Tea Leoni vs. Denise Richards by Blizzard

On a brisk winter evening in Aspen, a group of celebrities and other notables settled into an after dinner social at the exclusive Caribou Club. Outside, a Rocky Mountain snowstorm was howling as a swirling white blanket covered the village. Inside, however, the club was warm and cozy and laughter permeated the softly lit rooms accompanied by the tinkle of 24 karat gold wedding bands on crystal goblets. The club was a favorite of the upper crust, and tonight there was quite a group enjoying a weekend getaway; mingling and taking some runs down the slopes.

Charlie Sheen was just returning from the men's room when he came upon what appeared to be a tiff between David Duchovny and wife Tea Leoni. The 5'7" auburn-haired actress was sporting her natural hair color, along with the temper one expected from a volatile redhead. She hissed something at David, spun on her heel and disappeared into the crowd. He shook his head as he made his way to Charlie with a glum expression.

"What's up, David?" asked Charlie cautiously. "This town's for getting away from the rat race and having a good time but your wife looks like she's chewin' spikes!"

David sighed heavily and nodded, "She's being a miserable bitch, man. She could use a good ass-kicking!"

Charlie looked at him with wide-eyed shock and David quickly explained, "No! No, not by me! I meant by another woman!"

"Oh!" blurted out Charlie. "Yeah, I knew what you meant!" he lied as he bounced up and down on the balls of his feet nervously, then glanced over at his wife Denise who was chatting up Arnold Schwarzenegger and wife Maria Shriver. "Denise'll kick her ass for ya!" he offered.

"Denise?" exclaimed David, staring at the 5'6" long-haired brunette as she chatted with Arnold and Maria. "She's so sweet. She doesn't strike me as the kick-ass type...if you don't mind me saying so."

"Oh, trust me," replied Charlie confidently. "She's got a mean streak a half mile wide! She could take your wife to school...if you don't mind ME saying so."

"I dunno," said David doubtfully. "I mean, if Tea wins, then I'll have a COCKY miserable bitch on my hands!"

"Don't worry, Denise will straighten her shit out," reassured Charlie, throwing an arm over Duchovny's shoulder. "Whaddya say?"

After a little more excited urging, Charlie finally convinced David bring Tea to a 10 PM rendezvous at his and Denise's condo. David made it imperative that the fight must appear real on Denise's part and Charlie assured him she had more than enough talent to instigate a fray with cunning subtlety. Charlize wondered aloud if David would be able to talk the fuming Tea into joining them, but David was certain he could. "After all," he explained. "This isn't the first time I've had to sweet talk my fiery wife into a truce."

They agreed that no matter what, the fight would go to conclusion. Charlie was afraid David may have second thoughts when Tea started taking a serious beating but David assured him there'd be no interference, that he wanted to see his bitchy wife get a major attitude adjustment. Once Charlie was able to get Denise clear of the Schwarzenegger's, he told her about the conversation. When he told her about the ass-kicking, Denise's reaction was exactly what Charlie was banking on.

"Are you guys serious?" she exclaimed with an excited giggle. "That WOULD be fun! I'd love to smack her around in front of you, baby."

A little over a year before, Denise had lured Katherine Heigl to a vacation suite in California and beat her soundly. Katherine had been caught flirting with Charlie and Denise took the busty bitch to task. She had never told Charlie about it but one thing she carried with her after thumping Katherine was the memory of the incredible exhilaration of her triumph. Now she was being offered an opportunity to strut her stuff in front of him and she jumped at the chance. Tea and David arrived promptly at 10 and Charlie let them in. Before they even greeted Denise, Tea was already angrily bickering with David as she paced the floor.

"Geez, what's wrong with you two?" asked the surprised Denise. "Aspen's for fun, not fighting! Sit down and relax!"

"I don't mean to be rude," snapped Tea, "but this is really none of your business. There's nothing wrong with an occasional spat."

"Who wants cocoa?" interrupted Charlie, giving David a wink and rubbing his palms together eagerly.

