Part XIII (continued):
With Joe's attention focused on the bustling Manhattan streets below, the clicking of heels slowly approaching caught his attention from across the penthouse apartment. "I can't wait to toss Lacey around, perhaps here in the living room....or out on the balcony?" his thoughts harkened back to the last time he bent his sexy wife over the outdoor banister. Without warning, a pair of hands covered his eyes, "Oh Lace, we're playing blindfolded tonight, are we?" he implored. "Did the birthday boy have a nice surprise party?" an unexpected voice asked seductively.
Joe's body went rigid with anxiety, recognizing none other than Mackensie's sultry voice in his ear. I peeked my head out the bedroom door to witness the expertly executed seduction of my husband, by my best friend no less. Mackensie draped herself around Joe's body, one hand covering his eyes, the other holding him by the chest. A long silky smooth leg was intertwined with Joe's like a python entrapping its prey, of which there was no escape. Kensie's perfect tits brushed into my husband's back as the sting of jealousy coursed through my body at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes.
The smell of intoxicating perfume gripped Joe, unsure of how to respond to Mackensie's advances. "Relax Joe, I'm just teasing you" Mackensie momentarily let her prey escape her clutches. "Oh Mackensie" Joe laughed it off as he sat on the couch, scanning the apartment to ensure his lovely wife didn't witness the incident. My husband let out a groan from not having sat down for many hours at this point.
I inched the bedroom door open further for a better angle of Mackensie's performance. Joe had been seated for no longer than three seconds when Mackensie pounced yet again. The seductress stood uncomfortably close to my husband, turning away to give Joe a better view of her curvaceous figure, the dress barely able to contain her lush body. Mackensie teased a slight lift of the hem of her dress, checking for Joe's reaction over her shoulder.
I watched with a confused mix of arousal and jealousy simultaneously, as Kensie's perfect ass slowly descended into my husband's lap. "She was supposed to sit on his leg" I grunted to myself, "that bitch". Mackensie had managed to get my motor running, but that would help me genuinely act out the imminent fantasy scene. I watched helplessly as Mackensie wiggled her hips into Joe, as if to feel for his hard cock with her ass, making sure he was aroused. "I told her no lapdances, ugh Mackensie" realizing she couldn't help herself. Or was it intentional?
After her little shimmy in Joe's lap, Kensie slithered forward with her brunette hair cascading towards the floor. Reaching both hands towards her heels, she arched her back, giving Joe a close-up view of her sexy slim waist gyrating in small circles, before flipping her hair back in place. "Imagine bending this piece of ass over" Joe thought to himself, fighting the throbbing sensation building in his pants.
Mackensie then resurrected herself, slowly ascending with both hands holding her hair overhead, her back arched backwards now. Leaning her body all the way back against Joe's chest, she let out an audible gasp as if relaxing. Joe's face settled over her right shoulder with a prime view of her voluptuous round tits, his senses entranced with the siren song of Mackensie's perfume. "Jesus Kensie....I said help me with his fantasy, not film a porno with my husband". "This is a comfy seat, other than that bulge poking through", Kensie's eyes descended downward, acknowledge she could feel Joe's excitement.
Having seen enough, I swung the bedroom door open, making a point of loudly bursting my way into the main living room while playfully calling out my husband's name. "Ohhh Joeeee", I called out while unfastening my earrings, hunting him down for his birthday gift. The sudden intrusion caused Joe to forcefully lift Mackensie off of his lap, placing her body down on two feet. When yours truly finally came into full view, there was a well-timed moment where a disheveled Mackensie adjusted herself by pulling down the hem of her dress while also fixing her top. Joe followed in a similar manner, turning his back on me as if I wouldn't notice his flustered appearance.
