When we are with our friends, my wife, Andrea, is often the prettiest woman in the group. There are certain perks to being the prettiest woman in the room. The men are always watching you, offering to get you drinks, opening doors for you, and being a little flirty. The women are usually extra nice, wanting to be pals with the cutest and most popular female in their circle of friends.
When Hannah is around, the social dynamics change. Hannah is Andrea’s natural rival, as they are the two prettiest women in the group of people we frequently socialize with. While I am fond of Andrea, I understand why some people think Hannah is more attractive. Both are blondes, though Andrea is a strawberry blonde while Hannah’s hair is golden, and both have beautiful faces. Both women have sexy, petite bodies, though Hannah is an inch or two taller and slightly thinner than my shapelier wife. Hannah’s main physical quality is her beautifully expansive bosom. She also has lean, gorgeous legs that she likes to show off by wearing short skirts. Andrea’s main physical quality is her shapely physique, especially her narrow waist and perfectly round bubble butt. Though not as large as Hannah’s, her breasts are beautifully formed and above average in size.
I guess you could say that these are the two alpha females in our group. Though both women are friendly towards each other, Hannah’s husband, Garrick, and I are always trying to create drama between them. Although we do it jokingly, Garrick and I have privately discussed how much we would love to see them in a fight.
One evening, we were all hanging out at a friend’s house. Garrick and I both enjoy working out, and he said he was not happy with his gym and that he and Hannah were looking for a new one.
“You two should join our gym,” I said, “Andrea and I love it.”
“You go to a gym?” Hannah asked Andrea, seemingly questioning her fitness.
“Wow, what a burn!” I exclaimed like a 12-year-old. In truth, Andrea rarely uses weights at the gym but regularly attends yoga classes. She has more of the soft, sexy, cuddly body of a porn star than the hard physique of a fitness model. While I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by the comment since Hannah does not exactly have a hard body herself, Garrick and I laughed like it was a great insult.
“Now boys, I did not mean it like that,” Hannah tried to explain, “I just assumed Andrea was naturally pretty.”
“Are you saying Andrea is not naturally pretty,” Garrick piped in.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant at all,” Hannah said, “Quit trying to twist my words.”
Andrea tried to look insulted, but her half-smile showed that she was not taking it seriously. Both ladies looked beautiful, dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts. Andrea’s snug top hugged her ample breasts and narrow waist, while her skintight jeans looked painted on, emphasizing her beautiful ass. Hannah’s gorgeous breasts were bulging out of her outmatched top, and she wore ripped jeans, revealing much of her lovely thighs.
“Baby, you’re not going to let her get away with insulting you like that, are you,” I said, deliberately trying to provoke her.
Soon other people had joined in, playfully goading them on—some on Andrea’s side, others with Hannah.
“You’re one to talk,” Andre said with a laugh, “I bet those skinny arms of yours have never touched a weight.”
“They may be skinny, but I bet they’re stronger than your arms,” Hannah countered teasingly.
“Oh yeah!”
“Yeah!”
Andrea stepped forward jokingly to challenge Hannah. When Hannah stepped forward to meet her challenge, for one magical moment, their boobs collided. Between Hannah’s forward momentum and her impressive tits smashing my wife’s breasts, Andrea bounced backward, landing hard on her lovely ass. The crowd laughed at Hannah’s boobs appearing to overpower my wife’s more diminutive melons.
My wife sat up, red-faced, looking embarrassed and a little peeved. She usually is very sweet but is not one to back down from a challenge. I was excited to see what her reaction was going to be.
Unfortunately, Hannah spoiled the moment by walking over to Andrea and helping her up. As Hannah apologized, Andrea rubbed her gorgeous toosh, which had taken the brunt of the fall. After she finished apologizing, Hannah hugged her. Once again, their beautifully shaped mounds collided. The embrace, meant as a goodwill gesture, became a sexy battle of breasts. What a sexy sight they made, the two shapely breasts mashed together erotically while Andrea massaged her adorable butt.
Hannah’s boobs, which look enormous on her narrow frame, were larger than my wife’s plump breasts. My wife began to squirm in defeat as Hannah’s ample bosom crushed her breasts. Andrea pushed Hannah away. She accepted Hannah’s apology and then walked away.
