Chapter 1
I wanted to kill Mona Mulligan. I wanted to fuck Mona Mulligan.
I wanted to scratch Mona Mulligan’s face. I also wanted to lick Mona Mulligan’s cxnt.
I am Nora Noorigan.
Mona is my in-law. Her son Woody married my second daughter Sherri.
Anyway, this story is not about my daughter or Mona’s son. Trust me, they are not even bit players in this story.
The story you’re about to read is about Mona Mulligan and me Nora Noorigan. It will involve my husband Tom Noorigan who has an important supporting role.
But it will mostly be centered around Mona and me. Our relationship. Our rivalry. Our beef.
I first met Mona at my daughter’s wedding.
Tom and I drove down from Florida for the wedding which was at a ranch in rural Georgia. There weren’t too many people at the wedding. Less than twenty if I remember correctly.
The ranch belonged to Mona’s husband who had kicked the bucket a couple of years ago. Mona inherited the ranch, which had now been converted into a hotel. She had agreed to host both the pre-wedding party as well as the wedding at the ranch style hotel.
My first encounter with Mona was in the ranch’s parking lot. Tom and I were taking the luggage out of our car’s trunk when I heard somebody approach us from behind.
I turned around and I must admit I was quite taken in by Mona at first sight. Lust at first sight? Hate at first sight? Love at first sight? I think it was a mix of all three.
Mona wore a sleeveless red shirt that was real tight, and her huge boobs protruded against the shirt like two mountains. I could not help but check Mona out. Her arms were fleshy, milk-white colored and beautiful. This was a farmer woman who did not miss her steak and eggs.
I felt Mona checking me out as well. I wore a sleeveless cotton white shirt, and I have no shame in admitting that my boobs were as large as Mona’s. Modesty was never one of my strengths.
“Howdy”, said Mona in a feisty voice.
“Howdy”, I replied in an equally feisty voice.
I could tell from Mona’s body language that she was a competitive woman.
Then I saw Mona’s eyes run over my husband Tom. Tom is a tall, slim and muscular man.
Tom had unloaded the luggage and stepped towards Mona and me.
“Howdy there”, said Mona to Tom, checking him out.
“Howdy to you. Nice to meet you”, said Tom, in a hearty voice. Tom liked well-endowed women like Mona.
“Damn, you’re one tall man, Tom”, said Mona, flirtatiously.
“Everyone tells me that. The air up here is sweet allright”, said Tom, in an equally flirtatious voice.
“Hahaha”, cackled Mona.
I glared at her. She looked competitively at me before turning her attention back to Tom.
“Sherri had told me that her dad was big and strong and did all the work around the house”, said Mona, looking at Tom’s muscular arms.
“Well, I like to keep myself fit and busy. None of that computer shit for me”, said Tom, reveling in the compliment. He was eyeing Mona too, his eyes running up and down her fleshy figure.
I wanted to step between them and slap Mona. But it was my child’s wedding and Mona was to be her mother-in-law. I knew I had to keep my temper in check.
I just glared at Mona.
“I like men who lift things with their hands and are out there in the hot sun. I can tell from your figure that you’re a real man, Tom”, said Mona, ignoring me and continuing her shameless flirting with my husband.
I felt my nipples turn hard.
Mona seemed to be in her mid-forties, around the same age as me. The age where it would get harder for a woman to find a man. The age where a woman might have to move in on another woman’s man.
“I sure do a lot of lifting allright. And it aint just things that I life. I like lifting women in my hands too. Right, Nora?”, said Tom, guffawing like a jackass, flirting shamelessly with this woman, right in front of me and in fact pulling me into a sexual triangle.
“That’s right. Tom sure is a strong man and likes to lift and carry me around all the damn time”, I said in a sarcastic voice, pushing my breast up at Mona.
“Is that so? Well, I sure haven’t been lifted and carried around ever since my husband Manny died”, said Mona in a fake forlorn voice.
“You mean you’re single?”, I asked in a taunting voice.
It hit Mona like a slap. Her face turned red.
“Single and free to mingle”, Mona retorted in a low growl. And she raised her breasts up at me. We stood around three feet away from each other, with our protruding breasts raised high up, pointing at each other.
Mona had a distinctly fierce and competitive expression on her face now.
I saw Tom looking at Mona and me trying to stare each other down with a smile on his face.
“’We’ve had a long drive, Mona. Do you mind showing us to our room?”, asked Tom politely.
Mona did not reply immediately. We continued to stare at each other and point our mammaries at each other before Mona turned back to Tom with a smile on her face.
“Sure thing, Tom. You both follow me”, said Mona and then she gave me another harsh stare and turned around and walked towards the large ranch, shaking her butt at me.
I knew she was putting on a show not just for Tom, but also for me.
