The Accidental Rival
by Aristocatch

“The kid's are out at their friend's tonight”.

“They are?”

“Yeh. Because we have someone coming around.”

“Who?”

“That slut you fancy.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The blond slut you drool over when you collect the kids from school.”

That was news to me. I only rarely collect the kids and, other than the neighbour's wife who hardly fits that description, I don't tend to talk to anyone. I had no idea who my wife was talking about.

“Why is she coming here?”

“So you can see me kick her arse and teach her to leave you alone”.

This sounded like pure fantasy to me but I know better than to argue when my wife takes this tone, though she hasn't invited anyone home before for such a reason.

I should perhaps say that my wife is not a particularly big woman. She's a nice shape and when she makes an effort she can be quite attractive, but often she dresses down and surprisingly can even appear a bit butch. As far as I know she doesn't make a habit of fighting (if that was her intention), and certainly not in front of me. We used to horse around a bit pre kids and if I was winning too easily she was quite happy to cheat at the expense of my balls!

I was certainly intrigued. Firstly to know who this woman was and secondly just what my wife intended for her. I was even more intrigued when, after the kids had gone, my wife got me to help her move the furniture in our living room to create an open space in the centre.

When our visitor arrived I was quite sure I'd never even seen her before. Longish blond hair, a willowy figure, an inch or so taller than my wife with small pert breasts that the blouse she was wearing showed off well. There is no way that I could have missed seeing her outside school.

She rather spoiled my wife's game by saying,

“So this is the hunk you were telling me about” before the look on my wife's face reminded her to add “hi honey – so this woman is your old lady”.

“None of the old. This is the loving wife who is going to protect her man from your clutches. By the time you leave here you won't want to see him again,” but he might want to see you I thought admiring those gentle curves.

You might think it funny that I had played along so far, but I was used to my wife's odd ideas and plans and I had had reason in the past to go along with them as they had given the kids and I some wonderful adventures. Now the kids were out of it and it was just I.

Almost as an afterthought the blond added that she was called Angela and that her prize when she had made my wife submit would be to fuck us both. You could have knocked me over with a feather, but my wife's lack of reaction made it clear that all this was pre-arranged. But why would she allow another woman the chance to become sexually acquainted with me?

“When I win” announced my wife, “I'm going to make you watch me fuck my man before I shaft you and throw you out”. Did I hear my wife right? This wasn't her usual way of speaking. Shafting another woman, whatever next?

With the curtains drawn, both women were stripped to bikinis in no time which, let me tell you, was a sight worth seeing. Now you may be the kind who only goes for women whose tits reach to their knees, and if so, you would be disappointed. But the two bikini-clad women in front of me had toned figures, small tummies and butts and gently protruding chests which, when later revealed, would prove to be quite pleasantly shaped and attractive and the two were far from being flat chested.

I sat back in a chair, nursing a developing hard on and wondering just what was in store.

The two locked up and eventually lowered themselves to the floor. This part was rather laboured and clumsy, as they seemed not to want to risk hurting each other. Rolling around on the floor however they began to relax and show some basic wrestling moves. It didn't take long for the odd nipple to escape from its flimsy housing and this gave them the idea of wrestling their bras off.

My wife sat on Angela and gently played with her boobs. Angela worked a hand free and gave one of my wife's boobs a gentle squeeze, eliciting a squeal and a bit of squeezing back.

You will have gathered, as I did, that this was hardly arse kicking and not what you would expect from two women who were supposedly fighting over a man.

Angela rolled my wife off and took top position. Pinning my wife's arms with her legs she reached a hand over her tummy, stopping just short of the remaining clothing. She gave an extremely gentle punch into my wife's tummy, and my wife reacted as if she had been hit by a sledgehammer. I resisted the temptation to say something, there was no way I wanted to stop this show.

Angela then took hold of my wife's hair and with the utmost gentleness pulled her head from side to side.

This charade lasted a while. Fake wrestling with neither getting hurt or trying to beat the other.

