishing touches. She wanted to surprise me with her dress, so I turned my back and looked out the window until she told me I could look. Finally she said, "OK. You can look now." I turned around to a vision of loveliness that I instantly felt undeserving of. Her pink dress hung and clung to her body like a satin glove. The shiny satin material looked very soft and sexy. My wife has wide shoulders so the straps were on the wide side to minimize the width. It plunged sexily between her large 44D breasts. From the look it appeared that she was wearing no bra. I couldn't quite imagine that, since her breasts didn't have the upright stature of their younger days. They would have sagged a bit more than what was apparent in the gown if there hadn't been a bra. Something must have been providing support. It turned out that she had a minimal half-bra that was well concealed. It did a marvelous job of promoting her natural anterior assets. As the dress descended down, it clung to her tummy, revealing only a tiny bulge; it clung syrup-like to her skin. It followed the curve of her hips and fell shimmering to her ankles. A single long slit ventured up the left side, so that at least two thirds of her left thigh would be exposed in certain postures. Glittery gold sparkles made the dress radiant. Those sparkles were mirrored in her high heels. The same color as her dress and with the same sparkly brilliance, they made her feet look sexier than I ever imagined. Now it was clear why her nails had been done the way I had seen them earlier. They carried the pinkish tone of her dress and heels, and were adorned with golden roses on every nail, all 20 of them. Her mascara was mostly pink but with just a touch of gold, to accentuate her elegance. I could see that she was wearing some sort of sheer hosiery, but whether it was pantyhose or not, I couldn't tell. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what she might (or might not) be wearing underneath her gown.
I was so awestruck I had to sit down. "What's the matter honey?" she said.
"My God, Gwen: You are the most stunning woman. You look incredible. Can I just eat you now? Forget the ball!" It was mostly a joke, but my lust and pride at the way my wife looked made me say it.
"Oh Ron, you know there will be plenty of time for that later. I really want to have a ball at the ball. Can we get going?"
I was like putty in her hands now. I would have done anything she asked. Of course it had been my plan all along to do this. I just was so spellbound by my wife's beauty I was barely able to control my speech. I was glad I wouldn't have to lecture for several days. I was sure I wouldn't be able to put two words together properly the way I was so wickedly tortured by my wife's beauty.
We headed out the door of our room and made our way towards the ballroom downstairs. As the elevator door closed behind us I couldn't let my excited curiosity go unexamined. "Hey sweetie, I almost forgot to ask. What are you wearing underneath your dress?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? Hah! You don't think after all the trouble I went through to get all dolled up like this that I'm going to spoil the surprise by telling you, do you?"
"Please!" I actually begged.
"Not a chance. You've always told me that you wished there was a little more 'tease' in our relationship. Well, tonight you'll get a lot of tease."
"Oh, all right. But you know I probably won't be able to concentrate on anything besides what you look like under that sexy dress."
Gwen slowly turned to me, leaned close, blew a soft breath of air on my neck and whispered in my ear. "Remember how you always told me that you wished I would take a more aggressive role in our sexual play? Well, whatever happens tonight, just go with the flow. Maybe you'll finally get your wish." She let her perfumed head rest on my shoulder for just a second before pulling slowly away. "Maybe!" she added again for emphasis, just as the elevator doors opened. Considering how little teasing Gwen usually did in our daily lives, it certainly wasn't because she didn't know how. Her little show had the exact anticipated effect. I was turned into 165 pounds of horniness. I don't think I had ever been any hornier in the past 15 years! Thank you Gwen!
Neither of us had planned any agenda for the actual ball, other than to try to have the best time together that we could. I presented our tickets and we went inside.

Continued in Chapter 3

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 3
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 3 - Elegance and Beauty
The party was just underway and we joined about 40 other couples already there. Another 60 or 70 couples eventually filled the ballroom over the next hour and half. Most were dressed similarly to us, with the gentlemen dressed in suits and elegant dresses or gowns on the women. A handful of couples were dressed a bit more casually, but none to the point of distraction for those dressed to the 'nines.' There seemed to be a broad mix of ages, with a handful of couples that barely looked to be out of college, and another handful of elder folks beyond 75 years old. The majority seemed to be handsome couples between 35 and 55. I guess that shouldn't be surprising considering the kind of hotel it was and the advertised theme of the party. A long bar was set up along one side of the room with at least three bartenders. The band was about to play their first set. Approximately 9-10 musicians were ready to give us an evening's worth of stellar jazz and favorites. A young blonde woman fronted the group. She had a wonderful voice that was true to every genre of music she tried. The dance floor wasn't as large as I thought it might have been, considering the size of the crowd. Tables were set up in cozy, but not cramped, arrangement around the dance floor on two sides. Some of the tables were for small groups, while many were tiny and intended just for two. A waterfall with a fountain, heart shaped swing, flowers, and other appropriate decorations added romantic touches to the look and atmosphere of the party. Both Gwen and I were happy to see, hear, and smell the overall beauty of the room.
It only took a moment to adjust our eyes to the lighting, which was low, and to take it all in. As soon as we were accustomed to the low, but sufficient light, we took a walk around the room to gaze upon the details of the place. It was on this 'tour' that I became aware of the looks we were receiving. Many short furtive glances fell our way. Some of the people blatantly stared, without a hint of bashfulness. It was a first for me. I just knew they were focused on my beautiful wife. I had no illusions at all that they even noticed me. Gwen walked proudly beside me, her sexy aura like a shimmering cloud that radiated out from all her pores. I was ecstatic to be able to walk beside her; fully aware of the admiring glances she was receiving, from both the men and the women. I knew she felt the stares and was surprised that she didn't respond in her usual humble way. She carried herself regally, accepting the looks as though they were her due. The newfound pride in her looks was a surprise for me; even though it was obvious she deserved to be proud. The newness of it just added another layer of pent-up eroticism to my already over-stimulated libido. "God, this is great!" I thought to myself as we completed our sweep of the room and found a table, just for two.
As we sat together and shared some small talk, we noticed that nearly every new couple that entered generated at least a cursory glance from most that were nearby. Some couples made a circuit as had we. Some stopped to have their picture taken by the hired photographer. She was positioned by the swing and the fountain where a number of posed settings would look great. My pride swelled as I let my eyes, now fully used to the dimness; wander across the room, checking out every female within range. Of course I tried to hide my glances from my wife, like many of the men had tried to do the same when we walked by, but I couldn't fool Gwen. She called me on it and I had to confess. This was a game we had played many times before, but now I could say without qualms, that my wife took a back seat to none of the other women in the beauty department. Well, at least among those 35 and older. There were some truly gorgeous women among the younger crowd. But I shared with my wife that I was just checking to be sure that she was the most beautiful woman in the room. So I didn't really feel that I was lying when I told her that. She smiled her sexy smile, allowing just a hint of her humility show through. But it was obvious that she liked to hear my compliments and it was also obvious that she liked the attention she was receiving from so many of the other patrons of the ball. One thing was for sure. Doing something like this made me take my mind completely off the thoughts that usually permeated my everyday life. I never once thought about the dogs, the bills, our kids, my teaching, shoveling snow, my wife's ornery boss, or anything else. I was totally focused on our event. She was just as focused and even remarked about it to me. She mentioned that she was so proud of me, she loved me, and that tonight was going to be one of the most exciting of our lives, "whatever happened."
I didn't know what she meant by 'whatever happened.' All I knew is that my body and mind were like one single lump of lustful flesh. I felt the most delicious anticipation I had felt since my wedding night! "Yummy," I thought.

Continued in Chapter  4

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 4
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 4 - The Party Starts
Waitresses dressed in sexy short dresses filtered among the crowd, attending to our drink needs. They pointed out the food bar, which was now ready. The band began with an old Ella Fitzgerald tune. In moments half the place was up and dancing. Before our first drink even arrived, we got up and hit the floor. The sexy slow number made it easy to put my arms around my wife and hold her close. The soft rhythm and liquid voice of the singer perfected the romantic mood. I was in heaven and it made me feel really wonderful when my wife put her arms around my neck and held me. While neither of us are exceptional dancers, we enjoy it very much. We didn't talk much, occasionally remarking something about the other people, the music, or just the fondness of the moment. Gwen glided effortlessly across the floor under my lead. The dancing seemed effortless. The atmosphere, the music, my wife's glorious body held close to mine, all merged together to make the dancing an extension of us. It was bliss in motion. I couldn't have ever dreamed up a more romantic moment.
The first song ended and we stepped over to our table for our first sip. The musicians continued. More people arrived and joined in the fun. It seemed that most couples were like us: here as just a couple without a group. A few people seemed to be in groups, but most were here apparently for the same reasons as us. We occasionally spoke with some of the others, but it was mostly just polite small talk made necessary by the proximity of our tables and the dance floor's confined area. As more people began to arrive on the floor, the bodies dancing were crowded closer and closer together. For some reason this didn't seem to make anyone uncomfortable: certainly not Gwen or me. The men were usually handsome. The women were glamorous. The perfume mixed with the warming, moist air, and created a sort of heady aroma that was both pleasant and dangerous all at the same time. We never felt the least bit bothered by the crowd. It just made it that much easier to hold each other really close as we danced.
The band occasionally belted out a faster tune, creating a sort of free-for-all anarchy on the dance floor. Usually these times provided a bit of laughter and joviality as the dancers tried to keep up with the beat in the confined space. Collisions were common, but it was all in fun and no one seemed to take offense (or so I thought). There were some folks who never would dance a fast number so the crowd thinned a bit during those songs, but overall, the reason many were there was to dance. So the lovely night went on like this. Gwen and I danced about 60-80% of the time for the first couple of hours. We were having a wonderful time. By 10:00 the place was nearly full. Only a few tables had an empty chair.

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 4
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 4 - The Party Starts
Waitresses dressed in sexy short dresses filtered among the crowd, attending to our drink needs. They pointed out the food bar, which was now ready. The band began with an old Ella Fitzgerald tune. In moments half the place was up and dancing. Before our first drink even arrived, we got up and hit the floor. The sexy slow number made it easy to put my arms around my wife and hold her close. The soft rhythm and liquid voice of the singer perfected the romantic mood. I was in heaven and it made me feel really wonderful when my wife put her arms around my neck and held me. While neither of us are exceptional dancers, we enjoy it very much. We didn't talk much, occasionally remarking something about the other people, the music, or just the fondness of the moment. Gwen glided effortlessly across the floor under my lead. The dancing seemed effortless. The atmosphere, the music, my wife's glorious body held close to mine, all merged together to make the dancing an extension of us. It was bliss in motion. I couldn't have ever dreamed up a more romantic moment.
The first song ended and we stepped over to our table for our first sip. The musicians continued. More people arrived and joined in the fun. It seemed that most couples were like us: here as just a couple without a group. A few people seemed to be in groups, but most were here apparently for the same reasons as us. We occasionally spoke with some of the others, but it was mostly just polite small talk made necessary by the proximity of our tables and the dance floor's confined area. As more people began to arrive on the floor, the bodies dancing were crowded closer and closer together. For some reason this didn't seem to make anyone uncomfortable: certainly not Gwen or me. The men were usually handsome. The women were glamorous. The perfume mixed with the warming, moist air, and created a sort of heady aroma that was both pleasant and dangerous all at the same time. We never felt the least bit bothered by the crowd. It just made it that much easier to hold each other really close as we danced.
The band occasionally belted out a faster tune, creating a sort of free-for-all anarchy on the dance floor. Usually these times provided a bit of laughter and joviality as the dancers tried to keep up with the beat in the confined space. Collisions were common, but it was all in fun and no one seemed to take offense (or so I thought). There were some folks who never would dance a fast number so the crowd thinned a bit during those songs, but overall, the reason many were there was to dance. So the lovely night went on like this. Gwen and I danced about 60-80% of the time for the first couple of hours. We were having a wonderful time. By 10:00 the place was nearly full. Only a few tables had an empty chair.

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 5
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 5 - An Unforeseen Twist
I once read a vignette from the 19th century that spoke about the fun of visiting a county fair. The writer explained how, even with all the strange and wondrous sights, and sounds, and smells, the best part of the fair was watching the people. He remarked about the wide variety of folks and of wondering what those people did and where they came from. Well, tonight at this ball, Gwen and I were talking quite a bit about the other people. We didn't know a single soul, and so we felt no reticence in discussing what in our imaginations we thought the others might do for a living, or where they were from, or if they were good in bed or not. Now that last topic wasn't one that Gwen and I were often in the practice of talking about. But, with the mood and intent of the evening so obvious to us both, she didn't seem the least bit concerned about it. She often made quite a few comments and remarks that surprised me, like "I'll bet she bleaches that hair," or "He won't be able to get it up tonight," or "Hmmm, I can tell that guy is hung like a horse," and the most common comment of all, "I'm sexier than his wife, aren't I?"
Now, you have to realize, to hear my wife talk like that is completely out of character. She is known as a generous and loving person. She has faithful women friends (men too), and haughty put-downs are not part of her personality. I have known for some time that Gwen is exceptionally gifted when it comes to her intuition. Time and time again over the years, she has been able to pick up on someone's vibe and inform me of their thinking long before I even have a clue. Sometimes her intuition is borne out by future events, and sometimes there is no way for me to know, because it is the person's inner feelings she is so good at perceiving. But her uncanny knack has been proven to me so many times over the years that I don't ever take for granted anything she says that comes from her 'intuition.'
I kept up my part of the conversation, giving my two-cent opinions about numerous people, both men and women. But Gwen was practically a machine. She had an opinion about nearly everybody. I'll bet that by 10:30 she had commented to me about at least 50 people. I was almost to the point of overload when she finally said something that jarred me to attention. "Ron, do you see that woman over there three tables away from us in the creamy dress?"
I peered around behind me, following her gaze. I saw a very sexy lady, middle aged but looking fine, seated with her apparent husband. "Yes," I answered hesitantly.
Gwen: "I don't like that bitch!"
Ron (me): "What are you talking about? You don't even know her."
Gwen: "Oh. I know her well enough. I don't like her and she doesn't like me."
Ron: "Why? What's going on?"
As we talked I kept scanning my eyes over in the direction of the woman she was talking about. She was quite pretty, with fine aquiline features. Her hair was a lovely blonde. I couldn't tell how long it was, since she had it pulled up on top with just a few strands hanging down. She looked quite elegant. Her dress was very pretty soft satin in a creamy color that was practically the same color as her lovely skin. She was sitting at a slight angle to the table she shared with her husband. I had seen them on the dance floor during the last 45 minutes, but they hadn't intruded on my thoughts before now. Even though there was about 20 feet separating our tables, I had a clear view between the crowded tables. She seemed in genuine conversation with her husband, but I noted occasional glances in our direction. Her left leg was crossed sexily over her right and it was bouncing up and down, drawing my eyes to the luxurious expanse of skin she showed. Her gown appeared to be quite long, but with a long slit up the side, when she was seated, plenty of sexy thigh was visible.
Gwen: "She thinks she is sexier than me."
Ron: "Oh no. She isn't sexier than you. You are definitely the sexiest woman in this whole party, at least among the women within 20 years of your age, maybe with a slight exception for a couple of the women in their twenties."
Gwen looked at me with that annoyed look I had come to know only too well. "I didn't say she WAS sexier than me." She slowed down her speech to emphasize her meaning. "I said, 'She THINKS she is sexier than me'."
Ron: "And just how do you know this?" I regretted my question even before I let it slip out of my mouth.
Gwen: "Don't you know anything! Women can tell these sorts of things. I'll prove it to you. Just look over at her. See her swinging her leg like that. We've made eye contact a whole lot during the last ten minutes and she is telling me in no uncertain terms what I just told you. The bitch THINKS she is sexier than me!"
My wife's eyes narrowed a bit as she let a hard edge creep into her voice. It was now that I noticed my own wife's leg. Her left leg was crossed and it was bouncing up and down in a continuing rhythm that matched if not exceeded that of the woman she was talking about. "Does that prove she hates you?"
Gwen's annoyance with me was even more pronounced now. "God, Ron. Sometimes you are so stupid. Besides, there is more. We've been in silent conversation for at least the last half hour. She just keeps looking at me while we are on the dance floor. She licks her lips and wiggles her ass for my benefit. In fact, we've been having a bit of a competition out there. I guess you never noticed. It all started when she bumped her ass into mine on the dance floor. We were dancing among all those people and at first it didn't seem that odd, considering the crowd. But then it happened again, and then a third time. I felt her ass pushing up against mine, so finally I pushed back. It ended up in a duel with our butts. I felt her up against me and we could feel each other quite intimately. I noticed her muscles tighten up, almost trying to squeeze my left cheek between her cheeks. We had pushed back against each other so that each of us had one cheek pressed directly into the crack of the other. Well, when I felt her muscles clench up and practically squeeze my butt, I just had to fight back. I squeezed my ass so tight I practically pinched her ass down to a sliver. After that every time we came close on the dance floor she brazenly bumped or pushed her ass into mine. I never let her get away with it though. I pushed back and made sure she knew whose ass was best!"
I could hardly believe my ears. My wife was telling me details of her encounter and it was clear that she was serious. I wondered what the other woman was thinking. I wondered if she was telling her husband a similar story. I wondered lots of things. My curiosity was intense, but the more I thought about it the more it seemed that Gwen was telling the truth. I looked over again. Her husband never seemed to be looking our way when I glanced in that direction. But now I could see the woman spent more time looking our way than she did at her husband. Her leg made that continuous motion up and down. I turned back to my wife and noted her leg swinging vigorously and just as I did I caught a glimpse of the tail-end of my wife mouthing something silently across the room in the woman's direction. I think I caught her mouthing the word "BITCH."
I let her know I saw it and asked, "Did you just call her a bitch?"
"Absolutely, she deserved it. She just called me a whore."
"You've got to be kidding," I thought. My brain was flooded with concern, questions, and mostly excitement. I had always had fantasies of women, including my wife, in sexual situations or in combat with other women. The reality of what was going on began to sink in. I asked my wife, "Does her husband know about this? Do you think?"
Gwen: "Yes, I am sure of it. He has been looking over here quite a few times at her guidance. I can just imagine what she is telling him. She better not try anything, or I'll make her wish she hadn't."
Ron: "What? What do you mean? Can't we just have fun and not worry about her any more?"
Gwen: "Hell, no. I mean hell yes. What I mean is we can just have fun, but it won't be because I'm not thinking about her. In fact, I'm having a wonderful time thinking about her and what I'd do to her to put her in her place. She thinks she is sooooo sexy. Well, there is no way she is sexier than me and I fully intend to prove it if she dares enough to keep challenging me like she is right now."
I didn't look back but I knew that she was doing something to add fuel to the fire. I could see my wife's eyes narrow to slits. Her brow furrowed in an angry look of disdain as she stared across the space. "Hot Damn," I thought. "There sure are some sparks tonight." Not the sparks I was anticipating. But they were sparks of a nature that made me just quiver in sexy anticipation. A whole new dimension had just been added to our evening at the ball. Aware that any question I asked might be considered 'stupid,' I tentatively asked, "Are you sure she doesn't like you? Maybe she DOES like you and wants to get in your pants."
"Well, well, Ron. Now you finally seem to be catching on. Of course she wants into my panties. She has been licking her lips, ogling my tits, and purring like a kitten over there. Acting all hot and bothered, but making sure every time that she thinks she is superior to me. She wants to make me think that I shouldn't even have come here tonight, to be scared away. I have no intention of letting her think like that. I can't wait to chew her up and spit her out!" Her fuming double-entendre caught me as much by surprise as everything else she had said tonight. I let my further questions remain back in my head, and I just sat quietly sipping my drink. Gwen was only beginning drink number three. I suppose the slight buzz from the alcohol might have been melting away some of her usual inhibitions. Ditto for 'Mrs. Creamy dress.'
We had spent about 15 minutes sitting and talking at our table. I spent the next couple of minutes just watching the other happy couples out on the dance floor, mulling over the situation, when all of a sudden my wife grabbed my arm and said "let's dance." Her eyes had never left their stare towards the woman in cream. The icy daggers were quite chilling, but I sensed a keen sense of power and awareness flowing out from Gwen. When she yanked me up to dance, I just knew it was with the intent of accepting the challenge being issued by 'the woman in cream.' Sure enough, I caught them out of the corner of my eye heading towards an open area of the floor. I let Gwen guide me and I could see that the other woman was leading her spouse towards the same area. Now that my attention was focused her way I could see the exaggerated sway she put into her hips as she glided across the floor. I noted her posture and the way she stood purposely tall. I was now able to also see that her dress had an extremely pretty embroidered flower, a rose, stitched into the fabric. Its long stem wound from near her navel up to her left breast, with the flower petals bursting open in a blaze of scarlet directly over her left tit. I hadn't been able to notice that earlier from the way she was sitting. . She showed nearly an identical amount of sexy cleavage as Gwen. Now it was plain to see that their abundant bust lines most assuredly had something to do with the way these two women were dueling. Their duel was one of body language, spoken purely for the benefit of the other. They spoke when they were close, and they could speak from afar. It didn't matter. They were now enveloped in a luxuriously sexy war. I have already mentioned the fine breasts that adorn my wife. Superb! Yes, they were superb, especially for a 50 year old lady. Now for the first time I could see the competition. As if the rose was needed. Hah! 'Mystery Woman' had very large pointy tits. They bounced and jiggled erotically with her every move. Their fullness swayed their way towards the open area of the floor and I found I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Fabulous! She looked, even at close range to be nearly as old as us. I wasn't sure, but I guessed her age at 45. Later I found out she was 44. She looked to be maybe a size 8 (10 maybe). She didn't have quite the height or the broad shoulders of my wife, but she was very, very similar in body shape. Besides her very intriguing tits, she seemed to have just the slightest of paunches. Not very many women in their age group have washboard stomachs, and even with the workouts that my wife had begun when her diet began, she hadn't been able to lose all of her 'extra tummy fat' either. Upon closer inspection I could tell that she was very pretty. Her arms seemed long for her body, and her legs were shapely and muscular.
In retrospect I think I now know why these two women picked each other out of the crowd. It might not have been their intent before the evening started, but once in the crowd of others, the need for some sort of 'alpha stature' must have developed in each of them. Gwen had transformed from her usual pretty appearance to one of ravishing beauty. It must have done her ego wonders to remember walking around that room on our entrance and to see the stares of awe she inspired. Not only had it been I been telling her how beautiful and sexy she was. Certainly the glances and stares of the others were further confirmation of that thought. Obviously she liked the feeling and she craved even more. Now that 'Mrs. Cream dress' had shown up, there was a rival. Women have a sense of rivalry that is much more keenly developed than we men can ever imagine. Somehow each sensed in the other a threat to the image they had of themselves. In only a few minutes that rivalry had simmered without my knowledge, but now that I had been informed of the status I was a player in the game too. My guess was that the other gentleman was feeling much like me. I assumed he was in a similar predicament, excited by his wife's sexy confrontation, but baffled by the cause. As I write this story you must remember that nearly three weeks have gone by and I have had time to discuss these events (over and over and over) with my wife. That, coupled with my own reflections, gave me the knowledge and insight that I now find time to share. But at the time of the events, this was quite baffling to me. Exciting, but baffling.
All this happened much more quickly than the time it takes to tell, but the story continues. I now had my first opportunity to get a good look at 'Mrs. Creamy's' gentleman. He seemed to be just about my age, mid-50s, maybe slightly older. His hair was graying similar to mine, only it was a little shorter (and a little less on top I might add). He was handsome without being striking. His suit was cut very nicely and he made a nice counterpoint to his wife's beauty. I guessed him to be a couple of inches taller than my 5' 9", but more slender. As we found our spots on the floor, guided by our wives, I caught his eye, and he, mine. I noted his one raised eyebrow: a sort of quizzical gesture. I responded with a much-muted shrug of my shoulders, hinting that I didn't quite know what to make of what was going on either. That instant ended abruptly with the start of another song. It was a slow song, and I held my wife. Now though I listened as my wife cooed in my ear, "Honey, don't you dare do anything to get in my way!"

