The trouble all started in the community garden; my wife’s friend Luisa had planted dwarf pumpkins in the patch next to where Melody was growing sunflowers, and the pumpkins went out of control, strangling my wife’s flowers. Instead of dealing with this like reasonable adults, they took to social media to complain about each other, and the next thing I knew, Melody and I were at Luisa's house one bright Saturday morning for them to fight it out. They tied me to a chair at Luisa's insistence - she was by herself and afraid I'd jump her during the match - then went toe to toe in the center of the room. The furniture had been cleared except for my chair, and I examined them as they got ready to fight, removing their shoes and socks.
My wife Melody is blonde and, I think, quite pretty with deep blue eyes, a small nose and a heart-shaped mouth, all set in a oval face; her blonde hair was cut in a simple, straight cut down to her jaw with heavy bangs. She was wearing a pink T-shirt and long white skirt, and frankly I was a little bit worried for her - her opponent was taller, 5’8” to her 5’5”, heavier with full D-cups to my wife’s handful B-cups, and had broader shoulders and hips. I also knew she was younger, in her late 20’s where my wife is in her early 30s, and was much darker; my wife was slightly tanned from working outside, but Luisa’s naturally dusky skin looked even more tan in the overhead lights than I remembered. Luisa’s curly brown hair was in a very messy long cut - she never bothered doing much more than throwing it up in a sloppy ponytail while gardening - and I hoped my wife would at least be able to grab this easily if it came down to it.
The women closed up to start the fight and Melody landed the first hit, a huge slap that turned Luisa's face with the blow; her opponent came back with her own slap, just as big, and Melody reached back to give her friend another one, but before she could land it Luisa grabbed two handfuls of her blonde hair, yanking her head around. Melody got a similar grip and the two women stumbled around the room, cursing at each other; after a bit of this Luisa switched to one hand, clenching her other into a fist, punching my wife in the stomach. Melody moaned and Luisa hit her in the head, her right fist slamming into my wife's jaw. Melody was reeling, and Luisa finished her attack with a hard knee in the stomach, releasing her grip on my wife's hair; Melody sat down with a heavy grunt.
Luisa reached down and grabbed my wife's T-shirt, pulling it up over her head and trapping her arms; this left Melody's midsection exposed, and her opponent laid in a few painful-looking kicks. Eventually the shirt came free and my wife ended up flat on her back, holding her stomach and gasping. Luisa let her recover, backing off and waiting with her hands on her hips as her blonde opponent got to her feet; my wife looked a bit winded, but got her hands up and closed with her friend. Luisa opened with a straight right at Melody's stomach, but my wife dropped her hands and caught her opponent's wrist; she pulled Luisa towards her, right into a knee to the stomach. Luisa bounced off, covering her tummy and groaning, and my wife kicked her between the legs, Luisa's feet almost coming off the floor with the impact; she shrieked and fell down, and my wife went right after her, unbuckling her opponent's jeans and working them off her hips. Luisa managed to push her away and get up, but she still looked a bit shaky; to my surprise instead of attacking, she whipped her tank top off, then reached behind her to unhook her bra. Some kind of unspoken signal passed between the women as my wife started stripping down too, until they were both completely naked.
They faced off again, circling; Luisa seemed to have recovered in the time it took to remove her clothes, and attacked first with a crisp jab, landing it flush on my wife's jaw. Melody was left stunned as Luisa followed up with a knee between the legs, paying back my wife's earlier dirty kick with a knee strike. Melody screamed, holding herself, and Luisa gave her a shove, pushing her down on the hard floor. Luisa tried to sit down on her, but my wife was struggling with desperate energy, and unseated her quickly; Luisa had to back off as my wife got to her feet, panting. Melody attacked, throwing another kick aimed at her opponent's pussy, but Luisa saw this coming and took the hit on her thigh, coming in on my wife, wrapping her arms around her body and squeezing. Melody went right back at her; I didn't know if this was the smartest move as her opponent was younger, taller and stronger, but there wasn't anything I could do but watch as the two women staggered around the room, attempting to squeeze the life out of each other. To my intense interest, their tits were pressed together, and I wondered if this was my wife's avenue of attack; her smaller, pink nipples looks like they were digging into Luisa's larger, darker ones, and I thought that some of the larger fighter's grunts sounded a little more sexual than ones produced by pure effort. If that was my wife’s plan, though, it didn't come to fruition as both women tripped on one of Melody’s blind back-steps; they fell together, Melody on the bottom, crushed between the hard floor and Luisa's weight, her arms falling off her opponent's body in shock. Luisa still had my wife bearhugged and poured on as much pressure as she could, lifting Melody's torso off the floor, screaming in effort; my wife screamed as well, a strangled cry of pain compared to her opponent's roar of victory.
