Sandy stared lovingly into John’s eyes accross the table. John returned the lovers gaze steadfastly. They had spent 3 days of a 10 day trip at their favorite vacation spot in the world, Cape Cod. They had rented their usual Beach Side Cottage. They had spent every day walking hand in hand to the local shops, the beach, and streets. Every night they had spent passionately in each others arms. If it were possible, they were more in love now than they had been at any time during their entire marriage. Now they sat across the booth of their favorite restaurant. Dinner had been over an hour ago, but they couldn’t stop looking into each others eyes, talking about their past and their future.

John was a handsome man, Italian with Dark Hair and Dark Eyes. He looked especially handsome wearing his sporty Polo short and Beach Comber shorts. Many women had tried unsuccessfully to steal him away from Sandy over the years. But looking at Sandy, there was no question why they had all failed. At 59 she still sported a 36D-25-36 body perfectly toned and taken care of. She stood 5’3″ and weighed only 135 lbs. Her best feature though was her beautiful face framed with her soft brown hair… or maybe the perfect tits. John couldn’t help himself. He was a tit man and she was his tit queen. She looked especially hot tonight wearing her sheer top over her bikini and shorts. John hardly held back at all from openly staring at her cleavage.

The lovers revere was shattered as a busty blonde roughly sat down next to John. “Hey you two!!! I should have known that when our favorite cottage was taken this week that it would be you!” The strawberry Swedish blond bombshell was wearing shorts and a tube top over the top of a bikini. The result was to thrust her tits up for inspection, something that John couldn’t help but do. Sandy was at a bit of a loss, mouth agape, trying to place the woman. A second later a handsome man slipped into the seat beside Sandy. It was only then that realization dawned on Sandy. This Couple. She should have recognized them instantly… Dawn and Mitch. The realization instantly sent a shock wave of hatred through Sandy’s body.

The women had at one time been best friends and their husbands very close as well. In the 80’s they had been inseparable. The women worked together, Sandy as a Nurse and Dawn as her supervisor. They often vacationed together at the Cape. Their closeness had proved to be their undoing though. At some point the women had swapped partners, Sandy accompanying Mitch to their bungelo and Dawn with John to theirs. They had never had sex in the same room as that would have been too difficult for either woman. What went wrong in the arrangement was John. Quite simply he was too good. Mitch was a good man, handsome and talented in bed, but he was spent too quickly, especially in Sandy’s skilled care. John however was an endurance champ in comparison generally outlasting either woman. It was Dawn’s fault really. She had learned of John’s interest in women fighting during her intimate conversations with Sandy and tried to take advantage of it while having sex with Sandy’s husband. As she rode John she often told him stories of what she would do to Sandy to take him from his wife and make him her own. Tried to convince John that she was the better woman and better lover. When John told Sandy of the sex stories the two wrote it off as bedroom games at first. Sandy reciprocated with little discussions with Mitch. He wasn’t as interested in the women fighting as much as comparing themselves to each other, especially in their tits and pussies. He would come like a volcano as Sandy whispered into his ear that her tits were bigger or her pussy was tighter than his wife, Dawn’s

But as time went on, their exotic weekends began to spill over into their real lives. Dawn continued to remark on John teasing Sandy saying that she would take him away, asking about their relationship, insinuating that she was the better woman. It probably didn’t help that Sandy wasn’t apparently as interested in Mitch as Dawn was in John. Dawn was Sandy’s supervisor so she took it for a long time. Their conflict finally exploded at a Hospital Christmas Function. Sandy stepped away from her husband for a few minutes only to return finding her former best friend hanging all over her husband. Sandy got into her boss’s face telling her she was drunk, her advances were unwelcome, and that she should go home. Dawn’s words were a bit slurred as she replied so maybe Sandy should have cut her some slack, but as she got right into Sandy’s face and said “Maybe John would like a little nicer present under the tree this year than poor little Sandy?” she could take no more.

