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I've save my favourite story from their forum - a masterpiece- and am going to post it here. It'll take 10-15 mins to get it all up. Please, I have to post it in sections due to its length. Don't interrupt the thread with comments that just break up the flow...

i don't know who originally wrote this, it wasn't me but it's too hot a
story not to repost from the original forum



Wife Finally Catfights

This is a true story.

My dream was always to see my wife Karen in a catfight with another wife. 
Now, mind you, I am not the type who wants to see two women, especially 
one who is the mother of my children, in a real street type brawl. First 
off, one of them would stand to get hurt, and I am not into seeing women 
get hurt to indulge my fantasy. Second, a street fight would end up 
getting broken up too soon, or end quickly if one did hurt the other 
badly. And lastly, there would not be the guarantee of seeing the majority 
of their great bodies in a street brawl.

For a year or so, I would let Karen know how much it would turn me on to 
see her wrestle or catfight another woman. At first, she was not exactly 
enamored of the idea. We are talking about a sexy, beautiful, classy lady 
here who was never in a fight in her life. 

But I kept bringing it up, and actually got her to watch some wrestling 
tapes, always making sure I showed her matches of the novice types who 
were also petite like Karen. It was great just to watch them with her. One 
day she mentioned that the girls we were watching fight on tape were not 
that good. I asked her if she thought she could hold her own or beat one 
of them. She actually said she thought she could! I knew I was on my way!

Finally, being the persistent soul that I am, I actually convinced Karen
that she should give it a try. Her requests were that it be another wife 
close to her age and size, one who had not had a match yet either, that 
they be nice, professional people like us, and there would be no hidden 
agenda such as wife swapping, etc. They must also be a couple from out of 
town that we did not know in order to maintain discretion.

She told me to see if I could find that perfect couple. I guess she 
thought I never would.

Thank you, internet!! After a couple months of going to female wrestling 
groups and chat rooms, I finally found a husband who had the same desires 
as me, with a wife that seemed the perfect match. Both Ken and I were more 
excited than I can describe. After tons of chats and a few phone calls 
between him and me, we finally developed enough trust with each other to 
exchange pictures of the wives- with their permission of course.

Both Ken and I were in awe when we saw the pictures- two blonde haired 
mothers and wives, both in their early 40’s, both about 5’3”, 115-120, and 
both very pretty, cute, sexy women- the kind that would be the perfect 
“girl next door” types. And neither had ever been in a fight in her life, 
both very sweet, great girls.

We finally got Karen and Tammy to talk on the phone, and after the 
conversation even they knew that the perfect opponent had been found. They 
had a great talk about the children in each family, their mutual love of 
shopping, the weather, etc. The only mention of the match was that they 
both loved each of their husbands to the point that they would actually 
give this a try- even though they both though Ken and I were crazy! The 
only problem was that we lived 500 miles apart. They both agreed they 
would leave the details to Ken and me.

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We set a date to meet in mid-June, 2006. The catfight was 2 months away. 
This gave Ken and me enough time to work out the details as far as rules, 
attire, how many rounds, etc. And, all during this time of our 
conversations, we would run our wishes and ideas by the wives to get their 
ok and to keep them informed.

Here in a nutshell is what was agreed upon. 

The wives would catfight with hairpulling allowed. There would be no 
punching, no kicking, nothing to the face at all, and no choking. The 
girls would start on their knees- no standing at all was to be allowed- to 
keep this fight as safe as possible for the girls.

The first round would be fought in very sexy, risqué, loose fitting 
lingerie. Our idea was to not have Karen and Tammy start topless, but once 
they started to fight we knew that the tops would not stay in place would 
allow us to see their breasts – and we knew that they would be so busy 
fighting, the fact that tops were out of sorts would not be a big deal to 
them. They both liked that idea, as neither wanted to come right out 
topless to start, but both knew and agreed that they would fight topless. 
This was the perfect way to “break the ice” of topless action. The 
remainder of the rounds would be fought topless and in thongs.

We did not set an exact number of rounds for the girls to fight. We had no 
idea how long each round would go, and did not want to be foolish enough 
to make this a best 2 out of 3, or 3 out of 5 type match. We all agreed
that they would fight to submission, and then take a nice break to 
recover, then fight again, and do this as many times as possible until 
both Karen and Tammy agreed it was enough. Whoever was ahead at that point 
would be the winner.

The most important thing to me and Ken was that both the wives had agreed 
that they would fight to win and both expected and knew the match would be 
real and very competitive. We all understood that this was not to be a
“roll around and giggle” session – that would be a total waste of time. 
Both wives readily acknowledged that they each really wanted to win, but 
both also agreed that win or lose they wanted the fight to be competitive 
and hoped that they would be evenly enough matched so that Ken and me got 
to see a great catfight regardless of who won. PERFECT!!!

