Part XIV (continued):
"Some men have all the luck", Joe thought to himself, "I happen to be one of them". Although reflecting on his recent run of good fortune, Joe was never one to be satisfied for an extended time. "So what's next?" he whimsically thought to himself, still with his suit pants around his ankles and basking in the afterglow of a lifelong fantasy fulfilled. "I should get myself cleaned up and in bed".
In the aftermath of his fantasy come true, his thoughts turned to the current conversation between his wife and Mackensie, the latter of who was attending to her wounded ego in the attached bathroom to our master bedroom. "Do I go check on them? Do I apologize to Mackensie as Lacey had done profusely? Was there even anything to apologize for?", the questions came in rapid succession with no plausible answers. Joe's mental clarity had yet to return after an intense headrush from the most exhilarating orgasm of his life, or was it the multiple old fashions over the course of the night.
"The security footage!" Joe exclaimed his sudden epiphany a bit too loud. My husband installed hidden cameras after suspecting the maintenance staff and/or cleaning ladies of helping themselves to certain valuables within the apartment. "Note to self" Joe emailed his own address, "download video for posterity", amused at his unnecessarily cryptic choice of words.
"Joooeee" my muffled voice called to him in the distance like a siren song. Cautiously following the trail of my dulcet tones, Joe crept towards the master bedroom. Finding the door slightly ajar, he peeked inside but found no trace of the battling brunette beauties. "Am I hearing voices now?" Joe chuckled.
The long night's events had taken its toll on my husband. Rather than console Mackensie, Joe climbed into the warm and cozy confines of our king size bed. His suit pants now off, unbottoned dress shirt still on and necktie remained fastened loosely around his neck. My husband was too satisfied and exhausted to remove any article of clothing at this point, including his dress socks.
"Joooeee....." I giggled laying in wait inside the bathroom. "No sleeping yet" my voice called out again. Joe laid comfortably on his side, with his back towards the bathroom door. "Lace hasn't had her turn of pleasure yet, she's coming to claim her prize" Joe realized to himself. A faint squeaking noise alerted Joe to the bathroom door swinging open, as he mustered his energy for round two with his lovely wife.
Footsteps sounded across the floor with an irregular pattern. "Ohhh Joe....wake up honey" my sultry voice attempting to resurrect him like a snake charmer. Joe felt the impression of my body press into the firm mattress, "What did you have in mind Lace?" he asked in a sleepy monotone voice. The pattern of footsteps continued to Joe's confusion, still feeling his wife's presence in proximity. Then a second impression of bodyweight on the king size bed became apparent, although not necessarily where Joe placed his dear wife in his mind.
"Well Joe....", a familiar voice rang out, "I demanded a rematch". My husband's head popped up momentarily, still with his back to the unfolding scene in our bedroom. "Did I just hear that correctly or am I dreaming?", Joe rested his head again on the pillow. The impressions on the mattress had now withdrawn, realizing he was again the sole inhabitant of the large bed.
Clearing my throat, I teased in a pouty voice, "Fine Joe...go to sleep, don't watch round two of our catfight". The words echoed clearly this time, causing Joe to sit up and shake his head to fend off the coming headrush. Turning around in disbelief, his eyes widened to find yours truly and a rejuvenated Mackensie wearing silky robes, back in character to continue his birthday surprise festivities.
Situated in our now familiar staredown, Mackensie and I held our eye contact, although in this instance a serious sense of revenge loomed in Mackensie. Standing so close that our luscious tits pressed against each other, the friction caused our silk robes to open slightly. "Back for more Mackensie?" I taunted her for Joe's amusement. "Oh Lace...no holding back this time. Now let's really decide who the better woman is", Mackensie purred, confirming my impression that she was indeed serious after the blow to her ego.
"Joe...." Mackensie turned her attention to my husband, "did your wife here ever mention our little spring break competition?", my eyes widened wondered where Mackensie was taking the dialogue. Joe gazed into my eyes, seemingly aroused again at the mere mention of competition between us ladies. Shaking his head as if to say no, Mackensie continued, "Of course she didn't tell you. Lace, it must have been so humiliating finishing second in that wet-tshirt contest....to me no less", Mackensie taunted to my horror, knowing the story was a sensitive sore point for me.