I came to a sudden halt to emphasize my shock, my hands settled on my curvy hips that my identical dress could barely contain. "What exactly is going on here?" I let the question hang in the balance. "Oh you're still here Mackensie" I said condescendingly, acting surprised to see her. With Joe's back still turned to us, I gave Kensie a wink as if to say "well done babe". I pressed the tension of the situation, suspiciously walking over between them as to inspect the crime scene. When Joe finally turned around, still adjusting his tie....and his pants, I confronted him by taking a whiff of his collar, the sweet smell of Mackensie's perfume still lingering on my husband.
My eyes met Joe's for a moment that screamed "guilty as charged". Despite my hostile appearance towards Joe, I couldn't help but laugh internally at the lengths Mackensie and I were willing to go. My poor husband, now just a pawn in the subtle rivalry between us ladies, when up until now, it had been all about making his fantasies come true. My thoughts turned back to the infamous shopping trip, where Mackensie suggested "what if we explored the homewrecker theme in our little surprise", just after her latest run in with a married man's wife.
By this point, the homewrecker moniker had stuck to Kensie, and not without being a well-deserved nickname. I initially hesitated at the insinuation of Joe and Mackensie fooling around behind my back, especially since I wanted to prove to Mackensie who was boss. "That tramp won't be wrecking my home, that's for sure". But then Kensie offered a more innocent idea to set the mood, "What if.....I simply sit in his lap, more like on his leg actually Lace...definitely not a lapdance. You can catch us in the act perhaps?" Mackensie had suggested, having not lived up to her promise.
"Why do I get the impression this won't be your first lapdance Kensie" we both chuckled. "Actually I like the idea....you attempt to seduce him, setting the stage for me walking in on you two. I'll feign shock and confront you directly for making a pass at my husband. Great idea actually babe." Mackensie so eagerly agreed to my plan that I went from being amused to jealous in an matter of seconds. Mackensie then added "And naturally that situation leads to a sexy catfight", she made claws at me.
I should know better than to trust a woman like Mackensie around my husband, but what's the saying...you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs? Despite all that, so far, so good....the plan had been executed perfectly up to this point. Joe was reeling at being caught in the act, and is his mind, would have no idea that this was a staged performance. If he only knew........
Still demanding answers from Joe, I stood impatiently awaiting his response. "And you...what do you have to say for yourself Mackensie" I swung around to face her chest to chest, uncomfortably close. With the back of my head towards Joe, I gave a wink and smile to Mackensie who expertly did not break character. After all, it was hard not to laugh with your best friend acting out a staged catfight. "Well Lace...Joe here looked lonely. And I thought he deserved the company of a real woman on his birthday", Mackensie's posture shifted from that of guilt to one of arrogance. She proudly announced her superiority as if she was the person primarily responsible for my husband's contentment.
"Keeping him company on his lap Kensie?" I questioned the absurd notion. "You know Kensie, I think this all goes back to our college days. You could never be happy for me, especially now that this big stud of a husband is mine....all mine" I yanked Joe's tie, still pretending to be angry with him and hinting at our familiar motto. Mackensie arrogantly lifted her chin to brush off my accusation, "as if I'd ever be jealous of you Lace...I mean....just look at me" Mackensie replied in the cattiest way, gesturing towards her goddess-like voluptuous body. "Wow, Kensie was a natural at this" I chuckled to myself, although I couldn't tell if she was acting or serious about being jealous of her.
"Enough of this Lace", Mackensie forcefully brushed past my shoulder with intention, "Hey Joe....do you mind telling us?" she confronted Joe to his confusion, as she fixed his tie again. "Tell you what exactly?" Joe replied, still flummoxed. "Why dear", she playfully answered shaking her head, "tell us who looks better in this dress. You still owe us an answer from earlier in the night", Mackensie purred to him, adjusting Joe's shirt collar now. A live recreation of the 'questions game' was my idea, inspired by the treasure trove of comparison pics on my husband's laptop.
Stepping in between the pair, I cut off Mackensie's access to laying her greedy hands on my husband. "Yes babe, won't you help us finally decide the debate raging all these years?" I chimed in. "I've been trying to gently break the news to Mackensie here, but maybe she needs to hear it from you?" I turned to face Mackensie as I delivered the last line. Mackensie sarcastically laughed, shaking her head, "Lace, your husband here is afraid to hurt your feelings sweetheart" she inserted the knife in my back, "Go ahead...tell her Joe. You know I'm hotter than your wife" Kensie arrogantly announced.
