My wife is a winner. She has often been the best at whatever she does. She was a highly successful and decorated athlete in high school and college. She is a very confident woman but not someone who is outwardly cocky. She never struts, never brags, and never lords her success over others. For this reason, she has lots of friends who recognize her status but don’t begrudge her successes. She does have one detractor, but more about that later.
She is the queen bee of our neighborhood. Not only was/is she a gifted athlete but she excels at most anything she competes in, from tennis to bridge. Our neighborhood is full many attractive and top flight women in their own right but my wife stands at the top of the list. They are competitive bunch and have staged tennis tournaments, races, and contests of all types. They have even done physical contests like arm wrestling and push up competitions. My wife has always won. For most of the women in the neighborhood, they kind of accept that Kate will come out on top. There is one wife, however, who has grown to envy my wife’s attention. Carla, a busty brunette, has often been runner up to my blonde wife and over time has really grown weary of finishing second. Carla and her husband, Cliff, even invited us over for dinner one evening and then worked into the evening for the two women to engage in a test of strength that eventually bubbled into a mini-catfight. Carla was really no match for Kate, who had the brunette on her knees in an instant. Not satisfied with defeat, she then proposed a pin contest. The two women would take turns on top of one another to see who hold their pin the longest. After a coin flip, Carla was on top first. Again, Carla was no match for Kate. Kate was able to push the brunette off within 5 seconds. On the other hand, Carla was unable to remove Kate from atop her. Enraged, the busty one took a swing at Kate, who ducked under the punch and then grabbed Carla’s arm and twisted it behind her and forced up against the wall. Cliff and I then interceded to stop the fight. We took that as the cue to go home. To our surprise, a week or so later we received a call from Cliff asking Kate if she would accept a “punch-out” challenge from Carla. Of course, Kate accepted. She loved competitions and this was something she hadn’t done before but was confident given her track against Carla she would prevail.
Cliff had rented a gym boxing ring after hours where the two women would square off. The way this would work is that each wife would take turns punching the other. The object was to see which wife would relent first or get knocked out. Given to two combatants and Kate’s track record I estimated that after the third or fourth exchange, Carla would be on her back. When we showed up for the event, we discovered that Cliff had invited some of the men from the neighborhood to watch. As the two women entered the ring, Carla announced that they should fight topless given the audience. And before Kate could react, the busty brunette had slipped her top off. From our visits to the neighborhood pool and haven seen her in a two piece bathing suit, I knew Carla was bigger up top than Kate but, obviously, seeing her topless for the first time I never realized how big. Her 38Ds were more impressive than I had imagined. For her size she was pretty firm up top. Her brown, quarter sized areola displayed some better than average nipples. The men in the crowd made their appreciation vocal. Kate turned to me as to ask should she follow suit. Carla had a look on her face that suggested she finally found a competition that she best Kate. That was until my blonde wife slipped out of her top. While her 36Cs weren’t as big as Carla’s tits, her firm breasts were accentuated by pink silver dollar areolas and nipples twice as thick as the brunettes. Needless to say, Carla was pissed. She was second fiddle again. The audience reaction confirmed it.
With the preliminaries out of the way, the contest began. Kate won the toss and got to unload the first punch. All punches would be with the right hand and to the face. The two exchanged three rounds of punches and neither woman had given ground. I was a bit surprised that Carla was able to hand thus far with Kate. And then, Kate delivered her fourth shot and Carla gave no ground. What happened next was very unexpected. Carla’s fourth punch forced Kate to give ground. Kate’s fifth had still not dented Carla’s stance. But, Carla’s fifth forced Kate back another step. A sixth ineffective punch from Kate was followed by a shot from the brunette that buckled the blonde’s knees and Kate fell forward grabbing Carla. I had wondered if this was a defensive move by Kate or whether Carla broke her fall. Kate confessed later that she grabbed Carla to prevent her from hitting the canvas. Kate’s head was resting on the brunette’s massive tits, that elicited a sly smile from Carla. Wasting little time, since Kate had no response, she brought her arms straight up, breaking the hold. It now evolved into something beyond the initial confrontation. Carla then connected on a left and then a right to each side of Kate’s head. My blonde wife tried to respond but her weak punch was blocked by Carla, who then delivered another right-left combo to Kate’s head. The busty brunette then connected on perhaps the most devastating punch to that point when she stepped into a blast to Kate’s midsection. My wife’s washboardish abs were no match as she let out a combination “ooof” and a painful grunt sound. The blow doubled her over and set her up for the final shot of the bout, a wicked upper cut that put the blonde down on her back spread eagle. She was not going to get up from that. But, Carla wasting no time, jumped on top of Kate and pinned her hands over head. Under normal conditions, Kate would have been able to dislodge herself from this pin but after the beating she had taken she couldn’t budge the brunette.
Victory was Carla’s but she took it another step. She didn’t just want to win, she wanted to humiliate her blonde opponent. She proceeded to use her 38s as a part of her arsenal and began swatting Kate’s head with her massive breasts. My wife’s head went side to side under the tit assault. And then to add to the humiliation, she smothered Kate with her cavernous cleavage. After about 15 seconds, it was over. Needless to say, I was stunned. Carla had worked over my wife like I never thought anyone could do. I had to confess she was impressive and while I hated watching my wife take a beating like that, I had to give her due. She took my wife apart and it wasn’t even close.
Needless to say, Carla was ecstatic with her victory and paraded around the ring displaying her significant assets for the men in the audience to admire. This night wiped out years of frustration of being second fiddle to Kate. On the ride home, a stunned Kate sat quietly, trying to process what had just happened. This was really something she had rarely, if ever, had to confront. Eventually, I asked if she wanted me to set up a rematch. She looked at me as if I were crazy. She asked me did I not just see another woman take her apart like no one had ever done before. Did I not see the humiliation she suffered?
For weeks, Kate rarely left the house while Carla was basking in the glory of having taken Kate down a notch or two. She loved the attention she was getting. Of course, their skirmish had become the talk of the neighborhood and Carla’s bragging made its way back to Karla. Then out of the blue, she told me to set up a rematch with Carla. She was tired of feeling sorry for herself and she was ready to take on Carla a second time. This was the Kate I knew. So, I touched base with Cliff and we set it up.
More to come!