The New Office Braggart
By DCDave
(This is a sequel to The Braggart’s Wife, a great story from JayB. Jay’s story can be found at
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=79452.0. The other couple come from two of my previous stories: Five Years of Venom (or The Ex Meets The New Wife) at
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=120315.msg775636#msg775636 and its sequel The Spoils of Victory, at
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=120673.msg777374#msg777374 )
The office had a new king and queen, and their reign was a relentless assault. Jay, a wiry sales exec with a grin like a switchblade, strutted through the cubicles, his blonde wife Angela always nearby at company events, her 35Cs firm and pink-nippled, straining against tight blouses. After Angela’s brutal victory over Margie, the office bully’s wife, in that hotel room brawl, Jay became the insufferable braggart, crowing about Angela’s “perfect tits” and “killer fists” to anyone who couldn’t escape. Angela, 37, basked in the glow, her toned legs and sharp blue eyes daring any woman to step up. The company’s perk—spouses joining business trips—was their arena, and they ruled it. Angela’s sundresses clung to her curves, nipples poking like a challenge, while Jay’s swagger was a constant taunt. Every trip reminded the office Angela was queen of tits and fists, and the groans of their colleagues echoed in their wake.
Dave, 39, a beefy IT hotshot from Scottsdale, joined the company with a quieter menace. His wife Marlene, 34, was a force—her CrossFit-honed frame a head-turner, thick thighs and 34Ds straining against leggings and tight tops, her round ass a sculpted marvel. Dressed to impress, she wore low-cut blouses and painted-on jeans that demanded attention, her hard nipples a silent provocation. Unlike Jay, Dave didn’t boast much, letting Marlene’s presence speak. Her pleasant but steely demeanor made her the office’s fascination, a subtle threat to Jay and Angela’s throne. Dave, scarred from his past with Andrea, found Jay’s loudmouth act unbearable, his endless tales of Angela’s beatdown of Margie like nails on a chalkboard. Marlene felt the sting too, her hazel eyes narrowing at Angela’s name.
Over Dave’s first three months, he and Marlene joined three business trips with other couples, each a stage for Jay’s grating bravado. In Chicago, at a steakhouse, Jay, arm around Angela in a red dress hugging her 35Cs, bragged, “Angela’s the champ, boys. Smashed Margie’s big jugs, left her sobbing. No woman’s touching her.” Angela smirked, silent, scanning for challengers. Dave sipped his beer, jaw clenched, while Marlene, in a black top and leggings, stayed cool, her wineglass gripped tight. The other wives, Sarah and Liz, whispered to Marlene, “He’s unbearable. Angela’s win was real, but we’re done hearing it.” Sarah, a petite brunette, shivered. “I’d never fight her. She’s vicious.” Liz, a curvy redhead, agreed. “No way. She’d crush me.” Marlene listened, face neutral, but Dave saw the spark in her eyes, a flicker of hunger.
In Miami, Jay’s boasts grew louder at a beachfront bar. Angela, in a white sundress, stood by as he crowed, “Angie’s a lioness. Margie’s tits were nothing—Angela’s fists flattened ‘em. Who’s next?” His eyes flicked to Marlene, daring her. Marlene, in a teal crop top and jeans, her 34Ds and ass a quiet taunt, met Angela’s stare. Dave muttered to Tom and Kate, “Jay’s full of it. Marlene’s faced worse.” Kate, a slim blonde, shook her head. “I’m not fighting Angela. She’s too mean, and Jay won’t stop.” Tom sighed. “We’re sick of his noise, but no one’s dumb enough to try her.” Marlene’s cocktail glass trembled, her thigh tensing against Dave’s, her heat rising.
