My blonde lover went over to Sharon and turned her over onto her back. “No more, you win” my wife said. “It doesn’t work that way, Sweetie”, Marianne replied. She dropped down, slamming both knees into Sharon’s belly. My wife convulsed with a rush of air and fell back. Marianne slid forward onto Sharon’s chest and trapped her arms behind her knees, between her thighs and calves. Sharon’s head looked small between Marianne’s tanned, thick thighs. My wife’s eyes widened as she looked up at her foe. Marianne raised up slightly and then slammed her butt down onto Sharon’s chest, flattening her boobs and driving the air out of her. Up and down she bobbed, her big tits jiggling and swaying, mesmerizing me. When she was finished, she got up and yanked Sharon to her wobbly feet by her ponytail. “You’re pretty, but you’re not a real woman!” Again, she slammed a fist into Sharon’s belly. Instead of letting her fall, she thrust Sharon back against the wall behind her, slamming into it hard. Sharon slid down to a seated position. Marianne walked over to her, turned around and used her big butt to pin Sharon’s head against the wall.Marianne’s nipples were stiff with excitement. Using her finger, she motioned me over to her.
“Kiss me” she said. “And don’t worry, she can’t see it” she giggled. I kissed her long and hard as she rubbed her butt aginst Sharon’s face, trapping her against the wall. When we finally parted, she said “I’m almost finished with her”. I went back to the couch and sat down. Marianne stepped forward, turned and lifted Sharon to her feet, scooping her up into her arms and carrying her across her chest. She walked over before me, stopped and dropped to one knee, slamming Sharon over the other in a backbreaker! My wife laid over her knee limply. “How am I doing?”, she asked. I was impressed, and I told her so.
Dumping Sharon to the floor, she got up and straddled me on the couch, burying my face in her chest. “Who do you want more, me or the weakling?” I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. Marianne got up and sat on the couch beside me. She reached down and pulled Sharon by her ponytail up between her thighs, pulling her up until my wife’s face was between her massive boobs. She wrapped her legs around my wife’s torso as she wrapped her arms around her head, smothering her with her breasts. I sat beside her, marveling at her complete domination of Sharon. Sharon could only struggle weakly before going limp. Marianne locked her eyes onto mine while she held my wife in place. Finally, she got up, pulling Sharon to her feet with her. There was no way Sharon could have stood under her own power. Marianne tore her pink lace bra off, then chuckled at how small Sharon’s breasts were in comparison to her own. She then reached down and pulled Sharon’s panties down to her knees before pushing her down onto her back on the floor. Staring at me again, Marianne removed her own panties and sat down on Sharon’s face in a reverse facesit. I could barely see the top of my wife’s head under Marianne’s butt. She did a slow grind on Sharon, demanding that she please her. Marianne rode my wife frontward and backward for several minutes, and then let her full weight down on Sharon’s face until she lost consciousness. “I don’t want to get off her” she admitted, “you’ll have to help me off.” I knew what she meant, so I lifted her off of Sharon. Looking down at her beaten rival, Marianne said “She’s not going anywhere for a while…that is, if you want me…” Marianne was cut off by my kiss, and I led her upstairs to show my appreciation for her efforts. Needless to say, my wife never wrestled again.
(story by cutter41)