Bisexual Wife-Part 4

By yarrum130@netscape.net

House Parties

Continued from Part 3

Cindy and Erica arrive back in the USA after the German lady, Gretchen, knocked out Cindy. The ladies slip back into their gym routine. Cindy's bruises disappear and her eyebrow heals nicely. She spends most of her time training to meet Gretchen Schmidt in a rematch. Three months go quickly and fight night is here. Cindy has the advantage of fighting at home but is still haunted by her knockout loss.

I wish Cindy luck and give her a kiss before she enters the dressing room. The next time I see her, she’ll be in the ring. I go to meet a number of friends from work, who have come to see the fight and cheer Cindy to victory. We watch three preliminary bouts on this all female card. It’s main event time. The tension I feel is almost overwhelming and I wonder how Cindy feels. The German lady, Gretchen enters the ring first, dressed in a black hooded robe that extends to just below her knee. Her sister, Greda is in her corner. Cindy lets Gretchen wait about 5 minutes before entering the ring. Cindy is wearing a red silk hooded robe.

The announcer, "Ladies and Gentlemen, our main event is scheduled for 10 rounds of boxing. The fighter in the red corner from Germany at 5' 11" and 138 pounds with statistics of 40d-30-41 is Gretchen Schmidt." In the blue corner from Chicago at 5’ 8” and 131 pounds with statistics of 38dd-29-39, I give you our Cindy Robinson.”

The German lady looks magnificent wearing a black thong and bra that covers little of her firm tanned body. My wife, Cindy, looks equally exquisite in her red satin thong and bra. Both ladies are very well endowed so their bras barely cover their nipples. The audience might be treated to some exposed tit before the fight is over.

The referee calls the ladies for instructions. The ladies hug then return to their corners to wait for the bell to begin the fight.

Round 1

The ladies eagerly move out to meet, both are nervous and want to get through the first round. Cindy begins jabbing at Gretchen and moving to her right to avoid Gretchen's right hand. Gretchen appears frustrated, as she's not able to get her right hand in position. Cindy scores with a nice right the lands between Gretchen's tits, separating them. The males in the audience jump to their feet. Gretchen comes back with a firm left to split Cindy's guard, then follows with a solid right that pancakes Cindy's left tit. My wife squeals out. The men leap to their feet again as they sense that Cindy is hurt. Cindy attempts to back away but Gretchen stays with her scoring with another left then a right on Cindy's ample tits. Cindy fights back and the ladies end up going toe to toe, pounding at each other's tits. The predominately male crowd loves it. The first round ends.

Cindy's corner applies ice to her tits as they shout instructions. They are telling Cindy to box, don't brawl. Get your right in her face. They know that Gretchen’s nose has been broken twice and is her weakness. In the opposite corner Gretchen also has ice applied to her tits. Her instructions are to punch Cindy's body and tits. They tell her that she can go for the head later.

Round 2

Cindy did listen to her corner and comes out to box. A jab, jab, then a firm right into Gretchen's face. Gretchen strikes back with a combination to Cindy's unprotected tits. My wife winces and grabs Gretchen to halt her attack. The ref pulls them apart. Gretchen's hard body punches are hurting Cindy, especially her right into my wife's tits. Cindy takes a more defensive position, again jabbing at Gretchen's face. Cindy sees an opening and shoots a right through Gretchen's guard the lands below her left eye. Gretchen takes the punch and with lightning speed is able to score on Cindy's right tit before she can cover up. The force of the punch exposes my wife's inch long nipple. The audience is on their feet as they sense disaster. I can hear Cindy moan in pain as she attempts to clinch but Gretchen steps back then delivers a left to Cindy's tit then a right to her left eye. Cindy squeals out, then goes to her knees with her arms cradling her bruised tits. Cindy takes a 5 count before the bell ends the round.

Cindy's corner work franticly on her very swollen tits, trying to numb the pain with ice. She can't take much more damage to her tits. She also has a puffy area on her left eyebrow and a small mouse under her eye. Gretchen hasn't escaped the round unscathed. She has a trickle of blood from her left nostril and a mouse under her left eye.

