It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Maya rang the doorbell. We weren’t expecting anyone, and Ann beat me to the door; she looked through the peephole and screeched “Bitchasaurus Rex is here!” Before I could stop her she’d opened the door; sure enough Maya was there, dressed in a modest fluffy cream turtleneck sweater and black pants.
“Ah hah! I know you!” she told my wife before turning to me. “And you too!”
“You’d better come in,” I sighed. We all went to the living room; I sat on the couch next to Ann, across from Maya in one of the easy chairs. It was weird seeing her face to face instead of spying on her from behind a shrub.
"Well," Maya crossed her thick legs, dangling one shoe off her foot, "did you two peepers like the show?"
"Yeah," my wife admitted. "You really kicked her ass."
"Did you take any pictures?"
"No."
"Video?"
"No... I kinda wish I had, though."
Maya sat up straighter in her chair: "You gonna go to the cops?"
"No," I put in. "What would we even tell them? 'Yeah, we hid in the bushes and watched this lady beat the shit out of this other lady and fuck her face before she saw us and we ran away.’"
“Mmm, all right. I guess I believe you.”
“How’d you find us?” I asked.
“Oh, that was easy. I told the guy at the front desk I used to work with blondie here, but I forgot her name, could he help me out? One look down my dress later and he said yes, and I even got your address out of him. You signed up for the rewards program?”
“They’re not supposed to release that information,” I mumbled.
“Sure, they’re not supposed to, but I put my hand on his arm and let him really get a look down there. He’d probably have coughed up your credit card number if he had it. Well, anyway,” she stood up, “now that I know you’re not gonna plaster me on Pornhub or call the police…”
“Wait,” Ann stopped her. “Wait up. Would you like to fight me?” Maya scanned my wife from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head.
“For fun?”
“Yeah.”
“What about this guy?” Maya jerked her head at me. “How do I know he’s not gonna jump me as soon as we start?”
“I’ll tie him to the bed.”
“What?!” I squealed.
“Quiet,” my wife shushed me. “You’re about to see a great show. So,” she turned to Maya, “you up for it?”
“Yeah, okay,” Maya agreed. “Here? Now?”
It was indeed now, although the here was the master bedroom; before I knew what was happening the women had stripped completely naked, then I was tied to the bed naked as well (My wife: “We’re naked, he has to be too!” Thanks, honey). At least our bedroom was a nicer environment than the dirt lot out behind the fondue place - it’s right under the eaves (nice and toasty in the winter, hot in the summer) with plenty of room to fight, and the hardwood floor was covered with thick grey carpet that should cushion a fall. Even so, I have to admit to being a little scared as the women faced off. After all, I’d seen Maya totally demolish another woman very recently, and I didn’t think I could stand to watch my wife suffer the same fate; I’d seen Ann in a few scraps during our time together, but nothing like the shocking violence I’d seen Maya partake in. Physically I guess they were fairly even - Ann was taller and thinner than Maya, but not as much as Robyn had been; Ann was about two inches taller, 5’8” to Maya’s 5’6”, with C cups to Maya’s triple Fs and a medium-sized apple-shaped ass, smaller and less round than Maya’s rump. Ann’s face is also little less round than Maya’s, her most striking feature her large, light blue eyes. Her long, curly blonde hair was worn loose, almost as long as her opponent’s brown locks.
“Rules?” Maya asked as the women went toe to toe, totally nude.
“I guess nothing in particular. You’re gonna go easy on me, right?” Ann turned her big puppy-dog eyes on Maya, who just raised her eyebrows.
“You ready?”
Ann nodded, both women backing off a few steps as the fight began. I expected Maya to start the same way she had Robyn, coming in aggressively with hard punches, but I guess I’d misjudged the mood of the match as Maya instead tried to grab Ann. My wife danced backwards out of the brunette’s grip, backing up a few steps and charging. She got her shoulder down and slammed it into Maya’s tummy, but the brunette had braced herself, taking the hit and staying standing, leaving my wife bent over, her arms around her opponent’s waist. Maya reached down and hooked her arms around my wife’s stomach, lifting her up in a suplex, my wife’s feet almost brushing the chandelier before her body came back down, slamming into the carpet on her back.
Maya took a step back and waited to see what my wife would do; Ann sat up slowly, reaching behind her to rub her back with a moan before she started getting up. This seemed to have been what Maya was waiting for as she charged in aiming a kick at Ann’s head, but my wife rolled out of the way, and Maya barreled past her, clipping her right leg against Ann’s shoulder and falling forward, landing clumsily with a grunt. Ann pounced, throwing herself onto Maya’s back, wrapping her legs around the brunette’s thick midsection and her arms around her neck. Even with my wife on top of her, Maya managed to get up, stumbling around the room with her opponent hanging off her; I could see Maya’s face getting red as Ann worked the scissors choke, but she ended up freeing herself by running backwards into a wall, crushing my wife against it with her body. Both women ended up on the floor, Maya holding her neck and panting, my wife rubbing her sore back again. They got up slowly and circled, Maya seeming content waiting to see what Ann would do; my wife closed cautiously, trying to use her two-inch height advantage and the slight edge in reach reach it conferred to stay just at the edge of range, raining slaps on her opponent.
