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Story title : Rough Fun

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Rough Fun (MF, bi, swingers, orgy)
By Anonymous Author

***

Swinger wives set up a cockfight match between their 
husbands for their entertainment. It's fun to watch but 
soon turns into an orgy of rough fun for all.

***

My wife Ivette shook her head. "You're being silly... 
it's fun, they're fun, and we'll have fun," she rubbed 
her foot against mine. We were sitting on the couch in 
our home discussing an invitation from her friend, Jilly 
and her husband Ed.

"I don't know," I said. "The invitation scares me." I 
looked at it again. In Jilly's precise hand it said: 
"We'd like to invite you both for a challenging evening. 
Gentlemen first; ladies after. And we see what happens 
after that."

I dropped the invitation on my lap and looked at her. At 
30, she was as beautiful as ever -- long-brown hair, dark 
eyes, olive skin, with an hourglass figure that sported 
large, shapely breasts. She knew I would do whatever she 
wanted, if she wanted it badly enough.

Now she smiled that convincing smile. "I've shared your 
world with you... all your fantasies. When we first got 
married, you told me what you liked and I watched those 
tapes with you, talked about it with you, and finally, I 
started doing it. And it's been heaven for you... you 
know that and so do I."

I nodded. "A guy dreams about it... I've got it."

"You're married to a woman who does the one thing that 
turns you on more than anything else."

I smiled myself. "Well, you can't say you don't like it."

She pulled her feet away and sat up. "Oh, I love it now. 
But I didn't know I would when I started and now I'm 
asking you to take that chance... I think you'll love 
what I want too. If you don't, I'll never mention it 
again."

I chuckled. "You've earned it. Okay, let's shake on it."

She pulled open her bathrobe. "I've got a better idea," 
she said, bending down, pulling my robe open and giving 
my cock a quick lick. "Let's fuck on it."

And that's how it all started.

*

Two nights later, we drove to Jillie and Ed's house. On 
the way there, we hardly spoke. Ivette said all there was 
to say before, while we were dressing. She pulled on 
skintight leather pants over a white see-through bra and 
lace panties. She had applied all her make-up, re-done 
her nails and was now standing in her bare feet pulling 
up her pants.

"Now baby, just remember a couple of things," she said. 
"It's for fun but it's not faked. So try. Also, the 
rules. The guys quote the rules for the ladies and..."

I nodded, "I understand completely."

She giggled and leaned over to kiss me. "Ummm, I'm so 
excited and I'm real proud. Jillie said you'd never 
agree. Now she'll have to eat that... and a lot more."

"How did you know she was into this?" I asked.

Ivette shrugged. "At work she had an argument with 
another woman and, later on, she let it slip...told me 
she'd like to get that bitch in private and see who the 
better woman was. I asked her what that meant but she 
wouldn't tell me. Couple of days later, when she had 
calmed down, I asked her to keep a secret and told her I 
liked to wrestle and she told me she'd been doing it 
herself for a long time. We talk about it every once in a 
while. Compare notes. Boast about matches a bit. She's 
always talking about how she loves it rough. And I've 
wanted to get her a lot. Funny though, we've never 
tangled. I mean, we have talked about it but the 
opportunity has never come up. One of us is always busy."

I fantasized about that fight. Jillie was about Ivette's 
size, a bit taller and maybe slightly thinner but just as 
buxom. Her hair was blonde, in a long, wavy, stylish cut. 
She was beautiful. And she was brassy; she used language 
in public Ivette only used in private and talked about 
her sex life openly and in as detailed a way as I'd ever 
heard. I didn't like her much but, in a certain way, she 
was a turn on. And, yes, I had fantasized about her and 
my wife fighting...I sure as hell had.

Ed opened the door when we rang the bell. I'd never met 
him but he immediately smiled. He was about my age, late 
thirties, thin but obviously strong. I could see the 
torso muscles through the tee-shirt he was wearing. He 
had on a pair of sweatpants and sandals.

He invited us in. "It's great to meet you," he said, 
shaking my hand, "especially under these circumstances. 
And you, Ivette, look beautiful as always. Come in."

Jillie was waiting at the door to the living room. It 
didn't surprise me that she was dressed almost exactly 
like Ivette, right down to the open-toed sandal high-
heels (Ivette had instructed me as to how to dress...so I 
figured some rules had already been discussed). And I was 
even less surprised when they greeted each other warmly 
but with coy, knowing smiles.

