[herbertdreamer]

      Wives. Wives. Wives. Just what can you say.
      "Hang on-stop getting so up tight. You probably won't even see her," I told the hot babe I'd been "dating" for a while. I told her to just sit tight, relax as I put the pedal to the metal and zipped towards my old neighborhood.
      "Should I stay in the car-or what?" Holly asked. I smiled, not giving her an answer. Secretly I'd love for her to run into my ex wife. With Hollys temper I just knew they'd be in a fight in a new york minute. Holly had long reddish brown hair. Great physical shape and a lovely rack. Her tight lowcut sundress and perfect tan almost made me feel like a kid again. The convertible helped to.I kept that. Ditzy Donna got the house. Donna was a sweet blonde originally-all the booze made her sour. And yes she had a rack too.
    I never have seen the point in broomsticks if ya know what I mean.
    "You hear that-you'd probably better stay put," I yelled only to realize Holly was about ten steps behind me.
     I figured Donna was screaming at the neighbor lady. Those two never got along-ever.
     "Listen you old bat-I want my money and I want it now."
     Now that was Stephanie. Our nanny. One sizzling hot twentysomething year old. A young fireball who was quite a flirt (hence ex-wife-that was only part of the story). Our kids/or my ex kids were at summer camp. Steph had short black hair, the sexiest strongest perfectly scupted legs (she did some kind of dance), tight abs and well not a huge rack but quite perky breasts. Her face, eyes and lips could melt ice.
     Screaming, yelling, cussing and two crashing sounds made me a bit ansy to open the door. Were my old golf clubs and a few choice electronics worth my head?
     I swung the big front door open just as I saw my ex running out of the living room. Stephanie was at her heels. Kerwhump. I saw our nanny leap upwards and forwards; heard Donna scream and four long legs kicking wildly in the doorway.
    "What the hell's going on," Holly said standing right behind me.
     Slapp. Whaap. Banggg. Ripppp. Screams, curses and yells and the sound of slaps and punches. I could only imagine that Stephanie was going to get her money. I got an instant bulge in my pants. Holly noticed.
    "A real live catfight-gets ya doesn't it?" Holly said with a smile. She knew my fetish. We had never really discussed it, but she isn't stupid. She slipped beside me and whispered," Wanna get a better look?"
      "Yeoowwwch. Get off a me." No need to move closer as Donna staggered towards us. Her blouse was ripped almost completely off; one bra strap broken. Her hair was a mess. Her usually flawless madeup face, was far from covergirl perfect.
      "Get back here, bitch." Stephanie blasted after her, grabbed her by the hair; she had my ex by the hair, jerked her head back and forth, smacked her in the jaw. Grabbed the front of the loose bra and yanked hard; the bra broke and two full slightly saggy breasts bounced free.
       "Oh hi-sorry for the mess-your lovely ex owes me money-mind if I collect in my own special way?" Stephanie chirped. I was speechless. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in my pants. She laughed, winked and said," Guess not."
       Pow. The large book smacked into the side of the nannies head. Donna could be mean. She used the distraction to her advantage. As Stephanie tumbled into the nearby sofa, Donna tossed the book aside, grabbed the back of the young womans top and ripped it clean off her back.
      She punched Stephanie several times in the back and the back of her head.
      "Ever see the little bitches boobies?" Donna said sarcastically probably knowing the answer full well.
      Quite erotic-how easily my ex relieved our nanny of her bra. Donna grabbed a firm breast in each hand and painfully mauled those luscious mounds, twisting, pinching and pulling the small hard nipples until Stephanie was screaming, her eyes filled with tears.
      "She wants her money, Herbert dear-do you have any left- or have I drained you dry?" Donna torturted Stephanies nipples a bit more, then pushed her off, shot a kick to her ass sending her sprawling. She shot two quick shots to her ribs before I moved in to stop it.
      Holly had reached into my pocket, taken my billfold, took out a wad of cash and walked over to Stephanie. She helped her up, handed her the money.
      Holly angrily looked at Donna like she'd like a shot at her.
      "Oh is this your new lay? She is a looker....nice hair, nice face, nice tits."
      Holly bristled.
      "Why you crazy stupid old blonde bitch-I oughta...."
      I put my hand on Holly's shoulder-we'd better leave....I whispered. Though thats not at all what I wanted.
      Some injustices or dreams must wait for another day...

