Lovely buildup.
Cheers.
Chapter 1: What They Didn't Know
Kyle was living the life. He had been rising quickly through the ranks at his corporate job, climbing up to a key marketing role just after turning 30. He was good looking enough, was making good money with no debt other than his house, and the cherry on top was his personal life. Erin was ridiculous.
Barely 5’2”, she was a pretty brunette with shoulder length curls, deep black eyes, a great natural tan, a narrow waist, wide hips, and a firm bubble butt that looked great in anything. The real kicker, and the thing Kyle had seen turn every head in the room more times than he could count, was her big, firm tits that looked ridiculous on her frame. They sat high on her chest, they were perky despite their size, they jiggled just enough to confirm they were real, and they were topped with large, perfectly round light brown areola and thick, long nipples that hardened at the slightest bit of excitement.
Kyle didn’t know much of Tanner, one of the guys in project management department, other than he had seen the guy in some of their product meetings where the marketing team was getting filled in so they could start developing their plans for the product launch/pivot. He was pretty sure they had never said a word to one another outside of those meetings and he didn’t foresee a reason they ever would, that is, until last fall during holiday season.
Erin was wearing a form fitting red sequined gown, her cleavage spectacular as always, when she noticed Kyle’s attention drift. She followed her husband’s eyes and immediately understood. Kyle had seen Tanner walk in, accompanied by his wife, who was light skinned with blonde curls to her shoulders, but in all other ways seemed to be a doppelganger of his own wife with her body wrapped inside a tight green gown that accentuated every curve and showed her own big, firm pair of tits. Erin elbowed him in the ribs, leaning into him with a playful whisper, “You’ve already got more than you can handle, tiger.”
Tanner had been enjoying life as he entered his 30s. Work was going well with one promotion after another, he was leading a project management team that had helped improve existing products and create a few more that were really helping the company, and his home life was perfect. Janine was just a hair over 5’2”, her blonde curls framed her face perfectly and made her sparkling blue eyes pop, her fair skin was flawless, she had a narrow waist that flared out into wide hips, and she sported a boner inducing bubble butt that was firm enough to bounce a quarter off of. He knew that as great as all those attributes were, the one that drew jealous eyes from women and stares of absolute appreciation from men, were her seemingly impossible tits. They were high and firm, with enough sway to prove they were the genuine article. They were somehow perky despite their density and were topped with deep red areolas and long, thick nipples that seemed to be perpetually eager to announce their presence.
He was certain that his wife was the star of the show wherever he went, until that fateful night at the holiday party. Tanner and Janine hadn’t conversed with Kyle and Erin, but after going home Tanner was convinced that what he had seen couldn’t have been real. When spring rolled around and the company through a big semiformal party celebrating a hugely successful quarter, he could no longer deny reality. Janine and Erin had worn nearly identical little black dresses, with Janine’s plunging slightly lower at the neck while Erin’s was cut higher on the leg and showed a little more thigh. The wives had converged on one of the small plates tables at the same time, sharing a quick conversation with a few laughs, before returning to their husbands who were mingling primarily with coworkers from their own departments.
After they had returned to their respective homes, Kyle and Tanner each asked their wives what they had talked to the other about. The answers were identical, with both saying that they had started to make some meaningless small talk before Janine had said that she felt like every eye in the room was ogling them and Erin had agreed, saying that it felt like they were two perfectly cooked filet mignons in a room full of chopped liver. Knowing their husband’s fetishes well, each finished by telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Erin leaned into Kyle in their bedroom, her naked body pressing into his, and made sure to put all the weight of her chest into his while she whispered in his ear, “Mine are bigger, firmer, and better. Tell me how I’d beat her.” Janine had her boobs wrapped around Tanner’s cock, slowly tit fucking him while she stared deeply into his eyes and said, “They can’t compare to mine, baby, now tell how I’d destroy them.”
For a few weeks, that’s all it was. Tanner spinning increasingly detailed yarns of how Janine would have the brunette intimidated from the start, using her bigger, firmer tits to bash the other pair into submission and then sexually humiliate the loser in front of Kyle. Across town, Kyle was doing the same, lavishing attention on Erin’s tits as he told her one story after another of her bigger, better tits smashing the resistance out of the blonde’s inferior pair followed by the brunette making an example of the blonde while Tanner watched. It wasn’t lost on either wife that their husband always made sure to include the other man in the post fight activities. The wives had always indulged their husbands’ titfighting fetish, each convinced they would never encounter a pair that could potentially equal theirs in both size and firmness, but knowing the other existed had increased their interest in the strategy and tactics flowing from their husbands’ mouths.
