Ch. 02 - Friendly Fire (Geek)

Tricia had stormed home and told Mark exactly what happened with Karen. He tried to talk his wife down, saying that both were a little drunk and that the blonde was probably turned on by the idea. He pointed out that the stakes were much less than the fight with Aimee. Most importantly, he was certain that Karen wasn't in Tricia's league, and that any contest like this would end up with the blonde's tits flattened, her pussy betraying her, and Tricia sucking off Carl right in front of her.

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"You're so much sexier than she is, it's just those are the only tits I've seen that are that firm and bigger than yours." Carl was digging himself a hole, and couldn't stop saying stupid shit. His fucking unbelievably hot wife, Karen, had come home with a story that made him have to sit down and stare incredulously at her. The huge titted best friend that he and Karen thought was being cheated on, instead had gotten into a titfight/sexfight with some cosplay girl who had won that fight and a rematch. She now had open season on the other man whenever she wanted, and apparently made Tricia participate.

Just as she saw his mind starting to piece it all together, Karen dropped the other bombshell of the evening. She had challenged Tricia to the same kind of contest, but with much milder stakes. The winner got to give the loser's husband a BJ. She thought he would say something about not wanting to see her sucking another man's dick, but his first comment was asking if she was sure she would be okay with her best friend blowing him.

He tried to backtrack by saying he was only thinking about the worst case scenario, and of course she was going to win. Somehow, he thought telling her that she was sexier, while complementing the other woman's bust, would further save him. Instead, it got a look of fury from the green eyed beauty, and then it got a knee to the balls when he tried to stop her on her way to the bathroom, the door of which he only heard slamming shut as his eyes were closed while he grimaced in pain.

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"I'm sorry I got so upset. It just felt like you knew I was vulnerable and were taking advantage of it." Tricia had extended an olive branch and called Karen to smooth things over while also seeing if the other woman still wanted to give it a shot now that she was sober.

"I didn't mean to Trish. I just thought it would be hot for the guys to see something like that. It sounded like Mark seems even more into you despite that girl winning."

"He really is. He keeps telling me how hot it was to watch my boobs dominate hers and that I'm sexier than she'll ever be despite how the fights have gone."

"We're the two hottest wives, by far. I know Carl tells me I'm sexier despite your bust size and I'm sure Mark tells you the same. If I can make you and your husband cum, then we know who really is. If you do that to me and Carl, same deal."

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A few days had passed since the meeting that cemented the contest was going to happen. The husbands actually took charge, with Mark making sure Aimee wouldn't be around and Carl making sure that their schedule was blocked off as well. It was decided that a mere week after Karen had broached the idea, that they would go ahead and get it over with. Dinner would be a bit early and light enough to not play a role in the outcome.

The night before the big day, Karen was riding Carl like the best bronc rider on the planet, intimately detailing everything she would do to Tricia no matter the fight circumstances. Carl was imaginative, and Karen mentally agile enough to keep up with any scenario his filthy mind could conjure up. The one thing she seemed to emphasize, more than any other, was how her tits were going to beat the bigger pair before she easily outfucked Tricia and gobbled up as much of Mark as she could handle.

The third time Karen's phone buzzed, she finally picked it up and saw the text. 'Take a look at the winners.' It was bad enough that the other woman had interrupted her marathon tumble with her husband, but now she was sending texts like that with a stupid wink emoji.

Carl was mesmerized. The file was a video of the other couple, fully naked. At first it was just the native woman tweaking her nipples as her impossibly large rack stood straight out, full and firm. Eventually they moved on to Mark's 10" monster sliding between those two boobs. Finally, they ended with a flushed and smiling Tricia striking a double bicep pose, her tits lifted up even higher and a thick pearl necklace just below her beaming smile.

The blonde was furious. She had been one-upped the night before a titfight/sexfight with her best friend. The other woman had sent the most vulgar erotic video and taken Carl's attention away from the mind blowing sex they had been having just minutes before.

As they were about to go back to bed, Karen had an idea. She already had a sexy sheen of sweat worked up from finishing Carl off 4 times. He did as he was told and started snapping pictures with her phone. The first was simple. She spread her legs and arched her back in the computer chair. She then mimicked a few of the other woman's poses, but stopped short of the pearl necklace. Replying to the first text, she sent one to the other woman with similar instructions.

Tricia was beside herself. She thought she had the upper hand, but the photo of the blonde showed her body glistening, abs taut, and tits looking as pumped up as she had ever seen them. The worst part was the caption: 'A chubby cosplay girl with floppy tits has owned you twice, and you think you can compete with this?'

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Dinner had been icy, at best. Tricia wore something simple yet elegant while Karen had gone for a cleavage enhancing number that she took every opportunity to lean forward in. The blonde winked at her opponent's husband, rubbed up against her own husband, and repeatedly looked at her foe with a dismissive huff. Salads were barely touched as both women decided to forego the niceties and get back to Mark and Tricia's place for the main event.

