Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting, Part 2
By Madcat
An innocent visit with an old friend turns into a nightmare of female domination.


Breakfast was a disaster for poor Tom. Every time he looked at Angie, he felt
the paddle and tasted her nether regions. Mike's tasty omelettes went down
hard. Tom barely touched his as the boys exchanged nervous glances.

The gals on the other hand seemed exuberant. They discussed their plans for
the day and ate like wolves. Denise wore a sweater and a skirt. Angie had on
an exercise outfit that hid her amazing physique.

"Those are awesome." Denise said to Mike, holding up a piece of omelette on
her fork. "You must give me the recipe."

"He can give it to Tom. We need to get going. First shopping, the fitness
club, then the day spa. That's a full schedule. Boys, your list of chores is
on the fridge. I want it all done by the time I get home. No drinking beer and
watching football. Do you understand me?" Angie asked sternly, standing up by
the table.

"Yes ma'am." They replied in unison.

It struck Denise as odd. Mike seemed to be a great husband, nothing like Tom
had described. But now her man seemed to be acting strangely. The busty blonde
had little time to think on it as Angie hustled her out the door for a day of
girl fun.

The boys faced something entirely different. They had a list of chores a mile
long, most of it clearly women's work. Mike got straight at it but Tom was
pissed. The recriminations started to fly.

"What the hell are we doing?" Tom demanded.

"Our jobs. And you better get working. Unless you want to play ping pong with
Angie again." Mike replied defensively.

"Why didn't you help me last night?"

"Why should I? It would have only have made things worse."

"Together, we could have taken her."

"Maybe," Mike replied, "but after you leave, I'm still here."

The simple statement hit Tom like an artillery shell. What if Angie could take
both of them? It seemed impossible, yet the girl handled him with such ease
that Tom could not entirely dismiss the idea. In any case, he knew that this
day would bring more female domination and sexual abuse.

"We're leaving as soon as the girls get back. I'm not hanging around for more
ping pong. I'm sorry." He said to his buddy.

Mike nodded. "Get out while you still can."

With everything to do, the day raced by. The boys got most of the list done by
the time the ladies arrived home. They both carried big shopping bags and
Denise wore a new exercise outfit. Tom quickly added the numbers for shopping,
lunch, manicure and a massage and he saw a $500 tab. He hit the roof.

"Come with me." He said, leading his buxom wife upstairs. "What is all this
junk?"

"You are such a tight ass with money. We just did a little shopping." Denise
responded with a devilish smile.

Tom knew it was this place. His sweet wife was slipping out of his control.
"Come on. We are going home right now."

"What? First you drag me out here. Now you want to leave?"

"You heard me. Pack the stuff, lets go."

"No."

The simple word about floored Tom. His wife never disobeyed a direct order. He
walked over to the insolent young woman and snarled, "What did you just say?"

"OK, OK. Have it your way. You always do." She replied, not wanting to push
him too far. The big blonde started to get undressed. She wore a new pair of
high heels that pushed her well over the 6 foot mark. Tom didn't like being
shorter than his wife and usually forbid her to wear them.

He grudgingly accepted her stinging response. "What are you doing now?" Tom
asked.

"You don't expect me to go back to the city wearing this do you?" Denise said,
holding up the exercise outfit. She stood over him in her trademark white lace
panties and bra.

"No, no. Please change." the man agreed. As he gazed up at her angry blue
eyes, Tom definitely felt a power shift in their relationship. It started this
morning when Denise asserted herself sexually for the first time. Stage two
seemed to be occurring now as his lovely wife brazenly defied his authority.

She suddenly smiled and Tom relaxed a little. His happiness ended as soon as
she opened her mouth. "Do you still have the red thong on?"

"Yes," he said tentatively. The man seemed almost afraid of his beautiful
bride.

"Can I see it one last time before we leave?" the big chested blonde asked
seductively. She stuck out those ripe melons and gently swung them in
anticipation.

"I - don't - think - that's - good - idea." He said in measure tones, suddenly
having trouble concentrating.

"Well, I do think it's a good idea. Come on you don't want to disappoint me,
do you?"

Denise said, stepping up close and invading his personal space. The white lace
bra brushed against his flannel shirt.

Tom swallowed hard. She seemed to be towering over him now. God, he hated high
heels. The husband caved. "OK. Just a peek."

The male unbuckled his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Tom knew
instantly that he had made a terrible mistake. Denise grabbed his collar and
pulled his trembling body close. Their lips met and her tongue invaded his
mouth. It seemed to be happening all over again.