continued in Chapter 6

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 6
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 6 - The Dance
"Hot Damn," I thought. There wasn't any way that I was about to get in my wife's way. She had put me in my place enough times already tonight and I loved every minute of it.
The band played a slow song for the lovers. The crowd was as thick as it had been all night on the dance floor. But most people didn't seem to mind the tightness of the space. They just held each other close and moved slowly and carefully. As the crowd thickened, we found ourselves directly beside the 'other couple.' Gwen and the blonde were touching at the hip and in less then 5 seconds the parrying began. I couldn't tell who pushed first, but I could very easily feel the pushing and bumping of their hips. Gwen's right side dueling with the blonde's left. The dancers movement caused us to angle away slightly a little at a time until the two women were exactly ass-to-ass again. Concerning whatever happened between them before, I had been blissfully ignorant. This time I was keenly aware of their battle. The crowd squeezed in closer and I was holding Gwen tight. Wham! I felt her pelvis thrust directly toward my groin, and I knew it wasn't of her own volition. The blonde had rocketed her ass back into my wife's ass, sending her challenging signal as rudely and plainly as could be. My wife retaliated with a jab of her own. I could sense her muscles tightening and then she banged her ass backwards into the blonde. I noted the surprised but not angry look on her husband's face as he felt his wife's pelvis bump into his crotch. I suppose he had seen the smile that must have stretched across my face moments before. This went on for a minute or two. The two women were fighting with their asses; pushing, shoving, bumping, tightening, and dancing. Gwen held me close and I could tell by her breathing that she was enjoying in a very erotic way the sensations created by the tension between the blonde and herself. When the blonde would shove her fine ass towards Gwen, causing her to lurch slowly into me even closer, I could hear her let out just a tiny little gasp. I was guessing that the blonde must have had similar reactions to the equally forceful thrusts she received from Gwen.
So far no words had been spoken, but the body language had most certainly kept the communication streaming between them. My wife looked into my eyes, and through the lusty haze, it was clear that a determination had set in that was as severe as any I had yet seen in her. The night was proceeding down a path that I could never have imagined beforehand, but one that was in many ways exceeding my erotic expectations many fold. Gwen licked her lips at me as she thrust her ass VERY forcefully backwards towards the blonde, just as the song ended. The dancers stopped to clap as was customary, foiling the blonde's option to retaliate in that next instant. She had lurched forward, nearly knocking over her husband, who didn't seem to mind at all. I was actually sympathizing with the guy, feeling that he must be in the same boat as me, so to speak.
The singer on the stage announced that they were going to take a break after the next song and that the last song of this set would be a little prelude of some of the songs to follow. Boom, boom, boom, the drummer began belting out a solid thumping beat, and the band hit the next song in fine form. A lot less jazzy and a lot bluesier, the song oozed sexuality from its beat and erotic textures. A bit faster than most of the tunes they had played so far, it sent a number of folks to the sidelines. Many people stayed however to get in some nitty-gritty dancing. We stayed, of course, as the other couple did. Thump, thump, thump went the beat and our bodies parted for the freedom necessary to move to the music. For the first 30 seconds we danced without incident, except for the icy stares that the two women managed as our bodies kept close to the other couple. If any of the other couples dared to intrude into 'our' space, one or the other of the two women would surely stifle the movement by deftly cutting in and keeping the tight quarters they seemed to need. I now got a really good look at Blondie's hefty tits. They swung and swayed to the pounding beat, two big melons proudly proclaiming their impressiveness. Gwen's tits made an equally persuasive argument for their own superiority. The massive mounds jiggled and bounced delightedly on her chest, drawing admiring glances from Blondie's husband as well as from me. Each lady seemed intent on emphasizing for all who looked that it was she who had the bigger, better, sexier tits. It may be worth mentioning that even though Mr. 'Blondie' and I were paying considerable attention to our wives and their confrontation, most of the other partiers were in their own little world and did not notice the character of their interaction. The party was going really good, and most of the people as couples were pretty immersed in each other. I'm sure that a few nearby folks noted the sexy nature of their dress and their playfulness, but I doubt if any of them suspected the angry edge lurking just below the surface.
I loved the sexy tension between 'Blondie' and my wife. I noticed Mr. 'Blondie' beside me grinning from ear to ear. We danced out the song, beaming at our wives as they shimmied and gyrated to the beat. As the song ended Gwen leaned close to me and whispered, "I won, didn't I?"
We headed back to our table, as did the other couple. We each downed our drink and ordered another before I needed to go to the bathroom. When I mentioned it to Gwen, she said that she needed to go too. I was a little nervous about leaving her, but with so many people heading to the bathroom I felt I could risk leaving Gwen to her own devices. As might be expected, the other couple was not far behind as we headed to our respective bathrooms. Fully aware of Gwen's admonition to me earlier, I watched her go in to the ladies' room, knowing full well that 'Blondie' would soon enter also. As luck would have it, Mr. Blondie ended up at the very next urinal to me. I spoke first, "It's a pretty nice ball, don't you think?"
"Sure is. I haven't had this much excitement in years."
"I agree. It certainly appears that our wives have found some reason to dislike each other. What do you think will happen?"
"I know that whatever it is it sure would look to be pretty damn hot!"
"For sure! By the way, my name is Hal and my wife is Gwen. What is your name?"
"I'm James and my wife is Sally. We came down here tonight for the party, but I had no idea things would turn so blisteringly sexy."
I told him that we too were hoping to spice things up a little bit and now that our wives were rivals, it seemed that maybe we ought to allow them a little more freedom to carry on their war without the public scrutiny of the other partygoers.
James answered in hushed tones, so none of the other men would hear, "I know my wife would love to. What do you suggest?"
I offered that we had a large suite with a fireplace and plenty of room for festivities. I emphasized the word 'festivities.' I suggested that if they hadn't already killed each other by the time we got back to our tables that we could stay a while longer in the dance and then offer to our wives to head up to our room where they might be free to settle whatever differences existed between them.
James readily agreed that the idea had plenty of merit. His grin gave away the erotic overtones inherent in our conversational topic. I doubt my face was able to hide my own excitement at the prospect of Sally and Gwen getting to know each other a bit more intimately. We agreed to give each other a sign as soon as we had talked to our wives and got what we were sure would be agreement with the plan.
We headed back to our tables and as I went I felt like James was surely a pretty nice fellow. I wondered what his wife was really like. We returned to our tables and waited. It was at least 5 minutes before the women returned. Gwen came first, strutting like a peacock across the room as she weaved carefully among the tables. Her look was one of stern beauty. I couldn't ever remember seeing her show so much confidence and authority when she walked. It was very impressive if I do say so myself. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she approached, giving me a quick smile, before sitting down. I glanced at my watch, which read 11:18.
I knew she must have something to say, so I waited for her to speak, preferring to let my conversation with James to remain a secret until I thought it was the right time. Gwen crossed her legs and began bouncing her one leg firmly up and down to the beat of some inner drum. Her timing was impeccable. Even without looking behind her I was sure she knew that Sally was approaching. Of course, my eyes couldn't come unglued from watching her sashay closer and closer. Just as she wiggled by our table, Gwen's bouncing foot smacked Sally's calf.
I don't know if anything was choreographed or if it was just the steamy expectations of the two women, but what was happening seemed almost scripted for my benefit. Sally stopped instantly and leaned over towards me. She squeezed her tits together with her upper arms, forcing her expansive cleavage to bulge out in a hugely prominent display just inches from my nose. "Oh, Hal," I now knew the two had talked, since she knew my name. "I think you ought to teach your wife some manners. She's a woman who just might find herself being taught some feminine manners, if she keeps it up." Of course I knew exactly what she meant.
I didn't have time to respond before my wife interjected her own twist on the challenge. "Hey slut. If it's manners that concern you, I'll be glad to give lessons: for free! See you on the dance floor, bitch."
"You'll be sorry, whore."
At the last remark Sally left and went to her table and sat down just like before. The wives could see each other directly across the space, but if James or I wanted to view the other couple we needed to turn our heads. We watched together as she bent low and whispered something in James' ear. Her ass was pointing directly towards our table. As she bent to whisper her ass did a sexy little shake and wiggle. It was quite a pretty sight I might add. As soon as Sally sat down she adjusted the fit of her dress, so that it was hiked up a few inches, allowing considerably more of her sexy thigh to show. In fact I do believe I caught a glimpse of bare skin visible above the top of her hose. She smiled our way, after all it was obviously meant for the two of us. It didn't take long for Gwen to make an adjustment in her own gown. More leg than I had ever seen her show in a dress (in public anyway) became visible and I finally had my own peek at the tops of her hose. Well, now I knew she wasn't wearing pantyhose. Her sexy legs were quite a distraction, with the exaggerated bouncing of her left leg over the right. I knew without looking that another woman's legs were just as vigorously active behind me. I ached to witness the next chapter in Sally and Gwen's feminine battle.
Finally, after my silence finally got to Gwen, she spoke. "I can't wait to fuck her over. That bitch shouldn't have ever decided to tangle with me!"
Without hoping to stifle any of her sexy anger, I offered up the suggestion James and I had concocted. She heard me out and quickly agreed to the idea of settling their differences up in our hotel room. I looked back towards James and Sally. James was looking my way. He nodded to me. I nodded back. Gwen indicated that she didn't want to leave the dance floor just yet. There was plenty of intimidation she intended for Sally and she could do it right out on the dance floor. I noted the band heading back to the stage and I also noted that the photographer was busy taking posed pictures of many of the couples. Her little sign indicated that she would take photos until midnight. A little twinkle must have shone through my eyes, because just as I was thinking about the lady photographer, Gwen asked what I was thinking. I didn't want to tip my hat completely so I just offered that before we left the party we should stop over by the waterfall to have our picture taken. She smiled her sly smile as the first beat of the drum signaled the break was over.
People headed immediately to the dance floor and we waited a moment until we could head for the floor behind James and Sally. As was now our custom, James and I let the women lead the way. The first song was a slow song. The sexy words were perfectly suited for the evening event. We might usually have held each other close, but the circumstances were a little unique, and neither Gwen nor Sally offered up their arms for close dancing. By just standing close and swaying to the soft sensual beat, the ladies were a little freer to shimmy and jive in proximity to each other without husbands getting in the way. I felt a bit awkward about it but it was worth it to witness the sexy competition heating up now between our wives.
They made the pretense of dancing with us but they were actually dancing FOR each other. Every move, and every thought was devoted to sending a message of sexy superiority to the other woman. Arms were raised overhead and gentle swaying highlighted the large breasts that took turns pointing at the men and then at each other. I nearly lost my breath the first time they turned their bodies towards each other and stared daggers, lithely swaying to the music, breasts just inches apart. Sally looked my way and licked her lips in a hungry way. Gwen retaliated by licking her lips as she stared at James. They continued their sexy dance right up until the end of the song. No act went unnoticed. No gesture went unanswered. No problem for me! I loved witnessing the intimate duel these two mature women were waging amidst the crowd of other dancers. The song ended and each clapped politely for the band. Gwen leaned close and said to me, "This is the best date I've ever had. Thank you!"
I suppose I should have been offended a bit, since it was obvious that her attention was directed towards another and not me, but as a confirmed lover of sexual tension between women, I was already in heaven and my instant response to Gwen was an explicit truth, "Don't worry babe, you are giving me the best date I ever COULD have. I love watching you show her what you've got."
I was so proud of Gwen and I could tell by her look that she appreciated my confidence in her. I don't think I was any way inspirational but it probably didn't hurt either. I had hoped for a livelier song next and my wish was granted. The happy partiers were slightly fewer in number now, but the crowd was still strong. Many of the patrons were getting a little drunk and a little frisky with each other, so our two wives' heated exchanges were somewhat muted in their public effect by all the other actions between lovers. They managed to keep up their scathing looks and thrusting motions without drawing undue attention to themselves: up till now that is.
When the song blared out its lusty beat and the husky voice of the diva echoed a few words about 'getting down and dirty' it seemed like a perfect segue into their little world. James and I were there dancing with our spouses and they returned to their earlier jousting with asses. Sally thrust her butt at Gwen who met the attack with gusto. They let their asses ride together and without separating they ground deliciously backwards and in small elliptical loops. I would have loved to be able to hear the silky fabric rubbing sound. But the band drowned that out. A few people noticed their ass grinding action, probably not aware of the intensity of the fight that it represented. I'm sure that most partiers expected that they were just acting out of drunken revelry. James and I knew better. We could see that every move was part of a master plan to diminish the sexual power of their rival. Finally they parted and began to dance with more abandon, with wilder motions and earthy gyrations. By this time I suppose I shouldn't have been shocked by much of anything, but Sally definitely caught me off guard. While bouncing around quite obviously bringing attention to her heavy tits, she bounced between Gwen and myself and pushed her tits directly into my chest. Bent at the waist she now did a double. She wiggled her ass at Gwen as she rubbed her tits sideways across my chest. I could see the fuming anger burn a short fuse and in moments she was beside us with her tits buried in James' chest and rubbing with the sort of wild abandon I had rarely witnessed in nearly 30 years of marriage.
They pulled back at the same time and with the bluesy beat still thumping in our ears and making our feet move, they banged their asses together again and again. Somehow this focus on their asses was a bit perplexing to me. I had always thought of my wife's tits as her best assets, and Sally obviously had a rack of which to be proud, but it seemed that they were spending an awfully lot of time battling with their butts. Not that I'm complaining mind you. But it was somewhat surprising. It looked really great seeing their lovely asses pushing and grinding away at each other, knowing all the pent-up anger hidden behind the seemingly innocuous action.
Sally certainly knew how to use her body. She was matching Gwen in every sexy move, and playing to her audience of three perfectly. What she did next upped the ante in an instant. As Gwen was thrusting her ass backwards at Sally's pretty butt, Sally twisted around in a flash and grabbed my wife by the waist and thrust her hips forward at the tight ass. She nailed it perfectly and then holding on firmly, she ground her pussy mound hard into my wife's ass-crack. It only lasted three or four seconds before my wife had the presence of mind to pull away. Sally got in about 5 solid whacks with her groin slapping my wife's ass before Gwen righted herself and turned around to see Sally with a wicked wide grin, gloating over the fact that she had simulated a nice butt-fuck upon her. The obvious expression of dominance couldn't go unpunished from Gwen's point of view. I know she seethed when the song abruptly ended without her having a chance to retaliate.
"You liked that didn't you slut?" Sally sent a zinger flying at my wife. "You like it in the ass don't you?"
"You've crossed the line now whore. I'm not here for games any more. You don't EVEN know what you've done!"
"Oooooohhhhhh. I'm shaking in my boots. I think I just might do that again, and again, and again, if you know what I mean."
Her reference to fucking my wife's ass made Gwen turn beet red. She fumed at the daring and haughty bitch in front of her. I knew if my wife could she would make Sally pay for her remarks.
The next song came out much like the last and this time the two hellcats made no pretense of dancing with us. Several of the dancers were now ogling the action as the two thrust and parried with their hips. Gwen pulled her dress up for more freedom (not really) and began to gyrate low to the floor, spreading her legs wide and by twirling the long material of her gown from side to side she could display plenty of skin up the inside of her legs. Unfortunately for me her aim was directly towards Sally. I'm sure that Sally must have been catching glimpses of my wife's crotch as the pink shiny dress flew around under the guidance of her hand. Of course it didn't take long for Sally to retaliate in kind. Her creamy dress flowed smoothly across her skin and as she bent low to the ground and planted one hand on the floor and began thrusting her hips skyward as she tossed the material back and forth. She provided Gwen with at least as good a view of her panties as Gwen had for her. But Gwen was ready for that. In an instant she sprung up and stepped over the top of Sally, who still was leaning back and holding herself up off the floor with only one arm. Lifting her dress up to her thighs so she wouldn't trip over Sally she grabbed her head with one hand and pulled it up into her waiting crotch. Wow! Gwen magnificently gave about 8-10 quick thrusts of her pussy into Sally's face.
Hot Damn! I almost feinted from the sight. The revenge must have been very sweet for Gwen. The look on her face was one of perfect contentment. She had face-fucked her rival Sally right there on the dance floor in front of her husband, myself, and about two-dozen other patrons who were fortunate enough to have been in position to see the show. Of course Sally was now the recipient and she was none too happy. It wasn't easy for her to get up with the way she was practically on the floor, and when Gwen stepped back, she had pushed Sally's face away, causing her to fall on the floor. At that moment I thought a rip-roaring catfight was about to break out. But somehow Sally had a reserve of control that allowed her to get up and just saunter over and declare to the three of us, "Its TIME we go!"

to be continued in Chapter 7

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 7
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 7 - Don't forget the Photos
I smiled at James and he smiled right back. He didn't seem fazed much by the degrading actions forced on Sally. In fact he seemed quite happy with the events. I led the way back to our table as James and Sally headed for theirs. I ventured over to their table after they returned, while Gwen glowed in triumph back at our table. I noted Sally still upset, but she seemed in control, considering she had just had her face humped in public by my wife. I leaned over close so they could hear me above the music that continued. I looked at my watch and saw that it was a quarter to midnight. "Perfect" I thought. "James, as long as Sally is still willing, I think now would be a good time to let our ladies settle their differences in their own way. Are we still on?"
James didn't even have to check with Sally, he just assured me that we were 'still on.' So I asked him "How about we head together over to the waterfall and have our picture taken? I'd hate to leave here tonight without a photographic record of the evening, wouldn't you?"
"Why sure, Hal," James continued, "I think it would be sweet to snap a few. Don't you think so Sally?"
"Fine by me!" she steamed.
I returned to our table and told Gwen about the decision and I was met with one of her "Oh, do we have to?" looks. I explained that not only could we get a picture of ourselves as a couple but that maybe it would be appropriate to have she and Sally pose together for a couple. It took a moment, but that brought a sparkle to Gwen's face. She licked her lips and just said, "Yummmm, lets get going."
We circumnavigated the dance floor to arrive in the far corner of the ballroom where the decorations were ebullient and gorgeous. The fountain was quite spectacular and fronted by a nice garden arch covered in flowers and vines. A bench sat nearby, as did a couple of chairs. I approached the photographer, a young woman of about 29 or 30, dressed in a conservative business suit. She was quite pretty, with shoulder length blonde hair. She wore glasses that only partially hid her beauty. While not the first girl one might notice at a party, she seemed to become prettier and prettier the longer one's eyes lingered. Sally and James were still on their way over from the far side of the room as I began to question the photographer. I whispered as low as I could, hoping that Gwen wouldn't hear, but I had to whisper loud enough to be heard over the music. One of the questions I asked her was her name. She told me it was Julia. My other questions sort of startled her, I think, because she had to turn and look at me with a big 'are you serious?' sort of look. When I assured her I was, she looked over at Gwen and then at Sally as she and James approached. After two looks at the ladies and then back at me, she nodded her head in the affirmative. "Yes!" I couldn't believe my good fortune. Well, maybe it was my sweet talking negotiation skills I should be appreciating, but either way, I was delighted with the potential business transaction.
"Come on lets get going. The photographer closes up shop in just 15 more minutes." I suggested, hoping to be gallant and cordial, that James and Sally go first for a couple shot. Sally had recovered enough to act quite graciously. "Sure Hal," she said as she flashed me a sly smile. "We'd be happy to go first."
Julia motioned the two of them to the bench in front of the waterfall. She took a couple of nice posed shots with her state of the art digital camera. "Ok, it's your turn now," she was referring to Gwen and myself. As we approached the bench, Sally made sure to get in Gwen's way a bit, forcing her to brush by her with some force. Apparently her tactics of threat and intimidation hadn't been forgotten. We managed to have our picture snapped successfully. It was now or never, I thought. "Say ladies, I think it would be splendid to have the two of you together in a pose." I silently looked at Julia who nodded her willingness to take a few more. "Gwen, why don't you and Sally stand under that arch and let Julia snap a picture of the two real beauties here?"
I'm not sure if she read my mind or not, but it only took an instant for Gwen to agree. Sally, unwilling to be seen backing down from anything that Gwen was willing to do, must have felt some sort of competitive obligation and she consented as well. James just smiled his now common wide grin. I think James was a man who thought a lot like me!
Julia was by now quite aware of the cool animosity between the women, but she steamed ahead with the first pose. She positioned them facing mostly towards the camera, but with their bodies at a slight inward angle toward each other. Julia told them to look at the camera and smile. Somehow the smiles lacked that full genuine smile that might have been expected at another time. She took two shots of them posed like this.
I interceded again with the suggestion that "since you two ladies are so gloriously endowed with cleavage, why don't we let Julia take a shot of your gorgeous bosoms?"
Following my lead, Gwen instantly bent low towards the camera and squeezed her tits together with her upper arms, emphasizing the massive D-cup tits she was so proud of (especially this evening). Again, Sally found herself playing catch up. She followed suit, and James, Julia, and I were now quite vividly treated to an impressive, Jayne Mansfield type of tit display. Both ladies managed to get their gown to part farther apart at the same time as their boobs were compressed together. I was in cleavage ogling heaven. I leaned in to whisper to Julia, "I think the posed shots might be about over. Just keep shooting anyway, OK?"
It was apparent that both ladies were trying to outdo each other. Julia snapped and snapped again, with close-ups. When Gwen stood up she grabbed the underside of her tits and lifted them high and proud and waved them at her nemesis. Sally stood, putting her hands on her hips and spouted her venomous threat. "YOU shouldn't be flaunting your tits like that!"
"Why not? If you've got 'em, flaunt 'em."
"Well, you are one clueless slut, you know that. If you want to flaunt something you ought to at least have the best tits to flaunt, and YOU don't even have the best tits in this room. Those belong to me!" She mimicked Gwen's posture, lifting her tits up high and proud, pointing them at Gwen and taking a big menacing step towards her. Gwen instantly stepped into Sally's chest. Their four tits met head-on as Julia snapped away.
"Ladies, ladies, this is really nice." James finally interjected. "This is quite wonderful. I think another pose would be an excellent memento of some of your little dance routines. Let's see those butts together." His eyes shone at the thought.
I'm not sure why, but both ladies obliged and soon we were treated again to the lovely sight of two fine asses, covered in elegant dresses, bumping and grinding.....delicious. My compliment went out to James and he just bowed in acknowledgement. Julia looked over at me with a sly smile between shots. She had just kept her camera clicking right along, having assured me earlier that she had enough digital storage to keep several thousand hi-res photos.
The clock was nearing twelve. Ever the gentleman, James offered, "Thanks ladies. That was great. Since Julia needs to close up shop, do either of you two ladies have a pose you would like for posterity? When we finish that up we can go on upstairs and let the photographer be on her way."
I immediately responded, even as our two wives stepped apart and turned to stare at each other with their now usual daggers of hateful desire. "Oh, by the way ladies, since the two of you are both keenly intent on settling your differences, I thought you might like a photographic record of the entire event. Julia has agreed, since it is time for her to pack up anyway, to join is in our suite where she could continue an unobtrusive presence where she would record your meeting for us all to enjoy for posterity. Isn't that right Julia?"
"Sure is. Besides I would love to capture the furtherance and conclusion of your little war." She had used my phrase to refer to the battle that we all knew was coming. "I think it will be very exciting, and I can provide great pictures for you all to share later."
Sally loved the idea and she made it clear to all that she was going to cherish the photos for years to come, because they would remind her of her clear superiority and sexiness when compared to 'the bitch' Gwen.
Now it was Gwen's turn to keep up with Sally's expanding capacity for challenges. But since it was my idea, she might have felt obligated in that regard anyway. "Well, well, slut. I expect you might like these pictures in the future, but it will be because they will remind you of why it is so important to be humble in the presence of your betters. I'll fuck you up tonight, cxnt. And that is for sure!"
I actually shivered in anticipation as the two of them traded barbs. I noted that Julia was very focused on her work, but somehow I imagined she was motivated by a bit more than the $500 I had offered her to join our little upstairs party for the rest of the evening. She began to dismantle some of her equipment, gathering her things. James and I helped while Gwen and Sally didn't lift a finger to help, but instead stood smugly nearby, each trying to display as much confidence and bravado as possible. With our help, Julia's cases of equipment were ready to go and we all left together through the lobby and up the elevator to our suite.

