My wife fights... Part 1
"Did you see the redhead two tables down from us?" my wife Christina asked, grinning and eyeing me, casually as I was about to thunder the third dart into the dartboard.
Like almost every Saturday, we were in our regular sports bar. This time, however, alone. None of our friends had time. But we didn't want to miss out on our evening either, so the two of us threw a few darts.
"Nah. Why? She's never been here before, I don't think," I replied after my last dart was in the board and I looked around for the woman who seemed to mean Christina. The redhead had about the figure of my wife (24, blond, 168 cm and 72kg, I don't use measurements in my stories) and looked, with her black and white patterned dress that she wore, very tasty I thought to myself. Christina is a jeans wearer and opted for the tighter black and a black top. There was a second woman, probably her friend, with the redhead here.
"I guess you like it too, huh...?" she asked me while swinging her arms around my waist, snuggling up to me and giving me a kiss. "At least she's looking over at you all the time!" she added and I was starting to smell a rat.
"You're staking out your territory right now, aren't you?" I teased her and returned her hug, mischievously watching for the redhead. Sure enough, she was looking over at me, smiling cheekily. Christina didn't see it since her back was to her.
"You know what happens inside me when I'm not the only one interested in you. Jealousy? Wet in the panties? You know what gets me going for later." Christina whispered in my ear.
Oh yes, I knew that all too well. In numerous conversations between us, it crystallized that it actually made Christina very horny when I flirted with other women in front of her and thus aroused her jealousy. After such situations, the sex between us was mood-technically on the boiling point. On the one hand, she was very angry with me when I did this and on the other hand, I probably awakened a desire for me in her that made her really head for the climax.
I grinned at her, then I kissed her and showed her that I understood what she wanted.
"A horny fuck you need, young padawan?" I pushed in Yoda style afterwards and couldn't help giggling. "You're stupid!" with these words she detached herself from me and now strode with her arrows to the marker for throwing.
I peeked over at the redhead again, timing the moment she walked to the bar. With the words, "I'll get us something to drink," I left our table and followed the beautiful stranger. Traditionally, we kept it that way here in the sports bar, alcohol was more likely to be on our table, and as far as I can remember, I had already been to the front of the bar two or three times to get a refill. I joined the redhead and waited for her to place her order.
"These two drinks are on me." I instructed the bartender and winked at the unknown beauty. She had the same blue-gray eyes as Christina.
"Thank you!" she replied to me with a smile. "I'm Teresa. I hope you don't get a problem with your escort when you do that." Teresa didn't break eye contact, so a while passed before I realized it was my turn to order.
I ordered another vodka lemon and a whiskey coke, paid for all four drinks and said goodbye with a wink, "If you want, come over to our place. Playing darts as a foursome is more exciting than playing as a twosome."
"Maybe I'll come over later. Maren, my girlfriend, wanted to leave soon anyway. And it's even more exciting with three..." winking, Teresa said goodbye and stroked my arm with her black painted fingernails while she took her drinks. "See you later." Without paying any further attention to me, she turned and walked, right past Christina of course, to her table. That Christina had watched everything was clear to me at the latest when the two of them eyed each other on the same level. I knew it beforehand, too, because Christina loves and hates exactly this kind of situation in equal measure and looks for it. She did not back away from Teresa and so it was she who ran around her instead of my wife making room.
Neither during her first confrontation with Teresa nor now, when I approached her with our drinks I saw a smile. Somehow this just went a step further than our previous fantasies I thought to myself.
"You okay?" I asked as I unloaded on the table and made it look like I was touching her arm quite by accident. "That bitch touched you!" she hissed back at me. "Wasn't that what you wanted? Or did I just misunderstand your attempts to animate me to do this, to flirt with her?" I huffed after I noticed that her mood was rather down. She displays her snarky behavior when she is offended or hurt.
"It's okay." she dropped. "You know how it is. Back home it hits again. A little bit even now." she followed up, smiling a little again, and snuggled up to me again before we continued playing darts. She meant her jealousy that made her so horny later in bed. If we even make it there I thought to myself. "She's coming over to our place later once her friend leaves." I casually dropped while holding her in my arms. So, inwardly, angry I have rarely seen her. Her sweet cheeks ran red while she asked me, "If that's what you want. Do you like it?".
