Mine.....All Mine

[Rock]

   This story is so hot!! It's killing me!! I'll be anxiously awaiting the next part.

[MMMickey]

So far there has been a lot of build-up (pages and pages in fact) but no action. Kinda starting to lose interest.

[HumanPerson]

11 parts and only 1 felt like it was dragging at all. You should change your profile name to blue balls because you're expertly teasing the fuck out of us.

[MMMickey]

or. . . he started writing the story and has no idea where to take it so he keeps dragging it out. . . 

[snw]

As I have said the build up is really good. I especially like the arm wrestling between Lace and Kensie.  Arm Wrestling is the type of contest where both women compete and have a chance to banter back and forth. Trash talk to me is what adds  an encounter with a rival with very little consequence. It gives them a chance to claim a win over the other without things blowing up.  It  also shows those watching  who is stronger. A chance to comment afterwards the winner has something to taunt her rival while watching the man's reaction to what he has seen. If she feels embarrassed, from losing and will most times try to regain her even status. It can graduate to another competition a bit more involved. Two hot women "competing " so to speak can use it as a chance to compare her body to the other's which adds another element. Especially if the girl who won isn't his significant other. It can create doubt in her mind. Pushing the buttons of her rival . The winner can push to the point it's obviously flirting. Comparing her muscles by flexing her biceps to see why she beat his girl. Wondering if he thinks she's better than her? I think it's very hot to hear one girl taunt the other for the sole purpose of making the other seem inferior. Could she win a fight, wrestling match, she asks herself.

[dalton]

Part XII (continued):

Checking myself out in the rearview mirror, I carefully reapplied my makeup, appearing only slightly disheveled after inhaling Joe's cock on the ride over.  "Good thing your wife swallows babe" I stated, "although I love it covering me too".  With his balls drained and still managing a buzz, Joe resigned himself to retiring early for the night.

After all, how much better could his birthday be?  Thoughts of the potential Hiromi versus Lacey showdown would inspire tonight's lucid dreams.  Entering the lavish lobby to our building for the first time in many weeks, our favorite doorman greeted us.  "Everything is going according to plan" I thought to myself, pressing the button for the 22nd floor and catching my sexy reflection in the mirrored elevator.

Anticipation stirred inside me as the elevator doors slowly inched towards a close, then suddenly a chime rang out, the doors slowly receding again.  I couldn't recall anyone else standing in close proximity of the elevator bank however.  As the doors parted open, I found myself drawn to the ground level where a stylish pair of heels highlighted a long pair of shapely glistening legs.  A long trench coat flowed with each step, as the clicking heels sounded against the marble floor.  My eyes continued upward, revealing a short-cropped dress with a familiar style and dark red color I recognized from somewhere. 

"Lacey? Joe?" the familiar voice asked.  "Oh my god, I haven't seen you two in so long" the stunning blonde Rebecca cried out, our Manhattan neighbor infamously featured in Joe's side by side picture collection.  "Rebecca" I announced trying to match her exuberance.  The truth is I was less than inspired by our reacquaintance but very excited with her timely emergence....on tonight of all nights as chance would have it.  What were the odds? Then again, she did live on our floor. Perhaps I should have invited Leilani and Alina as well, that would have really blown his mind" I ironically chuckled to myself.

Rebecca and I shared an embrace, sealed with a kiss on both cheeks, then the blonde turned to Joe for a similar greeting.  "How is Manhattan's power couple doing?" she asked in jest, grabbing both of Joe's shoulders. "Are you in town for just the night?" Rebecca wondered.  "Actually, we had a lovely dinner downtown and decided to stay here instead of going all the way home" I replied. "Oh and I recognize that red dress Rebecca, didn't you wear that one New Year's Eve party? I remember wearing a similar one" I announced looking at Joe, deviously hinting at his scandalous collection on the laptop.  "Why yes Lace, what a memory you have" Rebecca innocently remarked as we all shared a laugh.

"Come inside for a drink, we can catch up....plus, we're celebrating Joe's birthday" I implored as the elevator began its journey.  "I would love that actually, I'm still flying high from a wonderful first date tonight.  So much to tell you Lace" Rebecca leaned in and whispered the last part.  "Here we go" I thought silently, hearing the chime as the elevator reached the 22nd floor.   

Walking ahead of Joe and Rebecca, I reached our front door first to listen for the murmuring crowd inside, waiting in ambush.  Hearing a faint hush from a familiar voice and ensuing silence, it was finally showtime. "Let the afterparty begin" I told the pair just behind me, swinging open the door but deferring to Joe who entered first.

"SURRRRRRRPRISE!!!" the hidden patrons announced in an uproar, freezing my husband in his tracks.  Unsure of how to react, other than gaping his mouth wide open, Joe simply turned around to retreat through the front door, to the delight of the crowd bellowing in laughter.  Joe reappeared for a second time, still with eyes widened, running his fingers through his hair.  "Is this for me?  All for me Lace?" he turned to look at his wife.  "Yes, all for you babe" I purred seductively at him, giving him a big kiss.

Just inside the foyer and first to greet us was Mackensie in all her intoxicating beauty, decked out in her black form-fitting cocktail dress as planned.  We made eyes at each other as if to say "all going according to plan".  Around forty of our closest friends and acquaintances had silently shuffled into the penthouse, with Mackensie serving as the hostess, ensuring the surprise went smoothly. Naturally, Mackensie loved being in charge of such an influential group, the most important person in the room for a time.