Luisa worked the hold until her opponent went limp, then gave her one last pulse and released her, standing up as my wife lay crumpled at her feet. "How about it?" Luisa asked, leaning down to rustle Melody's hair. "You had enough now?"
"No," my wife groaned.
"Fine." Luisa backed off and let her get up; my wife looked completely gassed, her face flushed bright red, her body covered in a thick sheen of sweat as she panted. She got her fists up and Luisa did as well; the women closed and I expected Luisa to strike first, but my wife surprised us both, apparently running on pure adrenaline as she launching herself at her opponent, wrapping her arms around her; I thought for a second my wife was going to go squeeze her, but instead with a scream she picked Luisa up off the floor, then slammed her down hard on her back. Luisa was stunned and Melody followed up quickly, laying a few stomps into her opponent's stomach. It looked like these hurt Luisa pretty bad; she moaned loudly with each hit, and when she tried to cover her midsection with her hands, Melody landed an absolutely vicious tit-stomp, crushing her opponent's breast under the bottom of her foot. Luisa rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball, letting out hurt little gasps. Melody pulled her up to all fours in front of her, getting a handful of her opponent's dark hair, yanking her head back so she had to look into her face; my wife drew her free hand back and balled it into a fist: "Give up, now!"
Luisa's response was an uppercut between my wife's legs; her hit slammed into my wife's pussy and Melody screamed, covering her crotch and slowly sinking to her knees. Luisa shakily got to her feet, looping her left arm around my wife's head, pulling her back up to her feet, but keeping her bent over in front of her; she started laying in uppercuts with her right hand, my wife gasping each time her opponent's fist slammed up into her tummy. Melody's arms hang uselessly at her sides; she seemed too stunned and hurt to even cover herself.
"Snap out of it!" I shrieked. "Do something! Hit her back!"
"Hey!" Luisa yelled at me. "You stay out of it!"
Melody didn't take my advice, but the brief pause in her opponent's assault was enough for her to take another tack, reaching between her opponent's legs; I saw Luisa's face freeze in shock as my wife started squeezing her pussy. The dark-haired fighter immediately gave up her hold, trying to push Melody away, but my wife had her hand locked on; Luisa, her eyes screwed shut in agony, got a two-handed grip on her tormentor's arm, trying to pull it away from her crotch. She managed this, but as she took a few ginger steps back it was clear she'd been hurt; she was slightly hunched over, and as my wife came forward to close up with her she fell for a (what looked like from my seat rather obvious) feint. Melody faked a crotch kick that drew Luisa's hands down, then unleashed her real attack, a hook to the jaw that staggered her opponent. Melody came in, bracing her hands on her opponent's shoulders, then slammed her knee up into Luisa's tummy. She put her down with a big right-handed haymaker, her fist slamming into her opponent's mouth; Luisa went down hard, landing on her left side, then flopping onto her back.
"Uh, fuck," she groaned.
"Had enough?" my wife called.
"Not yet." Luisa got to her feet and the women came at each other again.
