It’s always about who is the better woman
Author: Jackson

This is not a vicious catfight but a mild encounter between two middle age women’s challenge on who has the best breast for modeling the sun dress in the clubs fashion show.
We live in a large middle class subdivision where there is an active women’s club that produces a fall and summer fashion show for the members. I’m happy to say that the wife is always one of the models because of her looks. The average age of the women falls between the 50’s and 60’s. The wife is in her early 60’s but can easily pass for being in her 50’s.
The members chosen to be models are assembled at the club checking out what they want to wear. The wife chooses a sun dress with a plunging neckline, after all her C tits will complement the dress.
However, she is not the only member who has chosen to model this dress. Our neighbor across the street has also chosen this dress to model. A polite discussion as who was going to model this dress soon escalated into a heated argument between the two. The store owner that was providing the clothes separated the two. She said simply, both of you try on the dress and we’ll see who looks the best in it, and that woman will model it. Jan our neighbor said, other words who has the biggest breast wins? Something like that said the store owner.
The wife modeled first and her breasts did make the dress look good. Than Jan modeled the dress and all but the wife agreed that Jan had won the tit show. Jan had C cup tits as well, but she was in her 50’s rather than the wife looking like she was in her 50’s. Basically Jan’s breast were a little larger, and the best part, firmer.
The wife chose another dress but was clearly unhappy about Jan being chosen to wear the sun dress. Jan really pissed the wife off when she came up to her and bumped her tits into the wife’s. It’s all about who is the better woman, and my tits have defeated your tits. After all there will be men at the fashion show as well. I’m sure my tits will sell the dress to men who think their wives will look as good as I do in the dress. Jan turned around and walked off, leaving the wife in a state of frustration.
The wife came home and started to rant over the happening. I said, let’s go to lunch, you’ll feel better.
Arriving back home we saw a note pinned to the garage door. When we read it, it directed the wife to the front door which we can not see from the driveway. We both went to the front door where there was a bra hanging from the door knob with a simple challenge that read, fill this bra bitch.
Well it didn’t take long before the wife removed her blouse and bra, and fitted her tits into Jan’s bra. She turned and said, see I filled up the bitch’s bra. In fact I’m going across the street and show her I fill up her bra-right? Well not quite. You don’t think my tits filled her bra? Your tits look good in the bra, the question is does her tits look better. Not the right words to say.
The wife buttoned her blouse and started down the drive way. Where in the hell are you going. I’m going to a tit fight, I’ll bring you a souvenir.
She was still dressed in her heels, hose, and blouse as she left to confront our neighbor. I watched from my office window as the wife started up her driveway. Both our houses set on corner lots.
She rang the door bell and was let in. Jan was still dressed, expecting the wife’s reaction to her bra challenge.
According to the wife and Jan, although the stories vary a bit but close enough to assemble what took place once inside.
The wife unbuttoned her blouse to show Jan how her tits filled her bra. Jan burst out laughing at the wife’s tits in her bra. Jan, than unbuttoned her bra showing how she filled out the bra better than the wife.
Both women now are showing anger at each other. Jan said, take off my bra and get your old tits out of my house. The wife’s reply, these old tits can whip your tits, and your pussy.
With that comment Jan slapped the wife across her face driving her backward into the wall. She followed up with another slap driving the wife to her knees. She pulled her blouse down and took her bra back. The wife stood up in time take a hard punch to her right breast, again doubling her over. Again she stood straight but trembling as Jan advanced again. The wife covered her breast in fear of another punch. I believe you made reference to my pussy, Jan delivered a punch to the wife’s pussy, again the wife staggered backward.
The wife made a run for the door and down the few steps to the driveway where she turned and said a few words to Jan. Jan bolted from the porch and the wife turned and started to run with her blouse totally unbuttoned exposing her flopping tits.
Jan caught her from behind grabbing her hair and taking her right arm up behind her back. The wife tried to break free but couldn’t. Jan proceeded to march the wife down her drive way, across her street turning onto our street and marched her up our driveway. All the time the wife’s tits were exposed to everyone driving by. Most stopped to watch the total domination and humiliation of the wife. A few pictures were taken and did make the rounds of the women’s club.
Jan marched the wife up our drive way where I met them at the door. Jan released the hold she had on the wife and prepared for a fight once she had released the grip. Instead of the wife turning around to fight she ran by me into the house and upstairs.
I told Jan you should go up stairs and finish it, because if you don’t, I’ll guarantee it that she will tell a different story are at least minimize your victory.
Well, she knows where I live if she wants a return match. Tell her this for me, she’s a 60s old bitch trying to enhance her youth, the 60s is not the new 50s. She should look in her own age group, or the way she caved in the fight maybe the 70s or eighty year olds for her victory.
One final threat, if she comes over and starts anything I’ll march her home wearing nothing but heels, hose, and a garter belt. I doubt that her 60 something pussy isn’t any better than her 60 something breast.
Just for a clarification, if by some miracle the wife wins are you prepared to be marched home wearing the same outfit. Yes, and you’ll enjoy it.