Karen and I talked about the match many times as mid-June approached, and 
our sex was the best ever! Ken informed me that he and Tammy experienced 
the same type conversations and sexual enjoyment. Finally, THE WEEKEND 
arrived.

We met Ken and Tammy at a town midway between us- about 250 miles from 
home for each of us. We rented a private cabin on a lake in the middle of 
a wooded area so that we would have total privacy. The cabin was about 15 
miles from town. We met them in town at a nice restaurant for our very 
first face to face meeting. Ken was 42 years old and a really nice guy.
His wife Tammy was 41 years old, 5’3”, 115, nicely toned arms in a very 
feminine way, a very pretty face and cute smile, with a personality that 
was as warm and friendly and outgoing as one could ever hope for. Her hair 
was blonde, about shoulder length, and very pretty. Her breasts were about 
a “B”cup, and her tits were perfectly proportional for her build. She was 
just a very pretty, classy, warm woman.


I could immediately tell that Ken approved of my wife Karen’s appearance. 
Heck, who wouldn’t? Karen is also 5’3”, 40 years old at that time, and was 
weighting about 118. Karen has a face that is as pretty and cute as any 
cover-girl model, with an infectiously beautiful smile that would light up 
any room, and radiant sandy blonde hair just above her shoulders with
gorgeous green eyes. Her legs are perfectly toned and sexy, and her 
breasts are a very nice pair of 34C’s. Oh, and one more thing, Karen has 
the absolutely perfect ass. I mean perfect! No sagging rear end here- a 
butt that proudly sits up nice and tight and shaped to perfection. Her 
face and ass are both to die for!

One of the things I will never forget at that first meeting was the warmth 
and kindness that both Karen and Tammy extended to each other, all the 
while very discreetly checking each other’s bodies out from top to bottom. 
Neither one of them missed a single detail of the other, and I really 
don’t think either one of them was aware that both Ken and I noticed it 
clear as a bell.

We sat down to dinner and spent a great couple hours really getting to 
know each other. Clearly, these were the type of people that we would have 
been best friends with if they had lived in our area.

We probably only spent about 20 minutes of the entire evening talking
about the main event to take place the following evening. But the one
thing I remember that stood out to me was a comment that Tammy made, and 
one that Karen immediately agreed with. Tammy commented that it was pretty 
amazing that both she and Karen knew the main reason they were there- and 
that was to fight each other. She said that after meeting Karen, she and 
Karen would be best friends if they lived nearby. But the very next night 
they would be fighting each other and fighting hard to defeat the other, 
with absolutely no reason to be fighting except for the fact that Ken and 
I wanted to see them fight. She was exactly right! They would be pulling 
each other’s hair, fighting hard to make the other quit, really going 
after each other, doing this 99% naked—and all just because we husbands 
wanted to see our wives catfight. And they were willing to do it, though 
neither had ever been in a fight in her life! AMAZING!!!

After dinner we all went to the cabin. It was a great place, perfectly 
nestled in the woods, and about 50 yards from a lake. But the best thing 
about it was the large den area which would serve as a perfect catfight 
arena. The girls helped Ken and me move furniture out of the den area. We 
set up the mats we had brought with us, and used all the sofa cushions and 
extra pillows to line the perimeter of the matted area to be sure neither 
girl could accidentally hit their head on a wall or anything once the 
fighting got underway if the action took them off the mats.

We went and sat by the kitchen table, talked awhile, and then retired to 
our separate bedrooms to get some sleep as the long day of driving, 
wining, and dining had us ready for a great night of sleep. Of course, I
had to make love to my sexy Karen first- then slept like a log.

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The next day, Ken and I played golf while the girls went into town to 
shop. About 4 pm we met the girls in town for a nice, early dinner, then 
it was back to the cabin for the evening of catfighting.




After sitting and talking a bit, we all decided it was the time we had 
waited for. It was about 7 pm, and the girls went to the bedrooms to put 
on their lingerie for round one. Ken and I sat on the sofa just removed
from the catfight “pit” and anxiously awaited our beauties entrance into 
the room. Both Karen and Tammy came out at the same time, and, wow, what a 
site they were.

Tammy was in a royal blue babydoll, with the top hanging loosely just
below her tits and sheer enough to clearly see her breasts and nipples as 
if she were topless. She was wearing a matching royal blue bottom that was 
also sheer and loose fitting, showing both her wonderful ass cheeks and 
the matching royal blue g-string. She looked great!

Karen was wearing exactly the same babydoll, but her’s was black, which 
contrasted magnificently with her blonde hair and sexy green eyes. It was 
no accident that the girls had the same babydoll- this was planned to a 
“T”, as Ken and I had ordered them from the same company and same model, 
just making sure the colors were different. Both girls were barefoot, and 
all jewelry, including wedding rings, was removed. 

