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[Mr. Cavalier]

Dear Cavalier;

My ex-wife Cindy is a very sexy lady, with long dark hair, green cat�s eyes, porcelain skin and thick, full lips. She has a great body with perky �C� cup titties and long legs, but unfortunately she has never been the type of woman to show it off, she dresses very conservatively. She has always known that I like to see women fight and although see never really supported it, she did tolerate it. She was fine with me going to oil wrestling and even �stripper cage fighting�, but I knew she�d take herself on a shopping spree right after these events. She always looked down on �those women� and I�m sure never considered them any better than streetwalkers.

She worked in the fashion industry when we met, but was more than happy to stay at home and let me support her after our marriage. We were married for six years and got divorced for the same reasons everybody else gets divorced. As part of our settlement, she wanted me to give her the money to start a catering business. My attorney said it was probably in my best interest to just go ahead and do it as it would cost me less in the long run. He also joked about how it seemed every rich, spoiled housewife wanted to start a catering business after she was kicked to the curb. It�s not like we didn�t still like each other, we even had sex a few times after the divorce, but I realized that was a bad idea and just moved on.

When I met Amanda, she is so opposite my ex. Amanda is a voluptuous blonde with great thighs and �D� cup boobies. She�s very comfortable wearing a thong at the casino pool or going topless on South Beach. She has a closet full of sexy little party dresses she loves to wear when we go clubbing. I love showing her off and then taking her home to fuck. She may be the best little liar in the world when she tells me how great our sex is, but she�s only 24, so who cares?

Amanda and Cindy have met, my girlfriend says my ex-wife is �very pretty�. Cindy says Amanda is �very young.� My ex is only 32, but I�m sure it hurts her to see me with a woman ten years younger than me.

Cindy�s catering business is doing surprising well, although it must be strange for her to be serving in people�s homes where she used to be a dinner quest. This Valentine�s Day, she worked out a package deal with a local day spa where after your spa visit, you come home to a gourmet meal cooked by her. She wanted me to buy this as a gift for Amanda. I was not real keen on the idea, but I asked Amanda and she was thrilled. I think her devilish side liked the idea of my ex waiting on us while we enjoyed ourselves.

Valentine�s Day Cindy showed up at my backdoor about an hour before Amanda was due back from the spa. When I opened the door, I was stunned by what Cindy had on. She was wearing a very short black skirt and a white, button-up long sleeve blouse. But the blouse wasn�t really buttoned-up. It was open in the front giving me a great view of her black lace bra and was pushing her boobs up almost to her chin. My mouth fell open, but Cindy acted like she had no idea what I was staring out and just went about bringing in her cooking supplies. As she went up and down the small steps by the back door, her skirt would rise up showing off her back stockings and garters. She had on the tallest black high-heels I�d ever seen her in and as she stretched to put thing on a shelf above my stove I could see her exposed ass cheeks. This was nothing like how she dressed during our marriage. I was enjoying the view and offered to help her carry things in, but she quickly poured me a cocktail and told me to just go relax. I think she mostly wanted me out of the kitchen, just like when we were married.

I was enjoying my drink on the couch and thinking how I�d love to fuck Cindy on the kitchen table, knowing what a bad idea that would be since Amanda was due there any minute. The doorbell stopped me from day-dreaming and I got up to let Amanda in. She was wearing a red halter-dress, not too short, just above the knee, the skirt was loose and flirty. The two strands of cloth tied around her neck and pulled tight over her chest really enhanced the look of her braless tits. The only other things she had on were red high-heels and a big smile.

Cindy had heard the doorbell and walked in with another drink for Amanda. Somehow she didn�t seem as sexed-up as before. Amanda took the drink and hardly acknowledged my ex-wife. Cindy didn�t seem to notice and said �dinner will be served at 6� like it was a line from some school play. Amanda couldn�t wait to tell me all about her day and thank me over and over. We began kissing and then making-out like a couple of high-schoolers waiting for their parents to come home. A bell rang and instead of heading to our next class, we walked to the dinner table. Cindy brought in our first course, she was very formal about it, but I did notice that Amanda noticed how short Cindy�s skirt was. Amanda and I talked and joked and just generally enjoyed ourselves. Even as I looked into Amanda�s blue eyes, Cindy�s image stayed on my mind. When she brought the main course, Cindy dropped my napkin on the floor, she bent over from the waist right in front of me. She wasn�t wearing panties and her freshly waxed pussy was right in my face. She had always kept a little bush when we were married even though I let her know I like my pussy smooth, I know she did it just to be a little defiant. But now it was just the way a like it.