Round 3

Cindy targets Gretchen's nose, which has been a problem for Gretchen. This tactic is at the expense of Cindy's tits. Cindy is able to score with a solid right that starts blood flowing from Gretchen's nose. Gretchen, in some pain, retaliates with some blistering body punches that drop Cindy on her shapely bum just inches from us. My wife's tits bounce violently from her bra as her butt contacts the mat. Camera flash blinds us as the ammeter fight photographers capture my wife's exposed tits on film. Cindy is up by the count of 7 but appears dazed as the ref pulls her bra up over her tits. Gretchen attacks an almost helpless Cindy with a solid left to her tummy that knocks the wind from her. I can hear Cindy gasping for air as Gretchen forces her into the corner just above us. The two ladies exchange solid punches and we're sprayed with blood as Cindy forces Gretchen back. Gretchen is dazed and Cindy mercilessly drives a left, then a right into her nose. Blood is now flowing from Gretchen's nose as the ref calls time so the doctor can check the damage. Gretchen's corner tosses the towel in. It's over. Cindy has won on a TKO at 2:21 of the 3^rd round by breaking Grechen's nose for the second time.

Cindy is announced as the winner. Cindy and Gretchen hug. I think Gretchen gave her an extra squeeze to compress her tender tits. Cindy and Erica leave the ring for the dressing room. I've been sitting next to Kris and Lorne Jacobsen who are ecstatic with Cindy's victory. Kris is a co-worker and her husband, Lorne, is a lawyer. Kris is into boxing but not at this level yet. Lorne asks if we can go to Cindy's dressing room. We go by the bar and grab a drink. Cindy is on her stomach on the trainer's table with her tits packed in ice and holding an ice bag on her left eye. She's naked except for a small towel draped across her shapely bum. Kris and Lorne do most of the talking. I noticed that they seem to be caught up in the erotic atmosphere of female fighting. Lorne and Kris ask Cindy if she would like to go to dinner. Cindy declines, as she wants to keep the ice on her tits for a few hours. We make a date for a late lunch and swim the next day at Kris and Lorne's.

The next day as expected, Cindy's breasts are swollen, bruised and very tender. Her left eye is also swollen and dark. She's sore but wants to go to the Jacobsen's. Cindy dresses in pale green shorts and a loose white blouse tied under her tender breasts to support them. She can't wear a bra; in fact she usually can't wear a bra for a week after a fight.

The Jacobsen's have a large house, 4000 sq. ft. or so. We sit poolside having a glass of wine before lunch. Lorne asks Cindy if she’s sore. Cindy tells him yes, that her tits will be sore for a week after taking Gretchin’s punches. He tells her that she should try the hot tub. Cindy agrees, asking where she can change. Lorne points to the pool house. Cindy returns wearing a lavender bikini and her shirt top. She settles into the tub with another glass of wine to complement the relaxing atmosphere. Lorne returns from the house wearing a Speedo swim suit and joins Cindy in the hot tub. I notice the look on my wife’s face as he enters the hot tub. Lorne is hung like a horse and his Speedo doesn’t hide a thing. Cindy and Lorne are soon inebriated. Lorne begins flirting with Cindy. I look at Kris but by now she's had too much wine to notice. He asks about her bruises, then touches a bruise just under Cindy’s blouse. The next thing, Cindy has her blouse open showing Lorne the bruises on her tits. “Cindy, what are you doing”, I ask. “I’m showing Lorne what my bruises look like today. It’s ok, he saw my tits last night.” I help Kris with lunch and am only too happy to tell Lorne and Cindy to come for lunch. Lorne, like a perfect gentleman, stands and helps my wife to her feet. Cindy stumbles and he catches her in a tight embrace with her body pinned tight against his manhood. She makes eye contact with him and lets out a little ooooh! They each slip into a white terry robe and join us for lunch and a little more wine. Lorne tells Cindy that she has to promise to box against Kris. He looks at me and asks if I think Kris could knock out Cindy. I reply, maybe with some training. He says, you know that your wife looks fantastic in the ring. I go to reply but the ladies rejoin us so I drop the subject. Kris asked us to stay for a late dinner and spend the night. Cindy agreed immediately. I reluctantly agreed. I couldn’t put my finger on it yet but there was something sinister about Lorne. Dinner was a perfectly done prime rib roast complete with a bottle of Bordeaux. We retired to the great room for after dinner drinks. I began to get a little numb from too much alcohol, so I asked to be excused to go to bed. Cindy said that she’d be up shortly.