Then, just as each couple had begun to adjust to their new norm, a meeting in the office changed things again. Kyle’s marketing team listened to a presentation from Tanner’s project team like they had done a dozen times before. This time, though, Tanner pulled Kyle aside after the meeting and quickly asked for his cell number and promised to text after work to discuss things. Kyle told him as Tanner typed it into his phone, each quickly rushing off to their offices to finish another long day at work.
Kyle was enjoying the evening watching nonsense TV on the couch, after a great dinner, as he shamelessly groped Erin’s “Wonder Women” through her t-shirt, whispering in her ear as he felt her nipples harden. Just as he was going to suggest they go “have another fight” with that blonde pretender, Janine, his phone buzzed. Checking it quickly, he saw a text had come through from a number he didn’t recognize. He opened it and saw the following message:
Hey man, it’s Tanner from work. Can you agree to the following?
- We never discuss this at work.
- We never send anything during work hours.
- We save everything in folders so it can’t accidentally pop up during work.
Kyle’s response was simple, ‘Yes.’
Not even 15 seconds later, Kyle’s phone buzzed with another text. He opened it up to reveal Tanner’s wife, Janine, bent over a flower box in their garden with her tits hanging in perfect symmetry inside the barely their green top that was trying to contain them. The blonde had her makeup and hair done perfectly, her eyes staring directly into the camera with her lips puckered up for a kiss. The photo was simply captioned, “Simply perfect.”
Tanner smirked, beyond satisfied with himself, as Janine bit her lip when he pressed send on the photo. He had spent the evening telling her his plan, promising her that Kyle and Erin would only need to see one picture to know that her “Supergirls” were too much for the other woman to handle. When no response came, he carried his lovely bride to their bedroom and began describing her most dominant win yet over the brunette as his hands and mouth devoured her breasts like a starving child at an all you can eat buffet.
Lovely buildup.
Cheers.
This is off to a great start! It's part of a great tradition of stories with this basic premise, the best of which is probably "Top Cat Takes the Cream", though this one reminds me a lot of "A Match to Remember" that was on the old Chickfight board.
Looking forward to the rest!
JB
JB57
Top Cat is maybe the best long form story I've read for titfighting.Originally Posted by JB57
I had completely forgotten about that other one, but it's still accessible through the Wayback Machine.
A Match to Remember - Rusty vs Patsy by Duuwee
Thanks for the link! I have saved the story but was happy to see it's still available. "A Match to Remember" has a very good set up but then, in my view, fails to pay off. Largely, that's because it really rushes at the end and fails to describe the actual fight in any great detail. I've thought about rewriting it with my own spin and, maybe, I'll get around to it some day. I got permission ages ago from the author to do a continuation of "Top Cat" but I've never gotten around to it. It is still an ambition, however.
Thanks again,
JB
JB57
It would be okay if it actually had a sequel. That's a great first fight that whets the appetite, but no follow up leaves us with blue balls.
Chapter 2: It's Still Just a Fantasy, Right?
The product manager and his blonde goddess enjoyed more than a week of smug satisfaction, convinced that a single photo of her perfectly cleavage had forced the opposing couple to accept reality and retreat from the competition before it really started. Then, after 9pm a full ten days later, Tanner’s phone buzzed. He opened the text and saw the photo, staring at it for a few moments, wordlessly, before turning the screen to show Janine. What they saw was Erin, in a tiny thong and underboob exposing halter top, stretched to the limits in a simple upward salute yoga pose with the caption “No support needed.” They studied the photo, noting the brunettes strong frame, lithe muscles, flat stomach, and sturdy chest that seemed incapable of sagging even the slightest bit.
Across town, Kyle smirked as he slowly pushed his raging boner into Erin, fucking her doggy style, and enjoyed her low moaning response as he reached forward and kneaded her heavy breasts, “Thirty minutes, and no response. I told you they’d get cocky and then one good look at just a little bit of your unbeatable tits would shut them up. I bet he’s trying to console her right now, doing everything he can to convince her that her smaller, weaker tits would stand a chance against a true goddess.” Erin moaned again, pressing her tits firmly into his hands, rolling her hips to encourage him to increase his pace as he pounded into her from behind, her cheeks clapping more loudly with every thrust as he detailed her tits flattening the blonde’s pair with ease.
