Marianne helped my wife to her feet. Holding her hands, she looked at Sharon and said “Let me know when you’re ready to continue.” Again, she smiled and winked at me. I was relieved to find she was enjoying herself. After a few minutes, Marianne repeated “Are you ready to continue?” Sharon nodded. Marianne moved in and the two women locked hands, struggling for supremacy. Sharon held her own for a while, but soon Marianne was driving her backward. Sharon released her hands to get free, but Marianne spun her around and wrapped her up in a bearhug from behind, crushing her waist from behind as she lifted Sharon up off of her feet. Squeezing her hard, she shook Sharon like a rag doll as my wife grunted and struggled, pounding her fists on Marianne’s forearms and kicking her heels into the blonde’s shins. Marianne responded with an even tighter squeeze. “Aghhhh!” Sharon gasped as her kicks weakened. Marianne shook her some more, holding the hug until my wife’s arms dropped to her sides.
The big blonde loosened her grasp and allowed my wife’s feet to touch the ground, then she spun her around and slammed her fist into Sharon’s soft belly. What little air my wife had left in her lungs rushed out, and her mouth gaped in a silent “O” as she sunk down to her knees. Grabbing Sharon’s ponytail, Marianne pulled my wife’s face into her black panties, rubbing her face over her crotch. Looking at me, she asked “Do you like this so far?” I nodded eagerly then asked “Do you?” Marianne’s eyes widened as she smiled, nodded and said “Uh-huh!”. She then circled behind Sharon and used her foot to push her face-down onto the rug.
My wife was still moaning and gasping for air as Marianne stood over her. Without hesitation, she dropped down, landing her big butt hard onto Sharon’s lower back. She slid back until she was sitting on my wife’s cute, perfect butt. Reaching forward, she placed her hands under Sharon’s chin and pulled her back into a camel clutch, stretching her spine painfully. “Aghhhhh! Stop!” my wife pleaded. Marianne just kept pulling, occasionally bouncing her butt on Sharon’s to put a little more strain on her spine. When she finally let go, Sharon flopped forward onto the rug. Marianne got up and came over to me. “You like?”, she cooed. I nodded. She kissed me quickly on the lips, turned her back to me and asked, “Can you help me get this off?” I unclasped her bra and watched it fall to the floor. Marianne pulled me close to her and softly said “It drives me crazy to think that she gets to have you every night, and for that, I’m going to hurt her” I should have stopped the fight right then, but I couldn’t.
TO BE CONTINUED