I write my own stories under the author name of Cat Scratch. After I submitted my first story several people e-mailed about the story I wrote and asked if I could write something similar for them using wives, girlfriends or just friends in general. They give me ideas of what exactly they want and then allow me to throw in some of my own ideas. This is one of those stories. I will not include this in any future story submissions so as not to bore you too much. I hope you enjoy. If you like what I have written I enjoy hearing the ideas of others. Please feel free to e-mail me any ideas at Femfightfan69@aol.com

The Set Up – Martha vs. Sharon
By CS Custom

Don longed to see his wife Sharon in combat with another woman. For years he had shared his fantasy with her, but she always refused. It was the only thing she had not given him in their many years of marriage. Day after day, Don went to work, provided for his family. He was a hard worker and had given her a pleasant life. How dare she prevent him from the one thing in life he still wanted? It wasn’t asking much he thought.

Tom had only been with the company a few months, but he grew to understand Don. He knew something bothered him one day and tried to get him to talk about, but men being men, he just didn’t want to talk about it. A couple of weeks went by and Tom knew something was still wrong with his friend. He asked him again. Don was a little worried to let anybody else know about his secret fantasy. “Come on Don man, what’s bothering you….I mean….we are friends aren’t we.” Don knew Tom liked wrestling, they talked about it a lot at work. He also knew Tom liked watching the girls in their skimpy wrestling attire, but he also knew they were talking about beautiful girls in fake wrestling, not real fights. He was still a little worried to tell his friend, but he finally let it out. “I know….it’s just……..alright, here it is. We talk about wrestling a lot around here. Well, I’ve always wanted to see my wife fight another woman. She just doesn’t want to do it. I’ve brought it up several times, but she refuses to even discuss it with me. It’s something I really want.”

Tom’s interest in women’s wrestling had gotten the best of him too and he confided in Don that he too had the same desire for his wife. Tom told him he had held back talking to his wife about the same thoughts for years until he finally discussed it with her. To his surprise, she didn’t resist the idea. His beautiful wife Martha actually encouraged him to find someone to fight against. It took him a while, but he finally found an underground club that pitted women in combat. They paired her up against another beginner in her first match Tom shared and she won. He told Don that night after the match, “We had the best sex of our entire marriage.” Martha was so turned on from fighting another woman she couldn’t control herself. She had such a good time she asked Tom if they could make it a regular part of their life. “She’s been doing it for more than ten years now and she’s pretty damn good at it. She doesn’t get beat very often either.”

Don had seen pictures of Martha and he knew he’d enjoy seeing her in a match in some skimpy outfit. “Anyway you think we could trick my wife into fighting her. There’s no way I could get her into a club though.”

“Let me talk it over with Martha and see if she has any ideas. She’s good at that sort of thing.”

Don couldn’t wait to hear what Tom and Martha had planned. He hardly slept that night. When his alarm clock sounded the next morning, he shot up out of bed and got ready quicker than ever before. He anxiously waited on Tom that morning. Tom finally turned the corner and headed into his office and closed the door behind him. “OK, here’s Martha’s plan. We invite you two over to play cards, have a few drinks. Martha says at some point, women just have to go pee. When she does, we’ll tie you up. You can act sleepy and we’ll say we drugged you. Anyway, once you’re tied up, Martha will wait on your wife to come out, when she does she says she can get her to fight, not a problem. You game.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, when you two want to do this.”

“How about Friday night?”

“Done, we’ll see you Friday.”

Don could hardly wait. The next two days went by slowly for him. Finally Friday arrived, but the day moved in slow motion for him. At quitting time, he saw Tom, “See you in a couple of hours. Man I can’t wait for this.”

“Hey, one last question. Since we’re helping you out here, would you get pissed at me if we have a little extra fun with Sharon……you know what I mean.”

