I rubbed her face down with a cool hand cloth, gently, and kissed that precious face. Karen's look was one of determination I had never before seen in her eyes. I told her to take her time and come back out when she was ready. I patted her gorgeous ass, caressed those ass cheeks, and headed back to the sofa by the “fight pit”.
Ken was sitting there alone as Tammy had gone back to her room as well. He asked if I sensed what he sensed. I asked what he meant. Ken stated “I think this fight is heating up and the girls are not feeling so friendly any more.” He went on to add that Tammy enjoyed kicking Karen's ass the last round and expected Karen to come out more intensely in round three. He also said that Tammy intended to fight even harder than she had up to this point, and she had every intention of showing Ken that she was a better woman than Karen and could win this fight. I told Ken that Karen is pissed about the nipple to the eye and said she would kick Tammy's ass in round three. We both knew that this catfight was about to go to the next level.
A few minutes later Tammy re-entered the room, her bare breasts swaying as she walked. She had also changed from her white thong to a red g-string which looked more like dental floss than a piece of clothing. It was obvious that she was not going to let Karen put more of her body on display than she was. Tammy came to sit on the sofa next to Ken, and bent over first to pick up her cup of water. Her ass cheeks spread as she bent over, fully showing her beautiful ass and her pussy lips that her g-string had no chance to fully conceal. She looked magnificent.
As we made small talk for a minute or two, Karen came back into the room, wearing her same g-string and looking fabulous. She walked straight to the center of the mats and asked if we were all ready for the next round. She was definitely ready to fight and had no intention of socializing with Tammy. There was no smile on her face.
Tammy quickly got to her feet and did not hesitate to walk right out to the center of the mats where Karen was standing. She was not smiling either.
Sensing what was going on, I quickly got up, Ken following right behind me. I walked up to both of the wives and stated “Girls, I sense that both of you are about to get involved in an even more intense catfight than we have seen up to this point. We all know that the rules must be followed by both of you. Are there any changes you want to make? If so, you both must agree. It is imperative that both of you honor the rules at all times”.
Karen was the first to say, “Well, it is obvious that it is now ok to stick your nipples in the the other's eye and keep it there”. Tammy responded that she did not do that on purpose to which Karen said “BS”.
“Come on, girls, are there any rules you want to change?” asked Ken.
Karen suggested that they start the rounds from here on out from a standing position, no more kneeling starts. Tammy agreed. Tammy then said that she saw no reason why tits could not be grabbed and squeezed. Karen quickly accepted, but I added one proviso- namely, that fingernails could not be dug into the titty flesh. Grabbing and squeezing were ok, but no nails digging in. Both women readily agreed. In order to be sure that neither woman's breasts would be harmed by nails, I asked that they each be willing to go back to their rooms and cut the nails all the way back. They both agreed and did so. Five minutes later we were all back on the mats.
Ken stated the he was sorry for having blurted out in the previous round for Tammy to kick Karen's ass, and asked both Karen and I if that had bothered either of us. We both said that was all a part of it, and we all agreed that it was perfectly ok to say whatever we wanted. The girls were also told that it was ok for them to say whatever they wanted to each other during the fighting. We all agreed that we were all adults; we had heard every expression ever uttered, we were in a private setting, and it was natural for both the fighting women and their men watching to want to say things in the heat of battle.
Both women promised to adhere to the rules. Ken and I each kissed our wives, wished them luck, and stepped from the center of the mats to the outer edges. Our two bare breasted warriors, wearing only the tiniest of g-strings stood about five feet apart waiting for the signal to start round three. There were no smiles on either face at all, only looks of sheer determination. This was going to be one hell of a catfight between two sexy wives determined to prove who the better woman was.
Once I signaled for them to start, neither woman wasted any time. They both moved fast to each other, their chests meeting with a thud as both women immediately grabbed two handfuls of hair. What a site to see! Tammy and Karen's breasts were mashed into each other's, both women standing, their heads being pulled back by the grips on the hair in the back of their heads. They moved over a very small area in the center of the mats, trying to maintain balance, pained expressions on their faces as the brutal hairpulling continued.
Karen seemed to be inflicting the most pain, as Tammy's moans and facial expressions showed the pain she was experiencing. But then Tammy got her foot behind Karen's ankles and surged forward with her body weight, tripping Karen. The two women went down hard, hit the mats, both still having both hands in the other's hair.
They rolled over and over, one way then the other, one gaining the advantage, then the other appearing to have better position. All the while their great, toned legs were fully entwined with the other's legs, their chests were together, nipples on nipples, faces only inches apart as the double fisted hairpulling continued for each. The sliver of g-string was well into each of their pussies as four beautiful pussy lips were fully exposed. And, geez, they were fighting like wildcats! I could not believe the fight I was seeing my wife involved in against another wife of similar age and size.
Then Tammy made the first move using the new rules. She released one of her hands from Karen's hair and latched onto Karen's right breast, and she really squeezed it hard. Karen yelped as Tammy dug in. Karen's titty flesh was oozing out between Tammy's fingers She had a hell of a grip on Karen's right tit.