It was very difficult to say who attacked who first. The women had fought wildly like savage animals tearing at each others Christmas finery. Even though they had been separated after only a few seconds they had each managed to inflict significant damage on each other. It had been clear at the time to most observers that Sandy had been winning their battle as they were separated. It was not long after that that Dawn accepted a new position and moved on. Until this very moment, Sandy had almost managed to completely forget the bitch. And yet now here she was, sitting next to John, flaunting her big tits and clearly spoiling to renew their battle.

The years had been kind to them both. Dawn had always had a very plain face, but a spectacular body. She stood just a bit taller than Sandy at 5’4″ and weighed about 145 lbs. She had been a 36C when they had been friends, but Sandy could see that the bitch was a bit closer to a D cup now. Sandy wondered if it were implants, but quickly assigned it to simply aging well. Dawn’s face was now a bit prettier, not as round and flat as it had been before. Sandy was displeased to note as well that her rival hadn’t gained a pound. Apparently she was as steadfast in her trips to the Gym as Sandy was.

Dawn noticed the recognition dawning on Sandy’s face and enjoyed as it shifted to pure hatred. For her part, she continued to goad her love rival. “Mitch and I were just talking about you two the other day in the bungelo. He mentioned all those neat little things you used to say and do. I must say I can’t disagree more with you about those little debate points.” As she said it she stared directly at Sandy’s tits. “And we talked at length about how you and I never got to finish that last little…. conversation. Mitch was so disappointed that he didn’t get to watch us that last time so he could cheer the better woman on.”

Sandy was incensed. “But I am sure he would have felt bad cheering me on afterward. He is a good guy that way. Clearly he took pity on you staying with the lesser woman all these years.” She could see by the hate in Dawn’s beady eyes she had scored points, but her rival quickly recovered.

“Seeing you two here, ” Dawn continued, “seems like fate… doesn’t it? Mitch was saying just the other night how much he’d like to see us finish what we started.” She turned to John wrapping her tits around his biceps stroking his chest with her right hand. “And I KNOW how much John would like to see it.” As she said it, she slid her hand down his chest to John’s groin. To his credit, John didn’t even flinch.

Sandy could play that game too. She turned to Mitch wrapping her tits around his arm. “Mitch,” she whispered hoarsely in his ear, “is that true?” Mitch nodded an embarrassed smile on his face. “Oh… if only I’d have known… I’d have taught your cunt wife a lesson years ago… just… for… you.” As she said it she slid her hand down to Mitch’s crotch and was pleasantly greeted with his rock hard bulge in his pants. A smile crossed Sandy’s lips as she turned again to regard her former best friend. “Well, Whore, it looks the boys agree. You and I should settle this… winner takes all.” Sandy had always dreamed of having both men taking turns on her. As long as she was going to fulfill their fantasies only fair that they should fulfill hers.

Dawn was furious. She hadn’t expected to have Sandy play her game so well. When they had been friends, Dawn had been her boss and naturally the Alpha female. Sandy had been her mousy sidekick until that night at the Christmas Party. Clearly in the 20 years since then, Sandy had matured into an Alpha female herself. Of course there could be only one Alpha female and tonight they would find out which was it. Dawn quickly stood and crossed the table and yanked her man away from Sandy by the Arm. Sandy used the motion pull to herself up as well to face her rival. John was the last to stand. Sandy and Dawn stood nose to nose, tit to tit, glaring at each other. The men stood on opposite sides of the ladies grinning like school boys with their first Playboy Magazine. “Meet us… tonight… Midnight… South Beach… cunt.” Dawn practically hissed the words into Sandy’s face.

Sandy knew the place instantly. It would be the perfect spot. Midnight on a Tuesday. They would have the whole beach to themselves. And it was only a couple miles walk from the cottages “We’ll see you then, bitch!” She emphasized the last word with an extra tit shove.

Dawn replied with a titshove of her own and said “Don’t be late!!” in a fake and cheery voice. With that the women stormed away from each other out opposite doors out of the restaurant with their respective men in tow.