Denise slowly rose from the overstuffed couch and focused an irritated gaze on Tea, "Well from what I've heard, all you wanna do is argue! Perhaps you're taking out your...professional frustrations...on your husband."

So much for 'cunning subtlety', sighed David.

"Professional frustrations?" snarled Tea angrily. "What the hell are you hinting at? And for that matter, where would YOUR career be without those big tits!"

"Whoa, WHOA!" interjected David with a wave of his hands. "Tea, that was damn rude."

"If you're in a mood for a fight - and since you just insulted me...how 'bout us goin' a coupla rounds, right now you bitch!" snarled Denise.

Charlie threw David a boyish grin, "Denise, come on! Let's all relax and...."

"You wanna fight?" interrupted Tea. "Let's fight!"

Charlie leaped up and quickly started rearranging the furniture to open up a large space for the battle even as he tried to talk them out of it, "Come on now, girls, there's no need to get nasty here," he said with a grunt as he struggled with a recliner. "Gimme a hand with this, would ya Dave!" he asked impatiently.

"Tea, don't," said David firmly. "Let's just go home." He glanced at Charlie whose expression was like a 7 year old who'd just dropped his last piece of candy out the car window. "I'm sorry, guys, we..."

"Shut up, David!" snapped Tea, curtly cutting him off. "The nosy bitch is gonna get a beating!"

Denise stepped into the spacious opening on the wide expanse of urethaned floor her husband had just created and smugly stared into Tea's eyes as she pulled her Angora sweater off over her head. Her hands cupped her magnificent tits which were straining the shoulder straps of a leopard print underwire bra and a smile curled her full lips. Her eyes locked with David as she quickly reached behind her back to unfasten and then unzip her tight skirt. She dropped the garment at her feet and stepped out of it, revealing a matching leopard print thong clearly visible beneath nude shaded pantyhose.

"Look at that slut David! Unzip me!" barked the enraged Tea.

"Now Tea......," sighed David stubbornly. "This is ridiculous."

"Unzip...NOW dammit!!!" Tea barked.

David grudgingly stepped behind his wife and slid the zipper down the back of her knee length dress. As soon as it was open, Tea took a step forward and shucked off the dress along with her shoes. She kicked them aside and her piercing stare focused on the dark-haired vixen standing opposite her. Charlie surveyed the redhead's athletic body as she stood with her hands on her hips and her heart racing in her white silk bra and matching bikini panties encased in sheer black pantyhose.

Charlie caught David's eye and gave him a subtle wink, "You girls sure we can't talk you out of this?"

"You better take cover, buddy!" growled Tea as she strode toward Denise with her fists clenched.

Denise timed Tea's approach perfectly and suddenly her foot flashed out as she pivoted on one leg. The side kick connected with Tea's abdomen.

"I'm a kick-boxer, you stupid twat!" Denise snarled as Tea folded at the waist.

Denise balled her fist and took a step toward the redhead but with an explosive surge, Tea came up with a wicked upward two hand smash to Denise's jaw that sent the yelping woman staggering away.

"I prefer golf, princess!" hissed Tea.

She lunged at the stunned Denise and unloaded a nasty punch flush on her chin. With a sickening grunt, Denise's head jerked to one side and her knees buckled. She collapsed on her knees, her head spinning in a daze as Tea stood over her holding her gut and groaning from Denise's initial kick. Venting her anger, Tea grabbed a fistful of Denise's hair at the back of her head and brutally slammed the stunned brunette's face down on the hardwood floor. As Denise lay twitching and moaning, David looked over at Charlie and shrugged.

Charlie acknowledged his questioning look with an unconcerned wave and urged his wife, "C'mon Denise! Get her, baby!"

"Atta girl, Tea!" cheered David. "Kick her ass!" Then he glanced at Charlie and whispered, "I should at least cheer for her...you know, make it look good."

