by Dr. Rudrah Subrahmin
2007©

Donna and I have been married since she peeled off her rain drenched
nurses uniform in the back of my '72 Chevy Van. Each button she undid in
her rush, the further her huge 44 DD cup breasts shoved out into my
face. Think of breaking a tube of biscuits on the edge of the counter -
the way the dough swells out. I was hunched forward on my knees, trying
to get my blue jeans off and peeled over my boots, which I thought in
my drunken state, ought to be left on even though I was otherwise
completely naked!

I say married because when those watermelon sized mammas dumped out over
her belly I knew then and there every thing else in the world had to go
to the back of the line. My blond headed woman was here at last, sweet
jesus, and her tits were free at last!

Berry and Betsy were conceived that night. And they were born just 6
months after out wedding in Reno, Nevada. Donna and I moved to Elk
Beach which is a village of 1,400 people on the Coast Highway about 30
miles north of the California border. Donna was a secretary at the City
Hall-Post Office and I was the proud new owner of a service station. She
is Sheriff now, and I gave the station to Betsy cause Berry joined the
Army, found Jesus and then found out he was Queer in that order. Now, a
Career Queer in the Army, he serves as Chaplain at that little base they
have outside of Juno.

Me, I run a motel now, and that's where met my mid-life crisis Helen.
Helen is a Reformed Biker Bitch. That means she can bench press 300
pounds without wheezing cause she gave up on Camels and the Hash Camels
carried down from Afghanistan. She don't drink or gamble either, but
brother when she wears that black band bra thing that barely restrains
her 36 -DDs, and when she wears that tiny butt hugging cut-off jeans,
damn she is brunette heat on the hoof, and burger sweet enough to eat!
And she knows it. And she knows fucking me twice a week gets her the
maid's room out back of the motel for fucking free. Hell, she works 4
days a week as a maid and I pay her minimum wage for that by check, so
it's official and all.

She doesn't wear a uniform. She just cleans what ever room gets used.
And so I'm alright. But Donna spotted her, and knew right off. I was a
cock-sucker in her eyes, but damn it, I was HER cock-sucker.

Now Donna was wearing a young blue skirt and a cobalt blue lace half-cup
bra. And I liked looking at her as I was walking back from robbing my
own soda machine. But I didn't like it that Donna was red faced from too
many beers, half naked, and pounding on the maid's room door. Helen
opened the door, cocked a hip and raise a brow.

Donna screwed her face up into a snarl and raised her fists.

Helen smirked: "Wanna fight?"

Donna's right fist damn near snapped a sonic boom as it plunged to the
wrist into Helen's bare belly. Helen folded over Donna's arm like she
were a towel thrown over a wine-waiter's arm, and drool shot down onto
the welcome mat.

Donna hammered her left fist down on the back of Helen's head, slamming
Helen onto her knees. Snorting, Donna said, "You know what I mean?" and
turned to walk back to the Mini-Market in the far corner of our parking
lot for another 6 pack.

Eyes watering, Helen mouthed the words, "You cunting cunt!", and using
the door frame, hauled herself up onto her bare feet. As soon as she
could suck in a lung full of air she was wind-sprinting across the
asphalt at Donna. Donna was talking to herself, so she was real
surprised when Helen nailed her in the naked small of the back like a
Pro-Tackle, and she pitched face-first onto the handicap space, and lay
there thrashing as Helen road her like a bucking bronco! Soon both big
boned bitches were wrestling like bitch cougars, punching and kneeling
like it was a MMA Cage-Fight!

Within a minute they were streaming with blood, having horrible asphalt
burns all over their breasts and knees and shoulders. Cussing, they
rolled apart and got to their bare feet so they could wade together like
boxers, hammering away volley after volley into wildly swinging boobs
and battered and swelling faces.

For a 47 year old married mom of 2, Donna didn't take no shit from any
young hussy! And for a 23 year old hard-body, Helen knew how to rumble
with the viciousness of a much older woman. Damn but they pounded away
like artillery at each other, and eyes egging up and noses smashed
neither woman would go down!

I just stood their with a Coors and a boner wondering how the hell I was
gonna set my House in Order.

Traffic was slowing way down out on PCH and I swear even the news
helicopter from Roseberg was circling over head. I moseyed over to the
fight and watch the two oblivious enraged banshees kick and throw
hay-makers at each other.

I lobbed my beer can into the gutter and said:

"Okay, okay!"

I grabbed Donna off of Helen and twisted her up onto my hip and shoved
Donna back a few paces with my free hand.

"Room 17 needs airing out and I want the sheets replaced in the
Honeymoon Unit".

With Donna still wrenching around and cursing me I carried her back to
our Resident's Cottage leaving Helen sobbing and stomping on the asphalt.

I took both Donna and myself into the shower and turned on the water.
Soon she was calmed down and shivering, Her bra was gone so all I had to
do was pull down her skirt and panties and strip off my cloths so we
could stand there in the steam for a standing up make-up fuck.

After toweling off we lay in the cool darkness of our bedroom on top of
the bedspread and held hand like kids.

After awhile I said:

"Do you want me to fire her?"

Donna thought about it a while and shook her head.

She got the strangest smile on her face.

"What?" I said.

Donna looked over at me and smiled. "I've been fucking that 17 year old
quarter-back Betsy has working the pumps at The Station".

I considered what she said. And then said:

"Can I keep mine if you can keep yours?"

Donna moved down to message my cock hard enough to suck. "Making a
Marriage work is what making a Marriage is all about Rudy".

"Love you honey", I whispered, caressing her wet blond head.

"Love you too." Donna said, taking me into her mouth.