Too Many Cooks?
by Pygmalion


    I'm not going to make any promises about this story because I think
the most recent installment of Trinity vs. Mrs. Ash is going to be hard
to top.  The setting isn't going to be written chronologically, but the
fight will be.  By fight time Trinity will be wearing your basic bra and
panties. 
    Nowhere nearly as elegant as what Mrs. Ash is wearing.  Everything
blue.  Starting with a silky two piece lingerie outfit.  The blue really
brings out the color in her eyes, and the silk material brings out the
elegance and softness of her complexion.
    She has a garter belt around the waist of the panties and thin
layered stockings that latch to the garter belt.  She also has a lacy
choker around her neck that is blue with white trim.  This title is such
because I'm joined by 3 guests.
 
    Mr. Ash:  Seeing my wife and Trinity standing so close in their
lingerie outfits I had a hard time believing what I had been told.  I was
also having a hard time believing what I was seeing.  Trinity showing off
my wife as if she were a trophy.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  Before all of that Trinity took off her trenchcoat.  I
made the mistake of chuckling.  She thought I was laughing at her.
    "Don't laugh Mrs. A.  I may be small and petty looking but I whipped
your ass."
    She didn't realize that I was chuckling out of embarrassment.  I
couldn't believe I had lost earlier that day to some skinny girl like
Trinity.  Kind of strange when she was whipping my ass she didn't seem so
small.
 
    Trinity:  I had an arm around Mrs. Ash's waist and the other hand I
was using to caress her shoulders and arms.  I made a point to brag to
Mr. Ash about my triumph over his beloved alpha wife.
    "Can you believe Mr. A that scrawny me twice pinned down these broad
shoulders and hammies. (By hammies I was referring to her arms)"
    I turned my attention back to Mrs. Ash.  I was now holding both of
her wrist in my hands and standing right in front of her.
    "I bet when you came home to day you didn't expect to get into a
boxing match with me let alone getting trounced by me like you did...."
    I went on about my triumph.  I could see it was uncomfortable for her
to hear the details.  Probably because she was replaying them out in her
head.
    Something changed though.  Mrs. Ash pulled away and gave me a shove
backward.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  Despite what happened earlier that day something had
dawned on me.  The boxing match didn't go as I had anticipated.  It was
one of those things where I expected something to be easy.  Truthfully I
didn't really intend to hurt Trinity just show her up and embarrass her.
    When I came home and saw my 18 year old babysitter boxing my 11 year
old daughter around I had an idea to relieve some stress.  I had to admit
since Trinity was better at boxing than I anticipated I was caught off
guard and even panicked a little.  Maybe if I were better prepared and
was willing to hurt and not just show up the cute little bugger I
would've done better.
    As for the wrestling.  I bit my tongue, worried more about my
modesty, and 40 year old desk jockey me tried running around my big
backyard in hopes of catching an 18 year old track star.  Don't get me
wrong I'm in good shape.  A lot better than most of my co-workers.  I've
just never have been a very fast runner, nor has long distance running
been one of my favorite things.
    Back in the day I hated playing tag in school.  Those problems I
figured wouldn't surface in a rematch.  Here in this particular room
though vacant there wouldn't be a whole lot of space to run around. 
    With my daughter away visiting my sister I wouldn't have to worry
about her watching.  My husband has seen my goods before, and Trinity's
and 18 year old young woman she wouldn't see anything that she doesn't
have.  Well not quite in size. 
    "I never submitted to you."
 
    Trinity:  Mrs. Ash was right.  I recalled the ending of our first
debacle and it was daughter Ash's begging that brought the match to an
end.  I wasn't sure if I should grant Mrs. Ash a rematch but I realized
that there wouldn't be any sexual liberties on her unless I defeated her
a second time, or actually the first time considering I hadn't
technically beat her the first time.
 
    "What about Mr. Ash?"
    "What about me?"
    "Are you going to interfere?''
    "You could tie me up if that would make you feel better."
   
    Fast forward.  Mr. Ash is tied up and sitting in a chair and the two
women are ready for combat.
 
