FreeCatFights

"Mine...all mine", that simple phrase alone seemed to light my husband's fire. My husband Joe enjoys it so much that I started using it frequently, teasing him at the end of every message between us. Something playful like:
"Have fun on the business trip dear.  Although your eyes may wander, keep your hands to yourself ;)
Xoxo, Lacey
PS - Remember Joe, You're Mine...All Mine"
As a couple we've always had a passionate sex life.  Perhaps it's being married in our mid 20s, both in our physical and sexual prime.  Going to the gym together has become our favorite foreplay ritual.  Perhaps it's the pheromones that leave us unable to keep our hands off each other.  And then there's the sticky sweaty ravaging he gives me after.....
My husband always jokes that he's sculpted me into a "body built for the bedroom".  I once asked him why he likes my body so strong, to which Joe replied, "to withstand the pounding".  He always made me shiver when he said something so imposing and dominant.
Joe has this magnetic quality to him.  Something about his quiet, confident demeanor that draws gazes. The way he walks upright, his posture, deep voice, the look of a man always in control. Of course, with that comes plenty of female attention.  My favorite game is watching the reactions of women walking by, lowering their sunglasses in a double-take, swooning as they look him up and down, a wry smile while grooming their hair, or raised eyebrows between female friends as they notice him.
Naturally Joe is completely oblivious to all of this. But not his loving, territorial wife. I always make eye contact with these women; with a knowing glance as if to say, "hands off, he's mine". Call it a way to mark my territory. Little did I know how close I was to hitting the mark.
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Amongst our favorite cast of characters at the gym is a bubbly blonde named Heather, who I've befriended... sort of. More like kept her close where I can watch her. Joe calls her the Head Cheerleader because of her enthusiasm as she wears her hair in pigtails on the gym floor. 
Heather is one of those insufferable attention seeking women who dresses way too provocatively for the gym...in a time where gym attire has gotten incredibly revealing.  I've never actually seen Heather lift a weight or use a machine, only making her rounds, prancing for all the admiring men.
There's a sauna in the women's locker room where Heather would wear one of those ripped up t-shirts with ample underboob hanging out and midriff showing. Something right out of a 1980s Van Halen video. While alone with her in the sauna, I caught myself comparing bodies with Heather's, our tanned slick skin dripping with sweat.  Both the same height, long flowing hair, juicy round ass and beautiful double D tits.  I laughed to myself and thought "wouldn't Joe love to see this scene unfolding with his wife Lacey and frenemy Heather".  Again, little did I know....
In fact, we have Heather to thank for our "Mine...all mine" motto.  One day I came out of the women's locker room to find the 'Head Cheerleader' with her hand on my Joe's muscular arm, getting way too cozy and flirty with my husband. I overheard "wow such big strong arms you have, Lacey must love these". 
Heather didn't see me behind her but Joe did.  I pouted in defiance, hands placed on hips and tilted my head to the side, appearing unimpressed while playing up the situation for Joe's entertainment. I looked Heather up and down while shaking my head to his amusement.
Having heard enough, I brushed past Heather's shoulder and grabbed Joe's other arm. I chimed in "yes Lacey is sooooo lucky to have this stud as mine, all mine". The two of us ladies each holding one of his arms as if we were lionesses refusing to share their prey. You could cut the tension with a knife as the three of us shared an awkward laugh. 
Of course Heather was wearing her official gym uniform with underboob and pigtails on full display. "What a slut!",  I thought to myself, as I made a note to wear that for Joe around the house as a surprise. I wasn't the least bit worried that Heather would actually try something.  She had this insatiable appetite for approval from men like Joe, but then again, so did I. Perhaps she was testing my boundaries in a game of "I could have your husband if I wanted to".  In fact, Heather's demeanor didn't change despite being caught in the act; her head held high, hands on hips with an air of sultry arrogance on display. I took this as Heather issuing an unspoken challenge to me. Well challenge accepted Heather.
As we parted, I gave Joe a seducitve wink and whispered to him "mine...all mine" yet again in the sultry voice that Heather used, not fully understanding the effect it had on him. But little did I know.....
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You see.... I'm not a jealous person. I am however very territorial, especially when it comes to my man. And I used the Heather incident as an opportunity to mark my territory. I wasn't going to mention the incident in the car ride home but Joe was uncharacteristically quiet, yet I could see him sweating and sense his heart racing. Perhaps he was replaying it in his mind. I finally broke the silence with "our favorite Cheerleader was wearing that same outfit in the sauna", to which he replied "Oh I didn't notice her attire at all babe", as we both burst out laughing.
Sensing the tension release, I ran my hand up his thigh; not the safest distraction while driving. Joe finally prodded "what was your reaction when you saw Heather coming on to me?". I thought carefully before answering, not wanting to seem jealous, but instead displaying an assertive confidence that drives him wild. "I wanted to pull her hair by the pigtails" I said in the slowest sexiest manner, holding eye contact with him.  Joe abruptly shifted in his seat to readjust his gym shorts from hearing that innocent little response.
Eyeing the bulge in his shorts, I slid my hand over it while seductively saying "Oh you liked that answer, didn't you?", not realizing the bullseye I had just hit in Joe's daydream. "Remind me to tell you about me and Heather in the sauna" I said as I squeezed the outline of his cock in the shorts.  I was torturing my husband at this point by adding "actually I'll tell you that story when my mouth isn't so full".  I tugged at his gym shorts, pulling just the tip of his swollen cock out of the waistline.  I leaned over the seat as he clutched me by the hair, flicking my tongue across the head of his cock as he gasped.  I could feel him trying to push my head all the way down on his cock, but I resisted.  I just love making him wait for more...besides I wasn't done telling him about my time with Heather.
We barely made it out of the car and into the front hallway of our home before Joe's hands were up my tiny little skirt. He lifted my body up like a rag doll and pinned me against the wall. I loved the feeling of being overpowered by this large hulking man.  Pulling my panties aside, he slid his thick hard cock into my waiting wet pussy.  I bit down on his shoulder, tasting sweaty salty skin as I took each one of his deep thrusts.
Joe tossed me over his shoulder with my legs flailing in the air, carrying me to our bedroom.  He literally threw me on the king-sized bed as we animalistically clawed at each other. It makes me so wet when he overpowers me, but I haven't seen this level of intensity from him before. Joe grabbed a handful of my hair which stung with just the right amount of pleasure and pain, tossing me on all fours, spanking me so hard that it left a red handprint on my ass.
My husband clutched the flesh of my hip as he pulled me into his throbbing cock, while the other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, making my back arch. You could hear the audible smacking of flesh as of bodies collided in ecstasy. I came all over his cock three times, each time calling out his name.  Joe was insatiable as if something primal had been triggered inside him. We love dirty talk in the bedroom and I considered myself a quite skilled filthy orator.  But curious enough, what finally made him cum so big that third time was something I withheld until just the right moment. 
"Does Heather know you're mine?  Your cock is all mine Joe". Hardly the filthiest thing I've ever said to him, but did that ever set him off. Joe forced my head down into the bed and let out a deep guttural grunt as he pulled out his cock and exploded his cum all over my back. We both breathed heavily in the ecstasy of giving all of ourselves to each other's bodies, sealing it with a kiss. "Now you've marked your territory too babe" I quipped, as we both collapsed in exhaustion.
As we fell asleep, Joe admitted that was the hottest sex we've ever had, as he was completely drained. "You better refill before my little surprise waiting for you in the morning" I teased.  "Thanks again...Heather" Joe said as we shared a laugh and I playfully punched him.
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The cool breeze of the next morning came through our window as I rolled out of bed.  Joe was still sleeping, so I decided to let him rest before putting him to work again. I noticed Joe's laptop open in his office and decided to check my email.  As I opened my inbox, I was excited to see a note from a college roommate, Mackensie.
And boy do I have some stories about Mackensie.  She was my closest friend through all four years at school.  In fact, we resembled each other so closely that fellow students called us "The Twins".  We weren't sure if that was a reference to our similiarities or to our ample endowments however.  From behind, there was no telling us apart, both statuesque brunettes at about 5'9" with long legs, a tiny frame and curves in all the right places.  One time Mackensie's boyfriend Brandon came up behind us and accidentally smacked my ass instead of hers.  We both gasped as we turned around to find her boyfriend there who apologized profusely. 
Or so I thought it was an accident....you see, Mackensie had this wild side that only few knew. After being friends mere weeks, we found ourselves in Cancun, Mexico on spring break.  Mackensie had met a club promoter on the beach who invited us to his private cabana in the most exclusive nightlife spot in Cancun.  Both of us 'twin' knockouts wore a tiny white tank top, bandana and skimpy daisy dukes that drew attention from men and women alike.  As I walked up to the club, I couldn't help but notice the marquee sign that read "Wet T-Shirt Contest: Grand Prize $5,000".  Mackensie and I immediately locked eyes and I said "don't you even think about it" as Mackensie returned a devilish smile. 
"So this is why we're here, huh Mackensie?" I asked rhetorically while rolling my eyes.  "I might have let that part slip my mind, but five thousand dollars would pay for our trip three times over.  Now watch me strut my stuff on stage and cheer me on Lacey." Mackensie said.  "Wait a minute" I thought to myself, "who said I was playing the role of innocent bystander Kensie?  Unless you're afraid of a little competition"?  Mackensie grabbed my hand and replied "I knew a little vanity would make you fall right into my trap.  Now let's introduce this crowd to 'The Twins' in a show they'll never forget"  Why that manipulative little bitch.............
We walked onto the stage together, holding hands as the crowd went wild.  Mackensie pulled my body into hers, pushing her tits up against mine as the emcee dumped a bucket of water onto our waiting bodies, to the delight of the raucous cheering crowd.  I lost all inhibitions as nothing was left to the imagination, our tight white tank tops clinging to our curvaceous bodies. We both flipped our wet hair back in slow seductive motion. 
The emcee asked the crowd to determine the top three, as we lined up on stage to crown a victor.  Next to us was a spicy hot latina who was absolutely stacked in all the right places.  She might have won on any other night, but it was just her luck that The Twins showed up to outclass her.  "Good luck ladies" she said in the cattiest way as she exited the stage, clearly unhappy with being upstaged.
Now came the moment of truth between the equally endowed final two contestants.  As he raised my hand, the emcee said "is your winner Lacey?" to a deafening roar.  I smirked confidently, satisfied that response would guarantee decisive victory.  "And how about Mackensie" he asked as the crowd cheered loudly, but not quite to the level I had received.  "Well I think we have a winner, the new Spring Break Wet T-Shirt Queen is.......", but the emcee's voice quickly cut out. 
Mackensie now held the microphone......"I wasn't quite done with the competition", as she tore off what was left of her soaked t-shirt, helicoptered it over head and threw it into the delirious crowd.  Mackensie cupped her perfect double D tits together, playfully jumping up and down while they jiggled and shimmered in the neon lights.  The crowd reacted with such fervor that I didn't even have a chance to respond.  The emcee raised her hand and crowned her "Miss Wet T-Shirt Cancun", placing a sash over her shoulder, a crown on her head and presenting her with a large check for five thousand dollars.
"What in the hell just happened" I thought to myself.  I knew Mackensie was manipulative, but this one really hit at my ego.  I put on a big smile and gave her a giant hug, all the while it was eating away at my competitive side.  The crowd clearly wanted Lacey, I had her beaten before that little stunt.  Either way, I claimed it as a silent victory in our little rivalry, despite finishing in second place. 
Mackensie and I left that night with soaking wet hair and five thousand dollars richer. We had agreed to split the prize money no matter who won.  Mackensie tried to joke "don't worry, you'll get 'em next time champ", to which I smiled but silently stewed.   She even wore her crown all night back at the cabana as patrons congratulated her like some sort of conquering wet t-shirt queen.  I overhead her chatting with the handsome club promoter named Brandon, "my friend Lacey over there finished second", as she held up two fingers and gestured in my direction.  That bitch......
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Months went by and Mackensie started long-distance dating Brandon, who would visit campus.  The first time I ever met him was the spanking incident, which was quite the introduction.  That night at our dorm we laughed again over the "spank heard 'round campus", Mackensie asked if that stung when Brandon smacked my behind.  "It definitely did.  I was hoping it was from a cute guy and sure enough it was" I said with a smile to get under Mackensie's skin.  "Why you little bitch" she replied as she jokingly punched my arm.  "Well then you should know he told me privately...'wow your friend Lacey has the most perfect tight ass, no wonder I thought it was yours babe'". 

I blushed as I wondered what devious scheme Mackensie was concocting.  Although we had become quite close over the past year, there was this deep seeded validation that she sought after.  To put it simply, Mackensie had to be number one, the center of attention, whether it was by her own prowess or by subtly digging at others to claim her rightful place.  Replying to her comment on my ass I finally said, "Well you tell me Kensie, you've left your handprint on it quite a few times". 
"Listen, I have a confession to make...I kinda set up  Brandon to spank you, just to see your reaction.  You seemed to like it Lace, and I think we're intimate enough friends that I can ask a favor of you?", Mackensie left her words hanging.  "I'm listening" I replied with serious skepticism, fully prepared to hear any crazy idea she proposed.  "Well it's Brandon's birthday coming up and....."..... I stopped Mackensie right there "No no no...I won't be your play toy in a threesome.  I'm not into it, plus It will ruin our friendship and your relationship".  Mackensie chimed in "Whoa whoa slow down there, I didn't say anything about a threesome Lacey.  Just hear me out". 
I'm certain that is what Mackensie was suggesting but sensed her shift to Plan B.  I heard her out anyway for my own amusement.  "I was thinking we'd surprise him with a little photoshoot, something playful and sexy, but only suggestive.  We wouldn't be hooking up, only wearing lingerie while we pose for the camera.  Think of it like a boudoir-style pictorial".  Hmm I thought to myself.  That was far more innocent that I initially thought and actually could be quite sexy and fun.  I had always wanted to glam it up for the camera, although I always pictured it being me solo. 
"Please... you're my best friend and the only one I feel comfortable asking this of.  Plus you're super hot and Brandon will lose his mind when he sees us in the pictures together".  As I pondered it I asked "and what exactly am I getting out of this, besides a set of pictures I can look back on and remember how hot we were"?  Mackensie laughed and right there she knew I was leaning towards saying yes.  "Oh Lacey, I'll owe you a huge favor.  Pinky swear with me, and you can redeem this favor at any time....you just tell me when Lace".
"Well....there is this sexy dark red corsette with stockings and a garter belt that has been sitting in my closet, with no one to wear it for.  This might be just what the doctor ordered".  "So you'll do it?" Mackensie excitedly asked.  "I will have to buy that same lingerie set, I want us to look like the twins we are".  "Yes Kensie...anything for you".   Little did I know that this little investment would pay dividends years later for my husband Joe.
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After this little daydream reminiscing about our wild party days, I realized Mackensie wanted to reconnect in person.  She was coming into town on a business trip so I naturally invited her to stay with us, as any close friend would. I couldn't wait to hear about the most recent 'Adventures of Mackensie' and what that little slut had been up to lately (or who she'd been under).
Mackensie had sent some old photos, in fact she attached the first picture we ever took together at a party in our dorm freshman year.  Also included was the photo of her being crowned at Spring Break in Cancun, it was the same old Mackensie.  And lastly of course, the hottest picture of the us on all fours from the lingerie photoshoot with a caption from her that read "Rememer this Lace?  How hot were we?".  I chuckled to mysef as I went to save the photos on Joe's laptop.  The folder defaulted to ""Lacey" which made me blush. My husband had kept all kinds of photos of me over the years, neatly organized in chronological order.
As I clicked around, I found pictures of our Hawiian honeymoon.  My most fond memory of our wedded bliss was that we couldn't keep our hands off each other.  I perused further to find these steamy sexy photos we took after too many Rum Tropical Punches at the Tiki Bar.  These completely slipped my mind but thought to myself "damn, do I look hot".  There I was in a skimpy bikini bent over the bed, looking back over my shoulder at the camera.  "I wonder if he jerks off to these when I'm not around" I chuckled. 
As I got to the end of the album, my eyes widened.  There I was on my knees with a sexy little pout, making eye contact for the camera as I looked up at Joe with his cock in my mouth for a nice POV blowjob.  I remember this scene vividly because Joe issued a "no hands allowed" challenge, which I happily accepted.  He promised to delete the more scandalous pics, but he likely couldn't resist this one.  Perhaps it might be time to take new photos for him.....no hands allowed.
As I was about to close out of the folder, the sidebar caught my attention with a folder named "Other" which naturally piqued my curiosity.  Joe keeps meticulous files with important documents, tax returns, etc. However.... I was completely caught off guard by what I saw......

WHAT? WHAT? What did you see?  Awwww, man, you're going to make us wait...

Part 2 (continued)......

There were hundreds of pictures, of which I'm happy to say I was in each one of them.  Curiously, each picture was essentially a split screen, with me on one side wearing a sexy outfit.  Either a sexy elegant black cocktail dress, a skimpy g-string bikini or very risque lace lingerie.  On the other half was another woman wearing an almost identical outfit to me.  You could understand my confusion at finding so many of instances of these photos with all sorts of various women.  I didn't even recognize any of them, were they from his past?  Did he know these women at all?  Again, I didn't think he was having an affair, but apparently, he was quite the daydreamer. 

But what did this all mean?  Was he imagining a threesome in his fantasies in different scenarios?  Then it struck me....just like the Heather-induced foreplay yesterday,  Joe somehow got off on comparing me against other women...or at least I think that's what's going on here.  I scrolled down further to some older pictures and finally recognized a face. 

On the left side of the picture, I was in a skimpy bright yellow bikini I bought on our honeymoon in Hawaii. To the right of me was this sexy local named Leilani, both with hands on our hips, a flower in our hair and shimmering skin covered in baby oil.  The irony is that I remember taking this photo, in fact it was part of a larger group photo but the three other women in between us had been cropped out.  The edited version was simply Leilani and I standing next to each other.  Hmm....

At the resort over drinks one night, we had befriended four other couples also on their honeymoon.  We hit it off so well that all the ladies made plans to go shopping the next day while the five men played golf.  I can remember the specific surf shop where Leilani and I both laid eyes on that sexy yellow bikini.  I think Joe even snapped the group picture of us at the luau the next night, that is....before he edited the picture to his liking for his private collection.

Shaking my head at a glimpse into Joe's inner thoughts, I continued to scroll down only to find other familiar faces from our past.  There was Rebecca, our next door neighbor in the Manhattan highrise building we lived in while dating; both of us in tight red dresses at a New Year's Eve party.  Then there was Alina, his sultry european coworker in a classy business suit, pencil skirt, eyeglasses on and me in a similar costume I wore for Halloween. And even...GASP.....Heather the Head Cheerleader....I knew it!  As a streak of jealousy shot through me, I look at us in our yoga pants and cropped workout top standing side by side for comparison. 

I had no reason to suspect these women of any wrongdoing, it was a mixture of jealousy and intrigue that propelled me to understand more about my husband's fantasies.  But my detective work was only beginning as I continued to click away at his private collection.  I came across other folders with abbreviated names using only initials...."CF", "OW", "LW", etc.  Where these the initials of other women he was seeing or fantasizing about?

I took a deep breath as I dove into this new treasure trove of his spank-bank material.  My eyes widened and I let out "what the hell....." in a sort of relieved expression.  After getting over the intial shock of the visceral contents, I was left with no doubt of my husband's innermost desires.  Turns out "CF" was short for Catfight....which was the central theme of his private collection, consisting of thousands of pictures and videos I estimated. "So that's what my Joe is into" I wondered out loud, immediately realizing he's imagining me taking on the women opposite me in those edited pictures.

I scrolled through to find various scenarios of stunning women clawing at each other.  There were subfolders titled "Blondes versus Brunettes", "Naughty Nurses", "Secretary Showdown" and "Fightin' Foxes".  Curious enough, these photos seemed to be staged photoshoots, not actual physical fights.  The women really played up their facial expressions for the camera.  Glaring at each other in a catty staredown, posed in statuesque confident stances, each one certain of their superiority over their rival.  When locked in combat, they feigned a look of anguish while struggling; their mouths wide open pretending to wince in pain while their hair was tugged.  The "Secretary Showdown' photoset was situated in an office setting, with the two women tearing at pantyhose with one hand while they clutched each other's hair with the other.  Hmm... I wondered if this is what he imagined between me and that European tramp Alina from his office.

In fact, he seemed to be particularly fond of hairpulling, which seemed to be a common theme in his catfight collection.  But then again, who didn't love a little hairpulling? I know I do during sex.  Come to think of it, Joe got so intoxicated when he took me from behind and clutched a handful of my hair. There was something so sexy about him tugging on my locks, manhandling me as he uses my body to his pleasure.  Sometimes he would grab two handfuls, wrapping my hair around his fists like handlebars in total control of me.  Since his hands were no longer on my hips, I had to back into him, fucking myself on his cock with deep thrusts.

But I haven't known my Joe to be particularly into bloodlust or violence.  I was curious to know exactly why this turned him on so much.  Perhaps all handsome men with a healthy ego have a similar fantasy?  Was it that he enjoyed two foxy women competing over him just so long as no one actually got hurt?  The pictures on his computer were more girly-girl catfights that any man might imagine in a dream sequence of a movie, something like a pillow fight at a slumber party. I would have to confront him about this fetish that he'd kept hidden from me.  Perhaps he was ashamed of what I would think?  All the pieces of the puzzle started coming together....so naturally I began plotting to use every bit of this forbidden knowledge to relentlessly tease my loving husband.

As I perused over the thousand of pictures and even videos, I tried to note specific things he might enjoy about this fetish.  I noticed the confident, proud posture of these women as they engaged in a staredown, so close that their ample chests pressed against each other, with hands on their hips, neither giving any ground or backing down in a prelude to their battle.  In the videos, it was the way they emphasized certain words with catty arrogance and air or superiorty, both certain of victory.  In the end one would be left humbled by their rival as the winner taunted the loser.  I imagined his reaction if I could catpure the very essence of his catfight fetish just perfectly. I would have to get creative but that's the fun part....wasn't it?

I clicked on yet another folder, "OW" which was apparently 'oil wrestling' consisting of dozens of slippery oiled up women, tiny white tank tops clung to their bodies, rolling around trying to get a grip on each other.  I though to myself "oh Lacey, now this might be fun to try...but with who?".  My eyes lit up as I came across a video he marked 'Favorite'. I opened it to the title of "Battling Blondes in Oil" with two stacked golden bombshells on their knees in their respective corners of a shiny blue tarp.  They both gave the 'fuck me' eyes to the camera, putting on a show as they poured the hot oil all over their body, tilting their heads back in ecstasy as they rubbed it into their tanned slick skin that shined in the neon lights.  As the bell rang to start their slippery showdown, they slithered over to each other in the most seductive way, grappling to get on top on their opponent. 
This was less of a fight and more erotic performace art as they panted and pouted their way across the tarp. Both taking turns feigning struggle saying "let go of my hair" with a desperate cry. Their skimpy tank tops had no chance of staying intact as each ripped off their opponent's, ending up topless, wearing only a tiny g-string bottom. Finally one of golden blondes mounted the other in a full body pin, tits pressed against tits, arms pinned above her head as the defeated blonde lay squirming underneath the winner.  The victorious blonde refused to let her up, preferring to savor the moment by blowing kisses to the raucous crowd.  "That would definitely be me coming out on top" I purred to myself.

Still searching his archives, I came across "TF", another personal favorite of his apparently. What could TF be?  Oh I should have guessed...Tit Fights.  Actually that might be my specialty given his love for my voluptuous 32 double Ds.  I clicked on an image to find two stunning lingerie models with their hands behind their backs, their busty flesh pressed into each other in heated competition. "Hmmm this one I could easily do for him too" I thought to myself......Maybe I'll hint at this scenario next time Joe and I got hot and heavy in the bedroom.

His tastes went on and on...."Muddy Maidens", "Buxom Boxing Babes" and "Lingerie Wrestling", with the last one reminiscent of the photoshoot with Mackensie for her boyfriend....."Oh wait....Mackensie!" I shouted remembering the spicy favor to be redeemed and her timely business trip. I imagined Mackensie's reaction when I painted the scenario to her.  How instantly would that slut agree to whatever devious scenario I came up with?  In fact I wanted her creative input so we can put on the best show possible for my Joe.  I had to laugh at what a unique fetish my husband had, and I was left in blissful ignorance all these years.  Did I miss all the signs?  Maybe I won't confront him immediately, but instead plan a surprise that will blow his mind...and his load.  Actually....the entire fantasy idea of competing over him with another woman, not just any woman, but my physical equal and sometimes rival Mackensie, was kind of turning me on........
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I had been snooping around Joe's laptop for too long at this point and thought I'd better get back to bed before he got suspicious.  But not before a quick detour to change into a skimpy lace thong, that tiny crop top with the underside of my tits hanging out, all while braiding my hair into tight pigtails.  I snuck back into our bedroom to find Joe still sleeping, so I woke him up in the only way I knew how.  I snuggled up beside him, softly whispering "oh Jooooeeee" into his ear.  "Wake up my Joe, I have a special treat for you" as I rubbed his stiffening cock through his boxer briefs. 

Joe shook the cobwebs out of his eyes, still unaware of what was happening....that is until he felt my warm wet tongue on his balls, moving upwards, licking the entire length of his shaft to the tip.  A big grin came across Joe's face although he had yet to open his eyes.  "Honey, would you mind holding my pigtails while I take your cock all the way down?  And did I mention it's all mine....I can remind you again....it's all mine, not Heather's...only mine".  Joe instantly sprang up hearing those words, taking a deep gasp as his heart raced and he clutched my pigtails, pulling me down. 

Now I had his attention.  As he gazed upon me, firmly grasping him in my hand, smacking his heavy cock on my tongue, I winked and asked "you like my outfit and pigtails baby?" to which he emphatically nodded his head.  "I was wondering if you'd like it after seeing the Head Cheerleader wearing it at the gym.  Can you tell me....who do you think looks better in it?"  Before he could answer, I took my husband deep down my throat, all the way to the base of his cock.  He let out a loud moan as I deepthroated him for as long as I could, feeling his pulsating cock throbbing for me. 

As I came up for air I quipped "Can't decide, can you?  Did I mention Heather and I were all hot and sweaty in the sauna together?" as I slowly stroked his stiff cock in an upward motion.   "You know, Heather and I are just about built the same...I was looking her tanned glistening body up and down.  Have you noticed that Joe?"  Another suck of his cock before he could answer left him speechless.  "I think you might have noticed dear, just call it a hunch.  Don't you think our tits are virtually the same size?" I teased as I slipped his cock between my waiting tits, leaving my tight crop top on so that it squeezed them together, engulfing his cock. 

Joe was beside himself with pleasure and a little curious at this line of questioning.  "Was Lacey onto me?  Did she think I was involved somehow with Heather?" he thought to himself.  I poured some lube down my shirt so that my tits became ultra slippery, his thick cock gliding between them in ecstasy.  "Who do you think has the hotter body between me and Heather, tell me babe", I left the question hanging as I picked up the pace of the titty fucking.  "No...better yet, tell me who has the better tits.  Do you think Heather could take care of your cock like this" as I pushed my tits together, capturing the entirety of his manhood.

"I know babe, Heather and I are equally endowed.....if only we could know whose tits were better in some sort of competition......a tit fight I think it's called?  Would you like that babe? Maybe we'll press them together while you watch?  Oh.....we can grab each other's pigtails like I promised you" I said with a wry smile.  That last visual was enough to send Joe over the edge, as his warm sticky load covered my tits, inside my already sopping wet top.  My husband was so drained that he could only lay there, his eyes closed again, unable to move or form a thought.  "Mmmm, I knew you'd like that one babe" I purred as I finally released his still stiff cock from its restraints.  "And thank you yet again...Heather.  We really owe her one, don't we babe?" 

"What was that" Joe thought to himself in disbelief, still reeling from this morning's ambush.  It's as if Lacey was reading his innermost desires.  If he only knew....
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Later that afternoon, my cell phone rang. "Hello....oh hey Mackensie".  We had so much to catch up on and unbeknownst to her, devious scheming to plot.  After catching up on old times and an update on her romantic life I said "Yes I'm so excited to see you in town next week.  Oh and by the way...." I left the sentence hanging in the balance.  Mackensie finally broke the silence with "Lace, you only draw things out when you're too shy to share something...so spill it!". 

