Chapter 1: The Invader
Kezia checked herself out in the mirror. She stood barefoot, wearing only her two-piece white bikini – a bare bra to cover her boobs and a loin cloth, also known as a pantie, to cover her pussy. Not bad for a 36-year-old, Kezia thought to herself. Not bad at all. Her breasts were solid and hung down in the sheer cotton brassiere.
There was no fat around her stomach. Kezia did thousand crunches six days a week. Her hips were opulent and curved out into fleshy buttocks.
Then there were her quads and calves. Kezia had enormous and shapely quads and calves ever since she was a teenager. Her female physical ed teacher had once compared Kezia’s legs to tree trunks and she wasn’t far from the truth. The nice round and well-endowed calves were an important feature of Kezia’s figure, and she loved to show them off by always wearing short skirts and shorts.
Kezia was getting all hot and aroused looking at herself in the mirror. She slowly inserted her hands into her pantie and worked her fingers through the forest of pubic hair and began to rub the outer edges of her pussy lips with her finger nails.
Her pussy was leaking already. Kezia always got aroused looking at herself in the mirror. Fingering herself while admiring her semi-nude body in the mirror was one of her favorite past times when her husband Tony was not around.
Kezia took sips from a tumbler filled with martini that was on the dressing room table while she fingered herself.
She thought she heard a noise from outside the house as she took a sip of the martini. She removed her hand from inside her pantie walked towards the window which looked down onto the front porch.
She saw a woman in a white two-piece bikini standing on her porch. The woman had some sort of a satchel in her hand. Kezia noticed the woman was barefoot. After standing on the porch for a while, the woman walked away.
Kezia figured the woman must be a tourist who had lost her way.
Coconut Creek attracted a lot of tourists but at the end of the day it was an exclusive enclave for rich real estate agents and senior corporate honchos.
The mansion in which Kezia lived had cost her husband Tony Anselmo $100,000.
Kezia thought she had done well for herself. She had been born in a poor working class Floridian family and was finding it tough to make ends meet while working as a cocktail waitress in her late twenties. But then she had met corporate lobbyist Tony Anselmo at a pool side fancy-dress party in which Kezia had dressed up as Jane Russell.
Tony liked Kezia’s body, and she showed him a good time in bed, and they had gotten married.
Now here she was in this plush Floridian home in a nice neighborhood with a swimming pool in the backyard. The beach was just a short drive away.
She was rich enough to sip martinis at 11 am in the morning on a Friday when most women her age would be at work to pay off their mortgages.
Tony did not let Kezia work. He said he made enough to maintain two wives. That was a favorite joke of his whenever Kezia asked him whether she ought to look for a job.
Kezia was 36 and she felt like she had made it. She felt relaxed and lazy that Friday morning as she stood in the dressing room of her Florida mansion, sipping her martini and fingering herself in front of the mirror. She was living the American dream.
The doorbell rang just then. An insistent and interfering single ring. A loud one at that. Kezia was roused out of her drunken sexual revelry at the sound of the doorbell.
Darn! Who the fuck could it be at 11 am on a Sunday afternoon? Kezia decided to ignore the doorbell and continued to finger herself. Whoever it was might simply go away if she ignored the doorbell, thought Kezia.
Kezia continued to pleasure her pussy lips with her finger nails as she watched her sexy figure in the large mirror. Lucky is the woman who does not need pornography and can get aroused and masturbate as she watched herself in the mirror.
The bell rang again. Kezia’s hand almost popped out of her pantie as she heard the bell ring rancorously. Who the fuck could it be?
It could be a courier service delivering one of those rare crime novels published by obscure publishing firms, that Tony ordered.
Kezia opened the bedroom door and stormed down the stairs in just her brassiere and pantie. She couldn’t be bothered to dress up for some delivery boy.
As Kezia reached the bottom of the stairs, the bell rang two more times. Whoever was ringing was getting impatient.
Kezia was going to give the delivery guy a piece of her mind. How dare the prick interrupt her masturbation.
She twisted the latch and opened the front door, hid her brassiere and pantie clad semi-naked body behind the large mahogany door and looked outside.
A woman in a white bikini and a white pantie stood outside the door. It was the same woman whom she had seen from her window. She had a satchel in her hand. She was barefoot.
“Yes?”, asked Kezia, opening the door, showing the woman her body.
“Hi Kezia, I am Kenia”, said the woman in the white bikini and pantie. Kezia couldn’t help but admire the woman’s semi-naked body as she stood on the verandah.
The woman’s boobs attracted Kezia’s attention. They looked taut and firm. Kezia perked up her own boobs for the woman to see.