    Mr. Ash:  Even though I was bound I didn't mind.  I felt more sorry
for Trinity because no one beats my wife twice at anything.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  This wasn't going to be a boxing, nor a wrestling match. 
It was going to be a brawl.  Except no weapons.  The winner was to be
declared by knockout or submission.
 
    Mr. Ash:  Then once all of that was out of the way the scene became
intense.  My wife and Trinity visually sized each other up and slowly
circled.
 
    Trinity: Just as I had anticipated.  Mrs. Ash was quite eager to get
her hands on me. 
 
    Mrs. Ash:  Things didn't quite go completely as Trinity anticipated. 
I grabbed her by her pigtails and kneed her in the gut.  I slung her to
the floor and pounced on her.
 
    Mr.Ash:  From my vantage point it looked like my wife was slugging
Trinity into an oblivion.
 
    Trinity:  But what you didn't see because she had her back to you was
me putting my hands up and blocking Mrs. Ash's punches.  I am confused
about something though.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  Well even though I was on top and had a perfect view of
what was happening it didn't quite register than none of my punches
connected with Trinity's face.  I was so enthralled that I was doing what
I should've done earlier in the day I became cocky.  I stood up and
invited Trinity to stand up.
    She didn't move and her hands covered her face.  I was so blinded
with fury that I thought I had really hurt her.  I grabbed her by the
hair and pulled her up to one knee.
 
    Trinity:  That's when I slammed an uppercut to her pussy then into
her mid-section.  Instead of standing up I grabbed her ankles and yanked
them out from underneath her.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  That hardwood floor of mine knocked the wind out of me and
me hitting my head really knocked me for a loop.
 
    Trinity:  I wasn't sure how bad Mrs. Ash was hurt so I wasted no time
in wrapping my legs around her ribs and squeezing.  I don't know why but
I thought of something that's unconventional in a fight.  I moved my legs
down to around her waist.  I kept a tight squeeze on her waist.  Though
my legs are skinny they are quite strong. 
    All that track running and soccer playing that I do is the cause of
that.  Instead of straddling Mrs. Ash I was at a side of hers and had my
head down by her feet.  I grabbed one ankle, pulled it toward me away
from her other leg so that she wouldn't be able to kick me in the face. 
Once everything was set up just right I started tickling the bottom of
her foot.
 
    Mr. Ash:  I happen to know that my wife is very ticklish in a lot of
areas, and yes the bottom of her feet is one of them.  She has a high
threshold of pain.  This could be a problem though.  The tickling of the
bottom of her foot made her giggle, but it wasn't out of enjoyment.  At
least that's what I told myself.  I will admit hearing her giggle and
squirming around like she was did have its appeal.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  Some people don't know this but in some cultures tickling
is a form of torture. Though I was giggling this was more agonizing than
any submission hold.  I took all I could handle before submitting.
 
    Trinity:  I was floored.  At first I didn't take her seriously. 
 
    "Please Trinity.  Stop!  I give up."
    Once Mrs. Ash insisted on that in between her giggles I realized I
had won. 
 
    Mrs. Ash:  How pathetic is that.  Giving up to having my feet
tickled.  I was quite ashamed.
 
    Fast forward to both Trinity and Mrs. Ash standing up.
 
    Mr. Ash:  Seeing Trinity reaching around my wife to undo her bra gave
me a jilt.  BOOOOOIIIIIIINNNNNGGG!
 
    Trinity:  I had Mrs. Ash keep her arms stretched out to each side.  I
was very eager to get her bra off.  This time there wouldn't be any
covering up on her part.  I intended on taking down her panties, but once
I saw those naked boobs of hers they were just too insistent about
calling to me for fondling.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  I stiffened up.  I really didn't like this.  To make
matters worse my husband was watching my breasts get fondled by our
scrawny 18 year old babysitter.
 
    Mr. Ash:  Well to be honest........
 
    Trinity:  I finally got bored with the boob fondling and whispering
sweet little nothings to Mrs. Ash.  I pulled down her panties.
    "Woe Mrs. Ash!  Somebody's not a natural blonde." 
 