"You should have been there Joe, when I was crowned the winner, your wife here was merely an afterthought" Mackensie returned the personal attacks in retribution for my words earlier. "Actually...it's a shame you and I didn't meet first Joe" Kensie gestured towards my husband, having gone too far this time. Breathing through the flashes of anger, I reminded myself that this was simply performance art. "It's just that Mackensie twists the knife in so deep. She's way too skilled at this" I told myself silently. Mounting a response, "My recollection Kensie, is that you cheated to win that contest...since you can't compete with me otherwise", I said in reply, drawing an indignant laugh from my rival.
Taking charge of the scene again, Mackensie continued, "Anyway, us girls were on our shopping trip last week....but you knew that already Joe", she stopped to wink at my husband. "We just loved this one lingerie set so much.....oh you saw it, right?", Mackensie referenced the photoshoot sent for his viewing pleasure. "Both Lacey and I decided we must have it" Mackensie said seductively. I was no longer sure if Mackensie meant she "must have" the lingerie set or my husband's cock. "But maybe you can help us settle another debate Joe?" Mackensie batted her eyelashes at him.
Taking Mackensie's cue, we both seductively undid our belts, still holding eye contact as the silk robes descended towards the floor. The silk subtly brushed over our smooth tanned skin, sliding off our feminine figures. Coming into focus was the familiar dark red lingerie consisting of a lacey corset and garter belt strapped to sexy stockings, in a reveal that moved in slow motion. Joe audibly gasped at the vision before him, having preferred women in lingerie over completely naked. "Lingerie leaves something to the imagination" my husband once told me, "plus it's something to grab onto", he amused himself.
"Now that we're here in the flesh....tell us Joe. Who looks better in lingerie?" Mackensie purred at him, still taking the lead. Not one to be submissive, I asserted myself by running a hand along my long sexy legs, feeling the smooth stocking and drawing Joe's attention. "I think we both know who he prefers Mackensie. In fact, I can still taste victory", I announced impressed with my clever remark. "I don't know about that Lace" Mackensie retorted, cupping her voluptuous tits, "I just don't see how you....stack up against me", referencing her victory in the wet t-shirt contest.
"Well...tell us Joe. You've been awfully quiet dodging all these questions" I asked my husband playfully. Instead of stammering this time however, Joe pressed his newfound confidence in sharing his inner desires. "You know Lace...I can't decide who looks better in the lingerie....but perhaps we can see how you two ladies stack up, as Mackensie put it" my husband slyly suggested. "Ohhh" Mackensie and I both reacted in unison. "A tit fight Joe?" I asked seductively, pretending I was unfamiliar with the term, but fully aware of his implication since finding the folder on his computer. "Tit fight sounds like my specialty" Mackensie playfully pressed her chest against mine for a little flesh on flesh preview.
"You know, I did notice a bottle of baby oil" Mackensie exaggerated the sway her lingerie-clad hips back and forth towards the bathroom countertop to retrieve it. Joe's eye lit up at the mere mention of our curvaceous tits colliding while glistening with baby oil. Dangling the bottle towards me, "Lace, want to do the honors or shall I?" Mackensie asked. Grabbing it from her with authority, I lifted my long flowing hair overhead and raised the baby oil over my ample cleavage. "Ahhh" I exhaled as the slick lubricant ran down my heaving chest held up by the lacey corset.
Watching my beautiful tits now shimmering in the city lights seeping into the penthouse, it was Mackensie's turn to perform the same ritual. "I'll need to pour a more generous amount, since I'm bigger up top, right Joe?" Mackensie hurled another catty comment. Sizing up the oiled slippery goddess across from one another, we caressed the dripping oil into our heavenly bodies, panting with arousal from its sweet scent. In all honesty, I wanted revenge on Mackensie, the so-called 'conquering wet t-shirt queen' from all those years ago. This was my chance at retribution, putting my tits to the test against Kensie's yet again.