Things rapidly spun out of control. She tore off his flannel shirt in a spray
of buttons. Tom tried to protest but his dutiful wife bit his bottom lip. He
tasted blood. The girl removed his shirt before releasing it.

"What are you doing?" the frightened male asked, no longer able to mask his
apprehension of what was about to happen.

"Don't play little Miss Innocent with me. You know what I'm doing and you want
it as bad as I do."

With that, she pushed him. His jeans bound his feet together. All poor Tom
could do was windmill his arms as he fell. He lay on the floor gazing up at
the wonderful vision of femininity.

"OK, I want it too. But lets go home first and do it. Not here." He said,
starting to get back up.

Denise cut him short. One of her long, sleek legs came over and took him in
the neck. She gently used it to pin his head back down. Both his hands came up
and grabbed her heeled foot but Tom could not stop her. It was a dazzling
display of female grace, poise and strength.

"I don't think so. Home means baby, cooking and cleaning. Let's make hay while
the sun shines." Denise replied with a predatory look in her blue eyes.

Tom watched in abject terror as his lovely wife licked her lips again. The
sole of her foot against his neck felt like a guillotine. He feared even the
slightest movement on his would prove fatal. The husband sobbed softly but
still admired the beautiful hourglass that held him completely in check.

Denise seemed not to hear. She slowly withdrew her long leg, happy that it
made her point. It never occurred to buxom woman that her handsome husband was
afraid. She knelt down and caressed the male bulge in his red thong. It
responded immediately to this touch. The girl peeled down the front of his
underwear and his manhood jumped out like a jack in the box. Shaking with her
own surging lust, Denise roughly yanked the thong down to his ankles. Off came
her panties and she impaled herself on the great staff. Tom could not resist
her even if he had the balls to do so.

It started much like the morning session. Great pleasures racked Denise's
nubile body. But somewhere along the path, the busty blonde took a new road,
one less traveled. She disengaged from his steaming shaft without notice,
grabbed his hair and mounted his shoulders.

"Eat me, you son of a bitch, eat me!" his beautiful wife demanded as she
forced his head between her legs. Other more profane bits skipped out of her
mouth as she continued the one sided love affair. Denise seemed determined to
make up for three lost years of sexual satisfaction.

Tom had not done such things to his wife since before they were married. She
just never seemed that interested in oral sex. But that was certainly not the
case on this late fall day. Denise went wild as Tom's tongue tentatively
explored his lovely wife's most intimate regions. Her reactions intensified to
levels not seen outside of porno flicks. Only after much time did she slow
down and back off her exhausted husband. Denise put her hands on her hips and
looked down at his face between her thighs.

"That was awesome, you were great." She exclaimed excitedly.

"Thanks." Tom replied. He didn't feel that great. But he had to admire her
beautiful bosom hanging just out of his reach. It just hit him that despite
two wondrous love making sessions, he had yet to feel their delightful
softness.

"Tom, I really want to spend the night here, please. It would mean a lot to
me. This is kind of like a vacation to me." The girl said from her superior
position

This didn't feel like a good place for an argument but Tom tried to stick to
his guns. "We decided this already. We are leaving now. We can ... "

"No, that's not fair." Denise said, cutting him off. "I want to stay. We have
a bunch of fun activities planned for tonight."

She leaned forward again, pressing her hot, wet pussy against his mouth. Tom
got the message. His wife was calling the shots now and he would not be
getting up off the floor until he yielded to her demands. Tom had to turn his
head just to talk. "OK, we can stay the night. But we are leaving first thing
in the morning."

"You're the greatest. Thanks. Now lets go down for dinner. I'm starving."
Denise announced, getting up and standing over her man.

"But what about me?" the husband asked meekly. From Tom's lowly perspective,
his big, strong wife looked like a goddess.

She stopped and looked back. "Oops, I totally forgot."

Her next move totally surprised him. Tom had been hoping for a little oral
action himself. His wife really knew her craft and seemed to like it. But this
was no ordinary sexual encounter. Denise turned around and planted her tight
ass on his face. She proceeded to play with his hard manhood while he
struggled to breath.

Much to Tom's dismay, his lovely wife seemed to be getting off on this unusual
position as much as he did. She continued to face sit him long after her
husband's climax. Tom thought her heard her moaning thru out the humiliating
affair.

Finally, Denise got up and sat on the edge of the bed. A light sheen of
perspiration covered her tanned body and the girl's big brown nipples stood at
full attention. She had a radiant glow to her now.

"I hope you enjoyed that. Get up and go clean off. You are a mess." His wife
commanded.

She was right. Bodily fluids covered his lean torso and red blotches on his
skin told of his rough treatment. He got shakily to his feet and stumbled
naked out of the room. He ran straight into Mike in the little hallway.