Jillie kissed me hello and stepped back, smiling. "Well, 
well, Ivette," she said, "You've impressed me."

Ivette laughed, "Didn't think I would make it happen, did 
you?"

Jillie looked at her, "It hasn't happened yet...we'll 
see."

"Yes," said Ivette, "We will."

*

After about 15 minutes of small talk, sitting in their 
living room, Jillie turned to Ivette. "Well, let's get 
down to the fun, shall we?"

My wife nodded. "Let's. It's your house...so you can 
start with the rules."

The exchange went quickly. One would say something and 
the other would answer. It was almost competitive.

"Guys first," said Jillie. "Wrestling."

"Okay," Ivette said, glancing at both Ed and me briefly, 
"From the knees."

Jilly looked straight at me. "Completely naked," she 
said.

I stared back at her, a bit shocked. Jillie smiled and 
shrugged, "You can refuse to compete if it's too much for 
you."

I said nothing but Ivette spoke up. "My man has no 
problem showing what he's got and using it. Let them 
start with hard-ons."

Ed had a very slight smile on his face; Jillie was 
obviously loving it. "Alright! Cock-fight... I love it. 
One hand on the cock at all times. If it comes off, they 
stop until the guy can grab the other's dick again. No 
real squeezing, though."

Ivette was becoming excited. "No squeezing, just 
rubbing... and they use every hold they can. But, if a 
hand comes off, the man can use his foot... as long as 
hand or foot is on that dick."

Jillie leaned back, slipped off one shoe and held her own 
pretty foot. "Uh huh...so then you can win with a pin, a 
submission or if the opponent comes."

Ivette gasped. "Jillie... Christ!"

Jillie feigned surprise. "You tell me you wrestle for 
your man's pleasure... you mean to say he's not willing 
to do the same for you?"

And she and Ed giggled... I guess the giggle got to my 
wife before I could put a hand over her mouth.

"Okay, bitch," she said in only half-joking tones, "so 
the loser may come but the winner is going to come in 
your mouth... you give my guy a blow-job when he wins."

"Okay," Jillie said smiling confidently, "and I presume 
you'll do the same if my man beats yours. I want to show 
Ed what he has and the only way to do that is to compare 
it with your inferior techniques."

Ivette was obviously getting a bit angry. "No problem, my 
dear. Except for one thing."

Jillie smirked. "Already looking for a way out?"

"Sort of," Ivette said. "The loser's lady can avoid the 
blow job by fighting the winner's woman...and the 
winner's wife sets the rules. The loser of that match 
does both the winner and her husband. How do you like 
that, my love?"

Jillie smiled. "That, I like very, very much. To the rec 
room, if you both please."

*

The rec room was a sizeable room, completely 
matted(including the walls). I noticed a small, recessed 
bar in one corner with a mat hung in front of that and a 
pitcher of drinks set on top. We all took a glass and 
helped ourselves and then each couple went to a corner of 
the room. As the hostess, Jillie spoke.

"Okay, fellas. No blows of any kind are permitted in this 
contest. You can't kick or slap. You can't use hair 
pulling or choking. You'll both strip naked and allow 
your wife to get you hard. Then you kneel face to face, 
and grab each other by the cock. Don't attempt to hurt 
each other: remember that it's in your interest to keep 
your opponent hard and try to make him come. You're also 
allowed to pin your opponent for a count of ten or make 
him submit by any hold... including sitting on his face 
and smothering him into the submission. But remember that 
you should try to keep a hold on his cock and if it slips 
away, you must regain the hold before you start fighting 
again. Are there any questions?"

Ed was looking at me, smiling. He said nothing. I had no 
questions... except what the fuck I was doing here. But I 
didn't ask that one.

"Okay," Jillie said. "Come to the center of the room, 
stand about three feet apart and strip your clothes off."

We did as we were told. I wasn't mistaken about Ed's body 
-- he was strong, muscles in all the right places, and 
hung better than average. He stripped slowly, allowing me 
to look at each portion of his body and watching me 
smiling as I did the same.

I heard each of the women making encouraging remarks -- 
"Not bad... Well, now, he IS a hunk... Can he use that 
thing as well as you say he can? Make it hard; my guy 
needs something to hang on to."

