Angela vs Husband's ex-Fiancé
Mike is one lucky guy. Before he and his wife Angela married, he told her about his love of female fighting. Not only was Angela not turned off by the revelation, she embraced Mike's fantasies and helped incorporate them into their sex life. Often, they would discuss it before and during sex, and it also became part of their fun when out on the town. While at a restaurant or club, or hell even at the grocery store, Mike would see a woman he found sexy and point her out to Angela. After checking out her potential rival, Angela would tell him whether she thought she could take the woman or not. Although untested in an actual fight, the raven-haired beauty stood 5'9 130ish lbs. and felt she matched up well, physically, with most women. She enjoyed doing Zumba and yoga, so she was in better shape than the average female.
Whenever they were conducting a little pre-sex foreplay, often they would describe a fictitious wrestling match between Angela and one of the cute chicks they had seen while out together. If they hadn't seen one recently, worthy of their fantasies, Angela's default opponent would usually be Mike's ex-fiancé Taylor. Angela had never met Taylor, but Mike assured her she would have no trouble kicking her ass. At first, Angela felt a tinge of jealous uneasiness about bringing Mike's ex into their love life. She wondered if Mike still had feelings for her. Mike assured her, this was not the case. As he explained it, most guys would love to see their current girl beat up their ex, regardless of whether they fantasized about catfighting. In his case, with catfighting being such a huge turn on, watching Angela defeat Taylor would be doubly exciting. This made sense to Angela, so she enthusiastically welcomed Taylor into their fantasies. When she asked what Taylor looked like, Mike told her that, other than having long, dark hair, she was totally different from Angela. Taylor was shorter, around 5'4, and a little on the chubby side.
Like most fantasies, their Angela fight stories began to lose their excitement, and Mike began yearning to make their fantasy a reality. Angela also wanted to make it a reality. Besides Mike really, really happy, she was curious how she would fare in a competitive match. Angela was not one to start shit and the few times she did get mad enough to fight, the other girl would always back down. She was an adventurous person, who liked to try new things, and, though normally easy going and laid back, she began craving an opportunity to get in a fight. Eventually, that opportunity came.
One evening, Mike and Angela were at a local bar and grill for date night. They planned on eating dinner, drinking a few beers, and then go home for some wild sex. After eating, Mike left Angela at their table and went to the bar to order some more drinks. While waiting for the bartender, he discovered he was standing beside none other than Taylor's husband Ben.
"Hey, Mike. How's it going?" Ben asked. They didn't like each other much, but civility dictated that they say something.
"Good enough," Mike answered.
They each had mixed reactions towards seeing the other one. Ben couldn't stand Mike, but for some reason, he also seemed intimidated by him, so he usually demonstrated cautious contempt towards him. Mike also did not like Ben, but in this instance was actually glad to see him- provided he wasn't alone.
Looking around the place, he saw Taylor sitting at a corner table. For a moment, their eyes met, then she quickly looked away. He suddenly felt flushed with arousal. Taylor looked sexy, wearing a low cut black top, black micro mini skirt, tanned pantyhose, and black high heeled boots. His ex-fiancé was shorter than Angela, but probably weighed as much or more than his statuesque wife. She had big boobs and a healthy butt. Her tight outfit showed off her shapely curves. Angela had a prettier face and body and Mike found her sexier than Taylor, but his ex was still sexy in a different way. Regardless, it wasn't Taylor's looks that had him excited, it was the thought of Angela and Taylor having a confrontation that had his engine revved up. He knew nothing would actually happen, after all, they were in a public place. Even if they did want to fight, someone would call the cops before the first punch was thrown. Still, he could hope for a sexy stare down, maybe a few catty remarks, and then, tonight they would describe an imaginary fight in detail before screwing the hell out of each other.
"Taylor looks good tonight, doesn't she?" Ben asked. Mike realized he had been staring at her while fantasizing about Angela kicking her ass.
"Not bad. Especially if you like them thick."
"You better believe it." Mike meant his remark as a backhanded compliment, but it went over Ben's head.