Joe made his way through the crowd, hugging local friends, coworkers old and new, and of course his college buddies.  Catching a second wind, my husband's buzz and sluggishness apparently vanished in place of renewed enthusiasm. Noticing the awkward silence in my vicinity, I introduced Mackensie and Rebecca, both quietly standing on either side of me. "Rebecca, this is my dearest friend from college Mackensie" as the two vixens exchanged polite greetings.  Our guests in the meantime, were still enjoying the euphoria of a good surprise birthday party entrance, as the spirits, cocktails and music resumed flowing.

"A pleasure to meet you Rebecca" Mackensie announced earnestly, which genuinely caught me off guard.  In my experience, Kensie usually adorned her catty standoffish persona when confronted with another beautiful woman she deemed the competition.  "Perhaps she was turning a corner?" I wondered to myself, "or perhaps one rival is enough for tonight?" I wondered, amusing myself at the thought of our imminent acting debut. 

"And a pleasure to meet you as well Mackensie, you are so stunning" Rebecca replied, touching Kensie's arm and endearing herself with flattery. In her own right, Rebecca was the polar opposite of Mackensie in every respect....sweet, genuine and most importantly, very supportive of other women.  At the same time, she was accustomed to being the center of attention in any room, her beauty and grace rivaled by very few.  In Rebecca's mind, tonight would be no different despite the attractive high-society crowd in attendance.

"Girls, let's break out the champagne" I suggested to them, interlocking their arms with mine as our newly formed sexy trio walked in lockstep towards the opulent kitchen. In the meantime, Joe reminisced on tales of his glory days with the college buddies, no doubt sharing exaggerated stories as truthful as Mackensie's college adventures in mud wrestling.

Worlds collided as Joe held court with his current bosses and closest fraternity brother, affectionately named "Hellhound". "I wonder what 'big swinging dick' story the finance guys were howling about?" I rolled my eyes, resigned to the fact that boys will be boys. Joe waved me over to join the conversation, "I'll leave you two hot single babes to get acquainted.  But you should really get to mingling.  Behave yourselves though" I smiled in jest to Mackensie and Rebecca.

Hellhound didn't disappoint, regaling us with college stories of my Joe that my husband never dared to share with me, perhaps with good reason.  "Hey Joe, remember those two hot exchange students?" Mr. Hound said after one too many drinks.  "Oh I want to hear this one" I immediately chimed in, wondering if I could find evidence somewhere on his laptop. After getting lost in the tall tales for a few minutes, I looked over towards the kitchen to find Mackensie and Rebecca in deep animated conversation. "So far so good" I sighed in relief. I watched them clink glasses in a cheers....was it possible they were building a rapport? 

In all honesty, to know Rebecca was to love her.  She had a way of making anyone feel comfortable in her presence.  When the foxy pair noticed yours truly staring from across the room, they raised glasses towards me in yet another toast.  I happily reciprocated, "Hmm, why do I get the impression that Mackensie up to something?" my intuition told me. Alcohol made for a good social lubricant, as the hot duo shared laughs while getting along famously. 

That is....until I noticed a scowl across Mackensie's face.  Her body language reverted back to standoffish, like the Mackensie I've come to know well.  She was no longer facing Rebecca and stood unenthusiastically with her arms crossed.  Rebecca was either blissfully unaware or completely unbothered by this turn of events, the blonde animatedly went on gesturing with her hands, lost in the moment. Sensing an intervention was required, I broke away from the 'men's locker room' conversation circle I found myself pulled into, coming to Rebecca's rescue. 

"Hey ladies" I began to lighten the mood, "have you checked out the men here?  Let me know if Joe can introduce you.  Anyone catch your eye yet?" I went on, trying to appease Mackensie with her favorite pastime.  "Actually Lace, I need to use the restroom first, but I'll take you up on that offer when I get back" the blonde announced cheerfully.  Rebecca slithered away in her exquisite dark red cocktail dress, her hips swaying back and forth, accentuating her stride with every step, all while Mackensie rolled her eyes.

"Ok Mackensie...spill it" I skipped the small talk, confronting her directly.  "Well...I don't want to ruin our special night....well Joe's special night....but" Mackensie pouted, "I started chatting with Rebecca here, she's lovely really, but.....". 

"Kensie...." I stated sternly, "But what?" I shook my head at her.  "She started telling me about her date tonight, a first date with a guy she is really into" Mackensie continued. "Rebecca went on and on, this man is tall, handsome, kind, cultured, blah blah blah......to which I jokingly asked oh does he have any friends?" Kensie explained. 

"Oh and he's super successful too, some sort of Managing Director in Private Equity" she went on, now mocking Rebecca's voice in disgust.  "So Lace, I thought to myself....oh that title and line of work sound oddly familiar, but thought nothing of it at first" Mackensie rambled. I simply lifted my eyebrows at Mackensie as if to say 'ok so what's the problem'?

"But then Rebecca went on....he's an athlete, played lacrosse at Princeton, and was recently featured in an industry publication for real estate private equity funds, which piqued my interest Lace" Mackensie stopped her thoughts.  "And why did these facts catch your attention Kensie" I had to drag it out of her. 

Mackensie replied, "Well, I wasn't sure at first but Rebecca said he's the Global Head of Acquisitions at Blackstone, another specific clue. "Oh Mackensie" I groaned, fully aware of what trouble my friend had found....or had trouble found her? 

"You see...just two nights ago, I went out with a man fitting that exact same description....I mean what are the odds Lacey?" Mackensie stated incredulously.  "Then Rebecca showed me his picture, saying 'isn't he just the most gorgeous stud you've ever seen'?". 