An idea came to mind, "What if we start out with 'no hands allowed' Joe? I asked in reference to our favorite blowjob challenge. "Not to be confused with the 'no hands' challenge where I swallowed your cock Joe. You do remember that Mackensie, don't you?", I directed the catty comment directly at her. In doing so however, I pushed the sorest of sore losers too far, immediately regretting my comment. "Actually Lace....what if we upped the ante a bit", Mackensie donned a devious smirk, "The winner wraps their abundant assets around that big trophy", Mackensie hinted at the prize, having raised the stakes. Joe looked back and forth at us ladies, his eyes naturally wandering towards our glistening cleavage.
Yours truly returned an indignant laugh at my rival. "Why Mackensie, that's one of Joe's favorites. I'm happy to show you the proper form", I retorted certain of victory. In our sex life, Joe had slid his thick cock between my perky tits no doubt hundreds of times. He loved that my mouth was free for dirty talk while feeling the warm slippery pleasure engulfing his manhood. Now with Mackensie standing before him in the sexiest lingerie set, I'm certain Joe's mind wandered....as did his cock, between her perfect 32 double Ds. "Imagine the scene, Mackensie having another front row seat to our intimate carnal acts", I thought internally, already planning my victory party.
Taking Mackensie's hand in mine, I playfully offered "Join me on the bed Kensie?". Mackensie interlaced her fingers in mine, "I thought you'd never ask Lace. After you", as I tugged her along. I led the way towards the plush king sized bed, which served as the latest arena in our catty competition. Taking a slight detour, I brushed my body against Joe's, running my hand slowly across his bulge. Mackensie, still behind me with her hand clasped in mine, announced "Save that for me Joe, after I put Lacey in her place" in the seductive way only she could.
Climbing onto the bed from opposite ends, we slithered our way towards each, crawling on hands and knees until coming face to face. Joe sensed the sexually charged tension in the air, "Are they going to kiss or fight?" he wondered. That was until Mackensie and I scowled at each other, chest to chest and kneeling on the bed with hands on our hips, adjusting our stockings and garter belts in preparation for conflict. To break the tense silence, Mackensie asserted "And may the best tits win", equally certain of victory as yours truly.
Once again, we turned to Joe for approval to begin our titanic battle. Before nodding to signal the start, Joe demanded "Hands behind your back ladies" in his deep masculine voice that sent shivers down my spine. Mackensie and I obediently adopted the posture, both looking upwards at him with a pout and batting our eyelashes, as if to say "Can we please fight over your cock now?". Satisfied there would be no hands allowed, Joe nodded for the show to commence.
The erotic sight of his slick wife's body colliding with a glistening Mackensie was almost too much to bear for Joe...almost. "Lacey and Mackensie are so evenly matched" my husband thought to himself, distracted by the audible sound of tit flesh smacking. Fighting the urge to use our hands, I thrust my heavy chest into my slippery rival's, knocking Mackensie backwards from her kneeling position onto her ass. In response, Kensie rose again and returned the attack by forcefully pressing her tits into mine.
The weight of Mackensie's body caused me to momentarily lose my balance and fall backwards. Landing on my back in a panic, I struggled to free my hands from being pinned against the bed. Before I could react, another audible smack of flesh on flesh rang out. Mackensie had yours truly trapped in a full body pin, our bodies perfectly aligned from head to toe. I whimpered in a desperate attempt to break free, "Ugh, get off of me". "Don't like being pinned down, do you Lace?" Mackensie taunted.
Mackensie turned towards my husband, "Like the view Joe?", as she sensually slid her oiled tits left and right over mine in a form of erotic dominance. Kensie intertwined her legs with mine, trapping me against any attempted escape. "Oh you're not going anywhere Lace" she warned, our tits ballooning in size as they struggled against each other. Still laying prone on my back, my natural tits appeared flattened in comparison to Mackensie's voluptuous body in the dominant position. "Look at mine overpowering your wife's Joe", she continued her revenge tour.
"Mackensie is really getting into this performance" I thought to myself, squirming underneath her oiled body. Left with no options, I freed my hands to clench Kensie by the hair, yanking her head upwards and forcing her back to reflexively arch. "So much for no hands allowed" I grunted to myself. "Ugh you bitch", Kensie cried out, caught off guard by my dirty tactic. Mackensie responded by clutching my brunette locks, but this particular pull was anything the gentle tug we'd agreed to beforehand. "My hair....Mackensie let go of my hair", I pouted, feeling the very real sting of her aggressive yanking.
