[CatfightsbySarah]

Preface

This story follows an Arabic-Egyptian couple from an arranged marriage as they make their way through their unlikely cultural clash in America. While this is a love story, it is also one of deviance and manipulation. It deals with sexist and racist ideologies and depicts violent and perverted behaviour. If these topics make you uncomfortable, please do not read further. The journey this couple will take you on will be both exhilarating and disturbing - enjoy!

Ridwan and Nahla arrive at the mall and park their expensive black SUV. Nahla is really looking forward to today because it is something that has been put off for weeks due to their busy schedules. Ridwan is always busy and dislikes spending too much time with Nahla, so he isn't as enthused about today's shopping excursion as his wife is.

Ridwan married Nahla at the young age of nineteen, while she was only seventeen. She's in her late twenties now, while he's in his early thirties. The wedding was arranged among his parents and Nahla's parents, and neither Nahla nor Ridwan had any say in the matter. Ridwan had been opposed to getting married to Nahla, but his wealthy father threatened to disown him if he did not. So he had no choice but to participate in the arranged marriage. Nahla absolutely adored her chosen husband from the start and was overjoyed with the arrangement. To this day, she still absolutely loves Ridwan and is deeply devoted to him. She just wished he would show more interest in her and reciprocate her feelings. She wished he was more affectionate and expressed his love for her every so often. She desperately wants his attention and affection more than anything else in the world. She is well aware that she is very hot and attractive, and is now making a conscious effort to dress and behave in a more provocative manner in order to entice the attention of her husband.
As they walk through the mall's main entrance, they notice a large fountain with water spouting into the air. There are shops on both sides of the fountain, linked by walkways and bridges. It's incredibly crowded and noisy. People are passing by, going in and out of the various stores. The married couple doesn't have any particular plans for today, but Nahla wants to try out some sexy new outfits and lingerie. She hopes to find something that will capture Ridwan's attention.

They make their way down the main hall to the food court. After passing a number of clothing stores, they continue walking along the corridors. Pausing by some stores selling high-end jewellery and watches.
"There," Riwdan says, pointing to a display case for watches. "Let's take a look at those."
They stand in front of the glass display case, admiring the numerous expensive timepieces. With a gleam in his eye, Ridwan asks Nahla her opinion on a particularly pricey Rolex model. With lustful eyes, she examines the display. She then looks up at him and smiles, displaying her brightly gleaming, perfectly white teeth that her dentist recently whitened. In a gentle tone, she asks Ridwan, "Isn't it a little pricey, though?"
Ridwan is surprised and vexed that his wife would say such a thing; he tells her that he can afford whatever item catches his eye. They enter the store, and a sales clerk comes over to see if they are interested in purchasing anything. They, however, brush aside his attempts to assist them in selecting something from the case, preferring to keep speaking amongst themselves rather than allowing him to assist them.

After a few minutes, Ridwan decides to buy the watch. He tells the clerk to wrap it up, and they leave the store. They return to the main hallway, where a few stores sell designer labels. Nahla heads straight for one of these stores. Ridwan follows her and only now notices she's wearing tight-fitting leggings with her ass cheeks clearly visible through the stretchy material. He can tell that she is wearing a tiny thong under them. His dick twitches in his pants as he stares at her rear end. Her ass jiggles as she walks in front of him. The fabric clung to her firm, round butt. Nahla notices her husband staring at her ass and asks him if he thinks she looks good in the leggings. "Yes, very good," he says flatly.
Nahla is overjoyed to hear this. In the store, she deliberately distances herself from Ridwan so he can admire her ass even more. She bends over to give Ridwan a better look at her ass while watching his reaction in the mirror's reflection. Nahla bent over provocatively deep in front of Ridwan, her tiny waist disappearing behind her plump rear and her thong disappearing into the crack of her ass. She's never worn a thong before and is surprised by how much she likes it. The thong's thin fabric barely covers her pussy lips, and she knows Ridwan will notice and is hoping that seeing her in it will turn him on.

Nahla continues browsing, with her husband following close behind. She's aware that Ridwan is still actively looking at her ass.  She takes advantage of this opportunity by bending over in front of him some more and wriggling her ass in front of him every so often. She hopes he'll be turned on enough by this to want to fuck her as soon as they get home. Her husband responds by peering at and occasionally fondling her ass. Ridwan can be cold and distant, and this is a rare occasion when Nahla sees him act almost playful. She yearns for his affection. He appears to be enjoying her company more than usual today, and for the first time in months, she feels special and loved by him. She hopes his mood doesn't change again, and she keeps teasing him.
They continue to shop and stroll around the mall together.