For several days, Andrea was in a sullen mood. I could tell she was frustrated with how Hannah humiliated her and that she backed down. She had a feisty spirit and never backed down from any woman, especially one she probably outweighed by 5-10 lbs.
A week later, Garrick and Hannah joined our gym, and I suggested that they work out with us. Andrea did not look thrilled with the idea, but she did not say anything. We all met after work and walked in together. Andrea and Hannah made small talk and seemed friendly toward each other, but the dynamics of their relationship had changed. Hannah was more confident, and Andrea was determined to resume her position as an alpha female.
Garrick was talking to me, but I was focused on the two beautiful women before me. As they walked into the dressing room to change into their workout clothes, Hannah glanced back and saw me staring. Throwing me a sexy grin, she reached down and pinched Andrea’s cute ass. The last thing I heard before the door shut was Andrea letting out a squeal.
Garrick and I quickly changed and waited outside the lady’s dressing room for our wives. Suddenly we heard loud talking through the door. Though their voices were muffled and unintelligible, I recognized them as belonging to Hannah and Andrea. Hannah’s voice sounded playful, while Andrea’s sounded irritated. A nearby woman was also curious about the commotion and opened the door to see what was happening.
“Don’t you dare!” Andrea shrieked while hidden behind a partition. Suddenly, I heard a popping sound, and Andrea let out a loud squeal. Then my wife ran out from behind the wall, with Hannah chasing her with a towel in her hands. Hannah was in her underwear, but Andrea was completely unclothed. Hannah smacked Andrea’s bare ass with the towel whenever she got close. They ran around and around a bench, with Hannah laughing and Andrea demanding that she stop. Each time Hannah popped her with the towel, my wife let out an adorable squeal.
A crowd of horny guys gathered around, all trying to catch a peek at my voluptuous wife’s nude body running around the dressing room. Hannah trapped her in a corner and slapped the towel against the soft flesh of Andrea’s juicy derriere several times. Then my wife made the mistake of turning around, presenting Hannah with a couple of irresistible targets. First, she targeted my wife’s breasts, smacking them multiple times. The tender mounds danced and quivered as the towel popped against them. As her soft boobs were stung repeatedly, Andrea raised her hands to shield them. Then Hannah reared back the towel, aiming much lower this time. Everyone, except Andrea, knew what her next target would be, as Hannah subtly bent her knees at the last second to give her the proper angle.
“Ooooohhhh!” Andrea squealed painfully as the tip of the towel popped against the delicate softness. Her hands dropped between her thighs as she fell slowly to her knees. It was a perfect shot, striking the vulnerable opening to her womanhood. As my wife knelt whimpering on the floor, the woman holding the door open realized that Andrea was in an exposed and embarrassing position. She shut the door, ending the show.
About ten minutes later, the women came out, acting as if nothing had happened. They did not realize the whole gym had seen them.
Both women looked sexy, although, after the arousing towel fight, they could have come out wearing burlap sacks and looked hot. Hannah came out wearing a matching blue halter top and running shorts, while Andrea wore a matching pink sports bra and tights. Their outfits showed off their bodies well, emphasizing their physical attributes. Andrea’s tights made her curvaceous ass look like a million dollars. She looked so good that I wanted to forego working out and instead take her home for a different type of workout. Hannah was driving me wild, also. Her halter top was cut low, showing off the top of her exquisite breasts, and her snug-fitting shorts made her legs look long and lean. Both were showing off their flat tummies, though Hannah’s appeared more toned.
The only sign that anything had happened between them was when Andrea occasionally massaged her inner thighs when she thought no one was looking.
While Garrick and I hit the weights, Hannah suggested that she and Andrea warm up by running a mile around the track that encircles the gym. Andrea is not much of a runner and declined.
“Come on,” Hannah pleaded, “Jogging is a good way to warm up before a workout. Don’t worry; I’ll go slow so you can keep up.”
“Hmmph,” Andrea grunted irritably. She hated jogging but knew Hannah was challenging her and could not back down.
The two began shuffling down the track, and, for the first ½ mile, Andrea had no problem staying with Hannah. By the ¾ mile mark, she was noticeably slowing down, and Hannah literally began running circles around her, prodding her on. At the 7/8 mile mark, my wife was gassed and began to walk.