I put my hand over my mouth feigning shock, "You and Rebecca each went on a first date with the same man?  Oh how scandalous" I smirked devilishly at Mackensie, as she would have done to me.  "Kensie, I could tell something went sour between you and Rebecca.  I saw your body language morph back into the mischievous Mackensie I know and love." I explained. 

"Maybe this incident puts you in the mood for tonight's feature performance", I suggested which made Mackensie laugh, almost forgetting the fantasy showdown commencing shortly.  "Just don't take it out on me tonight Kensie" which made her chuckle, lightening the mood again.  "So...what will you do Mackensie" I asked instinctively, knowing trouble was brewing from the look in her eye.  "Actually, Conrad and I have our second date tomorrow night", Mackensie proudly boasted as if she had the upper hand on Rebecca. 

"Conrad?" I asked in disgust, "let me guess, he summers in the Hamptons" I laid on the sarcasm to the delight of Mackensie.  "You're only in town for a little over a week but going on multiple dates with Conrad?" I mocked his name in a British accent.  God forbid she goes a few days without men spoiling her in the form of fancy dinners.  "What?  Can't a girl have a little fun?" Mackensie responded with her familiar motto.

"There you are Lace, I've been looking for you honey" Joe came up from behind me with a light spank on my bottom, the smell of bourbon on his breath.  By chance, Rebecca had returned from the restroom only moments later, wedging her way back into our inner circle. "All you ladies look lovely tonight" Joe complimented the trio of gorgeous women surrounding him. 

Rebecca then chimed in, "Oh I didn't realize until just now Lace, but aren't you and Mackensie wearing nearly identical dresses"?  Mackensie and I took the verbal cue, turning to face one another, looking up and down in our first performance of the night.  "Why Rebecca, you're right.  Best friends tend to have the same taste though" Mackensie smugly responded, still simmering over the revelation from her dating rival.   

"Indeed they do" Rebecca agreed, "You know, one New Year's Eve, Lacey and I wore just about the same dark red dress.  Remember that one Lace"?  "Come to think of it, I do recall...you remember that New Year's Eve, don't you Joe?" I purred at my husband.  "Somehow I knew that as well" Mackensie added, making everyone laugh, but raising Joe's suspicions yet again. Bless Rebecca's innocent heart, she had unknowingly walked right into Joe's fantasies, as well as Mackensie's trap.  The blonde even masterfully introduced a preview of tonight's competitive fun, although blissfully unaware.

"Quick Joe....tell us who looks better in this dress?" Mackensie asked seductively, slightly hiking up the hem to show off her legs....just as she had done to our poor waiter at the restaurant.  Mackensie ran her hands down her body in a sultry dance, drawing attention to her voluptuous curves hugged tightly by the dress.  Rebecca raised her eyes in shock, and possibly discomfort, at the question posed between Joe's sultry wife and another stunning woman.

Joe however, now at least five old fashions into his night, was a veteran of the questions game by this point.  My husband held his chin in deep thought, visually devouring our bodies and pretending to hold a monocle to his eye.  I followed suit, stepping in front of Mackensie, with my hands on hips, as if to block the judge's view.  Mackensie playfully responded in turn, we ended up back to back with our arms crossed, awaiting Joe's decision.  The comedic relief broke the built-up tension, while Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief realizing it wasn't a serious competition.

"Actually, don't answer that Joe" I intervened as rehearsed, pretending to chide my inebriated husband.  "Time to sing happy birthday and cut the cake, turn down those lights and everyone gather round!" I raised my voice to the affluent crowd.  Rebecca pulled me aside, "Lace, at first I didn't understand the dark sense of humor in your little group here, but you guys are so much fun".  Poor Rebecca, if she only knew.......

With the hour getting late, and satisfied guests trickling out, I thought to myself "almost showtime".  Naturally, Hellhound and the cavalcade of finance guys attempted to drag Joe out, refusing to call it a night.  "I have other plans for him" I purred, grabbing him by the chest and tearing him away from the wandering herd gathered in the foyer.  The territorial act drew howls at the insinuation of yours truly taking care of the birthday boy tonight.  Rebecca retrieved her trench coat and joined the group, "Hey, I'll tag along" not wanting to retire for the night just yet. 

Mackensie wandered over to say her goodbyes, forcing herself into an elongated hug with Rebecca, who squeezed her earnestly.  Of course, unbeknownst to the blonde, Mackensie rolled her eyes at me as they embraced.  "Oh Mackensie" I chuckled to myself, "nothing ever changes"
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"Well you have my number Rebecca, let's do a girls night with the three of us while I'm still in town" Mackensie adopted her sweetest voice, knowing full well it wouldn't happen.  Besides, her social calendar was full with the most eligible bachelors of Manhattan lining up to court her. As Rebecca followed the group of men down the hallway, I turned back to my friend, "Mackensie.....", using her name to call out whatever mischief may lay ahead.

"Yes Lace?" she protested with innocence, simultaneously checking her phone. "Let me see your phone" I grabbed it out of Kensie's hands.  Instead of protesting, Mackensie raised her chin with a small smirk on her face, incredibly pleased with herself. 

The phone's most recent text message was from...you guessed it...Conrad, the old chap.  "Mackensie" I spewed condescendingly by using her first name only. Scrolling down the conversation history, there was a text sent not three minutes ago.  My eyes widened, viewing a picture of a bronzed Mackensie climbing out of a pool with the tiniest bikini, her voluptuous tits glistening in the sun. No words were necessary, the message's intent implicitly stated in no uncertain terms. 