“What do you want? How do you know my name”, asked Kezia, placing a foot forward, showing off her own semi-naked body to the bikini clad woman.
“I am your husband Tony’s wife. I am here to meet Tony, Kezia”, said the woman/Kenia.
“What?”, asked Kezia. She and the woman/Kenia stood just a few feet away from each other.
“I said I am Tony’s wife. I am here to take over as Tony’s wife”, said the woman/Kenia with a hint of hostility.
Kezia eyed the woman’s bikini clad body. The woman was well built. She had fleshy quads and well-furnished calves. Her legs were beautiful. The beautiful well-proportioned legs were competing with the woman’s taut boobs in distracting Kezia.
Kezia could not believe what the woman was saying. She was Tony’s wife? What the hell?
“Why don’t you go away, lady?”, said Kezia, unable to digest the woman’s audacity as she claimed to be Tony’s wife while turning up dressed in a bikini and standing on her verandah.
“I’m not about to go away. I am Tony’s wife. My name is Kenia. I am here to stay, Kezia”, said the woman/ Kenia in an insistent voice.
Kezia could not believe what was happening. She took a step back and violently shut the door on the bikini clad woman.
But before she could turn the latch into the lock, Kezia felt the woman/Kenia push against the mahogany door.
Kezia tried to shut the door, but the woman was strong, and she pushed back. The two bikini clad women struggled against each other as they pushed from either side of the door.
Kezia felt herself get pushed back and the woman stepped into the house.
She did not simply step into the house. She shut the front door behind her after stepping into the house and turned towards Kezia.
Kezia could see that the woman’s boobs were heaving uncontrollably as if she was sexually excited.
Kezia tried to charge at the woman, but the woman placed a hand on Kezia’s right boob and pushed Kezia back with the palm of her hand.
Kezia shivered at the woman’s touch. She felt goosebumps rise across her body. Her nipples turned erect at the woman’s touch.
“Calm down now. I am Tony’s wife. My name is Kenia”, said Kenia.
Kezia noticed that Kenia had a small satchel in her hand.
Kezia took a step towards Kenia and this time she did not push her away.
Their bra covered boobs jostled as they stood toe to toe. Neither woman moved away. Neither woman was embarrassed by the jostling between their boobs even though they were meeting each other for the first time.
“Who the fuck are you? I am Tony Anselmo’s only wife. Get the fuck out of my house”, said Kezia’ plunging her boobs against the woman’s boobs.
Two sets of taut and firm boobs bounced against each other. Kezia felt her nipples turn erect under her brassiere.
“Yes, Kezia. I know you are Tony Anselmo’s wife. But so am I. Tony married you. But unfortunately for you, he married me too”, said Kenia, coolly, the slightest of smiles on her face.
Their boobs continued to bounce against each other as they argued.
“What is your deal, woman?”, asked Kezia, still unable to get a grip of the situation. Kezia felt like she was being invaded. Kezia felt cowed by the woman in front of her.
“I hate to repeat myself over and over again. You are one thick headed broad, Kezia. I am Tony Anselmo’s wife. My name is Kenia. I have been thrown out of my house in Fort Lauderdale, and I am here to move in to this house with you, Kezia”, said Kenia. Kenia let out a sigh as she finished the sentence. As if she was the mistress of the house and Kezia was the intruder.
Their boobs continued to heave competitively against each other. Kezia looked down upon their boobs lined up against each other and she saw that even Kenia’s nipples were erect.
Kezia felt a sweat breakout on her forehead.
The two scantily clad women eyed each other aggressively. Their noses rubbed briefly. Their mouths were inches apart. Their knees brushed.
Kezia could not believe what was going on. Her pussy was still itching and leaking. This bikini clad woman in front of her had surprised the fuck out of her and also sexually aroused her.
“I am Tony’s wife. I am Kezia Anselmo. You are on private property”, said Kezia trying to compose herself. She had heard this dialog in some movie. She felt her cxnt itch as she argued with the woman who had just stepped into her house and was trying to dominate her now.
“I am also Tony’s wife. I am Kenia Anselmo. You might not know me, Kezia. But I know you. I am here to stay because I am homeless. I demand that I be given a room in my husband Tony’s house”, said Kenia in a righteous fucking tone as if she was a refugee who was demanding her rights.
“What the fuck? Are you kidding me? Get the fuck out of this house immediately”, said Kezia pushing Kenia back with her boobs. But Kenia pushed back and now the two sets of firm and taut boobs were plastered against each other.
Kezia could smell a hint of a perfume emanating from Kenia’s body. Kenia could smell Kezia’s body aroma. It was a mix of the perfume and sweat.
