**All characters are 18 or over. This story contains consensual sex between married couples and reluctant stripping during a catfight.**
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Brian was an engineer who loved eccentric women. Wyoh was an eccentric woman who liked engineers. They had fallen in love instantly and currently lived in the suburbs of a major metropolitan area. Brian was thin, tall, and had fine black hair. Wyoh had streaks of early gray in her naturally black hair. She had a fine, toned body, loved experimenting in bed, but above all she loved getting Brain hard in any way she could.
Duncan was a retired marine with a body and mind chiseled to perfection. Ophelia was lawyer with powerful need to be on top on any social ladder she was in. She was shorter than average, but nearly always wore heels. She didn't exercise as much as she'd like, but she had volume in all the right places. A small, pretty brunet with freckles, Ophelia had a habit of flirting with any married man she saw, just to show her status.
When the two families became neighbors the husbands became fast friends. The wives were immediately at each others throats.
"Wyoh," Brian started as they slid into bed, "You do know I love you right? I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it."
"She was flirting with you right in front of me." Wyoh grumbled. "She was trying to get on my nerves. I can't believe Duncan tolerates it."
"He told me she's never cheated, and they've been married for a while." Brian shrugged. "Maybe it's just the way she blows of steam. I'm sure she's stressed."
"Maybe." Wyoh sighed and turned away from Brian as she turned off the lights. It wasn't the gall of that woman that upset her. It was watching someone else turn Brian on. She felt a deep sense of vulnerability at the idea, even though she was incredibly horny. Something about making love to him right now made her fear that maybe he would be thinking of her, instead of Wyoh. It was probably nothing, but it was enough for her to lie and say she wasn't in the mood.
In the house next door, Ophelia giggled like a girl half her age as she settled down on Duncans cock. "You have fun at the party sweetie?" Duncan asked as his wife straddled him. "You're a bit more wild than usual."
"I really like our new neighbors." She continued as she ground her hips around. "What about you?" she hummed.
"I'll never figure out how you can just talk about your day during sex." Duncan grunted, "But yea, sure, they seem all right."
"I think that woman was a little upset with me." Ophelia's body was flushed from her speckled cheeks to her toes, "You think she felt threatened?"
"Honey, I'll never get why you get off on that, but sure. I think she's downright terrified of you."
Ophelia shivered and cackled as she humped her love. "Such a shame, going gray so young. She must feel like she can't pleasure her man anymore."
"I don't know, it looks kind of exotic."
Ophelia stopped. "What?"
"You know, I'm just saying it's not necessarily a bad thing, gray hair you know? Adds some character I think."
"Do you think that wrinkly cunt is hot?" She leaned in tightly.
"Woah there!" Duncan chuckled. "I seem to have hit a nerve. Look, I married you because you're the sexiest woman I'd ever met, and that's still true." That calmed her down a bit, but her sexual fire was dampened. "Don't get all riled up about it. And if you want to keep bullying her or whatever, just keep it soft okay? Brian's a good guy, and while I love seeing you assert your dominance, or whatever it is you like to do, don't push that couple too hard. They're good people."
Ophelia eventually began to hump her husband again, but only after envisioning things she would do to Wyoh if she could. She felt her heart race at the feeling of distracting her husband from her, causing him to forget about his older looking wife. She imagined making her lick Ophelia's heels and beg for her to stop. When she moaned, she made sure to moan loud enough for their neighbors to hear. Loud enough to send Wyoh into fits of guilty, envious chills.
In the other house Wyoh heard the cries and felt her chest tighten. "Hey," She heard Brian, "Sounds like they are really going at it-" Wyoh met his lips with her own and pounced on him like an animal in heat. Her body burned cold from shame and pleasure, but she tried her hardest to make sure the only thing in his mind was her, and not the sounds from outside. She flipped Brian on top of her and felt him enter her ready, desperate womanhood. She moaned and lifted up her legs to give him more room and depth. He filled her and pumped into her as she cooed louder and louder. She cried out, hoping for the whole neighborhood to hear. She wanted them all to know who Brian was thinking about, who he loved, who he as fucking.
Ophelia heard the cries and fucked her husband harder. She tried not to hear it. She thought about Wyoh fucking herself alone. She screamed, shook, and came to the idea of Wyoh face contorted in shame and disgrace.
Wyoh let herself get fucked and tried not to think of Ophelia. She tried not to think of her smiling face. She tried not to cum to the sounds of Ophelia one house away. She tried, but she failed. Her body convulsed and settled to the shameful proposition. Wyoh was turned on by the idea of her husband being turned on, even if it was another woman.
The next morning, Duncan and Brian awkwardly waived to each other on their way to work, understanding nothing more than both of them had had a good night.
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There was an uneasy peace for about a week. That Saturday, Brian and Wyoh came to visit for brunch.
"Get him!" Duncan yelled at the television with Ophelia under his arm. "Headlock! Headlock!" Duncan mimed the action.
"I could never really get into this." Brian admitted.
Duncan opened a beer as he sneered. "It's wrestling. What's to get into?"
"I don't know. A bunch of oily men touching each other? Not my thing."
"So you'd rather see oily women at each others throats?"
"Yes actually." Brian nodded.
"That would be," Duncan started dismissively, but then paused. "Actually, I wonder if I have that."
"What are you watching?" Wyoh returned from the bathroom and sat by her husband.
"We were wondering if they have female wrestling." Duncan switched channels. "I mean, they should right?"
"Maybe we should wrestle?" Ophelia turned to Wyoh. "Sounds kind of sexy to me."
"Har har." Duncan mocked as he set down the remote in vain. "It exists but I don't have the right channel. Perfect."
"Who do you think would win? Me or Ophelia?" Wyoh asked Brian.
"What kind of question is that?" Ophelia rolled her eyes. "I've actually taken judo classes."
