One evening, my wife and I went out with some friends for drinks. Someone suggested a new place that was trying to get established so it was not too crowded. Neither my wife nor I are big drinkers, but it was fun unwinding after a busy workday. Plus, my wife can be very entertaining when she gets inebriated.
Though only a couple inches over 5 feet, Andrea has a curvy figure, with plump breasts, a narrow waist, and a well-rounded bubble butt. She has shoulder-length blonde hair and the face of a model. We had just returned from a cruise in the Caribbean, and her normally fair skin was a golden tan. She wore a short flowery sundress that showed off plenty of her shapely legs and white sandals with two-inch heels. The dress was held up by two little straps that went over her shoulders, and the top came down low enough to show off the upper portion of her considerable rack. We had been together for ten years and, at 30 years old, I had never seen her look more beautiful.
After a couple of drinks, she has a personality change. Usually a very reserved, sweet, and conservative person, a little alcohol turns her into a flirty, feisty show-off who has to be the center of attention. On this occasion, she had little trouble getting attention as she was the sexiest person in the bar.
As she pranced around the place, the guys could not help staring at her sexily clad body. The females stared too. Some seemed envious of the attention she was receiving, others resentful, but more than one appeared lustful.
I realized one woman was not staring at my wife. In fact, she was staring at me. She was a pretty brunette who was probably the 2nd prettiest woman in the place. Something seemed familiar about her, and I felt like I knew her. Her face was almost as pretty as Andrea’s. She was wearing a short mini-dress and was sitting with her long, lean legs crossed seductively.
The woman was seated with three other women. By the intimate way they were sitting, I would have guessed they were lesbians had it not been for the way the brunette was watching me. Beside the brunette was a petite woman with a purple crew cut and several tattoos on her arms. The other two were blonde, one short and chubby and the other tall and chubby.
Suddenly, I realized who she was and why she was fixated on me. Her name was Jacquie, and we had gone steady for precisely 2 days in our freshmen year of high school. She had been new at our school, and someone told me she had a crush on me. I was a late bloomer and had only had one girlfriend before high school. Jacquie was cute enough, and since there were not a lot of girls chasing me, I agreed to go out with her.
Soon, all of my friends, and some guys I barely knew, told me I was making a big mistake. My friends and I were around 14 or 15 years old, and suddenly the girls in our class were sprouting womanly physiques. Jacquie, like me, a late bloomer, had not sprouted and still had the figure of a young girl. This did not bother me in the slightest since most of the well-endowed girls avoided me like the plague. For some reason, which I still do not understand, my attraction to Jacquie bothered my friends, who urged me to dump her. One held up his pencil, comparing it to Jacquie’s body.
Unfortunately, I was a typical freshman struggling with self-confidence, so I caved into peer pressure and broke up with Jacquie. She began to cry and never spoke to me again. It was one of only 2 times in high school that I made a girl cry. The other time was when I asked Lara Miller out on a date, but I think she only cried because she was laughing so hard.
I wasn’t the only person noticing Jacquie staring. Andrea came and sat down in my lap and said, “If that skanky brunette doesn’t quit staring at you, I may have to kick her tail.” I loved the tipsy feisty Andrea. She could be so sexy. Making sure Jacquie knew I was hers, Andrea placed my hand on her thigh and then planted a kiss on my lips, jamming her tongue into my mouth for good measure.
While I caressed her thigh, I told her who Jacquie was and how I made her cry. This was kind of a mistake as it killed Andrea’s feisty mood. At least momentarily.
“How mean,” Andrea said. “Now I feel sorry for her. I’m going to talk to her.”
Before I could stop her, Andrea was off my lap and headed toward the brunette. She reached her hand out and introduced herself.
“Hi, I’m Andrea. Karl’s wife.” Jacquie turned away and began talking to her friends, ignoring my sweet wife. “Mmmpf,” Andrea grunted in disbelief before walking back to me. Andrea, still the center of attention, was providing fresh drama for our group’s entertainment. She sat back down in my lap.
“That skank just blew me off, and I was trying to be nice to her,” she grumbled, “I really may have to beat her tail.” Then she whispered in my ear, “You would love to see that, wouldn’t you?”
“You know I would,” I said as I resumed caressing her thigh. She grinned and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ve got to go to the ladies’ room. When I get back, if she’s still staring at you, you may get your wish.”
As she walked away, I saw Jacquie walk over to me. The brunette was still skinny, with a small chest and ass, but her long, lean legs were spectacular. Jacquie was several inches taller than Andrea but probably weighed 10 lbs. less due to my wife’s shapely ass and tits. She sat down beside me. Andrea looked back before entering the restroom and saw her sit beside me.
