My wife Ginny and I were driving to Florida last winter for a vacation when our car broke down in Georgia. We spent the night in a small town off the interstate while the local mechanic tried to find the parts to get it running. At a bar next to our hotel, Ginny got into one of the worst cat fights I'd seen.

We were part of a group of eight to ten couples who got together monthly. The women wrestled and the winner got her choice of men for the night. We're all reasonably good looking (right! Ginny) and while the women enjoyed a challenge by competing, the guys got to screw a woman who really wanted them. All-in-all, it worked out well for everyone.

Ginny was the 'champion' of the group, regularly beating the other women and had gotten bolder as her success grew. A few women voiced displeasure at her tactics of stripping them and sitting on their faces after winning. She was a lot stronger than any of them and there wasn't much they could do about it. All the guys are really turned on by it, however, so we didn't stop her.

While we were in the bar, Ginny started picking on the waitress, a snippy young blonde whose name tag read 'Darlene.' It was a week night and there was no one else in the place, yet Darlene made us wait as she chatted with the woman bartender, a redhead I later found out was named Dottie. I finally yelled to her and she came over to take our order. Before she left, Ginny made a remark about her lack of 'manners.' Darlene shrugged off her remark and swivel-hipped away.

When she returned with our drinks, she slammed them down and splashed Ginny's skirt. She jumped to her feet, grabbing for a napkin to dry herself. I could see she wasn't in the mood to take any shit from this girl who was 2-3 inches shorter and at least 15 pounds lighter than she was. Ginny yelled at the waitress and I was about to tell her to calm down, that accidents happen, when the waitress told her, 'Go fuck yourself you old cow.' That was all it took!

She reached across the table, grabbed the blonde by the hair and pulled her off her feet. They really got into it, pulling hair and ripping clothes. This gal was a lot tougher than anyone she'd fought before and was giving a pretty good account of herself. Finally, Ginny ripped open the girl's blouse, pulled up her bra and started pounding her tits pretty well. She's punching her and I'm trying to pull her off. 'Leave me alone,' she snarled, 'this cunt's been asking for a whipping since we came in.' She was about to put Darlene over her knee when the bartender yelled, 'OK Lady, that's enough. You made your point, let her go.' Ginny spun around and glared at the heavy-set redhead. 'Stay out of this Red, unless you want some of the same.'

Without saying a word, Dottie jumped up on the bar, swung her legs over the top and dropped lightly on the floor. Despite her size, she looked quite agile and was light on her feet. 'OK Lady, let's say that I don't stay out of it. Now, what are you going to do about it?' Dottie was taller and a good 20 pounds heavier than Ginny who gasped when she saw how big the bartender was. Not only that, but Dottie didn't look as fat and out of shape on this side of the bar as she had when she was behind it. Ginny had spent two years in the service as an MP and she wasn't only fearless but had confidence in her ability to handle any situation.

Ginny dropped Darlene and I helped the dazed blonde to her feet. I pulled the remnants of her blouse across her breasts and sat her in my chair as Ginny and Dottie circled one another in the middle of the floor. As it turned out, Dottie was Darlene's big sister. She and Ginny started to fight but Dottie was a lot more than my Ginny could handle. She twisted Ginny's limbs several different ways, slowly stripped off her clothes and finally turned her over her knee and started spanking her as hard as I've ever seen a woman spank another. She just kept hitting Ginny until she finally began to beg her to stop.

Then Dottie dragged Ginny off to the back room as I sat watching in stunned shock. Darlene took my hand and led me out of the bar and back to my motel. 'Don't worry about your old lady,' she told me, 'Dottie don't never let `em go `til sun-up. I got you all to myself for the night.' She giggled as she grabbed my dick which was already as hard as it could get.

Darlene and I spent the night together and the next morning, Dottie brought a forlorn-looking Ginny back to our room. Darlene and I were still in bed and the little blonde didn't hurry getting dressed as Ginny glared at her in cold fury, but without uttering a word. I was surprised by how docile and polite she was to the big redhead Dottie. I guess whatever happened after I left had convinced Ginny that Dottie wasn't to be fooled with.

Before Dottie left, however, Darlene went over and pulled open Ginny's torn blouse. She reached in with both hands and pinched her nipples so hard that it brought tears to her eyes. Ginny wanted to go after Darlene, but she was too intimidated by big Dottie and just stood there and took it. Finally, Darlene pushed Ginny face down on the bed, lifted her skirt and gave her a couple of smacks on her ass. I don't know where they disappeared to, but Ginny's panties had been lost sometime during the night. She accepted this abuse stoically, although her big butt was still red from the night before.

After Dottie and Darlene left, Ginny refused to tell me what happened, but when she undressed to shower I saw there were a lot of dark bruises on her breasts and buttocks that hadn't been there the night before. She stayed in the bathroom a long time and when she came out, she refused to talk about the previous night's events. Even so, she let me know that she hadn't been pleased to find me in bed with Darlene. I reminded her I'd never complained about her sleeping with other men when she won at the wrestling club and that shut her up.

Later, the garage called to say that our car was ready and as Ginny packed, I to the bar to see Dottie. I told her about our club and she looked interested. I gave her a business card with my phone number and told her to call me if she ever came North for a visit. As we chatted, she told me she'd spent 20 years in the Marines and had been in lots of fights with 'smart-ass bitches that wouldn't take orders. I never lost once, either, bub!' she gloated.

I asked her if she'd be interested in wresting Ginny again at one of our club meetings. 'I'm sure the women who never beat her would love to see her humiliated. I told her the winners get their pick of the men in the club for the night after they win and her interest picked up dramatically. She grinned and said, 'I'd kind of like to get my hands on her again,' she said, 'There are a couple of things I'd have shown her if I'd had more time last night. Besides,' she said looking me up and down and licking her lips, 'Darlene told me you know how to make a gal happy.'

When I got back to the motel, I didn't tell Ginny about inviting Dottie for a visit, but I can't wait to see the look on her face when, and if, the big redhead shows up. If she does, I'll write and tell you what happens.

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Jim and I divorced before Dottie ever showed up and I left town without ever meeting her again. I'm sure that if she'd have showed up, I'd have had sense enough not to fight her. She was the biggest, strongest gal I'd ever fought and if we fought a hundred more times I'd never have beaten her. Besides, after what she put me though that night, I'd never have wanted her to repeat it when my friends and neighbors were watching., it was way too humiliating. Even today, I've only told one person what happened and she's sworn never to tell. I hope you enjoyed reading this story more than I did living it.