30 minutes later and the couples were in Mark and Tricia's oversized basement, both men naked as the day they were born and their wives in nothing but satin robes. Karen was doing everything she could not to gawk at the stunning erection of her best friend's husband, while making sure she kept the same look on her face when she glanced back at her own partner's package.

"Look at your own husband, Karen. Look at his cock. Even though Mark is much bigger, Carl is still fully aroused just from knowing he's going to see my bigger, better tits beat yours up before I make you cum."

The blonde narrowed her eyes at her opponent, before returning to the confident, lustful gaze. "Your ugly cow tits aren't going to do anything tonight, Tricia. Bigger isn't better, and you're no match for me. I'm sexy, you're just tits. I'm younger, taller, and prettier than you'll ever be. Now shut up and watch while I give the guys what they really want."

With that, Karen began to swivel her hips and play with her hair. She walked over to her own husband and rubbed her robe covered ass on his member before doing the same to the other man. Returning to the center of the room, she turned her back to both men before untying the robe and dropping just enough to show a little shoulder. Looking back, she flashed her 1,000 watt smile before continuing to gyrate and finally dropping the robe.

Mark took in the perfect ass in front of him as she wiggled it towards both men, and didn't bother concealing his stare when she turned to face him with her big, beautiful breasts on full display. He knew Tricia was bigger, but it only took one look for him to confirm that Karen's rack was the more attractive. It might have been smaller, but he wondered how it would hold up as the visible firmness rivaled that of his wife's huge tits.

"I had bigger tits when I was 12."

Just like that Karen lost her audience. Mark's face gained a smug grin while Carl's jaw looked like it was going to hit the floor. Tricia simply dropped her robe and let her bigger, fuller tits put on their own show. The other husband's eyes almost popped out of his head when the darker haired woman used her arms to squeeze the boobs together and create a seemingly impossible cleavage. Satisfied, she turned to her best friend and noted with satisfaction the crimson color appearing.

"Now that we all see who has what, it's pretty clear you're going to lose blondie. I just hope you don't know when to quit, cause I want to leave no doubt about who's rack is better."

"We're going to know more than that, hun. I'm going to walk out of here tonight with Mark's cum in my mouth after I prove that I've always been sexier than you.

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"Where did your wife's tits go?"

Carl stood wide eyed, trying desperately to get a glimpse of Karen's big, firm, proud tits. He couldn't, though, as the Native American woman's bigger rack had completely engulfed them. If he didn't know better, the current view would make him think only one of the women in front of him was big busted. The reality was, they had both started off with large tits ready to fight, but his wife had been ground flat in a few short minutes. As he stared, he heard Karen beg to be let go, and saw her best friend and opponent toss her limply to the floor and then face him.

"Feel them," Tricia almost demanded as she took the other man's hands and pulled them to her still perfect chest. As he took hold, she lowered one hand to his raging hard on and gripped it confidently. "You've got a really nice cock, Carl. It's not in Mark's league, but I think you'll enjoy how I treat it after I finish making your wife cum."

Before she could say another word, the other husband's mouth latched onto one of her breasts, suckling like a hungry newborn. Mark stood proudly to the side as he watched Carl going back and forth between Tricia's huge tits, leaving strings of saliva as he switched. Mark looked down to see the nearly fully deflated tits of the blonde woman as she lay on the ground sobbing and cradling what she had been so proud of only moments before. He had expected his wife to win, but he thought her best friend had the guns to put up a good fight. Instead, he saw his wife's spectacular mammaries plow through another pair as if they weren't even there.

Karen, for her part, kept replaying what had happened. She strutted forward and chest butted Tricia with moderate force. The dark haired woman's face immediately turned predatory as everyone in the room saw the blonde's big tits give way while her opponent's tits barely showed a ripple.

Karen tried again, this time with more force, and the other woman nearly laughed in her face with the smaller tits mushroomed out. It wasn't that the blonde hadn't encountered women with bigger tits than her own, it's that they had always been significantly less firm looking. She had expected Tricia's big set to sag more than it did without a bra or bikini top on, and to give way to her pair once they made contact. Instead, she had run into a brick wall of titflesh that had damaged her own without an offensive strike.

Before she could make another move, her opponent took advantage of the look of confusion on her face and stepped tit to tit with the blonde, quickly applying a bear hug. Pausing after her hands had locked behind Karen's back, Tricia simply looked into her best friend's eyes and said, "Remember, you asked for this." With that statement made, the bigger chested woman applied pressure to the bear hug and watched her girls immediately begin to dominate the other pair.

Karen remembered her mouth forming an O as the pain was excruciating. Her fabulous boobs were being completely outclassed. Before things started, she sincerely thought she was going to win. Now she realized that the situation was hopeless, but before she could utter her surrender she felt Tricia walking their bodies across the floor.