“I will not get the fuck out of this house. Call Tony now so that he can sort this out”, said Kenia.
“Tony is in Mexico, taking care of his business. I don’t know who you are”, said Kezia, still feeling dominated.
“Then I will stay in this house until Tony arrives, Kezia”, said Kenia.
“You are trespassing. I request you to leave my house”, said Kezia. She was unbelievably aroused now.
Their nipples which were beneath their thin brassieres rubbed. Both women shivered.
“It is not your house, Kezia. This is Tony’s house. I am married to him. Just like you are married to him”, said Kenia.
Kezia was meeting the woman’s eyes one while also being involved in a titfight with this invader.
Kezia gazed helplessly at the brunette woman standing in her bra and pantie in front of her. The brunette woman gazed back at her, both of them involved in an unspoken fight with their boobs. “I am going to call the police. This is your last warning”, said Kezia, even as she felt the blood surge into her nipples once again.
Their noses rubbed against each other once again. They were breathing into each other’s faces.
“Go ahead and call the police, Kezia. I have all the proof that I am Tony Anselmo’s wife”, said Kenia and she raised her hand with the satchel in her hand.
Kezia realized that she had a battle at hand. This bikini clad woman in front of her meant business. Kezia knew she had no other choice but to call the police.
But Kezia wondered for a moment whether she ought to physically throw Kenia out. Kezia was a regular at the gym. But Kenia did seem strong too. She had powerful shoulders, and her quads and calves suggested she was a regular at the gym.
A smile appeared on Kenia’s face. She seemed to realize that Kezia was contemplating the next course of action.
Kenia took a step back, disentangling her boobs from Kezia’s.
“Are you thinking about throwing me out physically?”, asked Kenia, placing her hands on her hips in a competitive pose, showing off her fleshy and shapely body to Kezia.
Kezia suppressed a gasp. This was one beautiful and sexy woman in front of her.
“Well, what if I am? I could kick your ass and throw you out easily”, said Kezia, half-heartedly.
“I just want you to know that I am game for a physical fight if that’s what you want”, said Kenia, a real aggressive smile appearing on her face as she said it.
Kezia was unnerved for a moment before she recovered quickly.
“So be it. I will fight you”, said Kezia, tersely.
The woman raised her hands towards Kezia. Kezia also raised her hands, and the two women entwined fingers.
They began to wrestle, both women trying to make the other woman take a backward step.
They struggled and strained with their fingers interlocked for what seemed like a long time. But neither woman could make their rival take a backward step.
They grunted and groaned as they tried to subdue the other woman physically. But Kezia and Kenia were equally matched.
Even though she liked the feel of her fingers entwined with Kenia, Kezia finally disentangled herself from Kenia.
The two women stood facing each other with their breasts heaving. Their faces were drenched with sweat.
“I am a civilized woman, and I will handle this in a civilized way”, said Kezia and she walk towards the phone on the wall.
Kenia chuckled and whispered “pussy” as Kezia walked towards the phone on the wall. Kezia heard the intruder whispering “pussy” again under her breath as she picked up the phone off the wall.
Chapter 2: Summoning the Law
“911? There is an intruder in my house. Could you please send a police patrol to Pitt Street, 18L, Coconut Creek? A woman just barged in”, said Kezia, trying to sound calm as she spoke into the pink phone that was mounted on the wall.
Kenia coolly walked in front of Kezia and had the gall to park her butt on the couch. She crossed her leg, placing one leg over the other. Her thighs and calves made a beautiful shape. Kezia could not look away.
“A woman barged in to your house? What does this woman want? Is she armed?”, asked the female operator.
“She claims to be married to my husband, Tony Anselmo. I want her evicted from my property”, said Kezia in what she hoped was a firm voice. She was not used to dealing with this kind of a situation.
Kenia smirked as she watched Kezia on the phone. Kezia felt like Kenia was undressing her with her eyes.
“Let me understand this correctly. The intruder in your house, claims to be married to your husband?”, asked the female operator, sounding indignant.
“You got that right. Please send someone over immediately to evict her from my property”, said Kezia.
“I am already in touch with the nearest police patrol. They will be there in less than 5 minutes”, said the female operator.
Kezia’s eyes met and locked with Kenia’s as she spoke to the female operator.
“Thank you”, said Kezia.
The female operator hung up. Kezia placed the phone back on the cradle on the wall.
“You can leave before the police arrives and evicts you”, said Kezia to Kenia. Kenia was now leaning back against the couch and seemed to be as cool as a cucumber.
