Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting, Part 1
By Madcat
An innocent visit with an old friend turns into a nightmare of female domination.


"Do we have to go?" Denise asked sadly.

"Yes, honey, we do." Tom replied as he brought their sedan smoothly onto the
highway. "We have discussed this already. I want to see my old college buddy
and you need a weekend away from Tom junior."

"I know." The blonde replied sobbing gently. "But I'm not ready to leave my
baby for an entire weekend. He's going to miss me."

"Little Tommy is almost 2. He'll be just fine. Plus don't you think we could
use a little time together. Just us. You know. A little sex. Do you remember
what that is?" Tom said harshly.

"Screw you." Denise shot back. For the soft-spoken blonde, that constituted
abject profanity.

Tom drove the rest of the 3 hour trip in stony silence. The sex issue, or lack
thereof, had become a real sticking point with the couple. Denise simply
didn't want it any more since the baby came into the world. The couple of
times Tom managed to force his beautiful bride into performing her sacred
duties had been a disaster. It felt more like rape to the demoralized husband.

He watched his wife exit the car when they arrived at his frat buddy's new
house. She wore tan Capri pants and a simple white blouse. Tall, elegant and
downright sexy, the ex-dancer still had the body of a 20 year old. The
pregnancy took nothing away from Denise's curvy figure. Of course, his wife
had worked like a banshee to shed the extra pounds. One thing that Denise
didn't shy away from was exercise. The girl's full bosom and long shapely legs
just added to his current misery.

His hand met hers in a truce offering. "Come on honey. You'll like Mike. He's
a riot."

The sun was setting as the couple strolled up to the front door. It was late
fall and chill wind swept down the suburban street. Denise hated this time of
year and something about Mike's little two story house looked dark and
foreboding. Tom rang the bell and a dark haired woman answered the door.

"You must be Tom." The brunette said as if she was talking to a pizza delivery
man. "Come in."

"Ah, hi," Tom responded, definitely taken aback by the woman's less than
friendly welcome. "You must be Angie. This is my wife Denise. Where's Mike?"

Angie ignored his question as she turned to Denise. "Welcome, Mike never
mentioned that you were so tall and beautiful." The woman said with genuine
warmth. Angie took the blonde's hand.

Denise blushed. "Why, thank you. I don't get many compliments these days."

"Where's Mike?" Tom broke into their private conversation.

The woman still didn't respond. "How tall are you? Do you workout?" she asked
Denise.

His wife started to say something but Tom interrupted by yanking Angie's hand
away from his lovely wife. "Where-is-Mike?" he demanded.

Time seemed to stop as Angie glared up at the male visitor. She looked ready
to rip his head off. Tom certainly wasn't scared. He stood almost six foot
tall and had a powerful build. The man worked out almost as much as his
beautiful wife. Angie stood only 5-6.

Tom took advantage of the momentary pause to give his friend's wife the look.
She defied his attempts to mentally undress her. Angie's baggy sweatshirt and
slacks gave little details as to her proportions. She looked heavy but her
posture seemed too proud and strong to be that of a fat person.

Finally, the woman just smiled and diffused looming conflict. "He's in the
kitchen finishing dinner. Where a man belongs."

The taller male laughed halfheartedly at the dumb joke. Looking back at his
blonde wife, Tom took advantage of this bizarre exchange to leave and find his
old buddy. He proceeded down the hallway towards the sound of cooking.

It took only a few steps and a turn to the left to locate Mike.

"Hey butt-breath, how's it hangin'?" Tom asked using friend's old nick name.

His friend, a tad shorter than Tom, stood at the stove cooking pasta. He stood
wearing a sweater, jeans and apron. Seeming a bit startled, Mike spun around
and greeted his frat brother with a handshake. "Great, just finishing dinner.
How's it going with you, Tom?"

"Good, good." Tom replied, surprised by his friend's domesticated appearance.
"Hey, do you have a beer?"