Tea reached down for a handful of her shocked opponent's mane and used it to haul Denise to her knees. Denise growled and uncorked a short, stabbing blow low into Tea's belly. She grunted and doubled over with her hands over her abdomen and her ass toward the men. From her knees, Denise rose up slightly with a jerk of Tea's mane yelled "Fore!" just as she ripped a powerful punch to her jaw. Tea cried out as her body was violently launched backward and she piled up on the floor with a grunt; her legs spread out and twitched.

"Ouch!" winced Charlie as he looked down at the barely conscious redhead in a stupor at his feet.

Smiling, Charlie glanced over at David and nodded approvingly as Denise, groaned, rose to her feet still feeling the effect of Tea's assault. Her eyes flashed with pure malice as she stood over the dazed Tea and glared down at her. She snarled and scowled as she stomped a panty-hose clad heel down into Tea's crotch, then viciously ground it in. The flattened redhead convulsed in agony, shrieking as her pussy was abused by the top-heavy brunette. Tea lifted her shoulders and half sat up, trying to grab Denise's leg. Without missing a beat, Denise grabbed Tea's hair, removed her foot from the girl's pussy and delivered a temple smash with her knee.

The redhead cried out as a nauseating bone on bone KRAAK echoed off the walls and she flopped back onto her back, barely conscious. Now

Denise was in full control and she was ready to humiliate her helpless victim. She knelt down, rolled the slack Tea over on her side and unhooked her white bra.

"Let's have a look at those little puppies!" she teased. "I think my tits were that size in 7th grade!" Denise laughed as she pulled the unfastened bra down Tea's arms.

She lifted Tea into a sitting position and knelt behind her. Tea's head lolled, her chin down as she drifted in and out of consciousness until she was rudely shocked back awake when Denise reached around and pinched her nipples, then began to cruelly gouge her modest breasts with her freshly manicured nails.

"Owwwwww!!!" Tea yelped while Denise smirked and continued to torment her boobs.

Tea reached up and surprised Denise when she raked her nails over the brunette's forearm. Her nails left long, deep red scratches in the soft flesh and Denise screeched, then her face darkened with anger. Another slash of Tea's nails forced Denise to pull her arms out of the redhead's reach and she sat back on her heels and rubbed the stinging flesh gingerly. Tea suddenly lurched forward in an attempt to distance herself from her rival, but the irate Denise quickly grabbed her and yanked her back with a handful of hair. Denise slammed Tea back onto the floor with a distinct THONK as the back of her skull hit the wood floor.

"Get BACK on the floor, bitch!" hissed Denise.

She slid forward swiftly and reverse straddled Tea, parking her ass on the redhead's bare breasts. Tea, although dazed, showed tremendous grit and she refused to give in until Denise's elbow rose up as she cocked her arm for a punch aimed at Tea's exposed belly. But as Denise was preparing to strike, Tea bucked her hips abruptly and rocked back as her legs swung into the air, then came back and clamped around Denise's neck in a surprise head scissors. Tea grunted as she applied all the pressure she could muster as Denise snarled in anger and clawed at her legs.

Charlie's eyes settled on the erotic spectacle of Tea's pantyhose encased ass raised high in the air as she administered the unorthodox scissors hold from her back on the floor. Denise's face was growing flushed as she unsuccessfully tried to extricate herself. Her panicky eyes met his and then he made a motion with his hand, encouraging her to go after the vulnerable pussy just below her face. Her eyes peered down between the legs encasing her neck and widened at the sight of the exposed and accessible crotch of the woman below her. Charlie shook his fist and cheered when Denise snaked a hand behind Tea's ass and up into her crotch. With the pressure in her head threatening to put out her lights, Denise's fingernails dug into the soft, sleek crotch panel of Tea's pantyhose, shredding it wide open as Tea shrieked.

"THAT'S what I'm talkin' 'bout, baby!" cheered Charlie with a smile.

"Tell her to take it easy down there!" said David in a low tone. "I'm hoping I can get back in there once Tea forgives me for this."