Desperation set in from Mackensie's weight straddling me, but I somehow found the strength to turn the tables. Rolling Kenise over, I pounced on top of her body, our hands never yielding their grips on each other's hair. Skin smacked together as an audible thud sounded from my curvaceous body landing on top of my rival's. I glanced over at Joe for approval of my furious comeback, then started grinding my hips into Mackensie's body laying underneath mine in an attempt to humiliate her. As my hips undulated on top of my fallen prey, I deemed it only fair to return a form of erotic dominance Mackensie had employed. "See that Joe....the best woman and now the best tits", I basked in the glory of Mackensie's whimpering below me.
Apparently, I didn't learn my lesson from the first round of personal attacks on my friend here. With her ego unable to handle any further taunting, Mackensie surged from the bed as I continued to grind against her, catching me off guard. With a well timed thrust of her hips, Mackensie wildly bucked my body off of hers. I used all my strength in an attempt to keep her pinned beneath me, but my grip failed on her slippery wrists. Mackensie and I tumbled together, coming to a rest in the kneeling position again, facing off in another stalemate.
In the midst of the wild fury, one of my tits popped out of the corset, exposing my full firm slippery breasts. "You cheating bitch" Mackensie shouted, grabbing the top of my corset to expose the other breast. I retaliated by clawing at Mackensie's top, yanking it down forcefully so that it rendered us both topless. What started as an erotic sensual tit fight had quickly devoved into an all-out catfight between prideful women.
Up until this point, I hadn't experienced the level of ferociousness that Mackensie was capable of. That is until she swung her hand wildly, slapping across both my tits so that it stung in pain. "Owwww Mackensie", my reaction revealed how surprised I was from the attack that left a red handprint on my beautiful breast. Reeling in agony still, I instinctively cupped my luscious tits to protect them from further damage. My eye caught the look of shock on Joe's face, who was uncertain if us ladies were still acting at this point.
Still distracted by my husband, Mackensie seized the advantage by pushing down on my back yet again. Kensie slithered on top, only this time with her bare tits meeting mine, unencumbered by lace lingerie. I had assumed that at some point Kensie would defer to me winning, after all we were merely acting. Plus, Joe was my husband....and the stakes for this round were indeed high. A realization of horror flashed in my mind, as Mackensie crawled up my body until her heavy tits hovered over my face.
"Wait...I was supposed to win" I tried to protest, unable to speak clearly through the fleshy mounds covering my mouth. The muffled sound of my voice was ignored, as Mackensie grabbed the back of my head by the hair, pulling me further into her voluptuous tits. My thoughts wandered again, to the painful imagery of Mackensie's evil victorious laugh as she slid Joe's cock between her for the first time. I tried grabbing onto her garter belt in desperation, but by this point, was completely at the mercy of my romantic rival.
"Oh Lace" Mackensie laughed devilishly, "just like spring break, defeated by my tits again babe". Mackensie mimicked my crying as I continued to squirm beneath her, struggling for air. Not done with her taunts, she turned to my husband, "Joe, I believe this is called a tit smother?", she asked, knowing full well the name. Mackensie shook her slippery tits side to side, still cupping the back of my head to grind face further. "Looks like I'll be smothering that trophy in just a moment", Kensie arrogantly predicted given her dominant position.
The familiar unexplainable mix of jealousy and arousal filled me once again, resigned to the fact Mackensie would triumph. The full weight of disappointment bruised my ego, not unlike what Mackensie endured previously. I kicked myself for not matching her level of aggression, knowing full well that Mackensie would attempt to humiliate me in retribution. What really stung though....another loss in the battle of tits, which had haunted me for many years. And now, Mackensie still retained bragging rights, although I still swear I have nicer tits. Then again, Joe was about to find out whose he preferred.
"Who's the better woman now Lace?" Mackensie taunted, turning my own words against me. "How could you be the better woman when my tits are clearly superior?" she questioned, openly mocking me. But Mackensie's revenge tour had only just begun, I prepared myself to feel her full wrath. Finally relinquishing the tit smother, I gasped for air, trying to find enough breath to utter "Mackensie, what the hell was that?" in protest. Before I could however, Kensie's hand dug into my long brunette locks, leading me off the king size bed and towards the floor.