"You know it's just you for me. Just two days ago we had talked about it again and you assured me how horny it makes you. So what is this about right now? I don't want anything from her. Except to get you hot." I tried to placate and grabbed her tenderly but a little startlingly by the arms.
"That wasn't the answer to my question, honey!" she drooled at me. "So? Do you like her?" hands on hips, she awaited an answer. "Yes. But..." I didn't even get a chance to finish before she cut me off again. I was sure that, as she herself assured me, it would make her horny if I flirted with other women in her presence. But at the moment I truly didn't know where I stood.
"Do you want to fuck her?" it came from her as if shot out of a pistol. She looked me piercingly in the eyes. Standing up like a small, offended child that doesn't get what it wants or should share its toy. Secretly, I thought it was cute to see her so out of control. It made me proud to know that she couldn't stand that at all. She defended me like her own personal treasure. On the other hand, I was also afraid that this would result in an extreme scene at home tonight. "Say now!" she put after because I did not answer.
I heard a friendly "Hi!" behind me, so I didn't even get a chance to reply. It was Teresa, setting her glass down on the table by us. "I hope I'm not interrupting?! Thought you'd let me play?" she continued. She probably knew my opinion about that, because she directed her gaze to Christina, waiting. I could tell from her words that she must have overheard at least part of the discussion.
Christina put on a smile, walked to within a few inches of Teresa and held out her hand while saying, "Hi! No, you're not interrupting. I'm Christina.". I thought we had just about turned the corner when my wife let out a subliminal, "You already know my husband Björn." Bam! I guess that one hit home. I dug Teresa and she got a broadside from my wife. Made her out to be a slut.
Teresa, in return, took Christina's hand calmly and serenely while she said: "Yes, I already know him. And I heard about the slut, too". Both women did not take their eyes off each other. I could have sunk into the ground. But I was rather ashamed of my wife who did not really show her best side here. In the meantime, our immediate table neighbors, who had surely noticed Christina's whole scene, looked over at us.
Christina took Teresa's hand a little tighter in her grip and pulled herself a little closer to her. "And then you come to our table anyway?" she threw at Teresa. "Your husband invited me. He was also the one who paid for my drink." Teresa stood her ground. "Let's just dart, sweetie! And don't worry. I overheard the 'bitch' part." she winked at my wife, in a way also placating her. "Fine! We'll just dart then!" escaped Christina, who loosened her grip and turned away. I realized Teresa was lying the next moment when she made eye contact with me while Christina stood on the line and threw.
In the course of the evening a really stupid mood arose among the three of us. When Christina threw, Teresa made eyes at me. And when it was her turn, I saw my wife's snide looks in her direction. Every time it was her turn to throw, she said goodbye to me with a kiss. I wish I had never gotten involved in such nonsense. And while I was throwing, I felt two pairs of eyes on me, just so I wouldn't have to communicate with each other. Yes, there was a deep dislike between the women. And it was my fault. A few rounds later Teresa even went so far that whenever Christina was throwing, her hand fiddled with me. Sometimes on my back and sometimes on my thigh. Depending on whether we were sitting or standing. Admittedly, that turned me on. But it was not pleasant for me. That would still give a Riesenzoff here I thought so with me. And I should be right.
A few rounds and drinks later, we were all slightly tipsy, Christina turned around too soon before Teresa could take her hand off my thigh and stopped, petrified. "I don't feel like playing anymore. Let's sit down!" she suggested.
The two women were already taking seats at our round bistro table with its high stools while I organized some more drinks. I unloaded the drinks and sat down in the middle of them both. On the right of me my wife and on the left Teresa. Somehow the mood was now even more stupid. I knew what was coming now on Christina's part. She would not let it sit on her that her husband was so obviously dug in front of her. Demonstratively, she put her left hand on my thigh while she looked at her rival.
"Björn pleases you? Can that be? Or why are you so cavalierly hitting on him in front of me?" she confronted her red-haired rival rather directly but in the meantime in a calmer and more moderate tone. It was like the calm before a storm.