I coyly announced "Well.....I have one extra special coupon to redeem with you Kensie.......if you recall".  "Oh my God, after all these years Lace" she laughed maniacally, "I was starting to think you had forgotten all about it, did those pictures in my email refresh your memory?" she smiled wryly.  "You know I'd never miss out on all the fun.  Count me in Lacey...I'm ready for anything."

"Anything?" I dragged out the word raising my eyebrows, "Are you sure Kenise?  Wait until you hear all the scandalous details I have in mind"  I warned her, purposely withholding the devilish details to pique her interest. "Well....tell me already Lace!" Mackensie pleaded.  "I'll have to show you in person over drinks, trust me we'll have fun with this one sweetie" I replied to her.  "Show me? Or you mean tell me?" Mackensie laughed, dying to know what she was getting herself into.  "Well both really....the visual will help explain but that's all I'll reveal for now honey" I said leaving her curiosity unfulfilled.   

Mackensie sighed in disappointment but finally chimed in "Remember what you said to me all those years ago....'Anything for you Kensie'?  Well ANYTHING...and I mean anything for you Lacey".  Just as I fell into her trap all those years ago, Mackensie had walked right into mine....how lucky was my husband Joe?
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Really detailed and hot build up. Hope that there's a catfight with Heather!

Excellent story great writing. Great rivalry building. Building intensity and gradually escalating perhaps bridging into multiple confrontations and forms of competition to establish the alpha woman...

This story is incredible! I'm squirming as I read in anticipation! The build-up is perfect and extremely sexy! This is right up my alley! I love the scenerio of a wife who will enthusiastically propel herself into fulfilling her husband's fantasy!

I feel like I am "Joe" as I read this hot story. Lacey is amazing. I'm hooked on her! I'm ecstatic for the rest of the story to be posted!

I keep imagining Lacey and McKensie...

I really hope "Lacey and Joe" stories will continue to populate the story sections. I'm reeling just from the first two sections of the build-up.

I agree with other readers about Lacey taking on Heather at least once, but I think Lacey having MacKensie "redeem the coupon" should lead to future sexy combat to both Joe and MacKensie's romantic interests. After all MacKensie craves be the center of attention!

What happens if Kenzie is still the center of attention afterwards?

I guess if that happens, then Dalton will let us know. Lacey is full of inner strength, and won't fail to fight for what is hers! She'll have a grip on any rivals' hair if it calls for that!

Dalton, I think we are beating the table for the continuation of what looks to be a top-tier story!

Part III, sorry for the delay.  I probably should have finished the story before posting in parts
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I greeted Joe at the front door as he got home from work.  I could tell his was still reeling from the fucking, and mind-fucking, I gave him this morning.  He opened the door, smiled at me with his head shaking, apparently still in disbelief.  "Something bothering you babe?" I asked my husband.  "Not at all Lace, although I was never so distracted at work like I was today" he said exasperated. 

You see....I had followed up on this morning's session by sending him a few nasty notes, timed perfectly with his daily meeting.  I only wish I would have seen Joe's face as he opened the messages in the board room.  I better be careful I don't get him fired actually.  "I'm going to need to know more about this picture specfically honey" Joe implored.
He opened his phone to an image of his lovely young wife bent over the bed in the aforementioned sexy red corsette.  "Do you know I almost fell out of my chair when I opened this in the meeting babe?  When was this?  And who exactly is THAT?".  He pointed to the edge of the picture, where clearly it had been cut off.  Next to me on the bed was another perfect round ass bent over doggystyle, accentuating the sexy arch over her lower back; wearing a white frilly lace garter belt with straps attached to sexy stockings and high heels. Her long brunette hair was cascading down her shapely figured as if she had just flipped it back.

"Oh that was just a wild night in college with one of my sorority sisters babe.  It's nothing to worry about, actually I meant to crop her out. I was hoping you noticed me instead."  I 'accidentally' forgot to crop out Mackensie's curvaceous figure and sexy legs.....or did I?  This kind of sensual torturing of my husband was just too much fun. "Oh I see now babe, I would have killed to be that cameraman" Joe said excitedly.  "Who knows, one day you might get your chance" I purred seductively at him. 

Joe was now giving me those eyes.  The eyes he made right before manhandling me.  Apparently he did have something left after this morning's draining session.  I knew I was pressing all the right buttons on him, but the slow burn of this tease was only just beginning.  "Actually speaking of my college years, my best friend and college roommate is visiting town two weeks from now babe.  I made dinner plans with her and I hope you don't mind, but I invited her to your birthday party.  Come look at this picture of me and Mackensie".

I watched his reaction only to see his eyes light up in delight.  I had carefully chosen a picture of me with Mackensie in formal black evening gowns, standing side by side, our arms around each other in embrace.  "Wow you two could be sisters" Joe exclaimed excitedly, his thoughts clearly wandering off to fantasy land.  "Actually in college, everyone called us The Twins.  Can you see why?" I teased.  "I think I met the Twins this morning babe" he smiled. 

"Anyway, I've told Mackensie all about you and what a wonderful husband you are.  She can't wait to meet you.  Now let's get changed for the gym where I'll share more college stories...if you can handle it babe".  But little did he know what awaited him......
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About two weeks later, the night finally came where Mackensie was to arrive in town.  We planned on meeting at this swanky bar inside a fancy steakhouse in town where we were sure to get a lot of attention.  Joe had a weekly poker game with the boys, so we skipped our usual post-gym dinner in lieu of a protein shake.  "You can make one in the blender or I can whip one up for you babe" he insinuated without much subtly.  "Actually, I will take you up on that offer when you get home from your poker game. Maybe I'll search for the red corsette somewhere in that back of my closet" I teased, trying to get him home earlier so I could have his cock again. 

As I watched Joe pull away in his beloved Porsche, I put the finishing touches on my makeup and outfit, choosing a sexy but classy light purple dress that showed off my curves without revealing too much.  Mackensie was always one to be overdressed and I was not about to upstaged by her, especially on my home turf.  Suddenly, a curiousity came over me, more like an itch that needed to be scratched.  Walking into Joe's office, I immediately opened his laptop and navigated my way to his treasure trove of fantasy inspiration.  I clicked through, finding the "Other" folder again but interesting enough, the "last saved date" was as of yesterday.  "Oh new material from my Joe" as I rolled my eyes at how predictable he was.

Sorting by the most recent files, I clicked on a thumbnail only to find....you guessed it....Lovely Lacey standing side by side with his new muse Mackensie.  "Jackpot" I thought, I had him hook, line and sinker. Joe proved to be quite resourceful tracking down her pictures on social media.  In this particular matchup, Kensie and I both wore skimpy g-string bikinis.  There we were kneeling next to each...or edited to be kneeling next to each other....on sandy beaches, tanned sunkissed skin and salty hair blowing in the sea breeze.  Hmm...was Joe imagining us rolling around in the surf over him, wet sand clinging to our bodies under the moonlight?  "What a hot visual, I'm beginning to understand his fetish" I thought to myself.  The question is...who did he imagining winning?  It had better be his dear wife of course.

I wonder how long it took him to fantasize about our subtle rivalry, was it immediately after laying eyes upon my friend's picture?  Perhaps he was imagining his initial encounter with Mackensie, while his bemused wife looked on.  The art of tease was best played as a long game, and I was already planting the seeds in my husband's mind, warning him of her flirtatious tendencies.  "Back in college, Mackensie would always flirt with my dates" I confessed to Joe in one such tease, fluttering my eyelashes while pouting my lower lip to him.  On the flip side, Mackensie would be happy to make their initial encounter a memorable one when I gave her all the sordid details. 

Oh, yeah! Saucy, sexy Kensie will be ready and willing to make this a memorable "encounter!" I love the suspense! Joe is Lacey's home turf, so she will not be outstaged!

It's really hot that Lacey is open to MacKensie giving ideas, and then willing to share in performing an erotic competition for Joe! What a birthday!!!

Excellent character development on the relationship between Joe and Lacey...and background buildup. Dalton has written Lacey so smokin' hot it is going to be interesting to see if he can pull it off with the other women in the story.

Part IV:

When I arrived at the restaurant, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.  I was incredibly pleased with my ensemble tonight, "Dressed to kill Lace...." I thought to myself, turning heads as I made my way over to the crowded bar area.  This particular hot spot was a well-known market for well-dressed men of means and stunning women on the prowl.  There wasn't a single open seat available at the bar, so I decided to wedge my way between three handsome gentlemen in suits, who would of course give up their seat to a lady.  I placed my hand on the shoulder of the tallest man, who turned and smiled warmly to me. 

We had a brief intense moment as we locked eyes, a moment of instant attraction that made me quiver with excitement.  I raised an eyebrow as I gestured towards getting closer to the bar.  Before I could even thank him for allowing my passage, a familiar voice rang out "Lacey!".  I hardly even laid eyes on my old friend before Kensie had her arms around me, squeezing me tight with joyful exuberance.  Mackensie finally took a step back and asked "How are you? So good to see you darling", when I finally got the chance to lay my eyes on her. 

Kensie looked as delicious as ever, in fact she was wearing a very similar dress to mine, only a slightly darker shade of purple.  "I swear she knew somehow and wore that intentionally" I projected.  We didn't exactly plan on wearing nearly identical dresses, but we clearly have similar tastes.   As she approached me for a second embrace, I looked her up and down, marveling at confidently she carried herself, I had almost forgotten. 

Of course not much had changed with her thirst to be the center of attention.  Mackensie had been holding court with the three gentlemen, sharing stories of equal parts truth and fiction.  It was almost certainly the fictional parts that caught their attention.   Almost immediately the tall man pointed out "you two resemble each other so closely, you could be sisters, even twins", to which Kensie and I locked eyes and giggled to ourselves. 

"Actually everyone in college knew us as The Twins, but that is a story for another time" Mackensie teased as she adjusted the top of her dress, cupping her chest as she emphasized the word "twins" to him.  I had forgotten how effortlessly Kensie opened her bag of seductive tricks.  "Our table is ready but you gentlemen have a great night". She grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the swarm of suits in our way, but not before stopping suddenly in front of the tall gentleman.  Mackensie playfully grabbed his tie, adjusting the knot and ask "what was your name again honey?". 

"Paul" the tall man replied, as he took the business card from Kensie's hand being offered to him, clearing displaying his wedding ring.  "Well Paul, looks like you're taken...what a shame, but you have my card" she teased playfully walking away but holding eye contact over her shoulder.  Mackensie was indeed a pro with these sensual tactics.  Paul smiled back and said "a shame indeed", clearly game for flirting and fond of the attention.   

I widened my eyes at Mackensie as if silently asking her "what was that?".  She smirked back innocently and remarked "What?  The single men are no fun.....but the married men....now that is where the challenge lies".  "Oh my god you homewrecker" I joked while lightly slapping her arm away.  We laughed all the way to our table, parading along as if our friendship hadn't missed a beat from all these years apart.  The truth was I loved flirting too, innocent flirting of course, as I'd always been faithful to my Joe.  But I won't lie, the attention of handsome men made me feel alive inside, just the same as Mackensie. "You've still got it Lace" I told myself, replaying the moment with him in my head.

And tonight specifically, Paul or whatever his name was....was mine.  Mine to flirt with from the moment we locked eyes, mine to pry open with enchantment, mine to see if, in another life, we might have dated...or fucked. Of course Mackensie immediately noticed the heat between us instantly springing into action, or at least that's the story I told myself. For all I know, she had set eyes on one of the other two men before dear Lacey showed up.  That stunt she pulled handing Paul her business card was intentional and to remind me of my place. Naturally this got my competitive juices flowing...how convenient for what I was about to share with her over dinner. 

After we sat down at our corner booth, the stiff drinks started to flow; which meant excitement...or trouble, was ahead, possibly both.  "Don't look now but he's staring at me from the bar" Mackensie tried to say subtly.  Not one for subtly, I immediately turned over my shoulder, only to lock eyes with Paul yet again, sending shivers up my spine.  He held his gaze long enough with a knowing glance before turning back to his friends.  "I told you not to make it so obvious" Mackensie chimed in, we both laughed, reverting to our old schoolgirl level of maturity.  As I opened the menu, I hid my smile from her, confident that Paul was looking over at me, not Mackensie, despite what she may claim. 

After an appetizer and two glasses each, we were both feeling frisky from a nice wine buzz.  Not that it took much alcohol for us to be our devious rebellious selves.  Mackensie clamped down on both my wrists "Oh my god, I nearly forgot....tell me.  Tell me everything.  What did you find? What do you have planned? I have been dying to know". Finally she asked...I was wondering when the focus would turn away from Mackensie for a moment.   

"Haha slow down honey. I will start from the beginning and you'll get the entire story."  I debated whether to ease Mackensie into this fantasy world or just blurt it out.  Who was she to judge anyway?  Imagine the fantasies this slut has fulfilled for men in her time, it must be far more novel than Joe's egotistical desires.  "Well.....let me start with a visual", pulling out my phone with visual evidence to explain the situation.  I had saved a dozen or so of the split-screen pictures with myself and the other women in various states of undress off Joe's computer.  Mackensie held the phone and did a double-take as if she didn't understand the implication.

"Actually it would be more fun if you took a guess at where this is going Kensie" I challenged her.  Mackensie laughed as she scrolled through the pictures and said "Lace, I remember your answer to a threesome was clearly no, but is it possible that you're coming around on the idea?  And you're asking me to do the honors with you and hubby?".  "Guess again Kensie, not a threesome but you're in the right ballpark" I replied, drawing out the intrigue in her.

Bewildered by my response, she pondered "Hmm not a threesome, but clearly it's something with his wife and another woman, right? Is he just into watching?  I think that's it but never took you as being into women Lacey.  I've warned you before what you're missing out on, there's no harm in experimenting a little".  I had watched Mackensie make out with other women, usually on a dance floor beyond 3AM somewhere. I never asked whether she took things further, I could only assumed she had.  I smiled back at her, shaking my head slowly side to side, "wrong again Kensie but definitely getting warmer.  No lesbian fantasies in his head that I'm aware of, but.....you could say it is woman on woman". 

Mackensie even more flabbergasted now said, "Now you've lost me Lace, no girls hooking up but 'woman on woman' as you put it....no threesome, so no sharing....I can't quite".....I took the chance to interrupt her train of thought with "definitely NO SHARING", emphasizing the words slowly and succinctly for her.  I enjoyed having this power over Mackensie, with her left in the dark about my intentions. 

"But here, let me spell it out for you". I took my phone back having drawn this out long enough and opened yet another picture.  I smiled devilishly at Mackensie and said "remember, you said anything...anything for you Lacey".  In frustration, she grabbed it the phone from me replying "oh give me that" as she finally laid eyes upon this puzzle she'd be struggling with.
 
"Ohhhh.....wow.....ohhh Lacey, am I seeing this clearly? I'm not sure I underst....".  I leaned over to her, whispering into Kensie's ear..."Catfight" I said in the most seductive way possible, pulling away from her with a wry smile on my face.  Mackensie did another double-take, viewing my phone again and zooming in for a better look.  She sat back, her eyes widened with pleasant surprise...."ohhhhh....woman to woman, no sharing" with a look of revelation on her face.    

Mackensie readjusted in her seat and excitedly giggled "Oh my god Lace, you were right.  This could be so much fun".  The initial photo was situated in an opulent hotel suite where two lingerie clad beauties kneeled opposite each other on a king sized bed.  One blonde, one brunette, their long limbs entwined in a battle for supremacy, clutching at each other's lace garter belts.  The brunette held the advantage with a handful of the blonde's hair, having pulled her head back with an expression of anguish on the blonde's face.  Mackensie scrolled through the entire photoseries comprised of about ten pictures, each time raising an eyebrow and then looking up at me with sheer delight.  "Naturally the brunette won" she exclaimed, reaching the end of the pictorial. 

"I really had no idea where you were going with this but now I can say.....this is a welcomed surprise....what a lucky motherfucker your husband is.  Yes, I'll do it." Mackensie insisted.  Astonished at her bravado, I replied " What do you mean 'yes I'll do it'?  I wasn't asking, you already signed up for it bitch!" to which we both cackled in laughter. Just at that precise moment, the waiter interrupted and asked us about another round of drinks, to which we happily agreed. 

"I'm pretty sure the waiter saw that last picture" Mackensie realized out loud, "He must be wondering what sort of kink we're into" she quipped as we clinked our glasses together in salute, howling with delight.  As I polished off the remaining wine, I felt eyes set upon me from across the room, only to find Paul glaring at me yet again, this time with a brief smile.

"I have so many questions" Mackensie broke my train of thought.  "He didn't share this with you?  You stumbled upon this how?".  The waiter arrived with our third round of drinks and I used this opportunity to slip away to the bathroom.  Maybe it was the trendy scene, my renewed acquaintance....or the alcohol, but I had this incredible feeling of power and self-confidence as I freshened myself up in the mirror.  "Damn, I look hot" I thought to myself, realizing I haven't had this much fun in a while. 

Afterwards, I found myself in a long darkened corridor on my way back to the dining area, lined with patrons waiting for the bathroom.  A familiar face appeared just up ahead; it was Paul making his way along the narrow hallway, stepping back and gesturing that he'd made room for my passing.  Paul didn't, however, leave me much room at all.  I took the opportunity to claim what was indeed mine, maybe just for that night perhaps. 

Mouthing  the words "thank you", I slowly turned my back to him, tilting ever so slightly at the hip and brushing my lithe body against his physically imposing one. My luscious ass made contact with his suit pants, I looked back over my shoulder to make eye contact, sensing the bristles of his beard in my hair as I could feel him breathe me in deeply.  "No Mackensie, he was looking at me" I thought to myself in silent satisfaction. 

"NO SHARING..."
Am I understanding that this is an invitation to fight for a sexual encounter with Joe?

I can't help thinking about Kensie taking advantage of the situation. Fulfilling not only Joe's and what is obviously Lacey's growing fantasy of a catfight, but a way of showing Lacey some girl on girl action. However ever this thing goes it's exceptionally written in every aspect to this point. The setup to what is to come is perfect in length and suspense. Not having any idea just how this goes by making it obvious neither girl has a definitive advantage in anyway yet atleast. Very intriguing and building up in awesome fashion.

All I know is my name is "Joe" tonight when I fall asleep, and when I dream it's gonna be my birthday!

Quote from: adventerer2003 on August 27, 2024, 04:59:45 AM
All I know is my name is "Joe" tonight when I fall asleep, and when I dream it's gonna be my birthday!

That is a fine idea right there!!

The possibilities here are endless and the world building is some of the best I've ever seen in the female fighting world. These characters all feel real.

I'm guessing there's a little tit to tit action in the Lacey/McKensie "fight." I doubt they'll actually fight at first, but McKensie could force it and catch Lacey off guard.

Maybe that leads to Heather and a pigtail pulling fight that turns into more of a pure titfight.

Maybe Lacey gets more adventurous with each one and does some oil and mud wrestling with a longshot possibility of McKensie being brought back around for a sexfight just to get her desire for some woman on woman action while Lacey finally gets her win over her old college roommate.

Part V: (continued)

I sat down back at the table, my face flush red with excitement and grabbed yet another glass of wine.  Over the next half hour, I laid out every scandalous detail of my husband's fetish to Mackensie, from the discovery all the way to some suggestive hints I dropped to Joe.  She sat in amazement, particularly fascinated with my detective skills.  "So what made you even look into his secret stash Lace?" Mackensie implored.  "Actually I have you to thank Kensie, I went to save down those hot pictures of us you sent, and stumbled upon a portal to his innermost desires." 

We both chuckled together as the conversation turned to the fun part, namely how Joe's fantasy was going to play out while she was in town.  Of course I needed her input, Mackensie was all too good at this sort of thing.  "The Twins" brainstormed so many great ideas that I had to jot them down in a list on my phone.  "Go easy on the poor fella Lacey, we'll give him a heart attack if we're not careful" Mackensie suggested. 

"His surprise birthday party is one week from tonight, just the right amount of time to leave his head spinning, before a birthday gift he'll never forget." I said with a wicked grin.  My mind wandered to Joe and the fact that I shouldn't be driving after downing roughly a bottle of wine myself.  I texted him "Babe, come pick me up at the steakhouse...I promise you won't regret the ride".
 
As the waiter brought over the check, I grabbed the bill telling Mackensie it was my treat. In my mind, it was another way of subtly asserting my dominance.  After all, she was a guest on my home turf for the next week.  Before the waiter departed Mackensie interjected "Excuse me sir, can we ask your opinion on something?" I immediately shot her a look, recognizing the mischief in her voice that I've come to know so well.  "Why yes of course ladies, what can I do for you?" asked the waiter, a younger man in his early twenties, handsome in a boyish way. 

"Who do you think looks better in this dress?" she let the question hang in the balance. "Don't be shy....tell us.  You won't hurt our feelings" Mackensie purred at the waiter.  Of course as she asked this very direct question, Mackensie had pushed her elbows together, silhouetting her beautiful tits nearly spilling out of her sexy dress.  For that instant, I was right back in Cancun watching Kensie attempt to upstage me. Stammering for words, the young man was unsure of how to respond....just the reaction Kensie had hoped for.  "Actually don't answer that darling, we're just playing" Mackensie teased him as we stood from the table, grabbing our purses and coats.
 
We walked away howling with laughter again, "Look at him sweating Kensie" I pointed her attention back towards the waiter.  Waving goodbye, both blowing seductive kisses at him, causing quite a scene as he wiped his brow.  "You just gift-wrapped tonight's dream in that young man's mind Kensie, well done", I told her.  "But you didn't give me fair warning.....who looks better in this dress, huh?", I shamed her in a teasing manner.  Mackensie shrugged her shoulders at me, "I thought we'd improvise on the spot, and inspiration suddenly struck me" she smiled.

As we exited the restaurant, I turned my gaze back to the bar area one last time.  Sure enough, I locked eyes with Paul who had noticed us leaving, cementing the validation I had been searching for.  "I bet Paul thinks I look better in this dress" I echoed internally.  The now "Toxic Twins" stumbled outside arm in arm, as best friends do, or was it to stabilize each other's balance?  Sitting there waiting in his convertible Porsche was my loving husband, who waved his hand so we'd notice him.  "Oh is that Joe? That's your husband Lace?" Mackensie couldn't help blurt out with delight.

I climbed into the front seat as Mackensie purposefully leaned her curvaceous body over the passenger side door.  I could feel Joe's eyes widen and a tension in his body, as we both had hands on each other's thighs, another subtle sign of my marked territory.  "She always has those tits on display, doesn't she?" I stewed internally.  "You must be Joe, I've heard soooo much about you dear....most of it tonight" Mackensie slurred her words.  Joe and I locked eyes as he wondered how that conversation went.  "Girl talk honey, nothing to worry about" I reassured him.  If he only knew....

"Well nice meeting you Mackensie, looking forward to getting to know you more" Joe politely responded.  "Oh I bet you are...goodnight to you two lovebirds" Mackensie finally relented.  "Oh Lace...don't sleep in too much, remember tomorrow morning....boxing class at the gym, 10AM sharp".  Those words lingered as I felt Joe take a deep gasp, his thigh tightening at the mere thought .  I smirked at Mackensie's brilliance, she had come up with the boxing class idea over dinner.  And she had delivered that last line with such utter perfection.  "You're on champ" I said as I blew her a kiss goodbye. 

As the Porsche pulled away from the restaurant, I noticed Mackensie climbing into a black Lincoln Navigator, wondering if she had called a taxi, given her current intoxicated state.  The window was rolled down just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the driver's profile.  It was Paul!  That bitch had pulled it off again, despite Kensie clearly being his second choice.  He was married after all, maybe he was strictly giving her a ride home.  "Don't be stupid Lacey, I bet his balls are already resting comfortably on her chin in the driver's seat".

Despite the minor setback to my ego, the groundwork was already being laid....and speaking of laid, "So that's Mackensie huh?" Joe tried to make small conversation. "Shut up Joe!" I cut him off abruptly, "Take your cock out right now....and take the long way home".
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So steamy!

Poor Joe!

MacKensie is super sly and competitive. I bet Lacey is more eager than ever to get something started after her Kensie's stunt with Paul.

Let the games begin!

Great story with a delicious buildup - looking forward to more.

Part VI (continued):

The fresh morning air blew a breeze through our bedroom window, as I gathered myself and fought to recall last night's events.  A smirked crossed my face with fuzzy details emerging, although I do remember quite a bit of mischievous fun.  Overall I was feeling pretty energized, that is until I tried to gather myself by standing, only to be obstructed by a pounding headache.  And speaking of pounding, my first few steps out of bed were wobbly ones, with a soreness lingering on every stride I took.  "Ahhh I must have been such a slut last night for my husband", recalling the raucous animalistic sex that ended with Joe's cock buried deep inside my ass. 

As a couple, we had slowly introduced anal into our adventurous sex life and, as a matter of fact, I've grown to love it.  We reserved the carnal act for once in a while or on special occasions, typically when I've had too much to drink, so I can relax and take all of his thickness.  For me, it's not so much the euphoric feeling of penetration, but the thought of Joe having his way with my body that drove me crazy.  I can only imagine the filthy dirty talk that escapes my memory from last night's session, perhaps Joe would remember?  I bet what finally pushed him over the edge was "Joe, your cock is mine...all mine", which had been my finisher as of late, almost making him cum on command.

"Oh shit the alarm" I cursed to myself, having remembered my rendezvous with Mackensie at this morning's boxing class.  Joe, of course, was already dressed and ready, looking way too eager on his usual off day from the gym.  "Gym on a Saturday dear?  You always take Saturday mornings off to watch college football" I teased my husband.  Joe must be lousy during card games , completely lacking a poker face, he couldn't stop pacing with excitement.  "My team is off this week Lacey, so I thought I'd get some stretching in at the gym...if you don't mind me tagging along" he replied with a wide grin on his face.

"Stretching...yeah stretching alright, stretching his imagination...and his cock" I thought whimsically to myself.  After a quick bite and coffee for breakfast, my headache started to fade, having given myself a pep talk for this morning's boxing session...or should I call it a show?  Opening my closet, I found the tiniest pair of baby blue gym shorts that didn't cover nearly enough flesh, with the lower part of my round ass showing through.  For a top, I had ordered one of those sexy Everlast boxing ripped crop tops...something I saw in one of Joe's videos from the 80's called "Foxy Boxing".  You should have seen his reaction as I pranced into the kitchen, "ready for the gym dear?  I've always wanted to try the boxing class".  Joe froze in place as he took all of me in, not believe the sight in front of him.  "How had she been reading my mind?" he wondered, still dumbstruck at his luck lately. 

Naturally I took the opportunity to torture him again, despite his already excited state of anticipation.  "Hey babe, last night was a little fuzzy for me" I giggled to him, "but can you...um....fill me in" I batted my eyelashes, taking a pause..."on what happened when you picked me up?"  Joe raised both eyebrows with a devious smile.  "Well Lace, I'm not sure what got into you last night" he paused waiting for my response at his double entendre, then continued "it could have been the entire bottle of wine talking".  "You were very agitated, told me to shut up and take my cock out...which I happily obliged.  When you finally came up for air you asked me 'honey, do you like when I get territorial over you?'".  I started laughing to myself having now remembered the line of questioning of my poor husband.

"Well....do you?" I implored, having no memory of what happened next.  Joe replied "I actually love it, you don't do it in a jealous way, that would be a turn off.  But instead, you put on this sultry confidence that I find so irresistible".  "Oh I know just the persona you mean" saying it slowly and seductively to him.  "And then Lace..." he cleared his throat, almost choking with excitement, "then you said....and I quote....'You know if Heather the Head Cheerleader ever laid hands on you, it would be an all-out catfight....you do know that babe, right?". 

He held his chest as if reliving the moment from last night's romp, gathering his breath.  "Look at you Joe...all hot and bothered still from last night.  No wonder I'm having trouble walking this morning.  Now let's get moving, Mackensie is waiting for us at the gym.  We don't want to be late to our sparring session...I mean boxing class" I said with purpose.  "And besides, we don't you so....stiff....all day" I continued the torture, "you need to stretch those legs".

This is torture!  Now, I'm craving Lacey to catfight with Heather!  Maybe Lacey will have enough stamina to compete with both of them in a weeks time!

"Pull her hair, Lacey!"  Maybe Kensie encourages a fight between her best friend and Heather. Maybe she wants a feel of what Lacey can do before having her own catfight with her.