Mackensie and I shamelessly stole the last sequence from Joe's custom video, with both actresses claiming superiority over their rival. The line of questioning definitely struck a nerve with Joe, potentially recognizing the dialogue. The way Kensie delivered that last line actually made my blood boil, performing or not. In her mind, her best friend Lacey was certainly hot, a beauty worthy of her companionship for a night out on the town. However, the lofty first place pedestal was always reserved for Mackensie....and Mackensie alone.
Both of us ladies stood with arms crossed in a staredown, waiting for a definitive conclusion to the debate from Joe. Stammering for words since Mackensie's attempted seduction, Joe finally chimed in, "Well....ever since the other day in the kitchen, I've been wondering....", Joe paused before daring to go further. "Oh Joe" I rolled my eyes, "this is about who is hotter, not who is the stronger woman" I feigned disgust at his intimating a decisive third round of arm wrestling. "Yes, we've already established that I'm much stronger than you Lacey", Mackensie shamelessly stated.
"Excuse me....", I widened my eyes at her, trying to hold back a laugh. "You saw it yourself Joe, I overpowered your lovely wife here, pinning her arm down." Mackensie continued "So to summarize, not only do I look better in this dress, but I'm hotter...and stronger too sweetheart" she continued the catty trash talk. Joe's eyes darted back and forth between the brunette beauties, in disbelief of bearing witness to the culmination of our tenuous friendship.
"Actually Joe, since your brought up our unfinished arm wrestling contest, that gives me an idea" I stated, walking to the middle of the spacious opulent living room, removing my watch and other jewelry. The furniture had already been relocated to make space for this evening's guests. "Mackensie....join me? Unless you're not woman enough?" I taunted my rival in turn. Pretending to be outraged as she walked onto the plush living room carpet, Mackensie accepted my invitation.
My husband uttered "Ladies....can I suggest...", but was quickly cut off with "Shut up Joe!" in a simultaneous rejection from yours truly and Mackensie in unison. Of course, he was happy to shut up and take in the sexy sight of two vixens squaring off in confident postures over him, just what dreams were made of. "Lace, are you sure you want to lose another arm wrestling bout in front of your husband? How much losing can your ego handle honey?" Kensie continued her taunts.
"Kensie, we are way past that. I just watched you attempt to seduce my husband in my own home. This is an all-out catfight" I used the phrase with intention. And trigger Joe's inner desires it did, his eyes widening at the mere mention of the word. "Catfight?" Mackensie asked seductively emphasizing the word yet again, sending Joe's mind into a frenzy. "Catfight you say?" Mackensie repeated the verbal torture for Joe, as if she had been waiting on yours truly to challenge her.
"You'd like that Joe, wouldn't you?" Kensie seductively looked over her shoulder at my husband, knowing full well Joe's answer. Turning back to me, "Let's finally settle the debate then Lace...as ladies should, shall we?" Mackensie purred, slipping off her heels. I followed suit, removing my own pair of heels as Joe watched the ceremonially undressing of warriors preparing for combat. "Joe, why don't you get comfortable on the sofa and enjoy the show" I teased him, heightening his already elevated level of arousal.
As rehearsed, Mackensie and I attempted to intimidate each other in a standoff, holding eye contact with our chests thrust out and hands on hips. "Last chance to back down Lace" Mackensie taunted, certain of victory. "May the best woman win" I announced implying my superiority, equally sure of triumph over my rival. Only one vixen would be victorious however, and to the winner go the spoils.
"Oh and more thing..." I seductively paused, "Happy Birthday baby", both Mackensie and I broke character for a moment, smiling devilishly at my husband still in disbelief on the sofa. Only in that moment did Joe realize that scene unfolding before him was orchestrated, although he swore the hostility was genuine. "Yes, Happy Birthday Joe" Mackensie purred at him, not to be outdone by yours truly.