[wrstx2]

Great story, nice build up to the Holly/Donna showdown. I love how everyone accepts the husbands nuts about cat fighting and so nonchalant about it.

thanks

[CrashCorrigan]

Very good stuff!  Love the humor.  Would also love to see Steph and Donna have a rematch after the Holly/Donna showdown.

[beth35]

So yummy, Herb...can't wait for Holly and Donna to tangle...

[herbertdreamer]

    Screeeeeech!
    Tires on my car were smoking as Holly and I sped away from the action. My tires were hot and so was I; in more ways than one.
    "You really didn't want to leave did you," Holly said with a most sexy smile. She leaned over and placed her hand on my leg.
    "What was it? Seeing that hot young babe half naked? Or your hot, sexy old broad of a wife? Or maybe, the fight itself, huh?" Holly was up to no good. (At best bad timing?) as her hand and fingers did a special bit of movement. I tried to concentrate on the road.
    "You know, I'd just love to have a talk with Donna, don't ya?"
    "You know, woman to woman style."
     I pulled into a much slower lane of traffic and spotted one of our favorite hotels in the distance.
     "And just what would you talk about?" I said. Holly had stopped her "friendliness" most likely in the interest of safety? She ran her fingers through her long silky hair.
      Wow was she beautiful.
      "Well, I'd give her a piece of my mind-make her really ticked. I'd let her swing first.
       You know how fast I am. (I did). Grab her by that stringy bleached blonde hair-or by her neck.
       I smiled at the thought.
       "By the way Herbie dear-would you wanna watch? Want me to work her over fast-or slow?
       Ever seen her fight another woman. I bet she'd fight dirty. She did give that hot little bitch a good working over? Did ya like the nipple pinching, boob twisting? I can do that to? Ever seen Donna Dearest get those big fat flabby tits twisted in the hands of a better woman? Huh, Herb?"
      I did almost wreck the car! Almost. Only hit the curb as we were turning into the hotel.
      "Hard to focus on a stupid parking place when your hottie wife is describing her wishful thinking catfight action; her luscious nipples were rock hard and I could tell by her now sultry, throaty voice she was getting turned on just musing about fighting Donna (or Stephanie)? Oh my....
      "Don't forget the bags? Oh thats right? This is gonna be a Quickie" Holly giggled.
 

[herbertdreamer]

      Ummmmm. Ummmmm. So good.... Our favorite wine, a nice meal in our hotels classy restaurant. And some super spicy conversation.
      "Our waitress, Herb. Think she could take on that hottie bartender. I betcha she'd knock the daylights out of her-then rip that blouse to shreds and-
      "Look at the broad to our left. Think she could take that old bat over at that table?"
      I needed an extra drink just to cool down or chill out. Holly was smitten with catfight fever.
      Did I mention that the "Quickie" was not.
      Later.
      "I think we should NOT check out in the morning."
      I frowned. A slightly disappointing phone message. A deal fell through. We could spend a couple days at our favorite place.
      "Whatever should we do-I'm kinda bored," Holly chirped. In a brief "boring interlude" from Fun, Fun, Fun, she zipped through some movies.
       She made her selection. A brief tussle between two floozies. A ripped dress. And more-
       "Like I have no idea what turns you on, Herbie dearie!"
       And then came "Boring?"
       After a long workout the next morning, a swim and a shower I came back to find Holly totally refreshed-Spas and massages do her good. A smirky mischievious smile on her face. And chilled bubbly.
       "Got a special afternoon and evening planned, Herbert-you're gonna just love it." Holly was wearing a most sexy outfit-a short tight dress, silky pantyhose, sexy high heels. All new-she must have done some serious shopping-but when?
       "I ordered something special from room service-I'm going to take a quick nap. Wake me up when they DELIVER the special deal," Holly said with smile.
       Seemed like a longggggg nap. Ever tried to watch your hotter than hot second wife sleep in an ultra sexy outfit.
        Knock. Knock.
        "Room service."
         Voice sounded intriguing. Strangely familiar.
         I opened the door.
         "Stephanie?"
         Our once upon a time Nanny was standing there with a tray of food. Dressed ultra sexy-her outfit matched my wife's. Down to the sexy black lace bra that was obviously visible.
        "I'm here with a special treat," Stephanie said as she pushed the tray of some our favorite delicaccies into my chest; my surprised arms grabbed the tray as I watched Stephanie smile, then flash a snarl-those sexy perfect pouty lips seemed to melt into a nasty expression as her eyes registered steely determination (you of a catfight trance?).
        "Ready for some action, bitch Holly?"
         My wife was now fully awake. Standing several feet from our bed, she took up a most catty catfight stance.
         "Well Miss Stephanie-you showed up. Now for a very personal LESSON-
         "Yieeeeeeee!-
       