continued in Chapter 7

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 8
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 8 - Just Past Midnight
I fumbled with the card-key and managed to open the door to our suite as our little entourage waited. We would have been quite a sight if anyone had been in the hallway. Julia and her lights, laptop computer, and camera cases, Gwen in her glittery pink dress and modern hair style, Sally's soft sensual creamy gown bursting at the seams on top, and James and I, two conservative middle-aged men that couldn't seem to wipe those big shit-eating grins off our faces.
I had ventured a stab at conversation on the way up. I wondered aloud to James where he was from. He noted that he was a bank officer with a large national bank. He had been transferred to New England from California just last September. They lived about two hours north of our little town hotel. Sally didn't work and had a hard time adjusting to our 'slow' way of life up here. She was 44 years old and James was 55. I offered that we lived in the city two hours to the south and that I taught college literature and Gwen was in administration at one of the cities hospitals. I told them Gwen was 50 and I was 53. That was about the extent of our conversation. Julia, Gwen, and Sally had been quiet the whole time.
I quickly found the hotel-supplied audio system and switched on the FM tuner to a jazz station. They were playing nearly the same kind of music as we had been listening to at the ball earlier. I guessed at the volume level, attempting to make it loud enough to be heard, but not enough to be distracting.
The tension between Sally and Gwen was thick, like the smoke in a cigar smoker's lounge. It oozed out of their pores, practically staining the air with its venomous hue. I was nervous in anticipation but secretly more excited about the possibilities than I could imagine. I wondered if Gwen was aware of my hot-blooded horny reaction to her challenge, or if she was so intent on dealing with Sally that she wasn't even considering the effect of all this on me. After a quick look around the room James and I decided to move some of the furniture out of the way, preparing a large space in front of the fireplace that would allow the ladies plenty of room to scrap. We turned the lights on and Julia noted that with the richness of the lighting she probably would only need one or two of her light stands set up to reflect off the white ceiling. That would be sufficient for superb photo quality. I suggested that the two ladies take turns in the bathroom, 'freshening up', and then they could begin. James wondered about rules, but I said forget it, the women can decide that for themselves if they want any rules. I didn't think it would be appropriate for either James or me to interject our personal ideas upon the two ladies who so obviously were prepared to take care of themselves without our intervention. He agreed and so we set about moving furniture as first Sally and then Gwen went to the bathroom. The area ended up nearly 20 feet long and about a dozen feet wide with furniture around two and a half sides and a long wall with the fireplace along the opposite wall from the entry. We went into the other room of the suite and plundered the beds. We took one of the mattresses and brought it into the living room and leaned it up against the fireplace to protect the combatants from the brick. The other we brought in as well and just set it on the floor as a sort of bed-arena. Pillows and blankets were tossed over any bare corners of furniture and strewn about haphazardly as 'props.'
Gwen watched with affirmation of what James and I had accomplished. Julia was finishing up her preparations. The lights were ready. The drapes were drawn. Sally was taking quite a while in the bathroom and Gwen used the lull in action to come up to me, hug me, and whisper in my ear, "Thanks for all your cooperation and understanding." She kissed me big on the lips before whispering her final comment to me, "Remember what I said at the beginning of the evening: 'Whatever happened?' Well, it's going to happen and I don't want you to interfere." I murmured back very quietly, "Don't worry. I won't. I love you."
I think Julia got off a couple of test shots because I saw her look at her monitor screen and nod her head as if to affirm to herself that everything was all set.
Gwen backed away from me and sauntered sexily over to James. I kept my mouth shut, but wondered what she intended. She exuded sexuality from every pore and it was very exciting to see her carefully reach up to James' face and gently run her hand down his cheek. I could tell that even though he was nervous he enthusiastically enjoyed the attention from my sexy wife. "The ball is over, why don't you get a little more comfortable. You don't need your coat. Here let me take it." Gwen was using her soft, sexy voice to offer her services. She reached to his lapel and pulled it toward her. He straightened out his arm so she could get the coat off. Her motions and his were very slow.
With one sleeve off Gwen walked around behind James, running her hand softly over his neck as she pulled the coat around behind. Deftly touching his other cheek as she reached up to remove his coat sent a tingly chill up my spine. Having removed his coat she reached up to his tie and loosened the knot enough to allow her to slip it down and remove it completely. Her tits brushed his arm as she leaned over to set it aside cooing, "Now James, isn't that better? Aren't you more comfortable now?" Julia got it all recorded. Too bad it wasn't video. Sally made her entrance now, having witnessed the last portion of the coat and tie removal sequence. She strutted in like a hot hen ready for a fight. But it was me she headed for, not Gwen. She retaliated in kind, with me as the lucky recipient. The audience of three watched as she walked up to me, wiggling her hips as she approached. "I think Gwen is right. It's too hot in here for a real man to have to wear his coat." She stood directly in front of me, very close, and reached up with both hands to caress my cheeks. I, like James before me, stood stone still as Sally slid her hands under the collar of my coat. "Let's get you out of this unbearable thing," she sighed. Her fingers nudged the collar backwards as I raised and spread my arms to give her some slack in the fabric. As she leaned closer to gain more leverage in pulling the coat back, her bounteous chest pressed firmly into my own chest. I didn't even try to avoid looking. My eyes were glued to the blonde's cleavage pressing so wonderfully against my chest. Her eyes were staring up into mine, even as I struggled to decide whether to gaze back at her pretty blue eyes, or ogle the massive tits gently wiggling against me. I did catch her gaze some, but being a tit-man from way back I must admit I spent a bit more time ogling her impressive tits than admiring her baby blues.
My tie was next. Having seen just how sexily her foe had removed James' garments, Sally was edging the battle just a little farther with every move. To get at my tie she didn't make a frontal attack. Instead she told me in no uncertain terms to have a seat. She stepped behind me and leaned forward, her tits mashing up against the back of my head. I could feel the impressive mass and the hot skin as her cleavage parted around my head and tickled my ears. I let out a heavy sigh of pleasure as the heavy tits plastered around my head. She reached under my chin and deftly unknotted my tie and removed it before unbuttoning my shirt. With a firm wiggle from side to side she slowly pulled her tits away from me. I caught the look of burning anger on my wife's face. Her cheeks appeared quite red.
"You think you're pretty damn sexy don't you?" Gwen spewed forth her venomous taunt.
"There ain't no THINKING about it, slut, I AM damn sexy." Sally returned the favor with just as much viciousness obvious in her voice.
"Not so fast, bitch!" Gwen narrowed the gap between the two women by taking a couple of ass-swaying steps towards Sally. "When I'm in the room, there is no woman who can just CLAIM to be sexy without being ready to back up her talk with action. So unless you walk out that door right now, and never come back, you are about to find out from me what a REAL sexy woman can do!"
"Your ranting and raving don't scare me, whore." Sally loved to trash talk. That much was obvious. Gwen had used a few choice words, but Sally got a bit more into the trash than Gwen, at least so far. Sally took two very demonstratively seductive steps toward Gwen. "I'll out-sex you before I've even worked up a sweat. I can't wait to hear you beg. There's no way you will be able to keep up with me!"
As much as I knew I was going to love whatever 'action' developed, the ladies body language and verbal taunting was extremely sexy and arousing. Fortunately for me (James too, I presume) they weren't done with their preliminaries.
"Well, 'bleachie'," Gwen was accusing Sally of not really having blonde hair. "The way you were looking at me at the ball, I could tell you wanted to get into my panties. It was plain that seeing a really hot sexy woman made you all creamy and wet. You want me so baaaaad!"
"Look who's talking. I knew as soon as you started rubbing your pathetic ass up against mine out on the dance floor that you were coming on to me. You couldn't help yourself. When you saw my fine ass and sexy tits your drool practically stained your husband's coat. Oh, by the way, this California girl is a REAL blonde."
Sally's remark about Gwen rubbing her ass up against Sally was mildly startling to me. Gwen had told me that it was Sally who started the confrontation. But Sally sounded quite convincing with her version of events. It made me wonder if Gwen had been totally truthful. "Hmmm?"
"Too bad you California cxnts haven't learned good manners. I don't care what color your hair is. By the time I'm through with you it'll be a mess anyway."
Gwen turned to face me and with a very sexy smile she turned a little more to reveal her sexy leg through the long slit of her dress. She began to swing her dress around, flinging it up so that brief glimpses of her hose-clad legs came into view. Julia kept the camera clicking as Gwen came up to me, lifted her left leg up to the arm of the easy chair and pulled the slit of her dress apart, affording me the most exciting glimpse up her dress I ever remember seeing. Even though I had ventured in there many times in the past, the circumstances of this little show were so extraordinary that it seemed a brand new experience. I gasped audibly at the sight of my wife's panty covered crotch. She immediately left me and headed confidently over to James. As soon as she began to duplicate her routine, Sally could take no more. She followed in Gwen's footsteps to my chair. Her sexy legs were revealed more and more as she lifted and twirled her dress. Sally made sure I caught a good long glimpse of her black-panty-covered crotch. She kept her legs spread apart for 15 seconds as she wiggled her hips in an obvious humping motion. I sucked in the experience, absorbing Sally's womanly scent, perfectly complemented by expensive perfume. No doubt about it, I had serious fantasies about diving greedily into her crotch. But this was her show and I just watched, sniffed, and smiled.
I noticed the two women glancing at each other even as they tried to focus their attention on the man in front of them. Neither trusted the other very much, that was obvious. Gwen seemed to have the initiative, since Sally was pretty much copying Gwen. Sally leaned close to my face and in a whisper that was carefully planned to be a loud whisper, designed for more than my ears, she quite breathily spoke in my ear, "When I've had my way with your wife, I'll have my way with you too." Then in a very quiet whisper, that only I could hear, she added, "Julia might not be very safe either." At the moment of her suggestion I couldn't help myself. I glanced quickly at Julia, who was only about 4 feet away with her camera pointed directly at my face as Sally lingered close. I noted that Julia, unnoticed by me, had removed her maroon suit coat and her pretty white blouse was visible. It only took an instant for me to realize that her womanly assets were considerably more prominent than could be determined when she wore her coat. My glance and happy determination took only a fleeting instant, during which my wife responded to Sally just loud enough for her to hear. I'm sure James must have heard too, but his silent grin gave away the fact that he wasn't concerned for the moment about hypothetical infidelity on Sally's part.
"So, bitch," she blurted out as she stood up in front of James. "You keep on talking big. But you won't be having your way with anybody. In fact I'll make a promise right now. After I've defeated your sex with my own, squishing you like a slimy toad, I'll take your husband as my prize. I'll humiliate you so bad, you'll be headed for the next flight back to Califuckingfornia."
Sally stood up and headed towards Gwen. Gwen met her half way. They stood toe-to-toe, just inches apart. Four eyes glared out at the enemy. They stood like that for over a minute, breathing big deep breaths to emphasize the expanse of the bosoms, daring the other to make the first move. I'd never witnessed so much sexy tension in my life and the tent in my pants was proof.
Julia had one camera on a tripod aimed towards the center of the room, but she had another camera she held in her hand and she stepped closer to the ladies for a better angle. Her skirt brushed my knee as she slid as unobtrusively as possible into position. I noted that she too was wearing some very pretty perfume. Just that gentle swish of fabric as it brushed my knee sent shivers of delight down my spine. In my heightened state of arousal, the slightest nuance of femininity was enough to stimulate my libido. Delicious!
For a moment I thought the next sequence would be forfeiture, but I was delighted that it wasn't the case. Sally actually took a couple of steps backwards, away from Gwen's hateful gaze. But it wasn't in fear or fright. It was to provide some room for the show. Reaching behind her back she found the zipper of her dress. Arching her back caused her chest to thrust forward in all its glory. Her fingers deftly pulled down, down, down, until the zipper hit bottom at just about waist level. The creamy satin fabric hung effortlessly on her shoulders until she slowly took a little walking tour around the perimeter of the opened arena. She paraded in front of her husband, Julia with her camera, and me. Each step saw the slippery fabric begin to slip inch by inch off her left shoulder. Black straps from her bra became visible. The loosened fabric hung lower on her chest, exposing even more of her D-cup magnificence. I think I must have been holding my breath the whole time as I gazed at this 44 year-old California woman readying herself to take her dress off, partly for my benefit. She returned to her stance just in front of Gwen for the final coup-de-grace. Hunching her shoulders forward she let her dress fall from her tits clear to the floor. With the toe of her high heel she picked up the dress and flung it expertly my way. It landed partially across my lap and across the arm of the easy chair. "There you go, Hal. The first glance at what a sexy woman really looks like." I had to admit to myself that I was indeed very impressed. Not only were her bounteous tits straining at the soft black bra's constricting dimensions, but she had on matching panties, garter belt, and stockings. The garter had four hooks that hugged her ass and thighs, gripping the tops of her sheer hose. Her panties were a very high cut, thong style, allowing much of her firm ass to glisten in the light. Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised, since she was from California, but it was clear that her tan was very thorough. As of yet I wasn't able to see any whiteness: just that lovely golden soft tan. Her panties weren't quite see-through, but they were very much designed for showing off her womanly assets. The sheer tight material hugged her pussy mound closely, allowing evidence of her bulging labia to show through the soft material, a really delicious looking camel toe. I couldn't help myself. I let my right hand wander down to the creamy dress lying across my lap and began to lightly caress my aching cock through all that material. The soft satin felt delicious to my hand as it lightly stroked my groin.
Gwen tried to look cool about it, but I'm sure the display of Sally's large rack held up high and proud in defiance of her own endowments was testing her ability to maintain composure. I needn't have worried. Gwen, even though livid with anger at the intrusion of this west coast interloper onto 'her' turf, was keenly aware of what needed to be done. She laughed out loud, threw her head back, thrusting her tits beacon-straight at Sally's bulging pair. "Boring black, is that the best you can do?" Sally just glared as Gwen went on. "Your tits don't hold a candle to mine." I wasn't so sure. Sally's pair looked awfully big and sexy to me. It didn't take long for her hand to snake around behind her and grasp her own zipper.
She slowly tugged her zipper downwards. As she did I heard Gwen make a sound I had never heard before. She snarled like a big cat. It came across as a bit of a throaty, raspy, sound, coming from deep inside. It was low in tone and both ominous and sexy at the same time. She let it roll slowly to an end, diminishing gradually in its power and volume, ending as a soft purrrrrr. Those R's just rolled so deliciously off her tongue. It was great. Sally didn't react at the sound, but she sure had her eyes glued to Gwen. The zipper hit bottom and she gave her chest a big shake from side to side. By two shakes the dress had left her shoulders and was headed south. Even with the vigorous double shake, the dress didn't descend any further than her tits. The well-supported platform prevented the clingy fabric from falling off. Gwen raised her eyebrows for all of us to see. She gave another quite vigorous shake, but yet the dress only slid an inch or so lower. Her large breasts (and some sort of miraculous friction) were preventing the dress from falling away. She raised her eyebrows again, this time focused on Sally. The next shake sent the dress lower to where only the tiniest portion still clung to the very tips of her bra. Without saying a word Gwen was sending a message that her tits were bigger and better than Sally's. By virtue of the difficulty that the dress had in dropping away, it was apparent that she had done a good job of making her point (points?).
But she didn't stop teasing just yet. She leaned forward as though to let the dress slip away from her tits. But she deftly pinched her elbows in at her sides, providing just enough friction to keep the dress from succumbing to the force of gravity. Bending low her heavy tits flowed forward and down, revealing a most impressive cleavage, emphasized by the arms held in close to her side. I'd never once witnessed the stripper's skill that Gwen was now revealing. By keeping her arms at her sides she carefully walked over to James without losing the dress from its precarious position. "I know your wife thinks she has the best and biggest tits, but I'm about to prove her wrong." With that she let the dress fall away. In an instant it was in a pile on the floor at her feet. We now all had the view we had been waiting for. Gwen's sexy boobs were barely contained within the bra. Somehow it managed to hold those gorgeous globes firmly high and close on her chest. She squeezed her arms together and we watched, mesmerized as her tits squeezed together, bulging out over the top, offering us a clear view of the large expanse of succulent flesh.
I've made love to that woman and those tits hundreds or thousands of times and I have never desired those tits more than I did at that moment. I wanted to bury my head between those glorified mountains and suffocate myself in their soft, smooth flesh. I wished her nipples were poking in my mouth, puckering up under my tonguing and sucking. But all my wishes were playing second fiddle to the fact that I was immensely proud, on top of my horniness, of the fact that she was willing to put her body on the line like this. To dare to match bodies, words, and actions, with another woman; a very sexy woman, was overpoweringly erotic for me. Never mind that she wasn't 25 years old anymore, or that she didn't have a washboard tummy. My thrill was total and I wouldn't have changed a thing. If the other three magically vanished, leaving me with my wife alone, I would have been disappointed. I wanted to witness her confrontation through to whatever conclusion would be. Apparently so did James and Julia. We all watched in breathless silence as the music played softly in the background.
James' eyes seemed to be bulging out of his head as Gwen performed for him. She lifted her left leg like a ballet dancer, and pointed it high to the ceiling, allowing James a perfect view of Gwen's panty-covered crotch. Slowly she lowered her foot to the arm of the chair beside James. "Why don't you be a darling and help me off with my shoes. I don't think I'll need them while I take care of Sally." Her inner thigh was now very open to James stare and I'm sure it was all he could do to concentrate on the job. He managed to remove Gwen's shoe, dropping it on the floor. Gwen then pointed her toe and traced a gentle line across his chest before bringing it back to the floor and allowing James to remove her other shoe in the same manner. James appeared totally mesmerized. I can't say I blamed him.
After the removal of her high heels Gwen exquisitely stooped low enough to pick up her dress as she carefully stepped back. She picked up the dress by the shoulder straps with one hand, letting the length of the dress fall towards the floor. With her other hand she clasped the hem of the dress and in a couple of quick twirls had wrapped two lengths of fabric around each wrist. She now held the dress taut, like a garrote, and tossed it around James' neck. In an instant she had pulled his head hard between her succulent tits. "Get a load of these babies, James. These are the real thing. These are the kind of tits that'll keep a man happy all night long. Too bad you are stuck with LITTLE Miss Muffet over there."
Letting go of James and with a look that threatened to devour me, she headed my way. This was the first time I had a frontal view of my wife's lingerie clad body. "God, how magnificent!" I thought. Her scarlet bra was very feminine and strapless. The cups, which did provide a fair amount of support, were covered in brilliant red fabric, and rose only to a sufficient height to barely cover her nipples. With all the shaking she had just done, a little bit of her light tan colored areolas was peeking out over the top. Her soft smooth skin, white and shiny, gleamed as she walked. Her small curve of a potbelly was not a turn off at all. That little belly disappeared behind the top of her matching scarlet garter belt, which held up her nude hose with 4 hooks. Over that was the sexiest pair of panties I had ever seen grace my wife's body. Equally scarlet, they rode very high up on her hips, with not much more than a string connecting the front and back panels. Oh, those panels. Even though they were scarlet in color, they were sheer: equally as sheer as Sally's. But in the very crotch another panel, of utmost sheerness and transparency, tried to hide her pussy. I'm happy to say that it failed miserably. Now I know why James had been so engrossed with the sight. Gwen's pussy, obviously shaved just today, imparted its divine imprint right through the fabric. The extra sheerness of the crotch panel extended up just far enough to allow a glimpse through to the dark soft pubic hairs that she allowed to remain. The southernmost extent of that formerly quite lush patch of bush was about an inch above the frontal extremity of her pussy lips. I stared in rapturous attention at her approach. She threw her dress around my neck and pulled my head, directly into her abundant cleavage. I smelled her elegant perfume. I savored the delicious texture of her spongy boobs. I closed my eyes, deliriously happy with my current predicament. She shook her tits, walloping the sides of my head with her mighty meaty melons. "You're a very lucky man, Hal; to be a tit-man and to be married to me. I'm about to show Sally-slut here that she doesn't hold a candle to me!"
She pushed me towards the back of my chair, a bit roughly. Sally fumed as could be expected. But Gwen surprised me by not heading back towards Sally. It seems that Julia had maneuvered into position to get Gwen's tits swallowing my face and with quick flourish Gwen garroted Julia's neck, even as the camera was aimed directly at Gwen's face. Julia was caught by surprise. "Get a good close up of my face." She wasn't asking, but demanding. It didn't sound threatening, but there was plenty of confidence in her voice and Julia quickly aimed and clicked from a distance of only a foot or so. As Julia lowered the camera Gwen leaned forward as she pulled Julia's head closer with the dress. Julia was very surprised but didn't resist as Gwen gave her a quick kiss. Well, maybe it wasn't so quick. She let her mouth linger on Julia's lips. When Gwen let the dress fall away behind Julia their lips did not part. Julia didn't return the kiss in any aggressive fashion, but neither did she shy away. Very slowly Gwen pulled back and I watched as Julia's lips parted ever so slightly, the lipstick shared between them causing them to stick together, stretching out just a fraction of an inch before the surface tension broke.
I remembered Sally's hint about Julia whispered to me a few moments before. Now it appeared that it wasn't only Sally that had designs on our photographer. I wondered what Julia was thinking. I sure knew what I was thinking.... Wow!

