My wife Ellen is a jealous woman. She always has been. I generally try not to aggravate the situation. I have always been a faithful husband, until a recent business trip changed that. While out of town, I spent time with a girl I had known while I was in school. Shirley had been a tomboy, and she was just developing into a voluptuous young woman when I went away to college. Although we had gone out a couple times, nothing really developed, and we lost touch. We met again recently while she was home visiting her mother, and I arranged to have dinner with her while I was visiting near her new home. Of course, Ellen knew nothing about this.
Shirley had been through some rough times since we were kids, and I thought it would be nice to get together and talk about old times. At dinner, I noticed that she was still a proud and sexually attractive woman. After dinner, we went to the hotel lounge for a drink. We danced a while, and she ended up spending the night in my room. Shirley was incredible! Afterward, I did not feel very guilty, but I sure didn't want Ellen to find out.
As I should have guessed, once I got home, Ellen began to sense that I had been less than faithful. She learned Shirley lived near the site of my business meeting and became unreasonably jealous. She constantly accused me of sleeping with Shirley, which I constantly denied. One day a month later, Shirley called me at the house to let me know she was in town. My wife flew into a rage while I was on the phone!
"You tell that white trash slut that if I see her anywhere near you, I'll tear her apart and make her so ugly nobody will want her sleazy ass again!" Of course, Shirley could hear this quite clearly on the other end of the phone, and, being a hot-blooded Italian, she wasn't about to let Ellen talk about her that way.
"You tell that skinny-bitch wife of yours that I'll meet her anywhere, anytime and wring her pencil neck!" Suddenly, I was caught in the middle of a verbal catfight, relaying insulting messages back and forth, even though I knew each could hear what the other said without my help. Neither one would calm down, and each demanded to meet the other in a physical, no- holds-barred contest. I had never known my wife to fight anyone, so I was stunned. I agreed to arrange a meeting between the two on Sunday, two days later, if neither woman backed out. My cousin worked part-time as a custodian for an old gym in town that still had a functional boxing ring. It was closed on Sundays, and I had borrowed his keys before to work out there. It was the perfect setting.
Saturday, I began to question letting the fight proceed. Shirley, at 5'8" and 140 lbs, was larger than my wife, who is 5'6" and 113 lbs. Shirley had been a tough kid, and was still muscular and physical. My wife, a very pretty and petite woman, could get hurt. Shirley had been injured in a car wreck a few years ago, leaving her with a slight weakness and chronic pain in her left arm. Ellen was very strong for her size, in great shape, and she could be as mean as a snake. I was quietly excited about watching the match, and decided not to intervene. I got the keys from my cousin.
Sunday, my wife and I arrived at the gym at 2PM. Shirley was not yet there. We went in through the side door in the alley and waited. Ellen was wearing a teal sweatsuit. Shirley came in as Ellen was stretching and warming up. The animosity between the two girls was so intense you could smell it! Shirley was wearing a sweater and jeans.
"You're mine, bitch!" Shirley said to Ellen. "After I'm through with you, your husband will be mine, too!"
"I'm gonna kick that flabby ass of yours all around the ring!" Ellen said back." I hope you like the taste of canvas and pussy, 'cause you'll be eating both!" I was surprised to hear Ellen talk like that.
The girls stripped down to their bras and panties and stepped into the ring. Ellen was wearing a red 34B support bra with padding and red thong panties. Shirley was wearing a sheer black 37C bra, and her nipples were clearly visible poking almost through the material. She wore black bikini panties and black nylons with garters. She slowly removed the nylons, watching me to see if I noticed. I did. Both women retreated to their corners and waited for me to give a signal. I suddenly remembered something I wanted to get straight before the match began.
"No punching!" I said. I had remembered from our childhood days that Shirley could really pack a punch, and I wanted to give Ellen a fighting chance. I don't think she realized how tough Shirley was. "I won't as long as skinny-bitch doesn't, but if she does...I'm gonna wail on her!" Shirley said. "Don't worry, if I decide to punch you it'll be the last thing you see!" They waited in silence, and I finally said "okay" to start the fight. The fight would continue until one fighter clearly established total domination with a long pin.