Teresa, who was still drinking her Vodka Energy and chewing quite calmly on the straw, turned a little towards me so that her knee bumped against me. She didn't make a face when she put down her glass in the next moment and provoked Christina by putting her right hand on my still free thigh. Looking past me and deep into my wife's eyes, she merely contributed a, "Yes! So what?" to this discussion.
"Ladies! Settle down now. And you don't bring that crap up again now, Christina! We'll drink up now and then just go," I tried to placate. But the two were already so fixated on each other that I was somehow just air. They simply ignored my words.
"What I am, you've already made clear to me earlier! And now?" Teresa blithely continued to provoke. I noticed how her thumb slowly moved and began to stroke my thigh.
But always keeping Christina in sight. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she added.
"Hm..." now came from Christina. "Suggestion! Do you see the toilets back there? Let's go there and sort it out. I don't feel like arguing with a bitch like you right now."
Teresa's smile revealed that she was just making fun of my wife. But she made no effort to retreat. On the contrary. Slowly she rose from her stool and waited until Christina stood as well. The two now faced each other again very close, hands on hips. "You best go ahead and show me where, sweetie," Teresa demanded. "Get yourself another drink, Björn. It won't take any longer than that. Then we'll go." my wife whispered to me as she gave me a fleeting kiss. "You don't want to..." I made one last attempt and wanted to get between the two of them. But I was interrupted by Christina: "Let it be, honey! She'll get her thrashing now.". With these words my wife went ahead in the direction of the ladies' toilets. "Don't be so sure," hissed Teresa from behind as she followed.
The door of the toilets slammed shut again after the women disappeared inside and I was left behind. With a mixture of fear for Christina and, what made me even more uncomfortable, infinite horniness. Were they really fighting over me? And yes, I found Teresa horny, too. Quite horny, in fact. I preferred to stay seated and take the last sip of my drink. An attempt to organize me something new to drink I let better stay because of what was just going on in my pants. I stared unblinkingly at that stupid door.
In the next moment I felt really bad, not to go after them and to keep them apart. But did I even want to do that? No, somehow not! A thousand questions shot through my head. Was that what I realized earlier and meant by "it goes one step further"? And what would happen if Christina lost? I had no idea. What about Teresa? Yes she was hot and I had lust for her. And that's why I didn't have a bad conscience. But I still assumed that Christina would grab me right away and then go home. I put Teresa out of my mind. I kept looking at the door through which the two of them had gone to their personal hell. My Whisky Cola was empty and I still couldn't get up.
After what felt like an eternity, which was really about 5-10 minutes I guess, the door to the toilets slowly opened again. Christina came out and slowly walked back to the table. The closer she came the more I saw her drawing through what was happening back there. At least that's what her disheveled hair suggested. It must have been a hard walk for her. Right through the middle of the bar and I saw that every one of the patrons was looking at her wordlessly and staring after her.
She took a seat by me. Shocked, I stared at her. I saw a small scratch on her lower lip and her top was torn at the top of her shoulders. It was still holding on to her but you could see it. Her right cheek was flaming red and she was fighting tears. "I hope Teresa is still back there," I wanted to know curiously. I firmly assumed that Christina was the stronger one, so I wanted to build her up a bit and express my pride to her. Then I saw that she couldn't hold back the one or other tear that was rolling down her face.
"No." she stammered "she's just freshening up. She's got me down.". There were more tears now and Christina started to sob. I slid over to her and took her in my arms. She put her face in my shoulder and cried very bitterly for a very short time until she regained her composure. "I am very proud of you!" I stammered. Inside of me, the fact that she lost just blew everything up. It excited me a lot right now.
"I'm going to go now. Going home in a cab." she sobbed. "And you go in the back and pick up your toys for tonight. That was the deal... unfortunately!" Christina started crying again, got up and headed towards the exit. "Don't hurry. Enjoy it!" she threw at me as she turned around again and gave me a snivelling look. "Is there going to be trouble?" was the only thing I idiotically managed to get out. I could tell this stung and hurt her. But I was sure to go along with Teresa. Christina lost, and maybe she learned from that not to play with fire. "No. But come home." she now said goodbye completely and didn't look back either as she strode through the exit.
