Part II:
Having already talked over the phone yesterday afternoon while emailing
pictures of eachother back and forth, Sarah and Jen already knew eachothers
back story.
They were both bi, but in committed marriages. Both of their husbands had
brought up the catfight and wrestling subject at some point, only to stir in
their minds for months before getting up the courage to seek out the experience
themselves. Something about the aggression, sexual tension, mixed with years of
pent up desires made both excited and nervous. Well, that's what wine was
for... They both had interests in kink, BDSM and domination. The thought of
wrestling and catfighting to both seemed to be a natural extension of that.
After a couple glasses of wine and some small talk, Sarah said "Should
we...uhm...get changed...?"
Both women has eventually agreed on fishnet bodystockings with black thongs
underneath. Jen wore a blue one, Sarah black.
"Yes..." Jen got up and strutted to the hotel room washroom with her duffel
bag. Sarah found herself starring at Jen's ass as she walked across the hotel
room towards the washroom before she snapped out of it, got up and grabbed her
bag to change as well.
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Jon and Carl, watching from the other room, were already feeling excited
watching their wives talk, subtly almost flirting and being verbally
competitive at the same time... knowing that pinning, hair pulling, and maybe
more were on eachother's minds.
Jen emerged from the washroom in her blue fishnet body suit, black thong
visible underneath, and walked to the center of the room and stood confidently
in front of the bed, hands on hips.
Sarah slowly strutted towards her in her black fishnet bodystockings...her
black thong outlining her shapely figure. Jon was even more excited now by
what he saw... of how amazing the contrast of dark material on her light skin
and curly red hair was on his wife, while her opponent's edgy pixie cut and
full sleeve tattoo was almost softened by her blue, tight fishnets.
Sarah stopped and also put her hands on her hips about a foot away from Jen.
Both women appeared to be admiring eachother's outfit, and were speaking in
lower, hushed tones.
Jon turned up the volume to try and hear what they were saying but it was no
use. It sounded like they were agreeing to rules... buct it also sounded a bit
like trash talk...he wasn't sure.
...then suddenly they both lunged forward, bodies coliding...arms wrapped
around eachother with hands shooting up eachothers back towards their hair. Jen
seemed to have a clear natural advantage in this having such a short cut. She
had both hands deep in Sarah's hair, pulling her head back when both women
toppled and fell on the bed. The straining gasps filling their husbands' ears
in the other room...
"Well, it certain is on!" Carl exclaimed.
"Wow..." was all Jon could say as they both stared intentely at the screen,
watching their wives, bodies locked together, hands pulling eachother's hair,
rolling back and forth on the bed.
The occasional "mmmm, fuck... you fucking bitch..." "...uuuuh...fuck....ooooooh" made their husband's blood pressure really start to rise.
After several minutes of this Sarah appears to submit, with Jen on top of her, hands full of hair and her chest covering Sarah's face. Jen very slowly rises up, arching her back while brushing Sarah's body with her ample, fit 36c chest, in a sexy, catty way that seemed to say "I
got ya hun..."
Sarah, realizing her mistake, puts her hair into a pony tail quickly and sits
kneeling on the bed, legs apart, facing Jen who's now positioned the same.
Another inaudible, hushed conversation appears to be happening between the
women, when Sarah's moves her hands slowly up her own torso towards her 38c
breasts. She starts massaging them while staring straight ahead at Jen, who
quickly mirrors her movements.
Both women apear to be getting themselves aroused, and in some sort of silent
agreement they move forward on their knees towards eachother, locking hands,
pushing their breasts together in a sensual contest. In between their heavy
breathing and straining, each of them occasionally looks backwards.
"I think they've decided the winner is whomever gets the other to the bed's
edge..." Jon says quietly.
After several minutes of this back and forth struggle, Sarah breaks her clasp
of Jen's hands, wraps her arms around her opponent's waist, and begins grinding
her chest into her. Jen responds in kind, squeezing Sarah harder and harder,
their breaths becoming shorter and shorter as they grind against eachother.
"hmm..." Says Jon. "How's the winner determined now?"
Just then, Sarah leverages her weight while squeezing Jen, and lifts herself to
wrap her legs around her opponent's waist, pushing her down backwards onto the
bed, her full breasts momentarily smothering Jen's face.
The wives begin to roll, still squeezing eachother, trying to get on top.
Sarah appears to gain the advantage, nearly getting Jen in a grapevine when Jen
pushes her off. Fingers locked now, legs tangled together, they struggle
against eachother. Sarah seems to have some natural skill with wrestling,
evening out her odds against her slightly stronger opponent. Both women and
breathing much heavier now, their strains nearly orgasmic to their husbands
ears.
"That was a nice move Sarah made!" Carl exclaims, admiring Jon's wife's skills
"...how she wrapped her legs around Jen to take her down...and then she almost
had her pinned! Has she done a lot of this?"
"No, actually this is her first time..." Jon says proudly, smiling at his wife's
prowess as she struggles against her tough but sexy opponent in the next room.
"Did you teach her those moves?" Carl asks.
"No, I wouldn't even know where to begin!" Jon declares.
"So you've... never wrestled?" Carl says.
"No... but it does look like a lot of fun... at least for them!"
"Have you... uhm... ever thought of trying?" Carl says, red faced and looking a little hesitant.
"hmm, yeah... I'd give it a try... did you...uhm.." Jon starts.
"...want to?" Carl finishes. "Now?"
"Sure...let's do it"