Quote from: adventerer2003 on September 01, 2024, 07:10:38 AM
This is torture!  Now, I'm craving Lacey to catfight with Heather!  Maybe Lacey will have enough stamina to compete with both of them in a weeks time!

"Pull her hair, Lacey!"  Maybe Kensie encourages a fight between her best friend and Heather. Maybe she wants a feel of what Lacey can do before having her own catfight with her.

Have to agree with the torture. Guess that's to be expected with such a well laid out story. I do hope Kenzie gets her turn. Something tells me Kensie's the type who carries around so unsuspecting twists that end up favoring her. Ever how it goes it's quite difficult to wait but good stories take time. Looking forward to more

Part VII (continued):

We arrived at the bustling gym, always crowded with the Saturday morning go-getters. With time to spare before the boxing class began, Joe found a shoulder press machine to kill the anxious moments of impatiently waiting and to expend the built-up nervous energy.  Of course, he had positioned himself in perfect view of the studio classroom...how convenient of a location.  "My Joe....so predictable" I thought to myself, having seen Mackensie just enter the gym. 

The gym floor seemed to suddenly halt activity as all the men seemed to take notice of the new scantily clad gym babe strutting her stuff.  Mackensie wore tight little spandex shorts, showing off her perfectly shaped ass.  We also coordinate our ripped tops to match closely, another devious and brilliant suggestion from her.  After the dramatic gym entrance, Mackensie flirted her way to a free guest pass with the captivated male employees at the front desk, as she showed off her boxing gloves for them.  She parted the front desk with a flirtaitous wink saying "thanks for taking care of me" in the most seductive way.  Did everything with her have to be sexual innuendo? 

Mackensie then made her way over to the boxing studio, having waved to me from across the gym floor.  But not before she noticed Joe, taking a detour to say hello to him, who happily greeted her.  Being the assertive type, Kensie hugged him tight, holding on just a tad bit too long, and then smooched my husband on the cheek.  Hardly the greeting one might expect after only meeting Joe once outside the restaurant for a few minutes.  I understood why Mackensie was trying to flirt with him, but I won't lie, it definitely triggered a primal jealous inside me, getting my competitive juices flowing. 

"Have a good class" Joe said too eagerly with excitement.  Mackensie bid him farewell, but stopped to look over her should at my husband again, giving Joe a wink and a wave.  Walking into the boxing studio she said "Ready for the show?" with a hint of a smile, knowing I was watching her flirt with my husband.  "Looks like the show already started when you walked into the gym Kensie.  But let's make it a good one Champ" I called her sarcastically.

The class kicked off with a few short laps around the studio to get a little sweat going.  Joe was immediately attached to the window, watching our big tits bounce up and down in our tiny tops as we jogged.  After the warmup, it was time to stretch our lithe bodies to loosen up our limbs.  Naturally I suggested Mackensie and I locate near the back of the studio, so Joe could get a good look at our perfectly round asses bent over in a deep stretch.  By this time, our bodies shined with a slick sweat as Mackensie and I took turns punching the heavy bag.  We took turns waving at Joe, clearly trying to hide his boner and pretend he was working out.

When it was time to shadow box with a fellow classmate, Mackensie and I quickly paired up as sparring partners.  We shadowed boxed, squaring off with each but not making contact.  Mackensie decided to have fun with it, knowing Joe was watching.  She feigned one of my punches landing and pretended that I knocked her down.  My husband's eyes nearly popped out of his head, forgetting  the charade of working out for a moment before catching himself.
 
About forty minutes into the boxing session, we approached exhaustion with our hair a drenched mess. When the class finally ended, Mackensie and I wrapped towels around our neck like two championship fighters that had just gone ten rounds.  Our plunging v-neck tops were soaked as our cleavage glistened in the hot lights.  It almost looked as if we had oiled our bodies up.  Actually we had.....my idea this time.

As planned, we hung around after class, waving on Joe to come join us in the boxing studio. Not that it took much convincing....."Mind taking some fun pictures for us babe?" handing Joe my phone, "Oh I'm sure you don't mind one bit" I teased while the three of us laughed. With the camera pointed at us, Mackensie and I immediately snapped into character, facing off with each other as if the referee were reading us the rules before the fight.  Our hands on hips, a prideful staredown of confidence.  In my mind, I was actually trying to intimidate Mackensie, I'm not sure if she comprehended how serious I was.  But after a while, our posed staredown became a giggling contest, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

On the other hand, Joe was instructing us as if he was professional veteran photographer, enjoying this a little too much, unable to believe his "luck".  If he only knew.... Mackensie and I squared off again for my photos, this time with our gloves up and a look of intensity on our faces.  Joe asked us to both hold our left arms extended in a jab, nearly making contact with each other's chests.  I feigned getting hit with a left hook from Mackensie, throwing my wet hair back, my mouth open and head turned as if I just took a punch.  Mackensie returned the favor after I pretended to counter punch, of course she over-dramatized it with the high-pitched shrieking and cries. 

At the end, we raised each other's arms to signal the end of our match, minus the bumps and bruises.  It was actually a lot of fun for The Twins, but not as much fun as Joe was having.  He was snapping pictures in rapid fire succession, as if he was afraid this sexy content would be lost forever.  If he only knew what was ahead for him.....

Sometimes Joe isn't nearly as slick as he thinks he is.  My husband handed my phone back, catching his breath in the process; I swear there was smoke coming out of his ears.  Naturally, Mackensie and I immediately poured over the hot photoshoot to find a handful of the best ones to post on social media.  We had trouble narrowing it down, so Mackensie suggested Joe helping us when we got home.  Checking my phone again, I noticed a large email in my outbox....sent to Joe of course....consisting of all 69 boxing pictures.  Apparently he couldn't wait to file these away in his collection.

Mackensie took the opportunity to improvise again...."Hey Lace, I was wondering, since I clearly won our mock boxing match, who do you think would win a real foxy boxing match?" Kensie seductively used that word "foxy" on purpose, with us having stumbled upon an entire folder "FB" in his archives. "Excuse me.....bitch, but how exactly did you win a posed boxing match?" I protested in a playful manner.  "Well let's ask Joe....honey, who do you think would win a real foxy boxing match?" I fluttered my eyes at him.  Beside himself at this point, my husband was unable to mount a response. 

"Clearly Lacey would win" a distant voice projected from the entrance of the boxing studio.  Mackensie turned to find a stacked blonde saunter over to our little threesome, her blonde hair in pigtails and her tits escaping the bottom of a tiny crop top. "And just who might you be....honey?" Mackensie implored with her chin raised, looking the tanned blonde up and down, unimpressed.  "Heather...and just who are you....sweetheart?" Heather returned the catty reply.  "Sweetheart" was anything but a term of endearment in this case, said in the most condescending way.  Joe and I turned to look at each, our eyes widened as if to say "oh now this is entertaining". 

There are certain personalities who should absolutely never be in proximity to each other, particularly when it comes to beautiful women.  There isn't enough oxygen in the room to quench their thirst for attention.  No two women I could think captured that point as well as Mackensie and Heather, destined to be enemies from the instant they laid eyes on each other.  Kensie walked confidently over to Heather, standing uncomfortably close, their heavy tits nearly colliding..."This must be the one you were telling me about Lace" Mackensie announced, looking Heather up and down as she circled around Heather, inspecting her like a piece of meat. I didn't exactly appreciate Mackensie inferring that I was talking behind Heather's back, but I can see that Joe was enjoying the unfolding tension. "I can tell you for certain who would finish a distant third" Mackensie retorted, smirking with satisfaction at her clever reply. 

I had to laugh to myself at this unplanned intervention from the Head Cheerleader.  "Wow, is Heather in on this plot too?" I thought silently to myself, "I didn't even coach her up but she's just a natural with the cattiness".  With the awkward silence hanging in the air, I stepped between the two tigresses, breaking the tension with "Heather, this is Mackensie. An old friend of mine in town.  We were just on our way home", as I pulled Kensie by the wrist to leave.  Joe tagged along like a lost puppy dog, clearly feeling robbed of the confrontational scene unfolding in front of his eyes. "Maybe I'll see you at the next boxing class...Heather", Mackensie got one more jab in as we left.
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All the pent-up aggression boiled over when Joe and I got home.  I immediately ran the water in the shower, seeking out my husband in the kitchen wearing only a towel.  "Join me?" I asked wagging my finger in a come-hither motion, walking ahead of Joe so that he had to chase me to the bathroom.  Joe entered to find a steamy shower door with the imprint of my ass pressed against it.  Feeling him slide in behind me, I let the warm water cascade over my body, hands in my hair with my back arched.  Joe grabbed my tits from behind and pulled me into him, kissing my neck.

"Wow what a tense moment at the gym" I turned to face him, raising my eyebrows, "I thought the girls might actually fight." turning my back on him again. Just the suggestion of a catfight between Heather and Mackensie instantly made him rock hard. I could feel his heavy cock tapping against my ass, yearning to be inside me.  Joe had no intention of easing his way inside this time, as he forcefully thrusts himself deep into my wet pussy. 

Playing coy, as if I didn't know about my husband's fetish, I continued "Now that's a heavyweight fight I'd like to see, would you want to watch that babe?".  The pounding came harder and faster with that question, our flesh audibly smacking against each other.  My body shivered as I came so good on his cock, the sensation of euphoria washing over me. "Maybe I'll invite them over babe, we can watch them fight, would you like that?" I finally told him, dropping to my knees and stroking his cock until he covered my tits in cum.

Oh wow. That was an incredible chapter. Please do not keep us waiting too long. This is great!

Quote from: bobf on September 03, 2024, 07:15:14 PM
Oh wow. That was an incredible chapter. Please do not keep us waiting too long. This is great!

Thanks, will certainly try get through the next chapter asap.  I've actually been inserting pictures to help the visual and may repost the entire story when finished.  Just have to play around with inserting the JPEGs (going to test it here below). 

Thanks again

Got to keep this one going. I want one of the "bad" girls to win at least one with Lacey so bad. I'm sorry Heather and Kensie are freaking hot with the trash talk. I know for sure the pics are awesome on top of the great set up for whatever unfolds. Kensie vs Lacey id pick Kensie. in a poll.  In a Heather and Kensie poll I'd pick Heather. I don't know why but the use of Heather is expertly used so far. Please by all means don't let me hold you up. Best story I've read in a while.

Quote from: snw on September 04, 2024, 07:00:04 AM
Got to keep this one going. I want one of the "bad" girls to win at least one with Lacey so bad. I'm sorry Heather and Kensie are freaking hot with the trash talk. I know for sure the pics are awesome on top of the great set up for whatever unfolds. Kensie vs Lacey id pick Kensie. in a poll.  In a Heather and Kensie poll I'd pick Heather. I don't know why but the use of Heather is expertly used so far. Please by all means don't let me hold you up. Best story I've read in a while.

Thank you working on the next installment. Hopefully won't keep you waiting too long

You are an expert at doing sexy build-ups!  Really hot chapter!

It's funny, the previous post was the one where I felt like the buildup had stalled and the action needed to start really soon, but this last one was so good that I could wait a few more now.

Quote from: HumanPerson on September 05, 2024, 05:01:28 AM
It's funny, the previous post was the one where I felt like the buildup had stalled and the action needed to start really soon, but this last one was so good that I could wait a few more now.

Hah, sorry for such a long build up.  I originally started the story with someone reading it as erotic audio, and perhaps that format works better with the build up.

Part VIII (continued):

Later that afternoon, I invited Mackensie over to tour our home before a shopping trip for our "uniforms" as we called it.  Of course I didn't give Joe any advance warning, preferring to catch him off guard with more surprises.  "Expecting company?" Joe asked hearing a knock outside.  My husband swung the front door open to find Mackensie looking as hot as ever in a tiny sundress.  "Well aren't you going to invite me in?" Mackensie implored, giving him a wink as Joe stood there dumbfounded.  Naturally, I had to match Mackensie's outfit with a sexy sundress of my own, not to be outdone in my own home in front of my dear husband.

Mackensie slithered passed him, sliding a hand across his chest, as she made her way into the kitchen to greet me.  After a big hug, Kensie whispered in my ear intentionally for Joe to see.  We both giggled, "Oh honey, I forget to mention we are going to the mall to do what we do best....shopping.  I hope that's ok" I said with the poutiest little expression, batting my eyelashes at him. "Anything for you dear" Joe quickly agreed, imagining the visual of our shopping trip.

"What a lovely home you have" Mackensie exclaimed wandering around the expanse of the open concept kitchen into the living room with a vaulted ceiling.  "Come on, let me show you around" I grabbed her wrist as we headed towards the backyard patio.  I proudly showed off the new pergola and kitchenette we had built next to our infinity pool.  "Wow, all this luxury and a stud for a husband?  Lacey, you really hit the lottery" Mackensie purred at us.  Joe couldn't hide the giddy smile on his face, but quickly caught his composure in an attempt to change the subject.

"So Mackensie....things got pretty intense today at the gym" he suggested, moving on to this favorite topic.  Mackensie and I made eyes at each other, raising our eyebrows.  "Oh that little confrontation with what's her name?  She's a clearly a pretender.  I knew a girl just like her in college.  Lace, do you remember that sorority girl Carolina in Alpha Phi?" Mackensie steered the topic.  I was unsure of where this story was going, but Kensie was certainly an expert in improvisation.  "Actually I do remember her, the tall curvaceous brunette?  Easily the hottest girl in her sorority.", without an inkling of who this woman was.

"That's the one Lace.  Do you remember the charity fundraiser both of our sororities participated in?" Mackensie asked, winking at me as if to play along.  "Sure I do....but remind me of the details" I replied sarcastically, fascinated with what fairy tale she'd come up.  "Well Joe" she said slowly, touching his arm "Lacey and I had the bright idea of a charity mud wrestling event between rival sororities".  I immediately spit out a gulp of the cocktail I had just sipped, partially from shock, partially from being impressed with Mackensie's imagination.

You see....I do recall the fundraising event.  I remember it fondly because I won first prize....in the annual campus bake sale for charity.  The event was hardly the picture Kensie painted in Joe's head of scantily clad co-ed babes rolling around in a mud pit.  In fact, I had raised the most money with a chocolate pudding cake I baked.  Actually that might have made a better substance for wrestling, plus this story would have had some semblance of truth to it.  Still, mission accomplished by Mackensie.

"Actually I do remember that event Kensie. Didn't you and Carolina wrestle in the main event in front of hundreds of rowdy fraternity boys?" I added, going along with her tall tale.  We laughed while Joe's eyes lit up, eager to her more in excruciating detail.  "The crowd demanded that the two hottest girls in each sorority take each other on, to decide which house was superior" Mackense said confidently.  I furrowed my brow a bit at that subtle dig, knowing full well that I was as hot, if not hotter than my friend here.  But I went along with it for the sake of the story, trying to be a good soldier. 

Joe sat on the edge of his seat demanding to hear more, and I didn't have the heart to tell him it was fictitious.  "There we were on our knees in the mud pit diagonally from each other before the wrestling match started.  Carolina tried taunting me by slinging mud in my direction, but I ignored her and played to the crowd instead by lathering up my body with the mud."  I rolled my eyes at the level of detail...and deceit, but had to admit I was impressed by Mackensie's creativity.  "Ready to be pinned down in front of the entire university?" Carolina cattily asked her.  "How humiliating it will be to beg for mercy" Mackensie returned with her own venomous remark.

"The referee then quieted down the crowd....in this corner, from Alpha Phi...she's a spicy little pepper...the Carolina Reaper" Mackensie relived the moment, sort of.  I rolled my eyes yet again but chimed in, "Oh yes I remember, and in this corner, from Chi Omega.....Marvellous Muddy Mackensie" I mocked her recollection.  The referee then signaled the start of the showdown with his whistle.  The crowd went ballistic as these two heavenly bodies collided, initially grabbing each other's arms as they struggled to gain control of their opponent. 

"Carolina forcefully pulled me down with her into the mud.  We went rolling back and forth, with each of us mounting the other at least three times." Mackensie claimed, having watched that sequence in one of the videos I shared with her.  "Eventually, I ended up flat on my stomach, lying there helplessly with Carolina sitting on my back.  She tugged at my hair so hard, grabbing a fistful" Mackensie continued, demonstrating by grabbing her own hair and holding her head as if it was yanked backwards.  Joe gave an audible "Ohhh" as she gripped her own locks, hairpulling was one of his favorites after all. 

"Oh yes, I remember the look on your face when you tapped out Kensie" I chimed in with a sly smile, insinuating how much I enjoyed the idea of Mackensie losing for once.  "You do Lace?" Mackensie said not quite amused that I had interrupted her story.  "Then I remember Carolina taunting you Kensie, saying she thought you'd put up more of a fight" I added. Mackensie regained control of the storytelling,  "Well Joe, even though Carolina took the first round, with cheap tactics I might add, I got so upset that I vowed revenge. In fact, I won the second round in exactly ten seconds, tossing her down into the mud and sitting on her chest so that she couldn't move.  The referee counted to five, although I stayed on top of Carolina for nearly a full minute" Mackensie said animatedly, again having seen the tactic in one of the videos.  "Not so hot now, are you sweetheart?" Mackensie taunted her in return.

"And the final round" Joe asked eagerly.  I took the opportunity to jump in again, "By the third round, the girls were nearly indistinguishable in all that mud.  I couldn't tell which body to cheer for".  The two combatants were exhausted and breathing heavily before the start of the decisive third round.  "I went over to Mackensie's corner and toweled off her face, then I told her she can't let the sorority down" I helped with the details.  As the third round began, the battle had taken its toll on the very skimpy tops each wrestler was wearing, not that they had much structural integrity in the first place. 

"Carolina reached for my tank top, pulling it apart and stretching it until it tore.  I can recall how much the crowd enjoyed that part." Mackensie remarked amused with herself.  "Why is it always about tits with Mackensie" I silently stewed to myself.  "Then she used my top to pull me down, while she rolled on top, straddling me" Mackensie continued, making it sound more like a sex position.  "But I fought back valiantly, by clutching her shirt and tearing it apart until her tits were as free as mine." she said as if she were some conquering war hero. 

"I guess you could say it was topless mud wrestling, isn't that your new favorite sport Joe?" she said giggling.  I rolled my eyes again, seeing Joe completely fixated on this fable.  "We rolled around some more, body to body, struggling for control.  In the end, I mounted Carolina, trapping her beneath me as she squirmed to break free.  I eventually made her submit by smothering her face with my tits" Mackensie concluded in a way that only she could.  "And that is the story of how Chi Omega gained it's reputation for having only the hottest sorority girls on campus, all thanks to you Kensie" I said gleefully.  "Oh...I also started dating Carolina's boyfriend right afterwards.  As if defeating her in front of the entire campus wasn't enough" Mackensie deviously stated.  "Ugh...you homewrecker" I thought inwardly for the second time in a matter of days.

After the poolside fun and storytime had concluded, I took Mackensie up the spiral staircase to the upstairs level.  Entering the large master bedroom, Mackensie couldn't help herself but blurt out "so this is where it's all going down?", not realizing my husband had silently followed us up the stairs, likely gawking at our perfectly plump asses.  "Where what's going down?" Joe asked with intrigue.  Mackensie and I made eyes at each other as I playfully slapped her arm for almost giving away our plan.

"Nothing dear...now let's go to the kitchen for coffee....we need help picking out photos from today's shoot" I said, as part of our plan unfolded.  "I already have a few favorites set aside" Joe proudly said, having given away too much.  "Oh you do?" Mackensie playfully shook her head at him, "would one of the favorite pics be me raising my arm in victory?". She was meticulously executing our script as I pretended to grow frustrated with her insinuation of triumph. "For the second time Kensie, you can't win a staged boxing match, with only photos no less". 

"Actually there is one pic of you two with Heather in the background, as she's walking into the boxing studio", Joe said, unable to help himself bringing the blonde up.  "Oh...Heather" Mackensie rolled her eyes, "I would easily take her down.  If anyone deserve to be knocked out, it's Blondie".  "Oh stop Kensie" I intervened, "you're strong but not strong enough to knock out Heather. On the other hand, I would make quick work of her".  Joe's eyes darted quickly back and forth between us as the debate raged, unsure if he had drifted into some other parallel universe as the world's luckiest man. 

Now completely flabbergasted, Mackensie breathed in, "Lacey....sweetheart, we both know you're not as strong as me.  You're just exaggerating in front of your husband".  I laughed and replied "Mackensie....darling, if you think you're so strong, why don't we arm wrestle right here and now to settle this?".  My thoughts flashed back to dinner at the steakhouse, where Mackensie had suggested a test of strength.  Without a word of response, Mackensie pranced her way over to the kitchen island, bent over seductively at the hip, placing her elbow down on the table as an invitation for me to join her. 

Joe turned to look at me, anxious to see my response to this brazen challenge from Mackensie.  Also without response, I walked over to the kitchen island to meet her, interlocking the fingers of my right hand with her's.  We focused intense gazes at each other in a staredown, neither blinking or batting an eye at her opponent.  Of course, we had drunkenly rehearsed this charade over dinner, not having gone through with the actual contest, only the sexy build up.  Mackensie and I never discussed the actual competition, perhaps neither wanting to admit defeat.

Joe walked over for a better view after the initial shock wore off.  "May the best woman win" I finally broke the silence, having stolen the line from one of Joe's catfight videos. Mackensie and I sprung into action, clenching our grips for supremacy as we struggled to a stalemate initially.  Both of us played up the panting and pouting, letting Joe know how badly each of us wanted to taste victory.  Leaning my body for leverage, I was able to gain a slight advantage, budging Mackensie's hand merely inches from being pinned. 
Her pride and competitive nature kicked in, squeezing my hand tight and making up the ground she had lost.  Locked in yet another stalemate, my arm burned with an intense fire as my stamina began to fade.  Sensing the advantage, Mackensie reached for whatever strength she had left in her gas tank, slowly budging me to the brink of defeat.  I managed to hold off her onslaught momentarily....that is until I succumbed to the mounting pressure of panic.  Mackensie emphatically slammed my hand down, like a final bell sounding in dramatic victory.

Naturally Mackensie celebrated with a little dance around the kitchen, swaying her hips side to side, holding her arms overhead in victory.  She taunted me in front of my husband, "who's the better woman now Lacey?" looking directly at Joe, which really got my blood boiling.  This was supposed to be staged and for fun, but of course our competitive nature had gotten the best of us.  "Perhaps you've forgotten Mackensie...but your old friend Lacey.... is left handed" I replied, placing my left elbow on the countertop for an immediate rematch. 

If there's one weakness Kensie has, it's her ego.  That immeasurably large ego had gotten her into trouble before, with no end in sight.  Without hesitation, Mackensie returned to the kitchen island, "Right arm....left arm....it doesn't matter when I'm simply stronger than you Lace", teasing me playfully.  "Whenever you're ready Kensie, unless you're afraid you can't win again" I said mocking her in a serious tone, not at all amused at being defeated and taunted by her in my own home...in front of my own husband.  Joe gave the signal to start the rematch, but this time I got a quick jump on my rival. Although she gave token resistance, the entire altercation lasted roughly five seconds, with me slowly overpowering Mackensie in a steady yet forceful fashion.  The panic I had felt merely moments ago was now in her eyes, unable to stem the tide of defeat.  I stared directly at her, savoring my moment of dominance over her.

"Well....looks like I'm the better woman now Kensie", having snapped back from my intensely competitive temporary insanity.  "I don't know about that Lace, seems we are just about equally matched" Mackensie countered.  "Despite me winning so easily just now? I seem to recall a spirited battle with your strong arm Kensie" I retorted. We both shared an awkward laugh, shaking out our arms that still burned with exhaustion, satisfied with our draw....for now.

"Ok...who is ready for the decisive third round?" Joe posed the question lingering in the air.  "Oh shut the fuck up Joe....we need to get shopping before the mall closes".

Ugh, I'm with Joe on this one. Round 3 please. I like Kenzie, A lot!!

this is one of the best in this site in a very long time.

a three-way catfight is inevitable. can already imagine Heather, Kensie and Lacey having a hand in one another's hair. likely in matching outfits and pigtails.

I am dying to read the account of two of these sexy ladies getting into a catty wrestling match, or maybe a tit fight!  By now, I have imagined a mix of competitions... Lacey vs. Kensie, Kensie vs. Heather, and Lacey vs. Heather!  Of course, like Joe, I have a menu of hot competitions that I would like to see these ladies perform!

Dalton, your story is fantastic!  The suspense has been torturing me, though.  My impatience has led to me writing another story.  My story picks up after the wrestling matches at the swingers' club, while on vacation. Anyone can find the story in the "Wrestling" story section.  It's titled, "Swinger Club Vacation."  The new story will be posted here in the "Catfighting" story section.  I have most of it written, and am working on it, now! 

Now to Dalton: I'm dying for Lacey to get wild in a show for Joe!

Part IX (Continued):

Mackensie and I endured an awkward silence on our drive over to the mall.  Perhaps she was daydreaming the same as I was, both of us savoring the unexpected thrill from the heat of competition, especially from such an equally matched rival.  "Where should we start" I finally broke the silence, "department store, shoes.....lingerie?" I asked raising my eyebrows.  Mackenise immediately perked up, shopping being our shared guilty pleasure.  "Nothing like a little retail therapy Lace....or in this case, retail fantasy?" she responded.  The Twins shared a laugh, our friendly demeanor restored, having broken the icy tension between us.

"Cocktail dresses, let's start there.  Something elegant yet sexy for his surprise birthday party" Mackensie suggested.  In our brainstorming session over dinner, Kensie and I agreed that Joe's upcoming birthday was the perfect opportunity to make his fantasy a reality.  Being his dear wife, I would take Joe to a ritzy downtown hotspot for a romantic dinner.  Since we'd be in Manhattan, I'd suggest us spending the night at our penthouse apartment, for some steamy birthday surprises.  If he only knew.....

Mackensie and I continued to strut our way through the mall, running the gauntlet of gawking male admirers, their jealous wives looking us up and down.  Mackensie relished turning heads, making eye contact with anyone staring too long.  It was her way of acknowledging the uptight outclassed women in particular, her way of saying "I'm hotter than you honey" through body language alone.  Kensie returned a smirk at the upstaged wives in the most condescending way.  "This is my favorite boutique shop, we'll find just the right uniform here...I mean dress" I corrected myself.

Immediately Mackensie and I were drawn to a simple yet sexy black cocktail dress, one that would frame our figures perfectly.  The classic simplicity of the design would be perfect for a romantic evening on the town with my Joe.  Of course, our devious planned called for Mackensie to appear at the surprise afterparty in our penthouse apartment wearing the same exact dress.  I could imagine Joe's reaction when he saw us side by side, a full-on comparison in the flesh to ignite his desires.  Mackensie and I would feign shock over the coincidence, agreeing that we have similar tastes, and of course capturing the moment by asking Joe to take our picture.

The Twins slipped into the dressing room together, which wasn't nearly big enough for two.  The custom taper of the cocktail dresses clung to our nearly identical figures, while leaving just enough to the imagination.  Kensie and I stood side by side, peering into the mirror, pleased with the visual before us.  Naturally, Mackensie being Mackensie, cupped her tits together, boosting them up to enhance the amount cleavage spilling out of her top.  Taking notice out of the corner of my eye, I made a similar adjustment to match the amount of skin on display.  "Hey Lace, is this too tight on me or have my tits gotten bigger?" Mackensie asked, knowing the answer full well. "Always with the tits" I subtly shook my head in silence.

"These are just perfect, just look at us" Mackensie exclaimed as she grabbed my waist, pulling me into her as we posed for the mirror, "but now let's get to the fun part", as we both slithered out of our dresses.  Putting the merchandise aside in the meantime, Kensie and I exited the dressing room hand in hand, having too much fun with our retail therapy session.  Just as the dressing room door opened, we came face to face with a tall well dressed handsome man, around his mid forties.  "Oh...hello" Mackensie purred seductively, almost in the form of a question.  She immediately sprung into action, caught off guard by the handsome gentleman who unknowingly ambushed us.  "Hello" he smiled back in a low baritone voice that stirred a primal excitement in both of us.

"Honey....where are you?" a high pitched irritated voice called out from across the boutique shop.  An impeccably dressed statuesque blonde in her mid thirties pranced over, noticing her husband stopped in his tracks by two brunette beauties.  "Excuse me" the man politely said, holding his gaze with Mackensie as he walked away.  I immediately made eyes at Mackensie who couldn't have been more excited with her new target for conquest.  A devilish smile crossed her face, the kind that looked like trouble.  "Don't even think about it Kensie" I said giggling to her.