Continued in Chapter 9

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 9
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 9 - Escalation
The seesaw battle of first one and then the other lady putting on a little show was exciting as hell for me. It was almost as if the women were stretching out the preliminaries on purpose. Maybe they were. I suspected at this point that things were about to change. I couldn't have choreographed this event any better. Considering the two women's obvious enmity for each other, the fact that this had lasted so long already was a bit surprising to me, but I wasn't directing any of this. Solely the two women, who alone would determine the direction of their confrontation, dictated this action.
Gwen happily waltzed back over to stand in front of the bitter-faced Sally. The sight of the two lingerie clad middle-aged beauties facing each other was fabulous.
Sally's venom tongue got things moving right away. "That was all fine and dandy, but now you're going to have to deal with ME, and THESE!" She very quickly reached behind and undid the clasp of her black bra. In less time than it takes to tell it she had her bra tossed on the floor and was topless in front of us. She lifted her arms above her head and slowly turned her body around, giving wonderful emphasis to her expansive tits. They were marvelous. Tanned completely, evidently courtesy of some New England tanning salon, they were thick, elliptical orbs. Their weight was obvious, even with her arms stretched up overhead, but it appeared they were quite firm. When she had turned all the way around and let her arms drop to her hips where she placed them with a flourish and a distinct jut of her hip she watched for Gwen's reaction. With her arms down I could see that there was some sag to her lovely orbs. Firm, yes, but not enough to eliminate the sag of such large tits. Natural beauties, they were for sure. Her areolas were not overly large, considering the size of her tits. They were a bright rich brown in color, with edges that were crisp and perfectly circular. They were like targets with her nipples as the bulls eye. Her nipples were hardening up, puckered nicely, and pointing directly at my wife. "Let's see what you've got, slut."
"What I've got is a pair of tits that'll put you to shame." She reached behind her back and quickly managed to unhook the scarlet bra, tossing it aside. My wife's tits were now fully exposed. "Come take a look." She motioned for both James and me. Of course Julia stepped close and got a great view of the tits facing off from just three or four inches apart. James and I dutifully got up and closed in on the tit comparison. My mind was working overtime trying to determine whose were really the biggest. Evidently it was important to Gwen that her tits be proven superior. Well, it certainly wasn't easy to tell. Visually they looked nearly the same size. Gwen's were a little more globular in shape, while Sally's protruded a little more like torpedoes. Gwen's areolas are lighter in color, but much wider. When they pucker up her nipples get very thick and lovely. Now they were definitely in 'growth' mode. Her nipples were clearly thicker than Sally's but not any longer. Judging the overall size of their tits wasn't easy. My Gwen's seemed to hang a little lower on her chest, but they were very massive. Gwen was about two inches taller than Sally and her shoulders were definitely wider. Sally's smaller frame seemed to make her tits look comparatively larger when seen alone, but now that they were tit-to-tit it seemed to me that my wife's tits were just a tad bit larger. I could see the consternation on Sally's face. Evidently she too could see the slight deficiency in mass.
Gwen glowed as she commented on the comparison, "See how much bigger and nicer my tits are?"
Sally wasn't taking that without a retort. "Your saggy tits are not even remotely a match for my beauties. My tits are just as big as yours. They are nicer colored, firmer, and better shaped than your over-the-hill cowbags."
Gwen: "Look at my nipples. Look at yours. Your skinny nipples look like needles. My nips are thick and succulent, far superior to yours."
"Standing here and talking about our tits won't settle anything. If you're a real woman you'll let your tits do the talking. My tits will prove your tits worthless bags. Get out of the way so we can have room to move." She directed her comment at the three of us who were drooling at the mammary match up.
I had been gazing over Julia's shoulder as she continued to snap close-ups of their tits. Before I could step back, Julia edged backwards, her ass bumping into my groin. With my cock rigidly straining against the front of my pants (Julia must have known that) I felt the firm pressure of her ass. My hormonal instinct overcame me and I gave just the slightest little lunge forward. Her ass held firm. Keeping up the contact between us she gave a very quick, but discrete wiggle of her ass. The sequence didn't last more than two seconds, but it made very clear that there weren't just 4 horny people in the room. I was positive that none of the others noticed what we had done.
Sally and Gwen now stood staring into each other's eyes. Sally's hair had been up all evening, but now she decided to release her blonde locks from their confinement. She arched her tits forward as she reached up and removed the hair accessory that had held it twirled atop her head. With a shake she let her hair fall away. Her blonde tresses hung to just beyond shoulder length. Having left its perch it now looked a little wild. The wildness of her hair gave her just a bit more menacing look than she had moments before. Gwen looked menacing enough already, with her hair askew in that youngish modern style. She kicked off her high heels, bringing her back down to slightly shorter than Gwen.
Sally boasted, "You are no match for me. I'll have you begging for more of me and then I'll have you begging me to stop. You'll be my sex-slave bitch and I'll be loving it."
"We'll just see now won't we?" With that Gwen lunged her chest forward, smashing into Sally's tits. "Feel my tits smash your ugly bags."
"I don't feel much of anything." Sally grunted out her words as she pushed her chest back at Gwen.
In an instant a pushing match started. Using their tits they bored into each other, compressing the bountiful fleshy milk bags deliciously. The wild hair, the sexy lingerie, the high heels, the musky perfumes, and the fact that these two rivals from opposite sides of the country were now finally engaged physically had me so aroused erotically that I threw my usual inhibitions out the window (figuratively). I unlaced and removed my shoes. The room was quite warm (I had turned the thermostat up early in the afternoon when we arrived), so I took off my shirt. My cock strained at my boxers and my suit pants, demanding attention. Without even thinking I began lightly stroking my cock. The best show of my life was underway.
Gwen grimaced as she thrust her tits into Sally's. She used her height and slight weight advantage to push Sally backwards. Sally wasn't giving ground easily, but Gwen managed to cause her to stagger back step after step. Their tits compressed and bulged outwards from the pressure. I loved the sight of my wife's fleshy tit bags bulging out towards me as she challenged the firmer tits hanging from Sally's chest. The shape of Sally's tits and their firmer configuration gave her an advantage here. It looked like her tits were actually boring into Gwen's monsters. But that didn't stop Gwen. She bore ahead, leaning forward with all her might as Sally pushed back; three steps, four steps, and back some more. Gwen had Sally up against the wall just beside the fireplace and continued to push and grind her tits into Sally's. Sally was in a predicament but she wasn't about to let Gwen keep the initiative gained. She threw her arms around Gwen and began a bear hug that compressed their tits even more. Then she leaned her face forward and mashed her mouth against Gwen. I think that it must have caught Gwen by surprise, but if it did she recovered quite quickly and the kiss was returned. In an instant I witnessed their mouths open, tongues darting this way and that, sucking first one tongue and then the other.
This went on for at least a minute, Gwen still forcing Sally up against the wall, breasts smashed together, grinding away. I was struck by how much relish Gwen put into her kisses. It was exciting for me to watch as her tongue dove inside Sally's mouth, pushed deeply and then twisted and twirled in dalliance with Sally's equally active tongue. I watched as Gwen followed the entire contours of Sally's painted lips, discovering every nuance of texture and taste. I also was transfixed when Gwen would suck Sally's tongue deep inside her mouth, vacuuming it in without mercy. Of course Sally was giving just as much hot tongue action. This was no one-sided affair. But it was Gwen I watched. My wife, the faithful loving mother, at age 50 was now crossing one boundary after another and I loved her for her daring and sharing. I could see her doe-brown eyes peering into Sally's baby blues. I wondered what sort of inaudible messages were being passed. I just knew it was more than I could comprehend. As much enmity as most surely existed between Sally and Gwen, it was certain that a solid core of lust was ensconced within both women. Thank God, I thought!
Gwen was not relenting in her forceful drive towards the wall. I let my eyes wander downward, noting their sexy legs matched up very nicely. The heels, the hose, the garter belts, and the contrasting skin tone and color made for a very sexy sight. Gwen's red on white, and Sally's black on tan, was scrumptious eye candy. I even think Julia was noting the glorious contrasts as she took her camera lower for a zoomed in shot of their legs and garters.
Each woman had plenty of ass showing and Sally directed her next move against Gwen's very delectable ass. Her left hand dropped down and grabbed a solid handful of Gwen's sweet bun and kneaded it between her fingers. I couldn't see over to the far side, but I presumed she was doing the same over there. I loved watching Sally's fingers plying the soft, curvy contours of Gwen's never-been-touched-by-a-woman-before behind. I thought I saw a glint of surprise in Gwen's eyes.
Sensing the need for change, I suppose, she let up on her tit-to-tit attack just enough to lower her own hands towards Sally's ass. The kissing continued, tongues jousting aggressively within each other's mouth. Their hands now just as aggressively pulled and twisted ass-flesh for whatever purpose lay hidden within the combatant's minds. Sally seemed to be quite motivated. Her kisses were very hot and lusty. Her breathing seemed loud and staccato. Her hands worked over Gwen's butt cheeks feverishly. I think it must have been a ploy, because just as I was noticing her seemingly passionate mood, her right leg snaked around behind Gwen's left and with a quick push from the wall she tripped Gwen who fell backwards with Sally crashing down on top of her.
I don't think the blow literally knocked the wind out of Gwen, but it was a very solid blow on the floor and Gwen was stunned. Sally quickly slid her body upwards on top of Gwen, planting her massive tits over Gwen's face. Pressing down she began to tit-smother Gwen. For several seconds Gwen just lay there, either from still being stunned by the fall, or because she thought that Sally's move was only temporary. It soon became evident that Sally was fully intent on suffocating/humiliating Gwen with a titty face wash. Her legs had straddled around Gwen's body and she clamped onto Sally's wrists with her hands. It wasn't looking good for Gwen.
Gwen finally began to thrash underneath Sally, attempting to throw her off. Her first efforts were not very successful, until her arms thrashing about, even while in the grip of Sally's fingers, managed to grasp onto Sally's blonde hair. With a vicious jerk, she yanked Sally to her right and arched her back, managing to toss her off. She gasped for breath even as she rolled over to try to gain the top position over Sally. Now the two were equally matched and they rolled and rolled around on the floor for quite a while, each having a small advantage momentarily, only to see it reversed quite quickly. The effort expended, as evidenced by the huffing and puffing for air, quickly slowed the conflict. Neither woman had spoken, just plenty of grunts and groans and little small shrieks. I wondered who might have the greater endurance now that it looked more and more like a catfight.
Each ended up with a grip on the other's left wrist. Legs were intertwined, looking very, very sexy, I might add, with the stockings and garters and thongs all tight and tangled. Finally Sally ended up on top of Gwen again, only this time she wasn't in position to use her big tits in Gwen's face. I just knew that having fallen victim to such treatment from Sally that revenge had to be on Gwen's mind. But for now she remained beneath Sally, even though Sally wasn't really able to take advantage. Sally used her body to thwart Gwen's half-energetic attempts to toss her off. Each time Gwen would rise up her hips and lurch one way or the other, Sally would mirror the move and use her weight to keep on top. What this did though was present a wonderfully sexy sight for the three of us. At first their heads were sort of close to me, and their legs were towards my left and James. I noted James' rapt attention as they bucked their panty-clad torsos together: Gwen from the bottom and Sally on top. Usually both had their legs wide for power and stability. I just knew James was getting a real eyeful of their barely covered beavers. Lucky dog!
Sally managed to offer her first words. She spoke from her perch atop my wife; their bodies sweaty and plastered together on the floor. "You ready to give yet?"
"Fuck you. This is a long way from over bitch!"
With that Gwen resumed her bucking bronco routine, trying to throw off her 'rider.' Sally seemed an expert rider though, and all it seemed to do was reposition the battle to new areas of the floor. Eventually they had changed position enough that their feet were more nearly in my direction and I could watch the heavenly sight of my wife's pussy pushing up against her foe, often pussy-to-pussy through the sheerest panties.
Keenly aware of what was going on Julia stepped close and with a questioning look at me as if to ask if she could 'get the shot' I was so interested in. I nodded and Julia squatted low to the floor in front of me and aimed her camera directly at the confluence of the two women's crotches. I could see from the digital display that she zoomed right in and could capture the magnificent sight, including the clear outline of their pussy lips and even the dampness that was beginning to saturate the fabric. It hadn't really occurred to me earlier that such a view might only be of interest to me (or another man), but when Julia clearly recognized the erotic nature of this, I was very pleased that she was performing her role so passionately. I leaned over her shoulder (again), intent on watching the hot bouncy action. My left hand remained firmly planted on my crotch but my right hand nestled into the small of Julia's back as she continued to crouch on the carpet in front of me. My hand glided across the soft white blouse, gathering more and more daring as it was met with complete stillness (acceptance?) from Julia. My face was just behind and beside her head peering alternately at her screen and the 'live' action as my hand massaged the lower back underneath my fingers. If anyone would have asked me a few hours before if I was capable of this, I would have been truthful in telling them no. But these circumstances had thrown my whole reality out the window. I couldn't seem to help myself. I had no idea what might become of this kind of action, but I continued just because I could. Julia's mute acceptance made me all the more excited by what was going on. My hand rubbed her back some more, even finding the clasp of her bra through the fabric. I toyed with it, not really attempting to unfasten anything, but to impart a definite erotic motive to Julia. Thank God she remained still. My hand followed the soft inward curve of her back downward. I found the elastic boundary of her dress. My eyes were still glued to Sally and Gwen bucking and bouncing for a moment, only to be followed by the rest they both seemed to need. But my hand was not resting. First I traced the middle path, down the crease of her dress gently pressing between her cheeks. I used just a trace of pressure. It was enough that it certainly would have been noticed, but not enough to force some sort of reaction. My breathing must have been pretty ragged at this point, but I still noted a couple of things about the situation. Julia must have put some perfume on her neck or just behind her ear, because I felt almost intoxicated by the wonderful aroma. The other thing I noted was that Julia's knees were spread apart for balance and the hem of her dress had ridden up her thighs. If either Gwen or Sally had turned around they would have been afforded a pretty nice beaver shot up Julia's dress. I didn't know if that was an accident or if it was a signal, but my lust-craved mind noted it anyway. There was a lull in the action on the floor as I let my hand elevate back to the elastic band of Julia's dress. Some robot must have been in control because I sure couldn't manage to stop what I did next. First one finger, then two found their way beneath the elastic. I slid my fingers back and forth across the fabric sandwich. My mind was telling me I HAD to feel her panties. Carefully, ever so carefully I pinched a bit of her blouse between my fingers and pulled it out of her dress. My whole hand snaked down inside Julia's dress. It required me to twist my hand awkwardly around to face her back as I pointed my fingers downward. I immediately felt the silky smooth fabric of Julia's panties. I wondered what color they were. I wondered about the pussy deep underneath, aching that my hand could dive down there without guilt. How was it that I had this intense illicit longing for Julia, even as my wife was putting her entire soul and being on the line before my very eyes? I knew it was wrong, but I literally couldn't help myself. The fact that it was a secret from the others, who were so close, just made it all the more tantalizing to me. I let my middle finger push down the cleft between her cheeks, wiggling ever so slightly as it descended farther and farther. My progress was slow, very slow, but relentless. Julia didn't make a move or sound, but she managed to snap a couple more pictures even as my finger was reaching the obvious target of my probing. Even though there was thin panty material between my fingers and her butt, I could begin to feel the heat and dampness of the forbidden target of my lust. Some liquid had seeped from her pussy clear back to her anal area. I could feel the distinct wetness of her panties as I pressed my middle finger against the target. I wiggled my finger gently but firmly against her anus, pressing the fabric directly into her puckered hole. It was barely perceptible but I KNOW I felt her ass wiggle just a small amount. Shit! I thought how wicked I was. How wicked was Julia? But I didn't care. I didn't know what I would do next, but believe me I was intent on exploiting the predicament Julia was in, even as my wife renewed her bucking effort to unseat the hated Sally. But my probing and my desires were dashed for the time being. Action on the floor dictated that I quickly withdraw my hand.
While my probing had been escalating, the lull in action between Sally and Gwen was about to end. Both seemed to have re-gathered some of her strength and energy. What I (we all, I suspect) had noticed as Gwen bucked her hips up to try to unseat Sally was that the hip motions had seemed to migrate more towards direct pushing attacks on Sally's pussy mound with her own. It was as if her pussy was 'seeking' Sally's. Before long it appeared that Sally's was 'seeking' Gwen's in return. Oh, they were still grunting and groaning. But a definite shift in focus was occurring. One of Gwen's pushes made pretty direct contact with Sally's pussy as Gwen grunted a long sonorous "Uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh" as she pushed upward with all her might. She didn't wildly buck, just a very strong push. Sally's response was VERY encouraging (to me!!!). She had made a small grunt at the beginning of Gwen's upward thrust, but as Gwen's energy subsided, Sally let go with a burst of her own energy. She slammed her pussy mound downward in perfect recoil. She bumped her hips in a rigorous rocking motion; a perfect humping rhythm of four jabs. With each jab and contact between her own pussy mound and the barely clad mound beneath her she let forth her own grunts. In perfect timing with her thrusts she went, "Unnnnnnnnnhhh. Unnnnnnnnnhh. Unnnnnnnnnhh. Unnnnnnnnnh."
In ancient guttural language she was telling my wife that whatever fucking motion she could do, Sally could fuck right back even better.
That whole scenario was repeated a second time. Gwen grunting and pushing her mound against Sally's on the way up, and Sally pounding down four or five times as Gwen's up-thrust subsided. Each time the grunts were identical to the first time. I sensed that I ought to be paying attention to this just as I had my finger probing Julia's panty-covered anus.
It was then that Gwen managed to unseat Sally. When she pushed her pussy up against Sally's mound again, grunting as before, she was ready for Sally's repetitive fuck-retaliation. Just as Sally focused her attention on slamming her pussy back against Gwen, Gwen was able to grab Sally's hair and with a big yank to her right as her body shifted ever so slightly to the left she rolled Sally off. Arms flew wildly between them and Sally's legs swung around to regain control of Gwen, but Gwen was a little bit too quick. It was Gwen who had managed to get her legs around the waist of Sally and began a deliciously strong scissors, causing Sally to wince from the pain and pressure. Sally grasped at Gwen, but only managed to neutralize Gwen's arms with her own. Sally's legs were flailing about but were ineffective in finding a target. The surge of energy subsided and the two rested in place.
After the short pause for sucking in more air, Gwen, with a big yank, pulled her left hand loose from Sally's grip. She instantly dove for Sally's pussy. Instead of attacking though, she massaged it with her fingers through the fabric. "Oh, gosh Sally," Gwen taunted in mock surprise, "It seems you're all wet. I guess you just have real craving for me, don't you?" She emphasized the word 'craving.' Her hand flew at Sally's pussy, rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing. Her fingers were a blur as they found Sally's clit through the now saturated panties. The black fabric was plainly wet, not only visibly, but audibly as well. Every finger thrust gave off squishy sounds that we all could recognize as evidence of Sally's lubrication.
Sally's free hand found one of my wife's tits and began to knead it roughly. I wouldn't call it a vicious attack, but more a power-fondle. I think Gwen must have let up somewhat on the force of her scissors, but she didn't let Sally free. Sally shook Gwen's other hand free of her wrist and she went after Gwen's other boob. Gwen retaliated with her free hand going for Sally's left breast. Gwen's hand was racing over Sally's pussy, giving us quite a concert of squishy lubrication music. God, how I loved this! Sally's hips began to move. Even with the restriction caused by Gwen's legs around her waist, she was able to gyrate her hips in what was obviously becoming accommodation for Gwen's fingers. "Mmmmmmmmm. I'm going to make you cum, you slut-bitch. Nothing but putty between my fingers, that's all you are. You want it. You want it bad. Tell me you want it. Go on, tell us how bad you want me!"
"Fuck you!"
Sally's current predicament didn't make her any less combative, but it was clear that her body was reacting to her predicament in its own way. Her breathing became more ragged, even as she toyed with Gwen's big nipples, pulling them one way and then the other. She pinched them between her thumb and fingers. She twisted them roughly. It must have hurt, but all it did to Gwen was cause her to rub even faster and harder. She too, was giving Sally's left tit a real working over. The same that she was getting from Sally she was giving right back. If Sally pulled her nipples out far, Gwen would retaliate, albeit with only one. All this didn't slow the obvious progression of Sally's arousal. Her hips began to jerk a bit more erratically. She pushed her pussy up against Gwen's rapidly moving fingers. Gwen paused to give Sally's wide-open legs a slap directly on her pussy. Then she resumed her foray of masturbating Sally through her thin black panties. Sally let out a gasp with the slap, but she continued to buck and grind her pussy at the invading hand. Gwen was in a partially sitting position, trying to reach both Sally's tit and keep her hand at work trying to bring Sally off. This must have been tiring for her because she let go of Sally's tit to use her right hand to hold herself up. Sally could have knocked her off balance at that point, but instead she kept up her tit-tweaking fun, evidently accepting her fate. Either that or she just didn't notice the chance being provided.
Sally began to moan, low guttural sounds, animalistic from deep in her throat. Her hips began to rocket in spasms of delight as her orgasm blasted through her pussy. We could all still hear the very wet sloshing sounds even as Sally's screams permeated the room. Having never been a woman, I couldn't tell you what it felt like to her, but it sure seemed to me to be a very powerful and fulfilling orgasm. Gwen's hand never let up until the last faint cries of bliss faded from Sally's lips and her hips convulsed for the last time.
"Score one for Gwen," I thought.

continued in Chapter 10

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 10
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 10 - Down but Not Out
I watched Julia take a very deep breath and step back from the position from which she had been recording the images. She had definitely gotten into the mood of the evening, even so far as capturing close-ups of Gwen's hand giving Sally's pussy the business, and much of the nipple attacks as well. She didn't seem to need any guidance from me regarding what would be the most erotic or memorable shot to make. I was also reminded of our secret forbidden play from a few minutes before. I wondered just how turned on she might be, beneath that stoic demeanor she showed.
"Well, are you ready to get the hell out of here and mind your manners now?" Gwen's arrogance was clearly evident as she asked Sally the question as she slowly let her scissors relax. The fighters were clearly wary of each other even as they released their mutual grips. Gwen's legs opened to allow Sally to suspiciously pull away from her confinement.
"You must be one stupid cxnt, if you think things are settled between us. One piddly orgasm doesn't make a surrender. I've got a lot more in mind for you, before this is over!" Sally firmly indicated her defiance of Gwen.
"What the hell makes you think the next time will be any different? I'm more woman than you can handle and I've already proved it! But if you think you're ready for more of what I intend to dish out then so be it." She turned her attention to me and demanded, "Get me a beer. I need a drink. If you're a gentleman you'll offer our 'guests' one too." She really spewed out the word guests. Emphasizing her disdain for Sally.
Ever quick to follow orders, I jumped up and headed to the fridge. I asked who else wanted something to drink. All three asked for beer, so I rounded up five bottles, opened all and returned to the arena and handed a beer to each. James thanked me. I noted his pants were tented up in front and it was only then that I realized that my bone was pretty prominently pushing out against the front of my own pants. When I handed Gwen her beer, she didn't even say thanks, but just took a big long swig. I gave Sally her beer and she nodded her thanks. I set my own beer down and took the last one to Julia, who let her eyes drift southward towards my crotch. As I handed the beer to her she let her eyes climb slowly back up to meet mine. She spoke almost inaudibly, not quite a whisper, "Thank you."
It was very evident that she had used the opportunity of the beer delivery to make a double-entendre. I didn't want to spoil the mood of sexy hostility between the two women, so I just raised my glass over towards James and offered a soft, "Cheers."
"Cheers yourself, Hal." James raised his glass and the twinkle in his eye as he quaffed his beer gave away his own delight at the turn of events tonight.
What would be next I wondered? I knew enough not to let my own horny thoughts intrude on the two women. So far at least they themselves had proved wondrously adept at staging erotic entertainment for me. It probably wasn't their goal, but it certainly had worked out that way. I noted Julia. She had removed her glasses, revealing ever so slightly a bit more of her pretty face. She lifted the bottle and as I watched, she gave the rim of the bottle a soft round lick with the tip of her tongue. She had made sure no one else was watching except me. Then she took a sip and set the bottle down. "Shit, what am I getting myself into?" I thought. Julia was very discrete, but yet I couldn't be sure that neither she nor I wouldn't somehow make a wrong move and destroy the moment by letting our forbidden secret out. But one thing for sure, I wasn't able to put Julia out of my mind.
Sally only took a couple of sips. She watched Gwen down almost half the bottle when she offered up her challenge. "Whenever the 'lush' is ready, I'll begin my lesson."
"Oh, the loser speaks. Just what the fuck kind of lesson does she think she is capable of giving? I certainly don't need any lessons from her!" Gwen spoke of Sally in the third person, as if she wasn't in the room. She set down her bottle and turned directly to face Sally. Both women had been sitting on the floor during the break. Sally put down her bottle as well.
"What you need and what you get are sometimes two quite different things, bitch." Sally slowly pushed her legs straight out towards Gwen. She put her hands on the sides of her thong and slowly inched them downward. When she lowered them as far as she could go she spoke, even as she continued removing her panties. "If you want to prove yourself a better woman then there is no better way than cxnt to cxnt." She emphasized the words 'cxnt to cxnt,' letting them ring out in lewd challenge. "If you're so goddamned sexy, then you better be able to prove it with the center of your womanhood." By the time she had finished she had lifted her ass from the floor and slid her panties down to her ankles. "What do you say, cxnt?" She finished with a strong emphasis on the word cxnt. Then she ever so exquisitely wrapped her panties in a ball, sniffed them deeply, savoring their aroma, before flinging them at Gwen. What an aim! The challenge couldn't have been more eloquently or elegantly laid out. Her panties hit Gwen directly in the face, with a stitch of fabric catching in some of Gwen's hair, causing them to just hang for a split second across her face, before Gwen could grab them off.
I could see the obvious impact of Sally's challenge on Gwen. We watched the blood boiling inside. I don't think any of us doubted she would accept, but until she spoke it was only conjecture.
"Maybe you think this is some sort of game? We'll just play around with each other and then go on our merry ways. But I distinctly remember telling you earlier that after I won, I would claim my prize." She looked over at James. "I even think I heard you whisper your intent as well." She was referring to Sally's desire to claim me as her prize. "But you can't be serious if you think challenging my pussy with your slimy clam is the smart thing to do. I'll destroy you." As she finished the last sentence she began to lower her own miniscule panties. I was holding my breath. I think James and Julia were doing the same. One could have heard a pin drop. My hard-on was practically boring a hole in my pants. Gwen inched her panties lower until they hung on her ankle. She deftly placed one thong loop across her big toe and then with her right hand she pulled the other thong loop back, stretching the elastic like a rubber band. Her toe pointed menacingly at Sally a few feet away. Zap! She let go and the thong flew straight to its mark. Even though she had seen it coming, Sally didn't try to catch the panties. They hit her square in the face before dropping onto her tits. Her sense of chivalry must have been intact. The two ladies certainly had a flair for the drama of it all. I only wished right now that the sequence I had just witnessed had been captured on video instead of just still photos. I'm sure that Julia got what went on with a sequence of shots, but the drama would clearly have been more evident with video. Oh well, I didn't have time to pine over that loss. The ladies made sure of that.