"Oh my god Mackensie!" I said a bit too loud, fighting the urge to call her a homewrecker yet again.  Kensie shushed me, trying not to draw attention from the few remaining guests exiting the front door. "What? Blondie had her chance tonight but was too prude to follow through" she explained in her defense. "I'm just making sure he's thinking of me....I simply beat Rebecca to the punch", she admitted, her ego rearing its needy head. A punch...ironic coming from a woman about to perform a staged catfight.

Looking back down at conversation history, "Conrad is typing...." I showed Kensie the phone. Mackensie silently celebrated, triumphantly bouncing up and down, making her double D tits jiggle.  "Wow Mackensie, I just fell off my chair.  Was this from the Miss Florida beauty pageant you mentioned winning?" Conrad typed.  I raised my eyebrows at Mackensie, who...you guessed it...never lived in Florida, nor competed in a beauty pageant.  "Not that you wouldn't have won babe" I assured her, "I mean look at the tits and ass on this one" I playfully spanked her. 

Joe wandered over having noticed us two girls giggling and his wife smacking a handful of Mackensie's luscious ass.  "Showtime babe....go now" I whispered to Kensie, who excused herself to grab her coat.  "Lace...can't thank you enough, I am still in complete shock.  This might have been one of the best nights of my life" Joe exclaimed.  "Who said your night is over stud?" I led this thoughts astray, "But hold that thought for now, I need to use the restroom" I whispered in his ear with my warm breath. 

Joe took in the aftermath of the surprise party, peering at the city skyline illuminating his now empty penthouse apartment.  Pouring himself another drink, my husband replayed the recent events in his mind.  Joe had everything in life, although his ultimate fantasy had escaped his grasp.....for now.  There had possible confrontations of note, most featuring yours truly, whether it be with Heather, Hiromi or....Mackensie.  "Hmm Mackensie...she was a stone cold fox" he took a deep inhale, feeling the arousal stirring within. 

"Life is good...isn't it" Joe raised his glass in a cheers to himself.  It was about to get better....if he only knew.

[emmaduncxn]

add Hiromi and Heather to that idea of a girls night for Kensie, Lace and Rebecca, and phew, some potential catfight war and heaven right there

[adventerer2003]

You are a master of suspense! Your ability to pull the reader into Lacey's world is impeccable!

[TinaR]

I am enjoying this post.  I live a good build up.  Take as much time as you'd like.  As someone who has tried to write, I understand how much time and effort each chapter must take.  We appreciate it. 

[dalton]

Part XIII (continued):

With Joe's attention focused on the bustling Manhattan streets below, the clicking of heels slowly approaching caught his attention from across the penthouse apartment.  "I can't wait to toss Lacey around, perhaps here in the living room....or out on the balcony?" his thoughts harkened back to the last time he bent his sexy wife over the outdoor banister.  Without warning, a pair of hands covered his eyes, "Oh Lace, we're playing blindfolded tonight, are we?" he implored.  "Did the birthday boy have a nice surprise party?" an unexpected voice asked seductively. 

Joe's body went rigid with anxiety, recognizing none other than Mackensie's sultry voice in his ear.  I peeked my head out the bedroom door to witness the expertly executed seduction of my husband, by my best friend no less.  Mackensie draped herself around Joe's body, one hand covering his eyes, the other holding him by the chest.  A long silky smooth leg was intertwined with Joe's like a python entrapping its prey, of which there was no escape.  Kensie's perfect tits brushed into my husband's back as the sting of jealousy coursed through my body at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes. 

The smell of intoxicating perfume gripped Joe, unsure of how to respond to Mackensie's advances.  "Relax Joe, I'm just teasing you" Mackensie momentarily let her prey escape her clutches. "Oh Mackensie" Joe laughed it off as he sat on the couch, scanning the apartment to ensure his lovely wife didn't witness the incident.  My husband let out a groan from not having sat down for many hours at this point. 

I inched the bedroom door open further for a better angle of Mackensie's performance.  Joe had been seated for no longer than three seconds when Mackensie pounced yet again. The seductress stood uncomfortably close to my husband, turning away to give Joe a better view of her curvaceous figure, the dress barely able to contain her lush body.  Mackensie teased a slight lift of the hem of her dress, checking for Joe's reaction over her shoulder. 

I watched with a confused mix of arousal and jealousy simultaneously, as Kensie's perfect ass slowly descended into my husband's lap.  "She was supposed to sit on his leg" I grunted to myself, "that bitch". Mackensie had managed to get my motor running, but that would help me genuinely act out the imminent fantasy scene.  I watched helplessly as Mackensie wiggled her hips into Joe, as if to feel for his hard cock with her ass, making sure he was aroused.  "I told her no lapdances, ugh Mackensie" realizing she couldn't help herself.  Or was it intentional?

After her little shimmy in Joe's lap, Kensie slithered forward with her brunette hair cascading towards the floor.  Reaching both hands towards her heels, she arched her back, giving Joe a close-up view of her sexy slim waist gyrating in small circles, before flipping her hair back in place.  "Imagine bending this piece of ass over" Joe thought to himself, fighting the throbbing sensation building in his pants.