The girls came to the center of the ring. At first, neither could gain an advantage. Shirley tried to put Ellen into various holds, but Ellen was quicker and would slip away. It was as though they were feeling each other out, then suddenly Ellen dropped to the floor and, with a sweeping motion of her right leg, she dropped Shirley to the floor and pounced on top of her. Shirley, being the larger and stronger of the two, managed to wrestle Ellen to her side and prepared to get on top when Ellen squeezed her right breast very hard. Shirley cursed and responded by grabbing Ellen's crotch and squeezing it. "Two can play that game!" she said. Ellen then grabbed Shirley's short hair and pulled hard. Shirley grabbed and pulled Ellen's long brown hair. They rose to their feet still clutching each other's hair and, as if by tacit agreement, released their grips and separated.
As they met each other again they locked hands above their heads in a test of strength. Shirley was stronger and forced Ellen to her knees. She then brought a knee up into Ellen's chin, snapping her head back. Ellen became enraged, stood up and punched Shirley very hard in her left breast. I winced, realizing that Ellen had probably made a big mistake. As I looked up, for a moment I saw, frozen in time, two contrasting facial expressions: Shirley, unhurt and with a look of rage on her face, and Ellen, bewildered and frightened by the apparent lack of effect her punch had. This didn't last long, though, as Shirley unleashed three devastating blows of her own. The first was a right jab that landed on Ellen's left jaw and snapped her head to the left. Before she knew what hit her, Shirley smashed a left hook into her right jaw, snapping her head back to the left. She was too stunned to defend herself against the third blow, a right uppercut to the midsection, which caused the air to rush out of her lungs, sending her too her knees gasping for air. What ensued from here is simply a display of female domination more incredible than I could have ever imagined!
Shirley turned to me and said, "She punched me first. I told you what would happen." I nodded my head in silent agreement. Shirley turned to Ellen, who was still dazed from the head blows and gasping for air. She grabbed her by her hair and lifted her head to her crotch, rubbing Ellen's pretty face against her sweaty panties. "Who will be eating whose pussy, now?" Ellen tried to push away from Shirley's thick thighs, but was powerless to do so. Shirley then slapped her face several times with her right hand while holding up by her hair with the left hand - first forehand, then backhand, then forehand, then backhand again. Ellen's cheeks flushed red.
Shirley then put Ellen in a headlock with her right arm, squishing Ellen's face into her large right breast, smothering her. Ellen's arms flailed in panic, but she could not escape. Finally Shirley released her hold. My wife would have collapsed again, but Shirley used her left hand to hold Ellen up by her bra, between the cups. She then punched my wife with one!-two!- three!-four! sharp jabs to the face. "When I'm done with you, you won't be so pretty anymore!", she said to Ellen. My wife collapsed to her knees again, breathless and totally helpless. Shirley could have finished her right here, but she seemed to be enjoying the punishment she was dishing out. She looked down to me and smiled. She then lifted Ellen to her feet by her arm, spun her around and flung her against the ropes. My wife bounced off and came reeling back hard into Shirley, who didn't budge. She slid down along Shirley's curvaceous body and crumpled to the floor. Shirley picked her up and tossed her into the ropes again, like a rag doll. This time, as my wife bounced off and reeled back toward her foe, Shirley lifted her up and slammed her to the mat face down, holding Ellen's left arm behind her back so that her body would receive the full force of the slam." Who's tasting canvas now, skinny-bitch?" Ellen moaned and gasped in semiconscious pain.