Angela saw Mike talking to Ben and thought he must be a friend, so she decided to come over. As she approached, she noticed Ben lewdly checking her out. Normally, she didn't mind so much, after all, she loved the reactions she got from guys when she dressed provocatively. Angela was wearing a new outfit that Mike had picked out. She was dressed in a black button-up blouse, a green tartan print skirt, and black thigh high stockings and stilettos. She looked like a slutty school girl. At first, she wasn't sure about the outfit, but with all the looks she was getting from the guys, she knew she looked hot. Ben definitely couldn't take his eyes off her, especially her long, sexy legs.
"Hey, baby," she said to Mike, "I thought I'd come over and see what was taking you so long."
"Oh, I was just talking to my good buddy Ben here." The sarcasm was not lost on Angela, although, once again it seemed to go over Ben's head. "Ben's married to Taylor. You remember me talking about Taylor, don't you?"
"Taylor… Taylor…" She said while appearing to be deep in thought, "Oh, yeah. I think I remember you mentioning a Taylor. Is she here?"
Ben answered. "Hell, yeah. She's the smokin' brunette in the mini skirt. The one all the guys are checking out," he said, as he stared at Angela's thighs.
Mike watched as Angela found Taylor. For an instant, their eyes locked, as each woman checked the other out. Mike saw the excitement in his wife's beautiful brown eyes, while Taylor stared back with a look of condescension. Their eyes met for just an instant before each woman looked away as nothing had happened.
"She's a lot prettier than you had described her," Angela whispered in Mike's ear. Angela was a little taken back by how Taylor attractive looked. Mike had described her as being chubby, but perhaps full-figured, with a nice rack, might have been a more accurate portrayal.
"Compared to you, she's a fat cow," Mike answered.
Ben motioned for Taylor to come over. "Here comes Taylor," he said, "Angela, if she catches you checking me out you'd better run for the door. She can be pretty feisty sometimes." Ben was too afraid to talk tough to Mike, so he talked trash through Taylor as a proxy for his manhood.
"Oh, I'll take my chances," Angela said. She tried to sound casual, but Mike could hear a tremble of anticipation in her voice.
Taylor walked up and Ben introduced her to Angela. Neither woman spoke, they just gave the other one a venomous grin as they sized each up. For the next 20 minutes, Mike and Ben chatted like old friends, while Angela and Taylor tried to out-sexy the other one. Angela would bat her big brown eyes seductively, while Taylor would playfully pout. Taylor used her large tits effectively, taking every opportunity to lean forward giving Mike, and every other guy in the place, a clear view of her bountiful cleavage. Angela responded by leaning over the bar, to order a drink, all the while jutting her shapely ass out. Taylor wasn't tall enough to lean over the bar without climbing onto a bar stool, so she tried leaning over a table sexily and sitting her drink on it. Taylor has a nice well-rounded ass, but it wasn't good enough to draw attention away from Angela's firm derriere so she tried a more aggressive tact. Acting like she was going to bend over and pick something up, she thumped her larger ass into Angela's. The impact knocked Angela backward, but fortunately, she landed on a bar stool in a sitting position. Smoothly, she crossed her sexy legs like she had meant to sit down. Her skirt rode up her long sexy legs, showing off her creamy thighs. Taylor had decent legs, but she knew she couldn't compete with Angela's long, shapely legs. Game, set, and match to Angela.
Both Mike and Angela could have gone home right then and had passionate sex, they were both so worked up, but Mike decided to go for more. He invited Ben and Taylor over for drinks and Ben quickly accepted. On the way back to their place, Angela was afraid Mike was going to get a speeding ticket, he was driving so fast. They were both so excited.
When Ben and Taylor arrived they made small talk for a few minutes, before Mike awkwardly blurted out "Wouldn't it be fun if Angela and Taylor wrestled?" Not the smoothest way to broach the subject, but Mike was too worked up to be tactful.
"Well… yeah, I guess it would be sexy," Ben answered looking hopefully at the two women.
Angela answered first, trying to appear thoughtful, "Oh… I don't know-"
"I'm in!" Taylor interrupted. Angela gave Taylor a surprised look.