I realized it could be an interesting weekend.
I was just about to tussle with my daughter’s mother-in-law. I felt an itch rise in my cxnt. I looked forward to it as I picked up my bag and Tom and I followed Mona.
I looked on at Mona’s wonderful swinging buttocks as I followed her. I wanted to give her gorgeous butt a nice stinging pinch and then a slap.
Chapter 2
Mona took us to the first floor where my daughter Sherri and Woody (Mona’s son), the man she was about to marry were waiting for us.
There were hugs and kisses, but I kept glancing at Mona, and she was also eyeing me in a competitive manner.
The usual pleasantries were exchanged. Then Woody looked at me and back at his mother and exclaimed.
“Nora, you and my mum Mona look so alike”, said Woody in a wondrous voice. He was a short chubby man who worked in an insurance company.
“Yeah?”, I said nonchalantly and looked over at Mona. Our eyes met.
“Woody is right. We were telling each other how much you guys resemble each other”, said my daughter Sherri, joining Woody in comparing me with Mona.
I had to work hard not to gulp, and I hoped my blush would not be noticed. Even Mona looked a bit embarrassed by the comparison.
“Why don’t you both stand side by side, so that we can take a look at you both”, said Sherri excitedly.
“Oh come on now, Sherri. Mona here must be tired”, I said politely.
“Oh not at all. Let us do what our kids want us to do, Nora”, said Mona and she walked towards me and stood beside me.
Not only did Mona stand beside me, but she threw an arm around me and the sides of our breasts touched. I felt myself shiver at the touch of Mona’s breast against mine.
I did not want to come across as shy, so I also threw an arm around Mona and pulled her towards me and the sides of our breasts rubbed against each other again.
Mona smelled good, a strong perfume with just a hint of a sweaty smell. I like the smell of other women’s sweat so I must admit that I reveled in her aroma as we stood close together, with our arms around each other.
“I am going to click a photo of you both together”, said Woody and he ran out of the room quickly.
Mona did not let go of me and I did not let go of Mona either. We just stood there, one arm around each other as we waited for Woody to return with his camera.
“You both look like twins. Don’t they dad?”, gushed my daughter Sherri and she turned towards Tom for confirmation.
“Their mammaries sure look like twins allright”, said Tom, winking at me.
“Daaaaaddddd”, scolded Sherri, trying to sound offended but she must have noticed the fact that Mona and I had large identical protruding pairs of boobs. They were hard to miss.
“Don’t mind Tom. He is a lecherous son of a bitch”, I told Mona, still reveling in her perfume, her body aroma and the sideways rubbing between our breasts.
“Oh. I don’t mind at all. I ain’t no nun, Nora”, said Mona competitively.
“I didn’t say you were one, Mona”, I retorted.
We looked into each other’s eyes. Our faces were inches apart. If there wasn’t anyone else in the room, I might have pushed my luck and pecked at Mona’s lips with my own lips, pried them open and stuck my tongue into her mouth. I am a sexually aggressive woman and am not used to wasting time on pleasantries.
Woody returned with his camera just then. Mona and I turned back to the admiring crowd of three.
“Why don’t the two of you move closer to each other”, said Woody, bringing the camera up to his face.
I placed my hand over Mona’s bare arm, bringing her close to me. Mona also did the same, placing a hand around my arm and hugging me closer towards hers.
The sides of our breasts were plastered to each other now.
I shivered at Mona’s touch on my arm, and I sensed that Mona was also overwhelmed at my hand on her arm.
Woody clicked a photo of us. I did not want to let go of Mona because I was enjoying our breasts being plastered to each other, the feel of her flesh under my hand and her hand on the flesh of my arm.
“Hold that pose, I am going to click one more photograph of you both together”, said Woody.
I gladly held onto Mona and Mona to me.
Woody clicked one more photograph.
I felt Mona let go of me after Woody clicked the photograph. I wished I could hold onto her a little longer.
“You guys look like twins allright”, said Woody admiringly.
“That’s what I was just telling them”, said Sherri.
Tom did not respond with a comment on our boobs.
“We will let you guys get some rest and get ready for the evening”, said Woody and him and Sherri walked towards the door of our room.
Tom was moving the luggage in when Mona placed a hand on my boob and groped it.
“See you in the evening”, said Mona. She winked at me and walked towards the room and was gone before I could protest.
I felt my nipples turn erect under my cotton shirt.
Chapter 3
I dressed in a tight sleeveless vest that showed off my beautiful arms and a rather skimpy denim shorts that clung to my groin and showed off my fleshy thighs. I added leather boots to go with my skimpy dress.
Sure it was my daughter’s wedding, but I knew Mona and I would tangle that evening, and I had to be ready.