His friend just laughed. "I thought you were leaving. Relax and enjoy it. Its
not so bad once you get used to it."

Tom just fled into the bathroom, deeply ashamed that someone would see him in
such a state. He jumped straight into the small shower stall. The water washed
away the physical evidence of what Denise had done to him. But it could not
touch the deep shame he over being sexually dominated by his lovely wife. Nor
could it drive back the gnawing fear of what was to come.

Another question bothered Tom. Why hadn't he fought back against her
domination? He had never let anyone bully him in the past, why was Denise any
different? He knew the answer. It was fear. Not necessarily fear of his big
strong bride. It was a fear losing. After the encounter with Angie, Tom could
not discount the idea.

The myth of male supremacy was simply that, just a myth. But it served to keep
a lot of women in line. Right now, Denise was experimenting with female
domination. If Tom lost a physical confrontation with her, it would change
both of their lives forever. He clung to the idea that if he could just get
his wife out of this house, then they could resume a normal life together.

Dinner passed just as the other meals had. The males exchanged nervous glances
while the girls giggled and enjoyed themselves. Both men knew something big
was planned. At the end of the meal, Angie announced it. She loved to play
games.

"Its almost time for the main event. But first we need to let our meals
digest. So I thought you boys would try on some of the new things we bought
today." The muscle gal declared.

"What new things?" Tom asked with a sinking feeling.

Angie, as usual, ignored him. "Let's go out into the living room guys. Denise
would you be so kind as to get the bags."

The men followed her instructions. Denise returned holding two bags. She gave
one to Angie then approached her hubby. Standing in front of Tom, the busty
blonde held up a blue pair of bikini briefs with the words "boy toy" scrawled
in red across the back.

"Try these on, sweetheart." She said looking down on her husband.

He swallowed hard again. Trying on clothes was not his idea of fun. Modeling
underwear in front of friends seemed twisted. But Tom decided that discretion
was the better part of valor. He took the sleazy briefs and tried to step past
his lovely bride.

Denise stopped him with an outstretched hand. "Where are you going?"

"To put these on." He said mockingly. His wife wore a nice tight pair of
jeans, sweater and those damn heels.

"Just change here. See Mike is doing it."

He looked over to see his buddy dropping his drawers. But Tom still had some
pride left. "No, not in front of Angie."

"She'll close her eyes, won't you Angie?"

"Of course, whatever you think is appropriate." The powerful brunette replied.

"See, so lets get you out of those clothes." The big blonde said as she
grabbed his collar.

RRRRRip! Off came his flannel shirt. Seconds later his pants hit the ground.
Tom knew there would be no escape. RRRRRip! His boxers suffered the same fate
as his last two shirts. Denise had authoritatively stripped him naked in the
middle of the living room. Tom looked at Angie. She smiled back and didn't
close her eyes.

Tom put his bikini on slowly, his face flushed with shame and rage. It looked
silly and effeminate. He almost liked being nude better.

"Turn around and let me see it." His lovely wife commanded.

The husband obeyed knowing things had already progressed beyond his control.
Denise slapped his butt. "You still have the cutest fanny. Try this one on."

She handed him a white thong. Tom slapped it on in a hurry hoping to get this
embarrassing activity over and done. He now looked forward to submitting to
night of female domination by his wife. Anything was better than this.

"You what I like about thongs?" Angie commented.

"No, what?" Denise replied.

"Its easy to give your man a little discipline. Let me show you."

Angie grabbed her husband's arm and sat on the nearby couch. She bent the man
over her lap with well practiced precision. The girl proceeded to give him a
mock spanking. "See, you don't have to mess with his underwear."

"Cool, let me try." Denise said. She grabbed Tom's arm but he yanked it away.

"No, please, don't do that to me." He begged his big strong wife.

Denise seized his arm firmly and led him over to a big chair. "Don't be silly.
I'm not going to actually spank you. This is just fooling around."

She sat down and bent his trembling body over her lap. Real or not, there was
something demeaning about being draped over someone's knee with your bare butt
in the air. Tom had that feeling right now.

The busty blonde's first swat was tentative and playful. The second came a
little harder. The third sent a small jolt of pain thru him. As she had all
day, Denise was pushing the envelope of female domination. Testing Tom to see
what she could get away with. So far the girl had encountered no limits to her
burgeoning power.

Tom looked at his old college buddy and saw he was getting the same treatment.
He thought back to those simple times. They were young and proud then,
thinking they would take the world by storm. Now both buddies lay across their
wives' laps getting spanked. He wondered what had gone so wrong.