Finally I got bored and risked calling out “if you don't fight properly I won't let either of you fuck me.”

There was a moment's silence and then Angela said, “come on then. Let's have a proper fight!”

They both climbed to their feet seemingly ready to be more competitive. I decided to be more conciliatory.

“You don't have to hurt each other too much, but at least try and make the other submit. Start by trying to strip the other.”

God only knows what their plan had been, as the idea of being naked seemed outside of it. They both resisted strongly which gave several most enjoyable minutes as they actually tried to strip the other, while remaining covered. Even when their privates were fully visible they wrestled on, until each was able to toss me the others bottoms.

It seemed only fair, so I stripped off and sat there in my birthday suit, hoping that this might inspire them. If the girls didn't have enormous chests, I don't have the biggest dick, but it was hard and it was apparently for the winner. I don't know whether they had really intended to fight to produce a winner with her sexual rewards or whether they had just thought to have a lark. At any rate in front of a fait accompli and with me seemingly accepting the terms for the winner, they at last began to have a fight.

Don't get me wrong it wasn't a fur-ripping catfight, but they did wrestle and, very occasionally squeeze the others tits. As things warmed up and they lost their inhibitions there were a few gentle slaps exchanged, even to the others pussy. They didn't pull hair for which I was grateful, as I don't like watching fights that leave the floor littered with hair (yes I admit I have watched a few on the net), and they didn't try hitting each other.

Angela got my wife pinned down with Angela's legs on either side of her head. Angela's well-trimmed but blond-down covered pussy was placed over my wife's mouth. My wife did all she could for a while to break free but it was clear she wasn't going to succeed.

When Angela told her to lick her pussy, I wasn't unduly surprised to see my wife obey. Tentatively at first, but then with more enthusiasm. I got the reassuring feeling that they hadn't done that before, but that it wasn't too unpleasant for either.

When my wife announced that she accepted defeat, Angela climbed off her and helped her to her feet.

I still wasn't sure that they would go through with their plans, even though I was sat there in the buff. But they did.

My wife led Angela over to me and when I said we needed a rubber she said there was no need in a way that made it clear that she and Angela had talked it through before.

This is not the place to go into details of my sexual encounter. Let's just say we both enjoyed it! When Angela had finished me in quite a satisfactory way she proceeded to remove a strap-on from the bag she had brought with her and I saw a side of my wife that had been hitherto unknown as she had a rip-roaring screaming sexual encounter where Angela took her with rather more force that I would ever have dared to have done. I made one move to join in, but was shooed away.

When they had finished I was, of course, hard again and I made a comment about enjoying going to bed with my wife later. Both women stopped and clearly announced that, if this was to become a regular thing, then the rule had to be that the loser didn't have sex with me. To prove her point Angela sucked me off.

I liked the sound of 'regular thing' and despite clearly feeling desire, I left my wife sexually alone when we later went to bed.

Since then Angela has come over many times. She now knows our children and often stays over in the spare room which doesn't seem to worry them. Actually the loser sleeps in the spare room, leaving my room free for the winner to enjoy her prize further if she so wants. Once or twice it has been a close thing for Angela to regain the spare room before the kids wake in the morning!

Their fights have greatly improved in quality. Mostly they wrestle for fun, though they don't mind poking fingers into each other. Every now and then, especially if one has lost a few times in a row, the fight becomes much harder and they don't spare each others tits or pussy. Even if they hurt each other, it doesn't seem to stop them enjoying the sex – quite the contrary once or twice. I have to say that watching them doing nasty things to those lovely tits or pussies is really quite exciting (because I know they won't go too far?).

On one occasion when neither capitulated they began to sex fight each other to submission. It was incredible to watch as orgasm followed orgasm and they lustfully ignored all decorum and limits. The only problem was that after, neither was capable of any more sex, and so I was left feeling rather out of it. For that reason it hasn't been repeated, or at least not when I was present!