As they walked to the car, Sandy fumed. How dare that cunt show up here after all these years? At the same time, she was extraordinarily turned on. The last time the women met they had fought like wildcats. John loved seeing his wife fight for him so it was only natural that Dawn had been their favorite fantasy opponent ever since that fateful night. In their prelude’s to passion, Sandy had whispered stories what she would do to Dawn a thousand times to John. In their fantasies it didn’t matter to Sandy if she won or lost. In her whispered tales of female combat she lost as often as she won as both turned on John and they both enjoyed the stories that much more as they didn’t know the outcome ahead of time. However, as she rode him to ecstasy and he man handled her breasts, John had declared a thousand times that it was Sandy that was the superior woman, that Sandy had the best breasts, that Sandy was the better lover, that it was Sandy that would truly win a battle with her ex-best friend. Sandy loved to hear it, but deep inside doubt always nagged at her. When they had been friends, Dawn was definitely the Alpha female. That changed with their Christmas party battle, but truth was Dawn was drunk. Neither woman knew what would happen if they fought sober. And Sandy had to admit she was eager to find out. If she won, she would enjoy the unfettered passion of two men ministering to her every whim. If she lost… well she preferred not to think about it. But even if she lost, John would be hers again the following night and every night thereafter with a new chapter to their fantasies.

Sandy and John hurried back to their little cottage by the ocean to make wild uninhibited love the rest of the evening and to prepare Sandy for Battle. At 11:30pm, they left their little cottage arm and arm. The night air was almost electric. A cool breeze blew off the ocean and small one foot waves rolled into the beach one after the other. John wore a sweatshirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. Sandy was dressed more provocatively, a tight beach soron leaving little to the imagination and barefoot. The wind whipped the skirt exposing hints of her firm legs and ass. She wore one of John’s wind breakers over her shoulders to keep her warm. She didn’t zip up the jacket though giving John and anybody else who might be watching a clear view of her bulging cleavage.

As they walked down to the beach, John and Sandy were not surprised at all to see their Rivals strolling down the beach a short distance in front of them. Upon seeing them, the lead couple slowed up allowing Sandy and John to overtake them. Mitch was dressed very similarly to John in a sweatshirt and shorts. Dawn appeared to be wearing a long warm coat. For a moment Sandy was worried that she was under dressed for their fight, but as they pulled alongside their rivals, Sandy could see that Dawn left the front of the warm coat open revealing a tiny bikini underneath. Dawn wanted to show off her assets as much as Sandy did.

“Evening, cunt,” Dawn called out over the sound of the surf. “Nice night for an ass kicking, isn’t it?”

“Hmmm…” Sandy Purred, “I seem to remember you preferring to have your ass kicked in snowy Decembers. But I think this will do nicely.”

As they reached the other couple there was a moment where everybody thought the fight would happen right here. Instead, Dawn turned and began walking beside Sandy on the beach toward their destination. They were quite frankly too close to the cottages. They had another mile until they reached South Beach and could be assured that nobody would hear their screams. So they walked side by side down the beach with their men walking behind so they didn’t miss a thing. Anybody who saw them would think they were just two friendly couples out for a moonlight stroll. Of course their conversation was a little different.

“I have been looking forward to ripping your tits off for years,” Sandy snarled at her foe.

“I can’t wait to bury my claws in your wimpy tits,” Dawn snarled back.

“I am going to make your scream, you fucking whore!”

“Bitch, you are gonna beg me to take your man when I am done with you!”

And so it went for the next 20 minutes as they walked down the beach to South Beach, the women cursing and threatening each other as they strolled down the beach with their men behind them grinning at each other like two school boys with their first Playboy magazine.

Finally, Sandy decided they had walked far enough. She stopped on the beach letting Dawn walk another five paces still bitching at Sandy before she realized her foe had stopped. She slowly turned around to address her rival. Mitch scurried around behind her as apparently they had rehearsed. Simultaneously the women shrugged off their jackets to be taken by their men. Dawn began to remove her tiny red bikini top as Sandy unwrapped her sarong revealing her bulging breasts and tiny black bikini bottom. They finally slipped off their bottoms too and they gave them to their men who then backed off a bit giving the women room to maneuver.