She opened her legs, showing off her crotch to Kezia. There was a wet patch across Kenia’s white pantie. The wet patch made the pantie transparent, and Kezia could see a thick tuft of hair underneath the pantie.
Was it Kezia’s sweat or her pussy leaking that made the pantie wet? Was she enjoying this sexual encounter?
Kezia did not know if she herself was enjoying it. She was equal parts offended and equal parts excited by the arrival of this bikini clad intruder who sat on her couch, showing off her wet pantie and her beautiful body in front of her.
“I am not going anywhere, Kezia”, said Kenia in a calm voice.
The fact that the woman in front of her kept uttering her name, made Kezia feel a certain kinship towards Kenia.
“You gonna make me a martini while we wait for the police patrol to arrive? I smelled martini on your breath when I came in”, asked Kenia, closing her legs and placing one leg over the other as she relaxed on the couch.
Kezia gazed longingly at Kenia’s clearly well worked quads with oodles of muscular flesh over them. She marveled at the shapely arch of Kenia’s calves. She could feel her nipples turn erect again.
“Make you a martini? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re not going to get a drop of water from this house”, said Kezia, almost shouting now.
Kenia laughed out loud.
“We’ll see about that, Kezia”, said Kenia.
“We’ll see about that, Kenia”, retorted Kezia.
She had uttered the other woman’s name for the first time. Kenia also looked up when she heard Kezia utter her name.
Both women felt a pang for each other. As if Kezia uttering Kenia’s name bonded them together.
The two bikini clad women eyed each other. There was both sex and rancor in the way they eyed each other.
“Why don’t you call Tony and ask him about me, Kezia?”, asked Kenia.
“I trust my husband. He would never cheat on me, Kenia”, said Kezia.
“You sure about that Kezia?”, asked Kenia in a low and suggestive voice.
No, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure about anything at that moment.
“Yeah, I am sure, Kenia. Tony is MY husband”, said Kezia.
“I don’t contest that. But he is MY husband too”, said Kenia.
“No he isn’t”, said Kezia, almost hysterical now.
“Yes, he is”, said Kenia.
Kezia seethed at Kenia. She was about to pounce on this woman and wrestle her to the floor.
“Tony, our husband had a rose tattoo, tattooed across the base of his dick. I know because I have mounted that dick thousands of times”, said Kenia, in an even and serious voice.
Kezia felt like she had been punched in the stomach and slapped in her face. It was true. Tony did have a rose tattoo across the base of his penis.
“You fucking slut”, said Kezia in a low voice taking a step towards Kenia.
“You fucking whore”, Kenia responded, sitting up on the couch.
The women eyed each other fierily. Kezia wanted to run across the room and pounce on this upstart intruder.
“I am like a demon who has come to haunt you, Kezia”, said Kenia. An evil look appeared on her face.
Kezia looked maimed for just a moment.
“Maybe even I am like a demon, Kenia. We could haunt each other for eternity. You don’t know who you’re getting tangled with”, said Kezia in a low threatening whisper.
It was Kenia’s turn to look maimed.
“I will take you down, Kezia”, said Kenia, recovering quickly.
The way Kenia said it, Kezia knew she had a battle on hand.
“If I go down, I will take you down with me, Kenia”, said Kezia, without missing a blink.
The way Kezia said it, Kenia knew she was up against a worthy adversary.
The two scantily clad women were ready to charge at each other. Both scantily clad women’s breasts heaved as they waited for the other woman to make the move.
Just then, they heard the sound of a car drive onto the front porch.
Kezia realized it could be the police patrol.
The doorbell rang a few moments later.
Both women looked out of the window beside the living room and saw a policewoman standing outside the door.
Kezia extricated her eyes away from Kenia’s eyes and walked swiftly towards the door.
Kenia admired Kezia’s fleshy buttocks as she opened the front door.
Chapter 3: The Marriage Certificate
Officer Louise Gorch was a hefty woman with a pretty face in her mid-forties. She was surprised to be welcomed into the house by an attractive brunette woman in just her white brassiere and pantie.
“Follow me officer”, said the brunette woman who had sweat all over her forehead and her shoulders and neck. She seemed to be in a state of frenzy.
When Officer Louise Gorch followed the brunette woman into the living room, there was another brunette woman standing there in a two-piece white bikini with her hands on her hips. She also had sweat all over her shoulders and her neck.
“What seems to be the problem here ladies?”, asked Officer Gorch, feeling a bit excited by the sight of the two semi-naked and sweaty women, both of them in white bikinis.