"Sorry, no. But we will be having a nice red wine with dinner. You hungry?"

"No beer? What's up with that? You used to drink a six pack for breakfast."

"I'm trying to watch my weight. You know, keep in shape."

Mike never was a good liar. Tom could see it plain as day even after 9 years
of separation. His friend was hiding something and he accurately figured it
had something to do with the bizarre chick out in the hallway. Mike and Angie
had gotten married about a year ago. The boys had kept in touch with an
occasional email and phone call. But Mike rarely spoke about her. Like most
males, baseball and golf dominated their short conversations.

The girls entered the kitchen at that moment. "Is dinner ready yet? Hurry up
and get the table set." Angie told her husband. There was a harshness to her
voice, but it was Mike's response that really floored Tom.

"Yes, ma'am."

Ma'am. What the hell was that? Tom could not help but think about his buddy
and the weird response all thru dinner. It seemed like space aliens or some
such thing had replaced his friend. The once outgoing Mike sat quietly thru
the meal, not speaking unless spoken to. The pasta tasted great but Tom found
he had little appetite. This weekend trip was nothing like he had anticipated.

Strangely, Denise appeared to be having fun. She and Angie seemed to be
hitting it off and the two women dominated the conversation. Tom couldn't help
but feel a little left out.

After dinner the couples paired of for Euchre. Mike and Angie won the first
game. It didn't surprise Tom. His lovely wife stunk at cards. Angie then
suggested a boys versus girls game. Tom jumped at the idea. He and Mike used
to be house champions, almost unbeatable. This would be a great chance to
relive some old glory and beat the stout little brunette whom Tom had come to
dislike immensely.

But the euchre gods had other ideas. The girls jumped out to a nice lead with
some aggressive play. Even the buxom blonde got into the act and picked up
some points. Mike contributed next to nothing and kept annoyingly quiet. Tom
hated to lose but seemed powerless to avoid this fate. Angie set him in the
last hand by trumping his ace.

"The girls win 10-2. I thought you guys were good." The brunette said, double
high fiving her partner.

"You girls got lucky. How about another game?" Tom replied. He really wanted
to beat this vixen.

"Sure."

Tom tried to make up for his mostly missing partner but failed. Denise set him
in the first hand and again in the fifth. Her husband cursed loudly. "My cards
suck." He exclaimed along with a few other colorful phrases.

"Watch your language." Denise chastised. "Relax, it's just a game."

"Easy for you to say." Tom replied in a mocking tone. The couple exchanged icy
stares.

It ended with a humiliating 10-1 score. The ladies dominated the game from
beginning to end. Tom had enough socializing for one night. It was almost
11PM.

"Lets go to bed." He told his wife.

Denise turned to Angie, "Do you need help with the dishes?"

"No, Mike will take care of them. Go to bed guys, you had a long drive."

The couple retreated to the guest bedroom still hurting from their earlier
clash. Tom shut the door.

"Man, that Angie is strange." He said to his wife, watching her undress. She
unbuttoned her top and revealed a glorious rack covered with a white, lace
bra.

"I liked her. It's your friend Mike that's weird. He is nothing like you
said." Denise shot back tersely. She was still mad at her hubby for his rude
display at the card table. He could be such a little boy at times. The girl
doffed her slacks, unveiling small white panties bracketing her wide, strong
hips.

It reminded Tom of why he married her. Denise was simply stunning. She loved
to tan and the girl's golden brown skin seemed in perfect contrast to the
white of the lingerie. She snatched a transparent nightie out of the suitcase
and marched off the bathroom.

"I don't think you should be prancing around dressed like that." Tom advised
as she stormed by.

"I don't give a rat's ass what you think right now." Denise exploded.

Tom lay on the bed, stunned. His pretty wife just didn't use such language. He
waited for his chance to use the bathroom and, when he returned, it was lights
out. Tom got into bed wearing just his boxers. He reached over to his luscious
wife and touched her shoulder.