Neon lights bled into our spacious living room, scattering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The opulent setting was hardly where one might expect such a gratuitous display of sexually-charged confrontation between gorgeous women. Joe's mind wandered for a brief second to replay the events of the last week, wondering if he was the fortunate victim of our devious scheme. "Consider me victimized" he laughed to himself, enjoying his bourbon as he sized up the lithe bodies poised to do battle over him.
The Empire State Building was silhouetted in the background, illuminating the impromptu arena of plush carpet, the ideal setting for Joe's fantasy come to life. After a moment of silence, we turned to Joe for his approval to begin the showdown. With a nod of his head, the shrieking noise of his fantasy catfight echoed through the penthouse. Mackensie and I instinctively reached for each other's hair, squaring off in primal combat.
Our bodies primed for battle with limbs intertwined, playing up the panting noise of our struggle. "Let go of my hair" I begged Mackensie, who viciously grasped my beautiful brunette locks. Returning the favor, I clutched dangling strands of her hair, tilting her head back with a tug. "Ugh my hair" Mackensie shouted, the two of us recreating the hairpulling that Joe was so fond of.
In that moment, Joe had an epiphany on the very essence of his catfight fetish. How could such femininity intersect with such aggression, although absent any real violence in this case. "That's the sweet spot for my Joe" I had realized earlier watching his video collection, a sultry confrontation without the bloodlust. The mere thought of female battle was deemed unbecoming of women via social norms. Perhaps the forbidden taboo of the act is what attracted Joe to the fetish.
Struggling to a stalemate, Mackensie suddenly twisted her body with my hair still in her grasp, tossing me over her hip. With my hands still clutching Kensie's hair, our bodies tumbled wildly towards the carpeted floor in a mass of long limbs and untamed hair. Mackensie initially landed all of her weight on top of me, but quickly lost her balance from the collision. Using Kensie's own momentum against her, I flipped my hips to roll on top, straddling her in a dominant position.
This pattern of rolling on top for control continued two or three times until I finally settled on top of my rival. My hands clenched around Mackensie's wrists as I held her arms overhead against the carpet. "Ugh, let me go you bitch" she cried out in agony. "Not so confident now, are you honey?" I taunted while straddling Mackensie below me. "Please you're hurting me" Kensie begged in an Oscar worthy performance.
With Mackensie nearly in tears, I turned to look if Joe was enjoying the show. Sure enough, his bourbon was fixed in one hand while the other adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his suit pants. Losing concentration for a moment at the thought of savoring his delicious cock, Mackensie seized the opportunity from my now lenient hold of her wrists. Reaching for the straps of my dress, she jerked yours truly down to the floor with her, our bodies now laying side by side.
In the chaos of heavenly bodies colliding, our short dress hems had hiked up revealing toned bronzed legs grappling for control of our opponent. Matching sexy thong panties were barely held intact, struggling to contain our abundant assets. Mackensie's last attack had ripped the strap to my dress so that it no longer rested over my shoulder. My silky bra peaked out for Joe's viewing pleasure, showing the curvature of my luscious tits. Not to be outdone and upset that Kensie had torn an expensive dress, I returned the favor by tearing the bottom seam to Mackensie's swanky cocktail dress, with her full round ass now on display.
"Good lord" Joe could be heard howling in the background, realizing sometimes reality can outweigh the fiction in his mind. In said reality however, Kensie and I had viewed another one of his videos entitled "Clothes Ripping Catfight". This particular episode was situated in an office setting where sexy secretaries wore unrealistically revealing button down blouses, pencil skirts, pantyhose and eyeglasses. Mackensie and I giggled as the women focused more on destroying each other's outfits than causing harm to one another. Blouse buttons were forcefully popped open, nylons were shredded and torn apart with bare hands, all while suggesting "No, I'm the boss's favorite". As absurd as the scenario was, Kensie and I were excited to recreate it.