The girls smiled at us and each other, and took to the mats to stretch 
their petite, wonderful bodies before the battle began. It was time for 
them to catfight! My dream, as well as Ken’s, was about to come true, and 
I must admit feeling some nervousness as fight time approached, hoping my 
Karen would be able to do ok, and at least hold her own. We had all agreed 
the girls would really fight, by the rules of course, and neither would do 
anything but her best to win each and every round.

I was nervous with anticipation to see how Karen would react when Tammy 
went after her. Would she fight back hard, would she be able to have that 
“refuse to lose” mentality, would she be mentally tough enough to hang in 
there when she was in trouble, would she just give up real fast when in 
trouble, would she be able to handle losing if she did……all these 
questions and more were racing thru my head. Both Ken and I knew that 
while neither girl said it out loud, neither of them wanted to lose to the 
other. No way would any woman want another woman to make her look bad in 
front of her husband. Without a word of it spoken, we knew and could sense 
there was a great deal of female pride on the line here.

Finally, they stood up and said they were ready. Ken and I brought them 
together in the middle of the mats and went over the rules one more time. 
They both said they understood. The girls smiled at each other, shook 
hands, and got to their knees to start the fight. I looked at the clock. 
It was 7:20 pm. We each kissed our wives and wished them luck. We then 
said “fight”!

Immediately Tammy went after Karen like a bat out of hell! She charged 
from her knees and got her head and shoulder into Karen’s body and drove 
her back hard onto the mats. She was all over Karen in a flash, with Karen 
already on her back and Tammy’s chest on Karen’s chest. Tammy grabbed a 
handful of Karen’s hair with her right hand and pulled- hard. A yelp came 
from Karen’s mouth, but my sexy little fighter got the idea real fast and 
grabbed two handfuls of Tammy’s blonde hair and yanked her head to the 
side. Legs were all wrapped together, sexy thighs entwined, tops already 
showing sexy tit flesh as the tops rode up, nipples in contact with 
nipples, as they continued to pull each other’s hair fighting side by 
side. These two were really going at each other – this was a fast and 
furious catfight! Exactly what we had hoped for! 

Tammy tried to get back on top of Karen, and just as she was making her 
move to mount my wife, Karen realized what those gorgeous legs were for, 
and wrapped her thighs around Tammy’s ribs, locked her ankles, and 
squeezed. You could see the pained expression on Tammy’s precious face, 
but she was still hanging in there, until Karen rolled Tammy to her side 
and applied the scissors even harder. A loud moan emerged from Tammy, 
quickly followed by a slap of her hand to the mats signaling her 
submission. Karen immediately relinquished the hold, and Tammy rolled away 
to the side, laying there momentarily to collect herself. Karen’s face lit 
up in an expression of pride and joy, realizing she had won the first 
round.

I went to her, knelt beside her, hugged her and kissed her. She stood up, 
her hair already a mess from the hairpulling, adjusted her top, all the
while beaming with that gorgeous smile. Her hands were shaking, obviously 
from the nerves, and she walked to sit on the sofa. Ken was helping Tammy 
to her feet, and we all went to the sofa to relax and talk some. The first 
round lasted all of 2 minutes, but it was amazing! Tammy told Karen 
congrats on the first round win, and said she had just learned a valuable 
lesson about watching out for those body scissors.

This was amazing! These two women had been friendly before they started, 
then fought like they hated each other for 2 minutes, then seemed to be 
best of friends again- amazing!

After about 5 minutes, the girls got up to go their respective bedrooms to 
get rid of the lingerie. We all knew from here on out it was topless, 
thong action the rest of the way. Ken and I- alone for a few minutes while 
the girls were changing- looked at each other in awe of what we had just 
seen. Ken told me, “Hey, we wanted a serious catfight, that looks like
what we are in for”. I could not have agreed more.

A couple minutes later, Karen walked out topless and in a lavender thong 
that was more of a g-string than a thong. She looked stunning! A minute 
later, Tammy came out topless in her white thong, that wasn’t quite as 
miniscule as Karen’s. Our two beautiful topless wives sat there with us 
and talked a minute or two until I asked if they were ready for round two. 
Neither girl hesitated- up on their feet in a flash and walking right to 
the center of the mats. Their asses looked phenomenal.

They both got to their knees to start round two. Both Ken and I got to our 
feet, and walked around different sides of the mats to get the best 
possible views of round two about to begin. Ken shouted for them to fight. 
Tammy and my Karen both reached their hands out for the other’s, both had 
smiles on their faces as their hands clasped, and once the struggle 
started the smiles were replaced with looks of determination. 

As they struggled in this test of arm strength, Karen’s breasts moved 
sensually, her nipples getting longer by the second. As if on cue both 
wives released the hand grips and grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair 
each, pulling hard. The girls remained on their knees, fighting to stay 
upright as their heads were yanked from side to side with pretty vicious 
hairpulling. Tammy suddenly got one of her arms around Karen’s head, 
nailing a great headlock on Karen as her other hand continued to viciously 
pull Karen’s hair. The look on Tammy’s face was one of a fierce competitor 
determined to exact revenge for her first round loss.