"Not tonight." Came the expected response. Tom retreated to his side of the
bed nursing yet another erection.

Needless to say, Tom couldn't sleep. The day's events added to his arousal
kept him very much awake. After a couple hours he went down to the kitchen for
a glass of water. The house was dark.

Tom first heard the noises while standing in the kitchen. The sounds of
grunting and movement caught his ear. They came from the basement. The door
was closed but light clearly showed under the door. It sounded like a war
going on just underneath him.

Curiosity got the better of Thomas and he slowly cracked open the door. That's
when he heard his first intelligible words.

"No, stop, that hurts."

"Please, I submit."

"Let me go. I won't do it again."

It was Mike's voice, laced with distress and pain. Tom vaulted down the steps
prepared to help his friend. Nothing could have prepared him for the shocking
scene that awaited him. It took the words right out of his mouth.

Mike was on his knees, nude except for a small black thong. Standing over him
was his wife. She had his right arm twisted cruelly behind his back. Her other
hand held his head pushed slightly downward. The girl still wore the same
outfit from earlier that evening but her arms, chest and legs seemed swollen
with power.

"Oh, hi Tom." Angie said, looking over at him. "I hope this wimp's whining
didn't wake you."

"Let - let - let go of him." Tom stammered, not sure what to say.

"Its OK, Tom. Just leave. Don't get involved in this." Mike said. He could not
turn his head and spoke off into the distance.

"You are already involved, aren't you Tommie." The girl announced. "Let me
show you what I do to naughty men around here."

With that she hoisted Mike to his feet. The poor man grunted in pain since
Angie still had his right arm twisted. She spun her naughty husband around and
forced him to the couch along the wall. The men's eyes met for a brief moment.
Tom saw pain, anger and humiliation in his friend.

Angie bent the man over her lap. It didn't take long for Tom to figure out the
method of punishing naughty men.

"Stop! This isn't right. You should treat him like this." The newcomer
interceded.

"I'm afraid that's not your call unless you are prepared to do something about
it." Angie declared. "My husband was flirting with your wife all night long.
He needs to know that's not acceptable."

Whack! Her right hand descended on Mike quivering posterior leaving an angry
red mark.

Tom stood speechless watching this horrifying spectacle. It did at least
provide some answers to his many questions about his old buddy's behavior. The
second furious whack brought him out of his trance. The male bravely stepped
up and seized the girl's strong arm.

"Yeah, I will do something about. I'm not going to let you abuse my friend."

She yanked her arm away and stood up. Poor Mike flopped to the floor. Angie
pushed Tom hard, backing the larger man up a couple of steps. "Looks like I
need to teach you some manners too." The girl declared.

Angie stepped over her husband and advanced in a crouch on a flabbergasted
Tom. He never expected for things to reach a point of physical confrontation.
The would be hero hesitated for a moment trying to decide the best course of
action. That proved to be a big mistake.

She struck low and fast. The veteran grappler caught the male totally
unprepared. Her move cut him down like a stalk of wheat and slammed his body
into the hard ground. For a moment he lay defenseless on his back. The
brunette could have pinned him then but that was not her intention. Instead,
she grabbed his boxers and ripped. The sight of his cute little thing brought
a smile to her lips.

It wasn't all that little and certainly didn't bring any happiness to the big
man. He protested immediately and turned over. "Are you nuts! What did you do
that for?"

"I hate boxers." Angie said turning to her husband. "Go get him a decent pair
of underwear. Your red thong would do nicely."

"Yes ma'am." Mike replied, bolting upstairs.

It left Tom alone with this suddenly horrifying woman. He could feel his
manhood growing to its maximum service size and the hero was paralyzed with
fear and shame. He just lay their waiting for her next move.