"Well, I guess I'm in as well."
"Great," Mike said, "Ben help me move the sofa back so they will have some room."
They agreed on some basic rules. The first one to get 5 pins would be the winner. Ben had suggested 3 pins, but Mike insisted on 5. Besides prolonging the match, he figured Angela was in better shape than the more full-figured Taylor. In case Taylor got a few early pins, Angela would have time to wear her down and still get the win. They also agreed to a 2-minute break between pins and there would be no clawing, biting, or gouging eyes.
The two women slid off their footwear and walked to the middle of the room. As Mike watched them hesitantly begin to circle each other, he felt like pinching himself to see if he was dreaming. After years of fantasizing about this moment, it was finally going to happen for real. Both were still dressed in their suggestive nightclub attire and they looked even sexier than he had ever imagined.
"So… how do we start?" Angela asked. She looked nervous and not as sure of herself as she had been at the bar.
Taylor seemed to take Angela's timidity as a sign of weakness and lunged forward. She grabbed Angela around the waist, picked her up and slammed her onto her ass. The tall, raven-haired beauty grunted painfully.
"You bitch," Angela muttered, as she rubbed her kissable butt. Taylor did not give her time to recover though, as she grabbed a handful of Angela's long, dark hair and drug her to her feet and then slung her into a wall. Mike watched as his wife crumpled onto the floor, with a stunned look on her face. If they thought this was going to be a friendly wrestling match, they were mistaken. 'I should have said no hair pulling,' Mike thought, as Taylor went after his wife's hair again. Once more Taylor jerked Angela to her feet and whipped her around the room. Angela did not know if she was coming or going, as she was slung around the room time and time again before being slammed into the wall. Mike didn't know which was taking the worst beating, his wife or his walls.
After she threw Angela to the floor 4 or 5 times, Taylor jumped on top of her gorgeous foe. She pinned Angela's shoulders to the floor, calmly counted to 3, as Angela gasped for air. Just like that, Taylor was up 1-0. Taylor sauntered victoriously over to her man, while Mike peeled Angela off the floor and helped her onto the sofa.
"Are you okay, babe?" Mike asked. Angela nodded, as she struggled to regain her breath. Mike checked her out and saw that she was fine. Other than a few rips to her stockings and a couple of bruises, Angela seemed unharmed. Mike realized the only real damage was done to her confidence. "You're still in good shape. There's no way she can last long enough to get 5 pins. You're in much better shape than her. You just need to wear her out. Don't let her get any more quick pins."
"That's easy for you to say, you're not the one getting your hair ripped out."
"You're right, you're right," Mike thought for a moment and then said, "This time, if she goes for your hair, you grab her hair and see how she likes it."
"Round 2, let's go!" Ben called out eagerly. Mike really wanted to punch him.
Taylor hopped out to the middle of the room, while Angela slowly stood to her feet. Once again, Taylor went for Angela's hair, but this time Angela copied her. Both women yanked and pulled and tugged before falling in a pile on the floor. Taylor proved to be the stronger and swiftly mounted her, as Angela struggled wildly.
"Nice panties," Ben laughed as he stared at Angela's cotton white panties. Her skirt had ridden up her waist, giving Ben and Mike a clear view of her crotch. "This is so easy." Turning toward Mike, he remarked, "I really thought she would put up a better fight than this."
Mike watched as his wife kicked her long, shapely legs desperately. She looked so sexy, he didn't mind the fact that she was losing. Hearing Ben laugh and talking trash was irritating him though. Since Mike had invited them over and had been the one to suggest the fight, he knew he would just have to grin and bear it. The only one that could shut him up would be Angela.
"Let loose of my hair bitch!" Taylor shrieked.
"Not until you let loose of mine!"
Taylor responded by asserting her dominance. She pulled Angela's head up by her hair and slammed it to the floor. Angela was in no position to stop her. After her head was slammed a few more times, Angela had no choice but to let loose of Taylor's hair.