She is delighted to see that Ridwan is in a good mood. He appears to be genuinely having fun as they walk through the mall's various stores. She's in heaven; this is the most enjoyable day she's had in a long time with Ridwan. She glances at him from time to time and smiles as he stares at her ass in her tight-fitting leggings. He gently fondles her butt cheek with his hand and squeezes her every now and then. She enjoys his occasional touches and is grateful to him for continuing to act so affectionately towards her.
They eventually arrive at the entrance to Cavallaro, a high-end clothing store. Nahla enters as Ridwan waits for her outside the store. Inside, she finds several racks of clothing for sale, all designed by the same Italian fashion house. These clothes are all very expensive, and Nahla has a difficult time deciding what to try on. She ends up trying on several dresses and blouses, none of which fit properly. Most dresses were too big, and the blouses were too small. She heads to the exit of the store emptyhanded, disappointed.

As she gets closer to the entrance, she can hear Ridwans voice. He is yelling at someone and sounds angry. She leans close to the glass window next to the door and can see a woman standing across the hallway from Ridwan. The woman is slim and athletic, with long legs and a flat stomach. Her breasts aren't particularly large, but they're perky and shapely. Her ass is what really stands out. It's round and plump, and when she steps, it jiggles. Her face is stunning, with high cheekbones and full lips. She has light brown eyes and black hair that falls just below her shoulders. She has a small chin, a thin nose, and perfect brows. Her skin tone is pale white, which contrasts with her dark hair and makes her look all the more good-looking in a Megan Fox kind of way.

As far as Nahla can tell, the woman is just as angry at Ridwan. She is baffled as to why Ridwan is yelling at her and can't really think of anything the woman could have done to provoke him. She moves closer to the glass and is able to discern some of what Ridwan and the woman are yelling at each other.

"Do you not speak English?" Ridwan yells.
"I'm sorry," Violet says, "but whatever you're trying to say in that accent is lost on me."
"Don't talk back to me!" Ridwan shouts, "and don't make a mockery of my English! You should be ashamed of yourself! Look at yourself! What kind of woman dresses like that? You're sickening! You should not be permitted to walk down the street! You are an absolute disgrace to your family! Shame on your country!"
"You're completely right about one thing; it is MY country," the woman spits out angrily. "And I am proud to be an American. And here's something else I'll tell you, Muslim pig..."
Ridwan cuts her off. "Fuck yourself! You're nothing more than an ignorant western whore who thinks she can talk to men like that, " He rants.
The woman looks at him in incredulity. "Excuse me?" She says. "I had no idea I was supposed to wait for a man to come to tell me what I can and cannot do with my life."
"Well, you are a whore!" Ridwan yells.
The woman is incensed by his words and responds angrily. "You obnoxious asshole! How dare you speak to me like that! You have no idea who I am or what I've accomplished in my life! Worst of all, you don't give a damn because your country has brainwashed you into believing that all western women are whores!"
This enrages Ridwan even more; he is furious with the woman for continuing to speak to him in such a disrespectful manner.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go pretend to be a real man," the woman retorts as she turns around and walks away from Ridwan.

Seeing the woman leave, Nahla steps out of the Cavallaro store and approaches Ridwan, smiling at him. Trying to gauge his mood. He is still in a rage.
"Where has your friend gone?" Nahla asks.
Ridwan remains silent, his gaze fixed on the woman as she walks away. He's still agitated and now irritated that she had the last word and walked away without repercussions.
"I think we should continue our shopping day," Nahla says softly and soothingly  " We can start at Victoria's Secret."
Ridwan is about to protest when Nahla cuts him off in the middle of his sentence. "It's alright; let's just go." She gives him a reassuring smile, attempting to calm him down.
He follows his wife away from the Cavallaro store, albeit reluctantly.
Nahla is relieved that Ridwan appears to have calmed down and seems ready to continue their fun day of shopping. She knows  Ridwan is a hothead who frequently loses his temper. She had seen him start things with people in public before, but this was the first time she saw him yelling at a woman.

"So... would you mind telling me what that was all about? Or are you going to leave me guessing?" Nahla asks Ridwan.
"Just forget it," Ridwan responds.
"No, I want to know why you were so upset," Nahla says.
"I wasn't upset," Ridwan growls.
"Come on, Ridwan, you can tell me. You know you can talk to me about anything," Nahla tells him.
Ridwan stops for a moment. "She insulted me, called me a sand xxxxxxx, the racist bitch", Ridwan explains angrily.
Nahla looks at him, puzzled. She knew what a "racist bitch" was, but what did a "sand xxxxxxx" mean?
"Sand xxxxxxx?" She repeats him, dumbfounded. "What exactly does that mean?"
"It's a very offensive term for us Arabs, a xxxxxxx from the desert, sand xxxxxxx..!" Ridwan responds furiously.
Nahla is caught off guard by his anger and shocked by the outburst. She didn't really expect someone to call her husband a racial slur. She presumed Americans to be less racist than Europeans.
"Why are you so angry? I just asked what the woman said," Nahla asks him.
"It's insulting, that's why!" Ridwan responds more vigorously.
"Well, at least you got your revenge," Nahla suggests after a brief silence.
"What revenge? She insulted our culture, our heritage, our family, our entire fucking race!" Ridwan yells at her. "And I'm not going to forgive that."
"Alright, alright, calm down," Nahla says ", but you told her off, and she walked away; it's done."
"It's not over yet!" Ridwan is adamant. "She should be sorry for what she did, and I will not let it go until she does. And you shouldn't either! You should be ashamed of yourself for failing to defend me against that bitch!"
"But Ridwan, I wasn't even there. I had no idea what was going on. I had no idea what she was saying to you. If I had known, I would have come to your aid, "Nahla pleads.
Ridwan grunts, frustrated and angry. They keep walking around the Mall, Ridwan's anger and frustration still boiling inside him.
Nahla is confused by her husband's reaction, but she'd like to get him to feel better if possible. She decides to give him some space and leave him alone. They continue down the Mall until they reach the Victoria's Secret store.
"All right, let's go inside," Nahla says, forcing a big smile.
Ridwan glances at his wife and nods. "Fine, fine," he says, sighing.

