Yvette was very happy with her life. She had a beautiful home, and a loving husband. Though she had reached thirty years of age, she still had the body of a nineteen year old girl. On the Cote d'azure, men drooled when they saw her perfect body as she strolled topless along the Mediterranean shoreline. She was a big, blonde goddess, with measurements of 40DD-32-48, standing exactly 6 feet tall Some people remarked that she bore an amazing resemblance to Marylin Monroe. She was the epitome of voluptuousness and sexuality. Her husband, Martin, worshipped the ground she walked on. He showered her with gifts, furs, and jewelry. He would do anything she asked of him. As much as Martin loved his wife, she loved him more.
He could arouse her as no other man could. Her heart would quicken whenever she heard his footsteps entering a room. When they made love, it was with a passion so intense it seared her soul.
Lately though, something had changed. Martin was beginning to spend more time at work. He would take business trips more frequently, and these trips would last longer. When he was home, he did not seem as attentive to his wife as he once was. It was not until the strange phone calls started to come that Yvette began to suspect that her husband was having an affair. Every once in a while, the phone would ring and she would answer, but the other party would suddenly hang up
At first, she could not accept that Martin was seeing another woman. She had never doubted Martin's love for her. Despite the evidence, Yvette refused to believe that her husband could be unfaithful. Which is why Yvette felt as if a mountain had fallen on top of her when Martin asked for a divorce. He admitted that he had indeed been seeing somebody else. Her name was Valerie. He had met her while visiting a client. The sparks flared almost immediately. They had gone out for drinks after the meeting. They ended the evening in an hotel room.
"After that," Martin said, "I've not been able to get enough of her. She's like a drug. If I don't see her at least once a day, I go mad."
Yvette did not want to hear this. She had always been confident of her sexual power over her mate, and now she was learning that another woman had stolen his affection. She was mad with grief. When Martin again brought up the subject of divorce, she adamantly refused.
"Do you really think I'll give you up that easily?" she said, "Does she? I want to meet this whore!"
Martin said that he did not think that was wise, but Yvette insisted. After a few minutes of argument, he reluctantly acceded to her demand.
"Tell that bitch that if she wants you, she'll have to fight for you." said Yvette, "I'll tear her limb from limb."
He went into the other room to call his mistress. When he returned, he announced that Valerie would be there in half an hour.
"Good." said Yvette, "Now clear the furniture out of this room."
Martin looked at his wife as if she were insane. "For God's sake," he asked, "what are you thinking?"
"I'm going to show that bitch that no one takes my man!" she asserted.
Martin was surprised and, though he did not show it, pleased. He hoped something like this would happen. He did as he was bidden.
In the mean time, Yvette entered the bedroom. Upon re-entering the living room, Martin saw that she had changed into his second favorite camisole, a black diaphanous affair that left nothing to the imagination. She wore a short, sheer robe over it He could see her magnificent body through it. Her breasts heaved as she took deep breaths to still her anger. The big blonde sat on the divan, awaiting her rival. She would rip the man stealing bitch limb from limb.
Shortly before an hour had gone by, there was a knock at the door. Martin answered it. In walked the biggest, most gorgeous woman Yvette had ever seen. She stood 6 inches over 6 feet. She weighed slightly over two hundred pounds. There was not an ounce of excess fat. She measured 44MM-32-38. Her hair was dark brown, and she bore an uncanny resemblance to Miss Jane Russell.
For the first time in her life, Yvette's confidence wavered. She had not expected so formidable an opponent.
Valerie walked over to where Yvette was sitting. "Hello," she said, "my name is Valerie, and I'm taking your husband."
The bald faced effrontery took Martin's wife aback. She was already shaken by the size of her junoesque rival.
"I can see now why Martin would want to leave you for me." Valerie continued, "I have more of every thing he wants in a woman than you do."
"Just a damn minute, you slut." Yvette refponded, "You come into my home, you announce you are taking the man I love, and you insult me? Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I thought we had already established that." Valerie explained assuredly, "I'm the girl Martin is going to marry, after he divorces you, of course."
"Over my dead body!" Yvette exclaimed.
Valerie smiled. "Oh. I think I can arrange that." she said with aplomb.
Yvette stood up abruptly, and slapped the dark haired beauty with great force.