I have to admit, the blonde wife was super hot, a bit older than us but definitely kept herself in great shape.  Blondie must have been an absolute knockout in her twenties, about on par with our beauty and would have made a worthy rival.  As we made our way through the lingerie section, I caught the couple out of the corner of my eye, the handsome man catching an earful from his shrew of a wife.  Apparently she wasn't amused with the small moment he shared with Mackensie right outside the dressing room.  The man kept hunching his shoulders, pleading his innocence to his wife.  "She must be so much fun in the bedroom" Mackensie stated in a sarcastic way, to which we heartily laughed.  "She deserves a slap across the face" I added.  "By me or her husband?" Mackensie replied, apparently already in character for the catfight starring role.

After deliberating the various lingerie options, Mackensie and I were in agreement on three sets to try on, consisting of various combinations of a corset, garter belt, stocking, etc.  "I have an idea" Kensie stated, getting that look of determination in her eye.  Grabbing a handful of hangers with the lingerie for us to try on, she paraded her way towards the dressing rooms, but not before a detour in the direction of Blondie and her husband.  The couple hardly noticed Mackensie's stealthy approach from behind.  "Oops" Mackensie shrieked, accidentally dropping the merchandise on the floor with a loud bang.....or was it an accident, essentially landing on the handsome man's shoes.

Mackensie slowly descended to her knees without losing eye contact with the husband.  She practically revealed the coming attractions of what sucking his cock would look like, in another brilliant display of seduction.  Mackensie spent an uncomfortably long amount of time retrieving the lingerie on the floor, her sundress hiked up because of her kneeling at his feet, her face hovering just below his belt buckle.  As she slowly ascended from the submissive position, slithering upward like a snake, she changed her gaze over to Blondie.  The wife was clearly unamused at this dramatic tactic, returned a catty stare to Mackensie, holding her hands on her hips as if to mark her territory.  Mackensie responded with a glare of her own, her chin held high and rolling her eyes as if to say "I could have your husband in an instant sweetheart".  "Sorry, I'll be more careful next time around this one" Mackensie gestured at him, then flirtatiously turned to walk away, looking back over her shoulder at the husband. 

I covered my mouth in laughter, but Mackensie and I couldn't keep the giggling silent for long.  As we slipped back into the dressing room, we laughed at how devious Mackensie could be "Kensie, you have done it again my friend" I exclaimed.  Without missing a beat, we slid out of our sundresses yet again, excited to see the various combinations of lingerie for the surprise birthday party.  I placed stepped my heels on the elevated bench, showing off my sexy long legs while slipping on lacey frilly panties and fishnet stockings.  Mackensie followed suit, then fastened the straps of her sexy garter belt to the stockings.  We took turns tightening the corset laces which highlighted our voluptuous figures.

Turning to face the mirror, my mind flashed forward to Joe's surprise.  What would be his reaction to seeing these goddesses standing side by side before him, dressed in the sexiest lingerie.  "Or was it two warriors dressed in ceremonial armor to do battle over his cock?" I wondered internally, making note of that line, to be used at some point in the heat of the moment.  Mackensie looked herself up and down, incredibly proud of her appearance.  She radiated an aura of complete arrogance, with good reason.  Turning her body for a side view, Mackensie checked how the lingerie accentuated the curves of her back into her perfect ass.  I followed in turn, maneuvering myself towards the mirror until our asses were next to each other, briefly touching for a moment.  "Good luck on deciding Joe" Mackensie blurted out loud, sending us both into a fit of laughter again.

"Lace...quick, give me your phone" Kensie grabbed for my cell without permission.  "Kensie, what the hell are you doing?" I protested, that is until I realized another stroke of her genius.  Mackensie handed me one of the silk robes hanging on the door, as she donned the other.  "Here, put this on...it's Joe's lucky day....again" she said.  "Oh I like where this is heading Kensie" I answered, excited for another impromptu photoshoot for my husband.  "Let's start out...um..somewhat tame....for now" Mackensie winked at me.  Pointing the cell at the mirror, she and I stood close as she snapped the picture.  The first few photos didn't quite reveal our faces just yet, "let's drag this tease out" I suggested, "we don't want to show him everything all at once". 

My loving husband was of course at home in his office, boxer shorts around his ankles and lube in hand.  Joe was waiting for some privacy so he could peruse over his new collection from the foxy boxing pictorial.  He opened the first picture and took a deep gasping breath, trying to contain his excitement.  "Can you imagine?" he thought to himself.  Oh...but his dear wife could imagine.

Although it was tough to distract Joe from his ritualistic daydreaming, a subtle vibration of his cell phone caught his attention.  "Probably Lacey asking if she can buy something expensive" he thought to himself.  That is, until he opened the text that read "Miss you honey, wish you were here.  P.S. - Remember, mine....all mine" Joe smirked as he read it.  He turned back to the foxy boxing pictorial, unable to believe this scene actually played out in the flesh. 

Another buzzing from his cell phone and a text that read "Ahem....I said, mine....all mine".  This time Joe noticed the unopened attachment that escaped his attention initially.  Silky robes draped the shoulders of two brunette beauties, with one holding up a cell phone snapping the picture.  The robes weren't tied at the belt however, revealing the ample cleavage of these curvaceous beauties.  "Lacey?" he said to himself, unable to make out their faces but recognizing his wife's perfect double D tits anywhere.

"Oh my God Lace...what are you trying to do to me?" he shot back a text.  "I was just thinking of you.  Mackensie and I wanted to show you the fruits of our shopping labor" I cackled with Kensie reading along with me.  Each successive picture we sent him revealed more skin, with layer upon layer being peeled back.  "You're going to give me a heart attack babe....but actually, perfect timing" Joe responded.  "Oh really...need a hand?" I wrote back to him.

With the silk robes now laying on the floor, we strapped up our corsets yet again. Mackensie positioned herself behind me tightening the laces and snapped a picture, still without revealing our faces to the camera.  "Oh he's going to like that one" Mackensie said with excitement.  She then turned the video setting on, panning up and down,
showcasing our tight lingerie-clad bodies for the camera.  I arched my back in a sexy way, leaning forward at the hips while Kensie stood behind me again.  This time she tugged a handful of my hair, grabbing it from the root so that my head tilted back.  "Ugh" I let out a high-pitched shriek, pouting as if Mackensie were actually hurting me.  "Oh my god Lace...perfect" Mackensie said, pressing send on the text to Joe.

Back at his home office, Joe was beside himself with excitement, saving down each of the dressing room pictures that came his way.  His eyes widened when he noticed a large video file coming through.  "Lacey....that last video did the trick.  You're gonna get it when you get home." he responded.  Mackensie and I were so pleased with ourselves, "I hope he didn't get the keyboard all sticky" she suggested as we continued our fun afternoon.  "Wait, I'm not done" Kensie put on the devilish smile yet again.

Peaking her head out of the dressing room slightly, Mackensie waved down the handsome man, who appeared to be dying of boredom while waiting on his wife.  Kensie made the quiet sign with her finger against her mouth, "Shhhhh" and mouthed the words "come here" silently.  As he got close enough, Mackensie yanked him by the wrist, pulling him in front of the ajar door to the dressing room. Believing his eyes were deceiving him, he did a double take with his mouth wide open, unable to believe the scantily clad brunette beauties on display for him.  The handsome man quickly darted his eyes around, looking for any signs that his wife might catch him yet again.  "Can help us with something?" Mackensie asked in the most innocent pouty way. "Do you like these outfits on us?  We're having trouble deciding" Kensie purred at him.

Unable to withstand the mounting pressure, the man quickly evaded the question, fleeing the scene with his hands in his face, as if trying to wash away the sultry visual.  "Mackensie, I have known you a long time, but never realized how evil you really are...until today" I admonished her playfully.  "What....I was innocently asking his opinion, don't you want a man's opinion on lingerie?" Mackensie defended herself.  Carefully placing our lingerie ensemble back on hangers, we packaged up our bounty and finally left the dressing room.

Of course, it was my treat on the "uniforms" since Mackensie was indeed my guest, and helping me out with this little fantasy endeavor we'd concocted.  "Thanks Lace, this will be money well spent...I promise" Mackensie hinted at the coming events.  Noticing her victim still in the store, this time with Blondie next to him again, Kensie immediately headed in their direction.  His wife was rummaging through clothing racks, distracted just enough that a window of opportunity opened. 

Mackensie slithered behind the handsome man, subtly handing her card to him...as she had done in the restaurant.  "This must be her signature move" I thought to myself.  "Call me" she mouthed to him silently, parting with a wink. When we finally left the store, the first thing out of my mouth was "Homewrecker" with a smile to Mackensie.  She looked at me not so innocently, "What...can't a girl have a little fun".

The anticipation is really building. I hope the birthday party is very soon!

I want Kensie to have ALOT of fun. I thinking Lace may have no idea what's in store for her or Joe. How Heather fits in is a huge bonus on top of that. I can see Kensie inviting Heather to the birthday party  as a surprise for Lacey. Keep building as you've done so far. I know I commented that it takes time to write such a good story but I'm thinking a little quicker can't hurt that much can it.  Anyway nicely done again.

banger after banger after banger. we want more!

Part X (continued):

"How is my big birthday stud this morning?" I sounded my warm breath into my husband's ear.  Joe had yet to open his eyes and only returned a smile, after all life was good for him lately.  "I was thinking of your first surprise...in a day full of surprises" I smiled devilishly at him.  Joe perked up, "It's been a while Lace, but how about a No Hands Challenge".  "Ohhh...just what I had in mind dear, challenge accepted." I replied kissing my way down his body and feeling for the thick protruding bulge in his boxer briefs.  With my face now hovering at his waist line, I raised my eyebrows "Wow, someone is already excited, this will be quite the challenge".  Joe loved when I teased him, particularly when I insinuated how big he was and that I'd struggle taking him all in.  If he only knew it would be a birthday full of challenges for his lovely wife.

I pulled his boxer briefs down just enough to free this tip of his cock.  Using my tongue to swirl around the head, I fixated my eyes on him.  Joe loved the eye contact part of me worshipping his cock.  "Lace, the way you hold your gaze with my cock in your mouth, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen" he once told me.  "You just wait darling, you're about to top the sexiest moment in a few short hours" I told myself silently.  "Did you enjoy our little dressing room photoshoot babe?" I took a break from flickering my tongue on the tip of his cock.
Joe lurched his hips upward hearing that last question I posed, freeing the rest of his hard cock from the restraints of the boxer briefs.  I held my eye contact as I licked the length of his shaft slowly in an upwards motion, starting from his balls all the way to the tip.  "What was your favorite picture babe? Or was it the hairpulling video?" I teased him mercilessly.  Joe clutched my hair and forced my head down, with the length of his cock hitting the back of my throat.  Good thing for Joe his lovely wife didn't have a gag reflex.  My husband kept me down there longer than I was comfortable with, but after all it was his birthday.

"Oh my god Joe" I panted in an act of distress while trying to catch my breath.  "Your cock is just too big and thick for your poor little wife" I batted my eyelashes at him in a pouty way.  I reached for him with my hand but Joe quickly grabbed my wrist.  "I said no hands Lace" he threatened in the most dominant sexy way, his voice sending shivers down my spine.  Breaking the restraints of his hands around my wrists, I cupped his balls in defiance.  "You said no hands allowed on your cock babe" as I massaged his full balls in my hands.  A smirk crossed his face in satisfaction as I tugged on his balls, almost using them as a handle to swallow his cock down even deeper, inch by inch. 

A surge of animalistic urgency coursed through his veins, watching his lovely wife perform the slutty sloppy blowjob he'd been craving.  I felt his rugged hands lift my body by my hair alone, "On your knees Lace....now" he demanded, tossing me to the ground as if I were his little fucktoy.  I assumed the kneeling position, completely subservient to this gorgeous man towering over me.  The birthday favor ceased to be a blowjob, taking a turn towards an utter mouth-fucking that I had coming to me.  Joe pumped his hips into the opening as if I were bent over the bed doggystyle, showing no quarter to his lovely wife's mouth.  Allowing me a short reprieve, he tapped his thick cock on my tongue and then my big tits.  I asked "Am I being punished babe?  Are you punishing your little fuck doll of a wife?".  Without response, he forcefully shoved his cock back down my throat to silence me, grabbing my hair on both sides like pigtails, as if he had heard enough questions.

"This is what you get for teasing me so much Lace" he reprimanded me, sliding his cock back and forth so that his balls slapped against my chin.  Affording me another break from the vigorous mouth-fucking, I asked "You do know your cock is mine?  All mine Joe?  You do know that, right"?  Admittedly, I used that line because I wasn't sure how much more I could take.  Whatever the case, those questions seem to do the trick yet again. 

Joe grasped my hair, yanking my head backwards in the process.  Holding his swollen cock in hand, he stroked it long and slow until the largest load of cum I've ever seen exploded into the air.  I continued asking "your cock is all mine, right Joe?" as multiple streams of cum landed on my face, in my hair and between my tits, covering me as if he were marking his territory.  I pushed my sticky glistening tits together, rubbing the cum into my skin while I cleaned off the rest from his cock, greedily savoring every last drop with my tongue.  "Ohh...happy birthday baby...your surprises are just beginning" I purred to him.
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I spent the rest of the day texting back and forth with Mackensie, putting the finishing touches on the events planned for tonight.  "Don't get stage fright now Lace" Mackensie messaged me with a friendly taunt.  "Oh don't worry honey, no backing out of our deal.  Unless you're the one who is....scared?" I responded, questioning her bravado while smiling to myself.   "Scared?" Mackensie answered, "Haha, I've been looking forward to performing this wild fantasy from the moment you shared it with me.  Tonight we settle up on the favor I owe you Lace.  See you later tonight honey xoxo". 

Since Joe was out all afternoon with the boys, I took the opportunity to snoop through his laptop yet again, in case of any last minute inspiration struck me. "Hmmm....latest saved files, updated yesterday afternoon, what could this be?" I wondered, clicking away.  Raising my eyebrows in surprise, I came across a large video file with the title "Dedicated to Joe".  Taking a deep breath, I played the video, mentally prepared for just about anything at this point. 

The opening scene was a beautiful blonde and brunette standing in silk robes, with their arms around each other's waists, breaking the fourth wall by directly addressing the camera.  "Hey Joe...we're so happy to perform this custom video for you" they cheerfully announced, waving to the viewer.  "The script you sent us was easily the sexiest one we've ever read, and we're so excited to act out 'Mine, All Mine' for you" the brunette added.  "By the way, I'll be playing the part of Lacey" the brunette continued.  "And I'm Heather" the blonde responded, "enjoy the show stud".

"What in the hell....?" I said out loud.  My pervert of a husband was so pent up that he wrote a script, entitled with our favorite phrase no less, and then paid to have it acted out for him? I wasn't sure if I should laugh or be furious with him.  "And Heather the Head Cheerleader again!" I gritted my teeth.  At least as a consolation, yours truly was starring in the video, but now curiosity caught up to me....exactly how did he imagine this catfight going down?  And  more importantly, who did he imagine winning in his fantasy?  "Let's find out....Joe" I said in a bratty way.

First however, I searched his files for the aforementioned script.  Locating the word document, I perused over the meticulous details, "He must have spent hours, days and weeks on this" I thought to myself.  The story contents included not only well written erotic fiction, but visual aides of exactly how he imagined certain scenes.  I panned down the document and came across notes that read "This scene please ladies, with the dialogue performed exactly as written", noticing multiple paragraphs highlighted for their attention.

Returning to the video, it cut to the next scene situated in a sprawling backyard of an opulent mansion.  There was an inground pool with beautiful landscaping surrounding the well-maintained property.  "Just how much did he spend on this custom video?" I thought with irritation, justifying that I opted for the most expensive lingerie on our shopping trip.  The opening scene featured the blonde portraying Heather sliding open a screen door on her way to the pool.  "Heather' wore a long silk robe, her hair up in a ponytail, stylish sunglasses and high heels. "You know, just your basic outfit at home alone by the pool" I rolled my eyes. 

The camera zoomed in on the blonde's voluptuous body from behind as the robe cascaded down her lush bronzed skin, ultimately landing on the floor.   The tiniest g-string bikini hugged her curves as Heather lathered herself up in baby oil, taking in the sweet smell of coconut, her slippery body glistening in the sunshine.  Satisfied that she had covered the entirety of her curvaceous figure, Heather laid back in the reclining pool chair, her arms over head as she sighed soaking up the sun.

I had to laugh at the absurdity, astounded at the lengths Joe was willing to go with this fetish.  The side gate to the backyard swung open with a creaking noise, as "Lacey" entered the backyard in similar silk robe attire and sunglasses.  The brunette stopped dead in her tracks, only now aware of the intruder laying reclined in her pool chair.  "Just what the hell are you doing in my......Heather?" the brunette portraying yours truly asked in confusion.  Heather only slightly sat up, appearing completely unbothered by the situation unfolding, nudging her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose for a glance at Lacey before settling back into her comfortable chair.  Her body language suggested 'how dare you interrupt my sunbathing' as if she had every right to be in Lacey's home.

"Excuse me...Heather, but I'll ask again.  What in the hell are you doing in my backyard exactly?" Heather swung her sexy long legs around and stood to meet my avatar.  Lacey looked her up and down, still questioning while the stacked blonde from the gym was wearing a microbikini and oiled up beside her own pool.  "Oh....hello Lace...we weren't expecting you to be home so soon" she said in the cattiest way.  "We?  Who is we exactly? And where the hell is Joe?" Lacey asked, her frustration and anger mounting by the second. 

"Oh Joe didn't tell you?  He agreed to give me private boxing lessons, but the gym won't allow him to coach me there.  So I suggested.....your home" Heather purred, clearly revealing her intentions to claim Lacey's territory.  My eyes lit up reading this story, if Joe couldn't have the real life showdown between myself and my gym rival, he was going to have it acted out for him.  "And this is your boxing uniform Heather?" Lacey gestured at the tanned glistening blonde in high heels standing before her.
Lacey approached Heather, both women now standing with their hands on hips, their body language suggested confrontation was imminent.  "You suggested boxing lessons here....did you?  Why do I find that hard to believe Heather?" Lacey challenged her story, then subtly brushed the silk robe against the bikini top Heather was wearing, their eyes locked in a staredown. 

Then it occurred to me....the script, the video...this was a virtual cheat sheet for the show Mackensie and I would put on or Joe tonight.  As I resumed the video, I found myself intrigued at how the confrontation would unfold.  The women portraying Heather and myself were super hot, although they seem to lack the acting chops.  "I would execute this scene so much better" I thought confidently, and as luck would have it, tonight I'd get the chance to. 

"You can believe what you want Lacey" Heather rolled her eyes, "I thought I'd show Joe what a real woman looks like".  A shot of anger coursed through my body, as if the scene was actually playing out in front of me.  Without responding, Lacey confidently slid the silk robe off her shoulders, matching the string bikini that Heather donned before her.  "Heather, you know you can't compete with this body.  Let me remind you that Joe is my husband....all mine." Lacey gave a catty response.

"Oh but I can compete with your body Lace" Heather retorted, "In fact, why don't we compete right here and now?" as Heather tossed the bottle of baby oil over to Lacey.  "Oil wrestling, huh? " Lacey answered, impressed with Heather's suggestion.  Ohhh...Joe did love oil wrestling I thought to myself, realizing where his script was going with this. "I thought you'd never ask Heather" Lacey responded but walked away.  "Running scared already Lace?" Heather taunted her rival.  "Actually no, I'm setting up this tripod camera that Joe left out by the pool.  I want him to watch you pinned underneath me, begging for mercy in the end" Lacey taunted back. 

The two slippery goddesses walked over to a large patch of lawn, rubbing more oil into their skin in ceremonial preparation for conflict.  Both women positioned themselves on their knees, primed to pounce on their opponent.  "It's not too late to leave Heather, you don't have to be embarrassed on video for Joe to watch.  Actually he and I will watch it in bed together tonight" I taunted her mercilessly.  Breaking the fourth wall yet again, "Lacey" turned to the camera on her knees, "enjoy the show baby....and may the best woman win".  I took note of exactly how the actress version of me delivered that last line.

Sliding their way towards each other, their slippery bodies in imminent collision, I was startled by the sound of the front door slamming shut.  "Oh shit....Joe is home" I silently stewed as I paused the video, closing out of all his files to hide any evidence.  Ironically in a reversal of roles, I wanted more alone time to see where the story went.  "What has gotten into you Lace?" I wondered, "was I developing the same catfight fetish as my husband"?

Joe entered the office surprised to find his lovely wife there.  "Everything okay with you Lace?" he asked curiously, "your complexion is flush red, are you too hot in here?" The truth is it was too hot in his office, partially from excitement, partially from frustration at being interrupted.  "Yes babe, I was just having the hardest time deciding on what to wear for your birthday dinner tonight...won't you help me decide?" I suggested coyly.  "Oh fashion show, I like the sound of that" Joe exclaimed.  "But hey, what exactly were you doing on my laptop just now babe?" Joe said raising his eyebrows at me, not entirely believing my story. "Oh...you know, research" I shakily responded without confidence, caught completely off guard by his intrusion. 

"Research you say?" Joe began to creep closer to me.  "Lacey...I've told you before, don't peek at the Amazon wishlist or you'll ruin all the surprises" my husband said playfully.  Bless his angelic little heart, Joe had no idea what was about to hit him.  Altering the subject quickly, I said "Follow me to the master bedroom, you have a fashion show to attend", grabbing his tie and dragging him away.

After finishing the fashion show, Joe settled on the sexy black form-fitting cocktail dress, which I naturally steered him towards picking....all part of the devious plot unfolding, unbeknownst to him. In the aftermath, I drained my husband's balls for the second time today, this time by riding his cock both facing him and with my back turned.  The smacking sound of flesh and the visual of my perfect round ass bouncing up and down on his cock proved to be too much for him to withstand.  "I better be careful to save your energy for tonight babe" I tease him, completely satisfied by the deep fucking he gave me.  "Actually Lace, think I'll take a nap now, sounds like I will need it for tonight's festivities" he said.  If he only knew..................

Confident that Joe was already down, I raced to my cell phone, finding Mackensie's latest message.  "Hey Lace, ready for tonight's main event?" she wrote.  "Oh Heather...you have no idea how ready I am for this showdown.  And also...you won't believe what else I found".
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the ultimate fantasy of a married life for us femfight enthusiasts

Quote from: emmaduncxn on September 12, 2024, 02:32:30 AM
the ultimate fantasy of a married life for us femfight enthusiasts

Indeed it is this exactly.

The boxing lessons just made this post an added element to the possibilities of where and how things could play out. How long had Heather been getting lessons? Was she "really" getting lessons.? To keep Joe from being caught or to prove he was really giving Heather lessons would he insist he could prove it by having the 2 spar? Just great stuff.

Part XI (Continued):

Putting the finishing touches on my makeup, I stepped back to admire myself in the mirror one last time.  "Never looked hotter Lacey" I told myself.  Catching me by surprise, Joe entered the bathroom, all dressed up in his suit for a fancy night out on the town.  "Wow Lace...look at you" he said, grabbing my waist from behind while he kissed my neck.  My husband took in a deep breath of my intoxicating perfume, "I just want to ravish you babe" he added, biting my shoulder.  "Easy tiger, there will be time for that later tonight, and besides you can't ruin my dress just yet" I smiled seductively at him.

"Excited for your surprise?" I asked Joe as his porsche cruised onto the highway, planting the first seeds of tonight's events in his head. "Honey, what do you think of staying the night at our apartment instead?  It's a long ride home and I want to let loose tonight with you" I asked pouting my lips.  "Let loose babe?  That sounds intriguing" he looked back at me, taking his eyes off the road for a moment as I started rubbing the bulge in his pants.  Joe darted his eyes back and forth from mine to his lap, silently suggesting another round of roadhead.  "Now now now my stud, I told you there will be time for that later, plus you can't ruin my makeup" teasing my patented sloppy blowjob he loved so much, "but I do plan on keeping you hard all night".

Entering the swanky restaurant, I could feel the eyes of patrons glancing in our direction, noticing the head-turning couple who just arrived. The matre de seated us in a private corner booth with a great view of the crowd..."perfectly done Lace" I thought to myself, having requested this spot in advance.  The secluded seating location with dim mood lighting was ideal for some naughty fun. 

After ordering drinks, we perused the menus until I innocently asked, "anything in particular you want for your birthday dear?".  He turned to me with eyebrows raised, his thoughts wandering to whatever sexy fantasy du jour was on tonight's menu in his imagination.  "Should we have invited Heather?" I offered with a sly smile.  My husband was unable to answer just yet, unsure if the question was a trap or not. Was he still dreaming of the gym encounter between Heather and Mackenise...or was it the custom video featuring actresses playing Blondie and myself?

"I have a special game for us to play tonight during dinner....I hope you don't mind babe" I mentioned, changing the subject without going into further detail just yet.  Joe's eyes lit up, unable to concentrate on the menu just yet.  Our drinks arrived, red wine for me and a bourbon old fashion for him.  Joe took a few gulps of the drink down, as if to take the edge off from all the pent up frustration.  Of course, I wasn't exactly helping relieve the tension...not yet at least.     

"Tell me about this game Lace, I'm dying to know" Joe said, already halfway done with his first old fashion.  "Oh don't worry, I will babe....but first, tell me....how is that hard cock doing?" I said slow and seductively, lightly brushing the bulge in his suit pants.  "Hmm...still hard for me I see.  I will check on it again soon" I teased, looking directly into his eyes.  "Lace, what are you trying to do to me?  I won't make it through dinner with all this teasing" my husband laughed.

"Who? Me? Teasing?  I would never tease my dear husband" I replied winking at him. "I will tell you about the game, but first let me go freshen up in the ladies room.  I want to make sure I'm only woman you're looking at here tonight", I parted the table giving him a kiss and adjusting the top of my dress by cupping my tits.  Joe bit into his fist and downed the rest of his bourbon, ordering a second one merely minutes into the dinner.

Watching his lovely wife's hips sway back and forth in the black cocktail dress, he thought to himself "life is good" yet again.  Closing his eyes for a moment, he reopened them just in time for a glimpse of a statuesque asian brunette passing by his table.  Joe locked eyes with the attractive beauty as she flashed a small smirk that revealed dimples on her stunning face. The asian woman did a double take, peeking over her shoulder at his table, again with the faint smile. 

Joe sat up with renewed enthusiasm, his second drink just arriving, intrigued with the sultry vision that just arrived on the scene. The stunning woman sat on a bar stool, appearing to be alone at least for the moment.  She crossed her legs, hiking up her already short revealing dress.  "Good lord" Joe thought to himself, filled with desire from this anonymous woman.  Swiveling her bar stool around, her eyes scanned the crowd, until they landed on my husband's yet again.  Another small smile crossed her face, now for the third time in Joe's direction.  "Perhaps this fox will make an appearance in my next story" he laughed to himself.

Returning to his bourbon for another sip, he gazed over to the bar yet again....this time with the seductress half turned in her chair towards him.  "Was that a small wave she just gave me, or am imagining things?" Joe excitedly thought.  Sure enough it was, as a second wave came from the sultry beauty, her head slightly tilted and mouthing the word "Hi".  Unsure of how to respond, Joe returned a big grin and lifted his bourbon glass as if to say "cheers". 

"Oh hi honey" I had returned from the bathroom, catching my husband in the act.  "Cheers huh?  Did you make a new friend" I said with friendly demeanor....that is until I turned my gaze towards the bar area.  Scanning my vision starting from the floor, a luscious pair of long tanned legs caught my attention.  Then a short black cocktail dress, very similar to mine I might add.  Picturesque silky dark hair flowed over her shoulders with some strands landing out of place in her ample cleavage.  Startled at my return from the ladies room, Joe said "Oh I was just stirring my drink babe" in the most guilty, least plausible excuse possible.  An overwhelming sense of jealousy immediately set in as I panned my eyes upwards, noticing the beautiful asian vixen.

Recognizing that this could be an opportunity, I regained my composure. "Oh Joe...looks like you did make a new friend" I emphasized my words.  Looking back towards the bar, the asian woman swung her long legs around to rotate the barstool again, but not before making eye contact with me.  Having turned her back on us, I had reclaimed my territory...for now.  To lighten the mood, I reached for his lap "Let me check in on that hard cock again, it's been a few minutes after all. Just making sure it's all for me"  But Joe was already rock hard, my hands feeling his thick cock pulsating for his sexy wife....or was it for our new asian friend? 