When she handed my napkin to me, I needed it to wipe the sweat off my face. Amanda was seated across from me, so all she saw was Cindy�s exposed bra and deep cleavage when she bent over. I covered my expression as best I could and Amanda picked up our conversation right where we�d left it. She seemed to be fine with everything and I got control of myself and Amanda seemed like she was eager to treat me to a great night of sex. I went to pour her another glass of wine only to find an empty bottle. I offered to go for another bottle, but Amanda commanded me to �sit� and that she would fetch it.

I waited patently for her return but she was gone a little long. I could hear the two women�s voices getting louder.. I figured I�d better go make peace in the kitchen, as I walked in I couldn�t believe what I saw. Amanda had Cindy pushed into the countertop with both hands dug deep into Cindy�s dark hair. Cindy was pulling back on Amanda�s hair with one hand, while the other was under my girlfriend�s chin, trying to force her off.
Amanda had torn Cindy�s blouse all the way open, exposing her bra, as Cindy�s chest heaved from exertion, her pink nipples rose above the lacey top of her bra. My ex-wife�s short skirt had hiked itself up over her hips exposing her stockings and garter belt. I watched the struggle, part of me thinking I need to break this up, fortunately, I was clear enough to know that in no way was I going to miss this. The hand Cindy had on Amanda�s chin slipped down and ripped off her red halter-top. Amanda released Cindy�s hair with one hand and started slapping at her chest. My ex brought her knees up and pushed Amanda backward. My girlfriend�s heels were slick on the tile floor and she went down. Cindy slid off the counter and down on top of Amanda. As the two women clawed at each other for dominance, I pulled the small breakfast table back out of their way. I wanted to give them room to fight and not have it block my view. Amanda�s dress was knotted around her waist now, showing off her shear white thong. She was on her back with her legs spread and the thin material had been pulled up in between her pussy lips. Cindy was on top of her with her skirt over her ass and her bald naughty staring right at me. My heart was pounding, working overtime to rush blood to my swollen cock. Amanda pulled Cindy�s hair hard enough to get her on her side. They were now laying down face-to-face, pulling hair and swinging widely at one-another. Their asses were getting covered in sweat, making both women slide around the tile floor. Amanda�s thong had little ties on the sides that soon fell away, completely exposing her pussy. Cindy�s shear stockings were in tatters as she kicked at Amanda and tried to tie up her legs to keep her from kicking back. It seemed to last forever and it seemed to go by in seconds, but Cindy forced herself back on top of Amanda. She was slapping my girlfriend�s tits and face. Amanda fought back, grabbing long strands of hair and slapping at Cindy�s tits, but finally, she just covered up her face to protect herself and I could hear her start to sob. Cindy was too enraged to care and just kept wailing away. I�m not sure how long I stood and watched this, but I knew it was over and I had to separate them. I grabbed Cindy around the waist and pulled her off. She was still kicking and cursing, but I got her out the backdoor and to her car. She gave me some nasty scratches on my neck along the way. I just held her tight while she calmed herself. Then she burst into tears and pushed me away. I stood there by her car as she cried in the front seat. She eventually let me hold her again. Finally she sobbed �Do you hate me?� It made me smile a little. I told her I could never hate her and we kissed. The kisses got deeper and more passionate. I took her hand and placed on my fly so she could feel how hard my dick was. She cooed a little and rubbed it for me. I loved the feeling, but I told her she needed to go and she could come back tomorrow for her things. She nodded that she knew that�s what needed to happen and we kissed a little more before she slowly drove away.

I remembered I left my girlfriend beaten and crying on my kitchen floor. Amanda was still balled-up on the tile whimpering when I went back inside. I got down beside her and held her. She was a mess. She just cried in my arms for quite sometime, not speaking. When she looked up at me with her face smeared with mascara, I pulled her close and then helped her to her feet. We went to the bedroom and I helped her pull what was left of her dress over her head. I was standing right in front of her and she could see how swollen my cock was. She was completely naked now, so I pulled my pants down and my cock sprang free. I wanted to just take her right then, but I knew it would be wiser to go a little slow. We lay there naked and I slid my fingers into her pussy. She was sopping wet. I was a little surprised, but she welcomed my touch and I squeezed her titties and then pulled her on top of me. My cock slid right into her wetness and she started screaming with pleasure right away. We fucked all night and Amanda was sleeping peacefully when I left for work the next morning.

Cindy came back over that evening to pick up her cooking supplies. She was in a long floral dress like I was used to seeing her wear. She was quiet and business-like. As she stood at the counter retrieving her utensils, I hiked up her dress and pulled her ass back away from the bar. She still wasn�t wearing any panties. I worked my hand between her legs until she was moist, then pulled out my cock and took her from behind. She backed up further and put her face on the counter, pushing hard against me. I could feel her tight naughty contracting as she came. We fucked more on the floor where she had left my girlfriend a sobbing mess the night before. We went at it for a few hours and I was exhausted. I lay there while Cindy packed her things and left. I can�t wait to book her services for my next party.

Bob, Florida