Against an inexperienced opponent I think this would have worked, but Maya simply covered her face and tits with her arms and bulled through my wife’s rain of slaps, taking hits on her shoulders, sides and arms that must’ve hurt, but not enough to stop her. As she came close, she opened her arms, taking a single slap to her big right tit - I winced as I saw it flying sidewise from the smack - before she got her hands on Ann, locking her up in a simple but very effective looking bearhug. Maya had destroyed Robyn with this hold, and I was torn between hoping she’d just knock my wife out of the fight fast before either one of them got hurt or praying that Ann could hold on, escape and come back to win. It turned out to be the second option as Ann executed a perfect bellringer, slamming her hands together on either side of her opponent’s head; Maya dropped her with a grunt, and my wife landed nimbly on her feet, charging forward and slamming a side kick into her unprepared opponent’s tummy. Maya bent over with a gasp, and Ann locked her left arm around her opponent’s head. She stopped to wave at me and yell “Watch this, honey!” before throwing herself backwards and nailing Maya with a DDT.
If the women had been fighting on a hard surface I think this would have been very effective, but on the soft carpet the top of Maya’s head kind of slid off the ground instead of making a nice solid impact, and she definitely got up quicker than Ann had expected; it was all my wife could do to scramble to her feet before her opponent could jump her. As it was, she barely managed to weave to the side of Maya’s arms as the brunette tried to grab her. Ann slammed another side kick into her opponent’s stomach, but this time Maya managed to brace at the last second and stay standing; Ann went for another one, but got her ankle grabbed and found herself bouncing on one leg. Maya charged forward with a monster clothesline, although Ann managed to duck at the last second; she avoided the hit at the price of losing her balance and falling backwards with a surprised yelp. Maya’s momentum carried her past my wife, and she stopped and turned around just in time for her eyes to widen in surprise before Ann tackled her; my wife had gotten up and charged quickly but had excellent form nonetheless, getting her shoulder squarely into Maya’s midsection, and took the bigger fighter down to the ground. It looked like Ann tried to land with her weight on top of her opponent, but she glanced off a bit, and before she could develop her attack further Maya was already getting up. The two women approached on their knees, Maya offering a test of strength; I have no idea why she’d think her opponent would go for this, and she didn’t, instead going low and slamming a punch just above the brunette’s crotch. Somehow Maya hadn’t seen this coming and gagged at the impact, leaning forward and having to hug her blonde opponent to stay vertical. Ann pushed her back a bit, enough to create some space between them while keeping Maya’s head resting on her shoulder, and started laying punches into her opponent’s belly. The brunette grunted, gasped or groaned with eacn impact, but that was the extent of the resistance she could put up; by the time Ann pushed her off and Maya flopped back laying on her legs, I could see just the start of a large, painful looking bruise forming on her tummy.
Ann got up and reasonably figuring the fight was over, went to get her phone to take some victory selfies, but behind her Maya, not done yet, was getting to her feet, rubbing her sore stomach.
“You didn’t think it was going be that easy, did you?” Maya laughed.
“Maybe kinda,” my wife mumbled under her breath, putting her phone on top of a nearby bookshelf before turning back to her opponent. Both women took up a boxer’s stance as they approached. Ann went for the obvious target, throwing a huge right-handed bomb right at Maya’s gut; this was just a bit too obvious as Maya sidestepped, slamming her own massive right straight into her opponent’s face. I don’t know when the last time my wife got punched in the face is, but she didn’t take it well, stumbling backwards covering her nose and mouth with her hands, her eyes wide in shock. Maya came right after her, unloading a straight left to my wife’s stomach; Ann’s hands dropped, and Maya grabbed her, lifting her right off the ground, flipping her 90 degrees, then falling straight forward and crushing her against the floor. Even with the thick carpet, this must’ve hurt as Maya’s weight slammed into my wife’s body; I heard her gasp as the air left her lungs. Maya got to her feet and gave Ann a splash for good measure, leaving her opponent panting helplessly on the carpet. Maya straddled her midsection, then dropped all of her weight down, dropping her fat ass square on my wife’s stomach. Ann writhed under her, and Maya got up and gave her a second one, then a third; this time she stayed where she was, casually crossing her legs and rubbing one foot on my wife’s face.
“Hey, what do you think?” she called over her shoulder to me. “Has she had enough?”
“I think you won,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” She changed position slightly, shifting forward, cupping my wife’s face with her hands. “Ann, you want to give up?” She must’ve shook her head; I couldn’t see. “Hmm, okay. Well, let’s see how you deal with this.” Maya got up, yanking my wife to her feet and locking another bearhug on. This time my wife couldn’t even raise her arms to administer the bellringer, just gasping and panting helplessly in her opponent’s grip. She was completely limp, leaning forward against Maya; now it was the blonde resting her head on the brunette’s shoulders, completely under her power. Maya worked the hold for a little bit, but my wife was already so winded there wasn’t any fight left to squeeze out of her; after a few minutes Maya released her and let my wife slump down to the carpet.