In Seattle, the facade cracked. At a rooftop mixer, Jay, blazer on, Angela in a black dress, went all in. “Angela’s queen. Margie’s still crying, and no one’s got the balls to challenge her. Best tits, best fists.” Angela’s eyes burned into Marlene, who wore a red blouse and leggings, 34Ds straining, ass flexing. Mike and Jen, the other couple, vented to Marlene. Jen, a busty brunette, hissed, “He’s a prick. Angela’s terrifying.” Mike nodded. “The office is over Jay, but Angela’s a beast.” Over drinks, Dave and Marlene opened up. Dave’s voice was low, fierce. “Marlene’s been in a brutal fight. Took a woman who thought she was untouchable and broke her.” Marlene’s smile vanished, eyes blazing. “It was a rush, Jen. Landing punches, watching her crumble. I can throw hands, hard. Angela’s not special.” Dave grinned, hand on her thigh. “She’s a warrior. Jay’s girl wouldn’t last.” Mike and Jen stared, the air electric, a challenge brewing.
Day One: Dallas Tensions
When Jay and Dave were assigned to a Dallas conference, the office hummed with anticipation. Three days at a sleek downtown hotel, Angela and Marlene tagging along, promised chaos. Jay’s boasts and Angela’s fists were legend; Marlene’s whispered reputation as a scrapper added fire. At the opening mixer, Jay held court, arm around Angela, her red sundress clinging to her 35Cs, nipples bold. “Angela’s queen,” he crowed. “Her tits are perfect, her punches deadly. Margie learned, and no one’s stepping up.” His eyes locked on Dave, smirking.
Dave, in a navy polo, sipped bourbon, tense. Marlene, in a black crop top and leggings, 34Ds and ass sculpted, stood cool, her smile pleasant but eyes fixed on Angela. Dave’s voice cut through, sharp. “Jay, your mouth’s big, but Angela’s nothing. Marlene’s broken tougher women. Your girl’s just hype.” Jay laughed, squeezing Angela’s waist. “Marlene? That gym rat? Angela’s tits are gold, her fists dynamite. Your girl’s outclassed.” Angela’s smirk was sharp, Marlene’s calm unshaken, eyes promising pain. Colleagues watched, sensing a storm.
That night, Angela stripped in their suite, 35Cs bouncing, nipples thick, straddling Jay, stroking his cock, pre-cum slick. “Marlene’s weak,” she purred. “Her tits are soft, her punches softer. I’ll flatten her Ds, break her face.” Jay groaned, cock twitching. “Crush her, Angie. Pound her flat.” Angela’s hand quickened, nails grazing his balls, her pussy wet with victory.
Marlene knelt in their room, leggings down, 34Ds swaying, sucking Dave’s cock, gagging deep, spit dripping. “Jay’s a clown,” she growled. “Angela’s a fraud. I’ll smash her jaw, crush her tits.” Dave fisted her hair, pre-cum on her tongue. “Rip her apart. Make Jay eat it.” Marlene’s throat flexed, both burning for dominance.
Day Two: Escalation
Day two, at a panel, Jay leaned back, Angela in a white blouse, 35Cs straining, tossing a barb. “Heard Marlene’s got fight scars, Dave. Angela’s flawless, body and knuckles. Your girl’s sweating.” Angela’s stare was ice, daring Marlene, in leggings and a red top, 34Ds jutting, smile steady. Dave gripped her thigh, voice gravel. “Dream on, Jay. Marlene’s scars are from breaking bitches like Angela. Her fists will bruise your wife.” The room buzzed, bets whispered.
At the evening reception, Jay, whiskey in hand, Angela in a black dress, got filthier. “Angela’s gonna rearrange Marlene’s face, Dave. Her punches hit like trucks. Margie’s tits fell, so will your girl’s.” Angela’s nipples poked through, silence a weapon. Dave stepped closer, Marlene in a teal top and jeans, 34Ds and ass taunting. “You’re blind, Jay. Marlene’s fists crushed tougher than Angela. Your wife’s tears will be my porn.” Marlene’s smile stayed sweet, eyes lethal. The crowd sensed blood, the women’s restraint sharpening the inevitable.
In their suite, Angela pinned Jay, naked, 35Cs glistening, pumping his cock. “I’ll crush her,” she hissed. “Nipple-duel her weak tits, pound her face. She’s nothing.” Jay bucked, groaning, “Break her nose, Angie. You’re queen.” Angela milked his cum, pussy soaked.
