Day Three Showdown in Melville
written by:
LadyGrey

As Nature Intended. Show down in Melville

It had been an eventful evening, the first time I had made love with another man while my husband had been present. Mind you, he did have his cock stuck deep into Carol at the time so I don't guess he could complain.

Later that night in the privacy of our own room, we made love, and then we chatted. Alex was inquisitive about my thoughts on the weekend. It had been an eye opening experience. The sex had been great, and all in all, I had really enjoyed myself.

Alex said he felt the same. It had been fun making love to another woman, especially one as attractive and uninhibited as Carol, and having the freedom to do as he wished. "But I still love you," he said, taking me in his arms. "And I'm so pleased that you have enjoyed it as well. I think our marriage will now be even better for the experience."

I kissed him and contentedly went to sleep in his arms.

The following morning as we sat around the table eating breakfast, John inquired if we would like to go and visit the local town. "There is a rather interesting place there I would like you to visit."

We both nodded. "Do we dress for the visit or am I expected to go like this?" I asked.

"More's the pity, but you had better dress," John said with a grin.

Late morning found us dressed in clothing that was already making me feel restricted, climbing into John's car. The drive into town took about ninety minutes. It was an interesting trip with both John and Carol pointing out things of interest on the way.

Melville was a medium sized town with a nice shopping centre. When we arrived, we stopped off for coffee and a light snack before Carol and I left the guys for a short trip around the shops. We met up with them a couple of hours later, a few bags heavier and our credit cards lighter.

Back in the car we headed for the interesting place that John had mentioned. Just out of town we pulled into an already crowded parking lot of what looked like a bar. A large sign above the door announced the place was called Ginny's. A smartly dressed doorman nodded greetings and opened the door for us as we made our way inside. The place was quite crowded, but there was a good atmosphere about the place, and the music was not so loud as to interrupt our conversation.

John purchased some tickets from the doorman and led the way into a large lounge which had tiered seating on three sides of a small stage on which was a large flat object covered with a plastic cover. We managed to find a table about three rows back from the front.

Glancing around I saw that the room was filling up with a mixture of both men and women. I looked over at John. "What goes on here?" I asked.

He smiled at Carol. They both looked back at me. "Just wait and see."

Gradually the room filled up, and when the lights on the stage went on, there was a murmur of expectancy as a smartly dressed guy walked onto the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, my name's Gerry and I want to welcome you all to Ginny's for fight afternoon." There was loud applause and cheers from the audience. "This is the place where you can settle your differences. Forget about the Oprah Winfery show, forget about the Dr. Phil show, this is where you girls in Melville settle your differences. Whatever the problem, come up here and sort things out. Not only do you get satisfaction, but the winner of each bout gets $100 and we even give the loser $50 for just competing."

Again there were cheers from around the room.

Gerry held up his hand for silence. "Our first combatants this afternoon are Amanda and Jane. I'm afraid Amanda caught her husband with Jane and she needs to be taught a lesson, but here at Ginny's, you never know which way things will go, so let's have a big cheer for Amanda and Jane."

From the rear of the stage, two nervous looking young women appeared wearing white toweling wraps with the emblem Ginny's across the back.

They looked around the large audience. Two guys followed them on and pulled the cover off the object on the stage. It turned out to be a large paddling pool with what looked like an inch or so of water in the bottom. Gerry turned to the girls. "Okay, girls, you know the rules," and then he shrugged and grinned. "Actually, there are no rules. You fight until one of you submits, and then the fun starts. The winner has the choice of weapons, so to speak."

Another guy in a striped referee shirt came onto stage and was introduced by Gerry to the audience. He went over and spoke to the two girls, and then made them stand at either side of the pool. Gerry announced there would be three, four minute rounds, then walked off stage to a seat in front of the stage. The referee said something to the girls and they slipped out of their wraps. Underneath, both girls were wearing brief bikinis. At a signal from the referee, both girls stepped into the pool and began wrestling with each other as the liquid in the bottom of the pool was splashed about. I realised it was a light oil of some sort, and before long, it was coating most of the two girls bodies in an oily sheen. The girls took several tumbles cheered on by the crowd. In one such tumble, Amanda managed to get astride Jane, and there was an even louder cheer as she gleefully ripped Jane's top off and displayed her large firm breasts to the crowd.

