Wife Finally Catfights

By Luvcats

This is a true story.

My dream was always to see my wife Karen in a catfight with another wife. Now, mind you, I am not the type who wants to see two women, especially one who is the mother of my children, in a real street type brawl. First off, one of them would stand to get hurt, and I am not into seeing women get hurt to indulge my fantasy. Second, a street fight would end up getting broken up too soon, or end quickly if one did hurt the other badly. And lastly, there would not be the guarantee of seeing the majority of their great bodies in a street brawl.

For a year or so, I would let Karen know how much it would turn me on to see her wrestle or catfight another woman. At first, she was not exactly enamored of the idea. We are talking about a sexy, beautiful, classy lady here who was never in a fight in her life.

But I kept bringing it up, and actually got her to watch some wrestling tapes, always making sure I showed her matches of the novice types who were also petite like Karen. It was great just to watch them with her. One day she mentioned that the girls we were watching fight on tape were not that good. I asked her if she thought she could hold her own or beat one of them. She actually said she thought she could! I knew I was on my way!

Finally, being the persistent soul that I am, I actually convinced Karen that she should give it a try. Her requests were that it be another wife close to her age and size, one who had not had a match yet either, that they be nice, professional people like us, and there would be no hidden agenda such as wife swapping, etc. They must also be a couple from out of town that we did not know in order to maintain discretion.

She told me to see if I could find that perfect couple. I guess she thought I never would.

Thank you, internet!! After a couple months of going to female wrestling groups and chat rooms, I finally found a husband who had the same desires as me, with a wife that seemed the perfect match. Both Ken and I were more excited than I can describe. After tons of chats and a few phone calls between him and me, we finally developed enough trust with each other to exchange pictures of the wives- with their permission of course.

Both Ken and I were in awe when we saw the pictures- two blonde haired mothers and wives, both in their early 40's, both about 5'3”, 115-120, and both very pretty, cute, sexy women- the kind that would be the perfect “girl next door” types. And neither had ever been in a fight in her life, both very sweet, great girls.

We finally got Karen and Tammy to talk on the phone, and after the conversation even they knew that the perfect opponent had been found. They had a great talk about the children in each family, their mutual love of shopping, the weather, etc. The only mention of the match was that they both loved each of their husbands to the point that they would actually give this a try- even though they both though Ken and I were crazy! The only problem was that we lived 500 miles apart. They both agreed they would leave the details to Ken and me.

We set a date to meet in mid-June, 2006. The catfight was 2 months away. This gave Ken and me enough time to work out the details as far as rules, attire, how many rounds, etc. And, all during this time of our conversations, we would run our wishes and ideas by the wives to get their ok and to keep them informed.

Here in a nutshell is what was agreed upon.

The wives would catfight with hairpulling allowed. There would be no punching, no kicking, nothing to the face at all, and no choking. The girls would start on their knees- no standing at all was to be allowed- to keep this fight as safe as possible for the girls.

The first round would be fought in very sexy, risqué, loose fitting lingerie. Our idea was to not have Karen and Tammy start topless, but once they started to fight we knew that the tops would not stay in place would allow us to see their breasts – and we knew that they would be so busy fighting, the fact that tops were out of sorts would not be a big deal to them. They both liked that idea, as neither wanted to come right out topless to start, but both knew and agreed that they would fight topless. This was the perfect way to “break the ice” of topless action. The remainder of the rounds would be fought topless and in thongs.

We did not set an exact number of rounds for the girls to fight. We had no idea how long each round would go, and did not want to be foolish enough to make this a best 2 out of 3, or 3 out of 5 type match. We all agreed that they would fight to submission, and then take a nice break to recover, then fight again, and do this as many times as possible until both Karen and Tammy agreed it was enough. Whoever was ahead at that point would be the winner.

The most important thing to me and Ken was that both the wives had agreed that they would fight to win and both expected and knew the match would be real and very competitive. We all understood that this was not to be a “roll around and giggle” session – that would be a total waste of time. Both wives readily acknowledged that they each really wanted to win, but both also agreed that win or lose they wanted the fight to be competitive and hoped that they would be evenly enough matched so that Ken and me got to see a great catfight regardless of who won. PERFECT!!!

Karen and I talked about the match many times as mid-June approached, and our sex was the best ever! Ken informed me that he and Tammy experienced the same type conversations and sexual enjoyment. Finally, THE WEEKEND arrived.