Tammy threw her bodyweight into Karen’s side and she took Karen down, the 
headlock still locked on like a vice. Karen went down hard in a thud as 
Tammy maintained the brutal headlock with one arm as her other hand 
continued to yank hard on Karen’s sandy blonde locks. All the while Karen 
still had one hand in Tammy’s hair, but she did not seem to be hurting
Tammy enough to make Tammy release either grip she had on Karen.

Tammy maneuvered her body perfectly, and now had her chest across Karen’s 
face, one of Tammy’s breasts half covering Karen’s face with Tammy’s 
nipple almost in Karen’s eye. Karen’s face was turning somewhat red as 
Tammy continued to apply the headlock and pressure to Karen, Karen’s 
g-string was all the way into her ass, her pussy lips beautifully exposed. 
Karen’s ass muscles tightened as she strained to try and get out of this 
headlock, beads of perspiration forming on her back.

Tammy legs and ass looked sexy as hell as she maintained the headlock, and 
she was grunting with determination as she kept her breast on Karen’s
face. Ken was shouting for Tammy to kick Karen’s ass and finish her off. 
But Karen refused to submit, her fighting spirit now on display and 
undeniable. I saw no way for Karen to get out of this predicament, but I 
shouted for her to pull the bitch’s hair harder. Ken and I were only a 
foot or two away from the catfighting wives, moving around to get the best 
possible views of both the action and their sexy bodies.

Tammy continued to work her body away from Karen’s legs so as to avoid any 
repeat of the punishing bodyscissors Karen had clamped on her in round 
one. Karen was being manhandled, but she did have Tammy’s hair and was 
alternately yanking hard, the relaxing, then yanking even harder. Tammy’s 
head was being pulled back and to the left, her neck at an angle that was 
not natural. Tammy’s eyes showed the pain she was feeling in her neck and 
scalp, but the tough, petite Tammy would not let up one bit with the 
devastating headlock she had in place. Tammy started using her other hand 
to even yank harder on Karen’s hair. Finally, Karen submitted the round, 
her face red and sweaty. The two wives rolled away from each other and lay 
on the mat breathing heavily and both sweating in moderation. I went to 
Karen’s aid to see if she was ok and noticed tears in her eyes. I helped 
her up and led her back to our bedroom. Neither girl said a word to each 
other as we left the catfight room. The round had lasted seven minutes, 
with Karen’s head in Tammy’s devastating headlock for at least six of the 
minutes .I sensed the tone of the evening was changing

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Once I got back into our bedroom with Karen, I hugged and kissed her and 
asked if she was ok. Her reply amazed me. She said that she couldn’t wait 
to get back out there and even the score with that bitch. I told her that 
the score was even. Karen replied that she wanted to even the score for 
what Tammy did to her the last round.

“Can you believe she had her nipple in my eye for most of the time we were 
fighting?” she asked. Karen continued. “I can understand if it happed for 
a moment. But she could see where her nipple was, and she did all she 
could to keep it in my eye. She definitely was trying to humiliate me!”

I tried to calm her down, but to no avail. She would hear none of it, and 
told me that she was going to kick Tammy’s ass once they resumed. I 
couldn’t wait. This was really getting better and better. What a fight it 
had been so far- but the best was yet to come.



I rubbed her face down with a cool hand cloth, gently, and kissed that
precious face. Karen’s look was one of determination I had never before 
seen in her eyes. I told her to take her time and come back out when she 
was ready. I patted her gorgeous ass, caressed those ass cheeks, and 
headed back to the sofa by the “fight pit”.

Ken was sitting there alone as Tammy had gone back to her room as well. He 
asked if I sensed what he sensed. I asked what he meant. Ken stated “I 
think this fight is heating up and the girls are not feeling so friendly 
any more.” He went on to add that Tammy enjoyed kicking Karen’s ass the 
last round and expected Karen to come out more intensely in round three. 
He also said that Tammy intended to fight even harder than she had up to 
this point, and she had every intention of showing Ken that she was a 
better woman than Karen and could win this fight. I told Ken that Karen is 
pissed about the nipple to the eye and said she would kick Tammy’s ass in 
round three. We both knew that this catfight was about to go to the next 
level.

A few minutes later Tammy re-entered the room, her bare breasts swaying as 
she walked. She had also changed from her white thong to a red g-string 
which looked more like dental floss than a piece of clothing. It was 
obvious that she was not going to let Karen put more of her body on 
display than she was. Tammy came to sit on the sofa next to Ken, and bent 
over first to pick up her cup of water. Her ass cheeks spread as she bent 
over, fully showing her beautiful ass and her pussy lips that her g-string 
had no chance to fully conceal. She looked magnificent.

