Driving with Elaine today, something came up about our neighbor Colleen. Elaine started trash talking her, said "She is built like a brick shit-house." So I said, "A good wrestling partner, though." I was trying to make Elaine say something about being confident of winning a match or fight with Colleen. I think Elaine knows I want her to fight, but we can never talk about it directly. She made no reply. There was complete silence in the car. But then, about a minute later, Elaine starts trashing her again, saying, "I can't figure her out. She seems like such a hard bitch." So, I must have got her juices flowing somewhere. Maybe she's jealous that I'm even noticing Colleen.
Elaine thinks Colleen is a couple of inches taller than she is, but I will swear Elaine is taller by an inch or two. I must get them back to back sometime. Maybe one of them will "accidentally" elbow the other one in the kidney. That would start something. You guys with mature wives or milf fantasies would cream to see this fight -- and I want to be front-row center.
The woman who has been cutting my hair for years somehow got onto the subject of my ex-wife, who happens to be the person in my avatar picture. In the middle of cutting, out of nowhere, she brought up the idea of being a little afraid of my ex, even though they have never met. You have to imagine my cutter, about five-five, 40 years old, I think at least partially of Greek extraction, with dark hair (sometimes red with henna) and tattooed on arms, back of her neck and legs. I know she once worked as a nightclub bouncer, and I'm pretty sure she could handle herself in a fight. "You could take her," I said. "My ex is all fire on the outside, but pretty soft in the middle." It was a pleasant rush to think of these two equals in a brawl of pent-up energy. And, to tell the truth, I'm not entirely certain my ex couldn't take my haircutter, after all.
Here’s my dilemma. It will sound familiar to you. I’m frustrated because I can’t talk to Elaine, the woman I live with, about my fight fantasies, some of which admittedly involve her. She’s strong and athletic and super-competitive, but she doesn’t want to hear about fighting. In recent years, I’ve been paying attention to our neighbor who lives across the road, and I’m primed to get a good slapping catfight going between them, except that there is no way to get it done. My neighbor Colleen is a tough bitch, with a teenage daughter who’s also grown into a tough bitch.
Colleen is about 45 years old, really short, say 4’11” and thick as a Brick you-know-what-House. My wife is 5'1" with pretty firm D cup breasts, broad shoulders and pretty arms and legs. She has thickened up some, too, because of her age; I guess she is five or six years older than Colleen. Both these women go around in the summer in shorts and sleeveless tops or, better yet, t-shirts.
My wife has a quick, hot temper, particularly after she’s had a few glasses of wine, and I'm sure Colleen’s the same way. I hear she's had some real fights with her daughter. I get turned on by the idea of Elaine and Colleen getting into it. Colleen’s husband works out of town a lot. I’ve thought of proposing the match to him, but I can’t be sure of his feelings. I can only imagine him fantasizing his Colleen fighting my woman. What to do???