We met Ken and Tammy at a town midway between us- about 250 miles from home for each of us. We rented a private cabin on a lake in the middle of a wooded area so that we would have total privacy. The cabin was about 15 miles from town. We met them in town at a nice restaurant for our very first face to face meeting. Ken was 42 years old and a really nice guy. His wife Tammy was 41 years old, 5'3”, 115, nicely toned arms in a very feminine way, a very pretty face and cute smile, with a personality that was as warm and friendly and outgoing as one could ever hope for. Her hair was blonde, about shoulder length, and very pretty. Her breasts were about a “B”cup, and her tits were perfectly proportional for her build. She was just a very pretty, classy, warm woman.

I could immediately tell that Ken approved of my wife Karen's appearance. Heck, who wouldn't? Karen is also 5'3”, 40 years old at that time, and was weighting about 118. Karen has a face that is as pretty and cute as any cover-girl model, with an infectiously beautiful smile that would light up any room, and radiant sandy blonde hair just above her shoulders with gorgeous green eyes. Her legs are perfectly toned and sexy, and her breasts are a very nice pair of 34C's. Oh, and one more thing, Karen has the absolutely perfect ass. I mean perfect! No sagging rear end here- a butt that proudly sits up nice and tight and shaped to perfection. Her face and ass are both to die for!

One of the things I will never forget at that first meeting was the warmth and kindness that both Karen and Tammy extended to each other, all the while very discreetly checking each other's bodies out from top to bottom. Neither one of them missed a single detail of the other, and I really don't think either one of them was aware that both Ken and I noticed it clear as a bell.

We sat down to dinner and spent a great couple hours really getting to know each other. Clearly, these were the type of people that we would have been best friends with if they had lived in our area.

We probably only spent about 20 minutes of the entire evening talking about the main event to take place the following evening. But the one thing I remember that stood out to me was a comment that Tammy made, and one that Karen immediately agreed with. Tammy commented that it was pretty amazing that both she and Karen knew the main reason they were there- and that was to fight each other. She said that after meeting Karen, she and Karen would be best friends if they lived nearby. But the very next night they would be fighting each other and fighting hard to defeat the other, with absolutely no reason to be fighting except for the fact that Ken and I wanted to see them fight. She was exactly right! They would be pulling each other's hair, fighting hard to make the other quit, really going after each other, doing this 99% naked—and all just because we husbands wanted to see our wives catfight. And they were willing to do it, though neither had ever been in a fight in her life! AMAZING!!!

After dinner we all went to the cabin. It was a great place, perfectly nestled in the woods, and about 50 yards from a lake. But the best thing about it was the large den area which would serve as a perfect catfight arena. The girls helped Ken and me move furniture out of the den area. We set up the mats we had brought with us, and used all the sofa cushions and extra pillows to line the perimeter of the matted area to be sure neither girl could accidentally hit their head on a wall or anything once the fighting got underway if the action took them off the mats.

We went and sat by the kitchen table, talked awhile, and then retired to our separate bedrooms to get some sleep as the long day of driving, wining, and dining had us ready for a great night of sleep. Of course, I had to make love to my sexy Karen first- then slept like a log.

The next day, Ken and I played golf while the girls went into town to shop. About 4 pm we met the girls in town for a nice, early dinner, then it was back to the cabin for the evening of catfighting.

After sitting and talking a bit, we all decided it was the time we had waited for. It was about 7 pm, and the girls went to the bedrooms to put on their lingerie for round one. Ken and I sat on the sofa just removed from the catfight “pit” and anxiously awaited our beauties entrance into the room. Both Karen and Tammy came out at the same time, and, wow, what a site they were.

Tammy was in a royal blue babydoll, with the top hanging loosely just below her tits and sheer enough to clearly see her breasts and nipples as if she were topless. She was wearing a matching royal blue bottom that was also sheer and loose fitting, showing both her wonderful ass cheeks and the matching royal blue g-string. She looked great!

Karen was wearing exactly the same babydoll, but her's was black, which contrasted magnificently with her blonde hair and sexy green eyes. It was no accident that the girls had the same babydoll- this was planned to a “T”, as Ken and I had ordered them from the same company and same model, just making sure the colors were different. Both girls were barefoot, and all jewelry, including wedding rings, was removed.