Continues in Chapter 11

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 11
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 11 - Clash of Womanhood
"How sweet. Considering the stakes, I think our audience," Sally nodded at the three of us, "deserves to see your pussy before it has been devoured by my superior twat. Why don't we give them a show so they can compare the 'before' and the 'after?' It may be the last time your pussy is ever worth looking at!" She spat out the words, knowing full well that Gwen would leap at the chance to show off her pussy.
"Well we certainly don't want any secrets here now do we?" Gwen turned to face in our direction. She wasted no time by leaning back onto the floor and spreading her legs wide, feet flat on the floor, and knees pointing up. Sally slid over beside her on her haunches and laid spread eagle beside Gwen. Julia was ready. She took a few shots of the pair using her big camera and then grabbed the smaller camera and knelt on the floor for some wickedly close shots of two fine pussies.
James had stepped over a little closer his cock straining at his pants notably obvious. "Hey sweetie," Sally called out to James, "Since you can't pretend to not be enjoying this," referring to his erection, "why do you still have your pants on?"
She looked at me next, sending the message to me as well.
"Don't forget about Julia," Sally looked at the photographer kneeling between her legs. It appeared that from Gwen's angle she was getting a glimpse up Julia's dress. I could only surmise what she saw, but in any event she felt that if James and I were being prodded to take our pants off, that Julia should be allowed the same kind of latitude. "There's no reason she has to be the only stick in the mud."
Julia backed out of the way so James and I could get a real good look at the two pussies about to tangle with each other. James bent low, as did I. Sally sent her fingers on a mission. They slid down her torso, crossing her tummy, entering the zone of forbidden pleasure. Finally there was some white skin. Obviously Sally wore the tiniest of G-string type thong when she went tanning, because only a tiny triangle of un-tanned skin above her pussy was evident. That small patch of skin was covered with delicately trimmed and sexy blonde hair. "She really is a true blonde," I noted. Her fingers played with those blonde pubes as they slowly worked lower. My eyes were transfixed on her pussy as she slid her index finger to the very tip of her labia. All was shaven smooth from that point on. No pubic hairs could be seen anywhere around her pussy lips. Her finger made a pass down to the lower end of her pussy and then made a return trip north. Upon arriving at the junction she carefully parted her lips and slid her finger down the length of her clitoris. Her clit was prominent if not huge. I wondered if it was at full mast. Now with her other hand she pulled her pussy lips to the left as her finger pulled the other lip to the right, exposing her shiny wet pink hole. She let her fingers slip away from her pussy and the thick labia lips fell back into place for a moment. Then without using her hands they wiggled ever so slightly against each other. Like a person who rubs their hands together to get them warm after coming inside from the cold, her thick lips slid in opposition to each other just a few millimeters. I'd never seen a woman be able to do that before. Her finger dipped down between those lips and she inserted it three knuckles deep. Pulling out a very wet finger she toyed with her clit. I was thinking, "Ahhh, Sally's clit, a true object of desire." It protruded delicately from between her labia, drifting down like a lovely morsel, begging to be eaten. Her lips were thick and protruding. I had to stop myself from dreaming. I guess Sally was certainly getting her wish. She had made me desire her lovely pussy. I could go on and on but suffice it to say that she certainly had a lovely, desirable pussy.
Of course my wife wasn't inactive. She had been giving a show of her own. James and I both had a case of tennis match neck strain. First our head would turn one way to watch one woman and then bounce back to watch the other. What a deliciously tense moment. The two women were putting their most private possession on display, each aching for some sort of confirmation that she had the superior equipment between her legs. I know for my part, and I suspect for James as well, that neither of us intended to make any derogatory comments, so we didn't. We each oohed and aaahed appropriately as the ladies opened up for us (literally).
Gwen was now showing off her most private part; a pussy that only I, and her doctors and nurses had seen for more than 27 years. Gwen's pussy was newly shaved. Her baby smooth lips remained tightly sealed until she used her fingers to delve inside and prod her labia apart. Glorious, just glorious, I thought as I watched, seemingly for the first time her fingers play with her femininity. She darted two fingers inside her creamy slew and used them both to diddle her clit from either side. Gwen's clit seemed to sprout before our very eyes. I heard Julia snap off a few shots as she zoomed in on Gwen's pleasure bud. The flaps of skin that descended toward her cxnt were ablaze in rich red blood. They glowed it seemed in the light (remember we had lots of light, courtesy of the bouncing floods).
Each lady had given us plenty of food for thought. I don't know if appearances would have much to do with the ensuing battle however, but it sure made for a heady atmosphere. One aspect of that atmosphere was now most certainly evident. With the digital probing and the double impact of these two horny women preparing their sex-hungry bodies, the smell in the room was changing. It was easy to notice the powerful perfume. No, it was not the kind from a bottle, it was the kind from between a woman's legs. It was powerful and pungent, intoxicating and dangerous. As I leaned close to the two pussies I noted the subtle differences in aroma. Like a buck chasing a doe, I curled my lip up to funnel as much of the feminine odor molecules as possible into my nostrils. I almost passed out from the pleasure.
That odor would be with us from now on. I could tell Julia recognized it too and she wasn't turned off, either. I looked over to see her sit down briefly and take off her shoes. It was very warm in the room, probably at least 80 degrees. Not only were there still visible drops of sweat on our gladiatrixes, but the rest of us were beginning to feel the heat too; sexual heat. It was out of control. Sally and Gwen were the brew masters, but the rest of us were caught up just as sure as its cold outside in February.
It only lasted two or three minutes, but the pussy show was a powerful, powerful, aphrodisiac. I tossed off my undershirt. I started to unbuckle my pants and I noted that James was already ahead of me. His pants were off and his boxers were very evidently having a hard time holding in the bundle of manhood. As my pants came off I very pleasantly noted that even our photographer was succumbing to the heat. After her shoes were tossed aside, Julia had slid out of her dress. I couldn't believe my eyes. Julia stood there in her pull-up hose (without garters), blouse, bra, and stylish white panties. I watched as Julia's hand found her pussy and gave it a firm rub. Next came her blouse. She unashamedly unbuttoned it, not caring that the four of us could see. She tossed it aside revealing her white bra. She smiled as she nodded at Sally who had moments before seemed to give her permission to get comfortable. I don't know what everyone else saw, but I sure as hell focused on the breasts that so nicely filled out a bra that was probably a D-cup (number 3 in the room). How strange it must have seemed for her to watch the two women boast, battle, and fight over their respective tits, when the silent girl in the corner might be just as well endowed. I couldn't be sure, but with the conservative coat and blouse out of the way there was certainly a considerable top-heavy look to our lady photographer.
I just stood there with my pants in my hands watching Julia. Gwen took a bit of initiative and stepped over to the mattress we had brought into the room. She pulled it over directly in front of my chair. James pulled his chair around to the other side of the mattress. Julia stood on one end, camera in one hand. Her other hand was busy elsewhere.
Gwen stepped onto the mattress. Sally grabbed some pillows from the pile and tossed them onto the mattress. Evidently they wanted to be comfortable so they could focus on their duel.
Before I could even sit down after removing my pants Gwen growled, "You ready, slut?"
"I'm ready and my pussy is ready. Get down here." Sally dropped to the mattress and opened her legs.
"I'm going to fuck you silly, slut." Gwen growled again as she lowered herself opposite Sally.
"Quit talking and...," Sally needn't finish because Gwen was done talking. She had aligned her legs opposite Sally's and was already charging ahead. Sally stopped mid-sentence and shot her hips forward to meet the onrushing Gwen.
\Smack! The surprising sound of two wet pussies colliding startled me. I hadn't quite been prepared for the power of their anger, at least in terms of their willingness to use their very sensitive and private parts to attack. It didn't seem to faze the women however. Again and again they pulled back and slammed their pussies together. I watched as Sally grunted in pain by the fourth collision. By the sixth collision Gwen was grimacing in pain as well. Their bodies hit a rhythm of mutual attack, but the power and damage of the collisions eventually subsided as if by mutual consent. Certainly they would have risked considerable pain had they continued. I could see both women's pussies were very red and flushed. Sally's lips were even more pronounced than before. Her clit was plainly visible as she aimed at her target and slammed away at my wife's pussy. Gwen pulled a pillow up close behind her for support and she met Sally's latest thrust with a firm push of her hips, but instead of pulling back for a return blow she held her ground against Sally. Sally sort of snarled at the change of pace and Gwen snarled right back. Not words really, just crude sounds reflective of the anger and lust so primitively coming to the surface.
As they kept their pussies locked up and their actions transformed into lusty grinding I couldn't help myself. I got off my chair and moved closer to the ladies so I could watch the interlocking pussies from closer. I didn't figure they would care. After all, Julia had already been darting in close for her own digital looks. My knees were only a few inches from their legs as they ground against each other. The overpowering sexuality was removing every last vestige of inhibitions. James cock was out of his boxers and getting a solid workout from his right hand. Between shots, Julia couldn't contain herself either, her hand not only rubbed and rubbed her pussy through her panties, but she even slid her hand down inside for even more intimate exploration. Finally I could take no more and I pulled my own cock out of my pants as I knelt beside the ladies. I knew I was so damn horny that I didn't dare pull myself too much or I'd risk shooting my wad.
I leaned over close to see my wife's pussy slide across the breadth of Sally's crotch. Her labia lips caught on Sally's and pulled them in her direction of motion. Then they slipped apart as if by recoil. She returned the other way as Sally met the motion with her own countering movement. Back and forth from side to side I watched the two slippery pussies tussle and parry for some sort of feminine advantage. I had no idea who was 'winning.' I just knew it was erotic as hell for me.
Sally grunted a bit as she jousted with Gwen for some sort of advantage of alignment. I couldn't tell what the objective was, I just knew that every move against the other pussy was contentious. Whatever movement one seemed to want, the other seemed to want another. It must have been deliciously exciting to them, even as they contested every move, intent on the imperative they each felt: WINNING!
Sally got her voice back. "So, slut. It looks like your husband is getting anxious to get to know a REAL pussy. How does that make you feel?"
"Fuck you, cxnt! He's just excited watching my pussy teach yours a lesson."
"Ha! You're pussy isn't teaching, it's just getting enrolled in grammar school. I'm the one with the Ph.D."
"You live in some California Dreamin land. My pussy will have you cumming and screaming my name. You'll cum just like you did before and it will be because you want me so badly. You can't help yourself. You want me and you want my pussy!" Gwen and Sally carried on for awhile with heated banter like this, each diminishing the sexuality of the other. Each relishing the power and confidence they felt. It didn't seem to me as if either lady was bluffing. I'm sure they each BELIEVED she was superior.
Julia crouched low for some more pictures and James groaned and closed his eyes as he jerked his rod.
"Hey big boy, don't let that go to waste." It was my wife Gwen shouting at James. "Looks like James finally can see a woman worth cumming over. Get over here James, shoot your load on me. Squirt my big tits."
Sally ground her cxnt forcibly into Gwen who grunted and ground her pussy back with a vengeance. Sally retorted, "Looks like Hal is gaining ground. I think he's gonna shoot on me!" The two women had now each laid out a challenge to the other. But James and I were unwitting pawns. I pumped my cock hard and fast. I edged my knees closer and closer until I was pressing my knees up against the outside of either girl's leg. James had hopped out of his chair and knelt on the opposite side from me. He edged closer to the ladies until his knees were up against the opposite legs of our wives. Neither of us are anything special in the size department. (Whew!) But James and my cocks were certainly rigid and excited by our wives cxnt-mashing battle. I pumped away at my cock and James jerked his while our wives plastered their juicy pussies together. I knew I wanted to cum badly and my jerking hand was proof, but I faced a dilemma. If I squirted on Sally as requested I would be forfeiting support of my wife. I wanted to squirt on my wife if anyone, but somehow my sense of fair play wouldn't let me decide. James came to my rescue. He stopped jerking his cock long enough to just point downward at the confluence of our wives sex organs. He looked at me and I nodded.
Gwen and Sally, with their husbands so close and the combustibility of the atmosphere, were picking up the pace. Gwen's hips were grinding forward in a sort of three-dimensional loop as she tried to push her clit into Sally's hole. Sally had a sort of rocking forward and back twist to her hips. It appeared she was trying to meet Gwen's clitty head-on for some serious nub-rubbing. Gwen was apparently mashing her clit up against Sally's clit, and then using her hip rocking loop to pull away and then grind her clit into Sally's cxnt. James, Julia, and I all watched this delicious duel from close range. All three of us were handling our own organs with purposeful abandon. Julia actually leaned in between James and me, pointed her camera down and took several shots of the nectar-juiced pussies while her fingers plied the panty covered outline of her own pussy. She pulled the camera up and recorded several more shots of James' and my cocks above the women pointing at each other across the torsos of our lovely wives.
The ladies in combat took all this sexual attention in stride. In fact I think they relished the fact that their actions had such a powerful sexual effect on the rest of us. Sally let out a grunt as she plunged her pussy at Gwen for the thousandth time (it seemed). She scored a direct hit on Gwen's hole with her clit, apparently penetrating inside her sopping wet inner lips. The sound of liquid squishiness was incredible. Sally's clit had swollen to a stiff firm stature and she used it to actually invade the folds inside Gwen's cxnt. Gwen wiggled her hips, obviously feeling the invasion between her thick, juicy flaps. She let loose an "Oooooooooooo." Sally kept the pressure up and for a moment it looked like she was actually fucking Gwen. I could see her clit appear and then disappear several times as she hit a rhythm to match the diminished 3-D rocking motion Gwen had been using earlier.
This was the most exciting visual experience of my life, watching these two classy ladies lose their inhibitions and bang each other's twats so intimately. I had no idea which of the ladies might be closer to losing control and succumbing to an orgasm, but I was sure that James and I would get there first. I could feel my testacles swelling, the juices inside pressing towards release. I was pretty sure James was close as well.
Our hands flew like high-revving engines, pressuring our penises into higher and higher levels of bliss. The ladies, I'm sure, noted the increased tempo of our masturbating, and started demanding that we cum. Each implored that we cum on her tits, but James and I had a better idea.
Sally seemed to be enjoying her probing attack on Gwen's succulent pussy, but Gwen had let Sally feel the satisfaction for only a minute or so before her accommodating motions switched back to a more aggressive mode. She angled her torso down a bit positioning her clit, which now seemed to have even larger dimensions than before, directly against Sally's clit. "Feel my clit, bitch. I'm about to use my clit to tear right through your sorry little clit." Gwen emphasized her challenge with a very vigorous push, her clit boring down on Sally's waiting clit.
Sally let out a brief little, "Uummmphh," at the impact, her clit getting pushed aside by Gwen's firm nub. But Sally wasn't about to back down from a challenge and she retaliated both with action and words. She arched her torso, like Gwen, and angled her clit for a slightly more downward angle and smacked Gwen right back. "Yeah, I feel your clit. It feels like Jell-O to me. I'll have it quivering in fear. My clit will stir your little Jell-O toy into a frenzy and you'll lose control."
The trash talk and the obviously intensive battle between their clits had me feeling the surge welling up in my balls. Just as the two began blasting their firm, rigid clits head on, soaked with their own juices, making noises from their pussies, their mouths and their slapping inner thighs, I looked up at James and gave a nod as he nodded back. I could hear Julia's camera clicking practically non-stop as James and I let loose our semen. I shot a stream of cum out of my cock, trying to aim it at the bumping pussies. My hips jerked in uncontrollable spasms as did James' hips. Our cocks flooded the mated pussies beneath us, leaving streams of goo across their lower bellies, in their pubic hair, and spraying a few drops all around the area. I can't account for every drop that blasted out of our cocks, but there was sure plenty to go around. Neither of the ladies got her wish for a titty shower, but a few drops landed on both sets of tits and they immediately began rubbing their tits with the warm, sticky, sperm-carrying jizz.
Our timing had been perfect. We had come at the same time and showered our competing wives cxnts with our messy goo. It added a new odor to the mix of the already suffocatingly sexy smell we were enveloped by. I kept my place over the women until I had squeezed nearly every last drop of semen out onto the platform of the two ladies beneath me. James did the same. One of my inadvertent hip thrusts and jerks as I cleaned out my tubes happened to coincide with one of James' own tube cleaning thrusts. Accidentally our hand-held cocks briefly met and touched tips in the space above our wives pussies. Now, make no mistake about this, neither I nor James are the least bit queer, but somehow in that place and time what happened next just seemed like the natural thing to do, however small it was. My eyes had been closed for just a second as I felt his cock bump into mine. I opened my eyes to see his cock head touching mine, his hand fisted around his cock. The drops of cum on the tips of our dick had mingled and fused into a single glob of love juice. I can't honestly say if it was him or me that started, but we both began rolling the tips of our dicks around in little circles, feeling the soft skin and slimy goo we mutually produced. It was sort of like stirring the pot, mixing the juices, reveling in the forbidden pleasure our sensitive organs shared. The sloshing sounds of our wives white-cream-covered pussies only intensified beneath us. Their clits maintained their passionate duel as I twisted my cock around and around the tip of James purple-headed organ. I could feel James pressuring his cock towards mine. I could feel the firmness and tension in its touch. I used my hand to guide my cock towards his, proud of my own rigid stature. Because our knees were on either side of the two women, and because our hips were at full extension just to allow the tips of our cocks to touch, it seemed that we needed some support. By mutual consent we grabbed each other's hands to avoid falling over and then began our own gentle version of a sex fight. We weren't really fighting or even antagonistic. We just succumbed to the erotic possibilities of pleasuring our aching cocks. Our rigid poles stuck out straight and stiff from our hairy groins. Our ball sacks hung low, practically scraping across our wives intersecting crotches. Ten eyes (plus a very busy camera lens) were glued to the mission. I'm sure the wives wondered what was going on, but I don't think either James or I even had a clue. It was just a total immersed response to the situation. With the slurpy sounds of Gwen pounding her clit into her enemy's clit, I began swinging my meaty shaft into James' ready-to-meet-me member. He returned the favor and the dance began. Bending my torso forward so that I could bounce the side of my shaft against the side of his I flipped my body to the left, watching my cock swing towards James cock, which was swinging towards mine. Slap! The sound of their impact echoed above the slurping, almost gurgling sounds beneath us. Sally and Gwen watched wide-eyed while we dangled our members above them, slapping and pushing and just generally sharing fulfillment of a forbidden curiosity. We had spread our juices all over our wives genitals and now we could feel the meaty dimensions of the other, guided by some basic instinct that we were powerless to control. Normally by two or three minutes after I've spurted out a load of cum my cock is flaccid and out of commission for a while. But tonight, thanks to the overpowering mix of adrenalin, testosterone, and erotic combat, I was still as hard as ever. I can't speak for James usual powers of recuperation, but it was obvious to my cock's touch that his cock was rock hard as well. We slapped our cocks together for a while, grunting at the pleasure it brought, astonished by the incredibly delicious tension and feel as the soft, sensitive skin of my cock banged into and slid against the equally soft smooth skin of James manhood. Occasionally we'd pull back, line up our cock-heads and bump heads, feeling the springy tension as they bent under the pressure slightly, only to lose the friction and spring apart, sliding lengthwise, shaft alongside shaft. It wasn't easy to line up our cocks for the lengthwise sliding motion that would have mimicked the fucking friction a pussy could generate since our cocks often had a mind of their own and didn't follow directions. But those rare instances of shaft-to-shaft longitudinal sliding were absolutely delicious. The gob of jizz that we stirred had clung to our cock-heads and as we slowly pulled apart we could see the white goo stretch out in a long string, hanging like a thread in a gentle curve. We slowly pulled apart watching it stretch and stretch, inch after inch lengthening and lowering towards our wives. Reaching a foot apart, we just stared at the string, bobbing and swinging gently in the air from the vibrations of our bodies. It was a metaphysical experience, seeing the mixture of our semen, glued together as one, almost by design, the strand would not break. It hung together, somehow, dangling in time and space. James cock twitched in involuntary (I think) spasms. The string of jizz began swinging back and forth like a schoolgirl's jump rope. But it did not break. It stretched out ever so slowly, lengthening the arc with each swing. I purposely gave my cock a twitch, sending a second wave of energy down the line. It bounced up and down, amazingly without breaking still. Its total length must have now approached 18 inches as it hovered ever so close the junction of our wives pussies. They actually stopped long enough to watch the action. Click, click went Julia's camera, capturing every wicked moment for posterity. Just as the lower portion of the curvy arc was just about to nestle into a big gob of jizz wiggling on Sally's clit I moved forward. James did the same and just as the arc of cum hit bottom and merged with the rest on Sally's clit, I touched the tip of James cock for one last time. The arc finally snapped and broke as we pulled our cocks apart.
Honestly, I must admit it was hard to pull back. The erotic feel of his smooth cock sliding alongside my own had been an undeniable pleasure. But I think both James and I were very aware that our own real motives here were focused on the ladies. They were in charge, of us at least. Even though it was still unclear which lady would end up 'in charge' of the other.
James and I each returned to our chairs, our poles red and rigid as the two ladies resumed their battle. The brief interlude was over and the resumption was now with the added dimension of two wads of sperm juice splattered on and between their crotches. Sally let loose with a wild gyration that worked the jizz into every crack and crevice of her cxnt. She plastered her twat against Gwen's, wiggling excitedly at Gwen's now extremely juicy hole. "Give me that cum! It's mine!" Sally challenged Gwen for ownership of the remnants of our ejaculations. She angled her pussy so as to try to push the globs of cum stuck on Gwen's lips inside her hole. It was as if she was trying to use her pussy like a mouth and devour the white sticky fluid. Of course such was not going to happen without a battle from Gwen. "Hell no, the cum is MINE!" She thwarted Sally's second attempt to locate and absorb the jizz pooled at the lower end of her pubic triangle. Now the battle was on. It had much the same look as the previous battle, but the intention was different. Their groins wiggled, bounced, rubbed, and smacked each other. Gwen reached down with her fingers and pulled her own set of lips apart, pushing up against Sally. Her wide-open pussy now seemed to envelope Sally's entire area. When she let go of her labia with her fingers and pulled back it was obvious that her lips had snapped shut and left with considerable goo-jizz away from Sally's cleft. Not to be outdone, Sally retaliated. Her fingers plied wide her hungry cxnt, exposing the slippery slew far inward. She plunged ahead, only to be met with Gwen's retaliatory smack.
"Don't even try, bitch. My pussy will swallow your little thing." Gwen spouted her confident threat.
"Oh, baby. No you won't," intoned Sally. She plunged ahead again, having spread her pussy lips as wide as she could. With Gwen pulling her lips wide the two cxnts met with a giant melding of pussy flesh. Inner wrinkles that hadn't yet felt the sting of foreign pussy were now being treated to juicy competition from their counterparts on the interior walls of the other woman's vagina. Their holes were aligned perfectly and the slippery confines of their humping hips gushed out even more. Their bodies were perspiring. Skin glistened in the light. They stretched their legs as wide as their position would allow and their fingers stretched slippery lips as far as physically possible. The horny wiggling took on a very feminine and personal tone as each tried to use her pussy to swallow her foe's shiny orifice. I could see the intensity on their faces. Gwen grunted and gritted her teeth as she watched her pussy reach its outer limit, only to be met with Sally's pair of cxnt lips just as widely agape. Sally noticeably strained, the veins in her neck were popping out, as she tried to push her pussy right through Gwen's love tunnel. But Gwen's hips weren't budging. She ground her jizz-soaked cxnt into Sally with a furious frenzy. Their soft juicy tissues responded by sending signals of both pain and arousal to their brains. Each woman had already spent upwards of half an hour grinding away at each other and still there was no fulfillment. Each claimed the notion of superiority, but neither had been able to show it.
Gwen badly wanted to force Sally to cum first. Sally wanted nothing better than to even the score in the forced orgasm department. Gwen felt the stalemate of their current gyrations and she ached for her win to come, but she knew that if she were to plunge Sally over the limit she must get back to some serious clit banging. "You love my juicy pussy, don't you bitch? My pussy is going to make you cum and cum and cum. You know you want my clit. Come on, I dare you. Bang me with your clit." Gwen emphasized her challenge by realigning her still rigidly prominent clit with Sally's hefty nerve bundle. Zap! Gwen received her answer without Sally having to speak a word. Zap! Their clits tore into each other, jousting for both pleasure and dominance. The physical ramifications of their final assault were unavoidable. One or the other or both would succumb to orgiastic ecstasy.
Snarling, nasty, and vicious is how I would describe the continuation of their clit-encounter. No words exist to describe the sounds that came from their clit/pussy collisions or their throats. But my, oh my, their clits danced a wonderfully powerful fight. I tried to gauge the success of each woman's dueling tactics, but even from my ringside seat, only 3 feet away there were few clues. I just loved to watch. Splish, splash; the juicy sounds continued unabated while they pestered each other's protruding nub with her own. Sally seemed to prefer a sort of side to side push. Whenever she could she would line her clit straight-on towards one side or the other of Gwen's enemy hill. I could see my wife's clit deflect off to the side by those impacts, but it was also clear that Sally's stiff little member was somewhat spongy, as it would compress back towards her body. It wasn't much but after watching so diligently I could see details of their entanglement that I suspect was almost exciting for me to view as it was for them to experience. No, on second thought, strike that. The ladies were definitely more excited than I by now. Their breathing had become ragged. Their menacing grunts and exertions had taken on a new tone, one more imperative and demanding. Each knew that her orgasm was lurking behind one of the next few moments of juicy clit fucking.
Gwen recognized Sally's attacking style and she countered, when her control mechanism allowed by dipping her hips low and striking upwards toward the lower end of Sally's clit, sort of sweeping it from underneath, just inside her vaginal lips. Gwen's clit, its shape so well known to my lips and tongue was seemingly holding its own against the blonde challenger's succulent morsel. Their crotches were practically sizzling with anticipation of the more and more obvious pending orgasms. Sally knew it was coming as much as Gwen. Her lurches towards Gwen's clit, while definitely forceful and insistent were becoming less and less coordinated in time.
But what an even duel it was. First one clit would bend and sway under the attack of the other and then the roles would be reversed. In my mind I kept imagining that Gwen was winning, but I really had no clue. I thrilled when Gwen would force Sally's clit back, back and then push it aside in an angry, get-out-of-my-way thrust. But only moments later I would feel helpless as Sally's clit regained its momentum and pushed Gwen's little tool first to one side and then the other. I had lost track of time as they pushed on with their intimate sword-play; swinging and swatting their tiny shafts of delight at each other without letup.
"Come on slut, come for me! Come for me NOW!" Sally ordered Gwen to relinquish her control.
But Gwen shouted back, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" And she did! She fucked Sally's clit and pussy with the wildest frenzy of humping, bumping, wickedly erotic action we'd yet seen.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! OOOOOOOOOOoooohhhhhhhhhhhhh Yesssssssssssssss. Fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Sally tried matching Gwen's hip-gyrating frenzy, but it was too late. She got her hips in gear to try to bring Gwen off but her own orgasm had been forced on her by Gwen's marvelous organ. The two of them kept up the heavenly grinding right on through Sally's howling, shrieking, cursing orgasm.
As her totally wild orgasm lurched and vibrated through to its conclusion, Gwen kept up her insistent fucking. Sally just laid back at the end, lying still. Gwen moved quickly and slid over atop Sally, pulling her legs from under her knees up by her head and then mounted her from above. Sally didn't try to stop her and Gwen showed a particularly nasty face as she growled atop her pinned foe. She slid her cum-covered twat right back on top of Sally's hole and proceeded to fuck her with a hip-banging fury that made Sally's hips bounce and up and down with the impact. I think Gwen was attempting to punctuate her superiority by banging Sally's twat with all the violent mashing that a man would do well to duplicate. She pounded and pounded, pausing every so often, I think just to let her own impending orgasm subside a moment so she could continue onward. It seemed like a very long time, but she kept this up for probably only about five minutes before she had enough. With her cxnt fucking action keeping the rest of us in a sort of suspended animation as we watched, she finally pushed right through her personal barrier.
Wham!
Bam!
Thank you Mam!
Gwen let loose with more wild obscenities of anger and joy as she let her pussy absorb the passion emanating from Sally's still wet cxnt and clit. I'd never heard as much noise from my wife since she hit her thumb with a hammer one day about 5 years ago. I hoped the room was well soundproofed. I almost cried a tear of joy for Gwen as she powered her way to the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced (she told me later). It was incredible to watch. I was so stunned that I had even quit fisting my cock, just watching in appreciation of Gwen's victory.
Sweet Jesus, I thought. That was wonderful.

