Ever since the fateful day 6 months ago while cruising the Mediterranean when they had discovered their mutual affinity for dominating their husbands, Megan and Paige had been discussing how they would structure their next encounter. That day Andy had been owned by Megan, his best friend Daniel's wife. Left on the floor curled up in the fetal position with crushed testicles, a sprained wrist, and a swollen windpipe, it had taken him weeks to fully recover. Andy's wife Paige had promised Daniel that day, that they too would soon encounter each other in a similar manner.
Many months had passed and although both couples had wanted to get together to continue exploring their shared desires all had been busy with work and other engagements. That is not to say that they hadn't seen each other since. The couples would attend many of the same social functions and had common friends with whom they'd socialize. Those occasions, where the wives looked particularly glamorous, were difficult for the men to endure. Both had been incredibly aroused by the events on the cruise, and they had desperately wanted to repeat the experience and build on it. Their wives had told them that it would be them who decided when and where the next encounter would take place. Waiting for the next encounter had been especially hard for Daniel who had essentially only been a spectator last time. It got to the point where he was asking Megan daily about when the 'next time' would be. She had cured him of this affliction one night by driving her knee into his groin so forcefully that he had lay on the floor whimpering for almost an hour. He hadn't asked since.
After months of planning over long lunches filled with white wine and caviar the girls had finally decided on a Saturday night dinner at a quiet, upscale, Italian restaurant not far from where Daniel and Megan lived. They planned to tease their husbands all through the meal and return to Daniel and Megan's home for post dinner drinks and fun.
That Saturday night had arrived. Andy and Daniel decided to golf that afternoon. They would shower and dress at the golf club and meet their wives at the restaurant. It gave them the opportunity to discuss the upcoming evening. Both were incredibly anxious and excited. For his part Andy had wanted to experience Megan's dominance again and Daniel was looking forward to Paige's promise of 'taking care of him'.
For their part, the girls prepared at Megan and Daniel's house and went to the restaurant together. The restaurant was only a few blocks from their quiet residential neighborhood and the girls figured they would walk and enjoy the beautiful summer evening.
They started out late, around 8:30 a little past twilight. They figured they'd make their men wait a little. Megan was wearing a cream colored, tight, wool crop-top sweater that emphasized her 34D chest and exposed her navel and a glistening diamond stud piercing. Simple, tight black slacks, and glistening black pumps complimented the outfit. Paige had decided on a white button-down shirt, unbuttoned to reveal the crest of her incredible set of firm 36D's, a black skirt that fell just above the knee with a very suggestive, dangerous slit, and 3" black stilettos. They too were excited about the evening to come and were happily discussing the many ways they would 'handle' their husbands tonight as they walked along the darkening residential street.
They were so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't noticed the man walking towards them until he was only about six feet away.
"Evenin' ladies. Beautiful night isn't it?" he said.
The girls halted, surprised. He was tall, maybe 6' 1". He had an unkempt beard and was wearing torn jeans, a stained grey t-shirt and a battered brown leather jacket.
"I said, beautiful night, isn't it?" He smiled wolfishly. "Now, why don't you lovely ladies hand over your purses?"
Megan looked at Paige and said, "You want to take care of this?"
"Nope. I'm saving myself for your husband." she replied.
Megan sighed. "I see."
She handed Paige her small Gucci purse and turned her attention to the man facing her. She regarded him for a moment sizing him up. Megan stood almost 6' tall in her heels putting her almost at eye level with her assailant. After a moment she placed her feet shoulder width apart and put her hands on her hips. Smiling at him she said, "So what's your name darling?"
"Booobby." he slurred.
"Bobby, other than my purse, which you can have, would there be anything else you'd be interested in?"
She cocked her head to one side and batted her eyes flirtatiously.
He was looking at her with hungry eyes. He had been drinking all day and was buzzed. He looked at the glamazon before him. What a body! That navel diamond! That face! Those long legs! His original plan had been to take their purses, get to the closest bar and start drinking using their money and credit cards. Now? Well, now he figured he could have some fun and then go drinking. She clearly wanted him. He decided that he would take her right here and then do the same to her little blond friend. THEN, he'd go drinking with their money and credit cards to celebrate. He had come up with the perfect plan!
"Well Bobby, are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to come over here and get some?"
He took two steps toward her. When he was close enough that she could smell the alcohol on his breath she shot out her right hand, her index and middle fingers in a v formation, and poked him in the eyes.
"You bitch!" he screamed.
Megan looked over at Paige and shook her head. Paige snorted dismissively. They both knew this was going to be too easy.
Bobby had recovered slightly although he was a little unsteady on his feet.
Half blind he threw a right punch in her general direction. Megan saw it coming from a mile away. She grabbed his outstretched arm, twisted and ducked underneath it. and jerked it straight up executing a perfect spinning wrist throw.
He landed flat on his back with a heavy thud.
"My goodness Bobby, whatever is the matter? Why are you on the floor while I'm over here waiting for you?"
She flashed a wicked smile at Paige.
The thug turned over on to his stomach and raised himself on his elbows. Megan walked over, reached down and grabbed his right arm. She twisted it at the wrist and stepped around and over it with her right leg so that her ass was facing her assailant. His elbow joint was now pressing against her inner thigh. She torqued it back a little and heard him squeal.
"OWW! You're going to break my arm!"
She looked back at him. "Oh, come now sweetie it doesn't hurt that bad, does it?"
She torqued it again and he screamed out.
"Please! Let me go! Please!"
Megan looked over at Paige as if to say, 'What do you think?'
Paige pointed at her watch, tapping it as if saying, 'We're late.'
Megan looked back over her shoulder at Bobby. "Sorry baby, I've got to run. It was nice meeting you."
She torqued his arm viciously against her inner thigh and heard a satisfying 'SNAP' as his elbow shattered. She dropped the dead arm, turned around and lorded over him with her hands on her hips. Paige walked over and handed her purse back to her. Bobby was making quite a racket.
"You broke my arm! You broke my arm!"
Paige, who by now was simultaneously aroused and annoyed said, "Shut up Bobby!"
She placed her stiletto heel on his throat and pressed down. Bobby was now completely sober for the first time in weeks. He was also losing consciousness very quickly.
Just then a police officer, who had heard the commotion came over.
Paige lifted her heel from Bobby's throat.
"What's going on here?" he demanded.
He looked down at Bobby who was now crying and yelling
"She broke my arm; she broke my arm!"
He surveyed the scene. Something didn't make sense here. Two extremely attractive women standing over a bum who was crying, looking like he had run into a tank.