The girls smiled at us and each other, and took to the mats to stretch their petite, wonderful bodies before the battle began. It was time for them to catfight! My dream, as well as Ken's, was about to come true, and I must admit feeling some nervousness as fight time approached, hoping my Karen would be able to do ok, and at least hold her own. We had all agreed the girls would really fight, by the rules of course, and neither would do anything but her best to win each and every round.

I was nervous with anticipation to see how Karen would react when Tammy went after her. Would she fight back hard, would she be able to have that “refuse to lose” mentality, would she be mentally tough enough to hang in there when she was in trouble, would she just give up real fast when in trouble, would she be able to handle losing if she did……all these questions and more were racing thru my head. Both Ken and I knew that while neither girl said it out loud, neither of them wanted to lose to the other. No way would any woman want another woman to make her look bad in front of her husband. Without a word of it spoken, we knew and could sense there was a great deal of female pride on the line here.

Finally, they stood up and said they were ready. Ken and I brought them together in the middle of the mats and went over the rules one more time. They both said they understood. The girls smiled at each other, shook hands, and got to their knees to start the fight. I looked at the clock. It was 7:20 pm. We each kissed our wives and wished them luck. We then said “fight”!

Immediately Tammy went after Karen like a bat out of hell! She charged from her knees and got her head and shoulder into Karen's body and drove her back hard onto the mats. She was all over Karen in a flash, with Karen already on her back and Tammy's chest on Karen's chest. Tammy grabbed a handful of Karen's hair with her right hand and pulled- hard. A yelp came from Karen's mouth, but my sexy little fighter got the idea real fast and grabbed two handfuls of Tammy's blonde hair and yanked her head to the side. Legs were all wrapped together, sexy thighs entwined, tops already showing sexy tit flesh as the tops rode up, nipples in contact with nipples, as they continued to pull each other's hair fighting side by side. These two were really going at each other – this was a fast and furious catfight! Exactly what we had hoped for!

Tammy tried to get back on top of Karen, and just as she was making her move to mount my wife, Karen realized what those gorgeous legs were for, and wrapped her thighs around Tammy's ribs, locked her ankles, and squeezed. You could see the pained expression on Tammy's precious face, but she was still hanging in there, until Karen rolled Tammy to her side and applied the scissors even harder. A loud moan emerged from Tammy, quickly followed by a slap of her hand to the mats signaling her submission. Karen immediately relinquished the hold, and Tammy rolled away to the side, laying there momentarily to collect herself. Karen's face lit up in an expression of pride and joy, realizing she had won the first round.

I went to her, knelt beside her, hugged her and kissed her. She stood up, her hair already a mess from the hairpulling, adjusted her top, all the while beaming with that gorgeous smile. Her hands were shaking, obviously from the nerves, and she walked to sit on the sofa. Ken was helping Tammy to her feet, and we all went to the sofa to relax and talk some. The first round lasted all of 2 minutes, but it was amazing! Tammy told Karen congrats on the first round win, and said she had just learned a valuable lesson about watching out for those body scissors.

This was amazing! These two women had been friendly before they started, then fought like they hated each other for 2 minutes, then seemed to be best of friends again- amazing!

After about 5 minutes, the girls got up to go their respective bedrooms to get rid of the lingerie. We all knew from here on out it was topless, thong action the rest of the way. Ken and I- alone for a few minutes while the girls were changing- looked at each other in awe of what we had just seen. Ken told me, “Hey, we wanted a serious catfight, that looks like what we are in for”. I could not have agreed more.

A couple minutes later, Karen walked out topless and in a lavender thong that was more of a g-string than a thong. She looked stunning! A minute later, Tammy came out topless in her white thong, that wasn't quite as miniscule as Karen's. Our two beautiful topless wives sat there with us and talked a minute or two until I asked if they were ready for round two. Neither girl hesitated- up on their feet in a flash and walking right to the center of the mats. Their asses looked phenomenal.

They both got to their knees to start round two. Both Ken and I got to our feet, and walked around different sides of the mats to get the best possible views of round two about to begin. Ken shouted for them to fight. Tammy and my Karen both reached their hands out for the other's, both had smiles on their faces as their hands clasped, and once the struggle started the smiles were replaced with looks of determination.

