Revenge
by
Karl Butters
Shortly before my wife and I got engaged, we broke up for a two-week period. During this time, I became involved with a girl named Brandi. I met Brandi at a party at a buddy’s house. Even though this could hardly be classified as an affair since Andrea and I were broken up at the time, I still felt bad since we were in the process of trying to work things out.
Andrea has been around Brandi on multiple occasions but does not seem to like her at all. It could be a simple personality conflict, as Brandi is more on the wild side compared to my wife's well-mannered disposition. Still, I often wondered if Andrea knew about mine and Brandi's little tryst. Either way, I have often fantasized about the two brawling.
One evening I sat on the couch stroking my wife's shapely thighs, as she sat in my lap. She was scantily clad in a t-shirt and panties. When we first got married, she would innocently sit down on the living room couch to watch TV dressed in such a manner. She quickly learned that, unless she was in the mood for me to grope and paw lewdly at her body, she needed to dress more appropriately to watch TV. As I got more and more wound up, Andrea got more and more engrossed in the episode of CSI that we were watching. When the commercials came on, Andrea went into the kitchen to get a drink. Somewhat sexually frustrated, I walked outside to get some fresh air. As I stood on my porch watching traffic, a car pulled into the driveway. I walked over to it and saw that it was Brandi.
"Hey, Karl," she said.
"Brandi? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I was just driving by and saw you standing there. I thought I'd stop by and say hi."
I always found Brandi to be very attractive. In a lot of ways, she is kind of the opposite of Andrea, sort of the Bizarro Andrea. Brandi is a mix of a seductress, with a little bit of tomboy mixed in. While in high school she was both a cheerleader and a star basketball player. At 5'3 and 135 lbs., she was an inch taller and 15 lbs. heavier than my wife. Her face was not as pretty as Andrea's and she had smaller breasts, but I still found her sexy as hell. Physically she was not in Andrea's league (except for an exceptional ass that came close in quality to Andrea's bubble butt). Still, there was something about her wild, sexy, up-for-anything attitude, that I found appealing, especially compared to Andrea's more conservative personality. To sum them up, Andrea is the type you marry, while Brandi is the type you date.
As Brandi and I spoke, I heard the door swing open and Andrea stormed out.
"What is she doing here?" Andrea asked me.
"Nice to see you too," Brandi replied sarcastically.
"She was just in the neighborhood and stopped to say-"
"I stopped by to see if he had got tired of you yet," Brandi interrupted, then she turned to me and said, "If you're ready for a real woman give me a call."
Andrea, though naturally a dirty blonde, usually colored her hair a lighter strawberry blonde or golden color. During this period, she had dyed her hair red, which looked natural with her fair complexion. After Brandi's last comment, her cheeks turned as red as her hair.
"You need to leave," Andrea hissed, "And I don't want to see you in my driveway or my neighborhood again."
"It's a free country," Brandi replied through her open window, "I'll go wherever I want to."
At this point, the rational thing would be for me to intervene and separate the two before things got out of hand. Unfortunately, when I get aroused, rationality goes out the window. I had dreamed of them getting in a fight for years and I wasn't about to stop it from happening now. Andrea moved closer and closer to Brandi, as they argued, the two getting louder and more heated by the second.
"I'll come over here any time I want to!" Brandi yelled, "And there's not a damn thing you can do about it!"
Suddenly enraged, Andrea lunged through the car window, intent on scratching Brandi's eyes out. I was treated to a splendid view of my wife's plump ass and shapely legs as she attacked her rival. Spellbound by my wife's wiggling ass, it took me a moment to realize that my wife had ensnared herself in a trap. Brandi had the side of Andrea's head pinned against her chest, while she punched her in the head. Andrea's cute tush was obstructing my view, but it did not appear the blonde had enough room to throw more than short jabs at my wife. Still, by the way Andrea was squealing and grunting and kicking her sexy legs, I could tell she was being worked over good.