"Ready to play the game babe" I announced, seizing the moment that presented itself.  "Sure Lace, what did you have in mind?" my husband's voice cracked, having been caught in silent flirtation.  "Well....I ask you a series of questions, and you have to answer truthfully.  Promise it won't hurt my feelings...ok babe"?  "Hurt your feelings Lace?" he asked in confusion.  "Just hear me out Joe" I cut him off.

"See that woman over at the bar?" I gestured at the aforementioned asian fox with her legs crossed sitting alone at the bar. "Where...oh her?" Joe pretended to notice her only now, being the poor poker player he is, so awful at hiding his intentions.  "Yes...her babe" I said condescendingly. "Do you think she's pretty?" I left the question hanging in the balance. Looking her up and down, as if for the first time, Joe stammered his words "Well...um...I don't know, she's kind of far away" he protested.  I gave another rub of his cock, caressing it slowly with both the palm and back of my hand.  "It's ok darling....tell me.  Do you think she's pretty?" I repeated the question.

Looking at me again for approval, Joe replied "Well yes Lace, anyone would agree she's very attractive".  "But I'm not asking just anyone dear, I'm asking you" I cornered him with my response, pressing for his innermost thoughts.   "Yes Lace, she's very pretty....possibly the most attractive woman in the entire restaurant", Joe replied just about putting his foot in his mouth.  A wicked expression crossed my face at his answer, raising my eyebrows as if I was surprised by his response.  I had put him in such a difficult position, of which there was no escape, and my Joe had wandered directly into my trap.

"Prettier than me babe?" I asked pouting my lips and batting my eyes.  "Oh no Lace, that's definitely not what I meant" he backtracked feverishly.  "Well, am I not in this restaurant with her?" I pressed the line of questioning.  Stuttering for the right response, I realized how much I was enjoying this game, striking at the heart of his desire to watch his lovely wife compete over him with another beautiful woman.  "Lace...obviously no one is as pretty as you babe.  That woman is gorgeous, but no one compares to you" he righted himself, already on shaky footing.  I smiled warmly at Joe, always in tune with his wife's emotions, so much so that he had to qualify his answer.  "Oh so she is gorgeous...I only asked if she was pretty" I responded. Despite my cruelty, it was time to ratchet up the pressure in the 'questions game' as I dubbed it.

Slowly turning my eyes back towards the asian minx, I noted, "Hmm...she's wearing a similar black dress to mine also.  Can you tell me babe....who do you think looks better in this dress?" I purred, taking another slow stroke of his hard cock.  Joe sighed and gathered himself by spping his bourbon yet again.  "Answer honestly babe" I looked up at him with sultry big eyes.  Starting to recognize the purpose of this game, Joe boldly responded "Actually Lace....I'd have to see you standing side by side with her....for comparison".  "Rawrrr" I growled at him, "now you're getting the game babe", as we both laughed at me purring like a kitten.

"Maybe you'll get a chance to see just that.....stud" I winked back at my husband.  "But then tell me...if we are both equally attractive in our dresses....then it must come down to our bodies, right? Can tell me who has the hotter body, me or Suki sitting over there?" I pressed him again, pushing my elbows together to highlight my tits.  Sighing in frustration, Joe continued his heavy breathing in disbelief.  "Come on tell me honey" I implored softly, with another light stroke of his cock under the table.

I pushed the interrogation further, "I mean look at her honey.....I'd estimate we are about the same height, she's busty just like yours truly" I paused to look down at my voluptuous tits, "she has an athletic build and long legs like mine. Maybe we'll bump into her at a boxing class.  Would you like that Joe?" Joe guzzled down his second drink, trying to shake the nervous energy of his restless leg.  "Relax honey, this game is supposed to be fun" I assured him with another stroke through his pants to ease his shaking.  "Still hard for me I see" I stated confidently, but quickly feigned shock jealousy by holding my hand to my mouth, "or is it for her babe?" playfully demanding him to reveal the truth.

The waiter interrupted momentarily, delivering Joe's third bourbon and giving him reprieve from answering the line of questioning.  The awkward silence lingered as I made eye contact with our new asian friend yet again. "Honey, you know it's only for you, I'm yours....all yours" Joe replied with a play on words of our favorite phrase.  "Hmmm it is your birthday after all, maybe it's for both Lacey and Suki over there?" I teased him further.  "Lace, what exactly are you implying" Joe eagerly asked, wondering if his wife was insinuating a threesome.

"Easy there tiger" I said, with another stroke of his bulge, "I wasn't suggesting the three of us having fun together.  I was only implying that...maybe....", I paused for a sip of wine, "you're hard imagining your lovely wife and that stunning woman standing next to each other, I mean since I asked you about comparing our bodies" I batted my eyelashes yet again.  "Truth be told Lace, that's exactly what crossed my mind", Joe said relieved I expressed his thoughts for him. 

"Perfect honey, now when we're standing next to each other....you'd agree that I have the hotter body, right?" I stated confidently, but cut him off before he spoke, "Or...maybe her body is superior to mine?" I asked defiantly with hands on my hips and a hint of playful outrage.  Joe was still beside himself, shifting his cock with his own hand to alleviate the throbbing in his pants.  "Lace...." he protested, unsure of how to play the game properly.

"You can't decide....that's ok babe, I know it's not easy since our bodies are so equally matched" I suggested, making my husband perk up.  "Perhaps the only way to decide is to test our bodies against each other?" I asked, gesturing towards my new asian rival across the room.  Choking on a sip of his drink ,"Test how?" Joe's eye lit up.  "Hmm..." I teased pretending to think, "Oh maybe we box each other babe?  No, wait....maybe we'll wrestle", I said the last word slowly and seductively.  Joe just stared silently at me, listening intently, taking a second to check on the asian vixen again and then turned back to me.  "You mean mud wrestling like the story Mackensie told us?" he eagerly suggested.
 
I laughed at the fabled sorority mud wrestling championship, clearly Mackensie's tall tale had struck a nerve with him.  "Actually babe, what if Suki and I oil up our bodies and wrestle for you in bikinis instead?  Perhaps by our pool in the backyard?  Would that prove to you who has the better body?"  I came ever so close to exposing myself, tip-toeing a fine line and only hinting at having discovered his custom video in the same scenic setting. 

Catching our attention from across the room, the asian woman now stood while grooming her long silky dark hair, arching her back as she stretched her long legs.  Clearly aware of being watched, she accentuated the curves of her body as if to give us a full length view of my hypothetical rival.  "Oh...have a better look now babe?  Does that help you decide?"  Joe suddenly stood from the table, unable to withstand the interrogation any longer.  "My turn to use the restroom, I'll be right back hun, save that thought" he grunted.  "I wonder if he's going to rub one out in the bathroom" I laughed to myself, almost feeling sorry for inflicting this level of torture on my husband....almost.

"Tonight couldn't be going any better" I chuckled to myself, dumbfounded with the woman perfectly situated to help with tonight's festivities.  Sudden inspiration struck me, perhaps it was the romantic evening or my third glass of wine.  Grabbing my purse, I headed over to the bar area to potentially stir up a little Mackensie-style mischief.  A patron seated next to my target perfectly timed his exit, as I slithered in just behind him to claim the vacant barstool.  "I'll be with you one moment miss" the bartender directed his attention towards me, with his words catching the asian woman's attention. Realizing a new neighbor had settled in, the asian vixen swung around on her stool to greet with me with a friendly smile. 

I returned the warm smile, although we didn't immediately exchange pleasantries.  "Glass of bourdeaux please" I asked of the bartender, still sitting in awkward silence next my physical equal.  "I love your dress", the words lingered in the air as I sipped the red wine. "Oh why thank you" I responded, now looking the asian woman up and down, "I just love yours also, they look so similar.  Where did you get it?". 

After feeling each other out with some small talk between us girls, we laughed at the coincidence of sharing the same favorite boutique dress shop, although she favored Manhattan location.  "They have the most elegant attire, and the spiciest lingerie" the woman whispered the latter with a sly smile.  "I might have purchased some of that lingerie for my husband's birthday tonight" I remarked, both of us sharing a laugh.

Ironically, I felt a kinship with this stranger I'd only just met.  She had a lovely personality, so warm and inviting, the polar opposite of Mackensie actually....ironically I could be friends with this woman.  "I'm Hiromi" she offered her hand to me, still sweet with her disposition.  "Lacey" I responded, gently taking her hand in mine, "Hiromi....is that Japanese?" I asked of her.  "Yes actually, it means 'beautiful' or....ah I shouldn't say" she cut off her sentence with shyness.  "No no...tell me" I implored her.  "Delicious" she blurted out, making us both crack up as if we were old friends reuniting.  The poor thing was completely unaware of her role as a pawn in tonight's little game.....if she only knew. 

"Am I actually enjoying the company of my imaginary rival?" I thought to myself, "I'll have to find a way to redirect the conversation" my inner monologue went on.  "I'm sure a man or two has called you 'Delicious'" I smiled back.  "Cheers" I offered as we clinked glasses.  "Joe must be returning to our table soon, I should get back" I thought to myself, looking over my shoulder.  "So that was your husband?  Have any special plans for his birthday tonight?" Hiromi prodded.  So she had noticed Joe after all, a Freudian slip on her part...or was it an intentional intrusion on my territory?  "Well....a surprise birthday party back at our penthouse loft.  He has no idea, so oblivious" I told Hiromi, grabbing her forearm with excitement. 

"Oh I love surprises....make sure to put that new lingerie to use" Hiromi added.  I didn't respond immediately to her insinuation of a steamy night with my husband, after all, I didn't want to give away too many intimate detail to this stranger and apparent new friend. I sipped my wine again, "You know it's lovely lingerie when it doesn't stay on for too long" I purred at her to which we both laughed.  "Hey Lace" Joe ambushed me from behind, grabbing me by the waist.  I was caught completely off guard, not sensing him behind me whatsoever.  My attention was surveying our private booth for his return instead. "Make a new friend?" my husband asked raising his eyebrows and gesturing towards Hiromi.

"This is Hiromi, us girls have been getting acquainted while I waited for you dear.  Hiromi, this is MY husband Joe" I announced, accenting the word "My" while looking at Joe, making sure she understood clearly who he belonged to.  My hand caressed his chest and remained there, as if to hold him back as Joe reached his hand out to greet Hiromi.  "Pleasure to meet you Joe" she smiled and held her gaze just a tad bit too long. "Likewise Hiromi" he politely responded.

"I hear it's your birthday and your wife here is treating you tonight, what a lucky man you are" Hiromi liberally suggested.  Something about her tone in that last remark seemed intrusive.  The words triggered my competitive streak in that very moment.  Had Hiromi waited for the right moment to seduce my husband in front of me?  Two can play at that game however.  "Joe, did you know we shop at the same boutique clothing store?  Look at our dresses" I gestured towards our outfits.  My husband's eyes started to widen, making eye contact with me upon realizing my intentions to continue playing the 'questions game'.

"Mind taking a picture of us?" I handed my cell phone to Hiromi who happily agreed.  Joe swung his hulking arm around me, pulling me firmly into his side.  I took the opportunity for a warm soft whisper into my husband's ear "Tell me babe....who would win?" I pulled away with a devious smile and batting my eyelashes yet again.  Joe raised his eyebrows as the camera flash captured an impromptu picture of us.  "Such a hot couple" Hiromi announced as she snapped additional photos, again raising my ire by indirectly suggesting my husband was attractive.  Of course, he was gorgeous but I didn't quite need her validation.  Perhaps she was slithering her way closer to him...or better yet, between us?

"Mind taking some pics of me and my new friend here Joe" I put my plan into action.  Hiromi enthusiastically put her arm around my waist as I did to her's.  Our heads tilted slightly with wide smiles across our faces, our free hand rested confidently on our hips.  Hiromi and I stood proudly, our shoulders back and thrusting our chests in magnificent posturing, all while the bar patrons exchanged glances, acknowledging the two beautiful women standing side by side.  Reclaiming the camera from Joe, I browsed the pictures with Hiromi to find our favorite, as women naturally do.

"Wow Hiromi...this looks like one of those Hollywood tabloids, you know the 'Who Wore it Better?' section of those magazines" I pointed out to her.  "Haha oh my god Lacey, yes...the similar dresses" she laughed innocently, merely a pawn in our fantasy game.  Joe darted his eyes over to me, again recognizing my devious plan unfolding before him.  "Joe dear....tell us....who wore it better?" I asked seductively, tilting my hip to accentuate the curves contained in my dress, my arm still around the waist of my new rival.

Hiromi followed suit by playing along, mimicking my posture in the opposite direction and pursing her lips, "Tell us Joe", she purred, blissfully unaware of the rising desire stirring inside him.  But who could expect Hiromi to react any differently? Any beautiful woman in her position would deny the idea of this as a competition, but instead friendly banter between friends. "Actually...don't answer that" Hiromi quickly squashed any real closure to the question posed.  The three of us enjoyed a laugh at the proposed showdown, but I continued to stare down my husband, winking at him in acknowledgement. 

"We should be getting back to our table Hiromi, but it was a pleasure meeting you" Joe offered his hand to her.  "Likewise...a pleasure" Hiromi emphasized her words, immediately catching my attention.  As we walked back to our booth I exclaimed "Babe...I exchanged numbers with her, maybe we'll see more of Hiromi in the near future". Joe just shook his head as he sat down again, grasping for another bourbon to take the edge off. 

Mere minutes later, Hiromi pranced by our booth, wearing a coat with a purse around her shoulder, on her way out of the restaurant.  She gave a friendly wave and smile as she exited.  "I hope that little wave goodbye was for me babe, and not you" I playfully remarked to him.  "I'm having the best birthday ever babe" Joe finally answered.  "Oh...but it's about to get better dear" I announced , intriguing him as our dinner simultaneously arrived at the table. 

"Are you sure you're fine to drive honey?" I asked my husband who had finished at least four old fashions by the end of dinner.  Retrieving our jackets from the coat check, the thought occurred to me "I wonder how quickly the Hiromi pics will be added to his collection?", and made a note to check his laptop tomorrow at some point. "Remember babe, let's head to the apartment tonight. I'm having too much fun in the city" I added as we waited for valet parking. 

Climbing into his beloved Porsche, Joe finally offered "For the record babe...you have the better body", only now willing to play the game.  I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, content on being the victor. "Having a good birthday so far honey?" I asked, rubbing his cock again to make sure it was still hard for me.  Joe smirked, "However......Hiromi would win the oil wrestling" Joe stated with certainty as he smirked at me, now playing the game with expertise. 

Gasping at his answer, I smacked him playfully across the chest and folded my arms, pretending to pout over him favoring Hiromi. "What babe?  I thought you wanted to play" he pleaded, fearing he had gone too far. Unhappy with his prediction, my pout slowly subsided into a mischievous glare, forcing Joe's eyes off the road for a moment. I slid down the driver's seat for yet another session of roadhead, but stopped short. "Shut up Joe......you're lucky it's your birthday".

   This story is so hot!! It's killing me!! I'll be anxiously awaiting the next part.

So far there has been a lot of build-up (pages and pages in fact) but no action. Kinda starting to lose interest.

11 parts and only 1 felt like it was dragging at all. You should change your profile name to blue balls because you're expertly teasing the fuck out of us.

or. . . he started writing the story and has no idea where to take it so he keeps dragging it out. . .  ;D :D

As I have said the build up is really good. I especially like the arm wrestling between Lace and Kensie.  Arm Wrestling is the type of contest where both women compete and have a chance to banter back and forth. Trash talk to me is what adds  an encounter with a rival with very little consequence. It gives them a chance to claim a win over the other without things blowing up.  It  also shows those watching  who is stronger. A chance to comment afterwards the winner has something to taunt her rival while watching the man's reaction to what he has seen. If she feels embarrassed, from losing and will most times try to regain her even status. It can graduate to another competition a bit more involved. Two hot women "competing " so to speak can use it as a chance to compare her body to the other's which adds another element. Especially if the girl who won isn't his significant other. It can create doubt in her mind. Pushing the buttons of her rival . The winner can push to the point it's obviously flirting. Comparing her muscles by flexing her biceps to see why she beat his girl. Wondering if he thinks she's better than her? I think it's very hot to hear one girl taunt the other for the sole purpose of making the other seem inferior. Could she win a fight, wrestling match, she asks herself.

Part XII (continued):

Checking myself out in the rearview mirror, I carefully reapplied my makeup, appearing only slightly disheveled after inhaling Joe's cock on the ride over.  "Good thing your wife swallows babe" I stated, "although I love it covering me too".  With his balls drained and still managing a buzz, Joe resigned himself to retiring early for the night.

After all, how much better could his birthday be?  Thoughts of the potential Hiromi versus Lacey showdown would inspire tonight's lucid dreams.  Entering the lavish lobby to our building for the first time in many weeks, our favorite doorman greeted us.  "Everything is going according to plan" I thought to myself, pressing the button for the 22nd floor and catching my sexy reflection in the mirrored elevator.

Anticipation stirred inside me as the elevator doors slowly inched towards a close, then suddenly a chime rang out, the doors slowly receding again.  I couldn't recall anyone else standing in close proximity of the elevator bank however.  As the doors parted open, I found myself drawn to the ground level where a stylish pair of heels highlighted a long pair of shapely glistening legs.  A long trench coat flowed with each step, as the clicking heels sounded against the marble floor.  My eyes continued upward, revealing a short-cropped dress with a familiar style and dark red color I recognized from somewhere. 

"Lacey? Joe?" the familiar voice asked.  "Oh my god, I haven't seen you two in so long" the stunning blonde Rebecca cried out, our Manhattan neighbor infamously featured in Joe's side by side picture collection.  "Rebecca" I announced trying to match her exuberance.  The truth is I was less than inspired by our reacquaintance but very excited with her timely emergence....on tonight of all nights as chance would have it.  What were the odds? Then again, she did live on our floor. Perhaps I should have invited Leilani and Alina as well, that would have really blown his mind" I ironically chuckled to myself.

Rebecca and I shared an embrace, sealed with a kiss on both cheeks, then the blonde turned to Joe for a similar greeting.  "How is Manhattan's power couple doing?" she asked in jest, grabbing both of Joe's shoulders. "Are you in town for just the night?" Rebecca wondered.  "Actually, we had a lovely dinner downtown and decided to stay here instead of going all the way home" I replied. "Oh and I recognize that red dress Rebecca, didn't you wear that one New Year's Eve party? I remember wearing a similar one" I announced looking at Joe, deviously hinting at his scandalous collection on the laptop.  "Why yes Lace, what a memory you have" Rebecca innocently remarked as we all shared a laugh.

"Come inside for a drink, we can catch up....plus, we're celebrating Joe's birthday" I implored as the elevator began its journey.  "I would love that actually, I'm still flying high from a wonderful first date tonight.  So much to tell you Lace" Rebecca leaned in and whispered the last part.  "Here we go" I thought silently, hearing the chime as the elevator reached the 22nd floor.   

Walking ahead of Joe and Rebecca, I reached our front door first to listen for the murmuring crowd inside, waiting in ambush.  Hearing a faint hush from a familiar voice and ensuing silence, it was finally showtime. "Let the afterparty begin" I told the pair just behind me, swinging open the door but deferring to Joe who entered first.

"SURRRRRRRPRISE!!!" the hidden patrons announced in an uproar, freezing my husband in his tracks.  Unsure of how to react, other than gaping his mouth wide open, Joe simply turned around to retreat through the front door, to the delight of the crowd bellowing in laughter.  Joe reappeared for a second time, still with eyes widened, running his fingers through his hair.  "Is this for me?  All for me Lace?" he turned to look at his wife.  "Yes, all for you babe" I purred seductively at him, giving him a big kiss.

Just inside the foyer and first to greet us was Mackensie in all her intoxicating beauty, decked out in her black form-fitting cocktail dress as planned.  We made eyes at each other as if to say "all going according to plan".  Around forty of our closest friends and acquaintances had silently shuffled into the penthouse, with Mackensie serving as the hostess, ensuring the surprise went smoothly. Naturally, Mackensie loved being in charge of such an influential group, the most important person in the room for a time.

Joe made his way through the crowd, hugging local friends, coworkers old and new, and of course his college buddies.  Catching a second wind, my husband's buzz and sluggishness apparently vanished in place of renewed enthusiasm. Noticing the awkward silence in my vicinity, I introduced Mackensie and Rebecca, both quietly standing on either side of me. "Rebecca, this is my dearest friend from college Mackensie" as the two vixens exchanged polite greetings.  Our guests in the meantime, were still enjoying the euphoria of a good surprise birthday party entrance, as the spirits, cocktails and music resumed flowing.

"A pleasure to meet you Rebecca" Mackensie announced earnestly, which genuinely caught me off guard.  In my experience, Kensie usually adorned her catty standoffish persona when confronted with another beautiful woman she deemed the competition.  "Perhaps she was turning a corner?" I wondered to myself, "or perhaps one rival is enough for tonight?" I wondered, amusing myself at the thought of our imminent acting debut. 

"And a pleasure to meet you as well Mackensie, you are so stunning" Rebecca replied, touching Kensie's arm and endearing herself with flattery. In her own right, Rebecca was the polar opposite of Mackensie in every respect....sweet, genuine and most importantly, very supportive of other women.  At the same time, she was accustomed to being the center of attention in any room, her beauty and grace rivaled by very few.  In Rebecca's mind, tonight would be no different despite the attractive high-society crowd in attendance.

"Girls, let's break out the champagne" I suggested to them, interlocking their arms with mine as our newly formed sexy trio walked in lockstep towards the opulent kitchen. In the meantime, Joe reminisced on tales of his glory days with the college buddies, no doubt sharing exaggerated stories as truthful as Mackensie's college adventures in mud wrestling.

Worlds collided as Joe held court with his current bosses and closest fraternity brother, affectionately named "Hellhound". "I wonder what 'big swinging dick' story the finance guys were howling about?" I rolled my eyes, resigned to the fact that boys will be boys. Joe waved me over to join the conversation, "I'll leave you two hot single babes to get acquainted.  But you should really get to mingling.  Behave yourselves though" I smiled in jest to Mackensie and Rebecca.

Hellhound didn't disappoint, regaling us with college stories of my Joe that my husband never dared to share with me, perhaps with good reason.  "Hey Joe, remember those two hot exchange students?" Mr. Hound said after one too many drinks.  "Oh I want to hear this one" I immediately chimed in, wondering if I could find evidence somewhere on his laptop. After getting lost in the tall tales for a few minutes, I looked over towards the kitchen to find Mackensie and Rebecca in deep animated conversation. "So far so good" I sighed in relief. I watched them clink glasses in a cheers....was it possible they were building a rapport? 

In all honesty, to know Rebecca was to love her.  She had a way of making anyone feel comfortable in her presence.  When the foxy pair noticed yours truly staring from across the room, they raised glasses towards me in yet another toast.  I happily reciprocated, "Hmm, why do I get the impression that Mackensie up to something?" my intuition told me. Alcohol made for a good social lubricant, as the hot duo shared laughs while getting along famously. 

That is....until I noticed a scowl across Mackensie's face.  Her body language reverted back to standoffish, like the Mackensie I've come to know well.  She was no longer facing Rebecca and stood unenthusiastically with her arms crossed.  Rebecca was either blissfully unaware or completely unbothered by this turn of events, the blonde animatedly went on gesturing with her hands, lost in the moment. Sensing an intervention was required, I broke away from the 'men's locker room' conversation circle I found myself pulled into, coming to Rebecca's rescue. 

"Hey ladies" I began to lighten the mood, "have you checked out the men here?  Let me know if Joe can introduce you.  Anyone catch your eye yet?" I went on, trying to appease Mackensie with her favorite pastime.  "Actually Lace, I need to use the restroom first, but I'll take you up on that offer when I get back" the blonde announced cheerfully.  Rebecca slithered away in her exquisite dark red cocktail dress, her hips swaying back and forth, accentuating her stride with every step, all while Mackensie rolled her eyes.

"Ok Mackensie...spill it" I skipped the small talk, confronting her directly.  "Well...I don't want to ruin our special night....well Joe's special night....but" Mackensie pouted, "I started chatting with Rebecca here, she's lovely really, but.....". 

"Kensie...." I stated sternly, "But what?" I shook my head at her.  "She started telling me about her date tonight, a first date with a guy she is really into" Mackensie continued. "Rebecca went on and on, this man is tall, handsome, kind, cultured, blah blah blah......to which I jokingly asked oh does he have any friends?" Kensie explained. 

"Oh and he's super successful too, some sort of Managing Director in Private Equity" she went on, now mocking Rebecca's voice in disgust.  "So Lace, I thought to myself....oh that title and line of work sound oddly familiar, but thought nothing of it at first" Mackensie rambled. I simply lifted my eyebrows at Mackensie as if to say 'ok so what's the problem'?

"But then Rebecca went on....he's an athlete, played lacrosse at Princeton, and was recently featured in an industry publication for real estate private equity funds, which piqued my interest Lace" Mackensie stopped her thoughts.  "And why did these facts catch your attention Kensie" I had to drag it out of her. 

Mackensie replied, "Well, I wasn't sure at first but Rebecca said he's the Global Head of Acquisitions at Blackstone, another specific clue. "Oh Mackensie" I groaned, fully aware of what trouble my friend had found....or had trouble found her? 

"You see...just two nights ago, I went out with a man fitting that exact same description....I mean what are the odds Lacey?" Mackensie stated incredulously.  "Then Rebecca showed me his picture, saying 'isn't he just the most gorgeous stud you've ever seen'?". 

I put my hand over my mouth feigning shock, "You and Rebecca each went on a first date with the same man?  Oh how scandalous" I smirked devilishly at Mackensie, as she would have done to me.  "Kensie, I could tell something went sour between you and Rebecca.  I saw your body language morph back into the mischievous Mackensie I know and love." I explained. 

"Maybe this incident puts you in the mood for tonight's feature performance", I suggested which made Mackensie laugh, almost forgetting the fantasy showdown commencing shortly.  "Just don't take it out on me tonight Kensie" which made her chuckle, lightening the mood again.  "So...what will you do Mackensie" I asked instinctively, knowing trouble was brewing from the look in her eye.  "Actually, Conrad and I have our second date tomorrow night", Mackensie proudly boasted as if she had the upper hand on Rebecca. 

"Conrad?" I asked in disgust, "let me guess, he summers in the Hamptons" I laid on the sarcasm to the delight of Mackensie.  "You're only in town for a little over a week but going on multiple dates with Conrad?" I mocked his name in a British accent.  God forbid she goes a few days without men spoiling her in the form of fancy dinners.  "What?  Can't a girl have a little fun?" Mackensie responded with her familiar motto.

"There you are Lace, I've been looking for you honey" Joe came up from behind me with a light spank on my bottom, the smell of bourbon on his breath.  By chance, Rebecca had returned from the restroom only moments later, wedging her way back into our inner circle. "All you ladies look lovely tonight" Joe complimented the trio of gorgeous women surrounding him. 

Rebecca then chimed in, "Oh I didn't realize until just now Lace, but aren't you and Mackensie wearing nearly identical dresses"?  Mackensie and I took the verbal cue, turning to face one another, looking up and down in our first performance of the night.  "Why Rebecca, you're right.  Best friends tend to have the same taste though" Mackensie smugly responded, still simmering over the revelation from her dating rival.   

"Indeed they do" Rebecca agreed, "You know, one New Year's Eve, Lacey and I wore just about the same dark red dress.  Remember that one Lace"?  "Come to think of it, I do recall...you remember that New Year's Eve, don't you Joe?" I purred at my husband.  "Somehow I knew that as well" Mackensie added, making everyone laugh, but raising Joe's suspicions yet again. Bless Rebecca's innocent heart, she had unknowingly walked right into Joe's fantasies, as well as Mackensie's trap.  The blonde even masterfully introduced a preview of tonight's competitive fun, although blissfully unaware.

"Quick Joe....tell us who looks better in this dress?" Mackensie asked seductively, slightly hiking up the hem to show off her legs....just as she had done to our poor waiter at the restaurant.  Mackensie ran her hands down her body in a sultry dance, drawing attention to her voluptuous curves hugged tightly by the dress.  Rebecca raised her eyes in shock, and possibly discomfort, at the question posed between Joe's sultry wife and another stunning woman.