Don grinned, “Yeah, I know what you mean you sly old dog. You want to fuck her. I tell you what, it’s a long weekend. If you pull this off, you can keep her all weekend. Just don’t ever let on I was in on this. Just act like I’m still tied up in another room or something.”

The two men left and headed to their homes. Tom and Martha prepared their massive den. Their daughter came home unexpectedly for the weekend from college. She knew about Martha’s extra curricular activities in the club, but was surprised when she heard she was fighting someone in their home. She helped them arrange the furniture to give them more fighting room in the center of the large den and moved a few pieces of furniture out for them. “Mind if I watch from upstairs? I’ll stay quiet.”

Martha and Tom looked at each other. “Where did we go wrong? Yes you can watch, but stay quiet. Your dad works with this man and he doesn’t need to know this is a family affair. I still can’t believe we let you join the club with us.”

“Thanks mom.” The bright young Julie gave her mom and dad a quick hug and kiss and headed to her room upstairs for the night. A short while later the bell sounded and Tom opened the door letting Don and Sharon into their home.

After the brief introductions, the four sat at the small card table and started to play. Sharon excused herself immediately to the restroom. As she did, Martha told the guys to hold off, she’d never believe the drug would work that fast. It put a little damper on the plans, but everything was still on go. Sharon came back and they sat down for cards. Martha made repeated trips to the kitchen bringing drinks. Don looked over at his wife, “Whoo, I’m feeling a little groggy baby. It’s getting late, we’ll have to wrap this up soon…I don’t know how much longer I can go.”

Martha excused herself for a moment. “You two wouldn’t mind if I got a little more comfortable would you.” Both nodded no and Sharon chimed in, “No darling, go right ahead.”

In a few minutes, Martha returned wearing a short red robe. Her shapely tanned legs quickly caught the attention of Don. As she sat down at the table, she made sure her robe was hung slightly open giving a nice view of her cleavage. The two couples played another couple of hands of cards and Don again made a comment about not feeling quiet right. It had been nearly three hours but finally Sharon excused herself to the restroom again. Don jumped up and took a place in the chair that had been placed in the corner. Martha pulled the rope from behind it and Tom quickly bound him to the chair. Julie was peering down from above waiting to see her mother in action again. Martha pointed up at her for Don to see as the young woman waved at him.

Tom moved quickly to the sofa as they waited on Sharon to come back into the room. As she entered, Martha had taken a position next to the doorway, Martha stepped out in front of her and gave her a hard slap to the face. “What the hell was that for?”

“I’m sick and damned tired of my husband talking about you. Sharon this….Sharon that! He’s got a woman already….a woman that takes care of him and gives him everything he needs…..not some two bit whore like you that would take another woman’s man.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not trying to…..” Another hard slap caught in her face. “Now watch it bitch! Keep your hands to……..What have you done to Don?....Don……Don……” Don just sat back in his chair with his eyes closed as Sharon tried to wake her husband. She turned. “What have you two done to him?”

“A little something extra in his drink to keep him occupied,…….. while I kick your ass.” Martha dropped her small robe to the floor. She was nude. Standing 5’7” tall with 44DD breasts, Martha had a height advantage on Sharon. Their weights were similar, but Sharon only stood 5’2” tall and it was evident Martha was in the better fighting shape of the two. “Take off your clothes bitch or I’ll rip them from your body.”

“What…..strip……in front of your husband……..look, I don’t know what your problem is but I don’t want to fight you. Untie my husband and we’ll leave.”

“Not a chance you fucking cunt, I’m going to show my husband he already has the better woman.”

“Whatever, I’m not fightin……” Another hard slap landed to Sharon’s face and then Martha grabbed her short blonde hair and twisted and pulled until Sharon fell to the floor. Martha got on her back and shoved her face down into the carpet and began grinding Sharon’s face into the fibers. “Stopppppp, stoppppppp, you’re hurting me!”