Marlene rode Dave, thighs flexing, 34Ds bouncing, grinding his cock. “Angela’s a joke,” she growled. “I’ll claw her tits, smash her jaw. She’ll beg.” Dave thrust up, pre-cum leaking. “Finish her. Humiliate Jay.” Marlene’s orgasm built, picturing Angela’s ruin, cum mixing with Dave’s.
Day Three: The Descent
Jay reserved the hotel’s basement gym, a concrete box reeking of sweat and rubber mats, for the fight. The four couples at the conference—Jay and Angela, Dave and Marlene, Mike and Jen, Tom and Kate—piled into the elevator, the air thick with tension. Angela and Marlene wore loose sundresses, flip-flops slapping, their nudity obvious, curves swaying, musky perfume mingling. Angela’s blonde hair framed her sharp features, makeup bold, eyes glaring at Marlene, whose brunette locks fell over her shoulders, face painted, hazel eyes locked back, unyielding. The other couples, in gym clothes, stayed silent, soaking up the heat, sizing up Marlene, the new guy’s wife. Could she topple Angela? Or would she get knocked cold? Mike and Jen exchanged glances, Tom and Kate held their breath, all texting colleagues, spreading word of the showdown.
In the gym, Angela and Marlene kicked off their flip-flops, peeled off their sundresses, standing nude, bodies gleaming. Angela’s 35Cs stood firm, pink nipples thick, thighs toned, her musky perfume sharp, makeup accentuating her fierce beauty, preening for Jay and the company. Marlene’s 34Ds jiggled, nipples hard, ass rippling, her scent potent, face made up, flaunting for Dave and the crowd. Each handed their wedding and engagement rings to their husbands, fingers lingering, a silent vow. Mike and Jen texted furiously, “They’re stripped, it’s on.” Tom and Kate sent, “Angela vs. Marlene, gym’s electric.”
Jay stepped forward, voice booming. “Angela, my queen. Her 35Cs are perfection, her fists pure destruction. She broke Margie’s tits and spirit, and Marlene’s next. No one touches my wife.” Angela smirked, chest thrust out, eyes boring into Marlene.
Dave countered, voice low, fierce. “Marlene, my warrior. Her 34Ds are power, her punches relentless. She crushed a woman tougher than Angela, left her begging. Jay’s girl’s done.” Marlene’s lips curled, body taut, staring Angela down.
Angela snarled, stepping closer, “I’ll flatten your saggy tits, gym-rat slut. Your punches are weak, Margie hit harder, and I wrecked her.” Marlene spat back, closing the gap, “You’re a prissy bitch, Angela. I’ll smash your face, crush your Cs, Andrea was tougher, and I fucked her raw.” Their musks clashed, makeup gleaming under sweat, eyes blazing hate. The couples texted, “They’re snarling, fight’s coming.”
The Brawl
Dave and Jay locked eyes, each husband radiating unshakable faith in his wife, their voices thick with conviction. “Bare knuckle,” Dave growled, his tone low and fierce. “And fists only,” Jay shot back, smirking. Dave pressed, “When a woman drops, she gets the chance to rise.” Jay nodded, “Standing only.” Their words turned savage, mirroring the brutality they expected from their wives: “Fists anywhere, everywhere,” Dave snarled. “No interference and no stopping until one woman cannot or will not rise,” Jay finished, his voice a blade. Angela and Marlene stood silent, glaring, fists clenching. Angela’s nipples jutted like pen caps, thick and defiant. Marlene’s pussy pulsed, her mind racing with her opening strikes, memories of breaking Andrea fueling her fire. The air crackled, the gym a pressure cooker, the other couples—Mike and Jen, Tom and Kate—texting furiously, “It’s set. They’re gonna kill each other.”
As the men stepped back, the wives knew: it was on. The crowd held its breath, but not for long. Angela and Marlene advanced, not rushing but with cruel intent, fists ready to speak. Angela’s right fist smashed Marlene’s cheek, thud, the sharp crack of her small, hard knuckles blasting flesh echoing in the quiet gym. Marlene’s head snapped, a welt blooming red, cheek burning under smeared makeup. She winced, pain flaring, but sneered, “That’s all you got, blonde cxnt?” Her right fist hooked Angela’s jaw, thwack, the sharp sound mingling with her huffing breath. Angela’s head rocked, a grunt escaping, cheek stinging, her musky scent sharpening. “Jesus, they’re headhunting. They fucking mean it!” Jen gasped, the couples riveted. Angela hissed, “Weak, slut!” Her left pounded Marlene’s right tit, smack, knuckles flattening soft flesh, a red mark spreading.