As we made small talk for a minute or two, Karen came back into the room, 
wearing her same g-string and looking fabulous. She walked straight to the 
center of the mats and asked if we were all ready for the next round. She 
was definitely ready to fight and had no intention of socializing with 
Tammy. There was no smile on her face.

Tammy quickly got to her feet and did not hesitate to walk right out to 
the center of the mats where Karen was standing. She was not smiling
either.

Sensing what was going on, I quickly got up, Ken following right behind 
me. I walked up to both of the wives and stated “Girls, I sense that both 
of you are about to get involved in an even more intense catfight than we 
have seen up to this point. We all know that the rules must be followed by 
both of you. Are there any changes you want to make? If so, you both must 
agree. It is imperative that both of you honor the rules at all times”.

Karen was the first to say, “Well, it is obvious that it is now ok to 
stick your nipples in the the other’s eye and keep it there”. Tammy 
responded that she did not do that on purpose to which Karen said “BS”. 

“Come on, girls, are there any rules you want to change?” asked Ken.




Karen suggested that they start the rounds from here on out from a 
standing position, no more kneeling starts. Tammy agreed. Tammy then said 
that she saw no reason why tits could not be grabbed and squeezed. Karen 
quickly accepted, but I added one proviso- namely, that fingernails could 
not be dug into the titty flesh. Grabbing and squeezing were ok, but no 
nails digging in. Both women readily agreed. In order to be sure that 
neither woman’s breasts would be harmed by nails, I asked that they each 
be willing to go back to their rooms and cut the nails all the way back. 
They both agreed and did so. Five minutes later we were all back on the 
mats.

Ken stated the he was sorry for having blurted out in the previous round 
for Tammy to kick Karen’s ass, and asked both Karen and I if that had 
bothered either of us. We both said that was all a part of it, and we all 
agreed that it was perfectly ok to say whatever we wanted. The girls were 
also told that it was ok for them to say whatever they wanted to each
other during the fighting. We all agreed that we were all adults; we had 
heard every expression ever uttered, we were in a private setting, and it 
was natural for both the fighting women and their men watching to want to 
say things in the heat of battle. 

Both women promised to adhere to the rules. Ken and I each kissed our 
wives, wished them luck, and stepped from the center of the mats to the 
outer edges. Our two bare breasted warriors, wearing only the tiniest of 
g-strings stood about five feet apart waiting for the signal to start 
round three. There were no smiles on either face at all, only looks of 
sheer determination. This was going to be one hell of a catfight between 
two sexy wives determined to prove who the better woman was. 

Once I signaled for them to start, neither woman wasted any time. They 
both moved fast to each other, their chests meeting with a thud as both 
women immediately grabbed two handfuls of hair. What a site to see! Tammy 
and Karen’s breasts were mashed into each other’s, both women standing, 
their heads being pulled back by the grips on the hair in the back of 
their heads. They moved over a very small area in the center of the mats, 
trying to maintain balance, pained expressions on their faces as the 
brutal hairpulling continued.

Karen seemed to be inflicting the most pain, as Tammy’s moans and facial 
expressions showed the pain she was experiencing. But then Tammy got her 
foot behind Karen’s ankles and surged forward with her body weight, 
tripping Karen. The two women went down hard, hit the mats, both still 
having both hands in the other’s hair.

They rolled over and over, one way then the other, one gaining the 
advantage, then the other appearing to have better position. All the while 
their great, toned legs were fully entwined with the other’s legs, their 
chests were together, nipples on nipples, faces only inches apart as the 
double fisted hairpulling continued for each. The sliver of g-string was
well into each of their pussies as four beautiful pussy lips were fully 
exposed. And, geez, they were fighting like wildcats! I could not believe 
the fight I was seeing my wife involved in against another wife of similar 
age and size.

Then Tammy made the first move using the new rules. She released one of 
her hands from Karen’s hair and latched onto Karen’s right breast, and she 
really squeezed it hard. Karen yelped as Tammy dug in. Karen’s titty flesh 
was oozing out between Tammy’s fingers She had a hell of a grip on Karen’s 
right tit.




Karen responded by freeing her left hand from Tammy’s hair and grabbing 
Tammy’s right breast as well. She applied as serious of a grip onto 
Tammy’s tit as Tammy had on Karen’s breast. The rolling over and over had 
stopped. They were in a static position, thighs wrapped together, one hand 
of each wife pulling the hell out of her adversary’s hair, the other hand 
squeezing a tit as hard as she could. It was a good thing that I had 
required that nails be cut off, because as hard as they were squeezing
each other’s breasts I can assure you that fingernails would have been
digging into their beautiful tits and inflicting some damage – more than 
either needed or had bargained for.