They faced each other, moonlight highlighting and distorting their features. It made it difficult to see Dawn’s hair color or to see Sandy’s neatly trimmed bush, but moonlight did an amazing job of highlighting the women’s full breasts, erect nipples, smooth skin, and tight asses. It was clear that both women had taken good care of themselves. If anything they were both hotter than they had been last time they clashed. Sandy was 59 and Dawn was 62, but if any stranger observed them in the moonlight, they would have told the tale of two hot 20 somethings battling on the beach naked. Fortunately, there was no stranger there. The only people who could tell this tale would be the four of them.

With a simultaneous war cry the women attacked. They ran straight at each other colliding solidly with a splat that was drowned out by the surging ocean waves beside them. They fought furiously, punching, slapping, scratching, and clawing. These were clearly not trained fighters duking it out, but two passionate women battling with the fury and hate that only two women can seem to achieve. Dawn landed a crushing blow to Sandy’s left tit eliciting a howl of pain. Sandy raked her nails across Dawn’s right tit leaving 4 bright red trails across them resulting in an equally satisfying scream from Dawn. One of Sandy’s flailing punches landed squarely on Dawn’s nose. Dawn viciously scratched Sandy’s face. All the while their men shouted encouragement to them above the din of battle and the ocean.

And so the women battled for 4 minutes, back and forth a dervish of destruction every blow pulling them closer and closer together until the exhausted women finally locked up in a mutual bear hug. Their tits bulged out against the titflesh of their foe. They could feel their nipples dueling and each woman was determined to overcome her rivals tits with her own. They grunted with the effort and staggered around the beach like drunken dance partners trying to gain additional leverage to crush her foe’s breasts. Finally Dawn’s foot caught too far in the sand and the women tumbled over together to the beach.

As they hit the sand the women burst into motion again, scrambling against each other each determined to get on top of her fallen foe. Over and over they rolled down the beach a blur of arms straining against each other and legs coiling and uncoiling against their opponents battling for leverage. They punched and slapped at each other, straining to get an advantage. They were side by side as the first wave of the ocean rolled over them. The wave pushed them up the beach sputtering and cursing, and then it pulled them back out even deeper into the surging cold Atlantic. The water increased their urgency as it gave them another weapon to use against their foe. Now in addition to battering, scratching, and ripping their foe they could drown their rival. They splashed in the water furiously trying to get on top of their foe forcing their all the while battling the power of the Ocean which relentlessly sent wave after wave crashing into the warring women every 20 seconds or so. Every time one would appear to be getting the upper hand, the ocean would send the women tumbling in the surf scrambling to reclaim the advantage.

Then a particularly large wave sent the battling women tumbling apart in separate directions. They ended up 3 feet apart knee deep in the surf sputtering and spitting out salt water. They both raised their hands like well trained boxers and approached each other. But they were not both well trained boxers. Dawn had never laced on gloves in her life. Sandy had taken years of boxing as an exercise class and had actually sparred a few times. Dawn tried to lay a haymaker on Sandy, but Sandy’s boxing classes had paid off too well and as she dodged the clumsy blow jabbed out viciously with a left into Dawn’s nose snapping her foes head back. Dawn stepped back in surprise and Sandy followed with two more jabs to Dawn’s nose. A trickle of blood flowed out of Dawn’s nose. Dawn tried another savage right and got a glancing blow off Sandy’s forehead and was rewarded with a blazing left to her tit. Dawn threw another haymaker finding only empty air and got a brutal blow to her stomach in return.

Realizing that boxing this bitch would not end well for her, Dawn lowered her head and charged arms whirling like a dervish. Sandy tried to block the blows but was caught by a glancing blow to her left eye and another to her nose. The women locked up in a tight bear hug again squeezing titflesh against titflesh. Their heads slid next to each other as they strained to crush their foe simultaneously battling the surf as well. Both women were rightly proud of their breasts and were determined to show their foes and perspective lovers that their were the best.

“My Tits…. are gonna… crush yours… slut!!!” Dawn hissed into Sandy’s ear.

“Notta… notta… chance whore… my tits… have always… been bigger… and firmer.” Sandy hissed back.

“We’ll… see…”, Dawn groaned pouring all her efforts into defeating her busty rival.