As they struggled in this test of arm strength, Karen's breasts moved sensually, her nipples getting longer by the second. As if on cue both wives released the hand grips and grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair each, pulling hard. The girls remained on their knees, fighting to stay upright as their heads were yanked from side to side with pretty vicious hairpulling. Tammy suddenly got one of her arms around Karen's head, nailing a great headlock on Karen as her other hand continued to viciously pull Karen's hair. The look on Tammy's face was one of a fierce competitor determined to exact revenge for her first round loss.

Tammy threw her bodyweight into Karen's side and she took Karen down, the headlock still locked on like a vice. Karen went down hard in a thud as Tammy maintained the brutal headlock with one arm as her other hand continued to yank hard on Karen's sandy blonde locks. All the while Karen still had one hand in Tammy's hair, but she did not seem to be hurting Tammy enough to make Tammy release either grip she had on Karen.

Tammy maneuvered her body perfectly, and now had her chest across Karen's face, one of Tammy's breasts half covering Karen's face with Tammy's nipple almost in Karen's eye. Karen's face was turning somewhat red as Tammy continued to apply the headlock and pressure to Karen, Karen's g-string was all the way into her ass, her pussy lips beautifully exposed. Karen's ass muscles tightened as she strained to try and get out of this headlock, beads of perspiration forming on her back.

Tammy legs and ass looked sexy as hell as she maintained the headlock, and she was grunting with determination as she kept her breast on Karen's face. Ken was shouting for Tammy to kick Karen's ass and finish her off. But Karen refused to submit, her fighting spirit now on display and undeniable. I saw no way for Karen to get out of this predicament, but I shouted for her to pull the bitch's hair harder. Ken and I were only a foot or two away from the catfighting wives, moving around to get the best possible views of both the action and their sexy bodies.

Tammy continued to work her body away from Karen's legs so as to avoid any repeat of the punishing bodyscissors Karen had clamped on her in round one. Karen was being manhandled, but she did have Tammy's hair and was alternately yanking hard, the relaxing, then yanking even harder. Tammy's head was being pulled back and to the left, her neck at an angle that was not natural. Tammy's eyes showed the pain she was feeling in her neck and scalp, but the tough, petite Tammy would not let up one bit with the devastating headlock she had in place. Tammy started using her other hand to even yank harder on Karen's hair. Finally, Karen submitted the round, her face red and sweaty. The two wives rolled away from each other and lay on the mat breathing heavily and both sweating in moderation. I went to Karen's aid to see if she was ok and noticed tears in her eyes. I helped her up and led her back to our bedroom. Neither girl said a word to each other as we left the catfight room. The round had lasted seven minutes, with Karen's head in Tammy's devastating headlock for at least six of the minutes .I sensed the tone of the evening was changing.

Once I got back into our bedroom with Karen, I hugged and kissed her and asked if she was ok. Her reply amazed me. She said that she couldn't wait to get back out there and even the score with that bitch. I told her that the score was even. Karen replied that she wanted to even the score for what Tammy did to her the last round.

“Can you believe she had her nipple in my eye for most of the time we were fighting?” she asked. Karen continued. “I can understand if it happed for a moment. But she could see where her nipple was, and she did all she could to keep it in my eye. She definitely was trying to humiliate me!”

I tried to calm her down, but to no avail. She would hear none of it, and told me that she was going to kick Tammy's ass once they resumed. I couldn't wait. This was really getting better and better. What a fight it had been so far- but the best was yet to come.

I rubbed her face down with a cool hand cloth, gently, and kissed that precious face. Karen's look was one of determination I had never before seen in her eyes. I told her to take her time and come back out when she was ready. I patted her gorgeous ass, caressed those ass cheeks, and headed back to the sofa by the “fight pit”.

Ken was sitting there alone as Tammy had gone back to her room as well. He asked if I sensed what he sensed. I asked what he meant. Ken stated “I think this fight is heating up and the girls are not feeling so friendly any more.” He went on to add that Tammy enjoyed kicking Karen's ass the last round and expected Karen to come out more intensely in round three. He also said that Tammy intended to fight even harder than she had up to this point, and she had every intention of showing Ken that she was a better woman than Karen and could win this fight. I told Ken that Karen is pissed about the nipple to the eye and said she would kick Tammy's ass in round three. We both knew that this catfight was about to go to the next level.

