[sinclairfan]

INTERLUDE--STALEMATED CATFIGHTS

At the end of my first marriage, my first husband and I fell into a neighborhood catfight swingers club--a set of about 7 or 8 couples whose wives would fight for the entertainment of the group.  The arrangement failed to save our marriage, but succeeded in getting me interested in catfighting.

One night, a full-figured curly-haired housewife and a thinner, younger redhead were the evening's main event.  Both had fought before, but never against each other.  The contrast made for an intriguing matchup, and the crowd was not disappointed, as their catfight evolved into an all-out fistfight.  Fistfights aren't really my preferred mode of feminine combat, but the outcome was.  You see, for the first time ever that night, I saw two women battle to a genuine draw.  Neither woman wanted to give, but neither could get the upper hand on the other. 

To this day, I lose control whenever 2 women are locked in a genuine stalement.  It unleashes something primal in me.  I think the attraction is the what-if.  What if these 2 women were alone somewhere.  Alone in a house, alone in the woods, alone on an island.  What if they couldn't end the fight by either winning or losing.  How long would the fight last.  Hours?  Days?  Weeks?  How long could 2 women possibly continue in a single fight?

That night, with the crowd watching, both women, not wanting to destroy the camaraderie of the couple's group we had going, mutually said, "It's a tie," after about 10 minutes of stalemate.  But I've always wondered since then--What are the endurance limits of 2 genuinely even female fighters?

Until tonight.

Heather and Lesley are on the floor in front of Vanessa and me.  And they're locked in what appears to be an unbreakable stalemate.  Neither can let go of the other without risking a humiliating and vicious beating.  Vanessa's command to Heather is still echoing in all of our ears:  "KICK the living shit out of Lesley."  Both girls have seen enough of how Vanessa and I fight to know that if one of the coeds starts ground-and-pounding the other, neither Vanessa nor I will intervene to rescue the losing girl.  We'll sit back and watch.

I finally am watching my lifetime fantasy--the perfect catfight draw.  With no one to break it up.

Vanessa and I lean our faces onto each other, turning to face the struggling coed gladiators.

I want this night to last forever.

To be continued.....

[watchourwivesfight]

Such a great story!!!!

Two hot cougars making two young chicks fight for their pleasure!!!

[sinclairfan]

NEW RESPECT FOR HEATHER

As Vanessa and I gently carress each other's bruised bodies, I take in the intoxicating sight of Heather and Lesley's continuing struggle on the floor.  Lesley is on top for now, but Heather is cleverly corkscrewing Lesley's body so that Lesley's back is on Heather's chest.  By doing this, Lesley can no longer see which parts of Heather's body to target, and Heather is giving herself to slap a headlock onto Lesley's throat.  If she completes and tightens the hold, she will be able to reduce Lesley's breathing, and win their war of attrition.  Heather will then be free to execute Vanessa's request that she "KICK the living shit" out of Lesley.

Heather.  Lovely Heather, who as recently a half hour ago i had written off.  But was I too hasty.  I compare Heather in 2017 to myself in 1987.

I dated and foolishly married a dud because "it was time".  Heather was sent by her parents to a marriage mill, Bucknell, and avoided that fate.  Advantage Heather.

I watched a few girlfights but never indulged in any myself.  Heather learned by sharpening her elbows in high school and at college, and by watching YouTube fights.  Advantage Heather.

I dicked around at junior college and stare schools, accumulating nontransferrable credits and student loans.  Heather is a year and a half from a degree.  Advantage Heather.

I bounced from job to job and clawed my way up to office manager, running the office while the partners reap the rewards.  Heather is looking for internships that will put her on the express elevator to the executive suite.  Advantage Heather.

I lost my sexual inhibitions at 40.  Heather at 20.  Advantage Heather.

I'm a wolf in wolf's clothing.  Heather is a woman in woman's clothing.  Push.

My mouth betrays me.  "Put the choke on, Heather."

But Lesley hears me.  I don't know if the gradual corkscrewing was in Heather's mind this whole time, but if it was, I just ruined 10 minutes of struggle.  Lesley slides her body down, and while Heather's arms now have a hold on Lesley's face, they are unable to close the hold around Lesley's neck.

"Fuck," I mutter, too quietly for Heather to hear, but loud enough for Vanessa.

Vanessa calmly purrs at me, "Let them fight it out themselves, darlin'.  Here, I know how to keep us quiet."

Vanessa's mouth locks onto mine, and we slowly kiss.  I expect to be repulsed.  But I'm not.  I like it.

I let it happen.

I let the girls' fight happen.

I let the experience wash over me.
To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

WHAT DO YOU WANT THEM TO DO?

Vanessa and I continue to softly caress each other to the sight and sounds of Heather's and Lesley's grappling and moans.

We begin whispering to each other.

"I think Heather really likes you."

"I think Lesley likes you."

" I think Lesley is a bitch."

"In a good way?"

"Yes.  But in a bad way, too."

"Want to see her taken down a notch?"

"Yes."

"Think Heather could do that?"

"Not sure.  Still deciding."

"Because she's not tough?  Or not tough enough to take Lesley?"

"I think she's tough.  But Lesley might be tougher."

"But you're not sure."

"I'm not sure.  Neither girl has shown a finishing move."

"Like breast pinching?"

"Yes."

"And what else?"

"Crotch scratching."

"And what else?"

"Biting."

The tenserness that happens to Vanessa when she's aroused returns.  I am aroused as well.

"Let's make them bite."

"How?"

"Let's show them how real women do it."

Our conversation and caressing lulls.

"I hate you, bitch."

"Show me."

To be continued.....