“Officer, I am Kezia Anselmo. This woman barged into my house claiming to be married to my husband. It is a blatant lie. I want her to be evicted”, said the brunette woman who had let her in. She seemed to be genuinely upset. On the verge of hysteria.
“Is that true?”, asked Office Gorch to the other brunette woman.
“Officer, I am Kenia Anselmo. I am legally married to Tony Anselmo for the last five years. I am merely visiting my husband’s house”, said the woman. She also seemed to be annoyed.
“Can you prove that you’re married to Mr. Anselmo?”, asked Officer Gorch to the woman.
“Yes”, said Kenia and she grabbed the small satchel from the sofa she had been sitting on. She opened it and took out a single thick sheet of paper and walked towards Officer Gorch with it.
“Officer, this is the certificate of my marriage to Tony. We got married in Fort Lauderdale”, said Kenia and she handed Officer Gorch the certificate.
Officer Lousie Gorch studied the marriage certificate for a few moments. Kenia hovered near her as she studied the document. Beside her, Kezia also moved towards them.
Kezia and Kenia eyed each other like they were sworn enemies. Officer Gorch watched the two women look fiercely at each other. She could feel the hate between them. But she also saw that both women’s nipples, covered by their white brassieres were erect.
Officer Gorch thought they were like a couple of little children who had fought on the playground and were appealing to her for justice. But she knew the matter here was much graver than a playground fight.
She turned her attention back to the marriage certificate and studied it intently.
“This looks legitimate, I am afraid”, said Officer Louise Gorch, turning to Kezia.
“What?”, asked Kezia, sounding terribly disappointed.
“This is a genuine Fort Lauderdale seal. I used to work in the documents section before being transferred to patrolling”, said Officer Gorch showing Kezia the certificate.
Kezia looked crestfallen. Kenia let out a low laugh. The two women eyed each other competitively.
“Can we all sit down and discuss this, ladies?”, asked Officer Louise Gorch, admiring the bodies of both women.
The three women walked into the living room.
“Now you both park your lovely butts on the couch”, said Officer Gorch and she grabbed a wooden chair and sat on it.
Kezia and Kenia sat side by side on the couch. Officer Louise Gorch thought both women looked gorgeous together. It was a shame that they were both on the verge of grabbing each other by the neck and choking each other.
They looked almost identical as they sat side by side on the couch in their white bikinis. Both women had crossed one leg over the other. Their toes were inches apart.
Officer Gorch eyed the wet panties of both women. She saw the pubic hairs of both women through the wet panties.
Officer Gorch hid a gulp and tried to focus on the matter at hand.
“First of all, may I ask why you both are in your brassiere and panties?”, asked Officer Gorch, sounding genuinely curious.
“I was trying on my new brassiere and panties which Tony had bought me last week when this woman rang the bell”, said Kezia, her breasts heaving.
“I got thrown out of my house in Fort Lauderdale. Landlord refused to let me take my belongings with me until I paid the rent. I walked to this house in my two-piece bikini after a dip in the ocean”, said Kenia, coolly. But her breasts were heaving too.
Officer Gorch sat on the chair, looking from one woman to the other. These two women were in a royal soup. They were all tangled up. She wondered how she ought to solve this predicament these two women found themselves in.
Officer Gorch noticed the soles of the two barefoot women. Both pair of soles were dirty. Officer Gorch wanted to get down on all fours, crawl towards the two gorgeous woman, and sniff their dirty feet.
But she was an officer of the law and there was a job to be done here.
“Well, Kezia, I cannot evict Kenia from the house because the marriage certificate produced by her is a legitimate one. You will have to accommodate her until she finds another place to stay”, said Officer Gorch.
Kenia smiled feistily at Kezia. Kezia glared back at Kenia.
“You are a couple of adult women. I am sure you both can live in peace until your husband turns up and the three of you can sort it out. Maybe your husband ….. this Tony Anselmo guy can get you a new place to stay, Kenia”, said Officer Gorch in a reasonable voice.
“But it is not fair! She is an intruder. I want her thrown out, officer”, said Kezia, jumping off the couch.
Officer Gorch eyed Kezia’s bouncing boobs. She wondered for a moment whether the breasts would tear free out of the white brassiere.
“I am afraid I cannot do that. Kenia here has every right to be in this house, Kezia. There is no other choice for you both, except to live together in this house. It is the right thing to do until your husband returns”, said Officer Gorch, standing up.
Kezia just stood there with her hands on her hips, an extremely disappointed and offended look on her face.
“Now if you ladies would excuse me, I have a lot of other calls to take”, said Officer Louise Gorch and she got off the chair and adjusted her pants.
“Thank you for serving justice, officer. I will walk you to the door”, said Kenia eagerly.
