My partner Steve and I are members of a fight club. recently Steve was challenged to a nude cockfight by a rather aggressive young man that neither of us liked. Steve seemed a bit reluctant to accept the challenge so I told him in no uncertain terms to do so unless he wanted no sex for a month!
He accepted.
As usual they had their hands tied behind their backs. I gave Steve a little shall we say manual encouragement and the other guy's women did the same for him. Then they circled each other, probing belly to belly, thrusting when the chance arose. Then Steve got lucky and rammed his aroused manhood right between his opponent's testicles. The challenger gave a howl of pain and it was all over.
Unfortunately the other woman, whose name, (I learned later) was Carla seemed to think that they had been fighting over her. She was a women of about my own age, 50, about my height and I have to admit, with dark good looks. She marched over to Steve, completely ignoring her own man, and flung her arms around him, kissing him passionately. As you might imagine, I saw red.
I walked over to them just as she was opening her wet mouth ready to receive Steve's jutting tongue when I got hold of her collar and swung her round.
'He's mine!' I snapped. 'Keep off!'
'Clear off, bitch! she hissed. 'He's got a real woman now!'
Now my temper was well and truly up. I got hold of the front of her blouse and ripped it from top to waist exposing her dainty white bra. She didn't attempt to cover herself, instead she slapped me across the face - hard.
You could have heard a pin drop in that place. Everyone was waiting for my response, for this had become a matter of honour. I put my hand to my face to feel if she had drawn blood, so vicious was her slap, but there was none.
Then I said 'Do we fight now, or later?'
She replied 'You choose!'. And then she added 'Do we fight like ladies, or like whores?'
I should explain that if a fight breaks out suddenly with no preparation the club regards it as a 'whores battle' whereas a 'lady's fight' is a more formal affair with each woman properly seconded.
'We fight like ladies!' I retorted. 'Tomorrow night, at this time. And here.'
The crowd was clearly a little disappointed at this but it was clear that they would be there to watch.
That night sex with Steve was fantastic. He did things to me which I will leave to your imagination. On top of which he kept asking me what I was going to do to the bitch. One thing was certain. Either she or I was going to lose her panties. And it wasn't going to be me...
Unfortunately my time is running out, but I promise I'll continue this account within the next few days.
