After coming to a decision to join the Brazilian Erotic club, Beth had said goodbye to Kelly, Molly, and Aimee. A short while later she had leisurely made her way out to the Ipanema shopping district.
Stopping at a little sidewalk café, she ordered a Coffee latté. It was something she never grew tired of doing. She luxuriated in her life of leisure. Having been born poor had only heightened her joy. She had taken to wealth and privilege like a duck takes to water.
I'm willing to do anything to keep it, she had long ago promised herself. Besides, she realized she was almost looking forward to her friendly little face off with Aimee on Friday evening.
However, she was somewhat nervous and felt a certain amount of fear and anxiety at some of the erotic things she might be asked to do if Aimee won their little scuffle which was destined to take place during their initiation into the private little Club.
Phil will be so excited, she thought, happily, when I tell him. Anyway, she laughed, He's always saying he would like to see my brown hairy little pek pek try some other woman's pussy. And who better to try it with than gentle little Aimee.
That evening when her husband arrived home they still had ample time before their guests arrived.
Knowing how pleased he was going to be she told him everything. As expected her husband was ecstatic.
"So... , are you going to do it?" Phil had asked.
"Sure!" she giggled, "Do you think I would deny you the treat of watching your wife's little pek pek scuffle with another petite lady's pussy.
"WOW! My favorite fantasy come true!" her husband laughed, "I can hardly wait!"
You'll never guess who they plan to match me with first," Beth said, watching as her husband curiosity got the better of him.
"Don't keep me in suspense—tell me!" he laughed.
"Aimee... , Aimee Bradley and I! If everyone agrees it will be this Friday evening."
"Oh, WOW!" her husband Phil laughed. "I can't think of a better person. That is going to be sooo hot to watch!" he laughed
Friday Night Initiation...
For Aimee, the week passed much too quickly. She faced her coming initiation with anxiety. Even though she knew this was what James had been wanting; just thinking about it made her sometimes almost sick with fear and embarrassment.
Why should I worry? She laughed to herself. I'm taller and I weigh more than the other little female. I'm sure if I try, I can win her, she thought confidently. Maybe I'll let James decide what erotic consequence I make her do. He will really like that, Aimee decided.
Now, every night her husband James could hardly wait for their bedtime to take her. Aimee hadn't seen him this happy since the first days of their idyllic marriage.
Friday night, the Bradleys arrived, to find the other three couples were already there.
"WOW!" James laughed, "Looks like everyone is here already."
"Yeah, you and Aimee had us worried that you two might not show. That would have definitely spoiled the evening we have planned," Kevin, Kelly's husband laughed.
"Everybody can hardly wait!" Beth's husband, Phil laughed.
Antonio was in erotic heaven. "Let's all just have a really great evening with lots of erotic fun."
Everyone enthusiastically agreed.
Unless you have had the delightful erotic experience of watching your wife, in at least one erotic confrontation with another woman, you have no idea the excitement James and Phil were feeling as they and the others waited for the two slender lovely wives to begin their sexy sensual initiation.
When James and Aimee walked in, they could hear the buzz of excitement in the large living room.
"Looks like they're all ready," Aimee said, speaking in an almost inaudible whisper to James.
James looking across the room saw Beth, the little Phillipeno wife, seated on one of the sofas. She looked about Aimee's size, perhaps a bit smaller.
She's very pretty, he thought. She seems so quiet and well mannered with such a pleasant demeanor. She and Aimee should be a beautiful sexy little match together.
Trying not to appear too obvious, James could see Beth was a petite little female. Aimee had told him that Beth was 22 years old, just a little shorter than her, at 5' tall, and weighed 100 lbs., Aimee is a bit bigger than her, he realized.
An undercurrent of eagerness gripped the four couples as they waited for the initiation to begin. A few minutes later, Molly and Kelly took Aimee and Beth into separate bedrooms to prepare, as the others waited quietly. An air of anticipation filled the air. A few minutes later the two wives emerged dressed in shortie nightdresses.