The room began to spin as soon as I lay down. I must have passed out, as I don't think that I heard Cindy come to bed. I’m not sure if the next part was real or a dream, no not a dream, a nightmare. I thought I heard Cindy say, “What are you doing here? You’ll wake Curt.” Lorne replies, “No, neither of them will wake before morning. I added a little something to their drinks.” Cindy, “You did what?” Lorne, “I wanted some time alone with you. Come over here.” Cindy leaves our bed. I think I tried to move but couldn’t. I could only hear so I’m not sure if it was real or a dream. Lorne, “I've thought about you since the night of the fight. You were magnificent. I wanted to make love to you when I saw you in the dressing room after your fight.” Cindy, “Lor--- (I think he kissed her) Oh my God Lorne, you’re huge” Lorne, “I want you to feel every inch of me inside you.” Cindy, “Not here! We’re too close to Curt and I don't want it to be a quickie.” Lorne, “Is that a yes” Cindy, “That’s a definite yes. I want to see if I can take your full length but you have to go slow and gentle. I'm really tight." Lorne, "Let’s go into the next room. (The door creaks) I think I could hear them better now as they were talking louder and their voices were transmitted through the cold air grill. Lorne, “Can I get you a glass of wine?” Cindy, “Yes, I need to be relaxed for this. Oooooh, the silk bed sheets are cold.” Lorne, “Is it warm in there yet?” Cindy,” Come and see. Oh, you’re naked.” Lorne, “You still have your panties on.” Cindy, "I have to maintain some modesty.” Lorne, “Well I think they should come off. Can I keep them as a trophy?” Cindy, “No, you can’t” Lorne, "Oh, Cindy, You didn’t leave much to my imagination after the fight. I was sure that you shaved your pussy. It feels so smooth and soft. Are you lips swollen or natural this plump.” Cindy, “They're naturally large and very sensitive too. I’ve been in fights where my panties pulled up between my lips like a wedgie, exposing me to the audience. Lorne, "Do you ever get hit in the crotch during a fight?" Cindy, "Sometimes, some women are real dirty fighters." Lorne, "Does it hurt much?" Cindy, "Yes, probably like you getting hit in the testicles." Cindy, “Ooooh, Lor--, easy my tits are still sore." Lorne, “You have big nipples.” Cindy, "Bigger than your wife?" Lorne, "Yes, your bigger than Kris. Would you box Kris topless for me?" Cindy, "Maybe, would it be a turn on for you? How would you like it to end?" Lorne, "I think I'd want you to win but only after seeing your tits take some punishment. I'd want to fuck you in the dressing room after the fight. I also become very aroused at the thought of you knocked out and flat on your back in the ring. Cindy, "Oh, you'd like to see your wife KO me would you?" Lorne, "Sorry but it's a very erotic thought." Cindy, “ I think you need a blow job, so you aren’t so anxious when you enter me.” (A quiet pause, some sucking noise) Lorne, “Oh, oh, oh, Cindy, here it comes. You can’t swallow all of it. (A choking sound) Oh, Cindy!! You ok?” Cindy, “I’m fine. I'm not very good at blow jobs and you have a lot for a girl to swallow.” Lorne, “I thought you did great." Cindy, “I want to get some extra lubrication before you enter me for the first time. Hope you’re ok with that. I don't think I ever had one this big before. Please be slow and gentle. Can I ask how Kris handles your manhood.” Lorne, “I’ll be very gentle. It took six attempts before I got into Kris the first time but she was very young and tight.” Cindy, “Then I want to take every inch on the first try.” Lorne, “You two could become very competitive. Can I arrange a private match here after your breasts heal? There would just be the four of us. Man of the house spends the night with the winner." Cindy, “She might not like that.” Ooooooooh, be gentle now. Oh God Lorne, you’re big. Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Am I digging my nails into your shoulder?” Lorne, “I’m ok, how about you. I don’t want to hurt you.” Cindy, “Keep going, I want it all. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Just go slow like you are. It feels so great that I want to yell.” Lorne, “I don’t think you’d wake anyone but maybe wait until next time.” Cindy, “Oh! Oh! Lor--,” (muffled screams) Lorne, “Oh! Oh, Cindy, are you ok?” Cindy, Oh, Lorne, I’m on the ceiling. I never felt like this before. I love you. I probably shouldn’t have said that.” Lorne, “Cindy, you are magnificent.” Cindy, “Stay in me. Roll over so I’m on top. My tits hurt. Let’s do it again.” Lorne, “You’ll be stretched so much that you won’t be able to walk in the morning.” Cindy, “I’ll take my chances. You feel so good. I want to feel another rush of your hot cum.”

