This is a series of stories spanning 40 years and 3 wives. The stories are all true, and because I don't think that the current and former misses will be reading this forum, the names are true as well. My name is Ray.

The opening events happened in 1975 while I was in the Army. My first wife was named Debbie and we lived off-base. We were in our early twenties at this time. Debbie knew of my love for catfighting because I had told her before we were married about incidents that I had witnessed that had so turned me on. She didn't say "no" but a couple of years had gone by and I thought that the issue was probably dead.

Debbie was in nursing school and I sometimes had to work late, so our 1-year-old son needed to have a babysitter from time-to-time. Originally, it was the lady who owned the apartments but I think that she burnt out on the idea of babysitting for such a young child. So we ended up hiring Terry, who was a friend's daughter, who was a senior in high school but had just turned 18-years-old. On the very first night that Terry babysat for us, I got home first and was just chatting with her innocently on the couch. I didn't realize it but I had my arm on the back of the couch behind Terry.

Debbie returned while we were still talking and could see us sitting on the couch together from the apartment door. I saw Debbie and decided to leave my arm where it was so I didn't look guilty of anything. Debbie's reaction was way-over-the-top! She came into the living room and sat calming across from Terry and I. Then she said, "I see what's going on here. Terry, you couldn't wait at least until you'd babysat for us at least a couple of times to make your move on Ray?". With that she stood up and walked over to Terry and said, "Get up bitch. My husband has always wanted to see two girls fight. Now he gets his wish!".

Terry just sat on the couch next to me with eyes wide and unblinking. Debbie said again, "Get up bitch!". As Terry started to slowly get up, Debbie who was a good 5 inches shorter than Terry (4'11" vs. 5'4") grabbed Terry by her hair and picked her up to face her and then plowed her fist into Terry's stomach knocking her back unto the couch with Debbie jumping on her. I had never seen my wife go wild like this. Punching poor Terry in the tits and kneeing her in the pussy. Terry started to cry never really having put up a fight.

Debbie then pulled Terry again back to her feet and pushed her to a kneeling position on the floor. Debbie said, "I'm sure my husband was really making an effort to get to second base with you. Let's save him the trouble of having to take this sweater off." With that, again with little resistance from Terry, Debbie pulled the sweater over Terry head and then yanked the bra with it.

Debbie had (and still does have) a huge chest (36DD?). Terry was pretty flat, even for a teenager. Debbie taunted her with, "You call those tits?". She then proceeded to take off her own blouse and bra and said, "Now these are the real things!". Debbie pinched and played with Terry's nipples for a few moments and then shoved her back on the couch. Debbie then got on top of Terry and put her tits on her face. She said, "I should smother you with these, but I have a better idea. I'm still breast feeding and Matthew (our son) is asleep. So you are going to do the honors.". With that, she put her right tit in Terry mouth and said, "Suck bitch!". Terry, as could be expected did so without a fight. Then Debbie did likewise with the left tit, forcing it into Terry's mouth.

When Terry was done draining Debbie's tits, Debbie grabbed Terry's sweater and said, "And oh, by the way, that was your payment for tonight!'. She again yanked Terry up from the couch, led her to the door, threw her sweater into the hallway and said, "Don't say anything bitch, or I'll do the same to your dumbass mother and your slut sister!". Terry followed her sweater out of the door and that was the last I ever saw of her.

I had followed the two women to the door with a massive hard-on. My wife turned away from the door after throwing Terry out and, still being topless, grabbed my dick in my jeans and led me into the bedroom. What ensued was the best sex I had ever had.