“That’s the point you stupid fucking cunt!” Martha pulled Sharon up off the floor. She slammed Sharon face first into the card table. Cards went flying everywhere and the thin table broke in half. Sharon crashed through it and onto the floor again. Martha ripped Sharon off the mat again by her hair. Sharon finally accepted she was in a fight and reached out and grabbed Martha’s long brunette hair. The two twisted and turned ripping each other’s hair from their heads. The two finally released and stepped back.

Sharon removed her sweater and kicked off her shoes. She removed her dress and was preparing to fight in her white bra and panties. The bra barely concealed her plump 42C breasts. Her 150 pound body was about to be put to the ultimate test by Martha who couldn’t wait to get her hands on the blonde woman.

“Come on, take the bra off so I can get at those big tits.”

Sharon took off. Martha didn’t expect Sharon to charge her and it caught her off guard. Sharon’s shoulder was driven deep into Martha’s belly and the two women crashed into the wall and bounced off onto the floor. They rolled around, again ripping at each other’s hair. Martha was the stronger of the two and she finally got Sharon pinned beneath her on her backside. Martha drew back and threw a hard right punch down into Sharon’s jaw. Sharon had never been hit in her life and the blow brought tears to her eyes. Martha stood over her and grabbed her short blonde hair. “Aww, did that hurt. Well see how you like this bitch.” Martha drove her knee up catching Sharon underneath the chin and snapping her head back.

Only two blows had landed, but Sharon was dazed. She sat up and was trying to clear her head. Martha stepped behind her and undid the clasp on her bra freeing the 42C breasts. Sharon felt the bra fall from her body and quickly brought her hands up to cover her nipples. Martha was still behind her and drove a knee hard into the center of her back and forced Sharon down face first into the carpet again. As Sharon tried to sit back up, Martha dropped down with her knee into the center of Sharon’s back again. Sharon rolled over screaming at her as the pain shot through her back. Martha moved around and stayed behind Sharon. She reached out and grabbed Sharon’s wrists and pulled back while placing her foot in the center of Sharon’s back with Sharon now on her knees.

Martha looked over at her husband. “Get a good look at the titties on this bitch baby. You thought you’d like them. Are they as nice as you thought baby.”

Tom moved in closer. He took Sharon’s nipple into his mouth and sucked it. “Um, yeah baby….she tastes sweet….she’s got perfect titties baby.”

“Get you a good look ‘cause I’m gonna fuck them up.” Martha pushed Sharon over until her chest hit the floor. She grabbed Sharon by her ankles and starting dragging the blonde across the carpet. Sharon rolled to her side as the carpet fibers were burning her chest. Sharon reached up again, this time trying to rub the pain from her breasts. Martha rolled her the rest of the way over and had Sharon’s legs split wide apart. She stomped down into the center of Sharon’s panties. Sharon was in intense pain as Martha wildly stomped away at her panty covered pussy. After almost ten stomps, Martha finally let go of Sharon’s ankles. Sharon curled up into a fetal position begging Martha to stop.

“Please….no more….please don’t hurt me anymore…..why are you doing this?”

“Get up and fight cunt!” Martha began pulling Sharon’s panties down. Sharon still stayed curled up trying to protect herself from further punishment but Martha was no where close to being finished. She grabbed another handful of Sharon’s short hair and pulled her over to the sofa. She sat her up against it, drew back and began slapping Sharon’s face from side to side. Sharon began to cry as Martha’s hard slaps turned her face a bright red. Martha moved her hands lower slapping Sharon’s large breasts next. The hard slapping had her natural breasts swaying from side to side.

Martha dug her fingernails deep into Sharon’s magnificent breasts bringing loud screams from Sharon. Tom was encouraging his wife now. “Rip those huge fucking titties off baby.” Martha wildly began clawing away ripping at the tender tit flesh. Sharon was screaming, begging her to stop. “GOD……PLEASE….PLEASE STOP…..OH GOD! PLEASE…….NO MORE…..PLEASE GOD PLEASE STOP!”