Denise's nails shredded, sliced and diced Tea's pantyhose, then she yanked at the tattered panel until her fingernails found warm, soft crotch flesh. She punished the screaming redhead, raking her puckered labia until Tea had no choice but to release her scissors. Tea threw her legs to the floor to save her womanhood from her savage rival and lay with her legs writhing in pain as she moaned. Charlie and David's attention was totally focused on the brutal battle and when Denise delivered a nasty punch down into Tea's muff they both groaned in unison. Tea's legs shot in the air briefly, then flopped back down as her hands beat the floor and she cried in intense agony.

Denise slid back on her knees, being sure to drag her own damp pantyhose crotch over Tea's moaning face, scuffing and scraping the flushed face while Tea's hands slid down to her traumatized pussy in a vain attempt to comfort herself. Denise knelt beside Tea with a knee on her chest to pin her while Tea gasped and grimaced, her face showing both her suffering and embarrassment. Denise looked down at her victim smugly, then forced her hand down into the front of Tea's pantyhose where she grabbed the front of the redhead's panty. With a slit-splitting yank, Denise reared back and jerked the panties deep into the slit of Tea's pussy, sending the pinned woman's legs flailing in another convulsing fit as her pussy was subjected to further abuse with a front wedgie.

As Tea howled in torment, her face was rattled by a cuffing backhand from Denise that made Charlie mutter to David, "What'd I tell ya? She's one mean bitch!"

"I'm gonna owe you big for this!" whispered David with a subtle grin.

The agonized Tea was in a real bad way, but she was also proud and tough and she wasn't going down without a fight. Denise still had her knee planted on Tea's chest, tugging on her wedgied panties when Tea's right hand shot up behind her and raked five red furrows in the suddenly screeching brunette's bare back. Denise arched in pain, her head tipping back and her hand losing it's grip on Tea's panties. Tea tenaciously grabbed a handful of Denise's cascading hair and pulled her head back further. Denise slowly rolled over backward until she abruptly plopped to the floor on her ass with her legs draped across Tea's hips.

Still in a great deal of pain, Tea winced as she swung her legs in the air and scissored Denise's neck again. She cinched the hold securely as Denise erupted in a cursing, arm flailing fit of pique. She struggled against Tea's tight scissors and eventually worked herself up to her knees where she could again dig her fingernails into the taut thighs clamped around her neck. Determination was etched on Tea's face as she gritted her teeth and squeezed for all she was worth until Denise's frantic struggling gradually ebbed and frustrated moans came from her red face.

"C'mon, baby!" urged Charlie nervously. "Fight your way out of it!"

Denise faintly heard his encouragement, but in her light-headed state; subjected to the relentless, debilitating hold, she was faltering fast and unable to respond. She groaned in a mix of frustration and helplessness as her hands lost their hold on Tea's legs and fell, dangling limp at her hips. Tea felt her succumbing and pushed Denise face down to the floor with a turn of her hips, continuing to apply her scissors.

"It's OK; it's OK! Don't worry," whispered Charlie to David.

"She's not looking OK to me!" argued David.

Tea propped herself up on one elbow and grunted as she flexed her legs to direct further pressure to Denise's head, then reached over with her other hand to deftly unhook Denise's bra. The fading brunette whimpered as Tea worked the loosened bra cups back and forth with her hand until she exposed the brunette's heavy breasts. Fortunately, Denise was face down and her bare tits were squashed on the floor. It was painfully unfortunate for her, however, because Tea wiggled her fingers under Denise's near breast and latched onto the nipple.

"AAAOOWWWWWW!!!" shrieked Denise, her feet beating the floor in agony as Tea pulled her nipple until the breast was stretched out from under her enough to expose the rubbery nipple. Tea nastily pinched, pulled and stretched Denise's aching nipple as her feet beat a tattoo on the hardwood.

"All right! That's enough dammit," said a fuming Charlie as he got up and took a step toward the women.

"Wait a minute, man!" exclaimed David in surprise. "You throwing in the towel on your wife? Damn Charlie, you assured me she'd kick Tea's ass!" he said, a little louder than he'd intended.

"What?" snarled Tea. "This was a set up? Why you son of a bitch, Duchovny!"

"She's had enough, Tea...let her up," urged Charlie as he took another step toward her.