A few minutes later Tammy re-entered the room, her bare breasts swaying as she walked. She had also changed from her white thong to a red g-string which looked more like dental floss than a piece of clothing. It was obvious that she was not going to let Karen put more of her body on display than she was. Tammy came to sit on the sofa next to Ken, and bent over first to pick up her cup of water. Her ass cheeks spread as she bent over, fully showing her beautiful ass and her pussy lips that her g-string had no chance to fully conceal. She looked magnificent.

As we made small talk for a minute or two, Karen came back into the room, wearing her same g-string and looking fabulous. She walked straight to the center of the mats and asked if we were all ready for the next round. She was definitely ready to fight and had no intention of socializing with Tammy. There was no smile on her face.

Tammy quickly got to her feet and did not hesitate to walk right out to the center of the mats where Karen was standing. She was not smiling either.

Sensing what was going on, I quickly got up, Ken following right behind me. I walked up to both of the wives and stated “Girls, I sense that both of you are about to get involved in an even more intense catfight than we have seen up to this point. We all know that the rules must be followed by both of you. Are there any changes you want to make? If so, you both must agree. It is imperative that both of you honor the rules at all times”.

Karen was the first to say, “Well, it is obvious that it is now ok to stick your nipples in the the other's eye and keep it there”. Tammy responded that she did not do that on purpose to which Karen said “BS”.

“Come on, girls, are there any rules you want to change?” asked Ken.

Karen suggested that they start the rounds from here on out from a standing position, no more kneeling starts. Tammy agreed. Tammy then said that she saw no reason why tits could not be grabbed and squeezed. Karen quickly accepted, but I added one proviso- namely, that fingernails could not be dug into the titty flesh. Grabbing and squeezing were ok, but no nails digging in. Both women readily agreed. In order to be sure that neither woman's breasts would be harmed by nails, I asked that they each be willing to go back to their rooms and cut the nails all the way back. They both agreed and did so. Five minutes later we were all back on the mats.

Ken stated the he was sorry for having blurted out in the previous round for Tammy to kick Karen's ass, and asked both Karen and I if that had bothered either of us. We both said that was all a part of it, and we all agreed that it was perfectly ok to say whatever we wanted. The girls were also told that it was ok for them to say whatever they wanted to each other during the fighting. We all agreed that we were all adults; we had heard every expression ever uttered, we were in a private setting, and it was natural for both the fighting women and their men watching to want to say things in the heat of battle.

Both women promised to adhere to the rules. Ken and I each kissed our wives, wished them luck, and stepped from the center of the mats to the outer edges. Our two bare breasted warriors, wearing only the tiniest of g-strings stood about five feet apart waiting for the signal to start round three. There were no smiles on either face at all, only looks of sheer determination. This was going to be one hell of a catfight between two sexy wives determined to prove who the better woman was.

Once I signaled for them to start, neither woman wasted any time. They both moved fast to each other, their chests meeting with a thud as both women immediately grabbed two handfuls of hair. What a site to see! Tammy and Karen's breasts were mashed into each other's, both women standing, their heads being pulled back by the grips on the hair in the back of their heads. They moved over a very small area in the center of the mats, trying to maintain balance, pained expressions on their faces as the brutal hairpulling continued.

Karen seemed to be inflicting the most pain, as Tammy's moans and facial expressions showed the pain she was experiencing. But then Tammy got her foot behind Karen's ankles and surged forward with her body weight, tripping Karen. The two women went down hard, hit the mats, both still having both hands in the other's hair.

They rolled over and over, one way then the other, one gaining the advantage, then the other appearing to have better position. All the while their great, toned legs were fully entwined with the other's legs, their chests were together, nipples on nipples, faces only inches apart as the double fisted hairpulling continued for each. The sliver of g-string was well into each of their pussies as four beautiful pussy lips were fully exposed. And, geez, they were fighting like wildcats! I could not believe the fight I was seeing my wife involved in against another wife of similar age and size.

Then Tammy made the first move using the new rules. She released one of her hands from Karen's hair and latched onto Karen's right breast, and she really squeezed it hard. Karen yelped as Tammy dug in. Karen's titty flesh was oozing out between Tammy's fingers She had a hell of a grip on Karen's right tit.