Marlene grunted, tit aching, pulse racing, but spat, “Your tits are shit!” Her left fist slammed Angela’s belly, thud, the dull impact forcing a whooff from Angela’s lips, abs burning. Angela doubled slightly, wincing, thighs clenching, but snarled, “Trash!” Her right cracked Marlene’s left cheek, thwack, Marlene’s head twisting, pain blooming, sweat streaking her makeup. “Hit her tits again, Angie!” Jay barked, pacing behind, eyes wild. “Smash her face, Marlene!” Dave countered, circling, voice urgent. Marlene’s right pounded Angela’s left tit, smack, the heavy flesh rippling, Angela gasping, pain searing. “Pathetic!” Angela roared, her left hooking Marlene’s jaw, thud, Marlene stumbling, cheek swelling, huffing, “Soft, bitch!”
Angela pressed, her right fist smashing Marlene’s ribs, thud, Marlene’s breath hitching, side red. “You’re nothing!” she taunted, her left cracking Marlene’s right tit, smack, bruising it purple. Marlene winced, pain pulsing, but growled, “Fuck you!” Her right hooked Angela’s cheek, thwack, Angela’s head snapping, a welt rising, her huffing breath ragged. “Keep swinging, Angie, she’s weak!” Jay goaded, fists clenched. “Don’t let her breathe, Marlene!” Dave shouted, pacing tighter. Marlene’s left slammed Angela’s jaw, thud, Angela staggering, pain flaring, but she spat, “Slut!” Her right pounded Marlene’s left shoulder, thwack, Marlene grunting, arm aching.
Marlene surged, her right fist crashing Angela’s right tit, thud, Angela wincing, tit swollen, but snarling, “Is that it?” Her left hooked Marlene’s cheek, thwack, Marlene’s face puffy, sweat and musk thick. “You’re done!” Marlene hissed, her left smashing Angela’s ribs, thud, Angela doubling, side aching. The crowd murmured, Mike muttering, “They’re animals!” Tom texted, “They’re brutal! Office chat’s wild—‘Who’s falling first?’” Angela’s right cracked Marlene’s jaw, thud, Marlene’s head rocking, pain blooming, but she sneered, “Weak cxnt!” Her right pounded Angela’s left cheek, thwack, Angela stumbling, face red, huffing hard.
Angela’s left smashed Marlene’s belly, thud, Marlene gasping, then crashing on her ass, the gym shaking. A collective gasp rose, “Marlene’s down!” Jen whispered, “The bully dropped her. She’s fucked.” Mike muttered, “Didn’t expect Angela to hit that hard.” Jay crowed, “That’s my queen, Angie! Your girl’s done, Dave!” pacing triumphantly. Dave’s face darkened, “Get up, Marlene!” Marlene flushed, rage surging—not just for Dave, but for herself. She’d broken Andrea, left her sobbing, and Angela would be no different. She needed to crush this prissy bitch, to prove she was the queen. Rising, eyes blazing, she snarled, “Keep dreaming, bitch!” Her right cracked Angela’s jaw, thwack, Angela’s head snapping, pain flaring, but she spat, “Whore!” Her left hit Marlene’s right tit, smack, bruising it further.
Marlene’s left slammed low in Angela’s belly, thud, Angela’s mouth gaping, spittle flying with a whooff. Angela dropped to her ass, drooling, face swollen. “That’s it, baby!” Dave roared, pacing faster. “Stay down, hag!” Marlene sneered. Mike texted, “Angela’s down! First time the braggart’s wife fell!” The couples gaped. Angela, the champ, vulnerable. Angela staggered up, snarling, “Fuck you!” Her right hooked Marlene’s cheek, thwack, Marlene’s cheek burning, head twisting. Marlene’s right pounded Angela’s left tit, smack, Angela crying out, pain sharp, tit swollen. “Smash her, Angie!” Jay urged, voice cracking. “Break her tits, Marlene!” Dave growled, fists tight.