Officer Gorch nodded at the two beautiful ladies and then turned her back on them both as she walked towards the front door.
Officer Gorch was a bit sorry to be leaving so soon. She wanted to see what would happen between the two beautiful ladies. She wouldn’t be surprised if she received another distress call from one of them after a vicious catfight.
But there were drunks, wife-beaters and bank robbers to take care of. She couldn’t afford to waste any more time on this erotic and sex-laced domestic dispute, as much as she wanted to.
Kenia shut the door after Officer Gorch left the house.
She walked back into the living room where Kezia stood with her hands on her hips, looking supremely offended.
Kenia walked seductively towards her and placed her hands on her hips when they were just a few feet apart.
Kezia was sweating and seething.
“Well, what now?”, asked Kezia, in a low and threatening voice. She sounded beaten.
“Make me a martini. And maybe we can talk about this situation we both are in”, said Kenia.
Their eyes met. Kenia smiled at Kezia. Kezia glared back at Kenia.
Chapter 4: Kezia and Kenia
Kezia handed Kenia her martini. Their fingers brushed as Kenia took the martini from Kezia.
“Thank you Kezia”, said Kenia as she parked her ass back on the sofa.
Kezia stood awkwardly with her drink in hand, hovering over Kenia.
“Sit down, Kezia”, said Kenia in an eager and conciliatory tone which Kezia mistrusted.
Kezia just stood there, scantily clad and sweating, drink in her hand.
“Won’t you sit down, Kezia?”, asked Kenia in a tender voice. She knew she had won. Her sexual rival stood in front of her, shoulders slumped, an expression of complete surrender on her face.
But a moment later Kezia sat down on the sofa, a little away from Kenia as if she was some toxic person with some contagious disease.
Kenia moved towards Kezia on the sofa, closing the distance between them.
Their semi-nude bodies were inches away from each other.
“So our husband is in Mexico?”, asked Kenia. Now that she had won, she wanted to really drive the knife in.
“Yeah”, said Kezia meekly and she took a long sip of the martini.
Kenia had not expected such an easy surrender from her sexual rival. She had expected a vicious and prolonged physical fight between them. A fight laced with sex, lust and jealousy. But that had not happened so far.
Kenia took a small sip of the martini.
“I will need some of your clothes, Kezia”, said Kenia, in a mildly authoritative tone.
“What happened to yours?”, asked Kezia. It was not asked in a hostile tone. But the same defeated tone of voice.
“I told you. My landlord wouldn’t let me take my things until I paid the rent”, said Kenia coolly.
Kezia took another sip of the martini. She had nearly finished off the tall glass of martini in a couple of gulps.
Kenia realized her sexual rival was well and truly defeated.
“I think we should call Tony”, said Kezia, suddenly.
“Huh?”, asked Kenia.
“I said we should call our husband on the phone”, said Kezia.
“Why?”, asked Kenia, surprised by the suggestion.
“We need to find a solution to this unique predicament we both are in, Kenia”, said Kezia. Her taut breasts heaved as she spoke. Kenia could not look away from the beautiful firm boobs.
“This is something we should sort out between ourselves before Tony arrives, Kezia”, said Kenia.
“And how do we sort it out?”, asked Kezia.
“Well, you leave this house. I’ll be Tony’s wife from now on”, said Kenia, nonchalantly.
“What? No fucking way. This is my house. Tony is my husband”, said Kezia, sitting up on the sofa. She slammed the rest of the martini down and threw the glass onto the floor. It fell noisily onto the carpeted floor but did not break.
Kenia was shocked by Kezia’s sudden outburst. She knew she was winning and could not give an inch.
“We will find out whom Tony chooses as his wife, won’t we? It’s a fight to the finish between you and me. The survival of the fittest”, said Kenia, feistily. She slammed down her martini and threw her glass onto the carpet. It fell without breaking.
The two women eyed each other fierily.
“You don’t just move in on me like that you bitch”, said Kezia in a low whisper that was almost like a growl.
Kezia’s face was red with anger. A violent expression had suddenly appeared on her face. She did not look defeated anymore.
Kenia was unnerved by the sudden change in the equation between them with Kezia threatening her with just a change in her face expression.
Kezia looked like she was about to charge at her and strangle her. Her breasts heaved violently as she sat in front of Kenia, seething and growling.
Kenia decided she needed some more time to really feel out her sexual rival. How far could she take this?
“OK. Let’s call Tony and see what he has to say”, said Kenia in a conciliatory tone.
Kezia continued to eye her with a vengeful expression on her face. Kenia did not look away. Their eyes stayed locked together.