    Mrs. Ash:  It wasn't that comment from Trinity that set me off.  It
was the fact that in a way I felt cheated by how quick our little
wrestling match was over, and when Trinity put on this strap on dildo
that was 3 times the size my husband's dick, and he's amply endowed  I
took it upon myself to smack her across the face.
 
    Trinity:  I was surprised by that.  I put my hand on my face because
it felt like it was on fire and was about to demand an explanation;
afterall I thought we had a deal.  I didn't get to ask anything because I
got smacked again.  This time I retaliated with a smack of my own.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  From there a slap boxing match broke out.  That little
snip cheated half the time because she'd catch my wrist and would slap
me.  When I tried catching her wrist I just wasn't able to because her
hands were too quick.
 
    Trinity:  I started smacking the crap out of Mrs. Ash, but then she
did something odd.  She grabbed the genitalia of the dildo and squeezed. 
I stopped a bit humored and put my hands on my hips.
 
    "What do you think you're doing?"
    I punched Mrs. Ash in the chin.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  I took a swipe at Trinity but missed.
 
    Trinity:  I dodged the punch and stepped behind Mrs. Ash.  I jumped
on her back and wrapped my arms around her throat.  I positioned my hips
and penetrated her rectum with the dildo.
 
    Mrs.Ash:  That hurt so much that he made me drop to my hands and
knees.  That didn't stop Trinity from "prison f___ing" me.
 
    Trinity:  Not at first you didn't drop.  I had to move up and down on
you a couple of times.
 
    Mr. Ash:  It struck me as odd seeing this sight.  They were
positioned facing me.  I did get enjoyment of hearing my wife moan just
like she does when we have sex, and seeing her breasts bounce around and
even clap together.  I thought maybe she was enjoying this, but then I
looked into her eyes and saw tears coming out. 
    My heart sank seeing my wife in pain.  I tried to get loose but the
knots were too tight.  Trinity sure does know how to tie a knot.
 
    Trinity:  Absolutely.  I learned how to tie knots from this bondage
book.  I finally decided that Mrs. Ash had enough of getting "prison
f____ed".  I figured she would be submissive now.   I pulled the dildo
out and helped her to her feet.  I stood in front of her and told her to
get down on her hands and knees and suck my dildo.  I figured I'd be
helping her out since she seemed to be having a hard time standing up.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  Gross!  That was just in my asshole.  I figured slapping
her wouldn't work, nor would grabbing the dildo.  Trintiy was right about
me having a hard time standing up, so I knelt.  She held her arms out at
her side and threw her head back.  I saw this as an opprotunity to pull
the rug out from underneath her.  There wasn't a rug in the room mind
you, but I grabbed her ankles and tripped her up much like she did me
earlier.  I couldn't move very fast because my rectum was still
throbbing, but the fall did knock the wind out of Trinity so I was able
to get on top of her.
 
    Trinity:  Too bad for Mrs. Ash she didn't think to remove the dildo
because once she was on top I rammed that baby into her pussy.  She
howled out and her eyes crossed.  She tried pulling away put I kept a
hold of her and rolled us over so that I'd be on top.  Once I was on top
I began f_____ing her.  I f___ed her so hard that she couldn't help but
to cum.
 
    Mr.Ash:  I was absolutely infuriated that this brat made my wife
cum.  I started shouting profanities and threats at Trinity.
 
    Trinity: I just blew Mr. Ash off because I knew there was nothing he
could do.
    "Its not my fault your wife likes it rough.  I guess that explains
the moisture she had earlier on her bikini bottom."
 
    Mrs. Ash:  My face was buried in my hands and I cried.  I was hurt
but I hate to admit it but Trinity is right.  I do like it rough.  Well
except for the "Prison F_____ing" that I could do without.
 
    Trinity:  I decided since I was done with Mrs. Ash there was only one
thing left to do.  I tied her up to a chair naked, but I did place a
bathrobe over her front.  That was after the lap dance.  I put tape over
both of their mouths, gathered up her lingerie that she was stripped of
except for the choker she still had that on, and left.
 
    Mr. Ash:  I couldn't believe she left us there like that all night. 
When our daughter came home she was upset.
    "Did Trinity beat up daddy too?"
 
    Folks this maybe the final horah for awhile because I really had to
force this one out.
Pygmalion