It was an elegant function. Mona was a gracious host. The food and drink for the guests were plentiful. There was roasted rabbit, grilled salmon, fried chicken and steak. The bar was lined up with all kinds of alcohol.
I sensed a bit of chemistry between Mona and me as soon as the function began. We were both around the same height.
Both of us were dressed in a sheer top, denim shorts and leather boots!
Mona was well endowed. Nice knockers. Shapely butt. Thick legs.
Everything was going fine until Mona began to hit on my husband Tom again.
I didn’t mind it all that much. Look, I’m no possessive wife. I know Tom sleeps around a bit. So do I. I saw Mona, dressed in her denim shorts and a sheer red top, dancing closely with Tom to Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire”. Tom had one hand on Mona’s butt and a martini in his other hand.
I wasn’t embarrassed or anything. My daughter Sherri, who saw what was going on, rolled her eyes at me. I winked back at her, assuring her that I wouldn’t make a scene. It was my daughter’s wedding after all.
We were all really drunk.
I ignored Tom and Mona and slammed down a couple of whiskeys and flirted with the chubby female bartender. Yes, I am into women too. The female bartender was game, and I bought her a drink. She was leaning against her side of the bar, and our faces were pretty close to each other. She had a pleasant, freckled face and her name was Louann.
I checked on Tom and Mona in between flirting with Louann.
When I turned around for the third time, Tom and Mona were gone. I didn’t panic or anything. Tom liked to run wild around town and across states. He could at least have behaved himself at his daughter’s wedding. Though Mona was to blame too. It was her son’s wedding and here she was hitting on his father-in-law. That too when me, the mother-in-law, was around.
I went back to flirting with Louann. My daughter, the man who was to become her husband and their friends were on the dance floor, completely drunk, dancing to ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man”.
Everybody was minding their own business.
I looked around the dance floor for Tom and Mona. Had they gone up to our room? Then I saw them come out of the corner of the dance floor where the men’s toilets were. They were walking towards the bar where I stood with Louann.
Damn! Had they fucked each other in the toilet? Now I don’t mind Tom close dancing with another woman in front of me. But fucking another woman right under my nose that too on our daughter’s pre-wedding party. That was in another fucking ballpark.
They – my husband and Mona came up to the bar. Louann moved away from me and asked them what they wanted. The two of them had their arms around each other and had not noticed me standing at the bar.
“Having fun, Tom?”, I called out to my husband as he groped Mona’s buttock.
Tom looked towards me with his red sloshed face.
“Noraaaa …..”, he said, without a hint of guilt.
Mona looked towards me. I looked towards her. Our eyes met. Mona had not noticed me either.
“Nora ….. meet Mona. Mona ….. this is my wife Nora”, said Tom. His voice was slurry. He could barely stand at the bar.
Tom had forgotten that Mona and I had clicked a photograph together, earlier that day. That’s how drunk he was.
I moved toward them. I looked at Mona. She was not as drunk as Tom.
“Hi Mona”, I said coolly.
“Hi Nora”, she responded immediately without hesitating.
As if we were meeting each other for the first time. She was acting like she hadn’t groped my right boob right after we had clicked a photograph together.
Mona did not look like she was sorry for me or anything. I fixed her with a bit of a tough stare. She stared right back at me. I realized Mona was not an easy nut to crack. But I had sent a message across to her that I was not too happy with the situation.
“You took my husband to the toilet to make him pee?”, I asked in a sarcastic voice.
That hit her where it hurt. Mona looked a bit stunned. Tom was too drunk and just kept looking from me to Mona and back, barely registering what we were saying to each other.
“Well, he did more than pee in there”, said Mona, in an offended voice.
Louann placed their drinks on the bar. Tom gulped down his drink quickly. Mona and I kept staring at each other.
Then my daughter, and her man and their friends stopped dancing and came over to the bar.
I looked away from Mona, she looked away from me and happy chatter surrounded the bar.
Chapter 4
Tom was so drunk that I had a tough time taking him back to our room on the first floor. Mona had ignored Tom after our little exchange at the bar. If she wanted a little brawl, I would have been game because I was pretty drunk myself.
Anyway, I threw Tom onto the bed. Not even a nuclear explosion would wake up Tom. He was snoring like an old man.
I took off my top and denim shorts and was about to jump into bed beside Tom when there was a pretty loud knock on the door.
It must have been past 12 am and I wondered who it was as I walked towards the door to open it.
There was another loud knock as I reached the door.
I opened the door slowly. My head was swimming from all the alcohol that I had downed, and I was vaguely aware that I was in my bra and panties.
It was Mona. She stood there with her large boobs protruding challengingly in front of me and her hands on her ample hips.
I opened the door completely and revealed my scantily clad figure to her. I did not want to seem like a mousy woman in front of the woman who had stolen my husband from me, maybe even mounted his dick in the men’s toilet that night.