Angela’s left cracked Marlene’s jaw, thud, the impact echoing, Marlene dropping flat on her back, gym shaking. “Finish her!” Jay shouted, gloating. “She’s done!” Angela taunted, chest heaving. Kate texted, “Marlene’s flat! The challenger’s getting it!” Marlene groaned, rolling to her side, eyes burning. Angela lunged, aiming a right at her cheek, but Marlene ducked, snarling, “Not yet, cxnt!” Her left smashed Angela’s belly, thud, Angela’s gasp sharp, abs swollen. Marlene’s right hooked Angela’s jaw, thwack, Angela stumbling into the wall, crack, her back slamming concrete, head hitting with a thump, pain radiating. Angela’s fists sagged, but she huffed, “Weak!” Her right pounded Marlene’s left tit, smack, Marlene grunting, ache spreading.
Marlene closed in, her left hammering Angela’s ribs, thud, Angela swaying, side red, gasping, “Fuck...” Angela shoved a weak left into Marlene’s right tit, smack, Marlene grunting, but her right fist rocketed into Angela’s mouth, thwack, Angela bouncing off the wall, dropping to her knees, then falling forward on her hands, tits swaying, drool pouring, pain and humiliation crashing over her. Jay pleaded, “Get up, Angie!” his voice breaking, never having seen her so broken. Dave crowed, “Those fists are too much for your weak bitch, Jay! Her ‘perfect tits’ are done!” The couples texted, “Angela’s crumbling! Marlene’s dominating!”
Angela staggered to her feet, face mottled, body welted, swaying. Marlene, welts glowing, looked battered but fierce. “Let’s fucking... go, bitch,” Angela gasped, Jay hooting, “That’s my girl!” The crowd texted, “Angela’s up, but she’s hurt bad!” Exhaustion gripped them, Angela’s fists drooping, eyes glassy, drool mixing with sweat, makeup ruined, musk sharp with defeat. Marlene pushed forward, unleashing hell: a right to Angela’s belly, thud, Angela doubling, abs red, gasping, “Fuck...”; a left uppercut to her right tit, whump, deforming it, Angela wailing, cupping her breast, “Stop...”; a right to her cheek, thwack, head snapping, face puffy, tears streaming, “No...” Marlene’s fists flew, a left to Angela’s ribs, thud, Angela swaying, grunting; right to her jaw, crack, drool flying, thighs clenching; left to her belly, thud, slamming her into the wall, crunch, bare feet slapping the filthy mats.
Angela crumpled to her knees, wrecked, tits swollen, face red, drooling, eyes half-lidded. Marlene loomed, snarling, “You’re nothing, you prissy cxnt! I broke better bitches than you!” Her left fist rocketed to Angela’s chin, crack, Angela’s head snapping back, eyes rolling, body twitching as she folded over her feet, sliding down the wall, ass hitting the mats with a thud, slumping right, drool pooling. Marlene stood over her, panting, fists raised, musks heavy, sneering, “Stay down, broken hag.” Dave roared, “Those fists crushed your ‘perfect tits,’ Jay! My queen!” pacing triumphantly. Jay slumped, face ashen, hands trembling, muttering, “Come on, baby,” his bravado dust. Mike texted, “Angela’s out cold! Marlene’s the queen!” Jen added, “Office chat’s wild—‘Angela’s done!’”
Marlene stood, 34Ds heaving, welts red, makeup streaked, victorious, her breath ragged but fierce. Angela lay sprawled, tits bruised, face swollen, a ruined queen, drool pooling, thighs slick with defeat’s bitter pulse. The couples texted, “Marlene destroyed her!” Dave and Marlene strutted out, door slamming. Jay knelt, lifting Angela’s limp form, voice broken, “Come on, baby.” Angela’s defeat burned, a dark vow: she’d rise again, fueled by the sting of her ruin.