Mackensie then resurrected herself, slowly ascending with both hands holding her hair overhead, her back arched backwards now.  Leaning her body all the way back against Joe's chest, she let out an audible gasp as if relaxing.  Joe's face settled over her right shoulder with a prime view of her voluptuous round tits, his senses entranced with the siren song of Mackensie's perfume.  "Jesus Kensie....I said help me with his fantasy, not film a porno with my husband".  "This is a comfy seat, other than that bulge poking through", Kensie's eyes descended downward, acknowledge she could feel Joe's excitement.

Having seen enough, I swung the bedroom door open, making a point of loudly bursting my way into the main living room while playfully calling out my husband's name.  "Ohhh Joeeee", I called out while unfastening my earrings, hunting him down for his birthday gift.  The sudden intrusion caused Joe to forcefully lift Mackensie off of his lap, placing her body down on two feet.  When yours truly finally came into full view, there was a well-timed moment where a disheveled Mackensie adjusted herself by pulling down the hem of her dress while also fixing her top. Joe followed in a similar manner, turning his back on me as if I wouldn't notice his flustered appearance.

I came to a sudden halt to emphasize my shock, my hands settled on my curvy hips that my identical dress could barely contain.  "What exactly is going on here?" I let the question hang in the balance.  "Oh you're still here Mackensie" I said condescendingly, acting surprised to see her.  With Joe's back still turned to us, I gave Kensie a wink as if to say "well done babe".  I pressed the tension of the situation, suspiciously walking over between them as to inspect the crime scene.  When Joe finally turned around, still adjusting his tie....and his pants, I confronted him by taking a whiff of his collar, the sweet smell of Mackensie's perfume still lingering on my husband.   

My eyes met Joe's for a moment that screamed "guilty as charged".  Despite my hostile appearance towards Joe, I couldn't help but laugh internally at the lengths Mackensie and I were willing to go.  My poor husband, now just a pawn in the subtle rivalry between us ladies, when up until now, it had been all about making his fantasies come true.  My thoughts turned back to the infamous shopping trip, where Mackensie suggested "what if we explored the homewrecker theme in our little surprise", just after her latest run in with a married man's wife. 

By this point, the homewrecker moniker had stuck to Kensie, and not without being a well-deserved nickname.  I initially hesitated at the insinuation of Joe and Mackensie fooling around behind my back, especially since I wanted to prove to Mackensie who was boss. "That tramp won't be wrecking my home, that's for sure".  But then Kensie offered a more innocent idea to set the mood, "What if.....I simply sit in his lap, more like on his leg actually Lace...definitely not a lapdance.  You can catch us in the act perhaps?" Mackensie had suggested, having not lived up to her promise. 

"Why do I get the impression this won't be your first lapdance Kensie" we both chuckled.  "Actually I like the idea....you attempt to seduce him, setting the stage for me walking in on you two.  I'll feign shock and confront you directly for making a pass at my husband.  Great idea actually babe."  Mackensie so eagerly agreed to my plan that I went from being amused to jealous in an matter of seconds.  Mackensie then added "And naturally that situation leads to a sexy catfight", she made claws at me.

I should know better than to trust a woman like Mackensie around my husband, but what's the saying...you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs? Despite all that, so far, so good....the plan had been executed perfectly up to this point.  Joe was reeling at being caught in the act, and is his mind, would have no idea that this was a staged performance.  If he only knew........

Still demanding answers from Joe, I stood impatiently awaiting his response.  "And you...what do you have to say for yourself Mackensie" I swung around to face her chest to chest, uncomfortably close.  With the back of my head towards Joe, I gave a wink and smile to Mackensie who expertly did not break character. After all, it was hard not to laugh with your best friend acting out a staged catfight.  "Well Lace...Joe here looked lonely.  And I thought he deserved the company of a real woman on his birthday", Mackensie's posture shifted from that of guilt to one of arrogance.  She proudly announced her superiority as if she was the person primarily responsible for my husband's contentment. 

"Keeping him company on his lap Kensie?" I questioned the absurd notion.  "You know Kensie, I think this all goes back to our college days.  You could never be happy for me, especially now that this big stud of a husband is mine....all mine" I yanked Joe's tie, still pretending to be angry with him and hinting at our familiar motto.  Mackensie arrogantly lifted her chin to brush off my accusation, "as if I'd ever be jealous of you Lace...I mean....just look at me" Mackensie replied in the cattiest way, gesturing towards her goddess-like voluptuous body.  "Wow, Kensie was a natural at this" I chuckled to myself, although I couldn't tell if she was acting or serious about being jealous of her.

"Enough of this Lace", Mackensie forcefully brushed past my shoulder with intention, "Hey Joe....do you mind telling us?" she confronted Joe to his confusion, as she fixed his tie again.  "Tell you what exactly?" Joe replied, still flummoxed.  "Why dear", she playfully answered shaking her head, "tell us who looks better in this dress.  You still owe us an answer from earlier in the night", Mackensie purred to him, adjusting Joe's shirt collar now. A live recreation of the 'questions game' was my idea, inspired by the treasure trove of comparison pics on my husband's laptop.

Stepping in between the pair, I cut off Mackensie's access to laying her greedy hands on my husband.  "Yes babe, won't you help us finally decide the debate raging all these years?" I chimed in.  "I've been trying to gently break the news to Mackensie here, but maybe she needs to hear it from you?" I turned to face Mackensie as I delivered the last line.  Mackensie sarcastically laughed, shaking her head, "Lace, your husband here is afraid to hurt your feelings sweetheart" she inserted the knife in my back, "Go ahead...tell her Joe. You know I'm hotter than your wife" Kensie arrogantly announced. 

