Posted by Barbara on 9/29/2003, 12:30 pm
Message modified by board administrator 9/29/2003, 12:31 pm

Let me tell you about myself. I'm 5'6", 125lbs., 38-26-36. People say I look like a young Judy Garland. A few months ago I had a catfight with a women who was interested in my husband. My hubby (Steve) is super attractive and always has women hanging all over him when we go out to parties. Usually, I ignore them, but I know he likes to see me in fights (the sex afterward is great) so I pick my spots. Anyway, we were at this party when this blond b###h Natalie (who looks like Heather Locklear, but trashier), was coming on to Steve. She about 5'11", and slightly larger breasts than mine and has long, shapely legs. About 12 of us were sitting around a table at a club having drinks. Steve was seated to my left and Natalie was next to him. She was flurting furiously with him and I was getting madder by the minute. At one point, Natalie got up and went to the ladies room. While she was gone I gave Steve a hard nudge with my elbow to his side, then I pinched his thigh. He knew something was up. When Natalie got back, instead of sitting in her seat, she sat right on Steve's lap in front of everyone, giving me a catty look at the same time. I saq red! I could have strangled her, but instead I swept my hand across the table and "accidently" knocked a drink right on her lap. She jumped up soaking wet! I mearly said, "I guess you shouldn't have been sitting there." She gritted her teeth, reached over, picked up her drink, threw it in my face and said, "I guess you shouldn't have been sitting there, either." That was it. I was going to kill that b###h. I jumped up, grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground. I jumped on her and we were in an all-out hair-pulling battle. Two bouncers ran over, seperated us, and told us if we wanted to fight to go outside. Natalie said, "Fine" and I said, "I'm going to get you." Steve, of course, was so excited his pants were buldging. But I was so mad all I wanted to do was to hurt Natalie as much as I could. A bunch of people followed us outside and formed a circle with Natalie and myself in the center. I couldn't wait to get at her. People were shouting "to get her" and "rip her clothes off." We circled each other for a few moments with our fists raised, although it seemed like an eternity. Then we charged each other swinging wildly. We landed on the ground punching, scratching, and ripping clothes. We rolled over and over. People were yelling and screaming. I ripped her top off, then she ripped off mine. We seemed more intent on stripping each other than anything. Finally, we broke apart. It's hard to remember how long we had been fighting at this point, although Steve says it was only a minute or two. Again, we raised our fists, except this time I was in bra and panties and she was still in her skirt, but topless. We charged again screaming and punching. The rest is a blur, other than the fact it ended with both of us on the ground, hands buried in each other's hair, both topless now, crying and exhausted. Still, it took several men to pull us apart. Steve took me home, cleaned me up, calmed me down and poured me a drink. After I recovered somewhat, we went to bed and as you might imagine screwed all night.