Shirley, at Ellen's feet, then walked on Ellen, stepping on her thigh, then butt, then back, and finally grinding her face into the mat with her last step as she approached me. She came through the ropes, off the mat and straddled herself on my lap. She locked her lips onto mine and sent her tongue probing into my mouth. "It won't be long now, lover. I just want to have a little fun first. Then I'm going to claim my prize, right in front of her!" As she lifted herself from my lap, she rubbed her breast to my face. I was hard as a rock as her nipple slipped over my lips.
Shirley climbed back into the ring. Ellen was still dazed, lying on the floor. Shirley sat at her head, and laid Ellen's head on her crotch. As Ellen tried to resist, Shirley clamped down on her with those muscular thighs in a face-first head scissors. I thought the top of Ellen's head would pop off. She was nearly unconscious again. Shirley climbed the top of a corner post and jumped onto Ellen's supine body, landing with her ass across my wife's thighs. Ellen bolted up in excruciating pain. Shirley grabbed her bra again and slapped her across the face six more times. Ellen fell back down. Shirley then lifted her and tossed her into the ropes again. This time, Ellen fell over the bottom rope, straddling her body across it under the middle rope. Shirley walked over, grabbed the corner post, and straddled the middle rope while standing on Ellen. Her left foot was on my wife's shoulders and her right foot on her lower back. She then bobbed up and down, using Ellen's body over the bottom rope as a pogo stick, smashing her chest and belly repeatedly into the floor. When she tired of this, she got off and pulled Ellen's limp body back into the ring against the ropes. "I don't want you to ever forget what I did to you today, and what I am capable of doing to you any time I want!" Shirley told her. I'm not sure Ellen was capable of understanding her by this time.
Shirley then twisted the middle rope over the top rope around Ellen's extended wrists, essentially binding them to the ropes. I had to circle around the ring to see what she was doing. From my new vantage point, I could see her smiling as she tore the bra off my wife, exposing her small, perky breasts.
She turned to me and asked, "You call these breasts? My breasts were more developed when I was 13!" As well as I can remember, she was right. By this time, my horror at seeing my wife so completely dominated was transformed into sexual arousal by watching the way Shirley destroyed her. Shirley was still awesome!
Shirley began by punching Ellen's breasts, flattening them against her chest wall. Shirley would pause between blows to listen to Ellen's feeble cries of pain. It was a slow, deliberate punishment. "How does that feel?", she would occasionally ask. "You want to see some real tits?", she asked. I was excited now, and when Shirley removed her bra I damn near came. She rubbed the bra in Ellen's face before tossing it to me. Man, those C cups had been stretched to the max!
Shirley slapped Ellen's defenseless face with her large breasts, and Ellen's head was tossed back and forth - left, right, left, right, etc. She then slapped her face from below, snapping her head back repeatedly. When she grew tired of this, she pressed Ellen's head to her chest in an awesome breast-smother! Ellen went limp. Shirley released her from the ropes and she slumped to the floor, totally beaten. I thought Shirley would end it here, but she wasn't done with Ellen yet. She dragged Ellen by her hair to the opposite corner post and sat her up against it. "Remember you said my ass was flabby?" She turned around, and drove her shapely butt into Ellen's face, crushing her head against the post. "How flabby does it feel now, you flat-chested snobby wimp?" Again she drove her ass into Ellen's face, this time taking a moment to grind on her. Shirley removed her bikini briefs and did it again, smiling cruelly as Ellen would whimper between thrusts.
Now totally nude, Shirley's body looked even more magnificent. It was painfully (to Ellen) obvious that she worked out regularly. She lifted Ellen by her hair to a standing position, punched her in the stomach and then hurled her into the center of the ring. Ellen slid and rolled on the floor like a rag doll.
Every bone in her body must be aching, I thought. Shirley stood over her triumphantly, taunting her. "Is this all you got? I thought you would put up a better fight in front of your man, I mean MY man now!" With this she turned Ellen onto her back, straddled her and then jumped on her, landing her ass across Ellen's breasts. Ellen could only manage a feeble whimper now, and Shirley bounced up and down with her ass on Ellen's chest over and over, looking for painful expressions on Ellen's face and smiling when she saw one.