As the haze began to clear, the blonde looked up and saw her husband devouring the other woman's breasts in a way that she wasn't sure he had ever done with hers. Any hopes of a sneak attack were quickly dashed as Carl's eyes lit up when he saw her getting to her feet and Tricia pulled her tits away from mouth. The black haired woman confidently strode forward, Carl's saliva dangling from each engorged nipple, and put her right hand on her opponent's mound.

"Ready to cum for me, baby?"

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The men barely had time to take in the scene. Karen's breasts were splotchy and soft, already showing signs of bruising. Her face was flushed and her eyes had a slightly distant, almost glassy appearance. Her head almost lolled forward as her opponent's hand began to work her already glistening mound. Tricia, on the other hand, looked like nothing had happened. She stood like a superhero, one had on her hip, legs spread wide, her right hand confidently rubbing the blonde's lips with a teasing, almost gentle touch.

"On the floor titless."

The dominant woman pushed her friend down on her back, and quickly joined the blonde. Tricia scissored Karen, bringing their glistening lips together, before pulling her friend into another tit-to-tit embrace.

"Remember this." She squeezed their breasts together, drawing another moan from Karen. "My pussy is about to do the same thing that my tits did, and destroy yours. Carl might not even last long enough for me to suck him off when he hears you cum for me."

The first gentle pump from Tricia caused her friend to moan in ecstasy. A second roll of her hips produced a similar result, with the blonder not even fighting back. Confident and caught up in the moment, the dark haired woman pushed the blonde to her back and winked at the other woman's husband.

"Carl, bring that handsome cock over here. I want you to have a close up view of Karen cumming like a slut for me."

The husband didn't hesitate, moving his full erection within a foot of the women, staring down at his wife as the other woman began to vigorously ride her. He saw red, splotchy breast meat bouncing wildly, he heard the familiar sounds of a rising orgasm, and he noticed an almost pleasurable glaze still governing her face. The woman with the sexiest body and mind he had ever been with was a near drooling mess, her assets betraying her at every point, and he was harder than he had ever been.

Just as Karen was about to cum, Carl noticed the other woman backing off her tribbing action. "Not yet baby. Not yet. I'm not going to get you off until you earn it." Pulling the blonde back to a seated position by her hair, Tricia continued, "Suck my perfect tits."

Karen did as she was told, with what appeared to be more vigor than her husband had done just moments earlier. Satisfied with that attention she continued, "Beg Mark to smack you in the face with his huge cock."

"Please, Mark, slap me with that horse dick." With a smile on his face, Tricia's husband did just as he was told. Carl didn't interject, seemingly lost in the moment himself.

"Now beg me to let you cum."

"Please Trish, please let me cum."

"Why are you begging, Karen? What happened to that second rate body of yours?"

"You destroyed my gorgeous tits and you're fucking my twat better than any man has."

With that said, Tricia beamed as she began to roll her clit across the blonde's own pearl. A few moments later, it was all over. The blonde woman was completely spent, an orgasm having rocked her almost unconscious, as she laid on her back observing her best friend sitting on her chest sucking her husband's cock with ease. Carl lasted even less time than his wife, as the dark haired woman deep throated his member and he blew his load on the third stroke.

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Karen was back in her dress from the night out, her rack no longer filling it as enticingly as it had just hours earlier. Her face was no longer streaked with tears, but her makeup and hair were clearly still a mess. The husband's hung back a bit as they waited to gauge the situation. The blonde moved over to her conqueror and locked lips with the black haired woman.

"This was wonderful even if you destroyed me. When my girls bounce back, I'm going to have to find someone who isn't a different species and put her in her place. Let me know if you do this again, I want to see those wrecking balls crush some other titties next time. Bye, hon."

With that, Karen leaned down and kissed the tops of Tricia's tits, turned to collect her husband, and walked out the door with her hand clearly filled with Carl's ass.

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The last 6 months had been interesting. Aimee still ruled the roost when she visited, but Tricia seemed completely different. She openly praised the other woman and practiced technique on the cosplay girl with gusto. Karen came around quite a bit, and the two couples had done some light swinging a time or two. Most importantly, Mark noticed his wife doubling down on her geeky hot look and her brazen challenging of other women. That's when the next shoe dropped.

"What do you think about that library girl?"

He knew exactly who she was talking about, but didn't want to presume anything.

"Who, Rose? What about her?"

"Do you think they're big enough to give mine a bit of a challenge?"

"They're big, sure, but there's no way they're firm enough to last a minute against yours."

"Do you think she'd go for it if the right 10" carrot is dangled in front of her?"

"I think she'd do whatever I ask if she thought she had an opportunity even to just see it."

"Try to make it happen, hon. I want to see another big pair melt against mine and then I'm going to fuck her nerdy little brains out."