Tanner responded nearly a week later, with a photo of Janine in a skimpy sports bra and tight shorts, her muscles taut and her stomach flat. The blonde’s nipples were prominently displayed through the sweat soaked bra with the caption, “60 minutes and still going strong.” Kyle’s next response was four days after that, a photo of Erin’s tits straining against a too small tank top as she reached up to put something away in a cabinet, with the caption, “Top Shelf.” The couples fell into a rhythm after that, pictures going back and forth as their wives began supplying their own ideas, the husbands each spinning more and more intricate details of the scenarios the could possibly lead to a titfight that inevitably their wife would win in convincing fashion.
The next escalation came from Tanner, again, as months into their exchanges he sent the first video. The video faded in, showing Janine in their hot tub, eyes just above the water. The Jaws music hit as she rose up out of the water in slow motion, biting her bottom lip, the water dripping from her body as the smallest bikini top possible emerged with two big, firm, round tits barely moving as she continued up until her tits engulfed the phone as the screen went black and Tanner obviously added a cracking effect to the screen at the end. They celebrated that evening with Tanner praising Janine’s tits, remarking about how little they bounced no matter how hard he fucked her, and regaling her with a story of confronting the brunette at a public pool and dominating Erin’s tits in front of an awestruck crowd. The blonde responded with a feral grin as she imagined crushing the brunette in front of him and the other onlookers.
Kyle’s response was even more elaborate. He put together a video highlighting Erin moving from machine to machine in their home gym, muscles straining, body drenched with sweat, as she finished and walked towards the phone he was recording her with. Suddenly the lens widened out, revealing a table with two overripe cantaloupes sitting in bowls. Erin reached up to her sports bra, grabbed her tits like she was cocking them, and then dropped tits first onto the cantaloupes that exploded on impact and Kyle added a shaking effect to the video. She rolled her shoulders, pushing her tits deeper into the destroyed fruit, before scooping a bit of the flesh out with her index finger and sucking it into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks while she winked at the camera. The video then replayed the tit smashing display multiple times in slow motion with the sound effect from the Bionic Woman TV show playing, finally closing out with a closeup of Erin’s finger in her mouth with her eye winking. Kyle hit send and immediately made love to his wife while telling her a story of running into Janine at the local Sprouts and smashing the blonde’s tits flat while some of their neighbors and coworkers watched in awe. Erin responded by licking her lips in satisfaction at the image in her mind.
The weeks flew by with more videos. Kyle and Tanner were insatiable, each living out a virtual rendition of their greatest fantasy with their wives. Erin and Janine were along for the ride, each enjoying it more than they imagined they ever would, while still being certain that it was all just fantasy. The blonde and brunette subconsciously upped their game at the gym, stepped up their cardio, and did all they could to tighten up their already perfect feminine forms. Neither had ever thought of their husbands’ fetish as anything more than a way to turn him on, but now that they had met an equal each woman was more into the idea than ever before. It still lived entirely in the world of fantasy, yet each young wife was less certain than ever before that it would remain that way. Just when things seemed to have settled into routine again, the next domino fell.
Tanner got called into a meeting with the company CEO. He was an older gentleman, now into his 60s, who still had a vitality that put many of the younger employees to shame. He explained to Tanner that the annual end of summer corporate retreat was coming up. Tanner perked up, knowing that the CEO always booked a large penthouse suite with two master bedrooms and a large common area and invited one of the top young employees to take the second bedroom. It was a tremendous chance to get to know the CEO and, if the younger employee was married, to have his wife get in the good graces of the CEO’s wife. Just as he was ready to accept, the CEO told him that this year he couldn’t make the retreat and now he was giving Tanner and Janine the penthouse suite and allowing Tanner to select who would share the suite with them. As the CEO was explaining how Tanner’s decision would require tact and grace so that he didn’t alienate anyone else in the product management department, the young employee looked at his boss and simply said, “I have another idea.” After hearing him out, the CEO praised his young employee for choosing an employee from another department, lavishing him with praise about how he was building bridges that would serve him well throughout his career.