“Karl, it’s been a long time, “she said, “How have you been?” She slid her hands between my legs and stroked my upper thigh as she talked. She grinned triumphantly as she felt my member grow under her caress. Of course, it was already on full alert from Andrea sitting in my lap.
“I… I’ve been okay. How about you?”
“You know that hooker came over and said that she was your wife. I really wish the bouncers would keep them out of here.”
“Actually, she is my-” Suddenly, Andrea appeared, and she looked mad.
“Can I help you?” Andrea hissed.
“Jacquie, this is my…uh… hooker… err… I mean… wife… Andrea,” I stammered excitedly.
“Oh, excuse me,” Jacquie giggled, “I did not realize she was with you.” The brunette stood up and walked back to her group. I’m not sure what she told them, but they all looked at Andrea and laughed.
Andrea sat back down in my lap and said, “You made her cry when she was a kid. Now I’m about to make her cry as an adult.”
Andrea was furious and now had a crowd around her egging her on. Most of them were our friends, but some in the group were horny strangers that had been leering at her all night.
“What do you think, honey?” she asked, “Should I go fight her.”
Normally, I would have tried to de-escalate the situation. After all, we were adults, and adults don’t start fights, but I was more than a little inebriated and horny. “I think you should beat her ass.”
She grinned and walked over toward Jacquie. On her way, she picked up a shot glass of whiskey off a table. Watching her sexy ass saunter across the bar, I thought I was about to cream my pants. I was so aroused and began to think about what a lucky guy I was since I knew I was going to have sex with her tonight. When she approached Jacquie, she splashed the whiskey in her face.
“Stay away from my man!” She threatened.
“You bitch!” Jacquie hissed as she leaped at my beautiful wife. Her suddenness caught Andrea off guard, and she grabbed a handful of my wife’s blonde hair and began whipping her around the room. Andrea’s sandals went flying, and she fell to her knees. Still holding Andrea’s hair with her left hand, Jacquie began throwing uppercuts at my wife’s adorable face. After getting pummeled by several blows, Andrea struggled to her feet.
As my wife rose, Jacquie threw a couple more uppercuts that slammed against Andrea’s bladder, which she did not have time to expel before the fight, and soon pee was trickling down her thighs. Jacquie’s friends began to laugh and point, ensuring the whole crowd saw Andrea’s tanned legs glistening with her own urine. My humiliated wife continued to take a beating as Jacquie relentlessly pounded her face and body.
Andrea finally got a break when Jacquie, still wearing high heels, stumbled and fell. My wife seized the opportunity and dived on top. She pinned the brunette down and began slapping at her face. Jacquie grabbed Andrea’s wrists and flipped her off, and the two began rolling around the floor.
The 2 women looked sexy, grappling on the floor with Jacquie’s long, lean legs and Andrea’s shorter but shapelier legs tangled together. Their dresses had ridden up, displaying their sexy asses. Andrea wore white bikini panties that barely contained her well-rounded ass, while Jacquie wore a black thong.
Jacquie had a decent body. She had a flat-toned stomach and a tight little ass, but her legs were the only part of her that was truly special. On the other hand, Andrea had the shapely body of a porn star. Unfortunately for her, but fortunately for everyone watching, her little sundress was not designed for fighting. It was gradually ripped to shreds, revealing more and more of Andrea’s sexy curves.
After a minute of rolling on the floor, Jacquie’s dress had a few rips, while Andrea’s dress was in pieces on the floor, leaving her fighting in her bra and panties. Her little half-bra was designed to push up her lush tits but not support them in a fight, and the plump mounds quickly jiggled out. Even though Andrea’s clothes were not faring well, she still looked incredibly hot on the floor.
The two rose to their knees and grabbed each other’s hair. Both girls began to squeal as their hair was tugged and pulled from their scalps. Andrea cocked back her right hand and punched Jacquie’s head. Jacquie followed Andrea’s lead and did the same. Both girls maintained their grips on each other’s hair with one hand and began punching wildly with the other.
While Andrea struggled to throw an effective punch, Jacquie began consistently landing her blows. After receiving several hard fists to her angelic face, I noticed my wife’s left eye beginning to look puffy, and a trickle of blood was coming from her nose. Things were clearly not going my wife’s way as she raised her hands to shield her face from Jacquie’s blows. Undeterred, the brunette began targeting my wife’s boobs and tummy. After several hard shots to her magnificent breasts, I heard what appeared to be sobbing.
