(Part II)
Amazed that this confrontation was now going to be a reality, and righteously enraged at the slinking Maureen, I had visions of her woeful fate when I got a hold of her. We had to satisfy the wishes of all four of us, Lucky, Maureen, Tim and myself, along the path to our ‘trial by combat’. Each one of us seemed to want certain conditions or desires fulfilled for this fight to happen.
Lucky seemed like a voice of reason, demanding that this be a catfight and not a brawl. He didn’t want punching , or busted bones, or choking, arguing that this was about which of us was the better woman, and that we should somehow ‘prove ourselves’ in a womanly endurance test. Maureen insisted that there be witnesses to this event. She actually felt that she was an ‘aggrieved party’ and wanted the satisfaction of her honor to be confirmed. My amazement that this whore had such notions, was only matched by my stupefaction that my husband Tim had his own demands! For almost forty years, he has gone along with my superior judgement but for some reason he developed independence. I fault Maureen for that. He wanted this episode filmed, and wanted to see ‘his’ two ladies pose prior to the fight, comparing ourselves to each other. I was dumbfounded, but acquiesced .
Making rational sense out of our concepts, we quickly reached agreement on some basics. The fight was to keep going until both parties stopped, meaning that whoever was winning could do what they wanted. Each of us was allowed to call for one break in the action. We were to be nude, completely nude, except for our wedding rings. No one was to interfere in any way once the fight started. The permitted watchers would be anyone who had seen an earlier fight of ours. This was turning into a major production! Our men would be naked also, with much discussion as to the attire of the witnesses. The entire suite was our battleground, but no objects were to be picked up and used as weapons.
Much was left unsaid, as our quest to be at each other as soon as possible gnawed at Maureen and me. The men put aside their own tensions to ensure that we didn’t fly at each other in advance. Maureen’s clipped and nasty comments goaded my own sharp tongue as I huffed in reply to her jibes. Invites and notices went out to many, and even more heard about the pending fight and asked to attend. This was becoming a circus but was strangely exciting. At last I would be vindicated, and so many would watch it!
An avid fan of Maureen and I, Corbin, agreed to be an impartial host, announcing the commencement of our struggle, when a break had been taken, and the finish. As Maureen so gracelessly put it, he would be ‘a neutral cock’. Eventually, the double suite was booked and the date determined. I would shut this slut up once and for all, protect the sanctity of my marriage, and allow the admiration between Lucky and myself to flourish. The days just before the fight were tense, Tim encouraging me, swearing that I was the better women, and getting into heated discussions with Lucky in the multiple phone calls confirming and reconfirming that we were ‘on’ for Friday night.
“It’s time hon, do us proud” as we step out of our adjoining room into the double suite. Making our entrance in matching robes, my husband Tim gallantly ushers me through an assemblage of panting onlookers. THEY’RE IN THE OTHER SUITE they shout, and my heart beats even faster, the nasty shit did show up! Rounding a corner, we see each other, our eyes shooting daggers. Taking our places on opposite sides of the room, our husbands behind us on the sofas they must stay seated on, Corbin announces that it is ‘disrobing time’.
Thanks to my kinky Timmy, eyes and cameras zoom in as Maureen and I shed our robes to a chorus of oohs, and ahhs, and less fawning feminine remarks. The ladies are more favorably disposed towards Lucky and Tim revealing their ‘interested state’ as their robes come off. Sucking in a breath, and arching, I display my breasts to advantage, certainly better than the pointy teats of my foe. CMON, TURN AROUND, LETS SEE IT ALL our guests being somewhat rowdy and ill mannered in their demands, but in the surreal circumstances, I swirl to their satisfaction. Maureen, true to her pole dancer heritage, is of course swishing lewdly to show off everything.
The inevitable happens as we slowly turn, and we thump. Facing each other, our heads go back as if we were going to peck, but everyone is watching what is happening a little lower. I feel her excited nipple tracing along my breast, indenting it as we swivel, until my delicate white flesh seems to react and swallow the smaller tit. WOW, THAT BOOB WAS GOBBLED UP! No amount of money could equal my pleasure over the scowl on that bitches face, as we continue to pirouette and her ‘gobbled ‘ tit emerged from captivity. In my momentary rapture, I must have stepped a little closer to Lucky then intended, my now engorged nips brushing his chest, as I feel another engorged item brush me. Continuing my turning, I see Maureen’s beady eyes staring with fury as I wriggle my buns along Lucky’s steel rod. Having won this preliminary I smirk at the loser slut.
Huh? Both of my tits are grabbed, strong hands kneading them and pulling me backwards. Lucky was not going to be trifled with or teased, as I feel his shaft poking at my pussy. Gasping in fish faced alarm, I soak up the sight of my husband mimicking his competitor’s actions, although Maureen seems to be guiding the action and enjoying it a whole lot more than I. Stupidly saying “not like this, not in front of” I am shocked to feel his dick slithering right into me. My arguments are waived by my reflexive wriggle back into the cock, which generates a chuckle about the extent of my protest. A couple of nipple tweaks and thrusts later, and I am wobbling back towards my side of the room , shaking my head and trying to fling my hair back, feeling my slick thighs. Senses clearing, I see Maureen disengaging with a coquettish smile, and actually giving my man’s dick a parting tug or two with her twat!
The room is throbbing , my face flushed, heart pounding, as Tim pulls me over to ‘our ‘sofa, me nervously patting his now glistening cock for luck. Corbin gives us no time at all, telling the men to sit down till the fight is over and saying LINDA AND MAUREEN, BEGIN !
(to be continued :Again, Maureen and I desire suggestion and remarks as to the events that will unfold in our fight , and will try to incorporate them into the fray)
