Cuckold Fight Club! - Part Two

The hippie Neighbor

By Lynda

...cont inued from P art One !

We moved into a small duplex on a quiet cul de sac carved out of an orchard. It was a mixed bag of houses, two mobile homes and people. But it was quiet and the neighbors seemed friendly. The landlord’s daughter and family lived at the entrance and she paraded up and down the street pushing a baby carriage. Although she was well educated, she was definitely a hippie chick who wore no bra or shoes and kept her waist length dishwater blond hair back in a braid. Dave was quite turned on watching her.

One day she stopped by for a visit. Over coffee we had general conversation and she excused herself to go to the restroom. I heard her come out but she never appeared back in the living room. I went to check on her and found her in the hallway staring into the bedroom. Dave, who worked nights, was asleep, on top of the covers, nude. This was his practice as it was quite warm in the house even with the air conditioning running full blast. She was taking in an eyeful of his thick cock hanging over one leg and his balls stretched to the bed.

Without saying anything, I quietly closed the door and we went back into the living room. There was an uneasy lull in the conversation when she shocked me by asking, “Does he fight?”

All of my fantasies came rushing into mind and I suddenly became aroused. I said I guess he w ould if he had to.

There was another pause when she said all of the husbands on the street fought. They called it the cuckold fight club.

She explained that none of the men were cuckolded but it was termed that since the women set up the fights and the rules. The first Saturday of each month they would gather in a clearing behind the last house on the street where two husbands would fight. None of the men could watch.

This was unbelievable. It was far and beyond any fantasy I could ever conjure up.

She then asked if my husband would fight her husband the next Saturday. Without hesitation, I said "Yes!"

Both of our husbands were tall, slim and about the same build. We agreed that it would be a good fight. After she left I was now faced with the task of getting Dave to now act on all of the fight chat we had during sex...

...to be continued!