If asked, Terri would say that she enjoyed accompanying her husband to business functions, like the retirement dinner they had gone to tonight for the Senior VP in his office, because they allowed her to add to her wardrobe, and to spend time and his money at a salon getting her hair and nails done beforehand, and because seeing her and the other women in plunging necklines, short skirts, nylons and heels got him so turned on that they had sex nearly nightly for a week afterwards.

So it was that they were upstairs on the king size bed of their hotel room, their clothes having been discarded between the door and there, with him wanting to plug and fire his cannon into her box, but with her still enjoying the heated passion and skin-to-skin contact, and adding fuel to his fire with verbal teases.

“I saw you eyeing Cheryl’s open-to-her-navel dress…and that you saw Sherry’s legs in her five inch heels…and Barbara (a full-figured divorcee that he worked with) looked her usual slutiest. Her skirt was so tight that it looked like it would rip, and her tits were pushed up so much that…shit…and you won’t like hearing this, but she practically asked if I wanted her to spend a little time with us tonight. Can you believe her nerve?!”

So he was fully locked and loaded and ready to fire when there was a knock on their door and a lady’s voice hollered “Room Service”.

“Barbara?”, “Is that Barbara?”, “What could she want?” they asked each other.

“Open says me!” coo’ed the voice again. Terri hopped off the bed, scampered to the door, and looked through the peep hole to confirm their suspicions; then foolishly opened it just a little and poked her head around and said “We don’t want any”.

But Barbara barreled into the door, knocking it into Terri and open enough for her to burst in, wearing a white terry hotel robe and black heels.

She stopped when she got inside and saw him in bed, trying to cover his nakeness and hide his erection. “Oohh my” she purred, just before she saw Terri grabbing for the robe to pull her back out into the hall.

But with a quick spin, Barbara moved four feet further into the room, leaving Terri holding an empty robe.

Even in the darkness, the only light was from a small desk lamp at the far end of the room, it was an embarrassing moment for all three people. Barbara was standing in just a pair of pink bikini panties and her black heels; Terri wasn’t wearing anything; and while he had a sheet over him he couldn’t hide the biggest erection of his life under it.

Terri moved towards Barbara saying “Get out of our room”, threw the robe at her, and then grabbed her and started pushing her towards the door. And Terri had her most of the way there, before Barbara dug in her heels and twisted around facing Terri. Their bodies hit, and while Barbara shouted “Stop pushing me” their breasts mashed together.

Barbara is slightly taller than Terri, 5’6” and 6 ?”ish, and as full-figured, her tits were even an inch bigger than Terri’s 40DDs, so she stopped Terri’s momentum for a few seconds, until those same heels slipped on the carpet and Terri pushed her backwards into the door.

The ‘thud’ there didn’t hurt Barbara, but it stung and humiliated her, so when Terri had to ease off a little to grab the door handle trying to open it Barbara decided to get even. She shoved Terri hard into the opposite wall and declared “No one pushes me around like that, bitch”.

Their arena was the small, dark, four-foot by seven-foot rectangular entryway common to most hotel rooms, and as Terri twisted to her right away from Barbara she got jabbed in the side by the door handle. That raised her anger pitch a level so she threw an elbow and kicked backwards at Barbara, making Barbara take a step back from her. But when Terri continued turning and had her back to the door Barbara lunged forward and slammed her body full onto Terri’s, whose body ‘thudded’ the door this time.

Initial strategy was simply to push and shove the other woman away from her and into the door or one of the walls. But shoving sometimes requires grabbing, which also means squeezing, and which sometimes results in twisting of whatever was grabbed. At first each was grabbing the wrists, arms, and shoulders of the other; but then the inevitable happened.

If you asked each woman “Who grabbed tit first?” both would answer definitively “She did!”, and neither would be intentionally lying. But once one did the other quickly retaliated in kind, and the pace and intensity of their battle increased sharply.

While both had had her tits groped before, and while each had been in a couple minor ‘cat-spats’ in high school or her early twenties, neither woman had ever had her tits grabbed, and squeezed, and clawed, and twisted like this, and neither had ever imaged doing the same to another woman. But for three or four, or five, or maybe six, or eight minutes, neither had any second thoughts or qualms about mangling the other’s two milk juggs.

Only when their angry adrenaline rushes ran dry did they stop, their arms around each other because their legs were exhaustedly wobbly, with their cursing and shrieks dying to softer moans and deep breathing. Their minds were still sorting through all that had happened during the past several minutes, and neither fully realized that their four meaty tits were mashed between their two hot and sweaty bodies, or identified whose damp cheek was against her own, or who’s warm breath was blowing onto her ear, or who’s hand was softly rubbing up and down her back, or who’s thigh was trying to split her two.

It was purely spontaneous, when their lips rasped together, and for each other tongue to extend in a moistening motion; but when those two pink feelers touched it was like putting a match to the fuse of a stick of dynamite.

Each women’s head tilted to the right as her mouth opened and tried to cover the other woman’s, both tongues shot boldly into the other’s opening, and they pressed and pulled their bodies tightly together. Terri was only doing like she had done with her husband an hour earlier when she dropped her hands and began to push Barbara’s panties down, and Barbara was only doing what she had done many times before when she lowered her hands and assisted.