Returning to our feet to assess the damage, Mackensie and I fixed our hair and adjusted our dresses. After all, we had to look presentable during a catfight for my husband. Inspecting the tear in her dress as if to show me, Mackensie stated "you're going to pay for that one Lace". Tugging at my broken shoulder strap unable to fasten it, I replied "this was my favorite dress Kensie, how dare you". Joe could not be enjoying himself more, now with a lit cigar and the look of a man who had it all.
Mackensie and I tangled yet again, grabbing each other's forearms this time, both trying to stave off attacks from the other woman. I got the better of my opponent this time, tossing Mackensie towards the couch who nearly landed in Joe's lap again. Joe moved his bourbon carefully out of the way to avoid spilling it, excited that the battle had come in close proximity of him. Taking the opportunity to pounce, I straddle Mackensie's body, who was now in the sitting position. Both of us hellcats grabbed onto each other's tits, much to Joe's delight sitting not two feet away at this point.
Mackensie grabbed control of me, pulling my body towards my husband. Our bodies rolled in wild fury, with both of us crossing over his lap and ultimately tumbling towards the floor again. In the ensuing chaos, I somehow ended up straddling Mackensie again, but this time with her face down to the floor. I smiled devilishly at Joe who raised his eyebrows at me having the advantage over Mackensie. "No!" Mackensie yelped as I claimed her brunette locks in my hand yet again.
"Do you give Kensie?" I taunted gripping her hair tighter, making her back arch. Her eyes closed and head tilted back in agony as I forced her to submit to my will. "Never" Mackensie retorted, having difficulty mounting a response. "You don't like Lacey being on top, do you honey?" I continued my verbal taunt of Mackensie. In reality, I was thoroughly enjoying the humiliation of the most conceited woman I'd ever known, but had to remind myself this was merely a performance.
Tightening my grip for a second time, I asked "I'll ask you again Kensie, do you give"? Slapping her hand on the carpet in protest, Mackensie finally broke..."Yes...Yes, I give. Let go of my hair now Lace" she pouted. For some reason, I was incredibly aroused at the sight of Mackensie begging for mercy at my own hands, whether the scene was orchestrated or not. I continued the line of questioning, "Now who's the better woman Mackensie?", in an unexpected cruel manner that caught Mackensie off guard. "What Lace?" Mackensie shrieked, her ego clearly bruised. Not receiving the response I'd hoped for, I again tugged at the strands of brunette locks in my grip.
"Ugh...fine fine Lace...you are the better woman" Mackensie was resigned to admit, although the words tore at her very soul. Basking in the glory of triumph, I freed Mackensie's hair from the vice grip. "See that Joe...I am the better woman", I exclaimed with emphasis, taking a victory lap on top of my defeated humbled foe. Sensing that I was offering reprieve, Mackensie rolled on her back to face me. To her horror, I continued to straddle her, basking in the victorious afterglow.
My sense of arousal now heightened, I went off script as a sudden burst of inspiration blindsided me. I wagged my finger over to Joe in the come-hither motion, still on top of the trapped Mackensie. "Lace, what exactly are you doing? You've won, now let me up" she pleaded. "Quiet sweetheart, time for me to claim my trophy", I gestured at my husband now standing over our tangled bodies.
"Closer babe" I grabbed Joe by the belt buckle, pulling him in until his feet lined up with Mackensie's head still lying on the floor. Licking my lips in a sign of things to come, Joe widened his eyes, only now realizing my intentions. "Mackensie, have I told you about the 'No Hands Allowed' game I play with Joe here?" I cruelly continued to taunt her. Lying beneath me, Mackensie raged at being subject to such humiliation, having never agreed to it beforehand.
I pulled his belt buckle through the loops, tossing it aside while I undid his zipper with my teeth. "Enjoying the view down there Kensie?" I continued to the delight of Joe. Mackensie would never admit, but she was equally aroused at the unfolding scene on top of her prone body, although still enraged. "You bitch" Kensie muttered under her breath, still struggling to get up. Pulling his pants down slowly, Joe's thick cock escaped its confines, popping out with such force that it made a loud thud landing on my face.