Andrea reached up and blindly began slapping at Brandi's face, so the blonde let her go. As my wife fell backward onto her ass, Brandi leaped out of her car. She began to pummel my wife with blows to her head and torso. With one hand she grabbed a handful of red hair and, with the other, she socked Andrea in the face with several uppercuts, followed by a couple of kicks to her stomach.
After giving my wife a short but brutal beating, Brandi felt she had proved her point and let go of her hair. "Are you finished, bitch?"
I was proud of my wife, as she refused to meekly submit. With her face red and puffy and a trickle of blood coming from her lower lip, Andrea struggled to her feet and threw herself at the blonde. Brandi, thinking Andrea was finished, seemed surprised by the ferocity of my cute redhead. They began fighting toe to toe, as Andrea fought gamely, but it soon became obvious that my wife did not have a chance. Brandi pelted her across the jaw, knocking my wife onto her back. Andrea rose again and after a few seconds, Brandi had knocked her on her back again. Andrea rose again and this time Brandi grabbed the front of her shirt and began kneeing her in the stomach. My wife's mouth dropped open as the air was driven from her body. Still holding the shirt with her left hand, Brandi reared back her right hand and punched my wife repeatedly in the face. As Brandy let loose of her shirt, my wife, unable to stand on her own two feet, slumped onto her knees. It was apparent that Brandi was too strong and too tough for my wife
After Andrea had refused her offer of mercy once, Brandi was determined to make her pay. Seeing how badly beat my wife was, I had about decided to break it up before Brandi hurt her worse. Almost as if she could read my mind, and not wanting me to break it up, Brandi didn't punch or kick her anymore. Instead, she ripped Andrea's shirt off before pulling Andrea up by the hair and slinging her across the yard. Then Brandi grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her around in circles. Her bare breasts suffered the brunt of the abuse as they were scraped along the rough ground. For the next minute or so, my wife was slung, drug, and tossed around the yard. Then Brandi sat on top of my wife and slid her panties off. My pitiful redhead made the mistake of trying to resist by attempting to kick Brandi off. This resulted in Brandi roughly twisting her leg in several different and painful directions.
Brandi got off her and waited for my wife to get up. Andrea was in no hurry to move, so Brandi grabbed her by her tits and pulled her up to her knees. Then Brandi grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled my wife forward. My wife fell onto her hands and was forced to crawl around the yard. Brandi let loose of her hair, but every time my wife would stop, Brandi would slap her across her ass.
Out of the corner of my eye, I got a glimpse of a boy from the neighborhood. He was standing in the street at the corner of our yard. He was all wide-eyed and his mouth was gaped open.
"It's ok!" I yelled, "They're just playing." He nodded his head slightly and kept watching. I thought about running him off, but what was the point. It was obvious he had seen too much already.
Finally, Brandi led her to the front steps and sat down. Just to demonstrate her domination of Andrea, Brandi slung my wife's woozy body over her knee and spanked her ass hard as I have ever seen anyone get spanked. She spanked her until my wife tearfully begged her to stop. Brandi gave my wife a shove and she fell to the ground, landing heavily on her precious tits. Then the blonde grabbed my wife's hair with one hand and slid the other between my wife's legs, ramming her thumb into Andrea's anus and a couple of fingers into Andrea's pussy. Brandi heaved Andrea off the ground and tossed her face-first into a flower bed.
Brandi turned towards me with a triumphant look on her face. "I guess we found out who the better woman is," she said.
"Being bigger and stronger doesn't make you the better woman," I said as I walked over to Andrea. My wife was crying and had dirt from the flower bed smeared all over her bruised and bloodied face, yet I couldn't be more in love with her. She had fought hard for me, unfortunately, Brandi was way tougher than her. I picked up her battered, yet sweetly kissable body in my arms and carried her towards the house.
"Hmmpff!" Brandi pouted as she spun away towards her car.
I took Andrea into the house and cleaned her up. Sore and battered from the humiliating and painful beating, she insisted that we made love, demonstrating that she may have lost the battle, but won the war.