Huge red streaks appeared across her chest as Martha finally moved away. She ran her hands through her own hair. Martha lost control when she fought and she walked around the room a few times as Sharon clutched her aching breasts, trying to rub the pain away.

Martha grabbed her by a foot and pulled her away from the sofa and into the center of the large den. Martha stood over her and dropped down with a balled right fist into Sharon’s head. She grabbed the short blonde hair again with her left hand as she drew back with her right fist again. Over and over she threw hard rights into Sharon’s head. Sharon was practically out as Martha let her head fall to the carpeted floor.

Martha walked around again and then came back for more. She spread Sharon’s legs wide and then drew her foot back and then violently punted Sharon’s exposed pussy. Punt and then Sharon would scream, another punt….another scream. Over and over Martha punted her bare foot into Sharon’s pubic bone. Sharon’s body was now a sweating mess as Martha stood over her. Martha moved forward and turned. She sat down, her ass smothering Sharon’s face. Martha sat down on Sharon’s face and starting throwing punches down into Sharon’s tender belly. Several hard punches had knocked the wind from Sharon and she couldn’t take any oxygen with Martha on her face.

Martha knew Sharon would pass out if she kept this up. She lifted off Sharon’s face for a brief moment allowing Sharon to take in some much needed air and then repeated it. Several more hard blows landed into Sharon’s now reddening belly and her was trying to suck in air but Martha had the air flow cut off. Again, Martha moved and Sharon quickly took in a few breaths of air.

Martha turned around next looking at her husband as she began grinding her pussy onto Sharon’s face. “Come on whore……….lick my pussy………come on.!” Sharon was defeated. She knew the only thing she could do was comply with Martha’s commands. She let her tongue part Martha’s pussy lips and tasted the salty sweaty pussy covering her face. She drew her tongue back into her mouth quickly. Martha reached back and drove a short quick punch down into Sharon’s pussy. “Eat my pussy you nasty cunt! Eat it or I’ll beat yours to a bloody pulp bitch!” Sharon again let her tongue slip into Martha’s slit. Martha began grinding her hips as she rode the blondes face. Tom stood and started removing his clothes as Don was intensely focused on the scene of Martha working over his wife.

“Oh…..yeah Tom….your little whore knows how to lick a pussy…..oooohhhhhh yes…yessssssssss…..uuummmmmmm baby……lick that clit…..yeah lick it baby!” Martha grabbed her huge breasts and began massaging them as she began grinding faster into Sharon’s face. After about two minutes Martha let out a scream of her own. “OH GOD…..I”M CUMMING……….SHIT…..I”M CUMMING…..COME ON…..HARDER……..FASTER…..OOOOOOOOOOOO SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT!” Martha was gasping, her breathing erratic as she slowed her hips down. She moved off Sharon. Sharon’s face glistened, covered in Martha’s juices.

Both women lay still on the carpet. Martha recovering from her intense orgasm, Sharon trying to recover from the beating she had taken. Martha stood, let out a deep breath and then grabbed Sharon by her blonde hair again. She pulled her up to her knees and dragged her over to Tom. “Alright Tom, you wanted this piece of shit, you got her. Let’s see how pathetic she is. I bet she can’t give you as good a blow job as I do baby. Here whore, take his dick…suck his dick….suck him dry.” Martha shoved Sharon down onto Tom’s rigid cock. “SUCK IT BITCH!”

Martha had tears streaking down her face as she bobbed up and down Tom’s shaft. She worked on his cock knowing she would suffer more beatings if she didn’t follow Martha’s instructions. Up and down she went, as quickly as she could, hoping, praying that her suffering would soon end. Martha reached down and pulled Sharon off Tom’s cock. “Stand up cunt….turn your ass around and fuck him! I want you to look at your husband while you fuck mine.” Tom moved up and slipped his hard dick into Sharon’s pussy and then pulled her back down to him. “Ride his cock whore….ride his cock like the whore that you are! Come on…..fuck him……fuck him…..move your ass bitch!”