"All mine Joe?" I asked seductively, knowing the answer full well. The question alone sent him into a frenzy, as he tilted his head back in preparation for the coming ecstasy. "Look Mackensie, no hands" I peered down at her, simultaneously grabbing Joe by the hips. From her vantage point, Kensie saw Joe's thick cock completely disappear inch by inch, with the outline of his bulge in my throat. The graphic display of sexuality was how I marked my territory, with Mackensie as witness.
Resigned to her front row seat, Mackensie wondered whether she could accomplish the depth that yours truly had. I swallowed my husband's cock deeper than usual, pinning myself against his body, which was more of a performance for the romantic rival lying beneath me. Taking a moment to breathe, I taunted, "Not only am I the better woman, but apparently better at a number of things. Isn't that right Joe?", as I cupped his balls in hand. Joe couldn't mount a response, but did take the time to watch Mackensie pouting, which seemed to arouse him even further. "Was that part of his fetish also?" I wondered to myself as my mouth slid back and forth on his thick cock.
Feeling his climax rapidly approaching, I stroked his cock with increasing pace, "Go ahead tell her Joe, it's mine...all mine. Mackensie could never take you down like I can", no doubt getting a tad bit too personal in the heat of the moment. Kensie found herself with the unfamiliar mix of arousal and jealousy I had experienced with her on my husband's lap. Approaching the crescendo, my mouth expertly wrapped around his cock and my hands massaging his balls, gulping down Joe's enormous cum load. My husband groaned in relief of the building tension, exhausting himself in the process. "Ahhh" I let out an audible gasp, making sure Mackensie knew I enjoyed the spoils of victory, greedily gulping down the remnants of Joe's cum. "Happy Birthday babe" I said with a devious smile.
As I stood, Mackensie was finally free of her humiliating restraints. Storming off in a fit, her shredded dress dragged on the ground in shambles , following a disheveled defeated warrior. Watching her retreat to the bathroom, I immediately felt of a sense of guilty for having pushed the scene so far. "I wonder if she'll accept my apology?" I hoped internally. All in all, I had achieved a flawless execution of Joe's fantasy and even got a prize for myself.
I found Mack in the bathroom, prepared to console her and apologize for my indiscretion. Turning to me and raising her hand to stop, she uttered "Wow Lace, that might have been the most erotic experience of my life", Mackensie explained. "So you're not mad Kensie? I took it a little too far" I admitted. "Mad? Are you kidding me Lace? No no no...I got so aroused when you took it off script. I mean the plan was for you to win all along, but I didn't expect the sexual deviant in you to come out. I didn't think you had it in you Lace", we both shared a laugh.
Somehow Mackensie managed to 'complisult' me, as in "That was hot" and "I thought you were a prude" simultaneously. "Only you Kensie" I shook my head silently. I hugged my best friend in the aftermath, "I'm so glad you're not made honey, thank you so much. I don't think Joe will ever get over tonight" I said in all earnest.
"Oh but his night is not over yet", Mackensie donned the familiar expression of trouble on her face. "Not over Kensie?" I asked in confusion. "Just because I said I'm not mad, doesn't mean the final curtain has fallen in our performance" she smiled. Placing her hands on hips and lifting her chin, Mackensie playfully stated, "I demand a rematch". We both cackled in laughter, while my initial reaction was to see if Joe was still alive on the sofa, or had offed himself after hitting the apex of life. I mimicked Mackensie's posture and announced "Well then a rematch you shall have".
Mackensie went on further "Again Lace, I didn't think you had it in you". I cut her off, "Oh I had it in me alright", to which we both laughed. "And did you see Joe's face when he realized?" Mackensie continued. "Actually I have another brilliant idea. Plus Lace, after that little improv, I think you owe me one.....now hear me out".
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(to be continued)