After leaving the meeting, Tanner immediately called Janine. He filled his wife in on what was happening, and who he had invited to take the other master bedroom, and then listened for her response. Just as he was about to ask if she had heard what he said, he heard his blonde goddess softly say, “Get me Erin’s phone number.”
I totally missed this when it was first uploaded for some reason but this is great. The constant teasing and buildup would make King proud. I do hope that when the action starts, it will be more than just straight up titfighting and have some level of intimacy involved. Also, calling a pair of tits “Wonder Women” is genius
Chapter 3: The Best Laid Plans of Tits and Wives
Erin sat dumfounded as Kyle explained what had happened. They were mere weeks away from spending the weekend in the penthouse suite of the nicest hotel in the region, yet all she could think of was who would be there with them. Tanner had been given a great opportunity and used it to bring things ever closer to reality. Now the brunette knew that she was going to be staying in a luxurious master bedroom, but on the other end of the suite another bedroom would be occupied by the blonde who had been the sole opposition focus of her husband’s fetish for over half a year. To add to the sudden realness of the situation, Janine had asked for Erin’s number and the brunette was expecting a call or text from the other wife sometime soon.
She didn’t have to wait long, only a day, before her phone rang with an unknown caller from the local area code showing. Erin cautiously answered with a simple, “Hello.” She heard a voice on the other end questioningly say, “Erin"?” before she replied with, “Yes, Janine?” The opening moments were filled with awkward pauses before the blonde finally revealed why she called.
“I think we should meet. Just you and I. Tanner and Kyle have been in control of everything so far, and I don’t think that’s fair. We’re the two that this is all about and we should be the ones who decide where it goes next.”
Erin agreed, admitting that she also didn’t like how little control she had over the situation. The women agreed to meet at a coffee shop that Saturday morning to get to know each other and discuss what had been going on. Now that it felt almost real, neither was willing to just go along for the ride.
Saturday rolled around and both wives told their husbands they were going to meet a girlfriend for coffee. Being late in the summer, the morning was giving the first hint of fall with the weather dipping down cooler than it had been in months. Erin arrived first at the coffee shop, wearing simple white sneakers, white and grey pinstriped leggings, and a thin navy blue oversized sweater that perfectly accentuated her tan. She had forgone wearing a bra under the sweater for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. She ordered a vanilla latte and grabbed a two top in the corner where she could watch the entrance. A few minutes later Janine walked in wearing cream sneakers, lime green scrunch leggings, and a thin cream oversized sweater of her own. Like her potential opponent, she had eschewed wearing a bra for this meeting. She saw Erin, ordered herself a pumpkin spice latte, and joined the brunette at the table.
The wives spoke awkwardly to each other for a few minutes until their drinks arrived, each one not sure how to broach the cause of their underlying tension. Erin leaned in as the steam wafted out of the coffee cups in front of them and whispered to Janine, “Every guy, and half the girls, in here are dreaming of a threesome with us right now. They’re not even hiding their stares.” The blonde blushed lightly, before stretching to accentuate her curves and turning a bit to see the evidence all around the coffee shop full of lusting patrons. She whispered back to the brunette, “I guess are husbands are right, we really are goddesses.” That broke the tension enough that the two women chatted openly for several minutes, getting to know each other’s background and genuinely enjoying each other’s company, before the awkward silence returned.
“You know,” Janine said as she stared out the window at the mid morning pedestrian traffic, “They’re going to hound us all weekend at the retreat. Tanner and Kyle are both going to do everything they can to goad us into really doing it.” She turned her gaze back to the brunette, her blue eyes looking directly into Erin’s deep black ones, “So I think we should decide now. Are we going to have a real titfight in front of our husbands or are we going to tell them right now that there’s no chance and they’ll have to keep the fantasy in the bedroom.”
Erin looked down at her half empty latte and exhaled deeply, her tits rising and falling with the movement of her shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about it every day since Kyle told me about the penthouse suite.” She looked back up, re-establishing eye contact with Janine, before continuing, “I think I want to do it for real. I want to fight you with my tits while our husbands watch. I want to give Kyle his ultimate dream.”
Janine didn’t break eye contact as she immediately replied, “I think I want to do it too. Tanner has always been great, but since you came into the picture he’s been an absolute animal and I want to do the one thing that will turn him on even more.”