As Christina sat in the cab, I stepped into the back to check on Teresa. She was still standing at the mirror, her hair now more or less done up and just putting lipstick on her lips. I saw a long scratch on her forehead, and her dress had also gotten a few scratches. "Well, Rumpelstiltskin gone?" she whistled cheerfully to me. "Yes. I guess you didn't get that much?" I inquired. Teresa turned to me, put her hands in my sides and kissed me. "Oh, yes, I did. Almost didn't work out with us. She fought like a lioness for her cub. But let her tell you that herself." she replied. She took me by the hand and asked me to leave with a "I want my sex now!"....
I don't want to go into the sex with her. It was hardly worth it. It was also a rather quick and listless affair on her part. She was only looking for her satisfaction. At three o'clock I opened the apartment door at home and assumed that Christina was already asleep. But that was not the case. Teary-eyed, her makeup all runny, she came up to me and we ended up in a very intimate embrace. Before I knew it, Christina's tongue was in my mouth. "I want you! Now!" she sobbed, getting down on her knees, opening my pants, unwrapping my cock and starting to suck it. This one stood very quickly and so she pulled me into the living room with her and pushed me onto the couch there. "You pig didn't even wash it after you were inside her! He stinks of her!" she stated while taking off her panties. I unabashedly reached between her legs and was surprised at how much she just leaked. Did that make her horny too? "Come put it in! Your used dirty cock." she asked me while kneeling over me and taking her position. Her pussy was so wet and dripping that he just slid in without any further action. She rode me like a berserker. Yes, she really jumped around on me. It also made me really horny and it did not take long until I jacked her up and fired everything deep into her. Just at the moment when I was done it also overcame her. Yes she collapsed downright, again in tears, over me by her orgasm.
We stayed on top of each other and I held her very tightly in my arms. She also made no effort to have my cock out of her. Christina sank her head into my shoulder and I heard her cry. "I love you! And I'm proud of you!" were my comforting words. "I love you too. Very much so." she replied. I hugged her a little tighter and stroked her neck. "Then don't do that in the future, honey!" I whispered while kissing her on the temple. "Why?" asked Christina curtly. "Because it's pretty obvious that you're not well. You're devastated right now. And I don't want that. Fantasies sometimes have to stay fantasies." I answered back.
Christina rose now, supported herself with her hands on the back of the couch and looked at me with her red and teary eyes. Slowly she began to ride my cock rhythmically again.
"But horny you already found it as I easily notice just inside me." I saw her grin slightly again for the first time this evening. I grinned back, leaving it just like that, and grabbed my hands on her hips to brace myself against her with my abdomen. She will have thought her piece. She put her head back to me and as we slowly rode in and increased our pace she made a statement, "You know... it made me horny too!". That thought that the bitch was into you and you weren't averse to her. That jealousy inside me. That hurt that I endured. The humiliation after the beating. My infinite love for you. The knowledge that you were sticking your dick in someone else and that I couldn't do anything about it. To defeat her. She was the stronger and I had to endure that for the hours since I left the bar and couldn't do anything about it. All this leaves me with this emotional chaos of sadness, anger and endless horniness for you. I'm still so jealous of her. But I have you again and realize that it has also made you horny. I sat here all the time feeling weak and worthless. And wondered if you had more fun with her. But right now I feel how much you love me and that you're horny for me."
"I want to do it again, honey!" she confessed to me while pressing her abdomen as hard as she could on my cock. "I don't know what to think about that right now, love. Teresa said it was close?!" was the only thing I could get out. Yes, I too had never been so horny for Christina. But also quite gobsmacked by her confession. She would actually let me fuck other women and also found something for herself. Unbelievable.
"If I hadn't stumbled, it might have turned out differently. But there she had me then. And it hurt a lot I can tell you." she whimpered with horniness and added, "But now fuck me and don't take that bitch's name in your mouth anymore." "Too bad I wasn't there." I remarked smugly, teasing her, as I grabbed her by her ass cheeks and jerked her backwards onto the bed, where I hammered her again. Until it came to me and I injected another full load into her. In her face came back the satisfaction of having made me happy.
"Next time you watch, honey. Surprised me anyway how much you could keep your curiosity in check." remarked half asleep. I just left it at that, put my arm around my wife who I was so proud of, snuggled up close to her and then promptly fell asleep as well.