Sharon picked up the pace. “Play with your pussy………..I said play with your pussy you fucking cunt!” Sharon moved her hand down and began rubbing. As she looked over at Don her body began to betray her. Her eyes were focused on her husband as her breathing increased. Her lip curled up under her teeth and her body began to quiver. Don knew his wife was experiencing an orgasm. Her body tensed but she made not a sound. Tom nodded at Martha and she roughly pulled Sharon by the hair pulling her off Tom. “Suck his dick again cunt……..taste your nasty cunt on him……..lick that disgusting juice off his cock.” Martha grabbed Sharon’s hair on each side of her head and forced her mouth up and down his cock. Tom told her he was cumming and she pulled Sharon off him and held her face right in front of his cock. Tom began stroking himself until he shot a thick load of semen all over her face. Sharon could only sob as the thick salty semen shot across her lips, dripping from her mouth. Finally, Tom shoved his dick back into her mouth and Martha ordered her, “Suck the last drop from his cock whore!”

When she took the last of his semen, Martha grabbed her by the hair again and turned her. She had Tom pull Sharon’s arms back. Martha began slapping Sharon in the face again. “Look at me you fucking cunt! Now I’m gonna show you how to take care of a man. I want you to watch me suck your husband’s cock….then I’m going to fuck him, good. He’ll never want a sorry piece of ass like you after I fuck him.”

Martha backed away from Sharon. Martha laughed at the sight of Sharon with cum matted in her hair, stuck to her face and dripping from her chin. Martha finally turned. She went to Don, unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. She slid his boxers down exposing his rock hard cock. “Oh look Sharon, he got hard watching you fuck somebody else, sucking somebody else’s dick and eating my pussy. He’s so excited.” Martha took Don into her mouth. Don’s head tilted back as Martha worked up and down his cock. Don’s moans told Sharon her husband was enjoying Martha giving him a blow job. Martha made sure to turn her head and body so Sharon could see her husband’s dick sliding back and forth over her lips. She licked up and down his length and sucked his balls into her mouth. Martha pulled off, “Oh Sharon, he tastes so good. I love the way his cock feels in my mouth. Don’t you just love the way this cock feels in your mouth. Ummmmm…….”

Martha let Don’s cock plop out of her mouth. “I’ve got to have his cock in my pussy, filling me up…..Sharon……don’t you like the feeling of a good cock filling your pussy. I love having a man’s cock fill mine.” Martha sat down, her legs wrapped around Don as she moved up and down. Martha was very flexible and she let herself fall backwards giving Tom and Sharon a good view of her breasts as Don worked his cock up into her. Martha reached over and undid the ropes holding Don in place. He stood and lowered Martha to the floor and began fucking her furiously. Martha smiled at Sharon as she was being forced to watch her own husband pounding away in another woman’s pussy.

All of a sudden, Julie’s moans from above drew the attention of the foursome downstairs. She had been watching and she was working her fingers quickly on her own pussy. Tom and Martha laughed at the sight of their daughter fingering herself as she watched her mother being fucked by Don. Don finally exploded inside her and collapsed on top of Martha.

Sharon cried as Tom still held her firmly. “Don…..why…..she freed you…you could have fought and gotten us out of here.”

Julie came rushing down the stairs and interrupted. “Mom…don’t let them go…..let me fight her in the dungeon…..let me have them both.” Martha turned looking at Don. “If you want your wife back, come with me.” Martha, Julie and Don walked out of the den. Sharon heard the door shut. Several minutes later, Martha returned….Tom, bring her to the basement. They led Sharon down the dark stairwell into their basement. Don was strapped to a wall spread eagle. He had been stripped of all clothing. Julie was just finishing attaching the last cuff to his ankle as Sharon entered. They laid her on a large wooden table with four leather cuffs on it. Sharon was strapped to the table. We’ll be back to see you in a little while.