Karen responded by freeing her left hand from Tammy's hair and grabbing Tammy's right breast as well. She applied as serious of a grip onto Tammy's tit as Tammy had on Karen's breast. The rolling over and over had stopped. They were in a static position, thighs wrapped together, one hand of each wife pulling the hell out of her adversary's hair, the other hand squeezing a tit as hard as she could. It was a good thing that I had required that nails be cut off, because as hard as they were squeezing each other's breasts I can assure you that fingernails would have been digging into their beautiful tits and inflicting some damage – more than either needed or had bargained for.

They remained in this stalemated position for a minute or two, the only sounds we heard were moans of pain from each as the hairpulling and tit mauling continued. Their legs were moving a bit, their ass muscles tightening over and over again, and those pussies in full view. I am a major admirer of my wife's perfect ass, and I can tell you that it never looked tighter or sexier than it did while Karen was fighting at this very moment. Their cute and beautiful faces had expressions of pain and determination. Their bodies never looked better, but they were in one hell of a vicious fight. I could not believe what I was watching!

Tammy then changed tactics. I believe she felt that her tit mauling of Karen's right tit was doing more damage to Karen than her hairpulling was, so she released her one handed hairpull and used that free hand to latch onto Karen's left breast as well. She know had both of Karen's tits in her hands and was squeezing for all she was worth. Karen obviously was hurting, and she released Tammy's tit and used her hand to get it under Tammy's chin and started to push Tammy's head back into a very awkward position, all the while using the other hand to pull Tammy's head back in the same direction. Karen's strategy worked, and Tammy released Karen's breasts and used her hands to try and get Karen's hand from under her chin. As she did, her body separated enough from Karen for Karen to be able to use her legs and feet to push Tammy away- and hard. Tammy flew back onto her ass away from Karen, the girls now separated.

Both women got to their feet. Their hair was a mess, and they were both breathing very fast and hard. Their beautiful breasts were moving up and down with every breath. Both women's tits showed the effect of the aggressive squeezing they had undergone. Both of Karen's tits were reddened and still had the finger marks of where Tammy's fingers had dug in. Tammy's right breast was similar to both of Karen's mammaries. The two women circled slowly, obviously using this brief break in the action to collect themselves and regain their wind and stamina.

Ken shouted out to Tammy that she was doing great and that she would kick Karen's ass. Before I could shout my encouragement to Karen, Karen told Tammy “There is no way you are going to win, bitch.” Tammy replied “I am going to kick your ass, you fucking cunt!” To which Karen replied “Fuck you, whore. Let's go, fight, you flat chested cunt!”

I could not believe what I was hearing! Karen had never spoken like that the entire 18 years of our marriage. This was amazing, and there was no way I was going to interfere. I shouted to Karen to teach that bitch a lesson and kick her ass. They rushed at each other. Karen attacked low this time, and put a shoulder into Tammy's waist, basically tackling her! Karen's legs drove hard, and she actually lifted Tammy's feet slightly off the mats and drove her down hard to the mats, her shoulder driving right into Tammy's stomach as they hit the deck.

One could all but hear the wind come out of Tammy's sails, and Karen was all over her in a second. Karen grabbed Tammy's hair as Karen was right on top of Tammy, and Karen's tits were above Tammy's tits. Tammy was dazed. Karen moved up higher on Tammy and got her tits all over Tammy's face as she straddled Tammy. Karen was using her tits to smother Tammy's face, and no doubt exacting revenge for the nipple to the eye move that Tammy had used on her in the prior round. Women don't forget!

Tammy's legs were flailing wildly. She was panicked both from having some wind driven from her lungs from Karen's “tackle”, and now her inability to breathe as Karen's tits were all over her face and nose and mouth. And Karen was still pulling the shit out of Tammy's hair, too. What a site Karen's ass was as she was mounted on Tammy, a knee on each side of Tammy's body, and leaning over to keep her tits on Tammy's face. Her ass cheeks looked perfect, and that tiny g-string was so far into her pussy it was if she were nude. Her pussy looked incredible.

I heard Karen tell Tammy, “Give up, bitch, while you still can” Tammy, in a muffled voice, said she gave and she tapped the mat hard with her hand. Karen stood up, but still had Tammy's hair in her hand, and gave her one last hard tug as she moved away from Tammy. Tammy just lay there, breathing hard as she tried to catch her breath back, and Ken rushed to his fallen wife to assist and comfort her. That round had lasted 7 minutes, with the second part of that round taking only 90 seconds.