Maya rolled my wife onto her back, then straddled her face and slowly lowered herself, taking her victory seat as her big ass completely covered my wife’s nose and mouth. She didn’t bother holding her opponent’s wrists down; there didn’t seem to be any need. Instead she reached back with one hand to ruffle my wife’s hair: “Hey, Ann, you had enough now?”
“She gives up!” I shouted uselessly. Maya ignored me, wiggling her hips as she adjusted herself; then I saw her arch her back in what at first I thought was simple joy at winning.
“Oooooh,” she trilled. “I think you should know your wife is licking my asshole!”
“Congratulations.” (What was I supposed to say to that?)
Maya started helping herself along, stroking her pussy with one hand and playing with her clit with the other. Her eyes closed as her face slackened with pleasure, soft, low moans oozing from her lips as she played with herself. I thought this was the end of the fight, but I realized my wife was still in it as I saw Ann lifting her legs off the floor; she managed the move Robyn hadn’t, hooking her feet into her opponent’s armpit, and Maya was violently dismounted with a howl of surprise, flying forward and smacking into the carpet on her chest. Even tied up on the bed I could see the confusion written on her face; she was only able to get her knees under her, her big ass still up in the air, by the time my panting wife pounced, coming up behind her. Ann pressed her face between Maya’s asscheeks and went back to her rimming attack, both hands reaching between her opponent’s legs, finishing the job by copying Maya’s own masterbatory movements, pumping her pussy with one hand, the other teasing her clit. The brunette had no defense for this, just curling her fingers into the carpet as my wife worked her over. She’d been pretty close already, it seemed; I guess Ann figured that Maya getting herself off while seated on her face would’ve counted as her losing the match, while finishing her this way counted as winning. I suppose she was right; when Maya’s climax came, it was shattering, the brunette squealing and then screaming in pleasure, her opponent’s tongue and fingers destroying any resistance she had left; Maya was so loud I was worried our neighbors were going to think we were murdering someone. Ann worked her through the climax, gently letting Maya sink down to the carpet until she was laying on it face-first, not moving.
Ann got to her feet and put one foot on Maya’s sweaty back, posing for me as I cheered for her. Then she rolled Maya over, making sure she was okay; Maya slowly came around, her eyelids fluttering, panting and barely awake.
“Hey!” Ann shook her shoulders. “I won, right?”
“You got me,” Maya gasped.
“And now I can do anything I want, riiiiight?”
“Yeah.”
“Great. Okay, now -” I thought she was going to sit on Maya’s face; instead she got on the bed and crawled over me, grabbing the pillows my head had been resting on and tossing them to the side, gently pushing me down, the top of my head touching the headboard.
“Honey, what are you doing?”
“Quiet, sweetie,” she giggled. “I’m feeling very dominant right now.” She sat down on my face, pressing her sweaty ass against my nose and mouth. She must’ve beckoned Maya over as I felt her clambering on top of me, her heavy body, sticky with sweat, laying on top of mine, her nipples pressing into my chest. My rock-hard cock ended up between her soft thighs, and I don’t know if she meant to or not, but she squeezed it, the sensation driving me crazy; I wanted more than anything to thrust up, groaning in frustration as my bonds prevented me from moving.
My wife reached down to tap my shoulder; I realized what she wanted and started working my tongue into her asshole, hearing her moan as Maya started eating her pussy. Between the lack of air and Maya laying on top of me I got a little light-headed as we teamed up on my wife. Ann was loving it; when she came her climax was no smaller than Maya’s, and she sat up there for a little longer cooling down before rolling off me.
She gave me a quick pat on the cheek, smiling at me as Maya got up as well. Both women looked down at me for a second, my dick painfully hard.
“Aw, poor baby. Could you finish him real quick?” Ann asked our guest.
“Sure,” Maya nodded.
“Great, I’m gonna go take a shower.” With that Ann left me in the care of Maya, who wrapped one large, soft hand around my cock and started giving me a very fast, rough handjob. I laid back, as much as I could in the restraints, moaning helplessly as she looked down at me.
“Are you gonna cum soon?”
“Yeah,” I gasped. I was already so worked up she had me close in under a minute of jerking me off.
“You almost done?” I was; she aimed the tip of my cock up at my belly and finished me with a few more powerful strokes, tilting her head slightly as she worked me through my climax; she either didn’t mind or didn’t notice her hand getting covered in cum, her hand slowing and then switching to a ring grip with her index finger and thumb as she squeezed the last bit out onto my stomach. “Ahhh, good. Okay, I’m going to go take a shower with your wife.”
“Wait!” I wailed. “Aren’t you going to untie me?”
“Huh? No, she didn’t say anything about that.
“But-”
“Shhhh,” Maya ruffled my hair with her cum-coated hand. “I’m sure she’ll come let you go once we’re done. Until then, you stay here.”
I had no choice; half an hour later my glowing wife came in to untie me so I could get cleaned up. I didn’t know if I was ever going to see Maya again, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
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