"Back the fuck off!!!" growled the infuriated redhead. "This ain't over yet! You take one more step Sheen and I'll snap her neck!"

"OK, OK...take it easy, Tea!" he said nervously, his hands raised in surrender. "Denise baby...just give up!"

Their conversation had been barely heard by the weakened Denise, but she had heard Charlie's plea and another wave of embarrassment washed over her tired body as she lay with her face pressed to the floor languishing in Tea's scissors. She wanted so badly to perform for her husband, especially after her exhilarating triumph over that teen temptress Heigl but Tea had a lot more grit than she'd given her credit for!

"No, Charlie!" she grunted. "Stay away! I can beat this bitch!"

Pride...an admirable quality, but sometimes it got you in a world of shit! Denise was fading rapidly, but she gave a last mighty surge as Tea's pantyhose chafed her neck raw. She just didn't have the strength to fight her way out. She was overcome with humiliation - a sensation heightened when Tea paused to give her an impromptu spanking until her bottom glowed bright red through her panties. Denise's body lost its battle and she gave a last low groan, then sighed and lay still. She was out cold.

Charlie's heart sunk as he stared in shock at his unconscious wife's limp body. Tea unhooked her lethal scissors and rattled Denise's unconscious frame with a disdainful kick. Then she straddled Denise's legs on her knees as she slowly peeled the brunette's pantyhose down her limp legs. Finally, she slid off Denise's damp thong and shook out the rolled up garment with a scowl, letting it sail through the air to Charlie.

"You probably ought to toss that in the garbage, Chuckie," teased Tea. "It smells like it belongs in there."

"Hey!" protested the dejected Charlie.

"When the fuck is your wife gonna start schooling mine, buddy?" asked David. "My ass is in a serious sling for this, you know."

"I can't believe this!" moaned Charlie as Tea rolled her flaccid foe onto her back and straddled her hips.

"HEY! Wake up, tough girl!" Tea taunted as she grabbed Denise's erect nipples and leaned back, pulling and stretching them until Denise's shoulders lifted off the floor, then shaking the woman's plump tits rapidly. Denise's legs trembled and then jerked as she was rudely shocked awake by the pain in her tits. She howled in agony and stared up at the woman torturing her nipples; her face darkening with malicious hatred.

Suddenly, Denise hand shout out and she rocked Tea with a stinging slap. As Tea reeled back, Denise sat up but she rose right into the redhead's answering hard slap of her own! The walls of the room echoed with the sound of resounding slaps as one after the other the two women landed open hands on cheeks which were followed by yelps of pain as they traded determined slaps. But in the end, Tea held the superior position and when she managed to land a forehand/backhand in succession a dazed Denise slumped back to the floor where she lay whimpering and disoriented.

Tea offered no respite as she quickly dug onto the brunette's nipples, pinched the dark nubs flat between her thumbs and forefingers, then stood up and tit-hauled the squealing brunette to her feet. Denise's face was flushed and twisted in a painful grimace as she danced on tip-toes as she allowed Tea to woman-handle her nipples with unspeakable cruelty. Tea released one nipple briefly, belted Denise with a stagger-inducing backhand, then quickly re-latched onto the nipple as Denise cried out and swayed on unsteady legs.

The savage redhead continued her abuse, letting go of one nipple to immediately tit-slap Denise's tits to one side; then she'd grab both nipples again, haul Denise up on her toes and repeat using the other hand. A rapid succession of brutal tit slaps had Denise shrieking in anguish as her body spasmed whenever Tea clamped down tight on her purplish nipples again. In desperation, she kicked Tea's shin but it only made the redhead angrier still. Tea wickedly twisted the flattened nipples, pulled Denise back up on her toes, then with a hard downward snap of her wrists she forced the tortured Denise to drop to her knees. Denise looked like the poster girl for agony and her feeble attempts at prying Tea's hands from her brutalized tits were pathetically ineffective.

Finally, Denise could take no more and she whined pitifully through trembling lips, "I give, I GIVE!! P...please let me go!"