       

[Wondering48]

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[herbertdreamer]

   "Yieeeeeeeeee." screamed-an Amazon warrior like war cry as she charged towards my beautiful second wife. (Oh for a slow motion camera and a hundred replays). Holly's face flashed fear, then smug confidence. Number one nanosecond-Danger: Seriour impact? Two Nanosecond: Whooosh. Holly sidestepped, grabbed that lovely head, dropped down, smacked Stephanies head into a nightstand.
 CRUNCH.
     "Uhhhhhh," Even Stephanies moans were ultrasexy. The foxy brunette, surprised, her head sore, quite dazed, accepted my wife's help to her feet. My eyes took in those beautiful sexy legs that were a bit wobbly. I caught my wives eyes' mischievious smile as she copped a feel of Stephanies breasts as she helped her up.
     "Lesson number one. Don't move too fast. Becareful. Beaware. Think. Yes you can be mean, but fight smart. Go slow."
     "Have a seat Steph. And a drink," As Holly poured a drink, I walked over and sat on the bed close to Stephanie. Couldn't take my eyes off of her. A slight rip in the pantyhose. Top button unbuttoned on dress. (I think Holly did that). Nice, ultra nice cleavage. Stephanies silky black hair was mussed up.
      "Are you a bit sore-from the other night?" Holly purred as she slipped behind Stephanies chair. She reached down and began to massage the young womans shoulders. A few more drinks and Stephanie was loosening up. Holly knows how to relax a person-guy or woman. Her drinks were her own specialty-with very special ingredients. (And no, you'll never know...)
        An occassional rubbing of the neck, massage the arms, several "indadvertent" brushes along those firm curves. Noticed Step was lighting up as her headlights were on full beam. Holly winked when she noticed what I was noticing.
        "Ever fought another woman before Stephanie?" Holly asked as she poured her another drink.
        "Oh yes, a few times."
         "What happened? Who won? What'd you do to them? What'd they do to you?"
         Mostly schoolgirl stuf. Until High School. A fight with a fellow cheerleader. Stephanie lost her top and her bra.
          "Any in College, Step?"   Well, yes. Two of my friends against three other girls. Rival sororities. On spring break.
          "On the beach?"
          No, back in the hotel.
          "Well, did you win Steph?"
           "Ummm, boy did I ever win-I got the eh-eh-he-he-prize."
           Stephanie was a bit soused, but the details of the fight were fantastic.
            Tough choice; can one listen to a story and watch some action at the same time? Equally well?
            This was my challenge.
            Stephanies slow soft voice, oozing horniness and drunkenness telling of a threeway coed college catfight on Spring break, and watching my ultra sexy second wife, massage my sexy nanny; run her fingers over her body, unbutton the front of her dress, slowly tug at her lacy black bra, slip her hand over those tight abs, kneel down, remove her heels, massage her pantyhose clad legs and feet, massage her calves, her thighs. Listen to the both of them groan. To my delight, Holly unbuttoned the front of her dress, adjusted her bra downward, just exposing her thick luscious rock hard nipples. In between "project Stephanie" she poured me several drinks of her special concoction.
          Rinnnnnnnng. It was the $#$#%$# cell phone. A very important big $$$$$$$$ call;BIG POSSIBILITIES. One pricey, phone flies the short fast distance to the toilet. Bye bye Pricelss...
           "Honey, Stephanie wants to tell us about her best fight....
           "Hello, PRICELESS!"