As they enter the store, Nahla notices a woman standing near the lingerie section, looking intently at herself in a full-length mirror.
Nahla catches a glimpse of the woman's appearance. She's dressed in a very tight top that exposes the majority of her cleavage and tiny tight-fitting yoga pants with a hint of camel toe. She has gorgeous legs, a plump athletic ass, and a flat tummy. Nahla is absolutely gorgeous in her own right, but this woman just exudes confidence. A sting of insecurity and jealousy is starting to rise in Nahla's chest.
Nahla is embarrassed when the woman turns to glance at her, probably feeling Nahla's glare. She seems familiar to Nahla... It suddenly hit her!  This was the woman with whom Ridwan had just been arguing!
Nahla impulsively nudges her husband and motions to the woman across the store.
"That's her, isn't it? The one you were arguing with?" Nahla asks.
"Yeah, that's her," Ridwan asserts, still angered.
"I think we should do something," Nahla says quietly, trying to sound serious. "Something... peculiar."

Ridwan looks at his wife, mystified. "What do you mean?" he wonders aloud, sounding suspicious.  Nahla pauses for a moment, unsure about what to say next. She needs to convince her husband to let her do this.
"Let me explain," Nahla says, her voice confident. "You've been acting differently lately. You ignore me, you never kiss me, and you're always working, studying, or doing business stuff. We hardly ever speak anymore. I have the feeling that we are drifting apart. I need to do something to bring us back together. And what better way to do that than to confront that woman for you!" Nahla argues vehemently.
Ridwan doesn't seem convinced, but he also doesn't argue. Instead, he nods his head slowly. "Confront her?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "So you actually want to attack another woman in public, in full view of everyone?"
"No! Not like that!" Nahla quickly interjects, realising her gaffe. "I mean like I'll approach her," Nahla continues to speak, her heart pounding in her chest. "It will be a show of force to teach her that she cannot treat people in such a way. She'll be sorry."
Ridwan looks at his wife sceptically, but Nahla recognises a brief flash of excitement in his eyes. He appears to relish the prospect of her confronting the woman.

"Alright," Ridwan finally says, "go ahead. But..." he pauses, contemplating what else to say, "... never mind. Do whatever you want."
Nahla grinned, relieved that he approved of her plan and had given her permission. "Thank you," she says as she turns to face the woman.

[Debbiedoes]

Very good so far, looking forward to where you take this. D.

[CatfightsbySarah]

She approaches the woman with a cheerful expression on her face. In addition to the tight leggings that are barely containing her ass cheeks, Nahla is wearing a white silk blouse with a red bra underneath. She has long, straight brunette hair and is wearing dark eye shadow and mascara. She has olive-coloured skin, big brown eyes, and a small nose. Her body is toned and athletic due to her regular gym workouts.
The woman turns around to see who is approaching her. Nahla is once again caught off guard by the woman's looks. When the woman realises Nahla is approaching her, her demeanour immediately changes. Her smile fades as she crosses her arms and looks at Nahla with hostility.

"Hiya, excuse me," Nahla chirps.
"What?" The woman demands, her tone immoderately hostile.
"I wanted to ask you something," Nahla says softly, "that man you were arguing with earlier? What did you call him?"
"What do you care what I call him?" says the woman, visibly annoyed at being addressed by another foreigner.
"I just wanted to know if you could tell me what you called him," Nahla insists.
The woman is clearly uncomfortable with all of this. "Are you serious right now?"
"Yes," Nahla asserts.
"No, I'm not going to tell you anything." The woman states firmly.
"You're going to have to," Nahla says calmly.
"Excuse you?" The woman asks, her voice rising.
"You called my husband a sand xxxxxxx. That is a racial slur. You need to apologise." Nahla responds.
"There's nothing to apologise for," the woman snarls.
"I expect you to give him an apology." Nahla insists.
The woman squints at her for a moment before speaking again. "This conversation is over. Now fuck off."
"Excuse me?" Nahla asks, surprised.
"Fuck off, Arab freak!" The woman starts yelling at her.

