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.