The two continued to kiss deeply as they sank to the floor together, with Barbara guiding Terri onto her back. Terri recognized that something was a little different than usual when Barbara positioned herself between her legs, and smooched her pussy on Terri’s and rubbed it around, and then began to thrust into her, but it still took several seconds before the alarm bells began ringing in her brain.

“Oh God, ohh god, oohh my god, please...” she shrieked before biting her lip to try and contain the orgasm shockingly building within her.

“Oh, you don’t have to say please to me” Barbara said mockingly “I’ve watched you strutting around like hot-stuff at so many of these shindigs, but now you’re going to get burnt.”

“Fuck you!” Terri screamed as she reached up and sank her fingernails into Barbara dangling tits once more, so Barbara clamped down and into Terri’s jiggling large jello molds again.

But Terri’s move was for naught because Barbara kept driving her up and over Orgasm Summit, the highest one Terri had ever climbed, and with a shriek and three kicking jolts she passed out under Barbara, who experienced two major jolts of her own.

Barbara continued to sit atop Terri with her eyes closed for a minute, enjoying her feeling of release and victory, then looked down at the other woman barely stirring beneath her, then over at him standing with his Dockers around his ankles, and still with a near normal size boner despite having fired two volleys within the past half-hour.

When Barbara moved over to him on her knees and began to fondle, kiss, and lick his big gun he warned “I’m afraid I’m all out of ammo”, but Barbara had waited for this moment for a long time.

And she was so focused on helping him reload that she was unaware of Terri awakening behind her.

Terri slowly realized that she was on her back, looking up at a strange ceiling, in a hotel room, and then remembered anguishingly how she had gotten there, and then heard some effort-some “Uumm, uumm, uumm”s above her head, which caused her to roll over and look into the room.

When she saw Barbara giving her husband a blow-up, she totally forgot about the past forty minutes and got to her feet and moved quickly towards them.

He had had his eyes closed, and never even saw Terri until she had grabbed Barbara’s hair and pulled her mouth off him.

“You dirty, fucking slut” said Terri, with a fresh tank of anger.

“Well I fucked you, so it was his turn” taunted an over-confident Barbara.

“Like hell” shouted Terri, who pushed Barbara against the wall again, but this time instead of banging her body into her she unleashed a right hook.

The blow wasn’t textbook, but it landed solidly into Barbara’s ribs and left tit, and was followed with a medium left jab. Barbara tossed a straight right, with very little behind it since her back was against the wall, and pawed twice with her left, then got hit with another right hook on her side, and hit Terri with a better right as she moved away from the wall, but that walked her straight into an overhand right from Terri that caught her on the chin.

That shot not only hurt Barbara, watering her eyes and making her stumble back against the wall again, but more importantly it scared her and vanished her confidence.

“Stop, make her stop, please” Barbara appealed as she moved along the wall towards the corner.

“Why should I, you didn’t when I asked you to” said Terri, with her right fist cocked again.

When Barbara realized that she was trapped she turned and tried to dive over the bed, but it was too wide and Terri jumped and climbed onto Barbara’s back. Terri pushed Barbara’s face into the bedding and mattress, and pushed her shoulder down when she tried to roll it, and then spent a good couple minutes just laying on the other woman, momentarily not wishing that she weighed five or ten pounds less like she normally did.

Barbara spent about a minute uselessly kicking and physically trying to get free, then stopped and started to say “Get off me, please get off me, I give up”. When Terri heard Barbara stifle a sob, she moved her mouth near the other’s woman’s ear and said “Are you going to cry? What, you can dish it but can’t take it?”, and decided that it was time for some payback.

Feeling the power of being in control, Terri ran her tongue around that ear and when Barbara turned her head and leaned her body the other way Terri reached under her and cupped and kneaded her right breast. Terri had never wanted or worn a strap on, but as Barbara’s ass wiggled under her hips and pelvic mound she wished just then that she had one, a big one, to try out in Barbara’s big caboose.

When Barbara pleaded softly “Please, Terri” the wife rolled the woman’s face towards her own and planted a wet kiss on the now tamed woman. Terri then sat up on her knees, letting Barbara roll over onto her back below her, and traced her right hand lazily down Barbara’s stomach to her still sodden, hot cunt.

Terri had, like all women, played with herself but had never touched another woman there. So she was slow, cautious; until she noticed Barbara enjoying what was happening, which she ended by inserting her middle- and forefinger inside the other woman.

It felt a little strange to have her hand pumping that-a-way instead of this-a-way, but Terri really got a charge when she saw Barbara’s face reflect her desire no not succumb. Terri inserted a third finger, and diddled Barbara’s clit with her thumb, and was surprised and a little worried when she felt Barbara’s right hand spidering into her own cunt.

But that counterattack was too little, too late, as Barbara began to sigh and roll her head back and forth, and lifted her hips and squealed “eeeoowwwee, oohh geeezzee!”

Terri wondered if she should feel guilty; she didn’t, even though she had just raped another woman. ‘Another woman who raped you earlier’ she thought, with a flush of embarrassment that Barbara had been able to, probably even better than Terri had gotten her. But Terri felt even, satisfied, even a trifle good and proud about the evening’s activities.

And she felt even better after Barbara rolled over onto her stomach again, and flipped her legs away from Terri, and planted her face between Terri’s legs, and royally licked and ate out every square millimeter of Terri’s steamy twat to the top of another Himalayan peak that night.