The sex with Christina was so horny that Teresa was quickly forgotten...
When I woke up the next morning, tenderly caressed on my chest, I looked into Christina's eyes. Her smile revealed that she seemed to be better again. I returned her smile, grabbed her hot ass and wanted to give her a good morning kiss. But Christina held me tenderly by the back of my head and stuck her tongue in my mouth while she sat on me, we didn't have the muse to put on sleeping clothes tonight. Only now did I notice that her breasts were quite affected last night. On the right were two unsightly scratches to see and the left had over the nipple a slightly deeper, which had also probably bled and a bruise. In the face her left cheekbone shimmered quite minimally bluish.
"Someone is horny this morning." I gloated and went back to working on her ass while she slid her wet pussy over my cock and rubbed herself against it. She held her right index finger over my mouth, bent forward down to me and again let her tongue disappear into my mouth. "Do you like to hear it?" she whispered seductively to me. "Hear what?" I asked ignorantly, but already suspecting something. "How I lost you last night? I'd tell you if it turned you on," my wife enlightened me. And I was right in my guess. "Or don't you like it when I lose you?" she echoed.
Suddenly I had the feeling that I had to set something right or rather explain to her what had excited me so much last night: "I love you, darling!" I began as I moved Christina next to me and she now positioned her right thigh between my legs and we lay there, tightly embraced. "You losing made me less aroused and so horny for you," I began my attempt. Careful not to let the mood tip now, I continued, "What moved me most was the fact that you showed me how much you love me. That you stood up for your love and you definitely don't want to share it. That makes you incredibly sexy.". She laid her head on my chest and listened to what I had to say further, "It's not about whether you win or lose. You move, by tolerating my doing, on a very thin line of the feeling world. Your emotional world! And that to the last consequence.". "But of course, it's also very beneficial to the ego when you fight over me. And two courting women always look sexy. So tell me. I'm definitely eager to hear that." I finished, now a bit more brisk and grinning, my views on the subject.
Christina didn't comment on what I had said, but I could feel her pride growing again as a result of my words. She put her right hand on my, still stiff, member and began, without much movement of the same, her narrative.
"Well...there was, thank God, no one in the bathroom when she and I entered and faced each other. She was still trying to placate. She said she wasn't a thief, she just wanted to flirt. And your invitation to do so was just what she needed. But she would pull back, even if she found you quite sweet, for the sake of peace and that here the quite large barrel is not opened. But my intentions were different. I wanted the fight with her. For you! In earlier conversations, when all this was still immature fantasy, I confessed to you that it would turn me on incredibly to see you with another woman. To see you with a woman you like. Who makes you hot. And you would have the free choice. At the beginning of the evening I even offered her to you, because you didn't even realize that she was into you. And then you went to her. And that already excites me a lot. But something sprouted in me, which I didn't know before in relation to you. Jealousy! It became more the more I realized that you are just flirting with each other.
I felt like a fifth wheel. Her hand on your thigh then made me furious. Thoughts spun together in my head. What had I set in motion? Was this what I wanted? You and another in front of my eyes. And then she also makes you hot. And at the same time I was also a bit horny to see that. But I wanted to get one over on her in any case. If she gets you tonight, then she has to earn it. I didn't want to give in without a fight. So it came to that I challenged her on the toilet then. Of course I was aware that I could lose. But I wanted to hurt her. I really felt hatred for her. I wanted to prevent her from getting you. And that was the last way out I saw. "Have it your way, honey! But don't complain if I actually take him tonight. I could really use some good sex." the slut then went for my suggestion."
Christina noticed that her explanations, even her confession, excited me quite a bit and began to let her fingers drive up and down on my cock. Very slowly, very gently to provoke a pulsing of my best piece. Then she continued.