"I told you, dammit!" David growled to Charlie. "My life's gonna be a living hell now! Your damn wife's tanking!"

"Shut up, David!" snarled Tea as she glared at him, then Denise's sobs escalated as she turned her attention back to her. Cocking her left fist, Tea nailed Denise with a punch that rocked her head violently to the side. She was out-cold as she collapsed onto her back and sprawled spread-eagled on the floor. "You shut up too, you whiny little cunt!" snarled Tea, glaring at her devastated foe.

When Tea turned to her shoulder bag and began to fish around in it, David asked nervously, "Don't you wanna cover your boob?"

"No...I don't as a matter of fact, asshole!" Tea sneered as she turned back to Denise carrying a bottle of baby oil. She knelt at the unconscious brunette's feet and squirted a stream of oil in her palm. "Moisturizer," she said when Charlie asked what she was doing. "Her feet...they're dreadfully dry," Tea grinned as she slathered the bottom of Denise's feet with baby oil. "Just trying to help!"

"That's enough," said Charlie with a wave of his hand. "It's over - you win."

"Chuck!" gasped David as he threw his arm around Charlie's shoulder and turned him away from Tea to whisper in private. "Look, my dumb ass wife doesn't know when to quit. If she keeps playing around and gloating, your wife is gonna come alive. Tea's making a big mistake...let her continue and when Denise wakes up, she'll make my friggin' wife pay...bad! That's what we're here to see. Don't give up on Denise - she'll never forgive you."

Charlie looked intently at David as he considered his suggestion. He had a point; Denise was going to be major pissed off when she came to...and she'd be even more pissed off if he chased Tea away before she got revenge. He nodded at David, "Good idea. You probably saved my ass!"

"You assholes trying to think up a back-up plan, now that big tits is snoozing?" Tea asked.

They turned around just as she was dumping pretzels out of a large glass bowl, then she breezed past them with a scowl and yanked open the sliding glass door leading to the deck. A gust of wind-driven snow howled through the open door as Tea briefly disappeared into the darkness. When she reappeared and slid the door shut, she was holding the glass bowl which had been filled with fresh snow.

"Dammit, that's cold!" she cursed as she paused to wipe the damp feet of her pantyhose on the side of the plush couch.

"If you're thirsty babe, I'm sure Charlie can scrounge something up," said David smartly.

Tea held the bowl of snow in one hand and extended the middle finger of her other one in her husband's direction and growled, "You call me 'babe' one more time and I'm gonna have Charlie scrounge me up a steak knife."

She turned to Denise and dumped the entire bowl of snow on the unconscious woman's face and chest.

"Hmpph...Aaaaaghhhhh...OH FUCK!!!" squealed Denise who came to in a hurry once the frozen snow started melting on her. "DAMN ITttt! Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!!"

She pawed at the melting snow and her entire body shivered, her heavy breasts jostling and bouncing as she frantically wiped her face. Tea tossed the empty bowl onto the couch as Denise's gyrating began to subside. The bare-assed brunette's eyes locked Tea's with a malevolent stare. "You shoulda split when you had a chance, bitch!" she snarled.

Denise scrambled to her feet but her oil-slick soles slid every which way on the urethaned floor. Her fists were up and she was desperately trying to plant her feet to deliver a kick but it was all she could do to remain upright on her slithery, slippery, sliding feet. Tea giggled, stepped up to her unsteady foe and drilled her with a belly punch that she drove deep well below Denise's belly button. The brunette nearly heaved as she choked and gagged, doubled over with her hands hugging her damaged paunch.

"What's the matter, honey, first day with your new feet?" taunted Tea wickedly.

"Pardon me Dave," said Charlie as he dejectedly watched his poor wife floundering. "Tea's one nasty, ruthless bitch."

"Tell me somethin' I don't know!" exclaimed David with a heavy sigh.

