Early one Saturday morning, my wife and I took a drive in the country. I had been under a lot of stress at work recently and was looking forward to relieving some tension by going for a relaxing walk along a scenic lake. There was virtually no traffic on the road that early in the morning, and we were making good time until we got behind a slow female driver. The road was curvy, and there were few opportunities to pass. My wife, Andrea, tried to calm me down as I began yelling futilely at the driver to speed up.
What really infuriated me was that the driver appeared to be texting and was barely paying attention to the road. Finally, we approached a straight section, and I sped up, preparing to pass the slow, distracted driver. Right before the straightaway was an intersection with a flashing yellow caution light. As I waited to clear the intersection before passing, the driver suddenly looked up from her phone and saw the yellow light. Apparently, she panicked, thinking it was a normal traffic light about to turn red, and slammed on her brakes. I slammed on my brakes also but was unable to stop in time.
After we both pulled off to the side of the road, I got out of my car to inspect the damage. Neither vehicle was going very fast at the time of the collision, so the damage was minimal. Still, I was agitated that a careless driver had marred my relaxing afternoon. The driver of the car, a woman in her late teens or early twenties, stomped toward me.
“Where did you learn to drive, you asshole!” She yelled at me. Under different circumstances, I would have found this woman, whom I discovered was named Kaci, to be attractive. She was a petite brunette, barely over 5 feet tall, wearing short shorts and a tank top that revealed a tight little tanned body. In this instance, I found little attractive about her as she verbally assaulted me.
“You have some nerve criticizing my driving skills when you were playing on your phone more than driving.”
“I was not playing on my phone,” she lied.
“You were too. I saw you.”
“Listen, pea-brain, don’t try to weasel out of this. You hit me, and you will pay for the damage.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. There’s no way I’m going to pay for your carelessness.”
“I’m gonna show you some carelessness when I kick your ass!” she threatened. It is irritating when women threaten to attack you, knowing good and well that most men are not going to fight back. I decided to call her bluff.
“Hey, Andrea!” I called to my wife, who was still in the car looking for our insurance information, “This girl wants to talk to you.” Turning back to Kaci, I said, “I bet you won’t talk to my wife like that.” As a guy, I couldn’t give Kaci the ass whipping she deserved, but my wife could.
“I’m not afraid of your skanky ho!” she said as Andrea walked up wearing a sports bra and yoga pants.
“Hey, wait a minute!” Andrea said, a little caught off guard. “You need to watch your mouth.”
“What are you going to do about it?” the brunette asked as she got in Andrea’s face and poked her in the boob. I kind of expected Kaci to be a little intimidated or at least less prone to make threats when face-to-face with my wife. Reluctantly, I had to give the brunette credit for not backing down from my wife, despite being an inch or two shorter and outweighed by 10-15 lbs.
“Get out of my face,” Andrea said as she pushed the girl.
“Yeah, get out of her face!” I echoed.
My wife was not a fighter, but I was proud of how she stood up to the aggressive loudmouth. I was also proud of the way she looked. Although the sports bra had her plump breasts packed in tight, it did show off her flat tummy, and the yoga pants emphasized her shapely, round ass.
My heart began pounding as I watched my wife face off with the arrogant brunette. Other than both women being petite and very attractive, they could not have looked more different. Kaci was a dark-complected brunette and around 20 years old, while Andrea was a fair-complected strawberry blonde and 30 years old. Kaci had the toned body of a former cheerleader, and Andrea had the shapely build of a porn star.
Kaci shoved Andrea back as events began escalating quickly.
“You’re about to get your ass beat!” I yelled at Kaci, hoping Andrea would punch her in her cocky little mouth.
“By who?” Kaci retorted, “I know blondie’s not gonna do it.” With that, she gave Andrea another shove. I was furious and had never wanted to see someone get beaten up so badly in my life.
“Don’t let her get away with pushing you!” I said, “Kick her ass, Andrea!”
“Don’t push me again,” Andrea said. Then Kaci pushed her again.
“That’s it!” I yelled, “No more talking. Kick her ass!”
Andrea had no choice but to teach Kaci a lesson. To show her she had my full support; I gave her a push toward Kaci. When the brunette saw Andrea coming, she punched her in the face, and the fight was on.
“Get her, Andrea! Beat her ass!” I shouted as the two began throwing wild, sloppy punches. It was apparent neither were experienced fighters, but what they lacked in skill they made up for in enthusiasm as they punched and kicked wildly each other.
To my irritation, Andrea allowed Kaci to drive her backward with a barrage of punches to her face. My wife fell back onto the hood of our car, and Kaci began raining blows down upon her. I was very disappointed in my wife’s effort so far. The brunette was more aggressive and landed 3-4 blows for every one of my wife’s attempted punches.
“Don’t let her hit you like that!” I yelled as Andrea’s pretty face was pounded.