Both women looked pretty roughed up, and it seemed the fight was going to last much longer; I didn't think either one of them could take much more punishment. My wife attempted to repeat her earlier success faking a crotch kick, but this time Luisa saw it was a feint and blocked Melody's left arm before she could land the gut punch she was looking for. Luisa stepped in, reared her head back and slammed a headbutt into my wife's face; Melody stumbled backwards, eyes glazed, and Luisa had no trouble kicking the blonde fighter's left knee out; Melody went down on her back, grunting as she hit the floor. Luisa sat down on her tummy, got a strong two-handed grip on her hair, then started slamming the back of my wife's head into the hard ground. Melody took six of these before it looked like she was completely knocked out; Luisa released her, standing over her and looking down. My wife had a peaceful if a little undignified look on her face, her eyes closed and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. Instead of pressing the attack Luisa came over to me, resting the palm of her left hand on my right shoulder, leaning on me as we both watched my wife laying on the floor.
"What do you think, is she gonna get up?"
"I hope not," I muttered. "You really fucked her up. Uh, if she does get up, could you finish her off quick?"
"Aaaaaaaah, I'm trying. She's one tough puta, you know that?" Melody had opened her eyes now and was slowly getting to her knees. "For fuck's sake - she doesn’t know when to quit!”
Luisa walked over to her; my wife just had time to get to her feet and get a sloppy guard up - she still looked pretty out of it. The fighters circled: "Your husband just told me to knock you out," Luisa told Melody matter-of-factly. With that she flew at my wife with a haymaker; Melody was still in the fight enough to see this coming and step sideways past it, hitting her opponent with a sharp knee strike as Luisa flew past her. The dark-haired fighter, stopped in her tracks, bent over; Melody pushed her down to her knees and applied a strong-looking standing headscissors, bending over and reaching down to get Luisa's wrists for good measure, pulling them straight out sideways. This didn't look super comfortable for Melody as she ended up leaning on her opponent's back, but I guess it was even worse for Luisa; I could see her legs straining as she tried to power forward and break the hold, but it looked like her sweaty feet were having trouble getting a solid grip on the floor to push off with.
"That's it, babe!" I yelled. "Wear her out!" Melody shot me a wink and then focused on squeezing her opponent's head; I could see the muscles in her legs flexing as she worked the hold. It looked like this was the end of the fight; despite all her struggling, Luisa couldn't get out of this, and she slowly went limp in the hold, until only my wife's thighs around her head and grip on her arms were holding her off the floor; when Melody finally released her, Luisa flopped down on her chest. Melody prodded her with her foot without any response.
"I think you won, honey!" I yelled.
"No, she's got to give up first!" she yelled back.
I held my breath, willing Luisa to just lose; both women were so beaten up and exhausted, if Luisa managed to turn the momentum back her way, that would probably be it. But it looked like I didn’t have much to worry about; Luisa lay helpless as my wife flipped her over onto her back, then sat down on her left side; she locked her left hand around Luisa's neck, although it looked like she wasn't squeezing very hard if at all, and her right hand slid between her opponent's legs. I watched in disbelief as Melody started rubbing Luisa's pussy; this slowly brought the beaten fighter around, and although her eyes only got to half-open, I heard a sharp gasp as Melody slipped two fingers into her snatch. Luisa's arms came off the mat, her hands gripping the arm my wife had around her neck, but it looked like she was just bracing herself and didn't try to escape as Melody started working her clit with her thumb. That was enough to quickly drive her over the edge, her loud panting moan rising and falling as she wildly kicked her legs. She finished, gradually going limp as my wife's fingers slowed and then stopped; Melody pulled back her right hand, wiping it on Luisa's tummy.
"Now are you going to get those fucking pumpkins out of my patch?!" my wife hissed.
"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry! Please, let me up!"
"That's better," Melody purred. She released her vanquished opponent, coming over to untie me as Luisa draped her arm over her eyes. I gave my sweaty wife a quick hug and a kiss; she went to shower in Luisa's bathroom while I made sure the fallen fighter's only real injury was to her pride. My wife's sunflowers ended up coming in great; Luisa switched to tomatoes, and a few weeks later they were apparently back to being best friends.
