My name is Emma and this is the story of a catfight that occurred between myself and my cheating husband's side piece.
To introduce myself, I'm twenty-seven years old, 5'6" tall, 125 pounds, have a fair complexion and long red hair framing my pretty oval face. I'm also a paramedic and have been for four years.
I've been married for two years to my husband Tom, who I had dated since college. He is an accountant and sometimes gets frustrated with my work, specifically the long hours and sporadic shift pattern. He always acted supportive, but there was no doubt it had strained our relationship.
Two months ago I came home after another late shift to find Tom upstairs in the shower, which was unusual for him. I was about to strip out of my uniform and join him when I heard his phone beep. I'm usually not the spying type but for some reason I felt compelled to check his screen. And, there it was, a text message from a girl named Samantha which read, "Hey sexy, thanks again for the wonderful time, let's hope your wife works late again tomorrow night!"
My head spun. I called a friend who was a 911 dispatcher and had her run the phone number for me to get an address. I walked out the door and got I'm my car before my husband had even gotten out of the shower. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I was going to do something.
Ten minutes later I knocked on Samantha's door and a woman's voice came from the other side, "Be right there."
When Samantha opened the door her face told me everything I needed to know. "Hello," she said, quickly covering what to me was a very obvious look of recognition, "Can I help you with something?"
I'd almost forgotten that I was still in my paramedic uniform.
"We need to talk," I replied curtly, pushing my way into her home.
Samantha closed the door and then slowly turned to face me. I looked her up and down.
She was pretty, around my age, with long black hair in contrast to my own red locks. We were of a similar build, though at first glance I would say that I was a bit more athletic than she was. She had bigger tits than me though, and that pissed me off. She was also dressed in only a tank top and a skimpy pair of red panties, something that I had failed to notice at the door.
"Cut the shit," I said, "We both know why I'm here!"
"Oh," replied Samantha with a small smirk, "Is this about me fucking your husband?"
She saw the look of shock on my face, smiled, and continued.
"Look, Emma, I'm not trying to ruin your marriage. The fact is you're never home and I like to fuck. After your husband did my taxes he was just a convenient outlet, like a scratching post."
"You fucking bitch, I should shove my foot right up your home wrecking ass!" I spat.
"Come on now," replied Samantha, "If you were woman enough to beat me in a fight I wouldn't be fucking your man every other night. Now why don't you just leave before you get hurt."
I couldn't believe the gall of the woman. "You're going to regret fucking with my marriage," I said as I grabbed an elastic from my wrist and used it to tie my hair back in a pony tail.
"We'll see," Samantha replied, locking the door behind her.
We came together immediately in the center of her living room, each of us grabbing the other's hair. She shook my head back and forth, tearing and pulling, and I did the same to her. This was a straight up catfight. Both Samantha and I started wailing on one another, each of us swinging wildly but neither really connecting cleanly.
Samantha, with one or her hands still in my hair, managed to push me up against the wall and punch me in the stomach, causing me to bend over as the wind was knocked out of me. She followed up by driving her knee up into my nose, before throwing me down to the floor.
I put my arms out and managed to break my fall. I quickly checked my nose, no broken, thank god.
She walked toward me and started reaching down to grab my hair again. I turned into her and drove forward, grabbing her legs and knocking her to the ground. She landed hard and I quickly crawled on top of her and dropped hammer fists down onto her face over and over until she turned, giving me her back. I pulled her hair back hard and punched her in the side of the head a few times before smashing her face down into her own carpet.
She groaned and covered up as I got off her back.
"I'm not done yet slut," I said as I wound up and kicked her hard in her panty covered ass, causing her to yell out in pain. "You never should have fucked my husband bitch, when I'm done with you there will be no question who the better woman is!"
I turned my back to her and walked further into her home. I don't know what I was doing, looking for something to hit her with maybe. Either way, big mistake. She wasn't beat yet and quickly got up, ran at me, and pushed me hard from behind. I tripped and fell, smashing my shoulder on the coffee table on my way down, dislocating it in the process.
"AHHHHHH FUUUCCCKKK," I screamed.