Kezia stood up. Kenia also stood up.
Without exchanging another word, Kezia walked towards the phone that was attached to the wall. Kenia followed her.
Chapter 5: Calling Tony Anselmo
Kezia dialed the number quickly and turned on the speakerphone on the pink phone that was mounted on the wall.
“You calling his hotel in Mexico?”, asked Kenia, placing a hand on the wall and the other one on her hips. Kezia glanced briefly at her rivals boobs. And then at the thick tuft of hair under her rival’s armpits.
This was one sexy woman standing in front of her, thought Kezia.
“Calling his hotel room”, said Kezia.
Kenia also eyed Kezia’s heaving boobs. Kezia placed a hand on the wall, mimicking Kenia’s pose. Kenia saw the thick tuft of hair under her rivals armpit.
The women eyed each other’s heaving boobs covered with just their bras and their hairy armpits. They were struggling with their intense mutual hatred as well as increasing sexual attraction for each other.
Dried sweat on their forehead, shoulders and neck made them gleam in the fading evening light of the living room.
The phone rang monotonously, and the two women stood on either side of it, their bodies just a few feet away from each other. Their eyes were locked together, neither woman looking away.
Then the phone was picked up. Both women perked up.
“Hello”, came Tony’s voice.
“Tony. Kenia here”, said Kenia, moving towards the speakerphone and talking before Kezia could utter a word.
Kezia’s face was pale with anger at her rival taking charge of the phone call with their shared husband.
“Hey love. How you doin?”, asked Tony in his thick Brooklyn accent.
“I’m just fucking dandy. I am at your house in Coconut Creek. You are on speakerphone, Tony. My co-wife Kezia is standing beside me in your house”, said Kenia, winking at Kezia. Kezia did not wink back.
Kezia moved towards Kenia and raised both her hands toward her sexual rival. The women interlocked fingers like they had done a little earlier.
Tony did not respond for a few moments.
“What? You tryin to prank me, Kenia”, Tony asked weakly.
“You heard Kenia just fine Tony. I am standing right in front of my co-wife. She barged in a little earlier. I called the police and tried to evict her. But she had a valid marriage certificate. You been cheating on my you son of a mangy bitch”, Kezia seethed into the speaker.
She squeezed hard with her interlocked fingers and Kenia squeezed right back. The women eyed each other fierily.
“What? Kezia ….. baby. What the hell you gals doin together in the house?”, asked Tony. He sounded surprised.
“You heard Kezia just fine, Tony. I got thrown out of the Ford Lauderdale house and decided to turn up at yours”, Kenia intervened immediately.
“Allright”, said Tony, his voice seemed to have attained a calmness all of a sudden as if he had gotten a measure of the situation.
Tony Anselmo was a tough Italian from Brooklyn. He wasn’t about to let a couple of broads break his balls.
Both Kezia and Kenia knew this as they stood in front of the phone with their fingers tightly interlocked.
“So you ladies decided to stay in the same house like a couple of nice girls?”, asked Tony.
“Yeah”, said Kenia.
Kezia fixed Kenia with a really evil look.
“I heard you Kenia, I did not hear Kezia”, said Tony. He sounded like an experienced politician, slowly gaining control over a terrible situation.
“I do not want Kenia in this house, Tony. You son of a bitch”, Kezia hissed into the speaker.
Kenia dug her nails into the flesh of Kezia’s hands and eyed her fierily. Kezia returned the favor, digging her nails into the flesh of Kenia’s hands and fixing her with a real tough look.
“You already said that, Kezia. It is mediocre and banal to repeat yourself, honey”, said Tony. He seemed to be in total control over the situation now.
“Fuck you Tony”, said Kezia. Her breasts heaved as she uttered the words.
Kezia and Kenia’s eyes met. Tony was playing them against each other. Both women knew it. But they were both getting aroused by Tony’s antics. The palms of their hands were sweaty due to the intensity with which they were holding hands.
“I have made up my mind”, said Tony.
Both women waited for Tony to say whatever he was going to say next.
“I am the sole bread earner. This is a single income family. I cannot support both of you. So one of you will have to leave the house”, said Tony in a calm but callous voice.
Kezia and Kenia eyed each other. Both women knew this was inevitable. Tony Anselmo did not give any fucks about anyone’s hurt feelings.
“When I reach home next week, I only want to see one of you. You girls settle it between yourselves”, said Tony, sounding as confident as the president of the USA telling two third-world countries to sort out their beef.
They heard Tony hang up on them.
Both Kezia and Kenia knew the truth had been spoken. Now there was only the impending sexual conflict between the two of them to decide who would get to be Tony Anselmo’s wife.