“Come on, sweetie,” Hannah implored, “Don’t stop now. We’re almost finished.” Andrea just ignored her as she gasped for air. Hannah ran up behind her and pinched one of Andrea’s ass cheeks.
“Stop that!” my wife squealed. Hannah ignored her and pinched her again. “Don’t!” This time Hannah grabbed two handfuls of her shapely ass cheeks and squeezed hard. Andrea squealed loudly and began to run for the finish line. Every time she slowed down a little, Hannah pinched her ass. I’m not sure what was sexier, watching Andrea’s ass being pinched or Hannah’s big boobs bouncing up and down as she ran.
Andrea ran hard, but Hannah kicked into high gear at the end and easily won the impromptu race. I was waiting at the finish line, and when Andrea finished, she collapsed into my arms.
“I…hate…her,” Andrea gasped.
“Hannah’s a runner,” I said, “There was no way you could beat her. You need to challenge her to something you are better at.” Then I turned to Garrick and Hannah, “Hannah may be the better runner, but I bet Andrea is stronger.”
“I doubt that,” Garrick answered.
“Then how about an arm-wrestling match,” I proposed. Neither Andrea nor Hannah seemed particularly enthused about the idea, but neither was going to back down.
We placed two chairs beside a small table, and Andrea and Hannah sat down facing each other. Both agreed to wrestle with their right hand. The two pretty blondes locked hands and began to struggle. While both were on the petite side, Andrea was a little heavier and had thicker arms. Still, they seemed evenly matched for the first minute before Andrea could push Hannah’s hand down a few inches. Now it was Hannah who looked frustrated, unable to outmuscle my wife.
Suddenly, Hannah grinned and reached forward and kissed Andrea on the lips. As my wife gasped in astonishment, Hannah slammed her hand down.
“I won! I won!” Hannah exclaimed.
“No fair,” Andrea protested, “You cheated.”
We began to debate who the victor was when Garrick, surprisingly, sided with Andrea and me. I learned a few moments later why he was so quick to concede.
“So now they’re tied 1-1,” I said, “How are we going to determine a winner?”
“How about with these?” Garrick said as he grabbed a pair of boxing gloves hanging on a wall. While the gym did not have a proper boxing ring, it did have some punching bags people used for exercise.
“I’m not boxing her,” Hannah protested. Now it was her turn to back down, while Andrea felt more confident and determined to regain her status as an alpha female.
“What’s wrong? Are you chicken?” I taunted with the maturity of an 8-year-old.
“It’s not that. It’s just that I don’t want to hurt your wife.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Andrea replied, “You need to worry about yourself because I am about to punch your lights out.”
“Fine. Give me those gloves.”
While the girls put on the gloves, Garrick and I cleared space for a designated boxing area. The unplanned race had garnered some attention in the gym, and several guys had gathered around to watch the arm-wrestling match. Now the whole gym had gathered around to watch the boxing match. A couple of guys who had been beside me during the locker room towel fight pulled up some chairs to ensure they had a ringside view.
“Get your cell phone,” Andrea instructed, “I want you to video me kicking her butt.” I gladly did as she instructed.
The two entered the space we had cleared off and began circling each other. Andrea was eager to pound Hannah and became the aggressor early, throwing several roundhouse punches that missed the mark. My wife chased the backpedaling Hannah for several minutes but could not secure a quick knockout. As Andrea slowed her assault, Hannah tried to retaliate with little success. It was apparent that neither was experienced in the art of boxing, and both threw wildly inaccurate punches. In a typical catfight, inexperienced combatants usually go for their opponent’s hair, but the boxing gloves made this tactic impossible.
While it was entertaining watching the two sexy women punch it out, neither appeared to have the ability to score a decisive victory. As the fight continued, Andrea began breathing more heavily and moving more slowly. She was tired but smart enough to keep her gloves up and protect her face. On the other hand, Hannah was barely breathing hard but could not penetrate Andrea’s defense.
As the fight looked like a draw, I wondered when we should stop the fight. We had never discussed any rules, including how to determine a winner if there was not an obvious knockout.