Karen stood and walked to me as I rushed to her. We embraced and Karen gave me a very sexy, deep kiss as my hands grabbed and caressed her ass from behind. I got Karen a glass of water as she sat on the sofa. Tammy was still on her back on the mat with Ken at her side. I heard slight sobs from Tammy. Not once did Karen ask if she were ok. When Tammy got up, I asked both girls if that was enough for the night. Karen immediately said that she would fight all night if that is what it took to win the fight. Tammy stopped in her tracks, turned to Karen and said, “I will be right back. This fight is not over.” With that, she and Ken left the room and went to their bedroom.

I followed Ken and Tammy to their room and told them to take as much time as Tammy needed before returning to continue the catfight. Tammy went into the bathroom, and Ken thanked me for the time extension, though we had no hard and fast rule dealing with breaks between rounds. I asked Ken if he thought it was a good idea to let the girls continue this fight, given the escalation of emotions and anger. Ken told me that as he and Tammy were walking to the room ahead of me, he had asked Tammy that exact question. Tammy had told him that there was no way he was to either interfere or stop the fight. She told him that the agreed upon rules before the fight were that Tammy and Karen would decide when the fight was over. I had my answer and now knew that this catfight between these two petite mothers and beautiful wives was not over.

I went back to the sofa to join my sexy, little wife Karen. She was finishing her water and relaxing. I asked if she was ok, and she assured me that she was. I told her that I had told Ken and Tammy to take as much time as they wanted before returning. As I was finishing my words, I saw Tammy and Ken re-enter. Tammy walked to the mat, opting not to join us on the sofa. She asked if we were ready to see round four.

I kissed Karen as she was starting to stand, wishing her luck. I watched her sexy ass as she walked away, ready to confront Tammy again. The two women stood facing each other about ten feet apart. What happened next blew me away.

Tammy looked Karen right in the eye, then proceeded to take her g-string off, stepping out of it and tossing it to her husband Ken. She looked at Karen and asked her if she was woman enough to fight her nude. Karen replied that her g-string was bothersome anyway and irritating as it worked its way up her crotch as she fought. Karen, without hesitation, stepped out of her g-string and tossed it to me, just as Tammy had done with her g-string.

I was now looking at these two amazing wives, standing nude in the middle of the mats, waiting to continue what had become a much more intense and vicious catfight than any of us had ever imagined would take place.

Ken shouted for the girls to fight, and boy, did they ever. Karen and Tammy rushed each other and Tammy side stepped Karen, grabbed her hair and threw Karen down by her hair. Karen went down to the mats and Tammy literally lunged at her. Karen rolled away a bit, but Tammy was still able to get on top of Karen, with Karen on her back. What a beautiful site as Karen was on her back, her legs wide open, struggling to get off her back with her pussy wide open and fully on display. Tammy was on top Karen, fighting to keep Karen under her, her pussy and ass also fully displayed. Both women had their female sex wide open as they fought each other.

Karen was bucking her hips up, time after time, trying to throw Tammy off her, but to no avail. Then Karen tried to get her hips turned to get to her side, desperately trying to get off her back. Karen really threw her hips hard to one side, and successfully got to her side. Tammy, having lost her top position, was still in great position as her chest was to Karen's back also on her side. Tammy tried to get her legs around Karen's midsection, while at the same time latching both her hands onto Karen's tits. Tammy dug her fingers into Karen's tits harder than ever. Karen screamed out in pain from the attack to her tits, and dug her fingers into Tammy's wrists, trying desperately to get Tammy's hands away from her proud rack.

Karen's move worked as she was able not only to get Tammy's hands off her hurting breasts, but she now had control of Tammy's hands. Quickly Karen got to her knees and turned to face Tammy, still holding strongly onto Tammy's wrists. Both women were on their knees, and Karen pulled Tammy close to her by the wrists, then released her grip on Tammy's wrists and got her left arm around Tammy's neck, with Tammy's head pushed down. Karen worked her way around Tammy, getting behind her and to her side, still maintaining the headlock. Karen taunted Tammy, telling her “I have you now, cunt” Tammy's reply was “Fuck you, bitch” her head still being forced down by Karen's headlock. Karen then shocked me with her next reply. “You wanted to take off the g-strings and include our pussies in the action, well, ok” With that she used her free hand to reach between Tammy's legs and she grabbed onto Tammy's pussy, grabbing a whole handful of trimmed blonde bush and pussy flesh. Karen pushed forward hard with her body weight, forcing Tammy flat onto her stomach with Karen behind her on her back, both the headlock and pussy hold still in place.