They remained in this stalemated position for a minute or two, the only 
sounds we heard were moans of pain from each as the hairpulling and tit 
mauling continued. Their legs were moving a bit, their ass muscles 
tightening over and over again, and those pussies in full view. I am a 
major admirer of my wife’s perfect ass, and I can tell you that it never 
looked tighter or sexier than it did while Karen was fighting at this very 
moment. Their cute and beautiful faces had expressions of pain and 
determination. Their bodies never looked better, but they were in one hell 
of a vicious fight. I could not believe what I was watching!

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Tammy then changed tactics. I believe she felt that her tit mauling of
Karen’s right tit was doing more damage to Karen than her hairpulling was, 
so she released her one handed hairpull and used that free hand to latch 
onto Karen’s left breast as well. She know had both of Karen’s tits in her 
hands and was squeezing for all she was worth. Karen obviously was 
hurting, and she released Tammy’s tit and used her hand to get it under 
Tammy’s chin and started to push Tammy’s head back into a very awkward 
position, all the while using the other hand to pull Tammy’s head back in 
the same direction. Karen’s strategy worked, and Tammy released Karen’s 
breasts and used her hands to try and get Karen’s hand from under her 
chin. As she did, her body separated enough from Karen for Karen to be 
able to use her legs and feet to push Tammy away- and hard. Tammy flew 
back onto her ass away from Karen, the girls now separated.

Both women got to their feet. Their hair was a mess, and they were both 
breathing very fast and hard. Their beautiful breasts were moving up and 
down with every breath. Both women’s tits showed the effect of the 
aggressive squeezing they had undergone. Both of Karen’s tits were 
reddened and still had the finger marks of where Tammy’s fingers had dug 
in. Tammy’s right breast was similar to both of Karen’s mammaries. The two 
women circled slowly, obviously using this brief break in the action to
collect themselves and regain their wind and stamina.

Ken shouted out to Tammy that she was doing great and that she would kick 
Karen’s ass. Before I could shout my encouragement to Karen, Karen told 
Tammy “There is no way you are going to win, bitch.” Tammy replied “I am 
going to kick your ass, you fucking cxnt!” To which Karen replied “Fuck 
you, whore. Let’s go, fight, you flat chested cxnt!”

I could not believe what I was hearing! Karen had never spoken like that 
the entire 18 years of our marriage. This was amazing, and there was no 
way I was going to interfere. I shouted to Karen to teach that bitch a 
lesson and kick her ass. They rushed at each other. Karen attacked low 
this time, and put a shoulder into Tammy’s waist, basically tackling her! 
Karen’s legs drove hard, and she actually lifted Tammy’s feet slightly off 
the mats and drove her down hard to the mats, her shoulder driving right 
into Tammy’s stomach as they hit the deck.

One could all but hear the wind come out of Tammy’s sails, and Karen was 
all over her in a second. Karen grabbed Tammy’s hair as Karen was right on 
top of Tammy, and Karen’s tits were above Tammy’s tits. Tammy was dazed. 
Karen moved up higher on Tammy and got her tits all over Tammy’s face as 
she straddled Tammy. Karen was using her tits to smother Tammy’s face, and 
no doubt exacting revenge for the nipple to the eye move that Tammy had 
used on her in the prior round. Women don’t forget!

Tammy’s legs were flailing wildly. She was panicked both from having some 
wind driven from her lungs from Karen’s “tackle”, and now her inability to 
breathe as Karen’s tits were all over her face and nose and mouth. And 
Karen was still pulling the shit out of Tammy’s hair, too. What a site 
Karen’s ass was as she was mounted on Tammy, a knee on each side of 
Tammy’s body, and leaning over to keep her tits on Tammy’s face. Her ass 
cheeks looked perfect, and that tiny g-string was so far into her pussy it 
was if she were nude. Her pussy looked incredible.

I heard Karen tell Tammy, “Give up, bitch, while you still can” Tammy, in 
a muffled voice, said she gave and she tapped the mat hard with her hand. 
Karen stood up, but still had Tammy’s hair in her hand, and gave her one 
last hard tug as she moved away from Tammy. Tammy just lay there, 
breathing hard as she tried to catch her breath back, and Ken rushed to 
his fallen wife to assist and comfort her. That round had lasted 7 
minutes, with the second part of that round taking only 90 seconds.

Karen stood and walked to me as I rushed to her. We embraced and Karen 
gave me a very sexy, deep kiss as my hands grabbed and caressed her ass 
from behind. I got Karen a glass of water as she sat on the sofa. Tammy 
was still on her back on the mat with Ken at her side. I heard slight sobs 
from Tammy. Not once did Karen ask if she were ok. When Tammy got up, I 
asked both girls if that was enough for the night. Karen immediately said 
that she would fight all night if that is what it took to win the fight. 
Tammy stopped in her tracks, turned to Karen and said, “I will be right 
back. This fight is not over.” With that, she and Ken left the room and
went to their bedroom.