Valerie spoke through her grinding teeth, "You will regret doing that."
Instead of responding verbally, Yvette ripped the big brunette's blouse in two, revealing the black lace teddy underneath.
"I came to stay for the night." the dark haired beauty declared, stepping out of her slacks. She wore a black thong. Not to be outdone, Yvette peeled her robe from her body.
Now, the two scantily clad women faced each other in the middle of the room. They stood toe to toe, and tit to tit, glaring at each other. Abruptly, the big blonde stepped back, and threw a right to Valerie's jaw. For a moment the dark haired spitfire saw a galaxy of stars. Yvette followed up by ramming her left fist into her rival's middle.
The effect on Valerie was electric. She made a croaking sound, and went to her knees. Yvette beamed at her husband triumphantly as she stripped the black top from her opponent's magnificent body. The brunette temptress groaned.
"Come on," taunted the big blonde, "I'm going to enjoy kicking your ass around the room, before I kick you out of my home."
Valerie stood up. Her legs seemed wobbly. Her eyes had a glassy appearance. Yvette confidently stepped up to her dazed rival, ready to continue her assault. She was surprised however, when her opponent's knee slammed into her middle. This was followed by an uppercut that lifted the blonde bombshell onto her tippy toes. Yvette staggered backwards. The brunette tigress pursued, nailing her rival with punch after punch to the blonde bimbo's boobs until Yvette's chemise hung in shreds upon her imposing physique. Valerie grabbed the remnants of the flimsy garment, throwing them to the floor.
Martin's wife reeled back into a corner of the room. Valerie kept up her attack, driving her bare fists into Yvette's viscera. The big blonde's eyes were round with pain. Her mouth hung open as she tried to inhale. Valerie launched a roundhouse right that all but beheaded the stricken flaxen haired belle. Yvette went limp. She would have fallen to the floor if Valerie had not caught her.
The big brunette half carried, half dragged her semi-conscious rival over to the sofa. Yvette tried to grasp her adversary around the shoulders, but all her strength had left her for the moment. Before setting her burden down, Valerie tore off Yvette's briefs, leaving the blonde totally naked. The big dark haired beauty let her opponent slump onto the couch.
"I win the first round, cherie." Valerie announced, "Reward the winner with a kiss!"
Martin was happy to do as he was asked. He and his mistress cuddled on the divan next to the dazed Yvette. Slowly, the big blonde came around. As she realized what was happening right beside her, she let out a low moan of despair.
Valerie turned to face her rival. She gave her lover's wife a big smile.
"Bon," the big brunette said, "You are awake. Do you want to fight some more, or will you surrender your man to a better woman?"
In answer, Yvette rose slowly to her feet, facing the dark haired husband stealer. A look of raw hatred glared from the beautiful woman's face.
"I told you that you'd have to kill me to take Martin from me." Yvette said, "I meant it."
"As you wish." Valerie rejoined. She stood up quickly and, grasping the still groggy blonde by the hair, threw her to the floor. The big brunette stood arrogantly over her supine antagonist. Valerie taunted poor Yvette, telling the pitiable wife that she meant nothing to her husband, anymore.
Yvette got to her knees. She appeared to be about to beg for mercy, when suddenly she drove her shoulder deep into her rival's middle. Valerie's eyes opened wide with surprise, as did her mouth. The big brunette beauty went onto her back. Her blonde foe was right on top of her. Yvette scratched, bit, and gouged her rival. She kneed Valerie in the groin repeatedly. The blonde fury ripped the thong from the brunette's magnificent body. Now, both amazons were completely nude.
Finally, Valerie was able to kick Yvette off her. Both fightress got to their knees. Glowering, they crawled towards one another, wrapping their arms around each other when they were close enough. Kneeling, they grappled. Each tried to topple the other onto her back. They fell to their sides as they continued to fight to dominate their antagonist. Over and over they rolled, a tangle of arms, legs, and hair. Breasts mashed against breasts, legs entangled legs, and cunt rubbed against cunt. Martin heard his two women moan in ecstasy as they engaged in erotic combat.
Yvette clawed Valerie's left tit, while grabbing the brunette's dark locks with her free hand. Valerie sunk her white teeth into the blonde's creamy breast. Yvette bellowed in pain and rage. She punched Valerie in the jaw. The big brunette saw stars, unclenching her jaws, but she did not relinquish her grip on the blonde. Yvette was on top, but her position was precarious. Each time one combatant was in the dominant position, her rival would reverse it.