I awoke in the morning with a splitting headache. Cindy was in bed with her back to me, which wasn’t unusually. I looked for signs to confirm my dream but didn’t find any. I even tried to check the adjoining room but the door was looked. Cindy normally slept later than I did. I showered, shaved and dressed and went downstairs. Kris was in the kitchen and offered me coffee. She too was complaining of a splitting headache. Had we been drugged? Lorne appeared about 1130. We asked if he had a headache. He replied, no and asked about Cindy. I said that she wasn’t up yet but I should take her a coffee. He said that was the duty of the host. I was quick to tell him that was the duty of her husband. Cindy was awake but looking like she hadn’t slept much. I gave her the coffee and started to talk. She asked if she could sleep for another hour, so I went back downstairs for brunch. I went back upstairs about 1245 to find Cindy soaking in the bath. She came down about 30 minutes later, looking very stiff. She said that she had hurt her hip the previous day. My first confirmation that my dream was reality came when I over heard Lorne telling Cindy that she was an amazing woman. The conversation turned to lighter topics when they noticed me enter the room. We left for home about 4 p.m.

The following week was hectic. Cindy and I didn't get to spend much time together, therefore no sexual contact. I was looking forward to the weekend as we were invited to my employer's home for the weekend. Cindy always became amorous in a strange bed.

Things became a little clearer on the weekend. We arrived at my employer's home, which is actual a mansion, late Friday afternoon. Cindy seemed to be having a great time during the evening and I was looking forward to a night of incredible sex. Cindy's mood seemed to change once we were alone and she told me that she wasn't in the mood for sex. The next day, the men went to the golf course, while the ladies took in the sun by the pool.

A number of employees and spouses had been invited for the evening barbecue and they began arriving about 6 p.m. I had just returned from golf, so Cindy and I went to our room to change for the evening. I changed into a clean golf shirt and slacks. Cindy wore a red silk blouse that buttoned up the front and a black silk pleated skirt. She looked very sexy with her blouse opened to show just the right amount of cleavage. Showing cleavage wasn't a problem for my wife with her 38dd breasts. We were down on the lawn mingling and having a drink. Suddenly without any warning, Kris screams out "you bitch" as she tackles Cindy driving her onto her back in the grass. I'm dumbfounded. Kris has my wife pinned down. Cindy’s legs are thrashing in an effort to get free which causes her short skirt to ride up displaying her sexy red panties. Kris drives her knee up between my wife's legs. Cindy screams out, the color drains from her face as she almost losses consciousness. Kris tears at Cindy's blouse in an attempt to dig her nails into my wife's tits. The guests had now circled the women with me on the outside of the circle. I could hear Kris say, "This will teach you not to screw my husband." A couple of the more chivalrous men, including my boss move to break up the fight. They pull Kris off my wife. Cindy was still on her back in extreme pain. I’m still in shock. I see Lorne but he knows that it’s time for him to make an exit, probably saving both of us some more embarrassment.

Richard, the man of the house and my employer, was quickly organizing a fight so the two ladies could settle their dispute. Richard had a well-equipped gym including a ring. Ten minutes later the two ladies were in the ring and striped down to their bra and panties ready to do battle. Kris is wearing a black bra and panties, with her firm 42dd breasts swelling over the top. My wife is wearing her red panties that had been displayed earlier and a matching bra that barely contain her firm 38dd tits. Cindy is an inch taller but 14 pounds lighter then Kris. Cindy has more boxing experience but Kris has the weight advantage. The guests were now gathered around the ring in anticipation of a brutal fight and that's exactly what they got.

Richard wanted to get these two she devils into battle before one or both of them lost their lust for blood. “The fight will be three minute rounds with a one minute rest until we have a winner by knockout or submission. There is no gouging, biting or scratching, otherwise anything goes. Obey the referee's instructions and come out ready to fight at the bell.” The referee is a big Irishman who ran the shipping department and who is well acquainted with fighting. The ladies wear full contact type gloves, which have some padding over the knuckles but only thin leather over the fingers.

Round 1 – Kris charges out of her corner but Cindy is expecting her. The girls begin exchanging solid punches, not a good move for Kris as Cindy is a boxer. Cindy connects with a solid right to the side of Kris's head. Kris's knees buckle and she falls on her butt, then onto her back. Cindy grabs the middle of Kris's bra with her left hand, pulls her to a sitting position, and drives a vicious right into Kris's face. The force severs Kris's bra giving the male guests their first bare tits of the fight. Kris is dazed from the punch. Cindy applies a vise like grip to Kris's plump nipples. Kris screams out in agony as my wife drags her across the ring. Cindy is out for vengeance as she slams Kris into the corner turnbuckle, then unleashes a double combination into Kris's 42dd. Kris again howls out in pain. Cindy drives her knee into Kris's tummy causing Kris to expel her mouth guard, then another knee and yet another as the bell saves a battered Kris.