Joe however, now at least five old fashions into his night, was a veteran of the questions game by this point.  My husband held his chin in deep thought, visually devouring our bodies and pretending to hold a monocle to his eye.  I followed suit, stepping in front of Mackensie, with my hands on hips, as if to block the judge's view.  Mackensie playfully responded in turn, we ended up back to back with our arms crossed, awaiting Joe's decision.  The comedic relief broke the built-up tension, while Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief realizing it wasn't a serious competition.

"Actually, don't answer that Joe" I intervened as rehearsed, pretending to chide my inebriated husband.  "Time to sing happy birthday and cut the cake, turn down those lights and everyone gather round!" I raised my voice to the affluent crowd.  Rebecca pulled me aside, "Lace, at first I didn't understand the dark sense of humor in your little group here, but you guys are so much fun".  Poor Rebecca, if she only knew.......

With the hour getting late, and satisfied guests trickling out, I thought to myself "almost showtime".  Naturally, Hellhound and the cavalcade of finance guys attempted to drag Joe out, refusing to call it a night.  "I have other plans for him" I purred, grabbing him by the chest and tearing him away from the wandering herd gathered in the foyer.  The territorial act drew howls at the insinuation of yours truly taking care of the birthday boy tonight.  Rebecca retrieved her trench coat and joined the group, "Hey, I'll tag along" not wanting to retire for the night just yet. 

Mackensie wandered over to say her goodbyes, forcing herself into an elongated hug with Rebecca, who squeezed her earnestly.  Of course, unbeknownst to the blonde, Mackensie rolled her eyes at me as they embraced.  "Oh Mackensie" I chuckled to myself, "nothing ever changes"
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"Well you have my number Rebecca, let's do a girls night with the three of us while I'm still in town" Mackensie adopted her sweetest voice, knowing full well it wouldn't happen.  Besides, her social calendar was full with the most eligible bachelors of Manhattan lining up to court her. As Rebecca followed the group of men down the hallway, I turned back to my friend, "Mackensie.....", using her name to call out whatever mischief may lay ahead.

"Yes Lace?" she protested with innocence, simultaneously checking her phone. "Let me see your phone" I grabbed it out of Kensie's hands.  Instead of protesting, Mackensie raised her chin with a small smirk on her face, incredibly pleased with herself. 

The phone's most recent text message was from...you guessed it...Conrad, the old chap.  "Mackensie" I spewed condescendingly by using her first name only. Scrolling down the conversation history, there was a text sent not three minutes ago.  My eyes widened, viewing a picture of a bronzed Mackensie climbing out of a pool with the tiniest bikini, her voluptuous tits glistening in the sun. No words were necessary, the message's intent implicitly stated in no uncertain terms. 

"Oh my god Mackensie!" I said a bit too loud, fighting the urge to call her a homewrecker yet again.  Kensie shushed me, trying not to draw attention from the few remaining guests exiting the front door. "What? Blondie had her chance tonight but was too prude to follow through" she explained in her defense. "I'm just making sure he's thinking of me....I simply beat Rebecca to the punch", she admitted, her ego rearing its needy head. A punch...ironic coming from a woman about to perform a staged catfight.

Looking back down at conversation history, "Conrad is typing...." I showed Kensie the phone. Mackensie silently celebrated, triumphantly bouncing up and down, making her double D tits jiggle.  "Wow Mackensie, I just fell off my chair.  Was this from the Miss Florida beauty pageant you mentioned winning?" Conrad typed.  I raised my eyebrows at Mackensie, who...you guessed it...never lived in Florida, nor competed in a beauty pageant.  "Not that you wouldn't have won babe" I assured her, "I mean look at the tits and ass on this one" I playfully spanked her. 

Joe wandered over having noticed us two girls giggling and his wife smacking a handful of Mackensie's luscious ass.  "Showtime babe....go now" I whispered to Kensie, who excused herself to grab her coat.  "Lace...can't thank you enough, I am still in complete shock.  This might have been one of the best nights of my life" Joe exclaimed.  "Who said your night is over stud?" I led this thoughts astray, "But hold that thought for now, I need to use the restroom" I whispered in his ear with my warm breath. 

Joe took in the aftermath of the surprise party, peering at the city skyline illuminating his now empty penthouse apartment.  Pouring himself another drink, my husband replayed the recent events in his mind.  Joe had everything in life, although his ultimate fantasy had escaped his grasp.....for now.  There had possible confrontations of note, most featuring yours truly, whether it be with Heather, Hiromi or....Mackensie.  "Hmm Mackensie...she was a stone cold fox" he took a deep inhale, feeling the arousal stirring within. 

"Life is good...isn't it" Joe raised his glass in a cheers to himself.  It was about to get better....if he only knew.

add Hiromi and Heather to that idea of a girls night for Kensie, Lace and Rebecca, and phew, some potential catfight war and heaven right there

You are a master of suspense! Your ability to pull the reader into Lacey's world is impeccable!

I am enjoying this post.  I live a good build up.  Take as much time as you'd like.  As someone who has tried to write, I understand how much time and effort each chapter must take.  We appreciate it. 

Part XIII (continued):

With Joe's attention focused on the bustling Manhattan streets below, the clicking of heels slowly approaching caught his attention from across the penthouse apartment.  "I can't wait to toss Lacey around, perhaps here in the living room....or out on the balcony?" his thoughts harkened back to the last time he bent his sexy wife over the outdoor banister.  Without warning, a pair of hands covered his eyes, "Oh Lace, we're playing blindfolded tonight, are we?" he implored.  "Did the birthday boy have a nice surprise party?" an unexpected voice asked seductively. 

Joe's body went rigid with anxiety, recognizing none other than Mackensie's sultry voice in his ear.  I peeked my head out the bedroom door to witness the expertly executed seduction of my husband, by my best friend no less.  Mackensie draped herself around Joe's body, one hand covering his eyes, the other holding him by the chest.  A long silky smooth leg was intertwined with Joe's like a python entrapping its prey, of which there was no escape.  Kensie's perfect tits brushed into my husband's back as the sting of jealousy coursed through my body at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes. 

The smell of intoxicating perfume gripped Joe, unsure of how to respond to Mackensie's advances.  "Relax Joe, I'm just teasing you" Mackensie momentarily let her prey escape her clutches. "Oh Mackensie" Joe laughed it off as he sat on the couch, scanning the apartment to ensure his lovely wife didn't witness the incident.  My husband let out a groan from not having sat down for many hours at this point. 

I inched the bedroom door open further for a better angle of Mackensie's performance.  Joe had been seated for no longer than three seconds when Mackensie pounced yet again. The seductress stood uncomfortably close to my husband, turning away to give Joe a better view of her curvaceous figure, the dress barely able to contain her lush body.  Mackensie teased a slight lift of the hem of her dress, checking for Joe's reaction over her shoulder. 

I watched with a confused mix of arousal and jealousy simultaneously, as Kensie's perfect ass slowly descended into my husband's lap.  "She was supposed to sit on his leg" I grunted to myself, "that bitch". Mackensie had managed to get my motor running, but that would help me genuinely act out the imminent fantasy scene.  I watched helplessly as Mackensie wiggled her hips into Joe, as if to feel for his hard cock with her ass, making sure he was aroused.  "I told her no lapdances, ugh Mackensie" realizing she couldn't help herself.  Or was it intentional?

After her little shimmy in Joe's lap, Kensie slithered forward with her brunette hair cascading towards the floor.  Reaching both hands towards her heels, she arched her back, giving Joe a close-up view of her sexy slim waist gyrating in small circles, before flipping her hair back in place.  "Imagine bending this piece of ass over" Joe thought to himself, fighting the throbbing sensation building in his pants.

Mackensie then resurrected herself, slowly ascending with both hands holding her hair overhead, her back arched backwards now.  Leaning her body all the way back against Joe's chest, she let out an audible gasp as if relaxing.  Joe's face settled over her right shoulder with a prime view of her voluptuous round tits, his senses entranced with the siren song of Mackensie's perfume.  "Jesus Kensie....I said help me with his fantasy, not film a porno with my husband".  "This is a comfy seat, other than that bulge poking through", Kensie's eyes descended downward, acknowledge she could feel Joe's excitement.

Having seen enough, I swung the bedroom door open, making a point of loudly bursting my way into the main living room while playfully calling out my husband's name.  "Ohhh Joeeee", I called out while unfastening my earrings, hunting him down for his birthday gift.  The sudden intrusion caused Joe to forcefully lift Mackensie off of his lap, placing her body down on two feet.  When yours truly finally came into full view, there was a well-timed moment where a disheveled Mackensie adjusted herself by pulling down the hem of her dress while also fixing her top. Joe followed in a similar manner, turning his back on me as if I wouldn't notice his flustered appearance.

I came to a sudden halt to emphasize my shock, my hands settled on my curvy hips that my identical dress could barely contain.  "What exactly is going on here?" I let the question hang in the balance.  "Oh you're still here Mackensie" I said condescendingly, acting surprised to see her.  With Joe's back still turned to us, I gave Kensie a wink as if to say "well done babe".  I pressed the tension of the situation, suspiciously walking over between them as to inspect the crime scene.  When Joe finally turned around, still adjusting his tie....and his pants, I confronted him by taking a whiff of his collar, the sweet smell of Mackensie's perfume still lingering on my husband.   

My eyes met Joe's for a moment that screamed "guilty as charged".  Despite my hostile appearance towards Joe, I couldn't help but laugh internally at the lengths Mackensie and I were willing to go.  My poor husband, now just a pawn in the subtle rivalry between us ladies, when up until now, it had been all about making his fantasies come true.  My thoughts turned back to the infamous shopping trip, where Mackensie suggested "what if we explored the homewrecker theme in our little surprise", just after her latest run in with a married man's wife. 

By this point, the homewrecker moniker had stuck to Kensie, and not without being a well-deserved nickname.  I initially hesitated at the insinuation of Joe and Mackensie fooling around behind my back, especially since I wanted to prove to Mackensie who was boss. "That tramp won't be wrecking my home, that's for sure".  But then Kensie offered a more innocent idea to set the mood, "What if.....I simply sit in his lap, more like on his leg actually Lace...definitely not a lapdance.  You can catch us in the act perhaps?" Mackensie had suggested, having not lived up to her promise. 

"Why do I get the impression this won't be your first lapdance Kensie" we both chuckled.  "Actually I like the idea....you attempt to seduce him, setting the stage for me walking in on you two.  I'll feign shock and confront you directly for making a pass at my husband.  Great idea actually babe."  Mackensie so eagerly agreed to my plan that I went from being amused to jealous in an matter of seconds.  Mackensie then added "And naturally that situation leads to a sexy catfight", she made claws at me.

I should know better than to trust a woman like Mackensie around my husband, but what's the saying...you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs? Despite all that, so far, so good....the plan had been executed perfectly up to this point.  Joe was reeling at being caught in the act, and is his mind, would have no idea that this was a staged performance.  If he only knew........

Still demanding answers from Joe, I stood impatiently awaiting his response.  "And you...what do you have to say for yourself Mackensie" I swung around to face her chest to chest, uncomfortably close.  With the back of my head towards Joe, I gave a wink and smile to Mackensie who expertly did not break character. After all, it was hard not to laugh with your best friend acting out a staged catfight.  "Well Lace...Joe here looked lonely.  And I thought he deserved the company of a real woman on his birthday", Mackensie's posture shifted from that of guilt to one of arrogance.  She proudly announced her superiority as if she was the person primarily responsible for my husband's contentment. 

"Keeping him company on his lap Kensie?" I questioned the absurd notion.  "You know Kensie, I think this all goes back to our college days.  You could never be happy for me, especially now that this big stud of a husband is mine....all mine" I yanked Joe's tie, still pretending to be angry with him and hinting at our familiar motto.  Mackensie arrogantly lifted her chin to brush off my accusation, "as if I'd ever be jealous of you Lace...I mean....just look at me" Mackensie replied in the cattiest way, gesturing towards her goddess-like voluptuous body.  "Wow, Kensie was a natural at this" I chuckled to myself, although I couldn't tell if she was acting or serious about being jealous of her.

"Enough of this Lace", Mackensie forcefully brushed past my shoulder with intention, "Hey Joe....do you mind telling us?" she confronted Joe to his confusion, as she fixed his tie again.  "Tell you what exactly?" Joe replied, still flummoxed.  "Why dear", she playfully answered shaking her head, "tell us who looks better in this dress.  You still owe us an answer from earlier in the night", Mackensie purred to him, adjusting Joe's shirt collar now. A live recreation of the 'questions game' was my idea, inspired by the treasure trove of comparison pics on my husband's laptop.

Stepping in between the pair, I cut off Mackensie's access to laying her greedy hands on my husband.  "Yes babe, won't you help us finally decide the debate raging all these years?" I chimed in.  "I've been trying to gently break the news to Mackensie here, but maybe she needs to hear it from you?" I turned to face Mackensie as I delivered the last line.  Mackensie sarcastically laughed, shaking her head, "Lace, your husband here is afraid to hurt your feelings sweetheart" she inserted the knife in my back, "Go ahead...tell her Joe. You know I'm hotter than your wife" Kensie arrogantly announced. 

Mackensie and I shamelessly stole the last sequence from Joe's custom video, with both actresses claiming superiority over their rival.  The line of questioning definitely struck a nerve with Joe, potentially recognizing the dialogue.  The way Kensie delivered that last line actually made my blood boil, performing or not.  In her mind, her best friend Lacey was certainly hot, a beauty worthy of her companionship for a night out on the town.  However, the lofty first place pedestal was always reserved for Mackensie....and Mackensie alone.

Both of us ladies stood with arms crossed in a staredown, waiting for a definitive conclusion to the debate from Joe.  Stammering for words since Mackensie's attempted seduction, Joe finally chimed in, "Well....ever since the other day in the kitchen, I've been wondering....", Joe paused before daring to go further.  "Oh Joe" I rolled my eyes, "this is about who is hotter, not who is the stronger woman" I feigned disgust at his intimating a decisive third round of arm wrestling.  "Yes, we've already established that I'm much stronger than you Lacey", Mackensie shamelessly stated.

"Excuse me....", I widened my eyes at her, trying to hold back a laugh.  "You saw it yourself Joe, I overpowered your lovely wife here, pinning her arm down." Mackensie continued "So to summarize, not only do I look better in this dress, but I'm hotter...and stronger too sweetheart" she continued the catty trash talk.  Joe's eyes darted back and forth between the brunette beauties, in disbelief of bearing witness to the culmination of our tenuous friendship. 

"Actually Joe, since your brought up our unfinished arm wrestling contest, that gives me an idea" I stated, walking to the middle of the spacious opulent living room, removing my watch and other jewelry. The furniture had already been relocated to make space for this evening's guests. "Mackensie....join me?  Unless you're not woman enough?" I taunted my rival in turn.  Pretending to be outraged as she walked onto the plush living room carpet, Mackensie accepted my invitation.

My husband uttered "Ladies....can I suggest...", but was quickly cut off with "Shut up Joe!" in a simultaneous rejection from yours truly and Mackensie in unison. Of course, he was happy to shut up and take in the sexy sight of two vixens squaring off in confident postures over him, just what dreams were made of.  "Lace, are you sure you want to lose another arm wrestling bout in front of your husband?  How much losing can your ego handle honey?" Kensie continued her taunts. 

"Kensie, we are way past that. I just watched you attempt to seduce my husband in my own home.  This is an all-out catfight" I used the phrase with intention.  And trigger Joe's inner desires it did, his eyes widening at the mere mention of the word. "Catfight?" Mackensie asked seductively emphasizing the word yet again, sending Joe's mind into a frenzy.  "Catfight you say?" Mackensie repeated the verbal torture for Joe, as if she had been waiting on yours truly to challenge her.

"You'd like that Joe, wouldn't you?" Kensie seductively looked over her shoulder at my husband, knowing full well Joe's answer.   Turning back to me, "Let's finally settle the debate then Lace...as ladies should, shall we?" Mackensie purred, slipping off her heels.  I followed suit, removing my own pair of heels as Joe watched the ceremonially undressing of warriors preparing for combat.  "Joe, why don't you get comfortable on the sofa and enjoy the show" I teased him, heightening his already elevated level of arousal. 
As rehearsed, Mackensie and I attempted to intimidate each other in a standoff, holding eye contact with our chests thrust out and hands on hips. "Last chance to back down Lace" Mackensie taunted, certain of victory.  "May the best woman win" I announced implying my superiority, equally sure of triumph over my rival.  Only one vixen would be victorious however, and to the winner go the spoils. 

"Oh and more thing..." I seductively paused, "Happy Birthday baby", both Mackensie and I broke character for a moment, smiling devilishly at my husband still in disbelief on the sofa.  Only in that moment did Joe realize that scene unfolding before him was orchestrated, although he swore the hostility was genuine.  "Yes, Happy Birthday Joe" Mackensie purred at him, not to be outdone by yours truly.

Neon lights bled into our spacious living room, scattering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.  The opulent setting was hardly where one might expect such a gratuitous display of sexually-charged confrontation between gorgeous women.  Joe's mind wandered for a brief second to replay the events of the last week, wondering if he was the fortunate victim of our devious scheme.  "Consider me victimized" he laughed to himself, enjoying his bourbon as he sized up the lithe bodies poised to do battle over him.

The Empire State Building was silhouetted in the background, illuminating the impromptu arena of plush carpet, the ideal setting for Joe's fantasy come to life. After a moment of silence, we turned to Joe for his approval to begin the showdown.  With a nod of his head, the shrieking noise of his fantasy catfight echoed through the penthouse.  Mackensie and I instinctively reached for each other's hair, squaring off in primal combat. 

Our bodies primed for battle with limbs intertwined, playing up the panting noise of our struggle. "Let go of my hair" I begged Mackensie, who viciously grasped my beautiful brunette locks.  Returning the favor, I clutched dangling strands of her hair, tilting her head back with a tug. "Ugh my hair" Mackensie shouted, the two of us recreating the hairpulling that Joe was so fond of.

In that moment, Joe had an epiphany on the very essence of his catfight fetish.  How could such femininity intersect with such aggression, although absent any real violence in this case.  "That's the sweet spot for my Joe" I had realized earlier watching his video collection, a sultry confrontation without the bloodlust.  The mere thought of female battle was deemed unbecoming of women via social norms.  Perhaps the forbidden taboo of the act is what attracted Joe to the fetish.

Struggling to a stalemate, Mackensie suddenly twisted her body with my hair still in her grasp, tossing me over her hip.  With my hands still clutching Kensie's hair, our bodies tumbled wildly towards the carpeted floor in a mass of long limbs and untamed hair.  Mackensie initially landed all of her weight on top of me, but quickly lost her balance from the collision.  Using Kensie's own momentum against her, I flipped my hips to roll on top, straddling her in a dominant position. 

This pattern of rolling on top for control continued two or three times until I finally settled on top of my rival.  My hands clenched around Mackensie's wrists as I held her arms overhead against the carpet.  "Ugh, let me go you bitch" she cried out in agony.  "Not so confident now, are you honey?" I taunted while straddling Mackensie below me. "Please you're hurting me" Kensie begged in an Oscar worthy performance.

With Mackensie nearly in tears, I turned to look if Joe was enjoying the show.  Sure enough, his bourbon was fixed in one hand while the other adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his suit pants. Losing concentration for a moment at the thought of savoring his delicious cock, Mackensie seized the opportunity from my now lenient hold of her wrists.  Reaching for the straps of my dress, she jerked yours truly down to the floor with her, our bodies now laying side by side.

In the chaos of heavenly bodies colliding, our short dress hems had hiked up revealing toned bronzed legs grappling for control of our opponent.  Matching sexy thong panties were barely held intact, struggling to contain our abundant assets.  Mackensie's last attack had ripped the strap to my dress so that it no longer rested over my shoulder.  My silky bra peaked out for Joe's viewing pleasure, showing the curvature of my luscious tits.  Not to be outdone and upset that Kensie had torn an expensive dress, I returned the favor by tearing the bottom seam to Mackensie's swanky cocktail dress, with her full round ass now on display. 

"Good lord" Joe could be heard howling in the background, realizing sometimes reality can outweigh the fiction in his mind. In said reality however, Kensie and I had viewed another one of his videos entitled "Clothes Ripping Catfight".  This particular episode was situated in an office setting where sexy secretaries wore unrealistically revealing button down blouses, pencil skirts, pantyhose and eyeglasses.  Mackensie and I giggled as the women focused more on destroying each other's outfits than causing harm to one another.  Blouse buttons were forcefully popped open, nylons were shredded and torn apart with bare hands, all while suggesting "No, I'm the boss's favorite".  As absurd as the scenario was, Kensie and I were excited to recreate it.

Returning to our feet to assess the damage, Mackensie and I fixed our hair and adjusted our dresses.  After all, we had to look presentable during a catfight for my husband.  Inspecting the tear in her dress as if to show me, Mackensie stated "you're going to pay for that one Lace".  Tugging at my broken shoulder strap unable to fasten it, I replied "this was my favorite dress Kensie, how dare you".  Joe could not be enjoying himself more, now with a lit cigar and the look of a man who had it all.

Mackensie and I tangled yet again, grabbing each other's forearms this time, both trying to stave off attacks from the other woman.  I got the better of my opponent this time, tossing Mackensie towards the couch who nearly landed in Joe's lap again.  Joe moved his bourbon carefully out of the way to avoid spilling it, excited that the battle had come in close proximity of him.  Taking the opportunity to pounce, I straddle Mackensie's body, who was now in the sitting position.  Both of us hellcats grabbed onto each other's tits, much to Joe's delight sitting not two feet away at this point. 

Mackensie grabbed control of me, pulling my body towards my husband.  Our bodies rolled in wild fury, with both of us crossing over his lap and ultimately tumbling towards the floor again.  In the ensuing chaos, I somehow ended up straddling Mackensie again, but this time with her face down to the floor.  I smiled devilishly at Joe who raised his eyebrows at me having the advantage over Mackensie.  "No!" Mackensie yelped as I claimed her brunette locks in my hand yet again.

"Do you give Kensie?" I taunted gripping her hair tighter, making her back arch. Her eyes closed and head tilted back in agony as I forced her to submit to my will.  "Never" Mackensie retorted, having difficulty mounting a response. "You don't like Lacey being on top, do you honey?" I continued my verbal taunt of Mackensie.  In reality, I was thoroughly enjoying the humiliation of the most conceited woman I'd ever known, but had to remind myself this was merely a performance. 

Tightening my grip for a second time, I asked "I'll ask you again Kensie, do you give"? Slapping her hand on the carpet in protest, Mackensie finally broke..."Yes...Yes, I give.  Let go of my hair now Lace" she pouted.  For some reason, I was incredibly aroused at the sight of Mackensie begging for mercy at my own hands, whether the scene was orchestrated or not.  I continued the line of questioning, "Now who's the better woman Mackensie?", in an unexpected cruel manner that caught Mackensie off guard.  "What Lace?" Mackensie shrieked, her ego clearly bruised.  Not receiving the response I'd hoped for, I again tugged at the strands of brunette locks in my grip. 

"Ugh...fine fine Lace...you are the better woman" Mackensie was resigned to admit, although the words tore at her very soul.  Basking in the glory of triumph, I freed Mackensie's hair from the vice grip.  "See that Joe...I am the better woman", I exclaimed with emphasis, taking a victory lap on top of my defeated humbled foe.  Sensing that I was offering reprieve, Mackensie rolled on her back to face me.  To her horror, I continued to straddle her, basking in the victorious afterglow.

My sense of arousal now heightened, I went off script as a sudden burst of inspiration blindsided me.  I wagged my finger over to Joe in the come-hither motion, still on top of the trapped Mackensie.  "Lace, what exactly are you doing?  You've won, now let me up" she pleaded. "Quiet sweetheart, time for me to claim my trophy", I gestured at my husband now standing over our tangled bodies.

"Closer babe" I grabbed Joe by the belt buckle, pulling him in until his feet lined up with Mackensie's head still lying on the floor.  Licking my lips in a sign of things to come, Joe widened his eyes, only now realizing my intentions. "Mackensie, have I told you about the 'No Hands Allowed' game I play with Joe here?" I cruelly continued to taunt her.  Lying beneath me, Mackensie raged at being subject to such humiliation, having never agreed to it beforehand. 

I pulled his belt buckle through the loops, tossing it aside while I undid his zipper with my teeth.  "Enjoying the view down there Kensie?" I continued to the delight of Joe. Mackensie would never admit, but she was equally aroused at the unfolding scene on top of her prone body, although still enraged.  "You bitch" Kensie muttered under her breath, still struggling to get up.  Pulling his pants down slowly, Joe's thick cock escaped its confines, popping out with such force that it made a loud thud landing on my face.

"All mine Joe?" I asked seductively, knowing the answer full well.  The question alone sent him into a frenzy, as he tilted his head back in preparation for the coming ecstasy.  "Look Mackensie, no hands" I peered down at her, simultaneously grabbing Joe by the hips.  From her vantage point, Kensie saw Joe's thick cock completely disappear inch by inch, with the outline of his bulge in my throat.  The graphic display of sexuality was how I marked my territory, with Mackensie as witness. 

Resigned to her front row seat, Mackensie wondered whether she could accomplish the depth that yours truly had.  I swallowed my husband's cock deeper than usual, pinning myself against his body, which was more of a performance for the romantic rival lying beneath me.  Taking a moment to breathe, I taunted, "Not only am I the better woman, but apparently better at a number of things.  Isn't that right Joe?", as I cupped his balls in hand.  Joe couldn't mount a response, but did take the time to watch Mackensie pouting, which seemed to arouse him even further.  "Was that part of his fetish also?" I wondered to myself as my mouth slid back and forth on his thick cock.

Feeling his climax rapidly approaching, I stroked his cock with increasing pace, "Go ahead tell her Joe, it's mine...all mine. Mackensie could never take you down like I can", no doubt getting a tad bit too personal in the heat of the moment.  Kensie found herself with the unfamiliar mix of arousal and jealousy I had experienced with her on my husband's lap.  Approaching the crescendo,  my mouth expertly wrapped around his cock and my hands massaging his balls, gulping down Joe's enormous cum load.  My husband groaned in relief of the building tension, exhausting himself in the process.  "Ahhh" I let out an audible gasp, making sure Mackensie knew I enjoyed the spoils of victory, greedily gulping down the remnants of Joe's cum.  "Happy Birthday babe" I said with a devious smile.

As I stood, Mackensie was finally free of her humiliating restraints.  Storming off in a fit, her shredded dress dragged on the ground in shambles , following a disheveled defeated warrior.  Watching her retreat to the bathroom, I immediately felt of a sense of guilty for having pushed the scene so far.  "I wonder if she'll accept my apology?" I hoped internally.  All in all, I had achieved a flawless execution of Joe's fantasy and even got a prize for myself.

I found Mack in the bathroom, prepared to console her and apologize for my indiscretion.  Turning to me and raising her hand to stop, she uttered "Wow Lace, that might have been the most erotic experience of my life", Mackensie explained.  "So you're not mad Kensie? I took it a little too far" I admitted.  "Mad?  Are you kidding me Lace?  No no no...I got so aroused when you took it off script.  I mean the plan was for you to win all along, but I didn't expect the sexual deviant in you to come out.  I didn't think you had it in you Lace", we both shared a laugh.

Somehow Mackensie managed to 'complisult' me, as in "That was hot" and "I thought you were a prude" simultaneously.  "Only you Kensie" I shook my head silently.  I hugged my best friend in the aftermath, "I'm so glad you're not made honey, thank you so much.  I don't think Joe will ever get over tonight" I said in all earnest.

"Oh but his night is not over yet", Mackensie donned the familiar expression of trouble on her face.  "Not over Kensie?" I asked in confusion.  "Just because I said I'm not mad, doesn't mean the final curtain has fallen in our performance" she smiled.  Placing her hands on hips and lifting her chin, Mackensie playfully stated, "I demand a rematch".  We both cackled in laughter, while my initial reaction was to see if Joe was still alive on the sofa, or had offed himself after hitting the apex of life. I mimicked Mackensie's posture and announced "Well then a rematch you shall have".

Mackensie went on further "Again Lace, I didn't think you had it in you".  I cut her off, "Oh I had it in me alright", to which we both laughed.  "And did you see Joe's face when he realized?" Mackensie continued.  "Actually I have another brilliant idea.  Plus Lace, after that little improv, I think you owe me one.....now hear me out".