[herbertdreamer]

    "Go ahead Stephie, girl tell us about your fight; don't leave any juicy details out," Holly whispered. She smiled as she watched me slip behind her; I wrapped my arms around my beautiful second wife's waist, leaned into her luscious body. I stared down at her beautiful chest, those supple firm breasts, fully exposed erect nipples that occassionally brushed against our nannies wispy dark hair. Holly's hands were on Stephanies shoulders, massaging her muscles. Stephanie was relaxed, her voice low and throaty as she started painting the verbal picture of her fight with two other spring breakers.
    "It all started at the beach; a stupid big boobed blonde named Linda and her friend Regina a mouthy redhead. They wanted Dirk a real stud. And so did I. They flirted like sluts. After Dirks team won the volleyball game, he invited all three of us up to his room. There were others. We all got soooo drunk.
    "And then what happened?" Holly asked. I smiled as I watch her hand slide down Stephanies shoulder; she gently tugged the bra strap so that Steph didn't even notice.
     "Two other girls came in and walked right up to Dirk; one started kissing him, the other started feeling his sixpack." Stephanie bristled. Regina and Linda jumped them. Regina knocked one girl silly, then punched her out. The new girl fought Linda and soon had her up against the wall; she was punching her belly and those big boobs; knocked one clean out of her bikini top. Regina joined in and they worked her over good, before stripping her, tying her up with her own bikini in the bathroom.
    "And what did you do Miss Stephanie?"
    "Me, oh I just watched the show."
    "It was a big turn on and a really big turn on for Dirk. The bulge in his trunks-it was huge," Stephanie giggled. "My was he sooo drunk."
     "Did you like the girlfight? Did it turn you on?" I couldn't believe my own lips were asking. Stephanie nodded, and continued."
      "Linda had stuffed her big boobs back into that bikini-it was half torn," then she and Regina began kissing and touching Dirk. Dirk was enjoying them almost as much as he was his booze. He soon looked a bit out of it. Just as I decided to join the fun-I wasn't bashful or slow-I walked up and felt the "merchandise" -well Dirk's eyes rolled, his big body went weak and he actully passed out. I was surprised and mad."
    "And then?" Holly queried.
    "And then-POW. All hell broke loose."
    " My hair felt like it was on fire. My side felt the punch. I couldn't breathe. I tried to scream."
    "Get her. Lets get her"
     "Those two horny sluts pulled me offa Dirk and-
 

[herbertdreamer]

      Holly, my luscious second wife and I were all ears as our lovely ex-nanny told us the mouthwatering details of her catfight at springbreak.
     Those two bitches slapped me, punched me, pulled my hair. Linda (the busty blonde) attacked my boobs, squeezing and twisting them hard right out of my top; Regine (that crazy witch redheaded bitch) clawed my belly, scratched my legs and pulled my bikini bottoms down partway; she squeezed my cxnt and caught my curls in her fingers and pulled. I screamed, cried, cussed and tried to kick and wiggle away but Regina scissored my legs.
    "And then they got nasty; Linda took her top off and pushed her boobs in my face; I could hardly breathe; Regina stroked my pussy, began to touch me; at first I tried so hard to fight; but that stupid redheads fingers felt sooooo goood. I was so mad."
    Holly and I looked at each other. Tried to stifle our smiles or even snickers. Holly was flushed. So was I.
    "But you should have fought harder, Stephanie!" Holly said with all the sincerity she could muster. Holly was massaging Stephanies right shoulder and had moved the dress shoulder strap and bra strap down enough to partially expose the younger womans erect nipple. Holly's other hand was also busy; her fingers were running through the young brunettes hair. We both were enjoying the heat. The rising heat from a sizzling catfight story moment.
      "Go on, Stephanie. However did you win? How did you get your prize?"
      An impish excited giggle.
      "You'd just never ever in a million years believe what happened next-