“And… they’ll… see… too!!!” Sandy gasped with each word emphasizing a surge of titpower. Dawn moaned loadly as her titflesh began to give way before Sandy’s. Sandy was right. Dawn’s tits had grown over the years to rival Sandy’s in size, but Sandy always had been and still was firmer than her blond foe’s breasts. As Dawn’s titflesh oozed away from Sandy’s her moan turned to a howl of rage and pain.

Dawn buried her hands in Sandy’s hair and yanked with all her might trying to peel her tormentor away from her. At first Sandy resisted maintaining her titcrushing bearhug. Eventually the continual strain released the pressure from Dawn’s chest. Sandy finally released her bearhug and buried her claws in Dawn’s blonde mane. The women stumbled around in the shallow surf heads pulled backward looking to the dark sky, bodies arched into each other, panting and cursing.

In seconds the Atlantic again interceded with a larger wave knocking the unsteady women off their feet. This time, however, neither woman released her grip from her foe. Their legs flailed wildly trying to gain some advantage as the women lay in the surf and sand side by side struggling for supremacy. Both women managed to get one of her rivals legs scissored between her own. They each used the leg for leverage as they attempted to pull off their foes head by the hair. The women strained and groaned as they exerted themselves. The battle ground to a near stand still as neither women could gain advantage.

It was Dawn that shifted the battle. She began trying to knee Sandy’s cunt with her trapped Leg. Sandy responded in kind. But with the leg locks the women had, the effect was more of a humping action than cunt busting. The women’s blood lust slowly turned to arousal.

“I always knew you wanted it, lezzy whore” Dawn Hissed.

“Lezzy… its you gushing pussy juice all over my leg you big dyke bitch!” Sandy Hissed back.

“You just can’t handle that my pussy is better than yours, twat”.

“That isn’t what Mitch and John told me,” Sandy said almost sweetly with a smile on her face. Dawn was furious. The women inched their pussies closer together humping each other furiously.

Finally they released each released one hand from each others hair trying to rapidly get in position for a pussy fight. At first they sat upright one hand still buried in their foes mane legs straddling her foe banging pussies as hard as possible. This was no lesbian love making session, this was a pussy fight where the pussy was both the target and the weapon. They crashed together again and again so hard their bones ached from the hard contact.

Dawn, exhausted, could no longer keep herself upright with just the one arm. She released her grip on Sandy’s hair and worked with her now free hand to pry Sandy’s claw out of her own mane. It took almost 30 seconds to get her hand free. Dawn then flopped over on her back and focused all her energy on out-fucking her brunette rival.

Sandy remained upright taking advantage of the “high ground” to apply even more pussy power to her foe. In the awkward position she could no longer reach Dawn’s hair or tits. She briefly considered clawing the bitches pussy, but that would take her down a path she wasn’t sure she wanted to go. If she clawed Dawn’s pussy, Dawn was sure to retaliate. Sandy wanted to destroy Dawn, but she also wanted to enjoy the rewards after. Nobody would win a true pussy clawing match. So she settled for pummeling Dawn’s pussy with her own.

The pussy fight was painful for both women but still erotic. In spite of the pain, or maybe because of it, both women were getting more and more aroused. Dawn griped Sandy’s leg for leverage pulling her pussy into Sandy’s with every ounce of energy in her body. Sandy raised her body up again and again crashing the full force of her body into Dawn’s pussy. With each crash of energy the women humped each other harder and harder emphasizing each blow with screams of effort. However, Dawn managed to pull Sandy an inch closer with each blow yanking on her foes leg. Finally, Sandy could no longer get any distance for her blows. Sandy let her body sink to the sand, grabbed Dawn’s Leg, and focused 100% of her energy into grinding her pussy as hard as she could into Dawn’s.

The women writhed on the ground, straddling their foe, pussy to pussy, waves rushing in around them. Faster and faster they humped each other determined to prove her pussy was best and determined to make her opponent cum first. This was no love making session however. As they humped they howled their frustration at each other. “cunt” “Whore” “Bitch” “Slut”. This was a race to the finish. The first to cum would be spent and both women knew it. The winner would be able to virtually have her way with her defeated rival.