Nahla is blindsided by the sudden outburst of racism, aggression, and rage. She's also embarrassed because the woman is now shouting abuse at her inside the store. This was definitely not how she had envisioned the confrontation.
"I don't want to cause a commotion here, but I do need you to apologise for calling my husband a racist name. Now." Nahla tells the woman in a hushed tone.
The woman glares at her for a moment, clearly contemplating her next move. "Fuck you. Terrorist whore!" She whispered to Nahla as she turns walks away.
Nahla is furious. "What did you just say to me?" She growls back with contempt.
"You heard me, bitch!" the woman answers.
"That's it. I'm calling security!" Nahla threatens.
"Do it! Nobody will help you; no one likes Arabs." The woman says to her in a hushed tone.
The woman's attitude frustrates Nahla, and on top of this anger is a layer of embarrassment that she is now being denigrated like this in front of her husband.
Violet doesn't wait for Nahla to respond and walks away.

Nahla just stands there, lost for words,  dismayed by what just happened. Ridwan came up behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder as the other shoppers started to look at her, the apparent source of the commotion. "Come on, let's get out of here," he says firmly.
Nahla nods and walks outside with her husband.
"What the fuck was that?" Ridwan asks sharply.
"I don't know," Nahla responds. "I asked her to apologise for what she said to you. But she immediately freaked out and began yelling and insulting me."
"No shit. That was fucking embarrassing, is what that was," Ridwan exclaims.
Nahla sighs and shakes her head. "It's fine; let's just leave it", she muffles.
"No." Ridwan is adamant. "You're my wife, and you're not going to be leaving it."
Nahla gives him a disheartened look. "So I'll go find her and try a more measured approach. We'll talk it out. I'm sure she'll see sense."
Ridwan huffs and shakes his head. "No more chit-chat; we'll find her, and then you'll fight her. And I don't just mean argue with her; I mean you fight her. You will punch, kick, and scratch her until she apologises."
"Oh my god! I can't fight her, Ridwan; we're adults!" Nahla insists.
Ridwan glares at his wife. "Listen, I'm not going to tolerate this any longer. You must respect yourself and your husband if you want to be respected as a respectable wife. This is how you do that."
Nahla is bewildered by what she is hearing. "Ridwan, I don't understand what you want me to do..." She trails off.
"Fighting is the only solution to this problem! It's natural for two people to escalate to violence with each other in an argument, and you shouldn't tolerate someone disrespecting you like that. I want you to go up and fight her!" Ridwan insists.
Hearing this overwhelmed Nahla. "But, but...we can't fight in the open in front of everyone. It's not dignified."
"Don't worry, we'll find a private place to fight," Ridwan assures her.

Nahla becomes uneasy at the thought of physically fighting another woman. She looks around nervously as other shoppers pass them by, then returns her eyes to her husband. Was he being serious? Will he really force her to do this? Why would Ridwan even think that she is capable of fighting another person? She is short and has never participated in any martial arts or self-defence training. Her heart is racing. Her hands are trembling.
Ridwan notices his wife's apprehensions but pays little attention to it. After all, she was his wife, and he knew she would obey him. He scans around the mall, trying to figure out where Nahla could fight the woman. He realised that they needed to find the woman first to even have a fight.
"We've got to find her," he says.
Nahla nods silently. Her thoughts were racing through her head. She was a little scared and nervous but also a little excited. She imagined herself punching the woman and scratching her face with her nails. She imagined herself kicking this white woman's ass! She shivers with delight at the thought. This was something she had always secretly dreamed of doing as she grew up: standing up for herself and beating up girls who called her names or bullied her in school. Girls not unlike this stupid racist white trash whore who insulted her husband.

"Yes, we need to find her." Nahla agrees.
Ridwan gives her a warm smile. "Good girl. Come on, now."
Nahla is surprised by her husband's praise for simply accepting to do what he asked her to do without skipping a beat. It felt really good that he would see her that way. It made her feel special. She relished feeling appreciated and adored. She couldn't wait to show him what a great wife she could be...
The two walk around the mall looking for the woman, searching every corner, nook, and cranny. Along the way, they notice several people staring at them and whispering. Ridwan could tell they must have been talking about the earlier confrontations between them and the white bitch.
They finally spot her walking out of one of the mall's stores. They watch her closely but don't approach her directly. Instead, they follow the woman, keeping a close eye on her while actively looking for a suitable place for Nahla to fight her. They follow her as she turns a corner into a spacious hallway lined with shops, then turn a second corner until it opens into a smaller hallway, where she stops and begins texting on her phone.
Nahla stops dead in her tracks. She glances nervously at Ridwan and feels goosebumps all over her body from fear and anticipation. They had certainly found a significantly more quiet spot in the mall. However, Nahla wasn't sure if this was a secluded enough location because other shoppers still passed through it in both directions. She motions for Ridwan to come to her.
"All right, now what?" She asks him.

