TAE BO

We both sprung back to our feet and this time, we had fire in our eyes. Silver saw this and came to us. She wrapped both her arms around our shoulders and pulled us close. Our breasts were mashed together and my husband wasn't missing a second of that show.

"Now how about we make this next round interesting?" she said, her voice soft and throaty. "You both seem to want me. I've seen the looks you've been exchanging in class. Am I wrong?" Mallory grunted; I nodded. I could hear my husband swallow hard on his bench. "Well, how about I make love to the one winning the next bout?"

I couldn't believe my ears! Who did she think she was? I was a respected member of my community, not some stripper-porn slut! SHE should be fighting for ME!

"OK," I heard myself say. And this time, Mallory's smug smile melted away. That made me feel really good, really confident…

…really cocky. "How about Silver makes love to the winner right here, right after the fight, and the loser has to watch."

"What about your husband?" Silver asked.

"He seems to be good at watching. I'm sure he won't mind."

Silver looked at him and he nodded, his face flushed, his ears crimson red, a weird, contorted smile on his face. Then she looked at Mallory. She had her smug smile on, but it wasn't as natural as before. "That poor guy will be forced to watch with his hard-on in his pants?" the blonde said. "If I win, he'll join us."

That was a little further than I wanted to go, but I couldn't back down now, so I agreed. On these fighting words, Silver released us and got back to her bench, next to my mesmerized husband.

Once again, I assumed a fighting stance. This time, I was ready for Mallory's charge, but instead, she lifted her leg and in a swift motion like we learned in tae bo, she kicked me in the boobs, hard. I screeched and paddled back, holding my injured breasts. The right one caught most of the blow and it felt like my heart was now beating there. I wiped away tears of pain just in time to see another kick coming, this time a knee to my midsection. I had good abs, but I barely had time to tighten them so I got the wind knocked out of me.

Once again, I hit the wall and it felt like the whole building trembled. I was expecting another kick but this time Mallory punched me, in the right boob again. I nearly fainted. Lucky for me, I was leaning against the wall. "So you wanted to be sexier than me, eh?" Mallory said as she rammed her body into mine. "Here's what I do with your ugly suit!"

I felt the bite of the fabric in my pussy again and I screamed. She had a hold of my suit's crotch and shoulder strap, and she used them as leverage to throw me to the mat yet again. Before I landed, I distinctively heard a loud ripping sound and the fabric in my pussy was pulled out. As I rolled on the mat, I felt my exposed nipple scraping on its rough surface. Reflexively, I tried to pull my suit back into place, but then realized I had none! I WAS NAKED!

Instinctively, I covered my breasts with my hand. This fight was over, right? Silver was gonna step in. I obviously couldn't go on NAKED! But it was a tactical error Mallory was quick to take advantage of. Before I could react, she landed on me with both knees. Once again, I got the wind knocked out of me and I rolled on my belly to try to hide my breasts while I recovered. That's when she grabbed me by the neck, rolled me on top of her and wrapped her legs around my waist. I was mortified to be caught in such a humiliating position, with my naked breasts bouncing freely and my drenched pussy, but when she started squeezing, I forgot all about the indignity of my position. Instinctively, I turned my hips so she wouldn't break any of my floating ribs and I tightened my abs, but the bitch had very strong legs. I desperately wanted to submit, but the thought of Mallory fucking my husband was just not bearable. I had only one thing to do.

I reached under me, grabbed a hold of her thong and jerked like I never jerked on anything before.

As the garment ripped off, Mallory screamed and released the pressure just long enough for me to escape. I rolled away from her and got back on my knees just in time to catch her as she was jumping me. In the melee that ensued, she managed to very often ram her huge boobs against my naked breasts. It was like she was deriving some sense of domination from the fact that I was naked while her orbs were still contained. My husband was getting a great show!

I couldn't believe that with all the humiliation of having to fight nude and all that was at stake, I was still madly aroused. Through the tussle that ensued, I came close to climax a hundred times, but I used it and fought as if I was having violent, savage sex. This was the closest physical contact I ever had with a woman-and what a gorgeous one! When I got on top, I was exhilarated. When she dominated me, I fought and contorted like a wildcat.

Then something went wrong. Very wrong. She repeatedly punched me in the boob. I tried to reciprocate, but missed my spectacular targets. Then, she caught my wrists again and rammed her breasts right in my face. I landed on my back, with her boobs still in my face. I tried to dislodge her by arching my body, but she wrapped her damned legs around my waist again. This time, though, she didn't squeeze. Instead, she mashed her incredible orbs in my face, smothering me. Boobflesh with a thin Spandex layer was blocking my nose and mouth. From the corner of my eye, I saw my husband sitting on the edge of his bench, completely turned on by the sight of his wife being smothered by another woman's breasts.

In a last attempt to free myself, Mallory's thigh rammed against my crotch and I erupted with a violent orgasm that ended in oblivion.

When I came to, my husband was leaning over me, a concerned look on his face. Silver was also there, but she looked more annoyed than worried. "I'm all right," I said.

My husband helped me up and brought me to the side. Then I watched as Mallory and Silver made sweet, sweet love. Like a gentleman, my husband refused to join in, despite his spectacular hard-on. "You gotta go," I said. "I lost. I deserve it." But he wouldn't hear a thing. I think his pity hurt me more than what Mallory did to me.

Sometimes, late at night, as I lay in bed thinking, I hear him say her mane in his dreams. "Mallory!" His cock is steel-hard under the sheets. And when I finally cry myself to sleep, she's there in my dreams, with her smug smile and her perfect breasts in my face.

I never went back to tae bo, of course. I saw Mallory only once since then. I was at a store I love and I was reaching for a very cute top that would fit perfectly with that new skirt I bought. She appeared out of nowhere and ripped the hanger out of my hand. "That's MY top. I saw it first!" I started to protest but she trusted her incredible boobs forward. She wore a very low-cut tank top, with no bra. Her nipples were poking aggressively under the thin fabric. "You got something to say, bitch? Eh?"

I just ran away.

As I cried in my car, I realized that I would never be happy again unless I got even with Mallory.