Mona’s eyes went up and down my semi-naked figure. There was a hungry smile on her face as she looked me over. Mona looked really drunk. I could smell alcohol on her breath.
“My son sent me up here to apologize to you for hitting on your husband”, said Mona, in a drunk voice that did not sound very apologetic. Her eyes continued to undress me as she spoke.
“Oh”, I said, taken aback. I was enjoying Mona being enamored by me and undressing me with her red punch-drunk eyes.
Mona was looking me over lasciviously. I was also checking Mona out as we stood on either side of the doorway. I was leaning against the door.
Mona placed a hand on the wall and leaned towards me. Mona’s bra straps were visible because her top was all unkempt and was hanging really low, showing off a lot of her breasts. There were red freckles all over the flesh of the top of Mona’s breasts. There was sweat all over Mona’s face. I could smell her body aroma once again. She smelled heavenly. Mona’s body aroma was a mix of whiskey, sweat and some luxurious perfume.
I saw Mona’s armpit and it wasn’t shaved.
“Like what you see, Nora?”, asked Mona in a flirtatious voice.
I liked what I saw of Mona allright.
“You’re one big mass of flesh, Mona. I bet you eat a whole cow everyday”, I said, not in a malicious voice.
I was a bit aroused as we stood here, flirting with each other.
“Hahahahaha! I could say the same about you, Nora. You’re one fleshy woman. A tiger could live a whole month if it ever got hold of you in a forest”, said Mona in her drunken slurry voice.
“Now that’s a strange way to compliment a woman. But I’ll take it”, I said. I closed the door behind me and stepped out into the hotel corridor, closing the distance between Mona and me.
Mona was a bit taken aback by my closing the door and stepping out into the corridor. She took a step back from me.
The corridor was dimly lit with lamps at the top of every door, like in a noir film. The floor was carpeted in a rich red.
Mona and I stood facing each other in the corridor, our bodies inches apart.
“You fuck my husband in the men’s toilet, Mona?”, I asked Mona, in a half-serious, half flirtatious voice. I did not feel any animosity towards her. But there was still a sense of competition towards Mona, mixed with sexual attraction for her fleshy body.
Mona eyed me feistily with a hint of a competition on her sweat drenched face.
“Yeah, I fucked your husband in the men’s toilet, Nora”, said Mona without a hint of guilt in her voice.
I was a bit taken aback but also impressed by her honesty.
I took a step forward and kissed Mona on the mouth. I was enveloped by her body aroma as I grabbed her fleshy body and pressed my lips onto her lips. I tasted her lipstick.
Mona opened her mouth a few moments after I pressed my lips against hers and our tongues met. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine. There was a naughty smile on Mona’s face as she threw her arms around my waist, and we gripped each other’s bodies tightly.
Our large breasts pummeled each other as we kissed. I pushed Mona backwards and leant her against the wall of the corridor.
We did not break free from our kissing as our fleshy bodies jousted and adjusted to each other.
Mona slapped at my butt before grabbing a hold of my fleshy butt and digging her nails into it. I returned the favor, slapping her butt and then grabbing a hold of her ample buttocks.
We blew hot whiskey breaths into each other’s faces as we kissed with our mouths and jousted with our breasts in the dimly lit corridor.
“Wanna titfight me, Nora?”, asked Mona, her face was a picture of sexual arousal.
“Sure Mona, I will titfight you”, I breathed into her face.
“Take off your brassiere and I will take off my mine”, Mona breathed back into my face.
We separated quickly. I unhooked my brassiere and let it fall onto the floor. Mona tore off her top in a hurry and then easily unhooked her brassiere and let it fall onto the floor.
We looked down hungrily at each other’s breasts. Even in my state of extreme drunkenness, I could tell that Mona’s milk-white boobs were special , with the fleshy edges bestowing a nice round shape to it.
Our large breasts were inches away from each other. Both our nipples were red and erect.
We grabbed each other in a sexually frenzied manner.
Our kids were getting married the next day and here we were, us two mothers-in-law’s titfighting each other in the hotel corridor.
“So did you mount Tom’s cock?”, I asked Mona as I slammed my boobs into her boobs.
“I did more than mount it, Nora. I put your husband’s cock into my mouth and made him ejaculate. Tasted some of his semen too”, said Mona as she slammed her boobs back into my boobs.
I strengthened my grip around her waist. She returned the favor, strengthening her grip around my wait.
We gasped as our breasts battered each other. The feel of my mounds of flesh rubbing against her mounds of flesh sent bolts of electricity surging through my body. I shivered in Mona’s arms and she in mine.
Mona pressed her mouth onto mine and we resumed our furious kissing.