Angie attacked slowly and methodically this time. She stuck one hand between
his legs and cradled him, brushing aside his feeble resistance. He remembered
this devastating hold from high school but it now took a terrifying new twist.
The girl had his naked rear up in the air and a hold on his big, thick shaft.
She fondled it lovingly. Even worse the vixen had it pointed at his nose just
a couple of inches away. Tom fought desperately not to juice himself.

That was the scene that greeted Mike as he returned with his red undies. It
shocked even the highly disciplined male. He had never expected to see his
friend from that perspective. Angie released Tom, grabbed the thong and threw
them at him. "Put those on." She commanded.

He did immediately, anything to cover his shameful display of man flesh in
front of these relative strangers. Of course, Tom could barely cover it with
the over stretched red fabric. They felt silly and strange to a man that had
trouble deciding whether to wear black or gray boxers. He could not bring
himself to actually look the feminine thong.

"Much better." Angie declared, giving him an approving glance.

Tom looked to Mike for support. Together they could handle this bizarre
situation. That's when Tom noticed that his buddy also sported a massive
erection. He wondered if this could get any worse.

"Well, do you want to wrestle some more or are you ready for your punishment."
The girl asked, grabbing his arm.

"Both of you are nuts. I'm going back to bed." Tom said. He turned and headed
for the stairs, confident that he could still walk away from this nightmare.

"I don't think so. You had your chance to leave. Now its time to pay for that
decision." Angie replied, grabbing the waistband of his new thong.

Tom exploded with anger. He whirled around and tried to knock her hand away.
Instead, the girl reeled him in and placed him in a bear hug. The man tried to
move his arms but she had him securely ensconced in her terrifying embrace.
Tom felt naked, weak and vulnerable as he struggled against fully clothed
female

Looking up into his eyes, the stout lass said, "Good, you still have some
fight left in you."

Then she lifted his firm, muscular body high into the air. It gave Tom a
moment to marvel at the smaller girl's strength. Her body felt rock solid
against his, more firm than he ever imagined a woman could be. His loins
responded fitfully to this pressure and threatened another unwanted release.

Angie recognized the male's involuntary grinding and the dazed look in his
eye. She responded by slamming him into the ground for the second time. He lay
on his back. She mounted his shoulders careful not to touch his pulsating
manhood.

Tom reacted to late too stave off final defeat. He tried to throw her to the
side but it was no use. She weighed too much. Tom knew instinctively that it
really didn't matter. Angie had him totally outclassed and the girl could do
whatever she wanted.

"Submit to me." The female commanded.

He simply nodded, his head encased in her strong thighs.

"Do you know what that means, Tommy? You will have to do anything and
everything I say. And you must call me ma'am or Miss Angie."

"Yes ma'am." Tom replied quickly, surprised by his hasty surrender to female
authority.

"Good." Angie said standing up. "Now stand up, bend over and put your hands on
that wall."

"Yes ma'am."

Angie turned around for a second and returned holding a ping pong paddle.
"Normally I prefer over the lap spanking. But this time, I'll make an
exception. Your in no condition to get on my lap." She explained. Just to make
her point, the girl reached around and squeezed him. He shuddered
involuntarily at her glorious touch. Tom grudgingly admitted to himself that
he had never been this turned on before.

A pitiless whack took him back to the nightmarish reality. Nine more just
about brought tears to his eyes but he refused to give the hated female the
satisfaction. Tom took his punishment like a man.

"May I go now, Miss Angie." He asked demurely.

"First I want to play a little game. You two boys get on your knees and face
me." She said, retiring to the couch. "You boys are going to have a jerk off
contest. The first one done gets to eat my pussy, the last one gets to play
more ping pong."

Tom winced at the implications of her threat. But before he knew it, the man
blurted out. "You are f---in' crazy."

The girl sprung off the couch and backhanded the recalcitrant male across the
face. "Watch your tongue boy."

The blow about knocked Tom over, but it left no doubt as to who was in charge.
Reluctantly, he took his spot and grabbed himself. The male looked over at
Mike and saw that his buddy had taken a similar position. He could not help
but notice that Mike out distanced him by 2 or 3 inches in the size category.