Ridwan first glances at his wife with an approving look, then looks around until he spots a security guard and heads in his direction with Nahla trailing behind him.
"Please excuse me!" He calls out to the guard. "Can you point us to the nearest bathroom that's not used much?" He inquires politely. "We've got a small situation on our hands that needs dealing with urgently."
The guard looks surprised by this request and gives them a confused stare before asking them suspiciously: "What kind of situation are we talking about here?"
Ridwan leans towards the guard, so they are no longer within earshot of Nahla. "My wife needs some privacy to tend to personal matters."
The guard frowns, seeming unimpressed with Ridwan's explanation. Ridwan quickly continues, "alright, fine. Between you and me, man, my wife has this weird thing about public bathrooms. I think it's ridiculous, but she really busting my balls here. Women, am I right.." he says with a wink.
In response, the guard relaxes and gives him a slight smile. "Sure thing, buddy," the guard replies. "It'll be down this hallway to the right. At this time of day, the bathrooms are usually empty." The guard points down the hallway where they're standing.
"Thanks!" Ridwan replies as the guard walks away. They watch as the guard walks off, waiting patiently until he has left. After another moment or two, Ridwan turns to Nahla, "You ready? You know what to do?" Nahla nods her head in response but doesn't speak. She knows exactly what he wants from her, yet still hesitates slightly because of her internal nervousness. Her heart is racing, her stomach is churning, and her legs are weak from anxiousness.
Ridwan reassuringly places his hand on her shoulder as she stares at the woman still texting on her phone, blissfully unaware of their presence.
"Then let's go, take her into the bathroom; I'll stand watch so that nobody interrupts you." He whispers softly into her ear so that only she can hear him. With his hand, he gently pushes Nahla in the direction of the woman before disappearing back around the corner to hide to avoid being caught snooping.

Nahla takes a deep breath before stepping out into the hallway to approach the girl. "Here we go again..." She mumbles to herself as she approaches the white girl, then stands directly in front of her until the woman stops typing and looks up. The young woman blinks several before she speaks: "Are you serious?" The woman asks incredulously.
"Yeah," Nahla responds confidently. "You're coming with me", she adds threateningly, poking an accusatory finger in the woman's face.
The woman scoffs, seemingly unimpressed by Nahla's words. Then, without saying anything else, she slides the phone into her bag and takes a step closer to Nahla. "No, I am not." The woman says obstinately.
Nahla also steps forward to within inches of the black-haired woman, looking her straight in the eyes. "You are coming with me." She repeats, more forcefully this time. Nahla can feel her body heat rising as a side effect of all the nervous energy coursing through her veins.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, you crazy brown bitch!" the white girl retorts slowly, making sure that Nahla heard every word clearly.
"Don't make me repeat myself.  I will hurt you," Nahla warns darkly. She stares into the white girl's light-brown eyes, attempting to intimidate her.
The woman cracks a smile. "You're taking the words right out of my mouth."
Nahla takes another step forward until they are only millimetres from touching. They stand in this position for a few moments, both women staring each other down. Unsure of what to do next, Nahla takes another step forward, bumping her chest into the woman's, causing her to stumble slightly backwards. The woman then returns the favour by mashing her chest against Nahla's, forcing Nahla back. They continue to jostle and smash into each other when  Nahla's emotions and adrenaline rush take over her judgment. With their faces only a hair-width apart, she spits in the woman's face, her saliva landing on her nose and dripping down onto the woman's lips.
The woman blinks several times in astonishment at being spit on, but she does not appear shocked. It seems to just piss her off more.
Nahla swallows nervously before speaking again: "You're coming with me," Nahla asserts again, turning around and heading for the deserted restrooms. The outburst worked because the woman didn't hesitate to follow Nahla. She even pushed Nahla forward once or twice to get her moving faster toward where ever she wanted to take her.

Ridwan stands behind the corner, watching his wife approach the woman. He is both excited and nervous about seeing Nahla fight another woman. He knows she'll most likely lose the fight, she's never been in a fight before and seemed nervous and scared before.
Ridwan watched the two women intently. Physically Nahla and the woman seem evenly matched; both are relatively short at about 5 feet 2 inches, and neither of them particularly muscular or big. So , neither woman would be able to win purely on physicality. He can discern slight difference in their physiques. The woman is slimmer and has slightly larger breasts than Nahla. Nahla, on the other hand, is in better physical shape overall. From where he sat, he could still see the outline of Nahla's thong between her legs. It was digging a clear cameltoe into her crotch. Because of the fabric and tightness of her leggings, the other woman also sported a distinguishable cameltoe.
Ridwan thinks to himself while he tries to listen in on the two girls' verbal altercation that this fight may end up being more mental than physical for Nahla. He watches as Nahla stands face to face and chest to chest with the woman. He is trying to work out what he should do. Do I wait here and watch? Should I go encourage my wife? What should I do if she loses? He doesn't want to attract attention and have someone else notice what's going on, so he stays put and waits to see what happens.