It was amazing to see Karen's hand in the crack of Tammy's precious ass, especially knowing that she had a firm grip on Tammy's pussy. My wife was showing a side of herself to me I had never seen before and didn't know existed. While in full control of Tammy, and on her back, she asked Tammy if she was ready to submit. Tammy once again told Karen to go fuck herself. Karen then said, “No, Tammy, I think I will fuck you, and show both husbands that you are not nearly the woman or wife that I am.”

With that said, Karen then inserted two fingers into Tammy's pussy, and started to work her from behind. Tammy cried out “No”, but her hips said “Yes” Amazingly, Tammy's ass and hips started to rise and fall as Karen's fingers fucked her vagina. Tammy began to moan, and Karen continued to work her. I could not believe what I was watching. Neither Ken nor I said a word, and there was no way we were going to stop this.

Tammy rose to her knees, Karen had released the headlock and now had that free hand on Tammy's left breast, not trying to hurt it, but working it sensually as her other hand was well into Tammy's pussy, working the insides of Tammy's beautiful cunt. Even Karen now was starting to moan as she felt Tammy's wetness on her fingers.

Karen then turned Tammy to her back, laying on the left and to the side of Tammy, her right hand still in Tammy's pussy and her left hand now on Tammy's right breast. Tammy started to suck on Karen's right nipple while her hand worked Karen's left breast and nipple. Both women were breathing heavily, then Karen moved her breast out of Tammy's mouth and stuck her tongue between Tammy's lips and started to kiss her. Tammy took the cue and aggressively began to kiss Karen, the two of them passionately kissing as Karen continued to finger fuck Tammy, Tammy's hips moving a mile a minute.

All of a sudden, Tammy's lithe body tensed up, she moved her mouth from Karen's and screamed out as her love juices started to flow down her thighs. Karen held her as she convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. Then they both just lay there, side by side, still softly caressing each other's bodies, and kissing gently. Karen had her hand on Tammy's ass, really feeling and exploring the curves and form of her first female ass she had ever touched. She was obviously enjoying it, as her hand worked Tammy's ass ever so softly and gently, feeling every curve and running her finger occasionally up the crack of Tammy's ass. They must have laid there together for 5 minutes, kissing and fondling.

Ken and I, both sporting major hard ons, just looked at each other and asked, “How in the hell did that happen?” But like I said before, there was no way we were going to interfere once the fight turned erotic. This was so amazing to both Ken and me. Neither of our wives had ever been sexual with a woman before, and neither wife had ever even expressed any type of bi-curiosity. What we had just witnessed was indescribable.

Finally the girls got up, now both smiling their asses off and joined us on the sofa. We hugged and kissed them both, not knowing what in the hell to say. Tammy spoke up and said that she would fight Karen again anytime we wanted to see them fight again. Karen said that she felt the same way, but next time the last round had to take place in bed. We all laughed, but no one disagreed.

Ken asked if they were surprised at how intense the catfight had become. Both wives stated that they never had done this before, and both admitted that they did not want to lose to the other in front of their husbands. The competitive juices just started to flow, and they were not aware that they were not supposed to fight that hard. After all, we husbands had insisted that this was real and both girls were supposed to try and win.

We asked if they would fight that hard next time. Karen said that she was sure they would. The only difference being that they may not feel the animosity that crept in during the fight, since they now had done this once and knew what to expect. Tammy concurred, but added that both she and Karen obviously have competitive pride. Tammy acknowledged that she lost the fight, and would try even harder next time to win, even if that meant fighting even harder. She asked if it was wrong for either of them to have a real desire to win in this much of a competitive event. All 4 of us agreed that something would be wrong if both did not feel the desire to win. After all, who in the hell gets into a competitive situation and doesn't prefer winning over losing?

But both Tammy and Karen admitted that the erotic ending was a major turn on for them both, and no matter what, next time there would be an erotic ending. Both gorgeous wives said that the erotic ending was a perfect way for them to “make up” and rekindle their friendship after such a competitive fight.

Ken and I just nodded in agreement!! Who are we to argue with that logic?