Continued in Chapter 12

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 12
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 12 - Hmmmmmmmmm
James and Julia had been watching with at least as much interest as I. Julia performed her task with the camera throughout, capturing full body contact shots as well as nearer shots and even extreme close-ups. I'm not sure how she managed, since it seemed that her fingers were buried in her crotch half the time. James, like me, remained rigidly erect continuously, but he also had been so enthralled with the visually exciting scenes that he didn't jerk to ejaculation. I looked at James, wondering his mood. I thought I saw a mixture of happiness and sadness. I'm sure he had wished Sally could have defeated Gwen with her pussy. But clearly Gwen had shown whose pussy was the best. I expect that when James looked at my face he could see the intense sexual excitement as well as the pride and happiness I felt at Gwen's eventual dominance.
It was well past 2 A.M. by now and I naively thought the battle was ending. Sally snapped me out of my reverie just moments after Gwen shivered her last orgiastic thrill over her body. It must have surprised Gwen even more. Sally roughly threw Gwen off from atop her body. Gwen went sprawling on the carpet right at Julia's feet, forcing her to step back out of the way. Sally leaped to her feet and stood ominously over Gwen, hands on her hips and leaning forward threateningly.
"You fucking bitch-whore! Now you've made me mad! Get on your feet!" She screamed her lungs out at Gwen, resting on her elbows on her back. Gwen's soggy pussy was splayed wide, the James/my cum mixture drying on her skin and in her pubic hair. Sally had the look of a rabid wolf, drooling over her prey. Sally also had globs of cum slowly congealing in many places across her crotch. One particular glob hung in her blonde pubes, shaking like jelly in time with her angry breathing.
"I SAID, GET UP BITCH!" She screamed again.
It took a moment for Gwen to sort her reaction through in her mind. It seemed that she had been savoring victory and now it appeared that the battle wasn't over yet. She recovered. Slowly working her way to her feet, the look on her face turning quite stern, she matched Sally's demeanor and posture, but without screaming. "Can't take it can you, slimebag? My face is prettier than yours, my tits are better than yours, and my pussy just whipped your ugly scar. So now you're mad? Ha! I'm really, really scared." She drawled out her last sentence, ridiculously emphasizing the sarcasm in her voice.
Sally only managed three words, "You better be!"
Then all hell broke loose. Sally's right hand lashed out with a vicious slap to the side of Gwen's face. From that point on, for at least ten minutes, I can hardly remember particular events. Like two wildcats they tangled together in a frenzied brew of swinging arms, kicking legs, screaming, grunting, squeezing, hair-pulling, body punching catfight. It was very pure. The intensity and hatred were so obvious and equal that it was almost spiritual to watch. They hadn't remained standing very long as their violence took them to the floor where they rolled around, legs intertwining, each seeking the advantage. In all my life I'd never seen an honest to goodness catfight that wasn't broken up quickly. Now I was witness to an untainted, honest, feminine catfight with my wife accepting all the punishment Sally could dish out just for the opportunity to dish it right back at Sally any way she could.
Neither woman gained an advantage very long during this phase that lasted beyond 10 minutes. Every move was either countered quickly or the disadvantaged lady managed to dish out some painful punishment so that the advantage was lost. I was amazed that the energy level kept up for so long. Huge amounts of adrenalin and physical resources were being used up at a rapid pace. At about the 15-minute mark Gwen's size advantage (not large, maybe 10 pounds at the most) seemed to slow Sally's retaliatory fight.
Gwen had a sort of rolling headlock with one arm around Sally's neck, punishing her with her strength. As Sally thrashed wildly, attempting to break free, Gwen used her other arm to add to the squeeze. Their legs were continuously thrashing, Gwen attempting to gain a scissors around Sally's waist while Sally fought that off with both her arms and legs. Both were breathing very hard. Sally was having a hard time getting her breath, but she still fought like a wolverine. Her right hand shot to Gwen's crotch and buried itself in the thick triangle of pubic hair. The visible tendons in her forearms gave proof to the power she put into her pulling. Gwen screamed in pain as Sally yanked out a handful of brown Gwen-fur. Gwen did not let go of her headlock but she did release one hand to thwart Sally's next attempt at repeating the bush-grab. Sally's other hand somehow managed to miss her target, but it ended up on the top of Gwen's leg under the top of her hose. By this time both ladies hose were only partially connected to the garters. A few rips had appeared in the hose, but yet all four stockings remained above the knee. Sally yanked her arm and the stocking stretched out but did not break. It sprung back onto Gwen's leg as soon as Sally lost her grip. Gwen maintained her head/neck lock but it didn't stop Sally from attacking. She got her hand around one of Gwen's big tits and began to squeeze. She punished the tit with vicious squeezing that caused the heavy flesh to bulge out between her fingers. Pain showed on Gwen's face as it had been showing continuously in Sally's face. Gwen yanked on Sally's head with jerk after jerk in retaliation for the tit attack. But Gwen was relentless, and with one arm around Sally's head she only had one left to thwart off the two free hands Sally attacked with.
I marveled at the intensity in the women's faces as they poured every ounce of available energy into overpowering their rival with pain or incapacitation. I had to admire Sally for continuing to battle relentlessly even as her head was being squashed by Gwen's arm. The look of pure, unfettered hatred and anger was actually very beautiful. The muscles straining in Gwen's arms as she sought to control her wild foe was evidence of the 100% effort she brought to the fight. The first tears appeared in Sally's face. The pain on her head must have been quite severe, but she never succumbed or slowed her attack on Gwen's hefty right tit. She grabbed the big nipple and began to pull. She pulled and pulled and pulled, stretching it out dangerously. The pain shone clear through to Gwen's face. The agony was obvious as she grabbed at the offending hand with her left. By letting go of Sally's other hand, Sally was now free to resume her pussy attack. It became apparent that Gwen couldn't stop both attacks at once. As soon as Sally's free hand found Gwen's crotch and latched onto her pussy lips, pulling one of them far out, the pain brutally obvious, Gwen let go of Sally's head so she could counter the painful attack. Sally let go of Gwen's pussy of her own accord, happy to have forced Gwen to give up the headlock.
With Sally's head now released she twisted away from Gwen's arm and tried to use her legs to encircle Gwen's torso. Gwen had to reach around from behind Sally to grab at her tits. She sought to revenge the tit pain she had suffered. But Sally rolled away from the attack and they resumed a battle for control. The action was fast and furious as they once again engaged in rolling, screaming, hair-pulling fury. It might not have been quite as energetic as the first moments of the fight, but it was definitely not a slow-motion affair, either. Eventually it was Sally who somehow managed to get her cum-covered legs wide enough apart, and one of them underneath Gwen, to lock ankles around Gwen. Her back was towards Gwen's face and she had her head wrenched backwards by the hard pull of her hair from Gwen's yanking fingers. Gwen had both hands in her hair and pulled so that Sally's head was bent backwards at the neck, offering the awful possibility of a broken neck. Sally brought her hands behind her head to grab Gwen's arms in a countering move that staved off the worst scenario. So Gwen changed targets and now by reaching forward around Sally's torso with both hands she grabbed a handful of breast in each hand. She clawed at Sally, even though her nails were short. She left raw red marks on Sally's breasts.
With her hair not under attack Sally ripped another patch of pubic hair out of my wife before she chose another target of opportunity. The one stocking that was now loosely hanging on Gwen's left leg below the knee became of interest to Sally. She very quickly grabbed at the toe and yanked it off in her right hand. Her face contorted in pain from my wife's tit assault. She quickly pulled the other stocking from Gwen's right leg. I don't think at this point that Gwen was aware of the consequences. Her entire focus was on damaging Sally's tits as unmercifully as she could. And believe me there was no mercy, considering the painful nipple pull she had endured earlier from Sally. As much as I loved my wife and ached for her victory, I couldn't find it within myself to loathe her enemy. I admired Sally for all the fortitude and aggressiveness she showed, even under extreme duress. My wife had dominated her sexually and yet she not only fought back but she did it with smoldering passion that couldn't be quenched. It seemed she had met her match though in my wife. I don't know where my wife's effectiveness came from. She had never ever been in a catfight in her whole life. So it wasn't from any learned skill that she managed to wreck so much havoc with Sally, but purely from the passion that engulfed her. This is what made this moment in time so powerful. Both women showed their true inner passion and power, striving to prove to themselves primarily, and probably their husbands secondarily, that they were 'better' than the other woman. While Gwen, to me at least, had proved her nasty sexual superiority, which was only part of the whole. When Sally had recovered from that episode to challenge Gwen, after the initial shock, I think Gwen actually relished the chance to put it all on the line for me and for her. I loved the fight and I loved her for the willingness to discard her usual inhibitions and take on a formidable foe and leave nothing behind.
Sally's tummy scissors didn't seem to be slowing Gwen down as her hands frantically tore at Sally's breasts from behind. A thread of concern crossed my mind with what happened next. Sally leaned far forward towards Gwen's feet and using the stocking she had ripped from Gwen's leg quickly wrapped two tight loops around Gwen's ankles. Gwen felt the constriction and began thrashing her legs vigorously, finally aware of Sally's intentions. Sally wasn't able to get it knotted with the wild gyrations of Gwen's legs, but she did maintain the tight loops around her ankles. While holding Gwen tight between her legs Sally kept trying to control Gwen's legs enough to tie a knot in the loops. Would she succeed? I began to send brain waves, using every nuance of ESP brainpower I had, urging Gwen to break free and prevent the bondage. I didn't speak and at the moment the ladies weren't speaking either. Only grunts and groans and small shrieks of pain had punctuated the last few moments as the ladies battled each other. Gwen thrashed very vigorously, using precious energy. Sally didn't have it easy, but she managed to keep the stocking taut. As Gwen's energy subsided and her legs couldn't kick so vigorously, Sally fought against the hair pulling and stretched her arms out full length and tied a knot in the stocking.
If Gwen was afraid it didn't show. She had definitely tired herself out with her attempts to thwart Sally, but she still fought furiously with the energy she had left. It must be said that Sally had also become very tired, but with Gwen's ankles tightly bound she was able to refocus her attacks on Gwen more constructively. Gwen tried to reach around and get at her constraints, but Sally's scissors still held. Tears and sweat had long ago ruined the ladies face makeup. They looked a horrible mess. But in that mess all I could see was pure feminine beauty. They were 94 years old between them and still they fought as though it was the only thing they knew. No other concern existed in their minds. Extraneous thoughts were a null set. Winning, only winning was on their mind.
Gwen's slight edge in control was fading away. Sally's free hands went after Gwen's pussy now that her legs were bound at the ankles. Gwen knew, I think, her only recourse was to inflict so much pain on Sally that she might succumb and allow herself to gain back her freedom. She went after Sally's tits again. Reaching from behind she began pulling her nipples into long strands of stretchy flesh. The tears rolled down Sally's face with the excruciating pain. With Gwen's ankles tied, Sally risked letting her scissors go so she could more effectively counter Gwen's tit attack. As soon as Sally removed her legs from around Gwen's tummy Gwen tried to reach down once again and remove the bindings, but Sally's extra freedom of movement allowed her to extinguish those efforts. Gwen was pushed back onto her back and Sally mounted her stomach and began slapping Gwen's face repeatedly with her open palms. Ten, fifteen, twenty or more hard slaps stung my wife. Gwen slapped back but her efforts were ineffective. She was tired and Sally's dominant position allowed her to avoid most of the blows, which weren't as forceful as they would have been earlier. Occasionally Gwen tried to break free by twisting her ankles and bending her knees and trying to roll one way or the other, but it was apparent that Sally had the firm upper hand and she was certainly taking advantage. Both ladies were still crying but Gwen continued to attack with the strength she had left. She went for Sally's tits again. She knew she had hurt her before and she tried again to extract even more pain from Sally's breasts. Her fingers dug deeply, kneading the fullness like dough. Her crushing grip brought a shriek from Sally that caused her to stop slapping Gwen's face and grab the offending hands and try to pull them off her aching boobs. It took some considerable effort but she eventually forced Gwen's hands away.
Sally now edged her body forward atop her prone enemy. Gwen wiggled and grunted in effort but could not stop Sally from sitting on her tits. Sally had gathered enough of her own breath back from her strenuous exertions that she began to get vocal with taunts. "Not so happy now, are you slut? How's it feel when I crush your tits with my ass? Why don't you fight back NOW little girl?" She raised her ass and slammed it down hard onto Gwen's chest.
"Uggggghhhhh," Gwen felt the air blasted out of her lungs. Sally crushed her butt hard into Gwen's marvelous mammaries, threatening to diminish their luxurious D-cup shape into a pancake. Up she came and then down again, even harder than before. "Uggggggghhhhhhh," again the air shot out of her lungs a second time. I could see the fight leaving Gwen. Her legs lay still behind Sally's back and her arms barely struggled to free themselves from Sally's grip. Sally, sensing Gwen's diminished fight, asked, "Who's the better woman?" Even through the tears that still dripped down her face, Sally projected an air of authority and dominance, demanding without saying so, what the answer should be.
I don't know if it was a surprise or not, but she didn't get the answer she wanted. "FUCK YOU, WHORE!" Gwendolyn shouted. Her next breath must have been hard to come by but somehow she managed to gather a wad of spittle in her mouth and she spat it upwards with uncanny accuracy, hitting Sally squarely in her left eye. I shuddered as the barrage of face slaps returned. Sally let go of Gwen's arms and unmercifully aimed blow after blow at my wife's head.
I was beginning to wonder if she would be all right when Sally stopped, grabbed Gwen's hair and lifted it up towards her face, which was now leaning over close to Gwen. "Do that again, bitch!" The clear threat was that if she did there were a lot more face slaps headed her way. I could see the hateful determination in Gwen's eyes, but she didn't spit. She just stared daggers of impressive hate at Sally. Sally threw Gwen's head to the floor and asked again, "Who's the better woman?"
Gwen's arms by now lay limp at her side. Sally was in complete control and intent on using that control in her own wicked way. I suspect that the Gwen would have done exactly the same thing had she managed to reverse the situation.
"Who's the better woman?" she asked again after Gwen's silence.
Hearing no response but seeing the malevolence in Gwen's eyes Sally decided a little more persuasion was necessary. "Time for a feast, bitch!" She practically yelled at Gwen. With that she hitched her hips further forward, her pussy reaching Gwen's chin. The threat was clear: submit, or else. She didn't offer the question again but she let her pussy do the threatening for her. She must have been an awfully distasteful enemy for Gwen. Sally's twat had endured much already (as of course, so had Gwen's), vaginal juices, sweat, dried cum, and a pungent aroma must have made the thought of cunnilingus awfully disgusting for my wife. She was a woman who had never once had a lesbian experience before and now she was about to be forced to eat her hated enemies dirty cxnt.
Sally wiggled her hips slowly. It was obvious that she could feel Gwen's chin rubbing her clit. Gwen just stared. When Gwen wouldn't say anything, Sally slid her body directly over Gwen's face. Gwen made a half-hearted attempt to grab at Sally's tits one more time, but the energy just wasn't there and Sally diverted it easily. Sally could have probably reached over and grabbed the other stocking and tied her hands too, but she felt enough in control not to bother with that. "Take a big breath, bitch." She didn't add anything to the statement. The implication of what was to come was enough. Down went her hips until she snuggled her pussy over Gwen's hapless face. Sally fucked Gwen's face for more than half a minute before lifting off so Gwen could breathe. "Eat me bitch!"
Back down she went. Apparently Gwen hadn't bothered to perform any cxnt-licking exercises during the first suffocating assault. I wondered how long Gwen might hold out before she felt she had to 'follow orders.' Sally's meanness came through in spades. She lifted up after an even longer stretch of smothering fuck. I heard Gwen gasp for breath, but before she could even gulp her second full lung-full of air, Sally plopped her twat back on Gwen's face, as she demanded again, "EAT!"
The lack of oxygen must have finally broken the thread of defiance running through my wife. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, finally. That's a start." We couldn't see down under so we had to interpret through Sally's reaction. Evidently Gwen began probing Sally's pussy with her tongue. Sally liked it.
She didn't wait quite so long as before, rising up in only twenty seconds or so to let Gwen regain some air. She knelt on her knees just above Gwen for quite a while, noting her breathing. "Here we go again." Sally chanted out the phrase almost sweetly, as if she was taking a child on a thrill ride at the carnival. She was certainly getting the thrill ride. Quite obviously now Gwen used her tongue in pleasing ways, for Sally began to wiggle and coo her acceptance of the lush wet probing tongue down under. She let Gwen breathe quite freely now that her pussy was getting the workout she wanted. "See how good I taste. I always knew you wanted it. You just needed some 'convincing' that's all." Sally threw her head back and rode my wife's face harder and harder. It appeared that her fuse might be a whole lot shorter this time as her body responded positively to Gwen's virgin cxnt lapping.
Sally shuddered and shook as her orgasm overtook her. The humiliation of my wife was horrible to watch, but there was no stopping the action. We all somehow seemed to share a sense of honor that forbade us from interfering with what had always been a fight between these two women that could only have been settled with a victor and a loser. It was the ultimate test and even though the ending was not to my liking, I must admit it had a supreme air of fairness about it. I felt guilty about that, but I couldn't bring myself to think that the outcome should have been any different. I don't mean that it 'should' have been my wife losing, but that fairness demanded that there be a loser. One of them necessarily would be humiliated and defeated. I couldn't in 'fairness' imply that it had to be Sally that lost. So I found myself accepting my wife's fate, even though it was painful.
Sally's orgasm subsided and she slid back to sit on Gwen's chest. "Who's the better woman now, bitch?"
I held my breath waiting for the answer. "You are." Gwen's soft voice was that of a defeated woman. Her defiance seemed long gone. Her body was static and resting.
"Hey James, I'm thirsty. Get me a COLD beer. Make it a Heineken." The beer she had sipped earlier still sat idly by on a table, but she wanted a cold one. While she sat atop the prone Gwen, James dutifully retrieved a beer and popped the cap. He handed it to Sally who grabbed it and took a needed big swallow. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh. That Dutch beer is really good." She leaned down over Gwen and spoke softly, "You know what bitch? I'm Dutch, and you've just been fucked over by a Dutch girl. How does it feel?"
No response.
"Ok. So that's the way you're gonna be. I'm gonna ask again. Who is the sexiest, prettiest, best woman?" As she asked she slid her ass forward again towards Gwen and her pussy juice, cum, and tear encrusted face. The threat was obvious.
Gwen let the words fall from her lips slowly but audibly, "Sally is the sexiest, prettiest, best woman." My heart sank as I heard my wife speak, but I was grateful she did. I didn't want her to suffer any more humiliation. I'd expected that to be the end, but Sally still had a little (no, make that a lot) of humiliation left for Gwen.
Seemingly satisfied with Gwen's answer, Sally threw her head back and took another big swig of Heineken. She swirled it around in her mouth but instead of swallowing it she flung her head forward and down and spit-blasted the entire mouthful of the brew onto Gwen's face. "Here, have a drink, you must be thirsty." It took Gwen by surprise and she must have caught some of it in her nose as she gagged for several seconds before she could breathe normally again. I doubt she caught any of the foreign brew in her mouth to relieve her parched tonsils.
"Now......Tell me to take my reward."
My mind raced. At first her words did not click. But in a few seconds I realized what she was referring to. I remembered the threats/promises the two women made to each other about who and what they each would claim as a prize. Oh, my God. It was ME she was talking about. At the time of the threat, the implications hadn't sunk in. But obviously Sally was planning to carry through. I don't know if Gwen realized the meaning or not, because she just lay silent beneath Sally.
Sally turned and gave me a quick look, the twinkle in her eye very evident. Then her stern face returned and she hovered over Gwen again. She reached down grabbed my wife's hair and gave a yank to the side and then another back the other way. Gwen's head bobbed like one of those dashboard dolls.
Sally must have been quite stiff, because now she actually stood up, quite gingerly with her motions. She took her third swig of the brew, held it up and smiled for the camera. She posed so that Julia could capture the victory expression. But then she plopped back down on Gwen again, this time facing south. "Tell me to take my reward!" She demanded again.
Silence again.
Sally bounced on Gwen's chest and crushed the breath from her again. She looked beneath her to see Gwen's legs, even though tied at the ankles, splayed apart, her pussy exposed. The twinkle in Sally's eyes told the story. Gwen's pussy wasn't finished yet.
With the fingers of her left hand Sally parted Gwen's lips, exposing the plump inner labia, her clit, and the still somewhat juicy entrance to her slew. She bent forward and with her thumb over the top of the beer bottle, gave it a couple of quick shakes. Then she carefully lowered the bottle to point directly towards Gwen's open hole. I suspect Gwen knew what was going on even though she couldn't see it with Sally's body in the way. She plunged the beer bottle into Gwen's cxnt, releasing her thumb at just the last second. Then with a vicious flourish of fucking action she rammed that bottle of Dutch beer in and out of Gwen repeatedly, shaking up the remaining contents even more. She was careful not to let the bottle ever escape the confines of Gwen's vagina. She rammed it past the lower lip of the bottle, forcing the full diameter and nearly the full length of the bottle into her defenseless cxnt. Sally's hand was a blur as the jammed the Heineken in and out. Sally laughed out loud. "Now you're getting fucked by a Dutch again." She was practically gleeful as the symbolism of the moment struck home.
Gwen's voice broke the silence. "Ok. Ok. You can take your reward now." I'm not sure but I think I shed a tear at just that moment. Gwen had finally relinquished any and all hope of redemption. Her predicament had finally become so overpoweringly humiliating that the only way out was to accept the final humiliation of all: letting Sally have her way with her own husband. What else could she have done? The answer was obvious to us all, nothing. The final coup-de-grace came when the beer exploded out of Gwen's cxnt. After a few more forceful thrusts Sally pulled out the bottle. We watched as the carbonation exploded from Gwen's pussy. It sprayed out of her pussy in all directions. Beer flew at least seven or eight feet in many directions. The beer remaining in the bottle bubbled out vigorously and Sally got up and poured it from arm level down onto Gwen's face. The fight was over.