Mackensie and I shamelessly stole the last sequence from Joe's custom video, with both actresses claiming superiority over their rival.  The line of questioning definitely struck a nerve with Joe, potentially recognizing the dialogue.  The way Kensie delivered that last line actually made my blood boil, performing or not.  In her mind, her best friend Lacey was certainly hot, a beauty worthy of her companionship for a night out on the town.  However, the lofty first place pedestal was always reserved for Mackensie....and Mackensie alone.

Both of us ladies stood with arms crossed in a staredown, waiting for a definitive conclusion to the debate from Joe.  Stammering for words since Mackensie's attempted seduction, Joe finally chimed in, "Well....ever since the other day in the kitchen, I've been wondering....", Joe paused before daring to go further.  "Oh Joe" I rolled my eyes, "this is about who is hotter, not who is the stronger woman" I feigned disgust at his intimating a decisive third round of arm wrestling.  "Yes, we've already established that I'm much stronger than you Lacey", Mackensie shamelessly stated.

"Excuse me....", I widened my eyes at her, trying to hold back a laugh.  "You saw it yourself Joe, I overpowered your lovely wife here, pinning her arm down." Mackensie continued "So to summarize, not only do I look better in this dress, but I'm hotter...and stronger too sweetheart" she continued the catty trash talk.  Joe's eyes darted back and forth between the brunette beauties, in disbelief of bearing witness to the culmination of our tenuous friendship. 

"Actually Joe, since your brought up our unfinished arm wrestling contest, that gives me an idea" I stated, walking to the middle of the spacious opulent living room, removing my watch and other jewelry. The furniture had already been relocated to make space for this evening's guests. "Mackensie....join me?  Unless you're not woman enough?" I taunted my rival in turn.  Pretending to be outraged as she walked onto the plush living room carpet, Mackensie accepted my invitation.

My husband uttered "Ladies....can I suggest...", but was quickly cut off with "Shut up Joe!" in a simultaneous rejection from yours truly and Mackensie in unison. Of course, he was happy to shut up and take in the sexy sight of two vixens squaring off in confident postures over him, just what dreams were made of.  "Lace, are you sure you want to lose another arm wrestling bout in front of your husband?  How much losing can your ego handle honey?" Kensie continued her taunts. 

"Kensie, we are way past that. I just watched you attempt to seduce my husband in my own home.  This is an all-out catfight" I used the phrase with intention.  And trigger Joe's inner desires it did, his eyes widening at the mere mention of the word. "Catfight?" Mackensie asked seductively emphasizing the word yet again, sending Joe's mind into a frenzy.  "Catfight you say?" Mackensie repeated the verbal torture for Joe, as if she had been waiting on yours truly to challenge her.

"You'd like that Joe, wouldn't you?" Kensie seductively looked over her shoulder at my husband, knowing full well Joe's answer.   Turning back to me, "Let's finally settle the debate then Lace...as ladies should, shall we?" Mackensie purred, slipping off her heels.  I followed suit, removing my own pair of heels as Joe watched the ceremonially undressing of warriors preparing for combat.  "Joe, why don't you get comfortable on the sofa and enjoy the show" I teased him, heightening his already elevated level of arousal. 
As rehearsed, Mackensie and I attempted to intimidate each other in a standoff, holding eye contact with our chests thrust out and hands on hips. "Last chance to back down Lace" Mackensie taunted, certain of victory.  "May the best woman win" I announced implying my superiority, equally sure of triumph over my rival.  Only one vixen would be victorious however, and to the winner go the spoils. 

"Oh and more thing..." I seductively paused, "Happy Birthday baby", both Mackensie and I broke character for a moment, smiling devilishly at my husband still in disbelief on the sofa.  Only in that moment did Joe realize that scene unfolding before him was orchestrated, although he swore the hostility was genuine.  "Yes, Happy Birthday Joe" Mackensie purred at him, not to be outdone by yours truly.

Neon lights bled into our spacious living room, scattering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.  The opulent setting was hardly where one might expect such a gratuitous display of sexually-charged confrontation between gorgeous women.  Joe's mind wandered for a brief second to replay the events of the last week, wondering if he was the fortunate victim of our devious scheme.  "Consider me victimized" he laughed to himself, enjoying his bourbon as he sized up the lithe bodies poised to do battle over him.

The Empire State Building was silhouetted in the background, illuminating the impromptu arena of plush carpet, the ideal setting for Joe's fantasy come to life. After a moment of silence, we turned to Joe for his approval to begin the showdown.  With a nod of his head, the shrieking noise of his fantasy catfight echoed through the penthouse.  Mackensie and I instinctively reached for each other's hair, squaring off in primal combat. 

Our bodies primed for battle with limbs intertwined, playing up the panting noise of our struggle. "Let go of my hair" I begged Mackensie, who viciously grasped my beautiful brunette locks.  Returning the favor, I clutched dangling strands of her hair, tilting her head back with a tug. "Ugh my hair" Mackensie shouted, the two of us recreating the hairpulling that Joe was so fond of.

In that moment, Joe had an epiphany on the very essence of his catfight fetish.  How could such femininity intersect with such aggression, although absent any real violence in this case.  "That's the sweet spot for my Joe" I had realized earlier watching his video collection, a sultry confrontation without the bloodlust.  The mere thought of female battle was deemed unbecoming of women via social norms.  Perhaps the forbidden taboo of the act is what attracted Joe to the fetish.