We let out gasps as our nipples rubbed against each other.
“Hands off my husband’s cock you bitch”, I snarled into her face as our titfighting grew intense.
“I already had my hands on his cock, slut. I know I will have your husband’s cock in my hand again in the future”, Mona snarled back challengingly into my face.
I understood what was going on. We were both using our rivalry over Tom’s cock as a fuel for our own sexual rivalry.
We were both stirring the pot, egging each other on, both physically as well as sexually.
I kissed her fiercely and she kissed back with the same degree of fierceness. Mona was a woman who did not believe in giving an inch.
I was just about to tear off her pantie when I heard a commotion in the corridor. Both Mona and I turned to where the noises were coming from.
The rest of the marriage party led by our kids were walking down the corridor, coming towards us. They would lay their eyes on us at any moment. Their mothers standing semi-naked with each other in the corridor, a day before their wedding.
I knew what I had to do.
I grabbed Mona by her arm, threw open the bedroom door with my other arm, pulled Mona in with me into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind us.
We stood with our arms around us in the dark of the bedroom. Tom snores were the only sound in the bedroom, though I thought I could hear the very faint sound of Mona’s beating heart.
Then our kids and friends noisily passed down the corridor and loudly entered their rooms. We heard doors being opened and closed.
Despite my drunkenness, I remembered that Mona and I had left our brassieres out in the corridor.
Mona and I stared intensely into each other’s eyes in the darkness of the room. Our nipples would rub occasionally as we held each other, and we would shiver in each other’s arms.
It must have taken at least five minutes for our kids and their friends to settle down into their rooms before the quiet returned to the corridor and the room. I figured even the rest of the marriage party were stone drunk and wouldn’t notice two brassieres in the corridor when they walked past. Even if they did, I was too sexually aroused to care.
But the shock of almost being discovered semi-naked in the corridor by our kids and their friends had bestowed a semblance of sobriety into Mona and me.
“I better leave”, whispered Mona, disentangling herself from me.
I grabbed at her.
“But why?”, I asked, feistily.
“It is our kid’s wedding in the morning for fucks sake”, said Mona, giggling.
“So, fucking what? You ain’t going nowhere so late in the night, Mona”, I said insistently, placing a hand on her ample hip.
“Oh yeah? What you got in mind, Nora?”, she asked naughtily. Mona knew exactly what I had in mind for the two of us.
I unzipped Mona’s denim shorts and let it fall onto the floor. Then I pulled at Mona’s pantie and tore it off her groin. Mona gasped. She stood naked in front of me, a coy smile on her face.
Then I felt Mona pulling at my pantie. She tore my pantie off my groin like I had done to hers a moment ago.
We grabbed each other again and walked towards the bed on which Tom was snoring loudly.
We jumped into bed together. Tom did not wake up.
Mona and I embraced, and we fastened our cxnts against each other without wasting anymore time.
Chapter 5
I woke up with my face buried in Mona’s pussy. I could smell Mona’s cum all over my face. I dislodged my face from Mona’s pussy and realized that Mona’s face was buried in my pussy.
As I tried to extricate my pussy from the weight of Mona’s face, I could feel Mona stirring. The two us were awake in no time.
We sat up on the bed facing each other. Our faces smelled of each other’s cum and groin sweat.
Tom was still snoring in the same position he had gone to sleep in yesterday, completely unaware of our erotic exertions on the bed beside him.
I helped Mona dress quickly. She had to go down for the wedding preparations. We kissed ferociously while tweaking each other’s nipples near the door before Mona disappeared down the corridor.
I went to the toilet and checked my face. There was Mona’s lipstick all over my face. I could see and smell her drying cum across the bridge of my nose and above my lips. I licked at the remnants of Mona’s cum off my face and gulped it down.
I smelled my arms and my armpits inside the toilet. I could smell Mona all over me.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth and went back into the bedroom and woke Tom up.
The wedding was scheduled for 12:30 pm and it was already well past 9 in the morning.
Tom acted like nothing had happened the previous night as we both got dressed for the wedding. I let him off the hook.
Tom and I got dressed and took the lift down to the hall, which was opposite the bar we had danced in, the previous night. We told each other that Mona might need our help.
The fact that Mona and I had fucked each other the previous night took away some of the humiliation that I had suffered at Mona’s hands. I was cucqueen to Mona. She had taken my husband. She had mounted his cock. Tasted his semen. But I had sort of got even because I had seduced Mona and got her to jump naked into bed with me.
Some of the wedding guests, including Mona’s son, my new son-in-law, were already in the hall. I was told that Sherri, my daughter, was still getting ready and would be down in ten minutes. I saw the priest sitting stiffly on a chair on the dais.
Tom accepted a glass of whiskey from a waiter who was walking around with a tray on which were glasses of whiskey and soda.