Continues in Chapter 13

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 13
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 13 - Prize Party
I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the physical punishment and humiliation was over. I wasn't sure how much better the rest would be, especially for my wife, but I felt honor bound to accept the outcome. After all, I hadn't risen to stop the fight upon hearing the promises made during the strip off. Even though I didn't really know James, I felt supremely confident that his honor would have bound him in the same way. In fact, I believed my wife would have wanted it that way, as painful as it might be.
For the first time in a long time there was a break in the erotic tension in the room. Julia had stopped snapping pictures. How she did it I'll never know. She was sure a trooper, getting all those shots. I wasn't sure I'd want to see them all but that wasn't foremost in my mind right now. I noted the clock on the wall. It was nearly 3:00 A.M. Usually by this time I would have been long gone in a deep sleep, even allowing for a late night interlude of sex with my wife, but right now my eyelids were not drooping. On the contrary, the horny tension of the night, combined with the adrenalin ravishing my system, kept me wide-awake. My moment of inner reflection was broken.
"Oh Hal......" Sally spoke to me in a sort of singsong tone, beckoning me. "I need another cold beer. Heineken." She spoke matter-of-factly, not the least bit concerned that I might not kowtow to her wishes. I got up, aware for the first time in a while that my cock had never lost its erection. I wondered who had slipped the extra dose of Viagra in my beer. Not really, it just surprised me to see the extent of my erection. I got up and retrieved the beer for Sally.
"Thanks Hal."
"You're welcome, Sally." I tried not to look at my wife. It would have killed me if she were crying. But I couldn't help myself. I glanced in her direction to see her in a sitting position, propped up on a pillow. James, kind gentleman, had actually on his own headed to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. He handed it to Julia who took it over for Gwen. I stood beside Sally as she drank her beer. We stood there close together. My totally naked body and she still covered in shredded stockings and ripped garter devices. I looked over towards Gwen just as she took the glass from Julia. Her eyes caught mine, as I looked questioningly her way. She lowered her glass and gave me two distinct but small nods of her head. It was her way of saying that yes, she too, felt honor-bound to let the winner's promise become fulfilled. In some ways it was doubly sad for me, since her acquiescence indicated had it been she that was the winner, she would be doing the same thing with James.
Sally drank about half the bottle in a hurry. I can't say that the beer lowered her inhibitions any, as alcohol is known to do, because I don't think she had any inhibitions left. I continued to stand near her. She seemed quite happy to down the beer. "Well, Hal. Are you ready?"
I meekly shrugged my shoulders in mute acceptance. I didn't know what she had planned, but even with the guilt and awkward feeling I felt, I could not eliminate the lust that seemed to rule inside me. At this moment Sally was not a thing of beauty like I'd noticed on the ballroom floor. Her hair was a mess. She had some red welts, albeit small ones, on her face, breasts and torso. Her mascara had run terribly, merging with all the sweat, spit, and tears of the last several hours. Her groin and inner legs had not been cleaned up after James and my treatment as a shooting gallery. Our cum stuck to her in dried globs, especially in her pubic hair region. Basically she was a total mess. Notwithstanding all that, my cock stood rigidly pointing toward her, ready for action, as I faced her from close range. She had seen my playful cock-duel with James earlier and I suspected that she wanted a duel of her own with my tool as the toy. But I can't say I really knew what to expect. Just that I was pretty sure that she was deeply motivated by lust to affirm why she had devoted so much of herself to conquering Gwen. In other words, without the spoils of war, why fight? I was her spoils.
She eyed me between swallows. I guess she was mulling over for herself just how to take advantage of the situation and me. She smiled at me, sometimes actually grinning. She inched ever closer until she stood directly in front of me. She looked up into my eyes. I tried not to look too enthralled by her, but I couldn't help but look back with the thrill of tasting forbidden fruit blasting through my mind. I sensed after three or four minutes of this tense, quiet standoff that she had finally reached some sort of decision in her mind. The other three were sitting quietly watching the tentative beginning of the prize party. I can't imagine what all must have been going through their minds. Julia had for the moment at least stopped taking photos. I think she reloaded memory into her camera at least half a dozen times so far. I couldn't seem to care about that, only what Sally had in store.
So close I could smell Sally's heady aroma; a fusion of sweat, cum, fading perfume, and rich pungent pussy juices. She swirled the last two inches of beer around in the green bottle and tipped it high for a final flourish.
"I need a chaser................a cock chaser." She giggled at her own cleverness with words.
Down she went. Kneeling on the floor she grabbed my hardness and began to massage it slowly and gently with her fingers. Her eyes were glued to my cock. She examined it closely with her fingers and eyes. She cupped my balls in her hand, weighing them with a brief up and down motion. She looked up at me and nodded her affirmation of whatever quality she was measuring. Evidently my balls, one load shy of full, still carried the heft she wanted.
Then I felt her mouth slide over the tip of my cock. Her soft wet tongue tickled the underside as her wet lips encircled the raging hardness of my penis. "Ummmmmmmmm." She pulled her mouth away just long enough to look over at Gwen. "Too bad a cock like this is wasted on a whore like you!"
I knew not to look over at Gwen. It wouldn't have been pretty. Sally's mouth dove over my cock again. This time she slowly worked it into her mouth, keeping plenty of wet pressure on as many square inches of my sensitive skin as possible. I had always loved having my cock sucked. What man didn't? Sally sure knew how to accommodate a man. Her lips made it down halfway (about 3 inches - I'm very average). She began to move up and down on my cock, varying the pace from quite slow and deliberate to very fast and furious. The feeling was intense. The wicked pleasure was a pure joy as she hungrily sucked my manhood. After three or four minutes of this she slowed down. Twisting her head around and bending low she sucked first one of my balls into her mouth and then the other. Opening very wide she literally power sucked them both in, first the right and then the left. I groaned as she twirled her tongue over the wrinkled but tightly wound surface of my scrotum. I nearly fainted, but she sensed the weakness in my knees and pulled back. Back to my cock she went. Looking up into my eyes she licked my entire shaft along the bottom side, letting her tongue spend extra time just under the glans at the front of my cock. She sure knew my hot spot. Swinging her head over to the top side she opened her mouth and with her lips forcing downward as she held my cock firmly up with her hands, she ran her mouth from tip to base and back again. The wonderful pressure forced more groans from my throat. She looked over at my wife. My eyes didn't follow her gaze. "I think he likes it." It was true, I did. I couldn't help it. It was wonderful. But why did she have to rub it in. Wasn't it bad enough that Gwen was forced to witness, at least audibly my lusty groans, topped off by Sally's humiliating taunts?
Aiming her head back for a direct frontal attack on my cock, she took an inch. Her hands were both at work rubbing the further reaches of my dick. Her tongue ran swirly circles all around the head of my cock. My groans became almost continuous as she expertly gave pleasure to her enemy's husband. The tonguing stopped. I watched another inch disappear inside her wet plump lips. Her blue eyes searched upward to see me staring back with eyes wide open. She moved her lips in a sort of wiggling progression. They were literally worming their way down my cock. Never losing contact with my ultra sensitive skin, I saw another inch disappear. Her eyes were burning with passion as she forced her lips to worm further down my cock. I felt her tongue caressing the underside of my cock, further down than ever. Gwen was never a contender for deep throat action. It had never really bothered me, since her 'ordinary' blow jobs were always pretty damn well appreciated. I felt the tip of my cock reach the back of her mouth. Then without delay she wormed her lips down as now more than two-thirds of my cock had disappeared from sight. The head of my cock had now entered new territory. I felt the wonderful wetness of her throat. It inched inside a fraction at a time until it was buried full length inside her head. I felt her tongue snake out and actually lick the edge of my scrotum where it meets my cock. Some of my pubic hairs had disappeared inside her lips. "God, Oh God" I thought as I felt her lips constrict around the very base of my cock. Somehow she used her wet, succulent lips like a bungee cord and squeezed tightly. It was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. As slowly as she had worked her way down she now withdrew. The tightness of her lips followed the withdrawal so that every single square millimeter of my dick had been pleasured by her tight wet mouth.
She glanced over at my wife but her gaze then returned to me. "Did SHE ever do THAT?" The answer inside my head was a resounding NO, but I couldn't force myself to say so. She turned my silence against me. "Sometimes silence speaks volumes." She was still rubbing it in to Gwen. I glanced over at Gwen now and could see that she was still in the same posture, but it looked like her eyes were closed. She still held the glass of water in her hand. Julia had left Gwen's side. She had been dutifully capturing Sally's fellatio, and I'm sure she got a few of my face and its reaction as well. My body shuddered in delight at the totally forbidden pleasure. Before I could gather coherent thoughts my consciousness was reawakened because Sally wasn't done with me.
As though leading a dog, she grabbed my cock with one hand and led me over to the big couch, turned me around and had me sit down. "Time for a champion's fuck," She didn't look at Gwen as she spoke, but clearly it was a message for her. I leaned back with my hips resting on the edge of the couch. Before she climbed aboard she knelt briefly on the floor and placed her tits on either side of my erection. Her hands squeezed my cock between the soft, wonderful flesh. Leaning slowly forward and then back she watched my cock appear and disappear from between her massive globes. My cock still had a bit of moisture left from her oral episode just a minute before, but she spit several gobs of saliva into the territory between her tits, coating my cock and providing delectable slippery friction between her milk organs and my sperm shooter. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, just savoring the pleasure. I felt guilty to be so greedy, but the fact is that I desperately wanted every moment of sexual play that Sally might give me. After guiding my cock in and out of her wet confines, and after relishing the nearly pussy-like tightness as she pressed her breasts very firmly together, she got up.
My organ pointed to the ceiling and she knew how to deal with that. With a brief look over at Gwen to confirm that she was watching (she was), Sally knelt across my torso and lowered her hips toward me. Reaching between our sweating bodies to find her toy, she guided my cock into her pussy. In one easy plunge I was totally embedded. I could hardly believe the wetness. It was as if I had just dipped my cock in warm melted butter with about 50 pounds of pressure squeezing every millimeter of its sensitive skin. At first I lay still, giving Sally the presumption of control and initiative. After the first plunge, impaled completely by my cock, Sally simply wiggled her ass around on me. I could feel the pressure of her cxnt lips tightly gripping the very base of my cock. Her wiggling made me shiver again from the wonderful sensations transmitted by her warm, wet, pussy to my hard, stiff, smooth cock. She leaned forward. I watched as her nipples, hanging low beneath her plump breasts, grazed my chest. She allowed only the slightest trace of skin-to-skin contact. Watching and feeling her impressive endowments trace little circles on my chest was an added erotic bonus. I have always loved for Gwen to tickle me with her nipples and Sally had instantly and instinctively discovered my appreciation, as I clearly conveyed my pleasure with a series of breath-catching gasps. I wasn't really trying to give away what I really liked. I just couldn't help it. My sensual physiology was in charge, not me.
After nearly a whole minute of this, and still remaining totally impaled by my penis, she began to rock; up and back, up and back. By the third rocking motion my hips involuntarily got into the act. Our organs mated in wonderful harmony. It felt so natural and easy. Her liquid lubrication was very, very nice. My hardness rammed into her body, becoming more and more involuntary. I felt like if this moment lasted forever I would be in heaven.
As focused as I was on my own pleasure with the woman who had just beaten my wife, I still maintained some awareness of my surroundings. Gwen sat several feet away, still on the floor, tears beginning to dry up. She still showed the physical signs of the fight, but strangely I thought I saw a glimmer of peace in her face. I couldn't comprehend her actual feelings, but it seemed that she was resigned to the situation. No, it was more than that. She seemed to actually be gleaning a bit of satisfaction for herself, evidently from seeing me enjoy the libidinous pleasures that she knows are at the heart of every man's soul, especially her husband's.
Julia became a frequent visitor in the space close to me. I think she must have taken two-dozen pictures of my face in just the past few moments. She also crouched down behind Sally and I heard the clicking that represented extreme close-ups of our greedy fornication. James sat on the same chair as before, rigidly erect as he watched his wife plunging down onto my cock. I wondered what sort of feelings he was struggling with. One feeling was very obvious. His erection spoke volumes about the horniness he felt. His hand was softly toying with his cock, gently pleasuring himself as I fucked his wife before his very eyes.
Sally seemed quite focused on our coital intercourse. Her sighs and groans were evidence of the pleasure she was receiving. But she also seemed perceptive of the actions around her. All of a sudden she slowed her humping hips. Then she stopped. Looking over at my wife she said, "He's mine now. Too bad for you."
She spoke to Julia who was at our side pointing her lens at our crotch junction. "I sure hope you're getting all of this. I can't wait to share these photos with all of Gwen's friends." Her threat didn't hold much weight, but she had certainly taken the opportunity to make another dig at Gwen's predicament.
Next she turned towards James. "Hey husband. Don't just sit there with that stiff thing. Get over here and fuck me."
James looked a little surprised. He didn't say or do anything until Sally demanded again, "I SAID get over here and stick your cock in my pussy. I can handle two cocks and from what I saw before, I think Hal might really like some companionship." Her sense of humor was intact, even though it had a biting edge to it.
Shit, I thought, this woman is sure some twisted lady. My surprise and initial dismay lasted only a moment as I saw James obey his wife and walk towards us with his hard pole in his hand. My expectation of what was about to happen was that of sizzling, forbidden pleasures. I could only imagine the physical and psychological impact of what we were about to do. I didn't have to imagine for very long.
In five seconds James was behind Sally, bending low to align his erection with our already conjoined organs. Whether by accident or design, I'll never know but I first felt his cock on my balls. The entire length of my shaft was buried in Sally's cxnt and I wasn't moving to allow him access in my place. So my balls were tight up against the intersection of our bodies. But once that first touch was felt I'm convinced that James was teasing my balls with his cock on purpose. The head of his cock pushed my scrotum, one way, the then the other. It kept up a gentle pressure as it moved slowly around, exploring the underside of my taut sac and then poking at each testacle before sliding upwards toward the junction of my balls and my cock. I'd never in my wildest curious fantasies ever envisioned something like this. Sally and I kept still as James dickhead found the crevice where my cock already filled her. His rigid manhood pressed against the very base and underside of my cock as he squirmed a bit, trying to wiggle his way into a hole that surely didn't seem accommodating. Sally squirmed a little herself as she obviously felt the probing organ. It seemed that his cock was only half an inch further up my shaft when Sally wiggled some more and James gave a mighty push. He was in!
The speed of his entry was surprising and glorious. The feeling of his cock head ramming inside Sally's cxnt as it scraped its way up the length of my own cock was a feeling for which there are no words. He hit bottom and I now felt his balls swat against mine. Sally gasped at the intrusion, but it didn't take long for her to start wiggling her body. "Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Hell yes!" She let us know the pleasure she was feeling. James and I both grunted as we began to fuck her hole together. For just a moment after settling in James remained still, savoring the exquisitely tight confinement we shared. Then he began to rock his hips, pushing in and out of his wife's pussy. I did the same.
Lord, Lord, Lord! It was fucking incredible! The increased tightness was glorious! The soothing lubrication was magnificent! The feel of James smooth hard cock riding alongside inside Sally's womb tunnel was kinky and powerfully exciting. My cock had never experienced the combination of such delights. Not only was the pure physiology of it perfect, but the wicked awareness that I was fucking another man's wife even while he fucked her too, as my wife and a stranger lady looked on had my head spinning. My hips began to pump wildly. My breathing became ragged. Sally lowered her chest to me, her breasts plastered on my chest. Her mouth found mine and we kissed violently with lips, tongues, and teeth devouring each other. My hands grabbed her head and forced her face into mine. I felt my passion rule over every other concern in my life. I had to have her. I had to fuck her hard, long, and deep. I had to experience the plunging friction of James manhood imperatively seeking his personal pleasure demons. Our bodies writhed in a humping frenzy. Like a two-cylinder engine we plunged into her on opposite cycles. This kept her at least half full of cock at every moment and as our cocks hit bottom and we rocked her body forward with every thrust she was wracked by the rapidity of the cycle.
"Unh, unh, unh, unh.............." Sally let out soft rapid sounds with every thrust we banged her way. She loved it. She wanted it. She earned it. She deserved it. She was getting it. If she was anything like me she wanted to cum and yet wanted it to last. My pleasure center was so sensitized and so overwhelmed with electric joy that I didn't ever want it to end. I felt my cock's tingly pre-orgasmic feeling settle in. Typically for me, being a quick shooter, that would mean release was imminent, but this time, somehow, the orgasm got hung up. It didn't happen. I was riding a wave crest of immense proportions, like a surfer who caught a tsunami and mastered its power for mile after mile after mile.
On and on we went. Occasionally one or the other of us would shift gears and fuck with different rhythms or directions. Once as I was pulling out and James was plunging in, my cock popped out of her hole. My anxiousness to return inside her was so great that I just prayed my aim was good and I jabbed with every ounce of power my loins could generate, demanding by force my right to be there. As luck would have it James cock had inadvertently fallen out on his very next outstroke and so we found ourselves both seeking entrance to her hole at the same time. My first powerful thrust actually hit James cock and diverted it off to one side. But I missed my target. I resumed my insistent probing and poking as I felt James devote himself equally to the same goal. Our cocks and balls banged each other in defiance of the other's need to return to our perfect nest. I came close to penetrating on about the fifth stroke, but James cock pressured mine out of the way. Sally was anxious to resume her dual pounding, but she didn't seem to be playing favorites at all. She kept her pussy ready but still as we blasted our dicks at her in the frenzied attempt to work inside. James hands were on Sally's back, so he wasn't 'cheating' and using his hand to guide himself into Sally. Thank God James was a 'fair man.' We just banged our cocks repeatedly towards the target. I was at a disadvantage since I couldn't see the target. James, from his position in behind, could look down and see the object of his desire. But my instincts were very good. I used my hard erection time after time to thwart James' entry. Then it happened, finally. Judging only by feel where her entrance was I put my cock in reverse for just a fraction of a second and then rammed it forcefully at Sally. Instantly I sunk balls deep back where I belonged. Oh, the satisfaction was immense. Now James was forced to probe for a second time to squirm inside. It didn't matter to me now that he made it in. I had proved something to James and myself that I was better. I had managed to plunge myself inside his very own wife, even as his cock worked diligently to get there first and to prevent me from my invasion.
Now that James and I were both inside again we built up a rhythm of simultaneous thrusts. We pulled back at the same time and thrust together into her wet tight hole. This gave Sally some seriously intense feelings. The mass and volume of two manhoods stretching her tissues and plunging cervix deep into her vagina must have given her a powerful 'full-up' satisfaction and joy. She cried a little cry of pain on our first dual plunge, but then each cry thereafter seemed to be one of pleasure that kept growing and growing. I eventually sensed in James movements urgency I had not noticed before. Somehow their urgency became my own. I began to follow my own bodies instinct, ramming my cock home, feeling Sally clench her pussy tight around both our shafts, relishing the tingly touch of James as he slid by going one way or the other.
The pre-orgasmic tingle saturated my cock, my balls, my groin, and eventually I felt the numb-tingly pleasure all through my body. I started making noises of passion and I heard James and Sally do the same. We created a harmony of sound that blended with the environment and with our locked bodies to both soothe and strengthen the intensity of our pleasure. I felt my hips take total control of my body. They pumped my cock into Sally with machine gun tenacity. James matched my propulsive power and Sally humped back at us with a most vengeful intensity. My balls tightened up and I felt James balls bang into mine, feeling like marbles they were so hard. We pushed and plundered Sally for another two or three minutes until she yelled out, "Do it now! Now! Fuck me now! Come, come, come, come."
And we did. The three of us shattered the veneer of normalcy as we ground our groins together with the most ferocious intensity yet, screaming, cursing, moaning, and glorifying the moment as we came. I sure don't know how much either James or I came, but I felt the sperm-spewing ejection mechanism inside my equipment cycle at least 25 times as I pressed deeply into Sally, towards her womb. James must have squirted nearly as many times. I could feel the spasms course through his cock even as my own were blasting through the length of my own. We saturated Sally's innards with our juices, matching I'm sure the amounts we spattered over Gwen and Sally earlier. As Sally filled up inside with our fluids, the additional lubrication, at least double anything I had ever experienced before, was the frosting on the cake.
I glorified in the warm, sticky, yet slippery, ejaculate as it engulfed our cocks inside the tight container of Sally's vagina. We rocked together in slower and slower motion, our ragged breathing trying to return to normal. We remained joined like that, the three of us, for almost another five minutes. Our erections eventually did disappear, yet we found it difficult to disengage. I wiggled my cock a few times, a sort of 'thank you' touch for the couple. I began to notice my surroundings again. Sally wiggled her ass a little and both our penises plopped out of her well-fucked hole. James stepped back and Sally climbed off of me. I sat up on the couch and closed my eyes for a moment.
My brain had not yet painted a picture of what all that meant. I hadn't considered the broader post-fight environment as we performed our three-way fuck. I had been lost in the moment and it took Sally to bring me back to square one (if that existed anymore).
She had obviously been totally stimulated by what we did, but she spoke now in a very cool voice, "That was very nice gentlemen. Thank you Hal. Thank you James. Now I have something to say to Gwen." She turned her well-used body towards her enemy. A few steps separated the women. Sally split the distance in half before she addressed Gwen. "Your husband has proven himself quite worthy of my affections. I will now take him as my prize. Not forever, mind you. Just for a while. You'll have him back soon enough." She spoke with an almost regal power. No consideration of anything other than what she said would be entertained. I watched for Gwen's reaction, but she remained silent and stoic.
Sally turned to James. "Get dressed and get down to the lobby. I want another room. It's early Sunday morning now (4:00 A.M.) and I want the room until checkout tomorrow, Monday. Hal and I will be together until then, at which time I will return him to his wife unharmed but a whole lot more used up. Bring me the key and bring my toiletries and bag. Get going." James didn't quite know hat to make of all this, judging by the look on his face, but he began to get dressed as per her request.
She turned to me. "You can gather a few things for cleanliness, but you won't be needing many clothes." I guess she didn't need to tell me more, since I had heard her speak to both Gwen and James already.
Surprisingly Sally didn't head for the bathroom to clean up. As erotically beautiful as she was to me at that point, she really needed a shower. But she coolly stood there, almost flaunting her appearance, never mentioning it at all.
James headed for the door and I went to the other room to collect my toothbrush, shampoo, etc. I found some boxers, t-shirt and sweat pants, threw some on and tossed some extras in a bag and returned to the room to see Sally seated across from Gwen. I don't think she had spoken at all, but just her presence, gloating over the gathering made a powerful statement of its own.
James actually returned rather quickly, less then 10 minutes I believe, and brought the things Sally wanted. He set them beside her. He had a card/key for the room and her bag with sundries in it. "The room is down on the second floor. You'll see the room number on the envelope. It's all paid for, including as much room service as you wish." James actually had exceeded her expectations. "Good for him," I thought.
Sally now turned to Julia. "I want to dearly thank you for your efforts this evening. It has made much more enjoyable my activities, knowing that you've recorded for posterity my superiority over that witch," referring to Gwen. I trust you will provide the entire photo documentation to both couples within a short time. I won't need you anymore. I'm going to get to know Hal a whole lot better in private. I would ask now that James take the responsibility of fulfilling any financial remuneration that might have been agreed to between you and Hal. Hal will be unavailable until tomorrow noon. James, can you handle that?"
"Yes dear, I'd be glad to."
Julia said just about the only words she had spoken the entire evening. "Thanks for that. I'll be happy to get you both a full set of discs with every hi-res image I took. I can assure you that you'll love the quality of my work. Besides I would like to mention the distinct pleasure I took in working for such wonderful couples. It has been a very stimulating experience. If I can ever be of service in the future, just let me know." She ended with a little sales pitch that was tinged with just a hint of hope for the future.
Sally turned back to James. "Dear husband, you might also want to call housecleaning and offer to pay for the extra cleaning that might be necessary in here. We wouldn't want them to refuse to let the Grudins return because they trashed the room now would we?"
"No problem. I can handle that." James was willing at every request.
"Now James, I want you to know something. What I'm about to do with Hal is purely my due. I'm collecting what the slut Gwen owes me. You are the love of my life and I'll come back tomorrow after noon and this party can be put behind us. Amuse yourself around town with whatever pleases you in my absence. Do so in the full knowledge that you married a woman who can take care of herself and who is worthy of your affection." She walked over to him and kissed him gently on the lips. With a quick touch to his cheek she turned to me. Without even pausing to throw on a robe, she marched majestically towards the door, bag and key in hand. I quickly grabbed my gear, and glanced at Gwen. Julia stood beside Gwen, her hand on her shoulder for comfort. My questioning look was met by the same small nod of Gwen's head that I'd seen before. I headed out the door behind Sally.
Totally unfazed by walking into the hotel hallway in her naked condition (after all, who would be out at past 4 A.M. anyway) headed toward the nearby stairs. No one was around. All was quiet save for the buzz of the somewhat harsh fluorescent lighting in the stairwell. We made it to the half-landing when she turned to me with a gleam in her eye. She plopped down on the 3rd step, opened her legs, and pointed to her pussy. I didn't even hesitate. Her well-worn cxnt had become my focus. I dove right in and began to eat her pussy. The taste was severe, but yet womanly. The aroma was very strong in my nostrils, but as uninviting as one might expect, I took considerable erotic pleasure from providing my wife's victress with her treat, right there in the stairwell of the hotel at 4:30 in the morning, not 75 feet away from my wife back in our room. One thing for sure, Sally meant to take advantage of me. One more thing for sure, so far that was fine by me.
I savored the dining in her crotch. I examined as much territory as my tongue and lips would reach. I slurped up whatever liquid I could find, including the remnants of four male ejaculations, two of them mine. While never a priority for me, under the spell of Sally, who knows how much I might do? I tasted the same hole and clit that my wife had been forced to eat as part of her humiliation, and now I was contributing my share. The thing about it for me though, was that I didn't feel the least bit humiliated. I felt LUCKY!
Sally was very quick. I don't think I spent even five minutes twirling my tongue inside her before she began to rock and buck against me. Her rise towards orgasm was exponential, gaining momentum faster and faster. I licked her clit with my tongue, pressuring it in long swooping circles again and again and again. When she came she grabbed my head and jammed it into her really hard. She pushed and wiggled my head firmly into her cxnt until her orgasm had subsided. She looked at me as she lifted my head by my hair and said just two words, "Good boy."