"I then just slapped her in the face. I guess she still didn't think I was serious. it came as a great surprise to her. I took advantage of the moment, the element of surprise, and clawed at her hair with my left hand while continuing to slap with my right. I pulled her down diagonally to be able to slap her face from above. At first, she only held her hands protectively in front of her face. When she then realized that I was actually serious, she then grabbed my hair with both hands and also pulled me a little to the side. I increased in return the number of blows of the slaps and also their firmness. I had now lost all inhibitions and wanted to hurt her. With her left hand she now tried to block my attacks on her face. She managed to grab my free hand and so began between us a scramble for the upper hand. We braced our bodies against each other and each tried to force the other into an advantageous position in space. The pressing against each other went on for what felt like minutes. But even then I was stronger than Teresa. When I had positioned her in front of one of the toilet cabins, I let go of her hair and gave her a push with both hands. She staggered backwards and now landed, sitting, on the toilet. I lurched forward with her as she continued to grab my hair. Now again with both hands while I hit her with both. Sometimes in the face and sometimes on the upper body my hits hit. At the same time I had to press my neck against her hands, which tried to position my head so that I had no more chance to strike. At the same time she started to lift her right leg and kick out. It really hurt at times, even though she had sneakers on. All of a sudden I felt a deep pain on my cheek. The bitch had actually struck with her fist. She got her right foot in front of my stomach and kicked hard. I staggered backwards and got stuck on some stupid stand on the walls of the booth. She basically kicked me back into the room and I landed on my butt. I wasn't that fast when she was already standing in front of me and now grabbed my hair again with both hands and forced me onto all fours. She stood now, with spread legs above me, tore at my hair while I bucked what the stuff held. Every now and then I got a slap from her. "Well, what is it? Are you giving up, cxnt?" she asked, loosening the reins a bit without losing control completely. I saw my chance, turned around, grabbed her hair courageously and pulled her down. I had gained nothing by doing so. She was now sitting on me. I continued to yank on her hair and she, with all her might, let her fingernails pack into my chest. I could have screamed in pain, but I also knew that it would attract attention. So I pulled myself together. We were now staring at each other. Our faces two inches apart. Eye to eye. She squealed and I tore more and more at her hair.
It hurt so much! One bounce from her and I was then checkmate. She grabbed my wrists, pushed them to the ground even though it must have hurt her to get them out of her hair. Then she clamped this under her legs and I experienced my first pin. Her left held my hair and her slaps thundered down on me until I conceded that she had won. She had me by the, ass. And tears welled up in my eyes because I knew I had lost you to her. And she took you away. The bitch demanded it! To tell you to pick her up. She only let up when I assured her that I would tell you. I felt so humiliated. And even worse, you were alone with her tonight. I never wanted it to be like this! And yet I complied. Which made me feel excited and sad and hurt at the same time." Christina finished her summary of last night.
"You know the rest," she added, full of shame.
"Come here! I want to fuck you!" I merely remarked, and as soon as she was sitting on me again, I penetrated her. It didn't take long and I squirted, deep inside her.
"She had really pulled out all the stops to prevent what she wanted to see so badly!" I thought to myself. I didn't understand.
"Do you doubt my love? Do you think you are not enough for me?" I asked her while she stayed on top of me, enjoying my cum along with my cock inside her.
"No, that's not it! But I can't be sure of your love until I lose it once and then rediscover it after you've let off steam. It makes me feel totally great to know that you'll come back to me. I love you very much. And that's why I fought. Even though I never would have thought to go that far." she explained to me. "It made me horny for you! The whole evening! The feeling makes me horny. Why I can't tell you." Christina added.
"And you're sure you want that again?" I asked again to make sure.
"Yes, my darling. Don't ask why. I just want it." replied my wife.
"It seemed to me that it hurt you?!" I replied to Christina.
"Yes! It did! I hate to share you. Because I love you so much. But yesterday, that gave me something I never thought I'd have before. You came back, to your wife who lost. Who lost you in a fight. And you were hornier than ever for her. That alone is worth enduring...! I want nothing more than to experience your love. And after such situation it's just much more intense." she assured me before we made love for the second time that morning.
Oh yes! It made me horny in the consent of my wife to polish up my ego a bit and to enjoy that other women go for me. At the same time, I now knew very well that Christina loved me so much that she would fight for me. The whole situation last night hadn't left me untouched either, so I decided to let it get to that point one more time.
"Is there anything you can't handle at all?" I asked again.
"Just do whatever you feel like doing. No rules. Feel free and enjoy it." Christina whispered to me before kissing me.
"I love you for that, my darling!" I replied before we stayed in bed for a while, cuddling tightly.