At the end of the four minutes, the referee blew a whistle, and the girls parted. Towels were handed to the girls and they wiped the oil from their face before taking a drink. I could see that Jane was more than a little nervous about her breasts being on public display because she trued to cover herself with her arm.

After a minute, the referee called the girls back in for the second round. This round Jane was in the mood for revenge, and in a quick move, managed to grab Amanda's bra strap from the back and the crowd shouted and whistled as Amanda's breasts were put on show to them. As the fight continued, I noticed that Jane seemed to be getting the upper hand, and suddenly, in one twisting move as Amanda struggled to get to her feet, Jane's hand caught hold of her bikini bottoms which were quickly dragged down around her ankles.

The crowd loved this and the stamping of feet made the applause even louder. Amanda's oil soaked nakedness was displayed to everyone in the room. At last the round ended without further revelations. I looked over at Amanda as she wiped her face with the towel. The fact that she was totally naked in front of a hundred or so people did not seem to concern her. But I could not help but notice the way the men in the audience were looking at her. I could see an almost animal hunger and lust in their eyes.

Then I remembered what Carol had said to me about appearing naked before a roomful of men. I felt a warmth in my body, and I could not help pressing my hand against my pussy and feeling the interesting ache down there.

The final round was called, and luckily for the audience, this went Amanda's way when she threw Jane down to the floor and straddled the poor girl face down in the oil. Then egged on with encouragement from the audience, she ripped away the last vestige of clothing from Jane's body.

Now both girls were totally naked and cheered on by the crowd. They fought until at last Amanda managed to pin her opponent to the floor on her back and hold her there for the referee to count her out.

The referee took hold of Amanda's hand and held it aloft pronouncing her the winner. But this wasn't the end of things. Amanda was then presented with a tray of objects. From the short distance we were away from the stage, I saw they were a range of sex toys: vibrators in various sizes and shapes. Amanda took her time selecting the one she wanted, and then held her selection, a twelve inch black monster, above her head, waving it to the cheering crowd.

Then with the crowd chanting, Jane was positioned over the edge of the pool. Her arms were secured by a cord, and although she tried to struggle, she was no match for the two stage hands. Her legs were spread wide apart, the oily pink gash of her bare pussy displayed openly to everyone. I could see the poor girl was almost crying in shame when Amanda stood beside her, and slowly urged on by the crowd, inserted the black vibrator into her gaping pussy.

There in front of everyone she fucked her defeated opponent. At first Jane just lay there and accepted her punishment, but halfway through, I began to see signs of her responding, and the crowd began to cheer as she began thrusting to meet every stroke. I had never seen anything like this before. Here was a young woman being fucked with a twelve inch black vibrator in front of a crowd of cheering people and she now seemed to be enjoying it.

I was hot looking at the scene before me. All eyes were on the stage. I slipped my hand down the waist band of my skirt and into my panties. I wasn't surprised to find them soaking wet as the juice seeped from my pussy. Suddenly, I saw Carol watching me and she smiled and turned again to watch the two girls on the stage.

At last it was over and I tried to compose myself as the lights came up. "My God, that was really something," I heard Alex exclaim.

John nodded. "I guessed you'd like it," he said with a grin.

Everyone was streaming out to get their glasses filled up before the next bout. When Alex and John had left, Carol came over and sat beside me. "What did you think to that little show?"

"It was unbelievable. I never believed things like that went off."

"I saw it excited you," she commented.

I felt myself blushing slightly. "I couldn't help myself I was so hot."

She laughed. "Don't worry, I was feeling just the same. Every time she pushed that thing in Jane's pussy I imagined it going in mine."

Just then the guys arrived with our drinks and Carol moved back to her seat.

With everyone settled, the lights went down and Gerry came back on stage, introduced the next two contestants, and explained to the audience about their grievance with one another. These two were older than the first pair, two women in their late thirties, but still very attractive. When they took off their wraps, these two were going to fight in their underwear. When it became soaked in the oil, it offered little concealment, much to the obvious delight of the audience which was now getting more rowdy as the fight went on.

Before the end of the second round, both women were again totally naked, and they rolled and fought in the oil, their large breasts jiggling and swinging as they attempted to gain the upper hand. At last, one managed to get the fall and was again cheered on by the audience. She ravished her defeated opponent with another large vibrator, and much to the delight of the audience, made her orgasm there in front of everyone.