The wives fell into a surprisingly easy conversation the rest of the way. They shared some of their husbands’ specific likes, the typical rules each emphasized, and even talked about the different scenarios each man had devised for the two of them, scoffing openly at the grocery store and pool fights in front of large crowds. Erin shared that Kyle named her tits her Wonder Women which drew a laugh from Janine as she admitted that Tanner had named her pair her Supergirls. They both agreed that they enjoyed the stories where they dominated from start to finish but wanted the real thing to be competitive enough that it took real effort and quality to win.
Surprised by how comfortable the whole thing felt, they then settled on the parameters of the entire weekend. The titfight would be the final night of the retreat, giving them plenty of time to prance and preen and taunt their husbands and each other. They would add some theatrics to it, each woman donning nothing but a robe and a thong before the fight. Their husbands would take turns introducing them like real fighters, listing off things like height, weight, and measurements, with each woman dropping her robe to reveal herself in nothing but a thong to the opposition. The fight would be tit to tit only. Any kind of swing, slam, punch, grind, uppercut, or other move was legal as long as it was only tit to tit contact. Hands could be used to grab the other woman for control, to pull hair, to pin the other woman’s arms, to bearhug the other woman, etc., but they couldn’t be used for anything else. The fight would continue until one woman verbally submitted and admitted the other woman’s tits were better.
The talk then turned to the possibility of stakes that the winner would be due after the fight. They again shared many of the things their husbands included at the end of their stories over the years, especially those in recent months between them. Each woman noted the narrowed eyes, shortness of breath, and unconscious shifting of hands and bodies that moved the other’s tits under her top as they discussed the potential humiliation, knowing full well that they were doing the same thing as the woman across from them. They finally settled on stakes that the winner would be owed after the fight and decided they would share them with their husbands tonight on a Zoom call. With everything decided, they left together, chatting like old friends as they realized that each had parked on the same level in the same nearby multi-level parking lot.
“Here’s mine,” Erin said as she stopped by her car. She held her hand out to the blonde, expecting Janine to simply shake it and move on. Instead, the blonde quickly looked back and forth between their chests and opened her arms wider, initiating a hug. Time seemed to slow down for each woman as they came together, their big, firm tits compressing slightly against the other, each able to feel her opponents erect nipples through the thin sweatshirt she was wearing. A mutual low moan escaped each woman’s lips.
“You’re not wearing a bra, slut,” the blonde whispered into the brunette’s ear.
“Neither are you, whore,” came the response.
Janine then lightly rolled her shoulders, causing her chest to roll over Erin’s tits, enjoying the slight sound of arousal the brunette responded with. Just as it appeared Erin was going to respond in kind, Janine stayed the aggressor, pressing the other woman back against her own car, effectively pinning the brunette at an awkward angle she couldn’t escape from. The blonde then started rolling her shoulders more intentionally, making sure to press her nipples into the other woman’s nipples and areola, finding a circular motion to be most effective. Feeling the brunette’s resolve quickly fading, Janine renewed her verbal assault.
“That’s it Erin, feel my bigger, better tits dominate your weak little things.” She rolled her tits again. “Does it turn you on, knowing that there’s a hotter, sexier woman whose nipples are even better than yours.? Another circular press of her tits against the brunette’s pair. “Cum for my titties, Erin. Cum for the better pair as it pushes your weaker girls around like the lightweights they are.”
That was enough. Erin was off balance, her body bent back against her own car, with a pair of tits that rivaled her own doing a number on her perfect set. She let out a long, low moan of ecstasy, while her body shivered with release as the juices flowed from between her thighs and she went nearly limp with post coital relaxation. Janine held her a moment longer before laughing in her ear, “Next time I beat you it won’t feel nearly as good.”
With that the blonde released her victim and strutted confidently a few spaces further to her own car, buzzing with excitement at how things had turned out and desperate to get home and fuck Tanner while she described the events at the coffee shop. She giggled to herself as she pulled out of the parking spot and saw Erin still breathing heavily as she had just begun to peel herself off her own car in time to spot the blonde driving by with a thousand watt smile on her face as she waved gleefully at the brunette.
This is getting really good. I’m not usually a fan of pure titfights and nothing else(assuming it won’t escalate) but you really make it work.
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