Shirley seemed to be getting bored now. She stood up, pulled Ellen to her knees by her hair and said, "I want you to kiss my tits now, and I'd better like the way you do it or I'll hurt you some more." She lifted Ellen's head to her breast. Ellen kissed it, but not good enough.
Shirley backhanded her and said, "You'd better do better than that unless you want more pain!" I watched as my wife was forced to suck, lick and fondle the breast of a woman she despised. It was totally erotic! Next, Shirley turned around and had Ellen kiss and lick her large, shapely ass. Then she went for the final humiliation. " I want you to lick my pussy. You lick it like your life depends on it, because it does!" Ellen cried, begged and tried to shy away. Shirley slapped her and pushed her down. "I was hoping you'd resist me some!". She held Ellen by her shoulders, and tit-slapped her some more.
Shirley propped her against the ropes and punched her face back and forth several times. Ellen wanted to collapse but Shirley held her up. Next she slugged at Ellen's tits. Ellen's face was a picture of pain. Finally, Shirley grabbed a corner stool, sat on it, laid Ellen across her lap and spanked her. She rolled Ellen off her lap to the floor.
Shirley turned to me and said " Your flat-chested skinny wife isn't half the woman I am!" At that point, I couldn't disagree. Shirley laid on top of Ellen's supine body, pinned her arms and rubbed her breasts across Ellen's face.
Ellen was powerless to resist. Shirley then sat forward, placed her nude crotch on Ellen's mouth and nose, and went for a long, slow ride. She rode Ellen's face frontward and backward. All I could think of was " when's it going to be my turn?"
As if she could read my thoughts, Shirley got off Ellen, dragged her by her hair to a corner post and propped her up so she could see what followed. Shirley climbed out of the ring and, totally nude, straddled me as she sat on my lap. I could feel her soft pussy on my hard dick even through my pants. "Hello, Lover", she said as she kissed me long and hard. She rose slightly and pressed her breast against my mouth. It was large, firm, moist and luscious. Her large nipples were erect and succulent. I could have kissed, licked and sucked them all day! I almost cried out as she stood up, removing her breast from my mouth. "Patience, Lover", she said, " there's lots more." She turned around and placed a foot on each chair beside mine as she propped her hands against the ring edge and lifted herself up. Now her curvaceous soft ass was at face level. "
Hey, Skinny, I want you to watch as your husband loves my 'flabby' ass." She backed her butt into my waiting face. I kissed, licked, sucked and fondled her fleshy buttocks. I could smell her scent from here and it was driving me wild! Next, she raised her butt a little higher. Now, looking between her thick, muscular thighs, I could see her large breasts hanging down from her chest. She then lowered her pussy onto my face. I was in heaven! " I think he likes my pussy a whole lot more than yours!" she taunted at my wife. I didn't care. I was beyond control.
"Skinny, I hope you're conscious enough to watch your husband make love to me. I'm going to excite him in ways you could never duplicate. He will never be able to make love to you without fantasizing about me while he does it." She got down and opened my pants and began sucking my hard, throbbing cock. I had never been so aroused in all my life! It was all I could do to keep from cumming then. Finally she got up and lowered her pussy down on my cock. It was ecstasy!
I looked over her shoulder. Ellen was still propped against the corner post, but I don't know if she could comprehend what was happening. Shirley bounced up and down on me, sloshing her large breasts in my face. The excitement heightened until we both exploded in a huge orgasm together.
We kissed long and hard after that. We just sat there after that, fondling, stroking and exploring each other. I had never been so fulfilled. After a while, she got up. "I don't think your skinny bitch wife will get in our way anymore" she said as she looked at Ellen's limp, demolished body and pride. "If she does, I'll have to straighten her out again." Shirley smiled and climbed into the ring. I watched her strong, sexy body move as she walked over to Ellen. She reached down, helped Ellen to her feet and helped her to the Ladies locker room.