"Smart move, bitch," Taylor said, before sliding her knees onto Angela's shoulders and counting to 3. Including the 2-minute break after the first fall, the match, so far, had taken less than 5 minutes and Taylor was up 2-0.
Once again, Mike had to help his wife off the floor. This time she was more than winded, as she staggered to the couch. If this had been a cartoon, stars would have been circling her head. Mike insisted that they take a 5-minute break. He didn't want to give Taylor so much time to rest, but their strategy to wear her out clearly was not working anyways. Both sides also agreed to cut out the hair pulling, since even Taylor's scalp was aching a little.
Concerned that his wife had given up, Mike asked her if she wanted to quit.
"No. No way," she said, "Quitting would be more embarrassing than getting pinned."
"Then you've got to fight harder. I know you can do it."
"I'm trying to fight hard, but she's all over me before I have a chance. You've watched a lot of catfight videos. Tell me what I can do that will work."
"Well," Mike thought for a moment, "There is one move that usually works. Especially on someone built like Taylor. Go for her top. Rip it off- and her bra."
"You're just saying that because you want to see her tits."
"Angela, trust me. Expose her big tits and she'll become vulnerable."
Mike did want to see her tits, they were exceptional, but he also felt the plan was sound. Besides, with Taylor proving to be so much stronger than Angela, he really didn't see many options. Ripping off the top and attacking the boobs did work the majority of the time in catfight videos. Of course, now that he thought about it, he could only remember it being done in scripted catfights. Still, it was worth a shot.
Angela decided to try Mike's plan, since she didn't have any better ideas. When the break ended, the two women faced off again.
"I really didn't think you would get up for more," Taylor said, "You really are a glutton for punishment." This time Taylor didn't come out with an aggressive attack, preferring to stand back and taunt her foe.
Being heckled infuriated Angela, as well as Taylor's nonchalant posturing, like she knew Angela was not a real challenge. She charged Taylor, catching her off guard. Grabbing hold of Taylor's top, Angela pulled with all her might. Taylor tried to fight her off, but was surprised by the unexpected assault and fell to the floor. Angela did not let go of the shirt, as she continued to pull and tug. Emboldened by her success, Angela felt a surge of adrenaline as she dragged Taylor across the floor. Finally, the material ripped and Angela went flying backward. Taylor may have been stronger, but Angela was faster and tackled Taylor before she could get back on her feet. Mike cheered his wife on, as she went after Taylor's bra. Angela reached around, unfastened it, and then promptly pulled it from Taylor's chest. Angela prematurely went for a pin, but Taylor easily flipped her off.
Then they began grappling, which surprisingly, did not go so bad for Angela. She was able to neutralize Taylor's strength, by attacking her big tits. Taylor winced in pain, as Angela squeezed and pinched them.
"She's pinching her," Ben protested, "She can't do that."
"We never said anything about pinching," Mike said.
Angela was also able to wrap her long legs around Taylor's waist, which began sapping some of the strength from Taylor's body. Her eyes began to fill up with tears, as Angela continued torturing her breasts. Taylor quit struggling to the point that Angela felt confident enough to release her hold and slide up for a pin. Angela struggled to keep Taylor's shoulders pinned to the floor, until she placed her hands on top of Taylor's boobs. She pressed the soft flesh down, keeping Taylor pinned long enough for a 3 count. Angela had narrowed the score to 2-1.
Immediately, Ben began protesting. First, he said the 3 count was too quick. Then he claimed that Angela was clawing, pointing to red streaks on Taylor's breasts. Mike countered that any clawing that had taken place was inadvertent and that Angela wasn't doing it on purpose. Ben was not happy but did retreat back to his wife.
After a two-minute break, both women were ready for the next round.
"Give me my top back, bitch," Taylor said.
"I don't think so," Angela answered, "I think I will keep it as a souvenir." Taylor looked pissed, while Angela had gotten her second wind and also had regained some of her confidence.