Chapter 6: A Declaration of War
“Let’s make it a best of three”, said Kezia, taking a sip of her martini.
They were back on the sofa, both of them facing each other, still barefoot, still dressed in their white bikinis, playing the slowest of mating dances, even as their sexual rivalry gained in intensity.
“What do you mean, best of three?”, asked Kenia.
“We fight each other physically and sexually, three times. Whoever wins at least twice gets to stay in this house and be Tony’s wife. The loser has to fuck off”, said Kezia in a low but intense voice.
Kenia took a sip of her martini, surprised by Kezia’s suggestion. Kezia was beginning to fight back. She was showing real initiative now.
“OK. A best of three sounds fine”, said Kenia, nursing the glass in her hand. She felt the blood flow into her nipples as she agreed to the sexfight challenge.
“The first bout will be at dawn tomorrow morning in the backyard of this house”, said Kezia, without a pause.
“Oh”, said Kenia, caught by surprise once again.
“The backyard is grassy and is fenced in so nobody will see us”, said Kezia.
“OK”, said Kenia.
“The second one will take place in the nearby Coconut Creek Maple swamp in the evening tomorrow”, said Kezia, aggressively.
“A swamp?”, asked Kenia.
“Why not? We are going to fight each other physically and sexually. It is a fight to decide who gets to be husband to Tony Anselmo. Who gets to mount his cock and who gets to be mistress of this $100,000 mansion. So why don’t we duel it out in the wilderness of maple swamp like a couple of wild animals?”, asked Kezia, a smile appearing on her face.
“You have been thinking about this haven’t you?”, asked Kenia, once again taken by surprise. She felt the tables being turned against her in this intense sexual rivalry between her and the woman who sat in front of her.
“You left me with no choice, Kenia, barging into my house like you did today morning, trying to take ownership of my husband’s cock”, said Kezia, in a calculating tone.
“I like how honest you are, Kezia. I guess this beef between us is ultimately over Tony’s cock”, said Kenia.
“It’s all cocks and balls and pussies and cxnts, Kenia”, said Kezia. She was beginning to feel better now that she was laying down the terms of sexual engagement between her and her co-wife.
“Ha! You can say that again, Kezia”, said Kenia, taking another sip of the martini to calm herself down.
“The third duel between us, if it is required, will take place out in the ocean, the day after tomorrow”, said Kezia insistently. She was on a roll now and was not about to stop.
“The ocean?”, asked Kenia.
“Yeah. You heard me right, Kenia. The ocean. This is a matter of life and death for me. We will pit our naked bodies against each other in the deep of the ocean. It will be a mix of sex and death. Maybe only one of us will come out alive”, Kezia hissed. She had a look of real menace on her face now.
Kenia was unnerved. She tried her best to hide her gulp, but she could not. She slammed down the martini to calm her nerves.
Kenia resolved not to be intimidated by the woman. She was the invader after all.
“If you want us to fuck each other’s brains out in the middle of the ocean, I am game, bitch”, hissed Kenia.
She threw the glass onto the carpet, and it fell with a thud onto the carpeted floor and did not break.
Kenia lunged towards Kezia and kissed her on her lips. She placed her hands on Kezia’s upper arms.
Kezia did not respond but Kenia could tell that she was taken by surprise because her eyebrows were raised even as Kenia pressed her lips insistently onto Kezia’s lips.
Kezia gripped Kenia’s elbows and opened her mouth.
Their tongues met and gasps escaped both women as they began to kiss.
Kenia tried to push Kezia onto the couch and lay on top of her, but she was greeted with a stinging slap by Kezia.
Kezia proceeded to push Kenia back onto the couch and Kenia landed on her butt.
She placed a hand on her cheek which was stinging from the slap. She knew she had to respond in kind.
But Kezia moved towards her and planted a kiss on Kenia’s cheek where she had slapped her.
Kenia was taken by surprise by the tender kiss that had followed the vicious slap.
“There is going to be a lot of kissing and slapping between us over the next two days, Kenia. So let’s save our energies for tomorrow”, Kezia almost whispered and fondled Kenia’s left cheek on which she had let loose the most cruel slap just a few moments ago.
Kenia almost swooned in front of Kezia.
Kezia looked at her sexual rival in a domineering manner. The tables had surely been turned. The invader had been tamed. But not beaten.
“I’m sure Tony has told you about my chicken lo mein. I am gonna cook it up for you, my dearest co-bride”, said Kezia and she stood up.
Kenia also stood up. Their bikini clad bodies were inches apart.