“Hey, the bitch is crying!” One of Jacquie’s blonde friends exclaimed. Her friends, and some of ours, began laughing as my wife began to cry louder.
“Please… please… no more! You win!” Andrea bellowed.
“I’m just getting started!” Jacquie said with a laugh and continued to pummel Andrea with her fists.
I couldn’t stand there and watch my wife be humiliated anymore and decided it was time to stop the fight. When I tried to separate them, the onlookers began booing me and telling me to stay out of it. Suddenly two guys grabbed me and pulled me away. They were the enormous bouncers.
“Sir,” one of them said politely but firmly, “You need to stay out of it.” I doubt I could have taken on one of the bouncers, much less both of them, so Andrea was on her own.
Jacquie began to have fun, knowing that my wife was beaten. She dug her claws into my wife’s lovely breasts and mauled them, twisting, pulling, and clawing the luscious mounds. Jacquie started savagely punching my wife’s face when she lowered her hands to defend her breasts. Beaten into a daze, Andrea collapsed backward.
Jacquie stood up and commenced kicking my wife, drilling Andrea’s sweet body with her pointed-toe heels, which were still strapped to her ankles. My wife curled up into a fetal position and began to bawl louder.
“Please… please… I’m begging you… stop it!”
Jacquie just grinned, grabbed a handful of blond hair, and lifted my wife into a sitting position. She looked down at Andrea, whose tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing messily with her makeup and blood. Jacquie laughed sadistically at the havoc she had wreaked on my wife’s gorgeous face. Then she looked at my wife’s soiled panties and laughed some more. She walked over to a table and picked up a pitcher of beer.
“How about we wash some of that piss off you,” Jacquie said as she poured the pitcher over Andrea’s head. My wife looked pitiful and gorgeous simultaneously, drenched in beer, her honey-colored skin glistening under the dim lighting. Then Jacquie leaned over and took Andrea’s chin in her hand. “When you marched over to me, I thought you might be tough. Boy, was I wrong.” Then she turned to her friends, “Let’s get another pitcher sent to our table. I’ve worked up a thirst.”
She started to walk away, then stopped and looked back down at Andrea, who was still kneeling. “Oh hell, I can’t resist one more.” Then she punched Andrea on the cheek. My wife spun around and landed face first, her shapely butt sticking in the air.
“Good news,” Jacquie’s tall, chubby friend named Brigitte said, “The bouncers said we could have the VIP area.” The VIP area was a corner of the bar with a big table that was roped off.
I reached down and helped Andrea up. She looked groggy, and her legs were too wobbly to support her. A couple named Garrick and Hannah gathered around to offer their help. As I held Andrea, Hannah tucked my wife’s boobs back in her bra. Garrick made himself useful by straightening Andrea’s panties, which had gotten twisted sideways.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Andrea’s hair and ripped her away from us.
“We’re not through with you yet,” Carli, the girl with the purple-haired crew cut, said. She was smaller than Andrea, but I noticed her arms were muscular. My wife was too dazed to resist. “Let’s keep her around for entertainment,” Carli said as she tossed Andrea into the VIP area.
I followed them and tried to retrieve my wife, but one of the big bouncers stopped me from entering. I could only sit down and watch my wife from a distance.
“Ooh, don’t put her on me,” Brigitte said as she pushed Andrea onto the floor, “She’s all sticky and smells like beer and piss.”
“Yeah, but she’s still kind of cute,” Sydney, the short blonde, said sweetly. She helped Andrea up to her knees and brushed the beer-soaked hair out of her face. Although Sydney was chubby, she had an adorable face and big boobs. “I’ve got a great idea. Let’s have precious here dance for us.”
“That’s a great idea,” Carli said as she grabbed Andrea’s arms and jerked her to her feet, “Dance bitch.”
“No,” Andrea whimpered, “I want to go home.”
“Well, you’re not going home. So dance,” Carli ordered.
Andrea still refused, so Carli tossed her over Jacquie’s lap. All four took turns spanking my wife’s ass. As I mentioned, my wife has a perfectly round bubble butt, and she loves it when I spank it while we’re having sex. However, Andrea did not enjoy this spanking as her shapely booty took a brutal beating.
The crowd in the bar loved it, as my wife was still providing entertainment for them. They commented gleefully about how sexy her ass looked being spanked and how funny she looked, futilely kicking her legs up and down. Many even seemed amused when she started crying again.
“Please… please stop! You’re hurting me!” Andrea sobbed.