Struggling to a stalemate, Mackensie suddenly twisted her body with my hair still in her grasp, tossing me over her hip.  With my hands still clutching Kensie's hair, our bodies tumbled wildly towards the carpeted floor in a mass of long limbs and untamed hair.  Mackensie initially landed all of her weight on top of me, but quickly lost her balance from the collision.  Using Kensie's own momentum against her, I flipped my hips to roll on top, straddling her in a dominant position. 

This pattern of rolling on top for control continued two or three times until I finally settled on top of my rival.  My hands clenched around Mackensie's wrists as I held her arms overhead against the carpet.  "Ugh, let me go you bitch" she cried out in agony.  "Not so confident now, are you honey?" I taunted while straddling Mackensie below me. "Please you're hurting me" Kensie begged in an Oscar worthy performance.

With Mackensie nearly in tears, I turned to look if Joe was enjoying the show.  Sure enough, his bourbon was fixed in one hand while the other adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his suit pants. Losing concentration for a moment at the thought of savoring his delicious cock, Mackensie seized the opportunity from my now lenient hold of her wrists.  Reaching for the straps of my dress, she jerked yours truly down to the floor with her, our bodies now laying side by side.

In the chaos of heavenly bodies colliding, our short dress hems had hiked up revealing toned bronzed legs grappling for control of our opponent.  Matching sexy thong panties were barely held intact, struggling to contain our abundant assets.  Mackensie's last attack had ripped the strap to my dress so that it no longer rested over my shoulder.  My silky bra peaked out for Joe's viewing pleasure, showing the curvature of my luscious tits.  Not to be outdone and upset that Kensie had torn an expensive dress, I returned the favor by tearing the bottom seam to Mackensie's swanky cocktail dress, with her full round ass now on display. 

"Good lord" Joe could be heard howling in the background, realizing sometimes reality can outweigh the fiction in his mind. In said reality however, Kensie and I had viewed another one of his videos entitled "Clothes Ripping Catfight".  This particular episode was situated in an office setting where sexy secretaries wore unrealistically revealing button down blouses, pencil skirts, pantyhose and eyeglasses.  Mackensie and I giggled as the women focused more on destroying each other's outfits than causing harm to one another.  Blouse buttons were forcefully popped open, nylons were shredded and torn apart with bare hands, all while suggesting "No, I'm the boss's favorite".  As absurd as the scenario was, Kensie and I were excited to recreate it.

Returning to our feet to assess the damage, Mackensie and I fixed our hair and adjusted our dresses.  After all, we had to look presentable during a catfight for my husband.  Inspecting the tear in her dress as if to show me, Mackensie stated "you're going to pay for that one Lace".  Tugging at my broken shoulder strap unable to fasten it, I replied "this was my favorite dress Kensie, how dare you".  Joe could not be enjoying himself more, now with a lit cigar and the look of a man who had it all.

Mackensie and I tangled yet again, grabbing each other's forearms this time, both trying to stave off attacks from the other woman.  I got the better of my opponent this time, tossing Mackensie towards the couch who nearly landed in Joe's lap again.  Joe moved his bourbon carefully out of the way to avoid spilling it, excited that the battle had come in close proximity of him.  Taking the opportunity to pounce, I straddle Mackensie's body, who was now in the sitting position.  Both of us hellcats grabbed onto each other's tits, much to Joe's delight sitting not two feet away at this point. 

Mackensie grabbed control of me, pulling my body towards my husband.  Our bodies rolled in wild fury, with both of us crossing over his lap and ultimately tumbling towards the floor again.  In the ensuing chaos, I somehow ended up straddling Mackensie again, but this time with her face down to the floor.  I smiled devilishly at Joe who raised his eyebrows at me having the advantage over Mackensie.  "No!" Mackensie yelped as I claimed her brunette locks in my hand yet again.

"Do you give Kensie?" I taunted gripping her hair tighter, making her back arch. Her eyes closed and head tilted back in agony as I forced her to submit to my will.  "Never" Mackensie retorted, having difficulty mounting a response. "You don't like Lacey being on top, do you honey?" I continued my verbal taunt of Mackensie.  In reality, I was thoroughly enjoying the humiliation of the most conceited woman I'd ever known, but had to remind myself this was merely a performance. 

Tightening my grip for a second time, I asked "I'll ask you again Kensie, do you give"? Slapping her hand on the carpet in protest, Mackensie finally broke..."Yes...Yes, I give.  Let go of my hair now Lace" she pouted.  For some reason, I was incredibly aroused at the sight of Mackensie begging for mercy at my own hands, whether the scene was orchestrated or not.  I continued the line of questioning, "Now who's the better woman Mackensie?", in an unexpected cruel manner that caught Mackensie off guard.  "What Lace?" Mackensie shrieked, her ego clearly bruised.  Not receiving the response I'd hoped for, I again tugged at the strands of brunette locks in my grip. 

"Ugh...fine fine Lace...you are the better woman" Mackensie was resigned to admit, although the words tore at her very soul.  Basking in the glory of triumph, I freed Mackensie's hair from the vice grip.  "See that Joe...I am the better woman", I exclaimed with emphasis, taking a victory lap on top of my defeated humbled foe.  Sensing that I was offering reprieve, Mackensie rolled on her back to face me.  To her horror, I continued to straddle her, basking in the victorious afterglow.

My sense of arousal now heightened, I went off script as a sudden burst of inspiration blindsided me.  I wagged my finger over to Joe in the come-hither motion, still on top of the trapped Mackensie.  "Lace, what exactly are you doing?  You've won, now let me up" she pleaded. "Quiet sweetheart, time for me to claim my trophy", I gestured at my husband now standing over our tangled bodies.