By this time, the struggle had gone on for almost an hour. neither woman had considered giving up. Their bodies, hot and sweaty from the exertion, were perspiring in rivulets. Their breasts were adhering to one another. They were both nearing the point of exhaustion. It was now only a matter of will and desire that would determine the winner of the fight..
Slowly, ever so slowly, Valerie began to gain the upper hand. She was able to roll Yvette onto her back. The blonde fought with a frantic desperation. She could feel her last remaining ounce of strength seep from her body.
Valerie felt her rival weaken. She smiled.
"Are you ready to give up, Child?' the big brunette asked her rival.
Her lovely eyes brimming with tears, Yvette shook her head in defiance.Her arms felt leaden. She could no longer keep her hold on Valerie. The blonde beauty's arms flopped to the carpet, as Valerie rose to her knees. The dark haired bombshell sat astride her conquered rival. Valerie smiled down at her victim. There was no kindness in that smile.
The brunette femme fatale gripped the blonde's bust with both hands, squeezing and twisting Valerie's boobs with a cruel satisfaction. The big blonde screamed in pain. Valerie laughed harshly. She started to slap and punch Yvette's face with either hand. The poor blonde began to sob pitiably. This seemed only to encourage the dark haired hellcat to harsher acts of savagery. Valerie raised her shapely derriere, only to slam it down onto Yvette's middle. The air rushed out of the hapless bombshell's lungs. Yvette gasped, and groaned in agony. Valerie repeated this three more times, each time eliciting anguished cries from the prostrate blonde.
The dominant dark haired beauty moved slowly up her victim's body, until, to Yvette's horror, she was about to sit on the blonde beauty's face.
"No," Yvette implored, "Please, not that! Please, pleeeease don't do that!"
Valerie only chuckled evilly, flinging her pussy into her rival's face. Yvette's legs kicked frantically at first. Eventually, they slowed, then stopped. Valerie rose to her feet. Standing astride her defeated enemy, the winner looked down at her victim. Yvette was out cold.
"You win, my darling." Martin announced.
"Yes, I do," Valerie agreed, "but let me show you and her that I'm the superior woman."
As Yvette regain her senses, she saw Valerie looming above her. Sluggishly, she realized what had happened. She had lost the fight! She had lost Martin! She burst into tears.
Taking the blonde by her sweaty flaxen locks, Valerie hauled Yvette to her knees.
"Now Slut, kiss my pussy!" Valerie demanded harshly.
Yvette shook her head, "No! No! I won't!" she whined pitiably.
Valerie slapped the poor blonde's face viciously. Backhand and forehand the blows fell, until Yvette's lovely face was red. After that, the big blonde offered no resistance as the cruel dark haired femme fatale forced her rival's face into her crotch.
Martin watched in amazement as his wife was turned into his mistress's sexual plaything. Valerie's beautiful face was aglow with orgasmic pleasure. Grabbing Yvette by the tits, she dragged the pliant blonde to her feet. Pressing her opponent's face into her chest, Valerie compelled her beaten antagonist to kiss her breasts.
Valerie took the feeble Yvette into her powerful arms and squeezed. What little breath the blonde had left was forced out of her. Yvette's body went limp as she again lost consciousness.
When she awoke from her dreamless slumber, it was to find herself slumped over Valerie's knees. The dark haired seductress began to strike the blonde's backside. At first, the blows came softly and slowly, but they Increased with force and speed. As Yvette squealed in pain, Valerie laughed with demonic joy.
Finally, Valerie dumped her rival to the floor. Yvette lay there in wretched defeat. Her bruised and battered body quivered with deep sobs. She had been dominated and humiliated by the other woman. Now, her husband, the man she loved, would leave her. It was too horrible for her to contemplate.
"Will you give up Martin, now?" Valerie asked.
"Yes, yes." the bedraggled blonde moaned, "He is your's."
Valerie faced Martin. "Come to bed with me." she said, "I want her to see how a real woman pleases a man."
Martin agreed. Valerie dragged Yvette by the hair into the bedroom. There, the blonde was tied to the bedpost, and forced to watch as her husband made love to another woman.