Andrea managed to kick her in the thigh, which caused Kaci to stumble back a few steps, but then she lunged back at my wife. The brunette was like a pit bull, relentlessly assaulting my wife. Kaci grabbed the bottom of my wife’s sports bra and flipped it up, allowing her plump boobs to spill out. She slid the bra over Andrea’s face, simultaneously blinding her and restraining her arms. My wife was unable to defend herself, and her shapely body began to take a beating as her tits and midsection were pummeled ferociously. Andrea’s soft body was made for sensual pleasures and not designed to withstand a beating.
After landing dozens of brutal body blows, Kaci slung Andrea by her bra. Luckily for Andrea, she fell out of her bra but landed on the hard asphalt road. Fortunately, no cars were coming. In fact, no cars had come by since we pulled over.
Kaci tossed the sports bra aside and went after my wife, who was on her hands and knees, trying to crawl away. I grimaced in pain as Kaci kicked Andrea in the sides a couple of times and then began to stomp on her. I was starting to think my wife had bit off more than she could handle.
Desperately, Andrea drove her shoulders into Kaci’s knees, knocking her down. My wife jumped on her and landed in a schoolgirl pin position. The brunette was tenacious, though, and managed to prevent Andrea from pinning her arms down. She grabbed Andrea’s hair with one hand and began punching her face. I could not believe my wife was on top and still getting beat up.
Kaci noticed Andrea’s boobs dangling above and decided to attack them. She dug her claws into the soft, delicate mounds and began mauling them. Andrea began to squeal as her plump breasts were tortured.
My wife attempted to retreat, and as she began to stand, Kaci grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants. As Andrea rose, her pants, along with her panties, were pulled down. She tried to run away, but with her pants around her ankles, she tripped and fell.
Andrea managed to kick off her pants and panties, which were binding her ankles and attempted to get up. My wife, now nude except for her sneakers, tried to stand up, but Kaci kicked her hard in the side, knocking her back on the road.
“If you’re not going to pay for the damage to my car, I will beat it out of your wife,” Kaci said as she continued to kick my wife around.
Andrea was taking a tremendous beating, and I could not watch anymore. I did the noble thing and intervened, stepping in between Kaci and Andrea.
“We’re not going to pay you,” I said as I helped Andrea to her feet., “The accident was your fault.”
Arguing with Kaci was infuriating. She was unreasonable and would not take responsibility for her careless driving. It was also a little irritating that my wife, who outweighed the 100-105 lbs. brunette by at least 15 lbs., allowed herself to be beaten, humiliated, and stripped nude.
“If you watched where you were driving, none of this would have happened!” Kaci screeched.
“That’s it,” I turned to Andrea, “Quit messing around and beat her ass,” I said as I slapped her on the toosh.
I had hoped that Andrea, despite being battered and nude, would be motivated to shut Kaci up, but instead, she seemed unprepared to renew the hostilities. Before she could react, Kaci slugged her across the cheek. Andrea staggered backward as the petite brunette began to waylay her with blow after blow. I was embarrassed as the smaller girl dominated my wife.
Kaci blasted my wife’s tummy with an uppercut causing her to bend over. She followed up with another uppercut that slammed into Andrea’s chin. My wife pivoted backward and flew off the road into a drainage ditch. It was flooded from a recent rainstorm, and my wife belly-flopped into the murky water. When my wife did not move, I realized she had been KOd. I quickly reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled her out of the ditch.
As I lay my wife down on the grassy shoulder, I heard Kaci slam her car door shut and start the engine. She was in a hurry to leave, probably afraid she had killed my unconscious wife. Andrea was okay, though, and opened her eyes as Kaci’s car squealed off.
After floating in the rancid ditch water, my wife was too filthy to sit in our car. Fortunately, we had packed a cooler full of water. I grabbed a water bottle and began to pour it over Andrea’s head to clean her off. Her dazed eyes opened wide, and she squealed loudly as the ice-cold water began to trickle down her sexy body.
“Stop! It’s too cold!” She protested.
“Well, you can’t get in the car covered in mud and slime. Next time, you may think twice before starting a fight with a stranger. What were you thinking?”
I used my hands to wipe the muck off my wife’s body. As I caressed her skin, I forgot about how she had embarrassed me in the fight. Instead, I began to enjoy her sensuous body, which was covered in goosebumps from the cold water and cool morning air. The chill was especially noticeable on her erect nipples.
As I stroked her nipples and fondled her body, I became more and more aroused. Unable to resist my carnal urges, I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants.
“Karl… what are you doing?”
I did not answer. Instead, I grabbed her left leg and draped it over my hip.
“No, Karl. Someone may drive by.” I did not care as I slid my cock inside the slit between her legs. Having sex while standing up is not always easy, but, as they say, where there’s a will, there’s a way. While Kaci had pounded the outside of Andrea’s lovely body, I gave her insides a thorough pounding. When it was over, I was fully satisfied and had forgiven her for allowing the smaller woman to kick her ass.