I followed Ken and Tammy to their room and told them to take as much time 
as Tammy needed before returning to continue the catfight. Tammy went into 
the bathroom, and Ken thanked me for the time extension, though we had no 
hard and fast rule dealing with breaks between rounds. I asked Ken if he 
thought it was a good idea to let the girls continue this fight, given the 
escalation of emotions and anger. Ken told me that as he and Tammy were 
walking to the room ahead of me, he had asked Tammy that exact question. 
Tammy had told him that there was no way he was to either interfere or 
stop the fight. She told him that the agreed upon rules before the fight 
were that Tammy and Karen would decide when the fight was over. I had my 
answer and now knew that this catfight between these two petite mothers 
and beautiful wives was not over.

I went back to the sofa to join my sexy, little wife Karen. She was 
finishing her water and relaxing. I asked if she was ok, and she assured 
me that she was. I told her that I had told Ken and Tammy to take as much 
time as they wanted before returning. As I was finishing my words, I saw 
Tammy and Ken re-enter. Tammy walked to the mat, opting not to join us on 
the sofa. She asked if we were ready to see round four.

I kissed Karen as she was starting to stand, wishing her luck. I watched 
her sexy ass as she walked away, ready to confront Tammy again. The two 
women stood facing each other about ten feet apart. What happened next 
blew me away. 

Tammy looked Karen right in the eye, then proceeded to take her g-string 
off, stepping out of it and tossing it to her husband Ken. She looked at
Karen and asked her if she was woman enough to fight her nude. Karen 
replied that her g-string was bothersome anyway and irritating as it 
worked its way up her crotch as she fought. Karen, without hesitation, 
stepped out of her g-string and tossed it to me, just as Tammy had done 
with her g-string.

I was now looking at these two amazing wives, standing nude in the middle 
of the mats, waiting to continue what had become a much more intense and 
vicious catfight than any of us had ever imagined would take place.

Ken shouted for the girls to fight, and boy, did they ever. Karen and 
Tammy rushed each other and Tammy side stepped Karen, grabbed her hair and 
threw Karen down by her hair. Karen went down to the mats and Tammy 
literally lunged at her. Karen rolled away a bit, but Tammy was still able 
to get on top of Karen, with Karen on her back. What a beautiful site as 
Karen was on her back, her legs wide open, struggling to get off her back 
with her pussy wide open and fully on display. Tammy was on top Karen, 
fighting to keep Karen under her, her pussy and ass also fully displayed. 
Both women had their female sex wide open as they fought each other.

Karen was bucking her hips up, time after time, trying to throw Tammy off 
her, but to no avail. Then Karen tried to get her hips turned to get to 
her side, desperately trying to get off her back. Karen really threw her 
hips hard to one side, and successfully got to her side. Tammy, having
lost her top position, was still in great position as her chest was to 
Karen’s back also on her side. Tammy tried to get her legs around Karen’s 
midsection, while at the same time latching both her hands onto Karen’s 
tits. Tammy dug her fingers into Karen’s tits harder than ever. Karen 
screamed out in pain from the attack to her tits, and dug her fingers into 
Tammy’s wrists, trying desperately to get Tammy’s hands away from her 
proud rack.

Karen’s move worked as she was able not only to get Tammy’s hands off her 
hurting breasts, but she now had control of Tammy’s hands. Quickly Karen 
got to her knees and turned to face Tammy, still holding strongly onto
Tammy’s wrists. Both women were on their knees, and Karen pulled Tammy 
close to her by the wrists, then released her grip on Tammy’s wrists and 
got her left arm around Tammy’s neck, with Tammy’s head pushed down. Karen 
worked her way around Tammy, getting behind her and to her side, still 
maintaining the headlock. Karen taunted Tammy, telling her “I have you 
now, cxnt” Tammy’s reply was “Fuck you, bitch” her head still being forced 
down by Karen’s headlock. Karen then shocked me with her next reply. “You 
wanted to take off the g-strings and include our pussies in the action, 
well, ok” With that she used her free hand to reach between Tammy’s legs 
and she grabbed onto Tammy’s pussy, grabbing a whole handful of trimmed 
blonde bush and pussy flesh. Karen pushed forward hard with her body 
weight, forcing Tammy flat onto her stomach with Karen behind her on her 
back, both the headlock and pussy hold still in place.

It was amazing to see Karen’s hand in the crack of Tammy’s precious ass, 
especially knowing that she had a firm grip on Tammy’s pussy. My wife was 
showing a side of herself to me I had never seen before and didn’t know 
existed. While in full control of Tammy, and on her back, she asked Tammy 
if she was ready to submit. Tammy once again told Karen to go fuck 
herself. Karen then said, “No, Tammy, I think I will fuck you, and show 
both husbands that you are not nearly the woman or wife that I am.”