Completely defeated by this point, I landed on hands and knees, my hair still held captive by my cruel rival. Imagine the humiliation I felt as Mackensie dragged me around by the hair, walking me like a dog in front of my husband. "Look at your lovely wife now Joe, not so confident anymore, is she?" Mackensie continued. Cruelly dragging me by the long locks further, we reached the chair where Joe sat watching our sensual duel.
I held my head down in shame at the feet of my husband, who was now standing over me, too humiliated to even look up at him. Mackensie of course twisted the knife further, "I'm here for my trophy. And I dragged along Miss Second Place", she gestured down towards me. Finally mustering up the courage make eye contact with Joe, he had the look of compassion for his disheveled wife with tears in her eyes, mascara running down her defeated face. I gave him a knowing nod, as if to say "it's ok honey", understanding his cock would plunge between Mackensie's awaiting tits shortly. An uncertain anxiety crept in my mind, would I be aroused or in a jealous rage watching the erotic act unfolding in front of me, in what was once all mine.
"On your knees, both of you" Joe demanded in his assertive voice. Mackensie obediently responded to the deep voice as if weak in her knees, ready and eager to exact revenge. I suddenly realized it had been many years since Joe felt the pleasure of another woman. "Trust me Lace, you're the best I've ever had", my husband would often tell me, reassuring my insecurities with his soothing words. I'd often wonder about his past lovers, sometimes prying him with questions. "What did they look like, how did my body compare, who made you cum the hardest....could any of them suck your cock like I can?", all ran through my head.
Although I'd never admit to Joe, at times I'd pleasure myself to the visual of him in acts of passion with a romantic rival, not that I ever expected to witness it. The vivid dreams of jealousy triggered my competitive side, encouraging my obedient submission to Joe, who'd have his way with my body. Now kneeling beside the one woman who could rival my sensuality, I'd be forced to endure the vivid dreams come to life, to my horror.....or was it to my arousal?
"I'll need to get these oiled up again for you Joe", Mackensie turned towards me to say, cupping her tits while showing off her ample cleavage. Both combatants now topless and compliantly kneeling, I endured the spectacle of Mackensie drizzling the slippery oil all over her, slowly cascading down her curvaceous chest. "Oh my god Lace, imagine how good it will feel for Joe", she continued the well-deserved taunts.
Mackensie crossed her arms, pushing her tits together without use of her hands so that it created an inviting crease. Joe confidently towered over her, but did not break eye contact with yours truly. "Was he getting off from his wife watching this forbidden act?" I thought to myself silently, bracing for the initial entrance. With Mackensie highlighting her delicious slippery cleavage, she tugged Joe by the balls, slowly guiding his cock underneath her yearning tits. My mouth opened wide with a gasp, partially at the erotic visual but also from Mackensie's conquering of what was once solely mine.
As the head of his cock slowly entered the slippery warm confines of her tits, Joe leaned back and groaned in ecstasy. Mackensie indulged her prize moving along at a deliberately slow pace, with her head turned towards yours truly, eyes fixed on me. Her preference was to savor the look of anguish on my face, proud of her voluptuous tits defeating mine. Mackensie motioned her arms together, tightening the firm clamp around Joe's manhood, claiming my husband's cock in triumph.
"Oh Lace, you get to have this cock all the time? I'd be so jealous if it weren't all mine now" Mackensie cruelly taunted me. "Maybe you'll have a chance to win it back....that is, if you're woman enough to", she hinted at a decisive third encounter. The personal demeaning dialogue wasn't exactly what we agreed to beforehand, with Mackensie taking creative liberties. Another fit of jealous rage shot through my body, observing the head of my husband's cock repeatedly appear through the top of Mackensie's glistening tits. For the sake of performance, I played the part of the defeated romantic rival, pouting my lower lip to Joe as a jealous victim. "But that's my husband.....my cock" I whimpered softly, drawing an evil laugh from Mackensie who picked up the pace.