With everyone watching, an uncertain Aimee and Beth timidly walked toward each other. At last, they stood face to face with each other in the middle of the living room.
Beth leaned over and whispered to Aimee.
"What should we do first?"
"Want to do some light slapping?" Aimee suggested, "Not to hard though... Okay?"
"Okay," Beth agreed.
Wanting to make it sexy for their watching husbands, James and Phil, the two little wives smiled and stood facing each other. At first, their hands were at their sides.
Still smiling, Beth gave a surprised Aimee a light little slap on her cheek.
"Oh, that stung!" Aimee complained still smiling.
"Okay, now it's my turn," Aimee laughed, as her open hand landed on Beth's little cheek. Everyone watching could hear the sound.
"Oh, good," Kelly whispered to Molly, who was sitting next to her. They've started. This should be fun to watch."
"As long as it doesn't get out-of-hand," Molly said.
"We won't let it," Kelly promised.
After exchanging several light slaps in the spirit of good friendly competition the two scantily clad wives began pushing each other, still giggling as they playfully tried to get the better of the other female. The onlookers could see they were well matched.
Finally, to start it off, Beth sunk her strong little fingers into Aimee's beautiful blonde hair.
"Oh, you like to pull hair, huh?" Aimee laughed, now not quite so friendly.
"Sure," Beth said. "Why, slut, are you afraid?"
"Oh," Aimee laughed grimly, "You're asking for it, you little bitch."
All the men laughed at the two little females now starting to call each other names.
"This is good!" they all agreed.
Grabbing two fistfuls of Beth's long beautiful brown hair, Aimee joined the female fray.
A moment later—no longer smiling— both determined little wives collided in earnest: pulling and jerking at each other's long hair.
"Come on, Aimee... !" the excited watchers encouraged.
"Get her down, Beth... ! Take her to the floor!" other's insisted.
The struggle between the two struggling females grew in intensity. Suddenly, the wildest hair pulling battle imaginable exploded. Each woman now locked her delicate fingers into the other wife's hair and sought a hold on the roots.
The room began to fill with cries of encouragement from the watching couples, and quickly elevated to a fever pitch.
The petite little blonde wife, Aimee, locked her wiry little fingers securely in Beth's long brown hair. She began yanking and jerking Beth back and forth across the room.
Beth, though smaller than her female antagonist, wasn't afraid and begin to fight back like a little tiger. Her tiny little hand flew at Aimee's delicate face. Everyone watching could hear the open-handed slap clearly.
Aimee, gasped in shock! Anger got the best of her! Holding Beth by her long brown hair, Aimee slapped Beth's little face. Beth moaned and cried out! The imprint of Aimee's hand remained plainly visible on Beth's little face. The little female confrontation built in intensity.
What James had secretly fantasized about for years had come true. He still could not believe that this was his mild mannered wife, as he watched her struggling with Beth, the smaller wife.
Both were pulling and yanking the other's head back and forth. Neither little wife was laughing anymore, as they jerked each other around by their disheveled hair. It was obvious to the onlookers that both Aimee and Beth were clearly angry at each other.
Although Beth was the smaller, she more than held her own in the little scuffle. For her size, she had turned out to be a wild little female. Within moments, she had Aimee's beautiful blonde hair, torn down.
Aimee's perfectly coiffed blonde hair was a torn-down mess. It now hung down in disarray over Aimee's eyes. Holding Aimee by her long blonde hair, the smaller wife, Beth jerked a petite perky Aimee wildly back and forth.
The watching husbands were loudly encouraging the two little reluctant female combatants.
"Slap her, Aimee!"
"Come on, Beth, pull her hair out!"
Even Molly and Kelly were caught up in the excitement and were screaming encouragements to the two battling wives.
Aimee was a wiry little woman and was not timid about yanking Beth's hair right back. Everyone could see Aimee and Beth were well matched in size, age and temperament.
Gamely burying her little white delicate fingers deep into the fiery little Asian girl's long brown hair, a determined Aimee began trying to jerk Beth's brown hair out by its roots.
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