"Closer babe" I grabbed Joe by the belt buckle, pulling him in until his feet lined up with Mackensie's head still lying on the floor.  Licking my lips in a sign of things to come, Joe widened his eyes, only now realizing my intentions. "Mackensie, have I told you about the 'No Hands Allowed' game I play with Joe here?" I cruelly continued to taunt her.  Lying beneath me, Mackensie raged at being subject to such humiliation, having never agreed to it beforehand. 

I pulled his belt buckle through the loops, tossing it aside while I undid his zipper with my teeth.  "Enjoying the view down there Kensie?" I continued to the delight of Joe. Mackensie would never admit, but she was equally aroused at the unfolding scene on top of her prone body, although still enraged.  "You bitch" Kensie muttered under her breath, still struggling to get up.  Pulling his pants down slowly, Joe's thick cock escaped its confines, popping out with such force that it made a loud thud landing on my face.

"All mine Joe?" I asked seductively, knowing the answer full well.  The question alone sent him into a frenzy, as he tilted his head back in preparation for the coming ecstasy.  "Look Mackensie, no hands" I peered down at her, simultaneously grabbing Joe by the hips.  From her vantage point, Kensie saw Joe's thick cock completely disappear inch by inch, with the outline of his bulge in my throat.  The graphic display of sexuality was how I marked my territory, with Mackensie as witness. 

Resigned to her front row seat, Mackensie wondered whether she could accomplish the depth that yours truly had.  I swallowed my husband's cock deeper than usual, pinning myself against his body, which was more of a performance for the romantic rival lying beneath me.  Taking a moment to breathe, I taunted, "Not only am I the better woman, but apparently better at a number of things.  Isn't that right Joe?", as I cupped his balls in hand.  Joe couldn't mount a response, but did take the time to watch Mackensie pouting, which seemed to arouse him even further.  "Was that part of his fetish also?" I wondered to myself as my mouth slid back and forth on his thick cock.

Feeling his climax rapidly approaching, I stroked his cock with increasing pace, "Go ahead tell her Joe, it's mine...all mine. Mackensie could never take you down like I can", no doubt getting a tad bit too personal in the heat of the moment.  Kensie found herself with the unfamiliar mix of arousal and jealousy I had experienced with her on my husband's lap.  Approaching the crescendo,  my mouth expertly wrapped around his cock and my hands massaging his balls, gulping down Joe's enormous cum load.  My husband groaned in relief of the building tension, exhausting himself in the process.  "Ahhh" I let out an audible gasp, making sure Mackensie knew I enjoyed the spoils of victory, greedily gulping down the remnants of Joe's cum.  "Happy Birthday babe" I said with a devious smile.

As I stood, Mackensie was finally free of her humiliating restraints.  Storming off in a fit, her shredded dress dragged on the ground in shambles , following a disheveled defeated warrior.  Watching her retreat to the bathroom, I immediately felt of a sense of guilty for having pushed the scene so far.  "I wonder if she'll accept my apology?" I hoped internally.  All in all, I had achieved a flawless execution of Joe's fantasy and even got a prize for myself.

I found Mack in the bathroom, prepared to console her and apologize for my indiscretion.  Turning to me and raising her hand to stop, she uttered "Wow Lace, that might have been the most erotic experience of my life", Mackensie explained.  "So you're not mad Kensie? I took it a little too far" I admitted.  "Mad?  Are you kidding me Lace?  No no no...I got so aroused when you took it off script.  I mean the plan was for you to win all along, but I didn't expect the sexual deviant in you to come out.  I didn't think you had it in you Lace", we both shared a laugh.

Somehow Mackensie managed to 'complisult' me, as in "That was hot" and "I thought you were a prude" simultaneously.  "Only you Kensie" I shook my head silently.  I hugged my best friend in the aftermath, "I'm so glad you're not made honey, thank you so much.  I don't think Joe will ever get over tonight" I said in all earnest.

"Oh but his night is not over yet", Mackensie donned the familiar expression of trouble on her face.  "Not over Kensie?" I asked in confusion.  "Just because I said I'm not mad, doesn't mean the final curtain has fallen in our performance" she smiled.  Placing her hands on hips and lifting her chin, Mackensie playfully stated, "I demand a rematch".  We both cackled in laughter, while my initial reaction was to see if Joe was still alive on the sofa, or had offed himself after hitting the apex of life. I mimicked Mackensie's posture and announced "Well then a rematch you shall have".

Mackensie went on further "Again Lace, I didn't think you had it in you".  I cut her off, "Oh I had it in me alright", to which we both laughed.  "And did you see Joe's face when he realized?" Mackensie continued.  "Actually I have another brilliant idea.  Plus Lace, after that little improv, I think you owe me one.....now hear me out".

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(to be continued)

[emmaduncxn]

HEAVEN

[adventerer2003]

I'm extremely pleased and aroused! I want more!!!  This is so hot! I'm shaking with anticicaption!  Hopefully, the rematch includes their huge tits popping free in battle! I... um, "Joe" would love that!

This story is truly amazing!

[adventerer2003]

"After a moment of silence, we turned to Joe for his approval to begin the showdown.  With a nod of his head, the shrieking noise of his fantasy catfight echoed through the penthouse.  Mackensie and I instinctively reached for each other's hair, squaring off in primal combat."

Wow, just WOW!

[HumanPerson]

This is why the English language was invented.

[Rock]

      This is so hot! I never want this story to end!!

[Rock]