Tram(p) Lines

It had been six months since the events occurred that had changed my life, the dramatic clashes between wife and mistress that had resulted in a renewing of the vows. (FGM 180-182) The reasons to start over had been easy enough to arrive at and a house move, fresh job and new surroundings had moved us to the Westcountry. My wife Jackie had found a new job and we had moved into an old house on the edge of the moors. Things had settled down and certain normality had returned. To keep active we joined a local tennis Club and Jackie continued with her Aerobics at the local sports centre. I must admit the tennis was fun a good crowd often playing in the evening before falling into a local pub for a few drinks, all very social and mixing well.

One evening I had gone to the club alone, Jackie was at aerobics, and was invited to make a four with a couple and a new member Juliet Welton. She was in her early forties and stood around 5’6” tall with a delightfully trim 34B-28-36 figure. A stylish bob-cut mop of rust red hair topped her figure and her long shapely legs completed the picture as she moved elegantly over to say hello. A cracking match later we all went to the pub for a drink. A charming evening completed with Juliet telling some great stories and having a good laugh. The only down moment being when she mentioned her husband. They had been married for about twenty years and he was about ten years older. He worked away in the week and disappointingly for her hated tennis. Jackie arrived in the pub after her class and joined us, she was introduced to the new member, and the evening continued well past closing time until the landlord closed up. When we arrived home Jackie suddenly announced. “Who was that tart? She could not keep her eyes off you.” “Who? Juliet, she has just joined the club her husband works away, that’s why she was alone” I replied. “We’ll she can stay alone” snapped my wife vindictively as she burst into the lounge her gorgeous 34D 24 32 frame swaying seductively. “Look, nothing is going to happen there. We’ve put those things behind us and started over” I replied. “Good, otherwise another bitch will bite the dust.” This reply ending the conversation with conviction.

A couple of days later I went along to the club as usual while Jackie went off to aerobics. It was a grey evening with a hint of rain in the air so there was virtually no one on court as I arrived one group of four were playing their own match. I was about to leave when Juliet arrived. “Fancy a quick one?” she asked in a teasing manner then adding. “A quick knock up?” “Wicked girl,” I replied “Go on then, I doubt if anyone else will come.” “I don’t want anyone else to come.” She purred as we got on court. We had a gentle knock, she moved so well and obviously played lots of tennis. We both worked up quite a sweat smacking balls up and down and hardly noticed the others leave with the closeness of our struggle. “We’ll catch you in the pub, get a round in” I called as they left. We finished a close set and went into the club. “Your playing we’ll, I shall have to get you on court more often” she called as she headed towards the showers. “Yes, I would enjoy that” I replied. “If your husband does not play and Jack’s not so keen maybe we should pair up for matches?” “What a wicked thought” came the reply closer than I expected as I was in the gents changing room. Turning, I found myself face to face with her she was topless and was rubbing herself with a towel.

“It’s not the only thing he doesn’t do” she spoke as she leant towards me dropping the towel and kissing me passionately. “I want you, now” she whispered as she drew back offering a wonderful view of her fabulous figure. “You what” I stammered completely taken aback by this turn of events. “I know you want me,” she teased, “you were practically drooling in the pub the other night or is all the innuendo and jokes a front. I can’t believe you’re happy, you are always here and your wife doesn’t play. Admit it you want me?” “I think you’ll find he is quite happy as he is” came a steady voice from the doorway, Jackie stood staring daggers at the semi-naked scene before her. Juliet reached for her towel slowly turning crimson under the accusing stare. “No need to hide now bitch” Jackie snapped stepping forward and slapping the woman hard across the face. Juliet span around with the force of the blow and sank to her knees, one hand rubbing her smarting cheek.

“Hey, hang on Jack, what are you doing?” I asked. “This tart has had this coming from the moment I met her, now back off while I teach her a lesson.” She reached down and grabbing a handful of red hair hauled the woman to her feet and ran her into the tiled wall of the shower space. There was a wet splat as Juliet was driven into the tiles and she slumped to the floor. Jackie turned back towards me and threw her jacket over, this left her dressed in a black leotard over some multi-coloured leggings, socks and trainers. Dressed for her aerobics she had obviously driven straight over. “You can stay out of this, I know nothing has happened between you and nothing will. This slut is going to regret making plays for my man.”

She turned back towards her rival who surprisingly was back on her feet and facing her attacker. “Oh you’ll fight for him then?” Juliet questioned as Jackie advanced again. “You’d better believe it, sweetheart” Jackie replied in a measured voice and supported the claim by lashing another cracking slap across the woman’s face. Juliet was more prepared this time and returned the favour with a slap of her own. They then flew at each other hands grabbing handfuls of hair and knees and feet being used to unbalance the opponent. They tumbled to the ground and rolled over and over eventually stopped against the tiled wall. I stepped forward and turned the shower on, with a shriek the two she-cats rolled apart and stood up both soaked. “Now cool down both of you” I challenged. “Stay out of this, you. This is between me and the slut,” warned Jackie pushing me away and turning to face her topless foe again. I stood back if that’s what they wanted, and judging by the sensation below my waist what I craved, let them fight it out.

Juliet took the initiative and stepping forward threw a crisp right hook at Jackie’s head the blow knocking my girl sideways. The redhead followed up by grabbing a handful of hair and slapping at the face of my wife. Jackie was able to weather this assault and suddenly struck a telling blow by driving her left fist firmly into the redhead’s right breast. A scream indicated the shock of the blow as Juliet let go of the hair and cupped her breast and stepped slightly away.