Sandy could feel her body exploding. She wanted to cum but resisted the urge determined to outlast Dawn. Dawn seemed to sense that Sandy was on the edge and redoubled her efforts to finish off her raven haired foe. For Inspiration Sandy looked over at John, Love of her Life. She could see him desperately urging her on even though with the blood pounding through her veins she couldn’t even really hear what he was saying. Even in the dim moonlight she could see the huge bulge in his pants. Sandy thought about what would happen if she came. That Blonde cunt would dominate Sandy… humiliate her. She would take John’s Massive Cock for her own. And what if she didn’t give him back? What if John really did prefer Dawn? Of course it was ridiculous to think it, but in Sandy’s state of mind it seemed completely plausible.

The thought fueled Sandy’s Rage. This whore wanted to steal her man. HER MAN! She had always wanted John. Mitch was good, but John was better. This wasn’t the first time she had defended her territory and with the kind of man John was, it wouldn’t be her last. With a barbaric scream she squelched her desires and ground her rage into her foe’s pussy. Dawn responded with surprise but ground her pussy into Sandy’s as fast as she could go.

Both women bucked and writhed, passion and hate wracking their bodies. Faster and faster they raced toward a climax each determine her foe would reach it first. Sandy took a moment to take in Mitch. She could see in his eyes that his thoughts. The pride. The lust. She would show him. Show him once and for all that he had been right all those years ago as she had fucked him. That it was her that was the better woman.

Determined to go on, Sandy ground her pussy all the harder into Dawn’s fighting to maintain her balance on the edge of an orgasm.

Relief flooded through Sandy as Dawn began to buck in throws a massive orgasm. Dawn’s body convulsed and shook as Sandy mercilessly continued to hump her foe determined to fuck every ounce of resistance out of Dawn’s body.

“Oh God Yes… Oh God Yesss… Fuck Me… Fuck Me… Fuck Me!” Dawn couldn’t help but scream out in passion. Sandy couldn’t help but smile… she had won. She continued to fuck poor Dawn until her body ceased spasming.

Sandy then released her pussy lock on Dawn and moved to climb on top of her foe. She looked down on Dawn’s face, defeated and spent. Her hair was in complete disarray and soaked. Her face bruised. Blood still trickled from her her nose and cut lip. Sandy resisted the urge to pummel Dawn into submission. Instead she straddled her beaten love rivals midriff pressing her pussy into Dawn’s belly button and pinning her arms above her head school girl style. “Give” she snarled into Dawn’s face.

“No” Dawn said back weakly between gasps.

Sandy lowered her body down on Dawn quickly enveloping Dawn’s face between Sandy’s Bulging Breasts smothering Dawn. “Give!” Sandy practically ordered.

Dawn’s squirmed trying to extricate herself from Sandy’s breasts, gasping for air as she could. Finally she got her head turned far enough to the side to grab some air and gasp “Never.”

Sandy was incensed. She again overcame the urge to pummel her foe. Dawn was defeated and they both knew it. She was just being a stubborn mule and needed some encouragement. Sandy pushed herself off Dawn and sat back. She then latched both hands on each of Dawn’s already swollen breasts squeezing them for all she was worth. “GIVE!!!” she commanded.

Dawn howled with pain futilely trying to remove Sandy’s claws from her precious breasts. But Sandy was having none of it tearing and twisting at the titflesh of her fallen rival. Dawn was beaten. Dawn knew it. Sandy knew it. Now all that was between Sandy and an incredible night of passion with two men was this bitch’s stubbornness. Dawn had to give up and had to do it now.

Finally Dawn sobbed out loudly “PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! I Give!!! You Win!!!”

Sandy sat back proudly. “I am the better woman. I have the best tits. I have the best pussy. Say it.” Dawn sobbed rubbing her ruined breasts but said nothing. Sandy sunk her claws again into her former friends titflesh and screamed in her face “SAY IT!!!”