I looked around for Mona. I could not see her anywhere. I decided to wait for the woman with whom both me and my husband Tom had sex on the previous night.
My nipples grew erect under the gown I was wearing, thinking about the sordid triangle Mona, Tom and I were now a part of.
I felt a pinch on my butt. I swung around and there was Mona, dressed in a tight gown, out of which her voluptuous body bulged out.
I pinched at her right boob, and she pinched at mine. I wanted to wrestle her to the floor right then and there, but we were the bride and groom’s mothers.
We were expected to wear the veil of normalcy even though we were just couple of horny cxnts.
“Is your cxnt still sore?”, I asked Mona, getting a hold of myself.
“Yeah, a little. I had great fun last night”, said Mona, in a slightly lovey dovey voice.
“Me too”, I said, trying not to sound as lovey dovey as Mona. The truth was that the orgasm which Mona gave me last night was tremendous. One of the top five orgasms of my life. No wait! It was the best orgasm of my life. Mona knew how to use her tongue on my pussy.
Mona kissed me on the lips and pulled me to the front of the room.
The parents of the bride and groom would occupy the front row seats.
Mona and I sat on either side of Tom, like we were his two wives or something.
Mona kept hitting on Tom just to spite me, I guess. She was one confident and feisty woman. The kind of woman with whom you wouldn’t know what they would do next. The kind of woman who would be kissing you on the lips one moment and driving a knife up your ass the next moment. I knew I had to watch out for her.
Mona kept hitting on Tom who was hungover, and I saw them holding hands and Mona looking at me in a sneaky manner. I just smiled and acted like it was the most natural thing in the world even though I knew I was being cucqueened right under my nose.
I wasn’t the type of woman who would normally permit this to happen. I would have stood up and slapped Mona right then and there under different circumstances. But this was my daughter’s wedding, and I did not want to spoil it for her.
I could feel my nipples getting hard as Mona and Tom acted like a couple of teenagers with their hands all over each other, while sitting right next to me. Mona kept looking over at me.
My daughter got married and we sent her and Woody off in a car twenty minutes later to the airport from where the couple would fly out for their honeymoon in Hawaii.
Mona came up to me, her large breasts heaving under her gown. Tom stood beside me. He smelled of whiskey.
“You and Tom are gonna stay back, right? The three of us are going to have great fun tonight”, whispered Mona to me and winked at me and Tom before she walked towards the other guests.
Tom and I shrugged at each other. I hated to admit it. But I was eager for the three of us to jump into bed together. I had a score to settle with Mona. She was going to pay for hitting on my husband and mounting his cock when I was around. That too at my daughter’s wedding.
I felt the blood surge into my nipples. There was a furious itch in my crotch. An itch that could be cured only if I humiliated Mona in front of Tom.
I was going to make Mona pay all right.
Chapter 6
Back in our room, I took a bottle of whiskey out of my suitcase and poured drinks for Tom and me. I didn’t know when Mona would come to our room for the threesome.
We sipped out drinks, Tom and me. I didn’t want to break Tom’s balls about what had happened yesterday. We had both slept around over the last few years.
My beef was with Mona and all I wanted was to show Mona who was the better woman with Tom as witness.
Our room looked onto a stable with three horses and a fenced outdoor swimming pool. Mona had a nice operation going over here. No question about it.
It also dawned on me that we were in Mona’s territory. So I was an outsider in this sexual rivalry. An underdog of sorts.
Tom and I sipped our whiskeys. Tom lit his pipe, and the room was filled with the smell of tobacco.
We did not have to wait for too long.
There was an urgent knock on the door a little after 6:30 pm. It was dark outside as I opened the door and Mona stepped in from the dimly lit corridor.
Mona touched my cheek with her hand as if to pacify me or something. I did not respond to her tender sexual overture or olive branch or whatever she meant by it.
Mona walked into the room, she and Tom greeted each other like long lost lovers. She had changed into a sheer sleeveless top and a tight denim shorts.
Mona parked her butt on Tom’s lap. Tom let her take his pipe from his mouth and she took a smoke of the pipe. I couldn’t remember the last time Tom had let me, his wife do that. The bastard.
I suppressed the seething rage swelling up inside me and fixed Mona a drink.
Mona blew a puff of smoke into my face as I handed her the drink. She cackled when I turned my face away from the smoke. She was already a bit tipsy and slammed the drink down. Tom cackled with her like a fucking jackass.
I folded my hands across my heaving breasts and fixed Mona with my most vicious glare. She leered at me like jezebel for a few moments but when there was no change in the expression of hatred on my face, her smile reduced in its confidence and even Mona’s leering face turned into a competitive glare.
It had dawned on Mona that I was no pushover and that I meant business.