By the way, I work out constantly and, in the important 
areas, I was Ed's equal -- including between the legs.

We each returned to our respective wives. Ivette 
immediately grabbed my cock and kissed me, holding me in 
the back of the head. "I love you, baby," she said. "Now, 
listen to me. Don't be afraid to grab him on the ass and 
use that if you have to. Wrestle hard but enjoy the 
feeling; rub against him if you want. That will relax you 
and you'll fight better. Remember to have fun; it's no 
shame to lose. You're doing something that turns on two 
women. And don't listen to what she says... listen to me. 
I'll be encouraging you. And don't worry, I'm not going 
to blow him. If I lose, I'll fight her any way she wants 
and I'll kick her fucking ass."

I nodded. If that last comment was made to turn me on, it 
did. She didn't even need to suck me very much for my 
dick to get rock hard. I looked over and saw Jillie 
talking to Ed while licking his dick and rubbing his ass. 
Obviously, that was having the same results.

Ivette looked over, "Ready?" she asked.

Jillie nodded. She took a tube laying in the corner and 
quickly rubbed something on her husband's dick, tossing 
it to Ivette as she rubbed him some more. Ivette did the 
same -- "It's an ointment, no taste, no odor... just 
makes it easier to rub the dick."

"Okay, to the center, gentlemen," Jillie said. Ivette 
kicked off her shoes and sat down on the mat in the 
corner. Jillie did the same. Ed came to me and, when we 
were close together, we knelt -- he carefully grabbed my 
cock, smiling broadly, and I grabbed his. In my hand, it 
felt enormous and it was already throbbing. Even before 
we began wrestling, we were rubbing and the ladies began 
talking.

"Close together," Jillie said. "Put the other hand where 
you want it." Ed put his hand around my shoulders for a 
headlock and I put my left hand on his ass, pushing my 
fingers into the hole.

"Ready?" Jillie said. We both nodded.

"Okay, then, fight."

Things happened quickly. Ed tightened his grip on my 
shoulders and began messaging methodically. I pushed both 
feet out behind me and spread them to make throwing me 
more difficult and making pushing him backwards easier.

I tightened my grip on his ass, pushing against him. He 
grunted with exertion and pleasure. From this point on, I 
remember only that I started rubbing Ed's dick high up, 
near the ridge because that's how I like it. I don't 
remember how I rubbed it from then on... it just happened 
automatically.

Most of it happened instinctively. He fell backwards, 
with me on top and we rolled on the floor. Ed began 
lifting his leg, trying to get behind me to weaken my 
grip on him and to try for a control hold. I wouldn't let 
him. I locked one of his legs between mine and was 
content to roll back and forth -- one man on top and then 
the other. He was moving his hand back and forth on my 
hard-on and, while I fought him, I rubbed with increasing 
pleasure. Now, it didn't matter who won or lost -- and it 
didn't matter whose woman saying what.

Ed and I were cheek to cheek and the gasping breaths and 
grunts' of pleasure were louder now. His body was pouring 
sweat and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see his 
smile -- he was enjoying this.

In fact, so was I. The strain of the muscled body against 
mine, my hand sliding on his sweaty back and ass, the 
throbbing from his dick and the wonderful pleasure I felt 
straining in his grip... it all mixed with the 
increasingly frenzied comments from the women, getting 
louder and bolder as the minutes went by and our locked 
bodies struggled. I don't remember who said what -- it 
was all just a mixture of voices by then.

"Fight, baby, go for it... keep your hand working... he's 
about to come."

"Come on, honey, flip him over. Get on top of him. Show 
him how much man you are!"

"Harder, baby, everything you have... Do it for me."

"Fight, sweetie... I'm going to fuck the shit out of you 
when you're finished... Rub his fucking dick."

What couldn't have been more than a minute or two seemed 
like an eternity. I was getting tired. My breathing began 
to hurt. My body was aching and my own dick was 
throbbing. I knew that soon I would have to stop. And I 
figured the moment had come as Ed flipped me over and 
suddenly pulled his arm away and rested his forearm on my 
chest, right under my neck.