His heart races as his eyes drink in the sight before him. His cock hardened as he sees Nahla spit directly into the other woman's face. Spit dripped down onto the young woman's mouth and chin before dripping onto her top. Both women stare each other down as their chests rise and fall beneath their form-fitting clothes. He sees Nahla turn away from the woman and walk towards the restroom; her body language is very different from when they were walking around together. As she walks away from the white girl, she now looks confident and assertive, with her head held high, shoulders squared, and her ass sticking out seductively behind her. The woman follows Nahla without hesitation, even pushing her forward several times.

Nahla comes to a halt in front of the bathroom door, and the woman pushes past her, entering first. With one foot in the door, Nahla glances back at Ridwan, making meaningful eye contact with him. Then Nahla turns to the woman inside the restroom, enters, and shuts the door behind her.
Ridwan breathes a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure if Nahla would follow through with it or not. Then he doubted Nahla's ability to lure the woman somewhere private enough to actually have the fight.
He exhales loudly. He doesn't want anyone overhearing what's about to happen, afraid that someone will hear them and try to stop the fight. 
He considers what to do while waiting for Nahla, or the woman, to emerge from the bathroom. He decides to wait outside the bathroom door just in case. He marches to the door, and leans against it with his back. Intently listening to what is happening inside the bathroom,  pleased that his wife is fighting the other woman in the bathroom where no one can see them but bummed that he now can't see it either . He hears the sounds of a struggle coming from within the bathroom.
He listens intently to make sure he doesn't miss any of it. He can hear the woman struggling and groaning in pain. And he can hear his wife growling and snarling, something he has never heard her do before. He feels a stirring in his pants as he imagines Nahla biting the other woman's flesh and tearing at her skin. He realizes his cock is hardening at the thought of seeing Nahla fight.
He can hear Nahla grunting in rage. "You fucking bitch!" She hisses under her breath. "That was my..." She continues, but the door muffles her voice. Ridwan's heart rate quickens as he realizes what Nahla is saying. He imagines the woman must have torn Nahla's blouse, exposing her bra underneath it. He can hear the sound of more ripping fabric and Nahla growling. He also detects the sound of running water.

Ridwan's breathing becomes ragged. He's trying to keep his excitement under control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. He needs to see what is going on inside that bathroom. He slightly opens the door and peers through the crack. He sees the woman straddling his wife's waist, facing away from him. He can see Nahla's legs squirming around from underneath the woman. They must have bumped into the faucet because water is pouring from the sink, soaking the floor. Ridwan sees the woman's ass cheeks and thong, visible through her wet leggings. Through Nahla's wet leggings, he can see Nahla's thong is soaked and stuck to her pussy, clearly outlining the shape of her labia. The way the woman is pressing down on Nahla, their pussies are almost touching. Ridwan notices that the woman's vulva must be rubbing against Nahla's pubic mound from this position. Nahla's butt cheeks wiggle and tremble as she struggles against the woman straddling her.

Nahla tries to push her away, but the woman grabs her hair and pulls her head back. Nahla quickly responds by also grabbing the woman's hair at the back. She manages to roll the woman off her and to the side as they maintain a firm grip on each other's hair. Groans and grunts are coming from both struggling women. As they battled for position, their backs arched, and their bodies pressed together. Engaged in a tug of war, each attempting to pull the other woman's head back by their hair. Their pelvises grind against each other as the woman's thighs intertwine with Nahla's.
Both women are breathing hard as a result of their exertion. The tension in their bodies almost palpable. They're trying to maintain their grips on each other's hair. Nahla's hips are thrusting back and forth as if she is fucking the other woman in an attempt to dislodge her. They are locked in a battle for dominance, neither giving in. They lock eyes and snarl, their faces contorted in the effort. Nahla's eyes lit up with a fire. Her face is flushed with rage. She's gasping for air with her mouth open wide. Her expression was downright feral. It's as if she has lost all control of herself and is just possessed by rage. Good, Ridwan thinks, she is doing precisely what I demanded her to do.
The woman has a very similar expression. She's panting heavily, and her lips are set in a growl.

They continue to snarl and stare into each other's eyes until the woman lets go of Nahlas' hair with one hand and jams it into Nahla's face, trying to cover her nose and mouth and force her to stop breathing. Nahla opens her mouth in an attempt to bite the hand, inadvertently allowing the woman's fingers to slip right into her mouth. She gags loudly, causing her grip to loosen for a split second. This allows the woman to break free from Nahla's grasp and grab hold of her throat. Nahla's eyes widen in shock and horror. She's struggling to avoid being choked out by the woman, trying to stay conscious and breathe. It's not working, and she starts panicking and hyperventilating, gasping for air. At this point, Nahla is no longer trying to fight but trying to survive.