By the end of the bout, I was again feeling the heat and my soaking panties were sticking to me. I asked Carol to go to the toilet with me. In the privacy of the cubical, I managed to dry myself and my panties enough to wear them more comfortably.

We returned to the showroom where the announcer was on stage telling the audience that he was sorry but the contestants for one of the bouts had pulled out at the last minute, and because of that, there would only be one more bout. "Of course, "he said "if there are any of you ladies out there who would like to step in, you would be made very welcome." This he said with a big smile.

I saw Carol looking at me. "How about it?" she said. "I'm game if you are."

I looked at her in amazement. "You and me, out there?" I said incredulously. She nodded.

I looked at Alex for support, but he just shrugged. "It's up to you."

John smiled. "It would certainly make a fitting end to the weekend."

I just sat there for a moment unable to think of an answer. Unbelievably, one part of me was urging me to go, and the other, more staid side of my nature was putting up an objection.

The next thing I knew Carol was pulling on my hand and I was following her out of the room. It was like a dream I couldn't wake from. What had I let myself in for?

Carol spoke to one of the staff and he showed her in the direction of a door that led back stage. Here we were met by a young lady who said she was Gerry's assistant. Carol explained to her why we were here. She asked us to wait until Gerry came back off stage. We could hear him out front announcing the next bout. Then we heard the cheers of the crowd as the next bout began. Gerry came on back stage. He smiled at us and his assistant spoke with him.

He looked us up and down. "You sure you want to do this? You don't look the type for this show."

Carol smiled and told him we were keen to have a go.

He shrugged. "Well, if you realise what you are doing. They are getting a little rowdy out there. And with the last two pulling out, I don't really want to disappoint them"

From the stage area we could hear the cheers and applause as the two contestants fought it out.

Finally he agreed and he got his assistant to take some details and to get us to sign release forms. She then showed us to a dressing room and handed us two of the white wraps. "Come out as soon as you are ready," she said with a smile.

Once she had gone, I looked at Carol. I was still in a daze. "I don't know what I am doing here."

She smiled. "Don't worry, you'll love it when you get out there. You won't believe the feeling with dozens of guys wanting you. It's incredible."

I watched Carol as she slipped out of her dress, exposing her brief white undies. She slipped into the wrap, then came over and helped me. "Just go with the flow," she said. Let's put on a show they won't forget." I looked at her. I don't know about them, but it was certainly going to be a show I wouldn't forget for a long time. We left the dressing room and the assistant smiled at us. "Just another few minutes, then you are on," she said.

We stood by the door leading to the stage listening to the shouts and applause of the audience. Then the door opened and two oil covered naked women came bursting through breathless and gasping and clinging on to each other. They disappeared into the direction of the dressing room leaving a trail of oil on the floor to mark their passage.

Gerry came through. "You two ready to go?" he asked.

Carol nodded. "As ready as we will ever be," she said with a grin.

It was another ten minutes before the audience had settled, and with each minute, I was getting more nervous. I was still not sure if I could go out and do this. I knew what was expected of me and I had seen the other bouts. I knew Carol really wanted to do this and would not hold back. I knew that in the next fifteen minutes I was going to be stripped naked, bathed in oil, and every intimate part of my body exposed to the lust filled crowd that had been fueled by drink and the sight of the acts that had gone before us.

At last we heard Gerry begin to make the announcement, explaining to the audience that at the last moment we had stepped in and to give us both a big round of applause. His assistant held the door open for us and we walked onto the stage.

Whistles, the stamping of feet, and applause rang in our ears as Gerry announced us before passing us over to the referee. He smiled. "Okay, girls, a clean fight, no hair pulling, no gouging, and no poking. Well, not in the eyes anyway," he said with a grin. "Now lose your wraps and step into the pool."

Carol slipped out of her wrap amid cheers from the audience and reluctantly I did the same. I remember hoping they did not notice that my pants were damp, not that they cared. They would be off soon anyway. In the pool, I almost slipped as soon as I stepped in, but I managed to steady myself. The referee blew his whistle and Carol immediately tripped me and I crashed to the floor. I then realised that there was padding under the pool and I was not hurt. Well, only my dignity.