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HEAVEN

I'm extremely pleased and aroused! I want more!!!  This is so hot! I'm shaking with anticicaption!  Hopefully, the rematch includes their huge tits popping free in battle! I... um, "Joe" would love that!

This story is truly amazing!

"After a moment of silence, we turned to Joe for his approval to begin the showdown.  With a nod of his head, the shrieking noise of his fantasy catfight echoed through the penthouse.  Mackensie and I instinctively reached for each other's hair, squaring off in primal combat."

Wow, just WOW!

This is why the English language was invented.

      This is so hot! I never want this story to end!!

Thanks to Kensie, the story goes on!  Joe is a lucky man for two reasons, now... His wife is sexy and amazing, and her best friend is competitive and sexually charged!

I'm gonna have to root for Kensie in the rematch. She is the one keeping this going, now!  I owe my excitement for the continuance to her! Go Kensie!

I agree with this. In fact I was expecting Kensie to get really competitive and show Lace up pretty good in their match.  I do look forward to the rematch. I do hope either Lace will finish her story of how Joe had his fantasy match play out in the custom video.

Yeah, Kensie wins the staged rematch. They end up going at it for real, likely a titfight or sexfight, that is very close but won by Kensie. Lacey is disappointed but now has a taste for it. Heather pushes her buttons one time too many and Lacey wins that one convincingly, making the blonde beg. That gets us to Hiromi being back in the picture and it could go either way. Somewhere down the line the rematch of the real fight with Kensie happens.

Yes, I've been ultra curious about the custom video action and results!  Maybe Lacey talks Heather into performing an oil wrestling match to the script, and also a followup to see who would win unscripted!

definitely would love for all this tension amongst the women develop from teaseful and staged to straight up competitive and serious mmrreeoow

Quote from: HumanPerson on September 21, 2024, 07:01:24 AM
Yeah, Kensie wins the staged rematch. They end up going at it for real, likely a titfight or sexfight, that is very close but won by Kensie. Lacey is disappointed but now has a taste for it. Heather pushes her buttons one time too many and Lacey wins that one convincingly, making the blonde beg. That gets us to Hiromi being back in the picture and it could go either way. Somewhere down the line the rematch of the real fight with Kensie happens.

The titfight between Kensie and Lacey is an awesome thought. It's almost as if Lacey has been a little jealous of Kensie's tits in the way she has said There goes Kensie again with the tits, it's always about the tits with Kensie. It would also be a perfect reason for the two to get into a real fight over the jubilant Kensie's taunts at Lacey's expense and makes sure Joe knows she's defeated his wife and he is so enamored with Kensie's win Lacey can tell her friends victory has him lusting for her friend and sees his focus has been fully on the victorious girl. That surely would start a real fight.

Quote from: snw on September 23, 2024, 05:17:53 AM

Quote from: HumanPerson on September 21, 2024, 07:01:24 AM
Yeah, Kensie wins the staged rematch. They end up going at it for real, likely a titfight or sexfight, that is very close but won by Kensie. Lacey is disappointed but now has a taste for it. Heather pushes her buttons one time too many and Lacey wins that one convincingly, making the blonde beg. That gets us to Hiromi being back in the picture and it could go either way. Somewhere down the line the rematch of the real fight with Kensie happens.

The titfight between Kensie and Lacey is an awesome thought. It's almost as if Lacey has been a little jealous of Kensie's tits in the way she has said There goes Kensie again with the tits, it's always about the tits with Kensie. It would also be a perfect reason for the two to get into a real fight over the jubilant Kensie's taunts at Lacey's expense and makes sure Joe knows she's defeated his wife and he is so enamored with Kensie's win Lacey can tell her friends victory has him lusting for her friend and sees his focus has been fully on the victorious girl. That surely would start a real fight.

You both may be on to something.... next part is almost done

I am looking forward to the shift to an unstaged, all-out war.

Part XIV (continued):

"Some men have all the luck", Joe thought to himself, "I happen to be one of them".  Although reflecting on his recent run of good fortune, Joe was never one to be satisfied for an extended time.  "So what's next?" he whimsically thought to himself, still with his suit pants around his ankles and basking in the afterglow of a lifelong fantasy fulfilled. "I should get myself cleaned up and in bed".

In the aftermath of his fantasy come true, his thoughts turned to the current conversation between his wife and Mackensie, the latter of who was attending to her wounded ego in the attached bathroom to our master bedroom.  "Do I go check on them? Do I apologize to Mackensie as Lacey had done profusely?  Was there even anything to apologize for?", the questions came in rapid succession with no plausible answers.  Joe's mental clarity had yet to return after an intense headrush from the most exhilarating orgasm of his life, or was it the multiple old fashions over the course of the night.

"The security footage!" Joe exclaimed his sudden epiphany a bit too loud.  My husband installed hidden cameras after suspecting the maintenance staff and/or cleaning ladies of helping themselves to certain valuables within the apartment.  "Note to self" Joe emailed his own address, "download video for posterity", amused at his unnecessarily cryptic choice of words.

"Joooeee" my muffled voice called to him in the distance like a siren song.  Cautiously following the trail of my dulcet tones, Joe crept towards the master bedroom.  Finding the door slightly ajar, he peeked inside but found no trace of the battling brunette beauties.  "Am I hearing voices now?" Joe chuckled. 

The long night's events had taken its toll on my husband.  Rather than console Mackensie, Joe climbed into the warm and cozy confines of our king size bed.  His suit pants now off, unbottoned dress shirt still on and necktie remained fastened loosely around his neck.  My husband was too satisfied and exhausted to remove any article of clothing at this point, including his dress socks.

"Joooeee....." I giggled laying in wait inside the bathroom.  "No sleeping yet" my voice called out again.  Joe laid comfortably on his side, with his back towards the bathroom door.  "Lace hasn't had her turn of pleasure yet, she's coming to claim her prize" Joe realized to himself.  A faint squeaking noise alerted Joe to the bathroom door swinging open, as he mustered his energy for round two with his lovely wife.   

Footsteps sounded across the floor with an irregular pattern.  "Ohhh Joe....wake up honey" my sultry voice attempting to resurrect him like a snake charmer.  Joe felt the impression of my body press into the firm mattress, "What did you have in mind Lace?" he asked in a sleepy monotone voice.  The pattern of footsteps continued to Joe's confusion, still feeling his wife's presence in proximity.  Then a second impression of bodyweight on the king size bed became apparent, although not necessarily where Joe placed his dear wife in his mind. 

"Well Joe....", a familiar voice rang out, "I demanded a rematch". My husband's head popped up momentarily, still with his back to the unfolding scene in our bedroom.  "Did I just hear that correctly or am I dreaming?", Joe rested his head again on the pillow. The impressions on the mattress had now withdrawn, realizing he was again the sole inhabitant of the large bed. 

Clearing my throat, I teased in a pouty voice, "Fine Joe...go to sleep, don't watch round two of our catfight". The words echoed clearly this time, causing Joe to sit up and shake his head to fend off the coming headrush. Turning around in disbelief, his eyes widened to find yours truly and a rejuvenated Mackensie wearing silky robes, back in character to continue his birthday surprise festivities. 

Situated in our now familiar staredown, Mackensie and I held our eye contact, although in this instance a serious sense of revenge loomed in Mackensie.  Standing so close that our luscious tits pressed against each other, the friction caused our silk robes to open slightly. "Back for more Mackensie?" I taunted her for Joe's amusement.  "Oh Lace...no holding back this time. Now let's really decide who the better woman is", Mackensie purred, confirming my impression that she was indeed serious after the blow to her ego.

"Joe...." Mackensie turned her attention to my husband, "did your wife here ever mention our little spring break competition?", my eyes widened wondered where Mackensie was taking the dialogue. Joe gazed into my eyes, seemingly aroused again at the mere mention of competition between us ladies.  Shaking his head as if to say no, Mackensie continued, "Of course she didn't tell you.  Lace, it must have been so humiliating finishing second in that wet-tshirt contest....to me no less", Mackensie taunted to my horror, knowing the story was a sensitive sore point for me.

"You should have been there Joe, when I was crowned the winner, your wife here was merely an afterthought" Mackensie returned the personal attacks in retribution for my words earlier.  "Actually...it's a shame you and I didn't meet first Joe" Kensie gestured towards my husband, having gone too far this time. Breathing through the flashes of anger, I reminded myself that this was simply performance art.  "It's just that Mackensie twists the knife in so deep.  She's way too skilled at this" I told myself silently.  Mounting a response, "My recollection Kensie, is that you cheated to win that contest...since you can't compete with me otherwise", I said in reply, drawing an indignant laugh from my rival.

Taking charge of the scene again, Mackensie continued, "Anyway, us girls were on our shopping trip last week....but you knew that already Joe", she stopped to wink at my husband. "We just loved this one lingerie set so much.....oh you saw it, right?", Mackensie referenced the photoshoot sent for his viewing pleasure.  "Both Lacey and I decided we must have it" Mackensie said seductively.  I was no longer sure if Mackensie meant she "must have" the lingerie set or my husband's cock.  "But maybe you can help us settle another debate Joe?" Mackensie batted her eyelashes at him. 

Taking Mackensie's cue, we both seductively undid our belts, still holding eye contact as the silk robes descended towards the floor.  The silk subtly brushed over our smooth tanned skin, sliding off our feminine figures.  Coming into focus was the familiar dark red lingerie consisting of a lacey corset and garter belt strapped to sexy stockings, in a reveal that moved in slow motion.  Joe audibly gasped at the vision before him, having preferred women in lingerie over completely naked.  "Lingerie leaves something to the imagination" my husband once told me, "plus it's something to grab onto", he amused himself.

"Now that we're here in the flesh....tell us Joe.  Who looks better in lingerie?" Mackensie purred at him, still taking the lead. Not one to be submissive, I asserted myself by running a hand along my long sexy legs, feeling the smooth stocking and drawing Joe's attention. "I think we both know who he prefers Mackensie. In fact, I can still taste victory", I announced impressed with my clever remark.  "I don't know about that Lace" Mackensie retorted, cupping her voluptuous tits, "I just don't see how you....stack up against me", referencing her victory in the wet t-shirt contest.

"Well...tell us Joe.  You've been awfully quiet dodging all these questions" I asked my husband playfully.   Instead of stammering this time however, Joe pressed his newfound confidence in sharing his inner desires.  "You know Lace...I can't decide who looks better in the lingerie....but perhaps we can see how you two ladies stack up, as Mackensie put it" my husband slyly suggested.  "Ohhh" Mackensie and I both reacted in unison.  "A tit fight Joe?" I asked seductively, pretending I was unfamiliar with the term, but fully aware of his implication since finding the folder on his computer. "Tit fight sounds like my specialty" Mackensie playfully pressed her chest against mine for a little flesh on flesh preview.

"You know, I did notice a bottle of baby oil" Mackensie exaggerated the sway her lingerie-clad hips back and forth towards the bathroom countertop to retrieve it.  Joe's eye lit up at the mere mention of our curvaceous tits colliding while glistening with baby oil.  Dangling the bottle towards me, "Lace, want to do the honors or shall I?" Mackensie asked.  Grabbing it from her with authority, I lifted my long flowing hair overhead and raised the baby oil over my ample cleavage.  "Ahhh" I exhaled as the slick lubricant ran down my heaving chest held up by the lacey corset. 

Watching my beautiful tits now shimmering in the city lights seeping into the penthouse, it was Mackensie's turn to perform the same ritual. "I'll need to pour a more generous amount, since I'm bigger up top, right Joe?" Mackensie hurled another catty comment.  Sizing up the oiled slippery goddess across from one another, we caressed the dripping oil into our heavenly bodies, panting with arousal from its sweet scent. In all honesty, I wanted revenge on Mackensie, the so-called 'conquering wet t-shirt queen' from all those years ago.  This was my chance at retribution, putting my tits to the test against Kensie's yet again.

An idea came to mind, "What if we start out with 'no hands allowed' Joe? I asked in reference to our favorite blowjob challenge. "Not to be confused with the 'no hands' challenge where I swallowed your cock Joe.  You do remember that Mackensie, don't you?", I directed the catty comment directly at her. In doing so however, I pushed the sorest of sore losers too far, immediately regretting my comment. "Actually Lace....what if we upped the ante a bit", Mackensie donned a devious smirk, "The winner wraps their abundant assets around that big trophy", Mackensie hinted at the prize, having raised the stakes.  Joe looked back and forth at us ladies, his eyes naturally wandering towards our glistening cleavage.

Yours truly returned an indignant laugh at my rival.  "Why Mackensie, that's one of Joe's favorites.  I'm happy to show you the proper form", I retorted certain of victory.  In our sex life, Joe had slid his thick cock between my perky tits no doubt hundreds of times. He loved that my mouth was free for dirty talk while feeling the warm slippery pleasure engulfing his manhood.  Now with Mackensie standing before him in the sexiest lingerie set, I'm certain Joe's mind wandered....as did his cock, between her perfect 32 double Ds.  "Imagine the scene, Mackensie having another front row seat to our intimate carnal acts", I thought internally, already planning my victory party. 

Taking Mackensie's hand in mine, I playfully offered "Join me on the bed Kensie?".  Mackensie interlaced her fingers in mine, "I thought you'd never ask Lace.  After you", as I tugged her along.  I led the way towards the plush king sized bed, which served as the latest arena in our catty competition. Taking a slight detour, I brushed my body against Joe's, running my hand slowly across his bulge.  Mackensie, still behind me with her hand clasped in mine, announced "Save that for me Joe, after I put Lacey in her place" in the seductive way only she could.

Climbing onto the bed from opposite ends, we slithered our way towards each, crawling on hands and knees until coming face to face.  Joe sensed the sexually charged tension in the air, "Are they going to kiss or fight?" he wondered.  That was until Mackensie and I scowled at each other, chest to chest and kneeling on the bed with hands on our hips, adjusting our stockings and garter belts in preparation for conflict.  To break the tense silence, Mackensie asserted "And may the best tits win", equally certain of victory as yours truly. 

Once again, we turned to Joe for approval to begin our titanic battle.  Before nodding to signal the start, Joe demanded "Hands behind your back ladies" in his deep masculine voice that sent shivers down my spine.  Mackensie and I obediently adopted the posture, both looking upwards at him with a pout and batting our eyelashes, as if to say "Can we please fight over your cock now?".  Satisfied there would be no hands allowed, Joe nodded for the show to commence.

The erotic sight of his slick wife's body colliding with a glistening Mackensie was almost too much to bear for Joe...almost.  "Lacey and Mackensie are so evenly matched" my husband thought to himself, distracted by the audible sound of tit flesh smacking. Fighting the urge to use our hands, I thrust my heavy chest into my slippery rival's, knocking Mackensie backwards from her kneeling position onto her ass. In response, Kensie rose again and returned the attack by forcefully pressing her tits into mine. 

The weight of Mackensie's body caused me to momentarily lose my balance and fall backwards. Landing on my back in a panic, I struggled to free my hands from being pinned against the bed. Before I could react, another audible smack of flesh on flesh rang out.  Mackensie had yours truly trapped in a full body pin, our bodies perfectly aligned from head to toe. I whimpered in a desperate attempt to break free, "Ugh, get off of me".  "Don't like being pinned down, do you Lace?" Mackensie taunted.

Mackensie turned towards my husband, "Like the view Joe?", as she sensually slid her oiled tits left and right over mine in a form of erotic dominance.  Kensie intertwined her legs with mine, trapping me against any attempted escape.  "Oh you're not going anywhere Lace" she warned, our tits ballooning in size as they struggled against each other. Still laying prone on my back, my natural tits appeared flattened in comparison to Mackensie's voluptuous body in the dominant position. "Look at mine overpowering your wife's Joe", she continued her revenge tour.

"Mackensie is really getting into this performance" I thought to myself, squirming underneath her oiled body. Left with no options, I freed my hands to clench Kensie by the hair, yanking her head upwards and forcing her back to reflexively arch. "So much for no hands allowed" I grunted to myself. "Ugh you bitch", Kensie cried out, caught off guard by my dirty tactic. Mackensie responded by clutching my brunette locks, but this particular pull was anything the gentle tug we'd agreed to beforehand. "My hair....Mackensie let go of my hair", I pouted, feeling the very real sting of her aggressive yanking.

Desperation set in from Mackensie's weight straddling me, but I somehow found the strength to turn the tables. Rolling Kenise over, I pounced on top of her body, our hands never yielding their grips on each other's hair.  Skin smacked together as an audible thud sounded from my curvaceous body landing on top of my rival's.  I glanced over at Joe for approval of my furious comeback, then started grinding my hips into Mackensie's body laying underneath mine in an attempt to humiliate her.  As my hips undulated on top of my fallen prey, I deemed it only fair to return a form of erotic dominance Mackensie had employed. "See that Joe....the best woman and now the best tits", I basked in the glory of Mackensie's whimpering below me.

Apparently, I didn't learn my lesson from the first round of personal attacks on my friend here.  With her ego unable to handle any further taunting, Mackensie surged from the bed as I continued to grind against her, catching me off guard. With a well timed thrust of her hips, Mackensie wildly bucked my body off of hers.  I used all my strength in an attempt to keep her pinned beneath me, but my grip failed on her slippery wrists. Mackensie and I tumbled together, coming to a rest in the kneeling position again, facing off in another stalemate.

In the midst of the wild fury, one of my tits popped out of the corset, exposing my full firm slippery breasts.  "You cheating bitch" Mackensie shouted, grabbing the top of my corset to expose the other breast.  I retaliated by clawing at Mackensie's top, yanking it down forcefully so that it rendered us both topless.  What started as an erotic sensual tit fight had quickly devoved into an all-out catfight between prideful women.

Up until this point, I hadn't experienced the level of ferociousness that Mackensie was capable of. That is until she swung her hand wildly, slapping across both my tits so that it stung in pain.  "Owwww Mackensie", my reaction revealed how surprised I was from the attack that left a red handprint on my beautiful breast.  Reeling in agony still, I instinctively cupped my luscious tits to protect them from further damage.  My eye caught the look of shock on Joe's face, who was uncertain if us ladies were still acting at this point. 

Still distracted by my husband, Mackensie seized the advantage by pushing down on my back yet again.  Kensie slithered on top, only this time with her bare tits meeting mine, unencumbered by lace lingerie.  I had assumed that at some point Kensie would defer to me winning, after all we were merely acting.  Plus, Joe was my husband....and the stakes for this round were indeed high. A realization of horror flashed in my mind, as Mackensie crawled up my body until her heavy tits hovered over my face.

"Wait...I was supposed to win" I tried to protest, unable to speak clearly through the fleshy mounds covering my mouth.  The muffled sound of my voice was ignored, as Mackensie grabbed the back of my head by the hair, pulling me further into her voluptuous tits.  My thoughts wandered again, to the painful imagery of Mackensie's evil victorious laugh as she slid Joe's cock between her for the first time.  I tried grabbing onto her garter belt in desperation, but by this point, was completely at the mercy of my romantic rival.

"Oh Lace" Mackensie laughed devilishly, "just like spring break, defeated by my tits again babe".  Mackensie mimicked my crying as I continued to squirm beneath her, struggling for air.  Not done with her taunts, she turned to my husband, "Joe, I believe this is called a tit smother?", she asked, knowing full well the name.  Mackensie shook her slippery tits side to side, still cupping the back of my head to grind face further.  "Looks like I'll be smothering that trophy in just a moment", Kensie arrogantly predicted given her dominant position.

The familiar unexplainable mix of jealousy and arousal filled me once again, resigned to the fact Mackensie would triumph.  The full weight of disappointment bruised my ego, not unlike what Mackensie endured previously.  I kicked myself for not matching her level of aggression, knowing full well that Mackensie would attempt to humiliate me in retribution.  What really stung though....another loss in the battle of tits, which had haunted me for many years.  And now, Mackensie still retained bragging rights, although I still swear I have nicer tits.  Then again, Joe was about to find out whose he preferred.

"Who's the better woman now Lace?" Mackensie taunted, turning my own words against me.  "How could you be the better woman when my tits are clearly superior?" she questioned, openly mocking me.  But Mackensie's revenge tour had only just begun, I prepared myself to feel her full wrath.  Finally relinquishing the tit smother, I gasped for air, trying to find enough breath to utter "Mackensie, what the hell was that?" in protest.  Before I could however, Kensie's hand dug into my long brunette locks, leading me off the king size bed and towards the floor. 

Completely defeated by this point, I landed on hands and knees, my hair still held captive by my cruel rival.  Imagine the humiliation I felt as Mackensie dragged me around by the hair, walking me like a dog in front of my husband. "Look at your lovely wife now Joe, not so confident anymore, is she?" Mackensie continued. Cruelly dragging me by the long locks further, we reached the chair where Joe sat watching our sensual duel.

I held my head down in shame at the feet of my husband, who was now standing over me, too humiliated to even look up at him.  Mackensie of course twisted the knife further, "I'm here for my trophy. And I dragged along Miss Second Place", she gestured down towards me.  Finally mustering up the courage make eye contact with Joe, he had the look of compassion for his disheveled wife with tears in her eyes, mascara running down her defeated face. I gave him a knowing nod, as if to say "it's ok honey", understanding his cock would plunge between Mackensie's awaiting tits shortly. An uncertain anxiety crept in my mind, would I be aroused or in a jealous rage watching the erotic act unfolding in front of me, in what was once all mine. 

"On your knees, both of you" Joe demanded in his assertive voice.  Mackensie obediently responded to the deep voice as if weak in her knees, ready and eager to exact revenge. I suddenly realized it had been many years since Joe felt the pleasure of another woman.  "Trust me Lace, you're the best I've ever had", my husband would often tell me, reassuring my insecurities with his soothing words.  I'd often wonder about his past lovers, sometimes prying him with questions. "What did they look like, how did my body compare, who made you cum the hardest....could any of them suck your cock like I can?", all ran through my head.

Although I'd never admit to Joe, at times I'd pleasure myself to the visual of him in acts of passion with a romantic rival, not that I ever expected to witness it.  The vivid dreams of jealousy triggered my competitive side, encouraging my obedient submission to Joe, who'd have his way with my body. Now kneeling beside the one woman who could rival my sensuality, I'd be forced to endure the vivid dreams come to life, to my horror.....or was it to my arousal?

"I'll need to get these oiled up again for you Joe", Mackensie turned towards me to say, cupping her tits while showing off her ample cleavage.  Both combatants now topless and compliantly kneeling, I endured the spectacle of Mackensie drizzling the slippery oil all over her, slowly cascading down her curvaceous chest. "Oh my god Lace, imagine how good it will feel for Joe", she continued the well-deserved taunts. 

Mackensie crossed her arms, pushing her tits together without use of her hands so that it created an inviting crease.  Joe confidently towered over her, but did not break eye contact with yours truly. "Was he getting off from his wife watching this forbidden act?" I thought to myself silently, bracing for the initial entrance.  With Mackensie highlighting her delicious slippery cleavage, she tugged Joe by the balls, slowly guiding his cock underneath her yearning tits. My mouth opened wide with a gasp, partially at the erotic visual but also from Mackensie's conquering of what was once solely mine.   

As the head of his cock slowly entered the slippery warm confines of her tits, Joe leaned back and groaned in ecstasy.  Mackensie indulged her prize moving along at a deliberately slow pace, with her head turned towards yours truly, eyes fixed on me.  Her preference was to savor the look of anguish on my face, proud of her voluptuous tits defeating mine. Mackensie motioned her arms together, tightening the firm clamp around Joe's manhood, claiming my husband's cock in triumph.
 
"Oh Lace, you get to have this cock all the time?  I'd be so jealous if it weren't all mine now" Mackensie cruelly taunted me.  "Maybe you'll have a chance to win it back....that is, if you're woman enough to", she hinted at a decisive third encounter. The personal demeaning dialogue wasn't exactly what we agreed to beforehand, with Mackensie taking creative liberties.  Another fit of jealous rage shot through my body, observing the head of my husband's cock repeatedly appear through the top of Mackensie's glistening tits.  For the sake of performance, I played the part of the defeated romantic rival, pouting my lower lip to Joe as a jealous victim. "But that's my husband.....my cock" I whimpered softly, drawing an evil laugh from Mackensie who picked up the pace.

"Oh it's yours...is it Lace?" she momentarily grabbed Joe's cock, freeing it from fleshy restraints. Mackensie held my husband's engorged member from the base, jiggling it to show me its girth as if showing off her new toy.  "Maybe I'll share a little....after all, this used to belong to you" she purred devilishly.  Joe finally chimed in, "Hand behind your back Lace" he demanded with authority, to which I eagerly complied.  "No hands, remember Lace? You seem to have forgotten during our catfight honey", Mackensie reminded, putting me in my rightful place.

Kensie tightened her grip on the trophy and motioned it over to my body, tapping it on my exposed tits with a heavy thud.  I've never been more humiliated and turned on at the same time, while Mackensie continued toying with me.  She smacked her prize with force against my big tits a few times, making them jiggle from the force of the blows. Mackensie then cupped my slippery tits together, while my hands still remained behind my back.  I assumed my husband's cock was returning home where it belonged, but Mackensie had other ideas.  Wagging her finger at me, "No no no Lace...this is only for the better pair" she cruelly announced, greedily pulling Joe's cock back, her perfect tits engulfing Joe's manhood once more.

Mackensie cupped his balls again, pulling on them in a maneuver that Joe loves.  "Did I mention that to her at one point?" I asked myself.  Joe moaned out in heavenly pleasure, inching ever closer to blowing a second huge load, but this time for Mackensie....the first time in a long time he'd cum from another woman. "Lace, he's getting closer", Kensie told me as if I couldn't tell, "I'll be nice this time, I promise. Since he's your husband, we can share his big load" she claimed with sincerity.  Turning towards me, my rival pressed her glistening tits into mine once again. 

Still clutching Joe's cock, she slid his member into the small crevice between our heavenly tits compacted together.  Mackensie pulled me into her, trapping Joe in a bear hug between the two women who did battle for him.  With the pace of his breathing quickened, Mackensie pulled out his cock to stroke it seductively, in close proximity to my face.  She pointed his cock directly at our luscious tits pressed together, yearning to share his sticky load between us.  With a guttural groan, Joe began to convulse, basking in the glory of another draining of his balls. 

Only this time, it was Mackensie who broke her promise.  As streams of his cum shot in the air, Mackensie pulled my husband's cock towards her direction only, robbing me of the sticky prize as she laughed maniacally at my humiliation.  Warm sticky cum covered every inch of her already glistening tits, while one volley shot so far that it dripped from her chin.  "Oh my god, he got it on her face" I cried silently, tears filling me eyes.  Mackensie lapped it up with her tongue, donning a devious smile as a droplet fell from her chin to land on my yearning tits.  "It was all for me Lace, your tits didn't deserve any" she taunted. 

It was my turn to retreat to the bathroom in embarrassment, having my ego completely shattered at the hands...and tits....of my supposed best friend.  Closing the door, I cried just loud enough that Joe and Mackensie could hear, in another Oscar worthy performance.  Naturally, I was wounded by the unforgiving erotic contest but was so hot from the sexually-charged encounter.  "I want more...we're not done here yet" I told myself in the mirror, fixing my disheveled hair and running mascara, vowing revenge as it had been cruelly exacted on me. 

Hearing a knock on the door, I couldn't muster an answer, still too humiliated to speak.  The door slowly swung open, with Mackensie appearing no longer in character of the 'conquering wet t-shirt queen'.  "Lace...." she began, "Save it Mackensie, there's no need to apologize" I cut her off, wiping away tears.  I refused to let Kensie see me cry, since she'd get off from triumphantly claiming my husband, even for just a few minutes. "We should be taking a bow for tonight's performance Kensie." I giggled to her to lighten the mood, "You'd think this catfight was for real the way we're selling it".   

"Lace, I have to admit, I can't believe how aroused I am after all this. And did you see Joe's face" Mackensie tried to gently empathize with her defeated friend.  "Apologies if I took that last scene too far, I thought I'd return the favor" she smiled, making us both laugh.  "But now it's getting late" she comforted me with a hug, still with Joe's sticky cum on her bare tits, "I should really go". 