Ridwan pushes his groin against the door as he opens it further. He lusts as he watches his wife fight like a wild animal. Nahla wasn't doing well, but she was doing better than he expected. At the very least, she is still fighting. Maybe he should just let the woman win if she can beat her so easily? Nahla needs to show a little pride in herself and not give in so easily, He thought to himself.
Nahla squirms around, desperately scratching and clawing at whatever she can get her hands on. Her nails dug into the woman's arms and shoulders. She is yanking on the woman's hair and twisting her head, trying to rip the hair from her skull. But the woman is holding onto her throat firmly.
Nahla continues to struggle, becoming increasingly desperate as she spots Ridwan's face peering past the door. She calls out to him, "Please don't watch!" She begs him. She croaks it out, barely able to speak.
Ridwan shakes his head, dismissing her plea.
The woman is briefly distracted by Nahla's calling out. She turned her head to see who Nahla was trying to talk to. She realizes that Ridwan has been staring at them. The woman's expression shifts from rage to shock. She lets go of Nahla's throat and slides away from her. Nahla lies on the tile floor, gasping for breath. Her body was shaking from the adrenaline.
The woman regains her composure and directs her attention to Ridwan. Her eyes are brimming with hatred as she looks at him  "she's lucky you got here when you did."

She gets to her feet. Her wet top hanging down on one side. Not wearing anything underneath, Ridwan can see her wet glistening nipple. Her yoga pants were already tight, but now they were soaked and showed off her figure perfectly. Ridwan had to concede she is really very attractive. Her knees, arms, and shoulders were all red and scratched from her brawl with Nahla, her hair dripping wet and tangled. Her face was smudged and streaked with makeup.
Ridwan turned to look at his wife. Nahla was covered in scratches and redness as well. Her makeup was ruined, and her hair was in a tangle. Her blouse was completely ripped apart, barely hanging on by a few threads. Her wet bra had turned slightly translucent, revealing her dark nipples through the fabric.
Nahla continues to struggle, becoming increasingly desperate as she spots Ridwan's face peering past the door. She calls out to him, "Please don't watch!" She begs him. She croaks it out, barely able to speak.
Ridwan shakes his head, dismissing her plea.
The woman is briefly distracted by Nahla's calling out. She turned her head to see who Nahla was trying to talk to. She realizes that Ridwan has been staring at them. The woman's expression shifts from rage to shock. She lets go of Nahla's throat and slides away from her. Nahla lies on the tile floor, gasping for breath. Her body shaking from the adrenaline.
The woman regains her composure and directs her attention to Ridwan. Her eyes are brimming with hatred as she looks at him  "she's lucky you got here when you did."
She gets to her feet. Her wet top hanging down on one side. Not wearing anything underneath, Ridwan can see her wet glistening nipple. Her yoga pants were already tight, but now they were soaked and showed off her figure perfectly. Ridwan had to concede she is really very attractive. Her knees, arms, and shoulders were all red and scratched from her brawl with Nahla, her hair dripping wet and tangled. Her face was smudged and streaked with makeup.

Ridwan turned to look at his wife. Nahla was covered in scratches and redness as well. Her makeup was ruined, and her hair was in a tangle. Her blouse was completely ripped apart, barely hanging on by a few threads. Her wet bra had turned slightly translucent, revealing her dark nipples through the fabric.
Nahla gets up and looks at her husband. Walking toward him, she tries to collect herself. She reaches out to touch him, then retracts her hand.
"I'm so sorry," she apologizes. "I'm so embarrassed. Please accept my apologies." She bows her head apologetically as she stands in front of him in the ajar door.
Ridwan steps into the bathroom and locks the door behind him.
"I lost," she says, her voice trembling as she looks down at her feet on the tile floor.
Ridwan looks down at his wife and then at the woman. The woman is still standing there, fists clenched and glaring at Nahla.
Ridwan redirects his gaze back to his wife. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asks sternly. " I told you to fight her."
Nahla looks up at him, her facial expression washed with shame. "But...I lost..."
"I told you to fight her," Ridwan repeated, raising his voice. His tone was harsh, commanding, and demanding.
"But I..." Nahla stammers before Ridwan cuts her off. "Fight her!" he shouts.
Nahla repeatedly nods her head, visibly shaken. She bites her bottom lip, realizing she has fucked up by throwing in the towel.
Ridwan shifts his eyes to the other woman. "You aren't done here yet." He informs her. "Keep going."
The woman is furious. "What the fuck!  You fucked up so badly. Battery, assault, and now unlawful imprisonment." She looks at Nahla with scorn. "You better pay up, or I'll sue your dirty ass."
"We're not paying you anything. You followed her into a public bathroom. She had no choice but to defend herself." Ridwan responds.
The woman clenches her jaw. "Fuck you," she mutters as she begins to gather her belongings and salvage the contents of her shopping bags that have spilt all over the wet floor.

Ridwan leans over and rotates Nahla, so she's standing with her back to him. He rips what's left of her blouse but leaves her bra on. He presses his engorged crotch against her ass and grabs her breast roughly through her wet bra. She lets out a soft whimper, still tense from the fight and embarrassed at her defeat. She focuses on getting her breathing under control but starts to feel her pussy getting wet and hot from being touched by her husband and feeling his hard cock through his pants.
"Are you my sexy little wife?" Ridwan whispers in her ear.
Nahla vigorously nods her head.
"Good girl," he says, squeezing her breasts even more tightly, "are you ready to do whatever I say?"
Nahla nods her head, trembling with fear and excitement.
He runs his hands down her sides and beneath her tight yoga pants. He firmly grasps her ass and squeezes. "Yes, yes, yes..." she moans, nodding her head faster.