“What you lookin at Nora”, asked Mona. Did I sense a hint of fear in her voice? I think I did.
“I’m lookin at you, bitch”, I said in a sharp voice.
Tom let out a whistle. He looked at me and then at Mona and then back at me like he was at a tennis match.
The room was dimly lit, and I could see only parts of Mona’s face.
“You beefin with me, Nora?”, asked Mona. This time I heard anger in Mona’s voice. The fear was gone. She was ready for me.
I paused a few moments before answering.
“You’re goddamn right I’m beefin with you, Mona”, I said in a quiet but noble voice.
“You lookin to tangle with me, Nora?”, asked Mona.
“Yeah, you got that right, Mona. I am lookin to tangle with you”, I told her, arms still folded across my breasts.
My nipples were throbbing with lust.
Mona must have thought we were going to have a lovey dovey threesome based on my nonchalance at she and Tom getting it on right under my nose.
Mona stood up off Tom’s lap and took a step towards me. I stood exactly where I was and did not move an inch.
She tore her top off her upper torso, revealing her enormous breasts covered by a thin cotton brassiere.
I had to admit her boobs were tremendous. But this was no time to be aroused by Mona’s presence or her boobs. I had to take revenge on her for the humiliation suffered by me.
I took off my top nonchalantly and dropped it onto the floor.
Mona unhooked her brassiere and let it drop onto the floor. Her boobs looked damp with sweat. It had been a busy couple of days for Mona in many ways.
I unhooked my brassiere and let it fall onto the floor. My erect nipples said thank you as it was freed from the confines of the tight brassiere.
Tom let out another whistle. He put his pipe back into his mouth.
I quickly checked Mona’s demeanor. I wondered whether she would charge at me.
No, it did not seem like Mona would charge at me. I have been in a few tit fights in my life, and you can feel it in the air between you and the woman you are about to tit fight if she plans to charge at you.
The fact that my husband Tom was watching us added a new dimension to this tussle between Mona and me. Tom was fast asleep the previous night when Mona and I had wrapped our bodies around each other and slammed our cxnts against each other in the bed beside him.
Now he was watching us excitedly, smoking his pipe, waiting for the winner of this sexfight to mount his cock.
Mona unzipped her denim shorts and let them fall onto the floor. Then she removed her pantie off her groin and dropped them on the floor as well. I matched the move quickly. I didn’t want Mona to charge me while I was taking off my clothes.
Mona waited for my panties to fall onto the floor and now the two of us faced each other stark naked.
Tom, the man we were fighting over, smoked his pipe, his eyes on us.
Mona took a step towards me as soon as my panties were off, and I did the same. Now we were only a couple of feet away from each other.
Before Mona could take another step towards me, I closed the distance between us and crashed my boobs into Mona’s boobs. I also threw my arms around Mona in a bear hug and pulled her towards me.
I felt Mona’s breath on my face. A faint smell of sweat mixed with perfume also enveloped me as I gripped Mona in the tightest of bear hugs.
My nipples aligned perfectly with Mona’s nipples, sending a bolt of electricity through my body. I saw the goosebumps rise across Mona’s shoulders and arms as our nipples fought each other.
Mona also wrapped her hands around my waist in a tight bear hug and we were breast to breast.
It is a unique feeling when you’re breast to breast with another woman. It is almost as if you are pitting your sexual organs against the sexual organs of another woman.
We gripped each other like that for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of the friction caused by our nipples. Enjoying the rubbing of naked flesh against naked flesh.
Mona’s feisty and competitive expression changed to one of sensuality and love. Yeah, Mona looked like she was in love with me. She was swooning in front of me as we stood nipples to nipple with our hands around each other’s waists.
She began to nurse my back, confirming my suspicions that Mona had fallen in love with me. She was running her fingers and the palm of her hand up and down my naked back even as she looked sensually into my eyes.
I must admit that despite my hatred for her and consternation for her behavior during the wedding, I was shivering in her hands, with waves of lust passing through my body as she ran her fingers tantalizingly across my naked back.
I plunged my nipples into hers, unable to control myself and I saw Mona’s face turn red with lust and longing. A moment later, I also began to run my fingers and hand palms across the length and breadth of Mona’s back.
We stared longingly into each other’s faces even as our breasts heaved together, and our nipples poked into each other.
I pushed Mona onto the bed, and we fell together on it, with me on top of her. We immediately wrapped our hands around each other and stared deep into each other’s eyes.
Tom let out another whistle but neither I nor Mona had the slightest interest in Tom at that moment when we were becoming deeply immersed in each other.
We entwined fingers above our heads like two wrestlers, both of us longing for more contact between different parts of our bodies.