"Fine," Taylor hissed, "Keep it." She lunged at Angela, and the two locked up in a furious struggle. Being shorter, Taylor was able to use her leverage and drive Angela back into a wall. Suddenly, all semblance of a wrestling match ended and a catfight broke out. Taylor began punching Angela in her stomach, driving her fists deeper and deeper into her gut. Angela tried to reestablish her assault on Taylor's tits, but she was taking too much of a beating to mount an effective counterattack.
"You thought you could beat me by ripping off my top? Think again, bitch!" Taylor said, as she grabbed Angela's face and shoved them into her large boobs. As she suffocated Angela in her sweetly, curved mounds, she demonstrated that her exposed tits could also be used as an asset.
Taylor threw a gasping Angela to the floor and then kicked her in the side. Grabbing her blouse, Taylor gave it a yank. Buttons flew all over the floor, as the blouse broke free. Mercilessly, Taylor went after her bra, as Angela tried to crawl away. Mike watched with a mixture of concern and excitement, as his wife was stripped of her top, while Ben scrambled to gather up Angela's discarded clothing.
"Payback's a bitch, bitch!" Taylor yelled as she attacked Angela's soft, pale tits. Though not as big as Taylor, Angela's size 34b titties were firm and perky. Angela squealed, as her sensitive flesh was crushed and twisted cruelly. Now it was Angela who began to cry. Never, in her wildest imagination, did she think things could go so wrong. Taylor seized Angela's nipples and heaved her up off her knees, before slamming her down onto her back. With little effort, she pinned the tall beauty to the floor and counted to 3. Taylor led 3-1.
Mike, yet again, had to help his wife up. He knew his wife looked beaten and tried to pump her up.
"You need to get mad, like Taylor did," Mike said, "When you attacked her tits she came back angry. You need to do the same."
"Okay," Angela said, weakly, "I'll try."
While Mike was trying to encourage his wife, Ben was exulting his wife to finish Angela, once and for all.
The two women moved to the center of the room and faced off again. This time neither charged aggressively. Mike felt a glimmer of hope, as he saw that Taylor looked red-faced and was breathing hard. 'Finally,' he thought, 'she's getting tired.' Angela didn't have the confidence or drive to take advantage of Taylor's fatigue though. Besides, the beating she had taken had drained much of her energy as well. Mike's glimmer of hope disappeared as he watched Taylor slowly, and methodically, dismantle his wife before his very eyes. She punched Angela in the gut, doubling her over, and then she slammed her knee into her face. Angela flopped back onto the floor. When Angela rolled over onto her hands and knees, Taylor kicked her in the side, knocking her back down. Each time Angela tried to get up, Taylor would kick her again. When Angela finally collapsed onto her chest, Taylor dropped onto her back, facing her feet. She grabbed the dark-haired beauty's long legs and pulled them back into a Boston Crab. Angela struggled tremendously with what little energy she had left, as her back was bent into a U shape. She cried and whimpered, but Taylor maintained the pressure for over a minute. Finally, Taylor released the hold, but not before she grabbed the waistband of Angela's skirt and pulled it down her legs. She tossed the skirt to Ben, who had picked up Angela's blouse and bra also. He laid them on the floor behind him.
Taylor grabbed a handful Angela's long, dark hair and pulled her up to her hands and knees. Using her hair like a leash, she forced Angela to crawl towards the sofa. Taylor sat down and made Angela raise up and lay across her lap. Then she slid Angela's panties down her sexy thighs, calves, and ankles and tossed them to her husband. Mike watched in disgust as Ben held them up to his face and took a good whiff before pitching them onto the pile with the rest of Angela's clothes.
For the next couple of minutes, Taylor spanked Angela's ass. It was terrifically arousing to Mike, watching his wife receive corporal punishment from his ex-fiancé. Angela wiggled her adorable butt as it's discomfort grew, but otherwise, put up little resistance. Mike also found the whimpering and squealing noises she made to be strangely erotic.
Tired and ready for a break, Taylor flipped Angela off her lap and the tall beauty's heavenly body plopped onto the floor. Without getting off the sofa, Taylor simply placed a foot on top of Angela's chest and counted to 3. Taylor was now up 4-1, needing 1 more pin for the win.