Denise had tears in her eyes when she half straightened up. She grunted in frustration as she tried to throw a punch, but the well-oiled soles of her pantyhose were slipping every which way on the smooth floor. Tea easily dodged Denise's awkward blow and retaliated with a solid backhand that whipped the yelping woman's head sideways and sent her stumbling away in a daze. Tea pursued her like a lioness on a supper run, grabbed the whimpering brunette by the hair and pulled her across the room to ram her head into the wall.

"WOOOOFFFFFF!!!" groaned Denise.

She leaned with her butt on the wall, battered, dazed and at Tea's mercy as her unfocused eyes staring up at Tea blankly. Then Denise pitched forward in anguish as Tea pounded her with another devastating belly punch, this time her knuckles tickling the upper fringe of Denise's neatly trimmed pussy. Her knees buckled and she would have gone headfirst to the floor if Tea hadn't grabbed her by two fistfuls of hair and held her up. She straightened up her white-faced and breathless rival, holding her against the wall with her open right hand between Denise's drooping, bruised breasts.

"For Christ's sake!" muttered Charlie as Tea whipped his helpless wife's face back and forth with stinging left-handed forehand and backhand slaps.

Denise’s sharp yelps rapidly degenerated into torpid moans as Tea thoroughly beat her into near unconsciousness. With her eyelids shut and her arms dangling limp at her sides, Charlie finally roused himself and stepped forward.

"Alright Tea, that's enough!" he said forcefully. "You proved you can kick her ass. Now back off and leave her alone."

Denise was drifting in and out of consciousness and the only reason she wasn't flat on the floor was Tea’s firm grasp of her tits. Charlie's words cut to the bone! She’d been unmercifully humiliated by a woman she’d felt sure she could beat and a pitiful whimper escaped her swollen lips as she felt the crushing realization of defeat. Tea spun the rubbery legged brunette around by her breasts and stood her with her back to her nearby husband.

"You better catch your candy-ass wifey then, Chuckie," Tea snarled. "She's ready for bed." Tea pulled on Denise’s nipples, forcing her to leaned forward as she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her puffy lips. As she ground her lips on Denise's, Tea pulled her nipples to the sides and forced the brunette to arch her back as her head was tilted back by the force of their ‘kiss.’ "Night-night, cupcake," Tea cooed.

Tea gave Denise’s nipples a last jerk, snapping them back into her soft breasts. As Denise gasped in pain, Tea ripped a sharp, snapping left hook to the brunette's chin. She chirped for a split second before her lights went out, then fell backward, already unconscious by the time Charlie caught her under the arms. Her body sagged and her arms swung back and forth. He grunted as he carefully lowering his out cold wife to the floor on her ass.

"Denise? Baby?" he urged fearfully as he gently laid her on her back and softly patted her cheek.

Tea grabbed her discarded clothing and dressed while she hurled expletives at David, "I may never forgive you for this, you bastard!" As she hopped from one foot to the other, pulling on her shoes, she angrily growled at Charlie as she passed "Tell big tits when she wakes up that she's a lousy hostess....and an even worse fighter!"

She swung her hips brazenly as she stormed out the door, rattling the wall hangings when she slammed it behind her.

David grabbed his coat and hurried across the floor after his livid wife, muttering, "Thanks a lot, Charlie. Next time you have a fuckin' brainstorm, keep me out of it, OK!"

David hurried out to his car, opened the door and slid into the seat. Tea threw herself across the console, wrapped her arms around her hubby and they hungrily kissed.

"They bought it hook, line and sinker, didn't they baby?" gushed Tea as she mildly bit his lip.

"They always do, babe. This your most dominating showing since the Theron fight. You were spectacular!" he praised. They kissed and groped at one another like a couple of high school juniors on their second date. "You ever consider becoming an actress?" laughed David.

Tea laughed as her hand dove for the rock hard cock building a teepee in his pants, "You were pretty convincing yourself. Get us home pronto, Tonto. I'm going to ball you ‘til you beg for mercy!"

The car tires spun wildly upon the snow covered parking area as David gunned the car and pointed it for home. Back inside, Charlie was sprinkling water on the face of his cold-cocked wife trying to revive her and wondering what had gone wrong with his great plan.