“What’s the matter bitch can’t you take it in the tits?” challenged Jackie stepping forward and launching another fist full of pain into the woman, this time flattening her left breast into her chest. A look of bewildered shock crossed the suddenly pain filled face of the redhead as she now cupped both of her battered breasts. “Come on Bitch, I thought you wanted to fight for him?” challenged Jackie again slowly stalking the woman retreating before her. A crisp open palm slap echoed around the room as she slapped the woman.

As Juliet tried to duck away another slap cracked across her other cheek. Jackie grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the woman towards her completing the assault by driving her knee vindictively into the groin of her rival. Juliet would have collapsed to the ground but for Jackie’s hand in her hair instead her hands flew to the latest pained sight on her body. Jackie having previously smashed the mistress that had taken her man was in no mood for compromise with this new threat for his affections and threw the woman against the wall. Reaching for the redhead’s waist she pulled her tennis skirt off to reveal her victim clad in only a pair of multi-coloured tennis briefs. “Wow, real turn on pants. Who are you trying to impress with those” taunted the dominant blonde as she backhanded the redhead across the face. Juliet slid along the tiled wall and slipped down to her hands and knees and tried to crawl away from the beating she was taking. Jackie stepped after her and helped her along with a firm kick to the briefs stretched taught across the firm backside of the redhead. Juliet slid across the wet floor and tried to climb to her feet, but Jackie was too quick. She arrived to assist the upward movement by grabbing a handful of hair and the waistband of the briefs. Jackie finished standing behind her victim, who was looking quite sorry for herself.

Jackie let go of the woman and before she could move away wrapped her arms around the waist before her and squeezed. The reverse bear hug was anything but friendly as she crushed the redhead’s stomach and for more effect heaved her enemy off the ground. After about thirty seconds of the rib crushing pressure Juliet’s arms dropped weakly to her side and she seemed to be close to passing out, gasping for breath, as Jackie continued to crush her stomach. Suddenly the blonde dropped to one knee dropping the redhead’s crotch perfectly onto her upturned right kneecap a perfect atomic drop. Juliet screamed and clutched at her pain filled pants as Jackie let her fall forwards onto the floor leaving the redhead in a crumpled heap moaning pitifully. Jackie walked slowly over towards me and hissed threateningly “Remember the last time you strayed? Do I need to beat it out of you again?” “No, nothing happened leave her alone” I pleaded. “Pathetic, isn’t she no wonder your not interested. Maybe we should let Valerie work on her there would be more of a fight then. For now there is only pain. Get your things together we’ll be leaving in just a moment” she concluded turning back to her prey.

“Now then, the tramp of the tennis club do you understand what happens when you cross the wrong woman?” she taunted reaching down and hauling back on the woman’s hair. “Get up” she added tugging on the red mane of her prey. Juliet slowly reached her feet and stood helpless before her arms weakly at her sides’ tears streaming down her face as the dominant blonde threatened her. Jackie let go of her hair and suddenly grabbed the woman’s exposed breasts and twisted them viciously; Juliet’s hands flew up and tried to prise the fingers away.

“When you fight use everything you’ve got to hurt your opponent. I personally think, there’s no better way to humiliate, dominate, and embarrass an opponent than to maul her tits and smash her sex in.” She complemented the statement by driving her knee into the defenceless woman’s groin again. Juliet burbled incoherently as her love life took a pounding but she could not fall as Jackie held her up by her breast flesh. “There are no rules if you go after another’s man, nothing that can save you” she continued as she kneed Juliet firmly in the clitoris smashing this desirable zone into the bone.

Juliet made a sad mewing sound as Jackie vindictively set about her femininity setting out to break the woman’s female spirit and reduce her to emotional jelly. Jackie let the woman’s tits go angry red and white marks a testament to the clawing she had given them. A final knee crashed into Juliet’s groin hard, low and central beating the woman’s sexual organs to a pulp. To complete the humiliation process she ripped the pants from the woman now lying on the floor leaving her flat on her back and naked.

Jackie completed her victory by pulling hard on the soft wispy curls of hair between the battered legs of the redhead. “I think it's fair to say I’ve destroyed her sex and therefore I win” she mused lyrically wandering away and as a last act turning the showers on. Juliet lay naked and beaten as the water cascaded onto her battered body; she slowly stirred and began to rise as Jackie led me off to the pub. The tennis crowd was glad to see us, remarking that it was a shame Juliet could not join us and how glowing Jackie looked post her aerobics workout!

Juliet took sometime to recover and it was a while before I saw her at the club again. She was very wary of Jackie next time they were in the pub together, a silent understanding had been reached between them. One particular evening, only the three of us remained in the bar Juliet apologised to Jackie, who accepted. The redhead then went on to reveal that she had never really had a fight before, she had once given some girl a slap in a night-club but that was it. She had been thinking heavily about the beating metered out by Jackie and stangely felt turned on by the violent sexual fight and wondered what it could possibly mean. Jackie gave her the short version of how she had ending up learning the ropes and offered her a couple of phone numbers, where she might be able to pick up some pointers. “There is also this guy Consort who might be a help,” Jackie concluded.

Later at home I quizzed her on who this Consort bloke was. “Oh I met him through Valerie when I started to train properly. He offered to take me to an apartment fight evening and possibly even arrange a bout for me” she confided. “What, why?” I stammered surprised at this admission. “Well Juliet was right you get a buzz, you’ve seen me fight admit it the fights turned you on. I want to prove myself that I am the best – Beaker’s Champion. That way I’ll know you will stay mine.”

So that is how it began the desire to fight and to please. The thrill of competition, the triumph and pleasure of victory and no doubt the pain and misery of defeat. Juliet also has the bug and she too is setting out on the road to physical competition, no doubt determined to be number one. For Juliet success is everything and no doubt this means a return with Jackie is in the future. That fight and others will have to wait for another time.

BEAKER