Denise stopped after the tenth whack. Tom stood up and touched his angry rouge
posterior. He winced. His wife noticed and tentatively touched the redness.

"Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away." Denise said, giving him a tender
hug. "You're the greatest husband a girl could have. You are such a sport with
all this. I really appreciate it."

The sudden affection felt so good that Tom could not help return the hug. Her
large, firm breasts pushed against his bare skin and the male felt distant
stirrings in his loins. Even more dangerous, Denise kissed him passionately.
For a few moments, he thought the girl would throw him down and take her
pleasures right there in the living room.

But she didn't. Instead, she handed him a g-string with just a small cloth to
cover the male parts.

"I have to see this one." The big blonde said with a smile.

Tom put it on but had trouble getting all his equipment in the little pouch.
He looked over at Mike and saw him struggling too. His well endowed buddy
simply had too much stuff and stuck out all over the place. Denise couldn't
help but notice Mike's grand display of male sexuality. She reached over and
touched the tip protruding out of the cod piece.

"Wow, he's a stud." The inquisitive blonde announced. Tom watched his friend
exhale sharply in response to Denise's fingers. It was more than he or any man
could take.

"Stop that!" Tom shouted. The jealous husband grabbed his wife's arm and
pulled it away.

Denise turned to her husband and pinched his cheek. "You are so cute when you
are jealous."

"I'm not jealous. But you shouldn't be touching other men like that."

"OK, I'll do it to you then." The big, strong blonde replied. Her right hand
removed his penis and her left arm pulled the angry husband close. His little
G-string fell away leaving him naked again. But this time his lovely wife had
more ambitious plans. Her hand rubbed him gently. He quickly grew to his full
size. Not as large as big Mike but a potent male presence just the same. Her
hand didn't stop. It kept moving up and down, up and down.

Slowly, it dawned on Tom what she intended. "No, please don't. Stop."

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted it?" Denise mocked him.

He continued to protest but it fell on deaf ears. Tom tried to fight the
feeling but his body refused. It fell into rhythm with Denise's tantalizing
hand. The other couple watched intently as the big blonde demonstrated total
sensual mastery over her husband.

When it finally came, it came big. He clutched his wife's sweater as wave
after wave rocked his well muscled body. Denise released him as his spasms
subsided.

Tom turned to his wife with tears in his eyes. "I hate you." He whispered and
ran naked up the steps.

The feelings of shame diminished quickly as he sat on the bed. Mike's words
from the hall came back with new clarity. "Relax and enjoy it." Perhaps his
old buddy was right. It didn't seem all that bizarre anymore. And all of the
sex, however strange, sure beat last year's record.

His tears dried up too. Tom just wasn't a crier. By the time his beautiful
wife walked in a minute later, the husband had it all under control.

"Put these on." Denise said, handing him the white thong. He did as she
commanded and the big blonde sat down next to him. For a minute she just held
him tenderly. "I'm sorry about that down stairs. I got carried away again. You
are just so sexy and this weekend has just been so wonderful. I'm like a whole
new woman."

"That you are."

"Will you accept my apology?"

"Of course, I can't hate you for too long. It's just that Mike and Angie seem
to have a different sort of relationship. I'm just having trouble adjusting.
This is going to end, right? As soon as we go back home, everything goes back
to normal, right?"

"Whatever do you mean, baby?" the big blonde asked, enjoying the feel of his
virile body clad only in the innocent white thong. She liked white. It seemed
pure.

He threw the truth out on the table. "You have been dominating me this whole
weekend. Its like you enjoy making me submit and humiliating me."

"I know, sweetheart. Could you get on your knees please?" Denise replied.

"What?"

The girl grabbed his hair and placed him in a kneeling position in front of
her while repeating the command. She wasn't being tender anymore.

"What are you doing?" the male asked, taken aback by this latest aggression.

"Playing little Miss Innocent, again, huh?" Denise said, standing up. "Boy,
its too hot for this sweater."

It came off and flew across the room. Next her jeans dropped to the floor. The
buxom blonde towered over her kneeling husband in her white lace panties and
bra. "Kiss it and tell me you love me."

Tom ran his hands up her strong, sleek legs. He wanted to defy her, to put his
wife in her place. But, more and more, her place seemed to be the position of
power. The man just could not bring himself to force the issue. He kissed her
tenderly and said, "I love you."

"Tell me that you will always love me, no matter what happens here tonight,
that you will always love me."

"I promise. I will always love you." The man said, kissing her again. Her
panties felt very wet.

"Good." Denise fell back onto the bed and pulled his head against her steamy
sex. "Now show me how much!"