Both ladies are wet with perspiration and breathing heavy. Cindy dazed Kris early with a big right hand and administered punishment for the entire round. Cindy is virtually unmarked. Kris has a mouse forming under her left eye, blood at the corner of her mouth and her tits are reddened from the beating they received in the first round.

Round 2 – Cindy storms from her corner as she did in the first round. Kris meets her with her guard up over her tender tits. Cindy mixes her punches up more this round, going from Kris's head to her groin. Kris uses her shoulder to drive Cindy into the corner padding, knocking the wind from her. Now it's Kris with her knee into Cindy's groin area. Cindy groans as she slumps to the mat in the fetal position. Kris grasps Cindy's hair and lifting her to a sitting position in the corner. She then propels her knee into each of my wife's tits. Now it's Cindy's turn to scream. Kris yanks Cindy forward by her hair so that Cindy is on her knees with her head clamped between Kris's legs. Kris snaps Cindy's bra open, releasing my wife's beautiful 38dd tits. Kris roughly grasps my wife's substantial nipples dragging her to her feet amid her screams of agony. Kris moves behind Cindy applying a full nelson, then a trip that sends my wife to the mat tits first with Kris's full weight on her back. The sound was a "whomp" followed by a number of groans. Kris releases the full nelson and applies a chin lock as the bell gives Cindy a reprieve from further punishment.

Kris who was on the receiving end in the first round turns things around and sends a hurting Cindy to her corner. My wife's nipples are cherry red and her tits are beginning to exhibit some bruises from Kris's attack. Cindy's right eye is also swelling.

Round 3 – The ladies, who are both hurting now, cautiously approach each other. Cindy stalks Kris in the boxing stance. My wife is looking to score with one good right hand. Kris stays with Cindy. Cindy with a firm left into Kris's massive tits. Kris groans as she moves close to Cindy to tie her up. Kris hands are on the inside and she's able to throw a brutal right uppercut into my wife’s groin. Cindy drops to the mat writhing in pain and clutching her throbbing womanhood. Kris drags Cindy to her feet, hurling her into the corner, just above us. Kris drives a left into my wife's tummy about an inch below her belly button. I can hear the rush of air expelling from Cindy's lungs. My wife's head pitches forward slightly and Kris delivers a right uppercut to Cindy's fully exposed chin. My wife goes out like a light. It was as beautiful a two-punch knockout as I've ever seen. The moment of humiliation, Kris drags my wife to our edge of the ring so that we're looking between her legs, then rolls her panties off giving the guests an unobstructed view of my wife's swollen womanhood. She poses for her victory pictures with her foot between my unconscious wife's tits.

Erica and one of the guests, who is a doctor, enter the ring to attend to Cindy. She becomes semiconscious but they help her from the ring to the dressing room. I make my way to the dressing. I can see Cindy stretched out on the trainer's table with the doc attending to her. Erica comes out and tells me that Cindy wants to be alone. I ask if Lorne is in there and Erica nods.

Cindy spends the night with Erica and disappears the next day before I'm back from golf. In fact Lorne and Kris are also gone. I return home Sunday evening to find a note from Cindy, which says that she needs to be alone to work things out. Kris informs me on Tuesday that Lorne and Cindy are together. I'm hurt that Cindy wouldn't at least talk to me. Erica drops in that evening to console me. This ends up being a regular occurrence.

Life seemed really quiet for awhile. Cindy called to arrange to pick up her personal things and to inform me that she wanted a divorce. I stayed in touch with boxing through Erica who was now training Kris. I watched Kris box a few times. She was now very good but her big tits caused her some problems. I couldn't help wanting to get my mouth over her nipples. I think Erica could read my mind as she kept Kris and I from being alone together. Erica ran into the house one evening, "You'll never guess what's going to happen?" I said, "what?" Erica, "Cindy is going to box Kris. Lorne called Kris and she accepted Cindy's challenge. The fight will be two weeks from Friday at the club."

NEXT - Cindy vs. Kris or my ex against her lover's ex.