Ch. 3, The show goes on?

After the summer came and went, it was back to the school grind again, for both mothers and sons. But with the school grind came also the sports rush, with both athletic boys competing in sports. Jay, the taller, more rangy one, played soccer while Eric played football. The two schedules worked well enough that the boys were able to carpool to and from school and practice together, which suited their mothers just fine as they were able to fit in more ?playtime? as well. While the boys were practicing sports, their mothers were practicing female combat, getting into catfights almost every other day and having sexfights at least every day. They never kept any lasting score, but numerically it was about even, as one time one would lose and be forced to pleasure her pleasant rival, which would only give her the incentive to come back stronger the next time and make the loser pleasure her. The two ladies were getting more and more competitive with each other, becoming swept up in the catspat rivalry between the two, but at the same time realizing they could not lose sight of the fact that they had to remain friends, otherwise the entire situation would collapse, and the two formerly meek housewives did not want that at all. They even contrived to have a few catfights with other people, thru very controlled and safe conditions, of course. Jan won a bra and panties stripfight with a waitress in a motel room with Eve and the waitress? friend looking on to ensure fair play. The waitress had to eat both Jan and Eve to a couple easy to accomplish climaxes, while her friend filmed it for the two victorious hellcats (the choice being either that or join her friend). Eve lost a friendly grappling match to the Nubian girlfriend of a Brazilian Jiu-jitsu competitior, who declined to have a consequences session wager, as it was to be merely competitive. So when the two got home, Jan put on their punishment strap-on, all 10 inches of it, and fucked Eve?s pussy to 2 separate squirting sessions.

The housewives were getting better, gaining more and more skills as their matches progressed and their fighting circle expanded. Their bodies, while not exactly getting the hard-body fitness competitor look, leaned out a bit allowing the two competitors to go for much longer in there grappling session two, although the relatively late age of the women ensure that their curves did not entirely disappear. The more cosmetic aspects of their appearences did, however, as the two friends started wearing more safe-to-fight-in-wear, tighter skirts, looser blouses that could rip away, not as much jewelry, and only the bare minimum of makeup, which only further enhanced their appearances as their bodies started to change. They even started wearing their hair differently, Jan chopping it down to a very cute and with her curves, provocative page boy cut which just further emphasized her satin hair and sky blue eyes, while Eve opted for a French braid, both the double and single, that served to both keep her hair in place while fighting and afterwards, while giving her a femme fatale look that complemented her fairer skin. Both ladies particularly liked it when they strode through the mall together dressed to the nines and all the college guys were caught gawking by their angry girlfriends, giving them a further ego boost. They never fought any of the college girls, feeling it was at once both beneath them and not fair to the inexperienced girls, as their own experiences were progressing farther than they had ever imagined.

One of the many little cracks and chinks in suburban American life was what does a housewife do all day? With the advent of much of the automated household and its appliances, the daily work of a housewife was cut down to a fraction of its former size and time to complete. And if you only had two people in the household to begin with? With the plethora of divorcees and single mother homes, there were plenty of bored, angry, sex-starved, well-off women stuck at home while their kids were at school during the daytime hours, and some were starting to look for other, more virulent entertainment as Jan and Eve were. With little meetings here and there in coffee shops around town, and aided by the lovely anonymity that the internet afforded them, these ladies began to start communicating and organizing themselves to meet in more private, secluded places away from prying eyes. That was initially how Jan met the waitress in the motel room, and Eve the BJJ gf at their studio.

After the grappling match at the martial arts studio, Jan and Eve looked at their finances and realized with their newfound obssession there was no reason they could not afford to keep their own little studio set up for that express purpose, in addition to the bedroom setting. They looked and looked at first for a small, cheap little office somewhere in the industrial district that could be converted easily and cheaply, and locked up tight at the end of it, but even with the recession, there was nothing close which looked to suit them. That?s when the water heater broke in Jan?s basement, flooding the basement and requiring Jan and Eric to move in with Eve and Jay for a few weeks, an arrangement perfectly suitable to all involved while the contractors fixed the problem. That was when the contractor found something very interesting in what Jan had thought to be a broom closet downstairs next to the washing machine. It was an almost liveable studio apartment setup, complete with a bathroom and kitchenette. Apparently it had been there all along and no one had thought to check it out til now. Using it as a rental was out of the question, as there was really no separate door for access besides the front door, and there were many other places more convenient the rent out due to the economy. But it was perfect for Jan and Eve?s dreams of a martial arts-like studio setting. Jan paid the contractor to rip out all the walls, including the glass partitions of the stand alone shower, cover up the holes, install a newer, brighter fluorescent light and paint it all neutral beige. The contractor, thinking she just wanted more storage space, agreed to it for a couple hundred bucks, and almost immediately Jan and Eve started to design it to their expectations.

First they put down checkerboard-like mats for some padding, then found a nearby martial arts wholesaler who was able to give them mat blocks to fit over the surface of the new checkerboard. They then installed two basic shelves on the walls above head level so there would never be an issue of running into them, allowing access to most of the floor space. They left the shower in the corner uncovered just in case, as it was only a 3 x3 space in their now 20 x 20 room, and you never knew when you would need a fully functional drain?

Topping it all off was a non descript, solid wood panel door with sound-proof leafs covering the edges to make the mostly concrete-lined room damn near soundproof and a burgler proof lock that Jan and Eve made sure each had a copy of. As soon as they were finished decorating, Jan and Eve couldn?t help but test it out with a work clothes ripping catfight that left them both with socks as the only clothing still on as Jan sat in a reverse cowgirl on Eve?s face eminently enjoying having her pussy eaten out. After Jan climaxed a few times, they lay next to each other in the sex-heated room just savoring the afterglow.

?You know, now we can host our own events, wherever we want, and people we trust and have vetted can actually come to us, no one has to go through the pointless process of having to meet up and try and arrange something on the spot in some dingy motel room or something??Jan said, thinking aloud what this would mean for their local catfighting circuit. Eve agreed.

?And since we both have access to it, if either of us has a sudden need we can use it and just stage the cars over at my place or something,? she said, thinking ahead to times when they would need to suddenly accept a challenge on the spot. Not long after that, Eve did get a challenge, from another bitchy blonde trophy housewife in the grocery store. Coming back to the newly refurbished ?Fight Room?, the blonde housewife grew a bit concerned with the presence of such a space in possession by Eve, but gamely still wanted to fight. It was a long, hard fought battle lasting several hours, with both women ending up naked and scratched all over, but in the end Eve?s abuse of the blonde?s big fake tits won out as the blonde tearfully submitted to avoid having the implant bags ruptured. Eve victoriously sat on her face, then in a milestone decision, got her and Jan;s favorite strap-on and fucked the beaten woman to several climaxes, including one of her own. The battered blonde was able to stagger out of the room under her own power but not before admitting that this was one of the most satisfying afternoons she had ever had, and wanting a rematch with Eve sometime in the future. Eve agreed, inviting her to come over at other times as well to match up against Jan or some other woman sometime. The woman, named Tracy, readily agreed, and a few weeks later was able to beat Jan in an oil wrestling match. As Tracy was using the strap-on to give Jan a howling doggie orgasm, Eve couldn?t help but think how much this was going to change their sporting lives. How little did she know how right she was?