"Then fight," he growls, pushing Nahla forward launching her into the other woman. Both women are caught off guard by the sudden action. Nahla's momentum causes the woman to fall forwards and bellyflop on the ground. Nahla lets out a squeal as she lands on top of the woman's back. She doesn't waste any time and immediately slides her arms in for a rear naked choke hold. She tightly wraps her arms around the woman's neck and squeezes. She feels the woman's neck compress and the woman start gasping for air.
"That's right," Ridwan says encouragingly. Looking down at the two. From his point of view, he sees his wife lying on top of the other woman from behind. His wife's pelvis resting on the woman's shapely ass, their legs spread apart.
Nahla looks back at Ridwan and smiles. She is breathing heavily and still trying to catch her breath from the adrenaline rush.
Her erect dark nipples protruded through her wet bra. She arches her back, thrusting her hips forward, causing her firm, round ass to bounce up and down on top of the other woman's tight ass. Ridwan could see how the bouncing was causing both pussies to be squished and spread in their wet shorts.
"Don't stop," Ridwan urges. "Keep fighting." Nahla nods her head, making sure her arms are wrapped tightly around the woman's throat.
The woman grunts in despair as she struggles against Nahla's strangling grip. She flails her legs frantically and tries to buck Nahla off her back, but Nahla holds her squeeze tight until the other woman finally goes limp in defeat. Nahla lets go of the woman's hair and pushes herself off of her back.

She rises unsteadily on shaky legs while staring at the defeated woman lying on the floor in front of her. Nahla stood there for a moment, her chest heaving, panting, drenched in sweat and water, her bra and shorts clinging to every inch of her body, showing off all her assets, which now appeared even more impressive due to the coating of water and sweat. Her nipples still hard and protruding like two bullets dipped in chocolate. Her pussy lips swollen and wet from being pressed into the woman's ass.
Ridwan looked at her; she didn't seem embarrassed or ashamed of what they did. In fact, she was getting a little turned on by it. He admired how she stood there in front of him, dripping wet and sweaty, her face flushed from exertion, her eyes glazed over, her breasts jiggling slightly as she struggled for breath. She was beautiful, she was amazing, she was perfect. She was his wife.
Ridwan approached Nahla and drew her face to his. He kissed her passionately, his tongue digging deep into her mouth.
"I love you," Ridwan whispered huskily into Nahla's ear. "You are the perfect wife." His words sent shivers down her spine, making her entire body tingle with excitement.
"Oh yes," Nahla moans. "I'm your perfect wife." She looks down at the woman still lying on the ground.
"Did you enjoy that, fighting her for me?" Ridwan asked Nahla softly.
"Y-yess..." Nahla spoke softly. She was embarrassed to say it aloud, but she knew she couldn't lie to her husband after everything they had just been through together.
He kisses her again. Harder this time. Holding onto her so tight she can't move.
She wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes. Their tongues push deeper into each other's mouths as their kiss becomes more passionate and intense.
Nahla pulls away from the kiss and looks him in the dark brown eyes. "That's part of a strong marriage, right, being willing to fight for one another?" She whispers seductively while rubbing her wet body against his crotch.
Ridwan beams. "So, what did I say? My perfect wife." He leans in and scoops up what's left of Nahla's tattered blouse from the floor. He takes off his hoody and hands it to her. "Let's go home," he says, walking past her to the door.

"One second," Nahla said as she took the torn blouse from him and bent down over the defeated woman on the floor. The woman was semi-conscious by now but still completely out of it. By grabbing the woman by the hair, Nahla lifted her off the floor. The woman struggled to turn her head away, letting out a small grunt. Nahla smirked and grabbed the woman's face with one hand, forcing her mouth open. She shoved the blouse into the woman's mouth with her other hand.
The woman sputtered and struggled as Nahla stuffed the tattered and wet material into her mouth, causing the other women to cough. When she had crammed most of it in, she pushed the woman's face away.
"There," Nahla said as she stood back up "now we can go home."
Ridwan walked his wife out of the bathroom and closed it behind them. They walked down the hallways and out of the mall, Nahla holding onto his arm for support all the way to the car. There,  Ridwan helped her into the passenger seat before closing her door and walking around to the driver's side.
We should go out way more often, Ridwan thought to himself as he started the car and headed home, his beautiful fighter riding beside him.

[WHYBEB!]

Good Story I liked it a lot!

[rozczochrany]

I like this story because it has an original plot, showing people of a different culture and thinking differently. I imagine that this man and this woman could think and talk like that , and a similar situation could arise. I also like how the girl has an internal struggle with her fears and how she decides to fight when forced by her husband and then finds satisfaction in it herself.

[rozczochrany]

This story has potential. I would love to read about Nahla's progress in the next fight, her husband's satisfaction and post-fight sex.