Mike had to help his wife to her feet. She stood wobbly on her long legs, and it took a minute before she could stand on her own without his assistance. Once again he asked her if she wanted to quit, but she refused. Her delicious body had been badly mistreated, but overall she had no real injuries, other than a few bruises, pink ass cheeks, and a battered ego. Mike looked over at Taylor and saw that she had not moved from the sofa. She was obviously winded and enjoying the break.
"Don't give up now," Mike implored, "Taylor is sucking wind. You can still beat her."
"I'll try," Angela said, with little conviction.
The 2 minutes were up and the women moved to the center of the room.
"Now remember, this is your chance to practice what you were taught," Ben said to Taylor. Angela did not hear Ben's comment, but Mike did and was puzzled by it at first. This was his first inclination that they had been set up. Mike and Angela would later find out that they weren't the only ones in the room with a catfight fetish. This was Taylor's 3rd match. After losing her first 2 matches, Ben found her a coach and Angela was her first opportunity to try out her newly acquired wrestling skills.
Mike quickly dismissed the comment and focused on his wife. She looked so helpless and vulnerable standing in the living room, wearing nothing but the tattered remains of her stockings. He longed to hold Angela's magnificent body and make love to her. She could probably have still won this if she tried. Taylor's energy was fading fast, but fortunately for her, she had already broken Angela's will to fight.
Mike wasn't the only one focused on his wife, Ben was staring lustfully at her, as well. He had been undressing her with his eyes all night, and now, here she was, stripped naked in front of him. She looked just as good as he had imagined, maybe even better.
"Can I have my clothes back?" asked Angela, hopefully, "I'll give you yours back."
"No," laughed Taylor, "I want to keep your clothes to remember you by."
In the final round, Taylor conducted a wrestling clinic. She attempted every move she had been taught. Angela hadn't completely given up, she did make a few feeble attempts to defend herself, but all in all the last round was a complete domination by Taylor. To begin the round, Taylor put Angela in a headlock and pummeled Angela's face with her fist. Mike enjoyed seeing Taylor put Angela in wrestling holds, like the Boston Crab, but he did not like seeing his wife's pretty face bashed. Taylor didn't pound on her face long though, before hip tossing her onto the floor. Then she flipped Angela over onto her chest, grabbed her leg and put her in an ankle lock. This put Angela in a lot of pain.
"Owww, let go, let go!" Angela pleaded. Despite all the abuse she had suffered, this was the first time she had begged for mercy. "Please… please… please… let go… I beg you… stop… please!" For the second time in the match, Angela began to cry. Seeing his wife in so much agony was hard for Mike. He wanted to stop it. Fortunately, Taylor broke the hold before Mike decided to intervene. Unswayed by Angela's pleas, Taylor simply let go because she had a lot more maneuvers to try out.
Pulling Angela up with an armbar, Taylor threw Angela over her shoulder then slammed her sexy body down onto her knee with a backbreaker. Not completely happy with her technique, Taylor repeated the maneuver a couple more times, before she was satisfied. Next, she hopped on Angela's back, placed her hands under the chin and pulled Angela's adorable head back into a camel clutch. Mike knew his wife typically took great delight in the gawking she received from guys when she was trying to be sexy. This instance was probably one of the exceptions though. Both he and Ben stared lustfully at her sweet, heavenly body, as it was forcibly curved backward uncomfortably. She groaned and grunted, while pitifully kicking her feet up and down. Ben moved behind her, so as to get a good view of the delicate softness between her thighs. Normally, Mike would have punched a guy for trying to get a peek at his wife's womanhood.
Taylor continued on for another 10 minutes, mauling Angela unmercifully, as she tried out hold after hold, attack after attack. The last round proved to be the longest. Taylor used full nelsons, wrist locks, figure four leg locks, various kicks, and a bunch of body slams, as Angela's nude body was tossed about the living room like a rag doll. Ben got particularly excited when Taylor mixed in the occasional low blow. The first time Taylor punched Angela between her thighs, Ben almost creamed his pants.