"Oh it's yours...is it Lace?" she momentarily grabbed Joe's cock, freeing it from fleshy restraints. Mackensie held my husband's engorged member from the base, jiggling it to show me its girth as if showing off her new toy. "Maybe I'll share a little....after all, this used to belong to you" she purred devilishly. Joe finally chimed in, "Hand behind your back Lace" he demanded with authority, to which I eagerly complied. "No hands, remember Lace? You seem to have forgotten during our catfight honey", Mackensie reminded, putting me in my rightful place.
Kensie tightened her grip on the trophy and motioned it over to my body, tapping it on my exposed tits with a heavy thud. I've never been more humiliated and turned on at the same time, while Mackensie continued toying with me. She smacked her prize with force against my big tits a few times, making them jiggle from the force of the blows. Mackensie then cupped my slippery tits together, while my hands still remained behind my back. I assumed my husband's cock was returning home where it belonged, but Mackensie had other ideas. Wagging her finger at me, "No no no Lace...this is only for the better pair" she cruelly announced, greedily pulling Joe's cock back, her perfect tits engulfing Joe's manhood once more.
Mackensie cupped his balls again, pulling on them in a maneuver that Joe loves. "Did I mention that to her at one point?" I asked myself. Joe moaned out in heavenly pleasure, inching ever closer to blowing a second huge load, but this time for Mackensie....the first time in a long time he'd cum from another woman. "Lace, he's getting closer", Kensie told me as if I couldn't tell, "I'll be nice this time, I promise. Since he's your husband, we can share his big load" she claimed with sincerity. Turning towards me, my rival pressed her glistening tits into mine once again.
Still clutching Joe's cock, she slid his member into the small crevice between our heavenly tits compacted together. Mackensie pulled me into her, trapping Joe in a bear hug between the two women who did battle for him. With the pace of his breathing quickened, Mackensie pulled out his cock to stroke it seductively, in close proximity to my face. She pointed his cock directly at our luscious tits pressed together, yearning to share his sticky load between us. With a guttural groan, Joe began to convulse, basking in the glory of another draining of his balls.
Only this time, it was Mackensie who broke her promise. As streams of his cum shot in the air, Mackensie pulled my husband's cock towards her direction only, robbing me of the sticky prize as she laughed maniacally at my humiliation. Warm sticky cum covered every inch of her already glistening tits, while one volley shot so far that it dripped from her chin. "Oh my god, he got it on her face" I cried silently, tears filling me eyes. Mackensie lapped it up with her tongue, donning a devious smile as a droplet fell from her chin to land on my yearning tits. "It was all for me Lace, your tits didn't deserve any" she taunted.
It was my turn to retreat to the bathroom in embarrassment, having my ego completely shattered at the hands...and tits....of my supposed best friend. Closing the door, I cried just loud enough that Joe and Mackensie could hear, in another Oscar worthy performance. Naturally, I was wounded by the unforgiving erotic contest but was so hot from the sexually-charged encounter. "I want more...we're not done here yet" I told myself in the mirror, fixing my disheveled hair and running mascara, vowing revenge as it had been cruelly exacted on me.
Hearing a knock on the door, I couldn't muster an answer, still too humiliated to speak. The door slowly swung open, with Mackensie appearing no longer in character of the 'conquering wet t-shirt queen'. "Lace...." she began, "Save it Mackensie, there's no need to apologize" I cut her off, wiping away tears. I refused to let Kensie see me cry, since she'd get off from triumphantly claiming my husband, even for just a few minutes. "We should be taking a bow for tonight's performance Kensie." I giggled to her to lighten the mood, "You'd think this catfight was for real the way we're selling it".
"Lace, I have to admit, I can't believe how aroused I am after all this. And did you see Joe's face" Mackensie tried to gently empathize with her defeated friend. "Apologies if I took that last scene too far, I thought I'd return the favor" she smiled, making us both laugh. "But now it's getting late" she comforted me with a hug, still with Joe's sticky cum on her bare tits, "I should really go".
With another devious smile towards Mackensie, I popped my hips out to place my hands on them, "Oh you're not going anywhere honey", I stated playfully, "Who said were we done?" I hinted at a third decisive challenge ahead. Mackensie playfully mimicked my posture in turn, "I thought you'd never ask Lace....now, let's decide once and for all...who is indeed the better woman".
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