Karen responded by freeing her left hand from Tammy's hair and grabbing Tammy's right breast as well. She applied as serious of a grip onto Tammy's tit as Tammy had on Karen's breast. The rolling over and over had stopped. They were in a static position, thighs wrapped together, one hand of each wife pulling the hell out of her adversary's hair, the other hand squeezing a tit as hard as she could. It was a good thing that I had required that nails be cut off, because as hard as they were squeezing each other's breasts I can assure you that fingernails would have been digging into their beautiful tits and inflicting some damage – more than either needed or had bargained for.
They remained in this stalemated position for a minute or two, the only sounds we heard were moans of pain from each as the hairpulling and tit mauling continued. Their legs were moving a bit, their ass muscles tightening over and over again, and those pussies in full view. I am a major admirer of my wife's perfect ass, and I can tell you that it never looked tighter or sexier than it did while Karen was fighting at this very moment. Their cute and beautiful faces had expressions of pain and determination. Their bodies never looked better, but they were in one hell of a vicious fight. I could not believe what I was watching!
Tammy then changed tactics. I believe she felt that her tit mauling of Karen's right tit was doing more damage to Karen than her hairpulling was, so she released her one handed hairpull and used that free hand to latch onto Karen's left breast as well. She know had both of Karen's tits in her hands and was squeezing for all she was worth. Karen obviously was hurting, and she released Tammy's tit and used her hand to get it under Tammy's chin and started to push Tammy's head back into a very awkward position, all the while using the other hand to pull Tammy's head back in the same direction. Karen's strategy worked, and Tammy released Karen's breasts and used her hands to try and get Karen's hand from under her chin. As she did, her body separated enough from Karen for Karen to be able to use her legs and feet to push Tammy away- and hard. Tammy flew back onto her ass away from Karen, the girls now separated.
Both women got to their feet. Their hair was a mess, and they were both breathing very fast and hard. Their beautiful breasts were moving up and down with every breath. Both women's tits showed the effect of the aggressive squeezing they had undergone. Both of Karen's tits were reddened and still had the finger marks of where Tammy's fingers had dug in. Tammy's right breast was similar to both of Karen's mammaries. The two women circled slowly, obviously using this brief break in the action to collect themselves and regain their wind and stamina.
Ken shouted out to Tammy that she was doing great and that she would kick Karen's ass. Before I could shout my encouragement to Karen, Karen told Tammy “There is no way you are going to win, bitch.” Tammy replied “I am going to kick your ass, you fucking cxnt!” To which Karen replied “Fuck you, whore. Let's go, fight, you flat chested cxnt!”
I could not believe what I was hearing! Karen had never spoken like that the entire 18 years of our marriage. This was amazing, and there was no way I was going to interfere. I shouted to Karen to teach that bitch a lesson and kick her ass. They rushed at each other. Karen attacked low this time, and put a shoulder into Tammy's waist, basically tackling her! Karen's legs drove hard, and she actually lifted Tammy's feet slightly off the mats and drove her down hard to the mats, her shoulder driving right into Tammy's stomach as they hit the deck.
One could all but hear the wind come out of Tammy's sails, and Karen was all over her in a second. Karen grabbed Tammy's hair as Karen was right on top of Tammy, and Karen's tits were above Tammy's tits. Tammy was dazed. Karen moved up higher on Tammy and got her tits all over Tammy's face as she straddled Tammy. Karen was using her tits to smother Tammy's face, and no doubt exacting revenge for the nipple to the eye move that Tammy had used on her in the prior round. Women don't forget!
Tammy's legs were flailing wildly. She was panicked both from having some wind driven from her lungs from Karen's “tackle”, and now her inability to breathe as Karen's tits were all over her face and nose and mouth. And Karen was still pulling the shit out of Tammy's hair, too. What a site Karen's ass was as she was mounted on Tammy, a knee on each side of Tammy's body, and leaning over to keep her tits on Tammy's face. Her ass cheeks looked perfect, and that tiny g-string was so far into her pussy it was if she were nude. Her pussy looked incredible.
I heard Karen tell Tammy, “Give up, bitch, while you still can” Tammy, in a muffled voice, said she gave and she tapped the mat hard with her hand. Karen stood up, but still had Tammy's hair in her hand, and gave her one last hard tug as she moved away from Tammy. Tammy just lay there, breathing hard as she tried to catch her breath back, and Ken rushed to his fallen wife to assist and comfort her. That round had lasted 7 minutes, with the second part of that round taking only 90 seconds.
Karen stood and walked to me as I rushed to her. We embraced and Karen gave me a very sexy, deep kiss as my hands grabbed and caressed her ass from behind. I got Karen a glass of water as she sat on the sofa. Tammy was still on her back on the mat with Ken at her side. I heard slight sobs from Tammy. Not once did Karen ask if she were ok. When Tammy got up, I asked both girls if that was enough for the night. Karen immediately said that she would fight all night if that is what it took to win the fight. Tammy stopped in her tracks, turned to Karen and said, “I will be right back. This fight is not over.” With that, she and Ken left the room and went to their bedroom.