While I pondered the vagarities of our rules, Garrick whispered something in Hannah’s ear. She nodded and then moved toward Andrea. After throwing a soft jab at Andrea’s face that was easily blocked, Hannah countered with a more forceful uppercut to my wife’s midsection. Andrea was unprepared for the blow, and it pounded the air from her diaphragm. My wife’s mouth gaped wide as she doubled over, gasping for oxygen. Then Hannah threw another uppercut, clobbering Andrea on her cheek and sending her flying onto the mat.
The gym erupted, and Hannah jumped into Garrick’s arms while Andrea moaned on the mat. I was stunned but was able to maintain a semblance of poise and keep filming. My primary focus was Andrea’s curvaceous body writhing on the floor. She managed to roll over and raise her shapely ass in the air as she tried to get up.
With considerable effort, Andrea struggled to her feet. She stood on unsteady legs, her arms dangling at her side, leaving her wide open for attack. Hannah took her time as she put all her strength behind a roundhouse right that slammed against Andrea’s chin. My wife stumbled back and did a pirouette before falling face-first in the laps of the guys in the chairs.
As Andrea lay squirming across the legs of two strangers, I found out later were named Pete and Steve, it was apparent she was finished. I would have stepped in and stopped the fight, but Andrea had instructed me to film the proceedings, and I was intent on fulfilling my assigned duties. I kept filming, though I was almost dizzy with arousal. Only later, when I had a chance to watch and rewatch the video, I noticed a few details that I missed live. Both guys were wearing thin jogging shorts and were visibly aroused. Pete had her head in his lap, subtly pushing her face down. He began rubbing her cheek against his engorged member. Between my wife’s thighs, I saw that Steve’s prick was protruding in his shorts. Her cxnt rubbed against him as she struggled to rise. Neither man would let her up, which at the time, I attributed to them wanting to prevent her from receiving a further thrashing.
Hannah stepped back to admire her work as my defeated wife lay squirming in the arms of the two spectators. Not finished yet, she slid her gloves off. Then she grabbed the waistband of Andrea’s tights and yanked them down, along with her panties. I concentrated on my assignment and focused my phone’s camera on my wife’s bare ass.
‘SPLAT!’ Hannah’s hand came down hard on Andrea’s deliciously plump cheeks. My wife’s face turned as pink as her derriere as Hannah humiliated her by spanking her in front of the entire gym.
“Please, Hannah, stop!” My wife pleaded.
“Why? Are my ‘skinny’ arms stronger than you thought?” Hannah playfully teased.
As Hannah slapped my wife’s marvelous toosh, I zoomed in on the delicate pink slit between Andrea’s lovely thighs. I noticed that the opening to her womanhood appeared damp. At first, I attributed it to perspiration from her exertion, but her damp and glistening pussy soon made one thing obvious. Despite the pain and humiliation she was enduring, the spanking was making her wet.
“Okay, I guess you have had enough,” Hannah said with a smile, “Let’s go work out.” Hannah turned and strutted off like the alpha female. Most of the gym watched her walk towards the weight, including myself. I zoomed in on her cute ass, which wiggled confidently as she walked. I could tell by the smile on her face that she was pleased by all the attention she was receiving.
Suddenly I heard a squeal from my wife, whom I had momentarily forgotten about. She was sitting on Pete’s lap. Her top had been removed, and he was groping her shapely breasts. Steve had her legs draped across his lap, and he was caressing her thigh. Then he slid his hands between her legs and grabbed her pussy.
“Hey, she’s wet!” Steve exclaimed. “I think she’s enjoying this.” My wife blushed in fresh humiliation. While I was annoyed at how the two guys were molesting my wife, being in an irrational state of horniness myself, I understood that my wife made an irresistible target.
Before I could rescue Andrea, she was able to break free on her own. Unfortunately, her tights had slid down around her ankles, causing her to trip. My wife let out a loud grunt as she landed hard on her precious boobs. The fall knocked the wind out of her, and she lay dazed on the floor.
I put the phone away and went to help her. Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her to the women’s dressing room doorway. I let her down, and she walked into the dressing room while pulling up her tights. While my wife redressed, I sat on a bench and watched Hannah work out. Andrea may be Hannah’s equal in attractiveness; they were no longer rivals.