She followed me down and we wrestled on the floor in the oil until it covered our bodies. I felt her go for my bra strap but I turned over and managed to elude her for the moment. I began to realise that if I were to preserve anything, I was going to have to put up a fight and not just lay there and let her strip me with no resistance.

I managed to struggle to my feet, and when she came for me next time I was ready for her. I made a grab for her but lost my footing. I reached out for some support as I fell and my fingers snagged on her bra which just ripped away. There was a sudden loud cheer from the audience as I lay looking up at her standing there smiling with her breasts exposed.

I thought I had managed to get through the round without losing anything, but at almost the last minute, just as the referee blew his whistle, she made a dive for me and her hands grabbed at my panties I tried in vain to stop her and held onto my panties, but the next minute they were around my ankles and the audience was on its feet cheering.

With the round now over, I bent to pull them into place again, but amid boos from the audience, the referee came over and cautioned me that this was not allowed and I was made to remove them completely. Now I was standing there in front of everyone with my pussy exposed. I had to admit it was a strange and unreal feeling. The front tables now crowded with guys were only feet away from where I was standing drying the oil from my face

The next round started and Carol was quickly into the attack, her large breasts swaying from side to side as she danced to position herself. Then she lunged, gripping my wrists and throwing me face down on the floor. Quickly she was down on top of me and my skimpy bra was no match for her strength as she ripped it away. Now I was completely naked, with nothing hidden from the screaming audience. She continued to wrestle with me, the oil splashing over us, adding a sheen to our bodies. She managed to turn me over onto my back. I was lying there looking up into the lights while all around me dozens of eyes were feasting on my naked body.

Now Carol was in her element. I could see she loved it, the shouts from the crowd and everything. She wanted to give them more. She reached down and pulled me to my feet. I stood beside her unsteadily, then to my surprise and to the delight of the audience, she ripped off her own panties and threw them into the crowd where they were eagerly grabbed and fought over.

Then she turned and grabbed for my breasts, kneading them and twisting on my already erect nipples. I tried to get away from her, but slipped again and fell to the floor, landing again on my back. This time she dropped down and joined me. She leaned over me, spread my legs, and before I could do anything about it, her head was between my thighs and her tongue was probing my oily wet pussy.

At this the crowd went wild. I just lay there. Here I was, my pussy being eaten in front of dozens of guys, and suddenly I began to realise that I was responding to her. I felt her move around and then she was astride me and I was looking up at the oil slicked pink gash of her pussy with her clit protruding lewdly. I felt something being pressed into my hand and looked over to see the referee offering me a long, shiny, steel vibrator.

Now suddenly I no longer cared that I was completely naked in a room full of lust filled guys who at the slightest opportunity would jump in the pool and fuck the both of us. If this was what they wanted, who was I to refuse them? I switched on the vibrator and slowly inserted it into Carol's pussy. I felt her squeeze her muscles as I pressed it as deep in as I could and then began to work it around. She was groaning and holding my pussy lips apart as she thrust her exciting tongue even deeper into me.

I could feel now the atmosphere that Carol had spoken about. The room was filled with lust; every man out there wanted our bodies; the sensation was extreme, and suddenly I had the most powerful orgasm. An agonizing cry burst from my lips and around me the audience went wild. I just lay there incapable of movement for some minutes. At last I managed to ease myself up onto one elbow. I looked across at Carol lying on her back, her knees raised, and with her legs spread wide apart forcing the long, shiny, vibrator with quick jerky movements deep into her pussy.

Around us the crowd was urging her on. Then at last with a loud groan, she finally came and received a standing ovation.

The crowd was still clapping as we were assisted from the pool and a little unsteadily made our way back stage. Under a long hot shower, we at last regained some of our composure. When we had dressed we had just our dresses. Our undies were out there somewhere, souvenirs in some man's pocket.

Gerry thanked us for putting on a wonderful show and paid us each $200. "A special bonus for two special performers," he said. He also added that if we were ever in the area again, we would be made most welcome.

The show room was almost empty when we at last joined up with Alex and John. They both hugged us and congratulated us on the show we had put on. They both said that all they wanted was to get us home as there were things to attend to. We both grinned knowing just what they meant. And yes, it was an extra quick drive back to the lodge.

Hope you enjoyed this episode of my fantasy. I would appreciate it if you would add me to your favorite author list if you have not already done so. I do really appreciate all of you out there. Thanks, Laura