Dawn howled with pain. “YES!!! YES!! You are the better woman. Your tits are better than mine… and your pussy is better than mine!!!” Again Sandy sat proudly on Dawn. This fight had been simmering for decades and at last here she was, victorious! It was a glorious picture neither John nor Mitch would ever forget. In the gleaming moonlight, Sandy majestically sat upon her beaten foe her breasts proud and firm, nipples fully erect practically glowing in the moonlight. Dawn sobbing in pain beneath her cupping her breasts, totally beaten. Two Alpha females who now knew once and for all who was the superior woman.

Sandy finally got off of her beaten former friend. She walked toward the men. John lovingly wrapped her in her sarong. Mitch slipped on her coat. Sandy firmly gripped both mens bulging crotches. “Gentlemen… follow me.” She led them back down the beach toward the cottages and her reward.

Epilogue:
Sandy’s wildest fantasies came true that night. John took her first ramming her tender pussy and using her swollen breasts for leverage, then Mitch mounted her missionary style pounding her pussy relentlessly. The men appeared to be competing as well, each determined to out fuck the other eliciting louder and louder cries of passion from Sandy. They took turns on the busty brunette, each recovering as the other fucked her. Sandy came over and over but refused to let it end. This had been a lifelong fantasy for her and she was not about to let it end. Finally at about 4:00 am after 3 hours of unrelenting passion, Sandy collapsed into John’s arms. She was vaguely aware that Mitch excused himself soon after to go check on his beaten wife to make sure she had made it back to the cottage before sunrise. When she woke, John was gone. She found a note that he had gone to get them breakfast. The cottages had no room service and he figured she could use the recovery time.

Sandy lay there drinking in the morning. Every inch of her body ached but it was a good ache. She had won her fight and fulfilled a fantasy of a lifetime.

She sat up with a start as the phone rang. She slowly answered it. “Hello?”

“Hi,” it was Dawn. Sandy automatically bristled. “I hope it isn’t too early.”

“What do you want?” Sandy asked shortly.

“I wanted… I wanted to apologize,” Dawn said slowly. “We were… we were best friends. We shared everything. Even the men we loved. And I blew it all. John didn’t love me… he never did. He loved you.”

“Mitch loves you too,” Sandy said, softening.

“I know he does. I just got confused… John was so… good… so mature about sex.” Dawn said it clearly remembering it fondly. “Don’t get me wrong. Mitch was good. And he has gotten every bit as good as John. John just… peaked earlier.” Sandy said nothing but nodded silently. The men had both given her their best effort the night before and she would have been hard pressed to pick a “winner.”

“Don’t get me wrong”, Dawn continued. “I am not apologizing for last night. You and I needed that. We needed to… know which of us was better. Needed to settle it, once and for all.”

“Yah… we certainly needed that,” Sandy said… she was amazed Dawn was calling, even more that she was apologizing. “And the boys certainly enjoyed it,” she said with a laugh.

“You can say that again,” Dawn said with a husky chuckle. “Mitch came home this morning. I don’t think you let him sleep a minute last night, but he still fucked me longer and harder than he has in 10 years. I thought sex last night before our fight was great. I had no idea.”

“I hear you,” Sandy agreed thinking about the night before. She found herself wishing John were there right now fucking her.

“My stupidity wasted so many years,” Dawn continued. “I ruined the best friendship of my life because I thought I wanted to steal your husband… when I had the best man I could ever hope for already in my life. I almost destroyed my marriage to him in the process. I am just… I am just wondering… if… when we get back home… maybe you and I could go out. Just the two of us. See if we can still be friends.”

Sandy was floored. If you had asked her a week before if she would ever be friends with Dawn again she would have said it was impossible, yet now after nearly killing her, she suddenly saw it was a possibility. “Yah… I’d like that.”

Dawn’s smile was almost audible over the phone. “Good. Thank you. One more thing… based on the performance of my husband… next year I want a rematch!”

Sandy smiled mischievously. “You’re on!” She could feel her nipples hardening at the thought. “Or maybe next year we have the guys fight over us!”

Dawn laughed. “Only fair… I can’t wait!!” and with that the girls settled in chatting and laughing as if nothing had ever gone wrong in their friendship in the last 20 years.

The End

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