Sarah and Anne  Outside the Club (1/6,FF,Sexfight)


Sarah Beckett stepped out of the shower in her fine
home and reached for a large towel.  The towel was
almost as long as the short blonde woman with the
high, small breasts.  Dripping, she toweled herself
roughly.  Her pink nipples lengthened and became erect
in the cool air and under the vigorous application of
the terrycloth.  

She heard her husband stirring in the bedroom outside
the large bathroom.  She heard him mumble something.

Folding the towel around herself, she stepped out of
the steamed up bathroom.  Her husband, Franklin, was
knotting a red silk tie around the collar of his
custom-made shirt.

"What did you say, dear?"  Sarah casually dropped the
towel on the carpet, and reached for her Chinese-print
robe that rested on the bedspread.

Franklin turned around to catch a glimpse of naked
thighs and sparse pubic hair before the robe concealed
his wife's nakedness.  

"I said, don't forget dinner tonight.  It's
important."

Sarah ran her fingers through her medium length wet
hair.  She said, "I remember.  Who is it again?"

Franklin finished knotting his tie.  He reached for
his jacket.  "Clark Walker and his wife."

Sarah froze for a second.  "Anne Walker?"  She tried
to make her tone casual.

"That's right.  Do you know her?"

A half-smile that could have concealed a sneer crossed
her face.  "Oh, I might have run into her a time or
two."

Franklin regarded himself in the mirror, adjusting his
suit.  "Well, good.  We'll leave here at seven and
pick up Clark and Anne.  Dinner is at Odell's.  Wear
something nice."

She leaned forward as he brushed her cheek with his
lips.  "Oh, I've got some killer outfits."

After Franklin left, Sarah stared at her reflection in
the mirror.  She thought to herself, Oh yes.  Dinner
with Anne.  

The bitch.

She opened her robe.  She ran her hand along the curve
of her breasts.  She slipped her other hand down and
parted the lips of her mound.  She shivered under her
deliberate stroking, remembering the clash of breasts
and the wet slam of her cunt against Anne's.  

I hate that woman, she thought.  I will mount her and
destroy her.  I will...I will...

Her thoughts lost coherence as she fell to the floor
in orgasmic spasm, fluid spurting onto her twitching
fingers.