continued in Chapter 14

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 14
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 14 - Private Party
We made it directly to the room without anyone seeing us, thank God. She gave me the key to open the door and we went in. I flipped on the lights and tossed my bag on the first table inside the main room. She followed and we saw the Jacuzzi tub beside the king size bed. The room was nice, although not as large as my suite.
I dared ask a question, "Aren't you tired? Don't you want some sleep?"
"Soon enough," she ventured. "But look at me. Don't you think I could use a little cleaning up?" She actually laughed as she contemplated her looks. She hadn't seen herself in a mirror, but I'm sure she knew that her perfect beauty of 8 hours before was long gone.
"Yes, I guess that might be a good idea."
"Well then, what are you waiting for? Start the hot water and get out the bubble bath."
She returned to the door, hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign outside, closed and locked the door.
We were now alone. It was just the two of us and I became nervous, sort of like a schoolboy on his first date. I shouldn't have been nervous, considering what had already happened with and in front of each other, but it was a fact. I had to admit the idea of a bath sounded pretty good. So I went ahead and drew the water, hot, but not too hot. I added a quarter bottle of bubble bath and went to the fridge where I found some juice. I asked Sally if she'd like some and she said she would. I poured small glasses for us both and then I returned to sit in the edge of the filling tub. Sally had three badly damaged articles of clothing on. She removed her stockings first and then her sexy garter belt. Now for the first time I saw her completely naked.
She saw my gaze upon her and asked, "Well, what do you think Hal? Do you like what you see?" She was actually half mocking her own looks, fully recognizing that her appearance was currently very bedraggled.
She had begun to put me at ease somewhat, "Well, considering our unusual circumstances, I think I can be honest and tell you that I find you a very attractive woman. I don't think I'd make a very convincing liar after some of the things I did during the last half hour."
"Even with the way I look now?" She was referring to her post fight appearance, which even she knew was somewhat less than pinup model quality.
"I think a man of perception can see through those kind of appearances. I hope I can still be a fair judge of beauty and sexiness on a woman's 'bad hair day.' I politely referred to her looks.
"Well I thank you for that. Maybe the bath will help. Is it ready yet?"
I tested the water as it approached the high mark on the tub. "It's kind of hot. Will that be ok?"
Sally stepped over and ran her hand through the bubbly water. "Ooooh. Yes, it's kind of hot. Let's wait a minute."
She sat down on the edge of the bed and I sat beside her. We sipped our juice and talked. "So tell me Hal. Why did you come up to this hotel with your wife?"
"Well, I guess it's simple enough. Now that our kids are all out of the house, we thought it was time to try to put some romance back in our lives. We were hoping that something like this would have jump started our sex lives."
"Sooo. How well do you think you have accomplished that so far?" Sally smiled as she waited for my answer.
"At this moment I can't speak for my wife, but I'd have to admit, with qualifications, that so far MY expectations have been exceeded."
"What qualifications might you be referring to?"
"Sally, I hope you won't be offended, but I can't in any honesty say that I was rooting for you to beat my wife. I badly wanted Gwen to beat your ass."
Sally let out a really happy sounding laugh. "Of course, of course. I wouldn't have supposed any different. I know James was rooting for me. So why are you so willing to come here with me?"
" I don't know if I have the REAL answer to that question. I guess probably because I remember both promises you ladies made early on in the fight. You promised to have me for a prize and Gwen promised to take James. Since neither James nor I spoke up in opposition at that moment I guess I feel compelled to let the winner have her way. It hurts me to think about it but I fully suspect that Gwen would probably be taking advantage of James right now if she had won."
"So what you are saying, if I have it right, is that your sense of honor sort of forces you to accept the consequences of my victory?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much it."
"So what about the 'other' reality? You let me suck your cock. Yummy. You fucked me and shared me with my husband. You ate my cum-dripping pussy on a stairway in a hotel." She paused for a few seconds. "What about that? Isn't another reason you came with me that you have a burning desire for me? I can see desire in your eyes, you know?"
I had to think about my response a moment. "I guess you are partly right. I look at you and have sexual desire. My hormones evidently are doing their job. But that's not WHY I'm here. I've had sexual desire and feelings for literally hundreds of women during the course of my marriage, but that didn't turn into any sort of dalliance or tryst. It was just that: desire. I've been very happy with Gwen, even though I sometimes wish for a more exciting sex life, but I never cheated on her. So it isn't my DESIRE for you that brought me here. It's the fact that you beat Gwen in a fair fight and the consequences had been clearly spoken beforehand. So you are partly right."
"Well that's good to know. I like the fact that you are honest with me. But make no mistake about my intentions. You and I are going to have as much hot sex over the next day as I can possibly get. I understand your feelings for your wife, but you are now a lucky man. You get to have as much extramarital sex as you want with a woman you desire, and you even are doing it with your wife's permission. How good is that?"
"If you don't mind my saying so. I fully intend to take every opportunity. I'll let my desire run wild with you, seeking every conceivable manner of fulfilling my desires, within the physical reality of my 53-year-old body. In fact, I guess since it's kind of an honor thing for me to be doing this, it wouldn't be honorable unless I invested myself fully in the effort. A half-hearted dishrag partner isn't a partner at all. In a sense I'll just be trying to keep up with my wife. I know she laid it all on the line, giving it everything she had in her battles with you. I would be dishonoring HER, if I didn't give you everything I have, as she did."
"Hal, I do believe you are truly a noble man. I know you're not here to win my heart. But I'm very glad to hear that you want to win my body. I do believe we'll have a smashing good time."
She finished her juice and I downed mine. I tested the water again. It was fine. I told her it was ready.
"Get those clothes off. I'm not the only one that needs a bath." Sally looked at me with a wink.
She was right about that of course. I hadn't mentioned it but I was glad she wanted me in the large tub with her. She went right in. Sinking in to her chin, I could see the relief in her face as the warm bubbly waters soothed her. I stepped over to the wall and threw the Jacuzzi switch for the maximum time. The water began bubbling and pulsing from the jets. I pulled off my sweats and underwear and slid down chin deep also. I went in at the opposite end from Sally. Our legs met in the middle of the tub.
So far I had kept most of our interaction in Sally's realm. I let her start the conversation and dictate its flow. In the relaxing waters and considering my own promise from moments before, I offered, "Would you like me to shampoo your hair?"
"Why, Hal. How sweet. Would you?"
I dunked my head under the hot bubbling water and bobbed back up to grab the nearby bottle of shampoo. Sliding around the tub I watched as Sally dunked herself under the water. She shook her head to loosen the strands of hair, running her hand through her blonde tresses beneath the surface for several seconds. She swung her head out of the water and moved to sit in front of me. I sat up on the edge of the tub so she could lean back on the wall of the tub. She sat where one of the powerful jets was shooting into her back. For the next several minutes I gave her a long slow shampoo and scalp massage. I let my fingers enjoy the softening texture. I relished the contentment that seemed to be soaking into Sally's being. It was satisfying to be at peace. I was living in the moment, absorbing the gentle rhythm of her head as it moved gently under my fingers' massage. Her head weaved from side to side as I worked the shampoo into her hair. Through the mirror on the opposite wall I could see she had closed her eyes, absorbed in the release of tension and soothing waters and massage. For nearly ten minutes I massaged her scalp.
Feeling the need to move on, I started to massage her shoulders, which must have been quite tense and sore from her exertions. Sally opened her eyes and smiled at me in the mirror. "That was nice, really nice." She let her body slip down under the water and she used her hands to massage the shampoo from her hair. In a moment she came up, but instead of returning to sit between my legs she offered to shampoo my hair for me. Well, I don't have very long hair, so the task would be easy. But since she offered I naturally accepted. We traded places and I felt the lovely relaxing pleasure as her fingers massaged my scalp. My eyes were also closed most of the time, but I occasionally opened them for a glimpse of Sally in the mirror. She seemed to be enjoying herself also. We were together in a sort of dreamy, peaceful place. Our cares were gone. No troubles intruded. The outside world didn't exist. It was just the two of us sharing. The fact that I hadn't ever even seen this woman nine hours before never even crept into my mind. It seemed totally natural and right that we were together in this moment. She massaged my temples, the back of my neck, my ears, my forehead, and my entire scalp. The lovely tranquility eased my mind and the warm jets of water soothed my body. Sally gave me about ten wonderful minutes of this before her hands wandered down across my chest. With her hands flat and smooth, they dove under the water as she leaned over me. I felt her breasts caressing my neck while her hands played with my nipples.
She whispered soft and sweetly in my ear, "Let me wash your body."
Well, I'm a sucker for invitations like that so I offered a very quiet, "All right."
I slipped under the water that was nearly to the rim, rinsing my hair of the shampoo. Fifteen seconds was enough. When I popped up, Sally stood before me looking like a goddess. Granted, a few flaws, courtesy of my wife, were plainly evident. Her face had two small bruises, on the corner of her chin and another just to the outside of her left eyebrow, high on her cheek. Apparently a couple of Gwen's hard slaps had done the damage. She also had red marks on her breasts and tummy, but even with these blemishes, my consciousness absorbed her as a 'whole woman' and I found her attractive as hell. Her mascara had already washed away. No makeup remained. Her hair was wet and hanging string like, but shiny. Her slightly protruding tummy was in no way a turn off. Indeed, I think it just affirmed the fact that she was a mature woman, with a mature woman's confident sexuality that didn't depend on mimicking a centerfold's thinness.
In her hand were a washcloth and a bar of soap. The jets of the Jacuzzi chose this moment to time out. The waters stilled. The room was quiet. "Just stand there Hal, just like that." She looked at me with a soft look of tenderness, approaching me with her equipment. She began to rub the cloth with the bar of soap as she spoke to me again in a soft whisper, "You look so good standing there. It makes me feel so good inside knowing that you want me as badly as I want you. Stand still and I'll wash you all over."
She did. With soft touches, using both her hands and the cloth, she lathered my body from head to toe. She had me spread my legs so she could reach every inch. Not a millimeter went uncleaned. She soaped the cloth and washed my ass, lingering just a moment longer than she really needed to. My cock did receive special attention. No doubt about it. It seemed to take forever for her to conclude that I was clean. Of course during that time, we both began to notice the swelling. At first it wasn't much, but she noticed. Her hands replaced the cloth and she gently toyed with it. The pleasure wasn't hedonistic, but gentle, caring, sharing, and exquisitely tender. I felt remarkably lucky. Sally was everything to me at that moment.
She never got overly aggressive with my penis; just giving it the sort of cleaning that affirmed her interest in and satisfaction with my equipment. She had been absorbed visually with her task, but when she looked up into my eyes I knew it was time for the next stage. "Shall I wash you?" I asked.
"Yes, darling. That would be lovely." Her use of the word darling didn't even strike me as odd or wrong. It carried with it the clear feeling of affection she had for me. That was all. That was enough.
She also stood in the water that was about half way up our thighs. Some of the bubbly had dissipated by now, but the water was still warm enough for comfort. I took a new cloth and gave Sally as thorough and sensuous cleaning as I thought I had received. I wanted it to be special. I was all along hoping that I was succeeding. With my hands free to roam all over her body, the sexual appetite within me couldn't be denied. I managed to concentrate on the soft sensual cleaning of her entire body, including the waterlogged portion of her legs and feet. I actually went under water to clean her feet and toes. All the sweat, beer stains, man-cum, spit, perfume, pussy juice, and good old dirt came off under my caring hands. It took great patience for me to avoid her private areas until last. I first re-lathered the cloth and using as much gentleness as possible washed her breasts. Even with the cloth between my fingers and her skin, I thrilled at the touch. Re-lathering again I headed south to her pussy. Her wet pubic hairs got a thorough cleansing before I went deeper. Out of her own desire for thoroughness, she sat back on the edge of the tub, so she could spread her legs for me. The cloth found its mark. I gently washed each area, first with the palm of my hand rubbing over the entire area, but then following up with just a single finger swab cleaning the intricacies as far as I could reach. She pulled her knee up and out of the water, stretching her pussy wide. Then with her hand she assisted me by pulling her delicate pink lips even further aside. Her hole was open and ready. My cloth covered finger, went inside, twirled around and gently massaged as much area as I could reach by using just one finger. I dropped the cloth and looked up into her eyes. Sally's gorgeous blue eyes spoke to me. I didn't need any from her mouth. They said simply, "Please!"
My face was only inches away from her anxious hole. Our soft gentle caressing massage and wash had ended as I hoped, with desire for each other building to a point where we had to fulfill the thirst of our loins. My face leaned in. The intricate design of her womanly organ became etched in my mind. I suspect I'll be able to picture that scene in my mind forever; pink soft folds of her skin parted to the inner soft skin, crested by her magnificent clitoris. It stood at attention like a sentinel guarding a cave. I started with my nose. I edged closer to sniff her cleanliness and the fresh aroma emanating from inside her vagina. All remnants of earlier excursions there were now washed away. A gentle musk prevailed, augmented by the bubble bath sweetness and a hint of Irish Spring.
I sucked as much intimate aroma into my nostrils as my lungs would allow. I savored it longingly as I looked up at Sally, staring into her eyes. Slowly I let the air escape, blowing a short stream from my mouth towards her crotch. I sucked in a second, equally long languorous scent laden volume of air. The mixture of her aroma combined with her melting eyes, gave me a sense of pure adoring affection. I think scientists are right when they tell us that attraction is based on pheromones. I knew that I was a victim.
Upon releasing the second lungful of air, my mouth merged with her pussy. It wasn't as if I was just eating her out, although the physical events would be easy to describe with movements of teeth, tongue, lips, clit, and hips. But it seemed to me it was unification. Sally felt it also. I don't know how long it lasted, except to say that it lasted long enough. I looked up at Sally as much as my ministrations would allow. Every time I was met with those strikingly beautiful sexy eyes. Her tranquility of spirit gave me peace. Her orgasm built slowly, maintained itself for what seemed an inordinate length of time, eons maybe? Then it slowly faded away, like a ripple on a pond that is there and then it is not. I kept my mouth glued to her loins until she shifted her weight to indicate that I had done enough.
I backed away as she slipped into the water. Going to her knees, as I already was, she moved to me. Our eyes did all the talking. She put her arms around my neck and mine encircled her chest. Our bodies pulled together and we kissed. Pure bliss. Our sharing was soft, tender, and very sweet. Her hips began to move gently under the water, teasing my cock that was planted firmly between us. I felt my cock brushed by her small pubic mound. She scrubbed the head of my dick for several moments. She removed her mouth from mine and pushed me backwards in the tub. I lay back at an angle as she climbed over me. Her eyes, Oh God, her eyes. I was purely melting inside as she lowered her body until I was inside her completely. With exquisite delicacy she began to rock her pelvis in perfectly coordinated rhythms, matching my thrusts as though we were a single entity. We were. We were one. The lofty peaceful bliss I felt was enchanting. We moved synchronously until she did for me what I had done for her. My discharge volume was small, but the feeling was large and long. The lukewarm water, the clean freshness of our bodies, the wonderful sexy swinging of her breasts above me, sometimes crushed to my chest, the perfectly lovely soft kisses, her fingers playing in my hair all came together for me. I came in her and for her. The look in her eyes told me that her only desire in that moment was my pleasure. She was infinitely successful in giving me that pleasure. We clung together through my orgasm and beyond. The blissful beauty of our coupling had to end, but we did our best to stretch it out to its fullest. Finally we both began to stir. The water was barely lukewarm anyway. She slowly pulled off, cleaned herself briefly, and then suggested we get some sleep. After all it was now past 5 A.M.
We got out of the water and toweled off, feeling refreshed but very tired. Her hair was still wet and she spent a few minutes in the bathroom with the blow dryer. I was waiting for her in the bed when she came out. What a vision of loveliness. I was awestruck to think that this beauty was actually going to climb into bed WITH ME! I kept thinking I might be in a dream and wake up to my ordinary existence, but it was real. Sally was real. She joined me under the covers. We snuggled and slept - together.

continued in Chapter 15

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