“Are you ready to dance?” Jacquie asked. When Andrea hesitated, Jacquie slammed her hand down on Andrea’s soft tooshie.
“Okay, okay, I’ll do anything!” Andrea squealed, “Just don’t spank me anymore.”
Andrea stood up and prepared to dance, but Jacquie stopped her. “No. I want you to dance on top of the table. That way, everyone can see you.”
Andrea had no choice but to comply, so she climbed onto the table. My wife is not a great dancer, and her legs were still shaky from getting beat up, but she did not want to be spanked anymore, so she tried her best. Unfortunately, her best was not very good, and some in the crowd started getting bored and returned to their tables. Jacquie and her friends started getting irritated by Andrea’s poor showing. They threatened to spank her some more if she didn’t do better.
Andrea was desperate and knew she had to step up her performance. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let her boobs spill out. Then my wife gently kneaded and stroked her own breasts, much to the delight of the whole bar. Next, she reached down and grabbed the waistband of her panties. She bent over as she slid them down her legs, showing off her impressive ass. I got a glimpse of the pink crevice between her thighs and so wanted to slide my cock inside it.
Now completely nude, she slid her hands along her shapely body and shook her ass at the crowd. She may not have been a great dancer, but she made up for her lack of skills by emphasizing her tits and ass. The crowd loved it, but after several minutes, horny men started leading their wives out, seemingly in a hurry to get home.
“Get down,” Carli ordered, and Andrea obediently stepped off the table. Carli slid her hands up Jacquie’s skirt and pulled her panties down. Then she grabbed Andrea’s head and shoved it between Jacquie’s thighs. “Eat, bitch.”
Andrea looked mortified at the thought of diving into Jacquie’s pussy, but she had no choice. She buried her face in the brunette’s crotch and did what she had to. By the time Jacquie had an orgasm, Brigitte had her panties off and was ready for my wife to eat her pussy. As my wife was passed around, Jacquie motioned for me to join them. With her permission, the bouncer allowed me into the VIP area on the condition that I did not cause any trouble.
When I sat beside Jacquie, the brunette placed my hand on her thigh. Not wanting to antagonize her, I reluctantly caressed my ex-girlfriend’s leg as I watched Andrea chow down on Sydney. My wife looked helpless, kneeling on the floor, her face sandwiched between the blonde’s chubby thighs.
After being satisfied by my wife, Carli, Brigitte, and Sydney became more subdued and allowed me to help Andrea up off the floor. She sat down between me and Jacquie. I leaned over and gave her a kiss. Her mouth tasted like pussy.
Then Jacquie grabbed Andrea’s head and kissed her sliding her tongue down my wife’s throat. Andrea docilely allowed Jacquie to fondle her boobs as they kissed. The brunette momentarily broke their embrace as her tongue slid out and hungrily licked Andrea’s lips before jamming it back in her mouth.
For the next 15-20 minutes, Jacquie and I took turns kissing and fondling my wife. Despite the circumstances, I enjoyed sharing my wife with my former girlfriend. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
Carli, getting bored and restless, yanked Andrea out of my lap. She and the two plump blondes began passing Andrea around, taking turns molesting her and forcing beer down her throat. They started laughing and ridiculing my intoxicated wife as she struggled to remain upright. When my wife passed out, they dumped her onto the floor.
With their entertainment unconscious, the ladies paid their bar tab and prepared to leave.
As Jacquie stood up, she turned to me and said, “I always hoped I would get a chance to show you what a mistake you made when you dumped me. When I saw your wife tonight, I knew I had a chance to prove who the better woman was. Just think, you could have me instead of that slut. I will say this for your little wimp, she’s great at eating pussy. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
As she walked away, I wanted to tell her that she will never be half the woman Andrea is, but I was afraid that would only incite her to commit more violence upon Andrea’s precious body. My wife was willing to fight for me. Even though she was beaten and left on the floor soaked in beer and with a face smeared with cum, I had never loved her more.
I picked up her naked body and walked outside. She moaned a little when the night air hit her bare flesh, but she never woke up. When we got home, I cleaned her up and put her to bed. The following day, she woke up with a pounding headache, wondering why she had a black eye and was covered in cuts and bruises. I told her the truth. She had been in a bar fight with Jacquie. I did not tell her that she got her ass beat, peed on herself, cried like a baby, danced naked, and was used as a sex toy. I gave her the impression that the fight was a draw. So far, our friends have had the decency not to mention the humiliating fight to anyone. Most of them were so drunk it is probably a blur anyways. As for me, I remember it well, thanks to the surveillance video the bar gave me under the condition that we would not sue them.