With another devious smile towards Mackensie, I popped my hips out to place my hands on them, "Oh you're not going anywhere honey", I stated playfully, "Who said were we done?" I hinted at a third decisive challenge ahead.  Mackensie playfully mimicked my posture in turn, "I thought you'd never ask Lace....now, let's decide once and for all...who is indeed the better woman".
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I would never presume to tell an author what to do with their creation.  That said, sometimes two old friends simply need a knock down drag out catfight to get it out of their system and really fulfill everyone's fantasy.  Can't wait to see how this ends.  Or continues.  You have some great side stories to go down afterwards. 

oh boy it's about to turn serious. their friendship is at stake here.

Quote from: TinaR on September 24, 2024, 10:29:10 AM
I would never presume to tell an author what to do with their creation.  That said, sometimes two old friends simply need a knock down drag out catfight to get it out of their system and really fulfill everyone's fantasy.  Can't wait to see how this ends.  Or continues.  You have some great side stories to go down afterwards.

Thank you.  Yes, I wasn't originally planning on sequels, but there are many scores to be settled still

HYPED FOR MORE

Quote from: emmaduncxn on September 25, 2024, 03:59:24 AM
HYPED FOR MORE

No doubting this statement. I have a favorite and think she could take out the competition in short order in a real contest with just head to head best woman wins so I can't wait to see where this goes.

This is just great!

Part XV (continued):

"Will Lacey ever forgive me for fucking her best friend's tits?" Joe wondered to himself, still energized from the erotic battle over him.  "I need another drink before I check on the wife" he dreaded the required apology, with his sticky cum yet to dry on my rival's tits. Making his way back to the living room, Joe left consolation duties in Mackensie's capable hands for now, instead opting to refill his tumbler with bourbon.

"This could be a while" he sighed at the thought of us ladies reconciling, while also noticing an electronic device left on the end table.  "Why not?" Joe chuckled to himself, activating the power switch and commencing the download of his birthday gift.  With the sound of running water coming from the master bathroom, Joe couldn't resist a second helping of tonight's festivities. "I'll have to review the film with Lacey at some point", as if he were a football coach breaking down the opponent's weaknesses.

Launching the now downloaded file, Joe viewed an alternative angle of the dream scenario from not long ago. "Maybe I can show Lacey and Mackensie one of my scripts" he thought in hopes of an encore performance, "best that I wait for the right time" resigned to the fact that he'd pressed his luck far enough.  The media player launched with tonight's security footage as Joe queued it up to the exact spot where Mackensie, Rebecca and myself had encircled him.  Poor naive Rebecca unknowingly incited the questions game, prompting the unanswerable question of who looked better in our sexy black cocktail dresses.

Joe sped through the video, moving past the departing guests towards the end of the party.  My husband noted the timestamp where Mackensie crept into the living to blindfold him from behind. Reliving the sexy lapdance from another angle, Joe could still smell the sweet scent of Kensie's intoxicating perfume.  Only this time, my husband witnessed my entrance into the living room, which escaped his distracted attention the first time, and with good reason.  As I stumbled upon the scene of the crime, Joe thought ,"Wow look at Lacey, she's actually trying not to laugh, but I can tell she's upset with me....or is she pissed off at Mackensie?".

In a case of art imitating life, Joe watched his device while I pouted my way from the bathroom.  Leaving a trail of tears towards my husband seated on the sofa, the video simultaneously reached the initial showdown with Mackensie.  As any guilty person would.....Joe slammed the laptop closed and made a futile attempt to hide it behind a pillow. Hoping I wouldn't notice through my teary-eyed cries with hands covering my face, Joe was completely caught off guard. "Lace, are you ok babe?" he asked in earnest.  Without replying, I snuggled up to my husband on the sofa to console me.  While he embraced me with big hulking arms, I professed, "I'm so sorry Joe.  I did my best for you", playing the part of the helpless victim in defeat. 

"Lace, are you kidding me?  I love you and everything you've done for me tonight", he insisted, squeezing me ever tighter.  My wet hair settled on his shoulder as he felt my moist robe against his body.  Removing the towel from my head, I shook out my wild hair, as it rained a tiny mist on my husband.  Pretending I was still a broken woman, I insisted "I promise it will never happen again babe, I feel so humiliated by Mackensie", continuing my performance and hinting at another potential fantasy session, which definitely caught his attention.

Joe tightened his arms around me to console his defeated warrior, taking in the familiar sweet scent of body lotion applied all over my body. "Lacey...you were merely acting with Mackensie, right?" my husband implored, not entirely certain the event was staged, but also dying for the intimate details of our scheme.  Sensing his enthusiasm to know more, I continued to shed tears while explaining I gave a valiant effort but in the end, fell just short.  Thanks to tonight's events, I now understood part of Joe's fetish was the catfight itself, but in addition, he really enjoyed the aftermath of the victor taunting her defeated rival.

"What exactly were you and Mackensie doing for so long in that bathroom babe?  I heard the shower running".  Still fighting off the tears, but sensing an opportunity to tease him, I explained "We were washing away our sins honey, but Mackensie was all sticky with...." I cried unable to finish the sentence.  "We had a long conversation about our friendship, told each other 'I love you' and even laughed about the absurd lengths we'd taken tonight's show for you", I explained, my demeanor slowly starting to normalize. 

Joe assumed the explanation ended there, however I pressed on, "Mackensie went into the shower first...you know because you made a big mess on her Joe" I raised my eyebrows and cracked a small smile for the first time. Getting the desired reaction from my husband, I continued "Then she unexpectedly slid the shower door open to invite me in...you know so us girls could reconcile our differences", Joe sat up straighter on the sofa, intent on hearing more. With the mood taking a turn, my hand found the familiar protruding bulge in my husband's boxer briefs, apparently still eager despite being pushed to the point of exhaustion. 

"Don't be shy Lace, come on in" I relayed Mackensie's words to Joe.  "With her back to me, I watched the water cascade down her curves, her slick wet hair gathering on her shoulders.  Then she gracefully flipped her hair back, sending droplets of water landing on my body." I teased him mercilessly.  With another squeeze of his awakened cock, I said "We switched places so I could feel the warm water on my body.  Then Mackensie sensually soaped up her voluptuous body.  Now that I think of it Joe...her and I really are equally matched", I played on his favorite theme.

"Joe, you know I'm straight, but how can you not appreciate the body of a goddess...oh wait, you already showed your appreciation, directly on her" we both smiled at my sexual innuendo.  "And then..." Joe implored to know more.  "Then Mackensie and I both apologized for taking things too far, although it did make for a better show....didn't it Joe?", I teased knowing the answer. 

What I didn't share with Joe was the final topic of conversation discussed in the warm cascading water. My mind wandered back just a few minutes ago, "It's me who should apologize Kensie....but now", I smiled at my rival, "shall we discuss round three?".  Temptation to mention this to Joe gripped me, but couldn't bring myself to ruin the final surprise.
Quickly changing the topic, I asked "Why are you sitting so stiff Joe?" I interrogated my husband, knowing him all too well.  My husband gestured to the bulge in his pants, "Aren't you holding my stiffness honey?" he tried to hide his intentions.  "No, you're hiding something from me", I announced know full well he wasn't forthcoming, my eyes darting around the room to look for clues.  Catching a shiny gleam behind Joe from the sofa, I pulled the pillow off to find a still warm electronic device. 

"Ohhhh what's this honey?" I playfully feigned shock. "Were you watching something without me?" I continued the tease.  Joe stammered for the words to his alibi, but was caught red-handed when I opened the device to the still image of Mackensie and I in a staredown, both in our sexy cocktail dresses.  Grabbing hold of his cock again, it was considerably harder than before, throbbing at the idea of rewatching his fantasy, only this time with his loving wife's commentary.

"This was a happier time Joe, when I was still undefeated" I smiled at him, hinting at both my triumphant victory over Mackensie and then devastating loss to her.  I softly whispered my warm breath into his ear, asking him if he liked watching us catfight over his cock.  "Did you like when we tugged on each other's hair babe?  It was all for you Joe", the sweet siren song of my words echoed as we watched together.  "Oh no, Mackensie is on top of me" I pouted in distress, mercilessly teasing him.

"Lace, watching this with you is so hot.  Although, we don't have to watch the rematch", he hinted at Mackensie taking what was mine.  I insisted though, "We should watch whatever turns you on babe", stroking my finger gently up and down the bulge in his boxer briefs. Then I pursed my lips with a girlish pout, "If only Mackensie were still here...so we could finally settle this catfight over you", to which Joe gasped for a breath.

Joe's head tilted back with his eyes closed in pure pleasure, the dulcet tone of my soothing voice narrated the sexy confrontation.  Still gripping his hard cock in my hand, I awakened Joe from his hypnotic trance, "Open your eyes honey", I asked sweetly.  To his stunned surprise, proudly standing in front of him was Mackensie, the conquering queen in all her glory, fresh out of the shower.  Her body was wrapped in towels, with ample amounts of smooth tanned skin still visible.  Mackensie shimmied the moist towel through her hair, pulling it off to reveal her wet and wild brunette locks in a similar state to mine. 

"Are you two lovebirds watching something", she grinned devilishly.  "Lace, I was waiting for you to come finish our shower" Mackensie teased, apparently declaring a truce between us. "Did I miss something?", she gestured indignantly to my greedy hands marking what was once my territory.  "Excuse me Lacey, but I believe that belongs to me now" she reminded me in a seductive way.  Still rubbing the genie in his bottle, I turned to my husband, "Do you have a third wish honey?" I batted my eyelashes at him. Before he could respond, I held my finger to his lips to stop him, "No, let me guess Joe", then stood slowly to meet Mackensie once again, "Get comfortable again honey, I'm reclaiming what is rightfully mine", clutching his throbbing bulge one last time.

Joe watched moist towels descending to the floor, gently rolling off the goddesses standing before him.  Only this time, the warriors opted for ritualistic armor of a different sort....no black cocktail dress, no dark red lacey lingerie....only tanned flesh, smooth naked skin still wet from their steamy shower.  This was femininity in its most primal form, poised for confrontation over the prized alpha male. Our curves glistened in the illuminated rays of city lights from the Manhattan skyline, as Mackensie and I stood off once again.  Only this time our staredown remained silent as we sized our rival up for the decisive battle.

Truth be told, the last clash with Mackensie had rattled my once unshakable confidence. My thoughts drifted back to Mackensie straddling my body, unable to break free from her restraints as she cruelly mocked me.  "Am I even capable of matching her strength and ferocity?", I wondered to myself while standing face to face with her in the nude.  Mackensie returned a knowing sly smile, fully aware of my doubts in defeating her woman to woman.  Her posture displayed a sultry arrogance, with her head held high and chest out, brimming with self-assuredness.  My rival could smell the crisis of conscious emanating from my inner monologue.

Attempting to fire up my competitive spirit, I harkened back to Mackensie pleading for mercy in our initial clash.  My hands gripped her hair from behind as her body helplessly flailed beneath mine in defeat.  "Yes, I give. Let go of my hair now Lace" Mackensie had begged in humiliation.  With my body language adopting a more confidence posture, I stepped closer to my rival, our tits now pressed together again.  Mackensie of course looked down at the challenge issued, "Are you sure you want to do that again Lace?" she taunted at a sore spot for me.

Electric tension filled the room with anticipation, gesturing to Joe for his nod of approval to begin.  "Please babe...just one more catfight" begging in a sexy way my husband loved.  Mackensie added "Just one more fight over your cock Joe?", she pleaded as a pouty question. With his signal to commence, a burst of energy coursed through my veins as our nude bodies collided in primal combat. 

Our bodies clashed with force, intertwined in mere seconds, making it clear that the scripted nature of our previous fights was indeed over. The feminine panting and pouting had become feral snarls of anguish, while light tugging of our long locks by the roots was replaced by outright yanking of hair.  Joe's eyes widened in a mixture of arousal and concern that one of us ladies would end up seriously battered, whereas previously only our egos had been bruised.

A faint glow of sweat adhered our bodies together in close quarters, with neither of us equally matched hellcats gaining an initial advantage.  The grappling continued as we tumbled sideways to the floor, our bodies making a large thud against the plush carpet.  Once again in a stalemate, Mackensie and I struggled to mount our rival by flailing our long silky legs.  Amongst the grunting and wailing of cries, the high stakes loomed in my mind during the heat of battle, the victor claiming ownership of my husband's cock once and for all.

Mackensie resorted to her own dirty tactics this time, digging her long nails into the fleshly curve of my feminine curvaceous hips.  I screeched in agony from the stinging sensation, while Kensie used the grip as a handle to turn me over on my stomach.  Lying prone and completely helpless face down on the floor, Mackensie pinned her body on top of mine.  The weight of her heavy tits pressed into my back, her hands clasped my wrists for full control of my body. 

Turning my head to take a breather, Mackensie's warm breath echoed in my ear, "You're not so tough when the catfight is real, are you Lace?", she taunted but not loud enough for Joe to hear. "Don't worry, I'll let you win to keep your husband here", she assured me.  "Just know that I am the better woman.  And I could have your husband if I wanted to", she continued taunting with her evil laugh at my expense.  Joe sat up in concern at this point, wondering if my safety was at stake, but also curious if his wife had any fight left in her.

Again my thoughts drifted to our reconciliation in the shower after my first humiliation at the hands of Mackensie.  "You've had your fun now Mackensie, but remember this is my husband on his birthday" I reminded her as we embraced under the running water.  "Think you can put your ego aside for round three?" I asked raising my eyebrows.  "Anything for you Lace", she swore a familiar line in an unconvincing tone.

With renewed focus on my current trapped predicament, my hair pulled back in Mackensie's clutches as my back arched, all of my insecurities came flooding back. "Was Mackensie indeed more woman than me?  Were her tits actually better than mine? Did she please my husband more than I ever could?  And most importantly, was my best friend superior to me in every way", were among the questions echoing through my mind.

Mackensie turned towards Joe continuing her taunts, "Joe, after I finish off your wife here yet again, I was thinking you could fuck me from behind?" she left the question hanging in the balance to my husband.  Enraged from Kensie's comments, I took advantage of her being distracted, reaching upwards to grasp a handful of her long brunette locks, in a last desperate attempt to turn the tables.  Mackensie shrieked as I yanked her to the floor by her hair alone, with her naked body tugged along. 

Joe's eyes widened at the battling vixens tumbling to the ground, tits and ass jiggling in all their naked glory struggling for an advantage. The panting of feminine cries echoed in the penthouse as we rolled on top of each other multiple times.  Ever astute in the art of staged catfights, Mackensie willingly playing her part as the villain, naturally embracing the role. Ultimately she landed on her back to allow yours truly to settle on top in a dominant position. Imagine the torture inflicted on Mackensie's soul to throw this catfight, having made her dominance clear with the whispered taunts at my expense.  Perhaps she was furthering my humiliation by taking pity on me.

Body to naked body once again, our skin stuck to each other, chests heaving to catch our breath from the heat of battle.  As I pinned Mackensie's arms back overhead, our eyes locked as we stared in silence.  "Thank you" I softly mouthed the words in silence to my best friend lying trapped underneath, out of Joe's view.  In retaliation for Mackensie nearly suffocating me with her giant tits, I returned the favor, burying her face between my ample cleavage.  "Get a closer look Mackensie" I taunted, pulling her tighter into my body.  Her muffled cries rang out but fell on deaf ears. "I told you my tits were better Joe" I announced arrogantly towards my husband.

Not quite done with my revenge, I swung my hips upwards to sit on my Mackensie's chest in a dominant schoolgirl pin.  I'm certain Joe enjoyed the visual of his wife straddling the chest and shoulders of another beautiful woman, since his private collection included many instances of the technique.  Now trapped, Mackensie pouted and pleaded "Get off of me, please Lace", attempting to thrust me off as her strength faded.  "Hear that Joe? She's asking pretty please. How humiliating Mackensie", I added the stinging words.

Mackensie ceased any resistance, resigned to being at my mercy.  I placed my hands on hips and taunted "I'll tell you what Mackensie, I'll let you up....as soon as you admit who the better woman is".  Mackensie's ego refused to answer the question, instead attempting an escape one last time, flailing her arms and legs in vain to break free which only drew out her humiliation.  "I can sit here all night", I gestured towards her nude body beneath mine, to my husband's delight.  "Joe, I can't wait to watch the video of this catfight with you", I continued as Mackensie pouted, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

"Remind me what you suggested Mackensie", I stated in a catty way, "I was thinking you could fuck me from behind....I think was your quote", smiling devilishly at my rival pinned beneath me.  Wagging my finger at Joe, I called him over to our naked bodies on the plush carpet.  In my poutiest voice, I pursed my lips, "Joe...won't you please fuck the better woman from behind?.....Hard enough so Mackensie here can feel it", I played on his every desire.  Grabbing my husband's noticeable bulge through his boxer briefs, I announced "See Mackensie, his cock is mine....all mine", repeating my Joe's favorite motto.

Joe stepped towards the entwined warriors, watching me gather myself on hands and knees in doggystyle hovering over Kensie's defeated body.  My luscious tits gently brushed Mackensie's face, who tried to angle for a better view of Joe freeing his thick cock from its restraints.  My husband caressed the sexy arch of my back, ran his hands down the curves of my hips and then reach a finger to feel for my wet clit.  I let out a gasp from his touch, with my warm breath blowing against strands of Mackensie's brunette hair.  Feeling his commanding presence behind me, his hands firmly gripped my ass as he lined up his cock with my aching wet pussy.  Joe teased me first, pressing his thick cock against my round ass cheeks, causing me to whimper in anticipation.

Interrupting my taunts, "Too bad you'll never feel his cock inside you Kensie....Ohhhhh" I stammered for the words with my eyes closed.  Joe had finally rewarded the winner with the ultimate prize, entering me slowly but leaving me wanting more.   A warmth enveloped my eager body as he pulled his cock out, relishing in the power he held over yours truly.  "Please Joe...please more...it's all mine" I pleaded.  Mackensie's eyes avoided mine, refusing to acknowledge my victory party at her expense.

My defeated rival suddenly felt my weight shift on top of her, as the sound of slapping flesh echoed.  Joe claimed my body yet again, driving his cock deep inside so that a wave tunneled through our three connected bodies.  Kensie watched Joe's strong hands aggressively grip my hips, using them as handles to fuck me with forceful dominance.  The repetitive sound of Joe's cock pounding me deep served as a constant reminder of defeat for Mackensie, now streaming tears as she was rendered a helpless observer. Adding to her humiliation, I synchronized the pounding noise with "Mine.....Mine....Mine", repeatedly celebrating my triumph. 

While Joe's hulking arms engulfed my body with possessive force, my head tilted back in ecstasy. "Look at me Mackensie" I insisted, still with her head turned in disgust at the erotic scene above her. Grabbing her long brunette locks, I forced Mackensie to watch me reclaim my husband.  "I said look at me", struggling for the words against the waves of pleasure.

With a look of anguish on Mackensie's face, a single tear streamed down her cheek. Furthering her humiliation, my hips rhythmically rocked back against Joe, brushing lightly against Kensie's nude body.  Joe's punishing rhythm mingled with the sounds of my embellished moans, "He's going go cum for me Mackensie", I announced.
"Mine...Mine...Mine" I continued in perfect synch with each thrust, the loud puckering sound of him fucking me good and hard. Donning a wicked smirk, I arched my back to invite him in deeper. An intense passion filled the air as our three bodies moved together in an erotic dance, in primal cruelty. Reaching a climax, I leaned forward to whisper in Mackensie's ear, "Always remember, his cock is all mine" while I shivered in orgasmic ecstasy. 

In full conquest of my body, my husband watched his lovely wife quiver on his throbbing cock.  The visual made Joe's breath grow ever shallower, his movements more erratic, his grip tightening on my hair. "Cum for me Joe?" I begged of my husband, my warm breath still in Mackensie's ear.  Licking my lips, I glanced back over my shoulder as Mackensie and I both watched Joe free his cock from my tight wetness.  My husband's cock throbbed in excitement, furiously stroking it to mark his territory for the third time tonight. 
Mackensie and I watched in awe as streams of Joe's load arched in the air, landing in a mixture of his cum and budding sweat glistening on my arched back. With a final guttural grunt, Joe shot the last load far enough to splash my cheek, slowly dribbling down onto Mackensie's helpless face.  "I believe that belongs to me", I taunted my rival, wiping away Joe's cum pooling on her face in the final act of humiliation.   

A stillness reigned in the aftermath, only the sound of heavy breathing prevailed against the sounds of bustling city streets below. Slithering my body off my rival, I unpeeled my sticky sweet skin from Mackensie's, leaving her sprawled out on the plush carpet. Fighting back the tears, Mackensie pushed herself up by the elbows, her eyes never leaving mine.  She played the part of exhausted warrior, with mascara running down her face, hair disheveled in wild strands, and mind disillusioned in defeat.  Mackensie whimpered while grabbing a towel to cover her glorious nude body, retreating towards the bathroom while pouting in humiliation at the hands of her best friend.

Embracing my husband after victory, he kissed me deeply, his brown eyes still full of lust.  "Happy birthday baby", I said seductively for the final time.  "I should go check on her though", snapping out of the catfight persona to tend to my grieving best friend.  Making my way towards the bathroom, I turned back to see Joe lounging on the couch yet again, his head tilted back in exhausted fulfillment.

Hesitant to startle Mackensie, I gingerly walked into the bathroom to console my friend.  Catching my reflection in the bathroom mirror, Kensie freshened up by combing her wild hair and washing her face to look somewhat presentable after defeat. "Bravo Lacey", she said before I could utter a word of apologetic comfort.  Mackensie smiled at me, but I couldn't decipher if it was authentically warm or catty sarcasm. 

"Kensie...you're upset, I know", trying to feel her out.  "Upset?  Not at all Lace. I am pent up after that hot fucking scene!", Mackensie laughed maniacally, trying to steer attention to the erotic sex rather than her humiliation. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, our bodies rocking back and forth in comfort.  "Thank you again Kensie...you really are quite the performer", we shared a gentle laugh. 

"Can I consider my debt paid then?", Mackensie smirked at me.  "Paid?  I think overpaid Kensie, I owe you again", hinting at the imbalanced favors between us.  "Actually....", Mackensie smiled devilishly, "I might take you up on that sooner rather than later", perhaps already plotting her revenge. "I look forward to defending my title", I announced confidently with my chin held high. 

"Oh please Lacey, we both know I let you win", Mackensie protested playfully. The truth is I wasn't confident in victory over my rival in a real physical confrontation, not without disciplined training and preparation.  I'm sure Mackensie would cash in the new favor I owed her at some point in the near future....and I would be ready and waiting.

Decked out in her fashionable black cocktail dress yet again, somehow Mackensie seemed completely unphased by tonight's events.  Exuding her sexy confidence in a way only she could, Mackensie finished reapplying her makeup and made sure not a single strand of brunette hair was out of place. After freshening up myself, and curious about Mackensie's plans, I asked "Where exactly are you going at this hour?" with my eyebrows raised.  Just at that exact moment, Kensie's phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, "Kensie?" I asked in condescending way, wary of what trouble still might find her.

"Oh...just a little rendezvous", she looked back at me innocently, "What....can't a girl have a little fun?" she smiled, repeating her infamous motto.  Grabbing her phone, I noticed incoming messages from none other than her new love interest, "Sir Conrad the Fourth is summoning you Kensie", I announced sarcastically in a British accent, shaking my head as we both chuckled. "Couldn't wait until tomorrow night, could you Kensie?", I teased.  "Well Lace, I'm the only one who hasn't cum tonight", she amusingly defended herself. "Homewrecker" I thought internally once again.

Swaying her hips into the living room with her signature sultry arrogance, Mackensie made her way towards Joe. My husband commenced his prepared apology, but Mackensie quickly cut him off.  "Happy birthday you big stud", Mackensie announced, with a loud spank on Joe's ass, making sure I saw the exchange.  Confused at the miraculous turnaround, Joe darted his eyes over to me as if to ask "Is this the same Mackensie who just lost an epic catfight to my wife"? 

Feeling emboldened, Joe tried his luck once more, "Um, if I may....can I suggest...." he stammered for the words. "Oh shut the fuck up Joe!" Mackensie and I blurted in unison for the final time. I exchanged heartfelt goodbyes with Mackensie who opened the front door, but before making her exit, she announced "Oh and Joe...thanks again for a titty fucking I'll never forget", she teased me playfully as I went to chase her out of our penthouse.

The front door slammed shut and I finally found some privacy with the birthday boy, throwing my arms around his broad shoulders. After kissing me deeply, Joe confessed, "Lace, there's a sexy secret I've been meaning to share with you".  My eyebrows raised in surprise, "Let me guess babe...the treasure trove of pics and videos on your laptop?" I suggested to him. 

A look of confusion crossed his face, "Actually no Lace, that's not the secret I mentioned...but wait, you know about my collection honey?", I could see my husband start to sweat.  "How do you think we came up with this little birthday surprise babe?" I said in a breathy voice. Unsure of whether to be upset or thrilled, Joe replied "Well then I'm glad you violated my privacy.  Maybe we can watch the security footage together soon" he hinted at reliving the fantasy yet again with yours truly.

"Sure my big stud....as long as you share that secret now....no more secret fantasies between us, ok babe?", I suggested.  "And always remember Joe, you're mine....all mine"

"So......tell me".

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Epilogue:

The front door slammed behind Mackensie as her cell phone buzzed in her hand yet again.  Excitement gripped her body at the coming impromptu rendezvous, finally claiming pleasure for herself, when she had provided so much for others tonight.  Kensie scanned her phone in heated anticipation, "Conrad is typing...." just beneath her last sent message, "Wanna fuck?", Mackensie chuckled at her unapologetically blunt offer.  Her phone buzzed again as the latest message arrived with a pinged location near Union Square.  With his address finally in hand, Kensie impatiently waited for the elevator doors to open, admiring herself in the mirror.

A chime rang out as the elevator door receded, revealing long shapely legs and a familiar dark red dress.  "Ohhhh Mackensie", the familiar voice of her new friend Rebecca called to her.  "Did you stay for the afterparty until this late hour?", Rebecca asked with naive innocence.  "Why yes.....actually Lacey and I were fighting over her husband", Mackensie smiled deviously at the blonde.  Rebecca immediately laughed off the absurd notion, "Oh Mackensie, you are too funny.  Lacey is so lucky to have you".

"Have fun tonight, whatever trouble you may find", Rebecca winked at Mackensie.

If she only knew...................

MASTERPIECE

That was an amazing, well written story.  Take pride in your skills. Thanks for posting.

Thanks everyone for the feedback.  Hopefully going to start a sequel soon since I enjoyed the writing process.

Does anyone know if you can embed pictures between paragraphs in the story (instead of thumbnails appearing at the bottom of each post)?  I have picture references that I wanted to include in the story.

Thanks

Amazing stuff and so many directions you can go. I really hope we get to see a real all out catfight between the two with Lacey as the winner.

Mackensie and Rebecca
Lacey and Heather
Mackensie and Heather
Lacey and Mackensie for real

So many possibilities already. I kind of want Lacey to be really good at this, conquering a few women with relative ease, only to end up losing to Mackensie more due to aggression and sexual prowess than actual physical inferiority.

Quote from: HumanPerson on October 01, 2024, 10:29:51 PM
Mackensie and Rebecca
Lacey and Heather
Mackensie and Heather
Lacey and Mackensie for real

So many possibilities already. I kind of what Lacey to be really good at this, conquering a few women with relative ease, only to end up losing to Mackensie more due to aggression and sexual prowess than actual physical inferiority.

Don't forget Hiromi and Alina

Quote from: dalton on October 01, 2024, 10:42:10 PM

Quote from: HumanPerson on October 01, 2024, 10:29:51 PM
Mackensie and Rebecca
Lacey and Heather
Mackensie and Heather
Lacey and Mackensie for real

So many possibilities already. I kind of what Lacey to be really good at this, conquering a few women with relative ease, only to end up losing to Mackensie more due to aggression and sexual prowess than actual physical inferiority.

Don't forget Hiromi and Alina

Oh yes, completely forgot Hiromi. She seems like the one that should end up the top dog of the bunch. Lacey and Hiromi needs to be pure titfight or sexfight. That seems like the right play for those two as there was more sensual overtones to their meeting and a lack on any real animosity.

Alina will have to actually show up to be considered.

I am looking forward to the other fights

Yep! I can't wait for the next story!  I hope Lacey talks to Heather about putting on a show for Joe to enjoy!

This has to be one of my favorite catfight stories now.
Great stuff!