By the end, Taylor, though clearly enjoying herself, was completely exhausted. She struggled to lift Angela one more and was able to pitch her onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry and then she slammed the tall, raven-haired beauty onto her back. Taylor reached down and roughly pulled Angela into a sitting position.
"Ok, princess," Taylor said mockingly, "Are you ready for me to pin you and put you out of your misery?"
"Yes," Angela said pitifully.
"Okay then, you just have to do one thing. See my beautiful breasts? You were so mean to them earlier. As a way of apology you are going to kiss them, suck on them, and make them feel better."
"Unh-uh," Angela said, shaking her no, "No… no way."
"That's okay. I have a few more moves to practice, like… let's see… I haven't done a pile driver yet… and how about a powerbomb." Angela did not know what a powerbomb was but it sounded painful.
"Okay, okay… I'll do it." Angela leaned forward and kissed Taylor's tits. Though it felt humiliating, she decided to do a good job, hoping Taylor would humanely end the match. She took the warm, heavy weight and cupped it in her hands, as she kissed the breasts, working her way slowly to the nipples. Capturing a tip between her lips, she sucked and gently tugged on them. She softly probed the nipples with her tongue, as she caressed the swollen breasts with her hands, doing everything she enjoyed when Mike played with her own boobs.
"Good job. Are you sure Mike didn't marry a closet lesbian?" Taylor asked, "Well I'm true to my word, so now I'll pin you. But first, another reminder that attacking my tits was a mistake." She grabbed Angela's head and once again forced it into her hefty bosom. Angela was lucky one of Taylor's erect nipples didn't put out an eye. For the next minute or two, Angela's dreamy body writhed weakly as Taylor's huge breasts suffocated her. When finally, she quit moving, Taylor allowed her to collapse to the floor. At first, it didn't appear Angela was breathing, but then she coughed gently, as the oxygen returned to her body. Taylor kneeled over her and placed a single finger on Angela's chest. Slowly she counted, but instead of stopping at 3, she counted all the way to 10. Of course, it didn't matter if she had counted to 100, Angela was not about to kick out.
With the fight finally over, Mike was anxious for his company to leave. It was time for him and Angela to have a little alone time. Fortunately, Ben was in a hurry to leave as well. He scooped up Angela's clothes, took Taylor by the hand, and they were out within 30 seconds of the match ending.
For the 5th time that night, Mike helped Angela off the floor. He held her in his arms, as their guests made their way out the door. Mike enjoyed holding his wife's voluptuous body and kissing her gorgeous face. He couldn't wait to take her upstairs and kiss and massage every inch of her tender body.
"I'm going to take a bath," she said, pulling away.
"Good idea. I'll join you"
"No. I want some time alone."
Mike was a little hurt. He thought she was mad at him for arranging the whole fight. He didn't want to start a fight, so he let her leave without another word.
Angela wasn't mad at Mike. The only thing she felt at the time was humiliation. Mike had dreamed of watching him defeat his ex and she had let him down. She soaked in the bath for almost an hour, letting the warm water soothe her aching body. When she got out of the tub, she brushed her teeth and then rinsed several times, trying to get the taste of Taylor's tits out of her mouth. When she went into the bedroom, Mike was waiting for her.
"Feel better?" Mike asked.
"Not much. I hurt all over and she twisted my ankle so hard, I think it may be sprained. I guess I ruined your fantasy, huh?"
"No way. I thought it was great. I mean I didn't like seeing you get hurt and all, but still, it was very sexy."
"It was? I don't understand. I thought you wanted to me to beat her?"
"You did."
"What? Did you watch the same fight I did? She kicked my ass."
"Taylor was fighting in front of her ex-fiancé and her husband. Guess who both me and Ben were watching the whole time? You. Ben couldn't take his eyes off you. I bet right now Ben is screwing Taylor, but thinking about you. She may have had more pins, but you dominated her."
"Really?"
"Yep. And I consider myself a winner too. I am married to the sexiest woman in the world, who just made my sexiest fantasy a reality. This was a night I will never forget."
"Oh, really. Well, the night isn't over yet."