With that said, Karen then inserted two fingers into Tammy’s pussy, and 
started to work her from behind. Tammy cried out “No”, but her hips said 
“Yes” Amazingly, Tammy’s ass and hips started to rise and fall as Karen’s 
fingers fucked her vagina. Tammy began to moan, and Karen continued to 
work her. I could not believe what I was watching. Neither Ken nor I said 
a word, and there was no way we were going to stop this.

Tammy rose to her knees, Karen had released the headlock and now had that 
free hand on Tammy’s left breast, not trying to hurt it, but working it
sensually as her other hand was well into Tammy’s pussy, working the
insides of Tammy’s beautiful cxnt. Even Karen now was starting to moan as 
she felt Tammy’s wetness on her fingers.

Karen then turned Tammy to her back, laying on the left and to the side of 
Tammy, her right hand still in Tammy’s pussy and her left hand now on 
Tammy’s right breast. Tammy started to suck on Karen’s right nipple while 
her hand worked Karen’s left breast and nipple. Both women were breathing 
heavily, then Karen moved her breast out of Tammy’s mouth and stuck her 
tongue between Tammy’s lips and started to kiss her. Tammy took the cue 
and aggressively began to kiss Karen, the two of them passionately kissing 
as Karen continued to finger fuck Tammy, Tammy’s hips moving a mile a 
minute.

All of a sudden, Tammy’s lithe body tensed up, she moved her mouth from 
Karen’s and screamed out as her love juices started to flow down her 
thighs. Karen held her as she convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. Then they 
both just lay there, side by side, still softly caressing each other’s 
bodies, and kissing gently. Karen had her hand on Tammy’s ass, really
feeling and exploring the curves and form of her first female ass she had 
ever touched. She was obviously enjoying it, as her hand worked Tammy’s 
ass ever so softly and gently, feeling every curve and running her finger 
occasionally up the crack of Tammy’s ass. They must have laid there 
together for 5 minutes, kissing and fondling.

Ken and I, both sporting major hard ons, just looked at each other and 
asked, “How in the hell did that happen?” But like I said before, there
was no way we were going to interfere once the fight turned erotic. This 
was so amazing to both Ken and me. Neither of our wives had ever been 
sexual with a woman before, and neither wife had ever even expressed any 
type of bi-curiosity. What we had just witnessed was indescribable.

Finally the girls got up, now both smiling their asses off and joined us 
on the sofa. We hugged and kissed them both, not knowing what in the hell 
to say. Tammy spoke up and said that she would fight Karen again anytime 
we wanted to see them fight again. Karen said that she felt the same way, 
but next time the last round had to take place in bed. We all laughed, but 
no one disagreed.

[simcock]

Ken asked if they were surprised at how intense the catfight had become. 
Both wives stated that they never had done this before, and both admitted 
that they did not want to lose to the other in front of their husbands. 
The competitive juices just started to flow, and they were not aware that 
they were not supposed to fight that hard. After all, we husbands had 
insisted that this was real and both girls were supposed to try and win. 

We asked if they would fight that hard next time. Karen said that she was 
sure they would. The only difference being that they may not feel the
animosity that crept in during the fight, since they now had done this 
once and knew what to expect. Tammy concurred, but added that both she and 
Karen obviously have competitive pride. Tammy acknowledged that she lost 
the fight, and would try even harder next time to win, even if that meant 
fighting even harder. She asked if it was wrong for either of them to have 
a real desire to win in this much of a competitive event. All 4 of us 
agreed that something would be wrong if both did not feel the desire to 
win. After all, who in the hell gets into a competitive situation and 
doesn’t prefer winning over losing?

But both Tammy and Karen admitted that the erotic ending was a major turn 
on for them both, and no matter what, next time there would be an erotic 
ending. Both gorgeous wives said that the erotic ending was a perfect way 
for them to “make up” and rekindle their friendship after such a 
competitive fight.

Ken and I just nodded in agreement!! Who are we to argue with that logic?

[simcock]

Well, that for me was the best catfight story I ever read, taken from the now defunct biatchfightuk forum. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. A masterpiece.

[Wondering48]

Love this story, just can't remember if it was exactly this one or another one close to it. Either way thanks for reposting because it is a great story.

[samonline]

Though I am not that fan of any sexual angle to a catfight/girlfight other than sexual dominance by the winner(as in ultimate surrender), I kinda liked this story. The way it is written and the descriptions. Well done. Like to see more from you.

[ooreach]

wow. I aspire to be able to write that well, someday.

[adventerer2003]

This is my favorite catfight story! I read this a few Years ago. Never saw pics. I would love to read about any other matches his wife did for him. This is extremely exciting!

[carolsingapore76]

Loved this story feeling it all the way

[Samoa Joe]

Outstanding, great build up and loved borh ladies who made a connection were still so determined to battle for their husbands!! Love it!!