Now, with his full weight on me, I knew I had lost... I 
was about to give up. I could hear Jillie's voice 
screaming, "Push down, Ed. Push hard. You got him now. 
Ask him if he gives... the fucking wimp. He ain't shit to 
you, baby. Make him give!"

I saw Ed's eye blazing with the force.

"Okay," I yelled, "I give." But, as I said it, I felt 
something spray into my hand and wet the side of my body. 
As Ed's body collapsed and Ivette's voice shrieked, "Oh, 
yes. Alright, baby!" And Jillie's said, "Shit."
 
It took me a few seconds to realize that Ed hadn't 
collapsed; he had come. I rolled him off me and looked 
down. His body was limped, his face was smiling and his 
dick was covered with come. I smiled down at him and 
nodded. He managed a faint nod back. We had done what our 
wives wanted.

"Fuck, yes." Ivette said standing as I sort of crawled 
over to her. "Jillie, get ready to put something where 
your big mouth is."

Ivette turned me around and began kissing and rubbing me 
furiously -- I hadn't realized how much this would turn 
her on. But I was looking at Jillie -- a good blowjob 
from a beautiful woman seemed like just the thing at that 
moment and, well, Jillie WAS a beautiful woman.

"Wait a second, Ivette," Jillie said. "Your man gave 
up... he lost."

Ivette pulled away, stood, and turned, putting her hands 
on her hips. "What?"

Jillie shook her head and stood herself. "At the very 
least it was a draw...I'm not about to suck his dick on a 
draw."

"This is bullshit," Ivette said. "You make a challenge 
and then go back on it? Come on. Fair's fair. Ed's come 
is all over the fucking place."

Jillie took a couple of steps toward us. "Look, let's not 
argue about this. I wouldn't have done it anyway. If Ed 
had lost, I wasn't going to suck it. Remember, I DO have 
another option."

Ivette smiled now...the smile was cold. "Well, so it 
doesn't make any difference, huh? Okay, then. If you 
don't want to suck his dick, you have to..."

"Fight," Jillie said. "Ed, get up, sweetheart. You tried 
hard and deserve your own treat. Now you're going to have 
it. Okay, Ivette, let's talk."

*

My wife shrugged. "Since we're calling this a draw, I 
guess we'll have to let the guys set up the rules. Ed cab 
begin."

Jillie smiled. Ed was now sitting in the corner, looking 
a bit dazed. But he managed a smile. "Wrestling...from 
the knees. No blows of any kind."

I knew what I wanted. "Naked." I said quietly.

Ivette was facing Ed. Jillie had turned away from me and 
was removing her jewelry. Ed nodded at me, looking back 
and forth between the two women with a smile. "Pulling 
hair and squeezing tits."

And THAT was my cue. "Face sitting submission." I said 
brightly.

Jillie turned then and looked at her rival with a grin. 
"My, my..."	

Ivette shrugged. "That's my guy! You'll still have to 
blow him when you lose."

"I don't intend to lose, darling." It was practically a 
snarl.

Ivette turned away from her. "No debates...it's time to 
show what you got."

Both women approached each other and slowly, almost 
defiantly, stripped. Ed and I began making the kinds of 
comments the ladies had made before. But, if they heard 
us, they didn't show it -- they were intently looking at 
each other and the smiles were gone now.

*

Now I had a chance to compare them -- they were both 
gorgeous women. Their athletic bodies were lined with 
small, sexy muscle. Their asses were as tight as could 
be, with Jillie's a bit rounder and Ivette's sharper. And 
they were obviously ladies who took care of themselves -- 
like Ivette, Jillie was groomed from her soft hair right 
down to her polished red toenails.

Once naked, both dropped to their knees. They moved 
close, touching breasts and then mashing them together. 
Without another exchange of words, each woman put her arm 
around the others back and put the other hand on her 
opponent's ass.

"Ready?" Jillie almost whispered. Ivette nodded.

Both suddenly tightened their grips, tumbled to the floor 
and the fight was on.

Jillie got up on her knees and got a strong headlock on 
Ivette, who grabbed the blonde's waist and put one leg 
over Jillie's back. She pushed her other leg under Jillie 
and got a scissors hold and, in that position, headlock 
against scissors, they struggled and strained -- grunting 
and gasping.

Ivette got one hand under Jillie's chin and started 
pushing up. Jillie responded by grabbing Ivette's breast 
with her free hand.