"Ready, get set go." Angie started the unusual contest. The boys jumped off
the start line.

The girl got undressed as the boys raced. For the first time, Tom got a good
look at the hated female's body. She definitely spent too much time pumping
iron. Knots of feminine muscles covered her thick frame. Her small breasts
looked like extensions of her hard pectoral muscles. Normally, Tom would have
considered such a physique on a girl distasteful. But these times were far
from normal. She looked like an amazon goddess. In a final act of defiance, he
covered the girl with his juices.

Angie seemed to like it. "We have a winner. Come here big boy and show mama
what you can do with that tongue."

It hit Tom like a sledge hammer. He never considered what the prize would be
like. "But, but I'm married." The boy stammered.

The muscle babe chuckled. Tom thought it OK to blow his wad but balked at a
little oral action. "Get over here." She said, grabbing his hair and forcing
his head between her legs. "Remember, eating ain't cheating."

Tom awoke the next morning. It was late. His headed pounded. He could hear his
wife doing calisthenics at the foot of the bed. Slowly, the man remembered the
horrific events of the previous night. He detected Angie's taste in his mouth.
Nervously, the man looked down. The blankets were pulled back and he still
wore the red thong.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Cute undies. Where did you get them?" Denise said
with a laugh.

"Ah, ah." Tom stammered. He could not tell his wife the ugly truth. She would
not believe it in any case.

The statuesque blonde leapt into bed and cuddled with her husband of 6 years.
She still wore her nightie, bra and panties from last night. "You can tell
me." Denise said coyly.

"Mike gave them to me. He said it might heat up our love life." Boy, that
sounded good.

"Maybe he's right." The big chested blonde said as she ran a finger down his
firm stomach. "I wanted to apologize for last night. I should not have gotten
so upset. Let me make it up to you."

She touched him and Tom involuntarily recoiled from his wife's intimate
contact. He flopped out of bed and landed on the floor.

Denise looked down at her husband and shook her sweet head. "What's wrong
sweetheart?"

"You tickled me. Let me run to the bathroom real quick." And he did just that.

Tom splashed his face with water and questioned his sanity. He knew there was
some connection between last night and his wife's sudden libido. The man made
a desperate effort not to connect the dots. He wanted to run down to his car
and flee this horrible place. But his lovely wife waited for him in the
bedroom. Tom quickly brushed his teeth and returned to her.

She waited for him at the door. As soon as he closed it Denise threw herself
into his arms. Only Denise was no petite little lady. She stood just an inch
shorter than her husband. Her womanly body was strong and solid from a life of
exercise. Denise's weight and momentum drove her husband back against the
door. She pressed him there running her hands up and down his virile young
body.

"Wow, I haven't felt like this in years." The busty blonde moaned in heat.
"You are the greatest."

Then she took control. Almost, but not quite lifting him off the ground, the
girl spun hubby around and forced him back to the bed. Denise laid him on his
back and teasingly removed his thong. She looked down at the naked man and
licked her lips.

Tom wasn't quite sure he knew who this wanton wench was. Certainly, his wife
had and never would act in such a manner. But he squirmed with delight just
the same as the strange vixen ran her tongue up his steaming shaft.

She took him then and there on the edge of the bed. Half way thru, Tom
remembered that he was a man and tried to roll on top. But Denise pinned his
arms down and remained in firmly control. It seemed as though she had some
super sexual powers. The first climaxes in years tore her incredible body. Tom
didn't know if she had a dozen or just one big one. Finally, it hit him too
and the lovers collapsed in a sweaty heap.

"Wow, that was incredible." Denise said, still panting and cradled in his arm.

"Yeah," he replied, momentarily forgetting how he came to be in the red thong.

"Thanks for bringing me here. No phone, no baby, no cooking or cleaning. I
feel like a woman again. To bad we have to go back tomorrow."

"Yeah, too bad."