I kissed her shoulders and her neck. They had the smell of drying and fading perfume mixed with the fresh smell of her sweat. I wanted to taste Mona’s sweat, so I licked her neck and shoulders. Her sweat had the most delightful and mildly salty taste.
Both of us were panting due to our erotic exertions as we lay with our bodies sprawled together on the bed.
Mona looked all lovey dovey as if she had surrendered herself to me and was ready to lay there while I made love to her.
Her sexual complacency that I was in love with her, ignited something inside me. Mona must think I had gone soft due to her swooning in front of me.
I had other ideas.
I caught Mona by the neck. Mona’s swooning expression left her face, and she raised her eyes before breaking into a giggle. Maybe the bitch thought I liked playing a little rough and she was going along with it.
She raised one hand towards my neck to show she was game. I slapped her hand away and without wasting another second, slapped the husband stealing cxnt right in the middle of her cheek.
She let out a howl which was like music to my ears.
I sat up over her groin and pulled at her nipples.
I heard Tom let out a loud laugh behind me.
I slammed my ass onto her groin and all the bitch could do was yelp. She still had a tortured expression on her face, as if she was asking me why I was being so damn rough with her.
I leaned down towards her and let loose another slap on her face. This time she responded by slapping my butt with one hand. She used the moment of distraction to slap me on my cheek with her other hand.
I let out a howl and a second later we were throwing slaps at each other’s faces. The sensual sexfight had suddenly turned into a violent catfight.
I slammed my ass onto Mona’s pussy once again. I raised one of her legs, lined my cxnt against Mona’s and slammed my cxnt onto hers with all my might.
There was a squish sound as our wet and leaking pussies met each other.
Despite the acrimonious situation we were in, neither of us could help but moan as our sexual organs got acquainted with each other.
Acquainted is too formal a word for what Mona and I were involved in. We were trying to fuck the living daylights out of each other.
I was fucking hard with my cxnt. The foreplay we had indulged in had made me real wet. Mona fucked back with equal fervor. Her cxnt was as wet as mine was.
I got a hold of one thick leg of hers and forcefully placed it on my shoulder as we humped each other.
We gazed fierily at each other as our cxnts noisily fucked each other.
Mona’s face was red with anger and lust. The lovey dovey expression on her face had disappeared. We were competing with each other now.
We were two bitches in heat.
I was really slamming my cxnt into hers now.
All the pent-up fury of the last one day when she hit on my husband and even fucked him under my nose at my daughter’s wedding was being channeled into my cxnt as it fucked the shit out of her cxnt.
Mona seemed to be shocked by the ferocity with which I was fucking her. I began to fervently rub my pussy across the length and breadth of her pussy.
She tried to thwart me by twisting and turning but I held onto her leg and restricted her shenaxxxxns.
Mona cried out helplessly as I took complete control of her cxnt. Her body writhed around on the bed as I increased the intensity with which my cxnt was rubbing against her cxnt.
I was pretty aroused myself, but I could feel Mona’s cxnt beginning to quiver due to the relentless assault from my cxnt.
She began to moan and cry like a fucking whore who was getting a good fucking for the first time in her life.
Her face, neck, shoulders and tits were drenched with sweat now.
She just lay there like a sweating corpse as I fucked her. She had given up completely, unable to keep pace with my fury towards her.
Her eyes were still locked with mine.
Mona knew she was being beaten in this intense sexual encounter. But she was not willing to look away from me. There was a certain intensity and truth with which she continued to lock her eyes with me.
I felt her cxnt beginning to tremble. Mona was on the verge of orgasming. Her moans grew louder as I humped her without giving her a break.
It happened sooner than I expected.
I felt a warm flood of Mona’s cum hit my groin. I stopped humping Mona and let her cum spurt on to my groin and over my pussy lips.
The aroma of Mona’s cum was like the smell of my victory.
After it was done, Mona lay helplessly on the bed. She was spent. I had fucked the living daylights out of her. My sexual rival.
Her whole body was drenched in sweat. I watched her slip into a deep sleep.
I was glad that I had held on and had not cum all over Mona’s pussy.
I knew Mona was not waking up anytime soon. I looked towards Tom. He was still smoking his pipe.
I had a quick idea to complete Mona’s humiliation.
I told Tom to pack our bags. I put my clothes back on real quick.
I went down to the lobby and let myself out of the ranch. It was a cool dark evening. My body tingled as I stepped out into the open. I had beaten Mona in her own territory. My heart beat fast in elation though my cxnt was still itching. But it was a nice kind of cxnt itching.
I walked towards the parking lot, got into the car and drove it towards the ranch.
Tom stepped out of the hotel as I drove the car onto the front porch.
He got in and I drove us out of the hotel.
Mona would wake up all alone the next morning.
My annihilation of Mona was complete. Or so I thought.