I can't remember what I said...only that I was screaming, 
begging for my wife to win. I wanted the victory for 
her...and I wanted to have beautiful, arrogant Jilly suck 
my dick. I wanted it more than anything I could think of.

Their backs were to me so I couldn't see much more than 
the straining in their muscles. But I did see that Ed had 
another hard-on (talk about recovery powers!!!) and that, 
as he stared down, his eyes widened. I heard grunts and 
groans and I knew I was missing something, so I walked 
over to his side and knelt next to him.

In that wrestling position, both women had put one hand 
on the other's breast and were squeezing with all the 
power they had. It was a battle of skill and strength, 
and a contest to see who could take the pain longest.

Ivette's toes flexed back as she put pressure on Jillie's 
waist with her scissors. Jillie strained with her 
headlock and both worked feverishly, carefully avoiding 
sinking the nails in but mashing the breast with 
fingertips.

In that position, they fought for about a minute or so, 
their bodies moving only slightly. In fact, they only 
indication that this was a fight, was the straining of 
their muscles, the grunts and groans, and the angry 
expressions on their faces.

Between their gasps, I could hear them whispering:

"Bitch, I'm gonna pull your fucking tits off."

"Fuck you cunt. Your ass is mine now."

"I can see your man...he's looking at me rubbing his 
dick. He wants me so bad."

"Fuck you, bitch. Your man is gonna dream of me forever."

And those whispers were mixed with Ed and my voices.

"Get her, baby...make her look like shit."

"Squeeze, baby. Squeeze that tit."

"Go for it...fight!"

"Hurt her, honey, make her hurt!"

Suddenly, with a gasp, Jillie let go of the hold and 
tried to grab Ivette's hand away from her breast. Ivette 
actually smiled. She rolled onto her back, grabbed 
Jillie's hair, pulling her head back into a reverse 
headlock... almost a chokehold. In that way, while she 
was on the bottom, Ivette had full control over the other 
woman.

Jillie moved back and forth furiously, side-walking to 
try to escape the hold but Ivette was on fire. There was 
no way she was going to let go.

"Bitch," she said, "Give up. I got you...you can't get 
away."

Jillie tried to say something but she obviously 
couldn't... she was finished. With one last strong jerk 
of her body, she tried vainly to escape and then relaxed. 
Ivette reached around and getting on top, pushed her face 
down and quickly straddled her on the breasts.

Now Ivette looked down and Jillie looked up. I was 
surprised that, rather than fear or anger, Jillie seemed 
willing. Ivette reached down and rubbed hair out of 
Jillie's face, almost tenderly.

"Okay, baby," she said softly, "Lick me some and then get 
my guy off. If you want, Ed can make me come...you don't 
have to finish me."

Jillie's voice was hoarse, "Come on," she said.

Ivette slid up and straddled Jillie's face and then 
lowered herself down slowly. Jillie began licking, Ivette 
began gyrating and the movements became more and more 
frenzied. It lasted about a half minute and then Ivette 
suddenly rose.

She looked at me and smiled. "She's yours, baby," she 
said to me. Then to Ed, "Come on and do me, Ed."

I lay on the floor, Ivette did the same and Ed began 
licking her pussy. But I didn't see much of that because 
Jillie was on my dick before I could say a word. She was 
expert. She moved her tongue over my ridge slowly, 
flirtatiously and, when I couldn't stand it anymore, she 
took my dick in her mouth and began sucking... deeply, 
not just up and down but real sucking.

It didn't take long; the fight with Ed, the wonderful 
battle between these beautiful women, and now this... I 
came quickly, hard, and deep in Jillie's mouth.

Without a word, she stroked me stomach and got up. 
Ivette, who apparently had already come, was standing in 
her corner still naked and I walked over to her.

As Ivette reached down for her clothes, I heard Jillie's 
voice. "Wait a sec, Ivette," she said. "That was fun... 
but let's do something really interesting now that we've 
broken the ice."

Ivette nodded gleefully, "Great. Let's rest some and have 
some real competition... what do you say guys?"

Jillie looked at both of us. Ed didn't appear very 
eager...I can tell you that I sure didn't feel eager 
myself. Of course, Jillie was in no mood for negativity.

"You guys look ready," she said. "What do you have in 
mind, Ivette?"

The END (for now)

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