Nearly a year had passed and I thought I wouldn't hear from my ex any more. Then, out of the blue, he phoned and wanted to know if, after the disaster last time, I would do another catfight with his fiancée. I didn't really want to, but as there was no other male in sight, why not?

When she came, late again, she gave me some underwear she had bought for us. Did she really think I had none of my own? And such ugly ones too!

To crown it all, when we had put on this underwear, my ex was going to put the camera on a tripod and lie naked on my sofa. I could guess what I was going to see next. What should I do? Chuck them both out, or just enjoy the prospect of me too turning him on?

Both of them kept making out they were suffering from stress, whether because of me because I lost my sense of humour or because Mareike couldn't stand me turning my ex on! Why did they always come back to me? This would be the last time!

So we changed, she on the sofa beside him and me in front of them. Of course they saw everything because I just happened to spread my legs. It certainly stirred something up in my ex - grin, grin!


The wrestling started more like a dance. I let her have her own way, let her sit on me and gave her the feeling that she was winning.


But every time it got to be too much, I showed her who was boss. To start with the fight was not important in itself. The real reason for meeting was that relations were strained between them, Mareike wanted to put him in a good mood and I, his ex-girlfriend, was the only one available for a catfight. Should I feel satisfied or humiliated?


It wasn't my intention to win. It was enough for me to get my ex excited, which I did. Mareike noticed this and put on an exaggerated show of friendliness. The air between us crackled. While we were wrestling I wondered: why is this man my ex, why am I not together with him, if I turn him on, why separate?

After the fight I got undressed and stayed naked. Mareike and my ex had been naked all the time, only I was sitting IN FRONT OF of my ex. Nobody wanted to be the first to get dressed, but when I plucked up courage and suggested: "why don't you stay the night, then we can do a threesome!" - which is something I would never actually have done(!) - Mareike pulled my ex up and in no time they had gone! Somehow I felt that I was the winner this time, but I was still alone!

There must have been one hell of a row, and I found out from my ex that it was he who had instigated the catfight, but Mareike loves to show him off in public:"this is my man" and in her sexual fantasies there was always another woman present, who had to watch but was not allowed to join in - the cow!

In one of them she danced naked and erotically in front of my ex, turned him of while another woman had to watch, tantalised! - that was really something for my ex, he just had to see it! He didn't get the bed part though - grin, grin - but just watched the dancing, why not?


Mareike went in front of the camera and I, sitting on the sofa, had a chance to have a good look at his fiancée. OK, her tits were a bit bigger, but the belly and the behind? And erotic dancing? Just waving her ass and hands around a bit?


I think my performance was better! Really, I wasn't supposed to dance, but my ex wanted me to, and so Mareike's dreams crashed, but she went along with it - good for her!


Now she danced almost on top of the camera, so that he could see plenty. I didn't need to do that, I was doing so well I didn't want to stop. I didn't have to stop either, because Mareike joined in and didn't want to leave me alone with him!

Nothing came of Mareike's dreams with the dancing and aerobics, although she had planned everything from the skipping to the oil. I shouldn't care a damn about it one way or the other because I was going to move about 400 miles away. Then Mareike could do what she wanted in peace and my ex would always stay my ex. Perhaps the two of them will find themselves a new playmate.

I had learned that playing with fire - that is, turning my ex on in front of his fiancée and perhaps winning him back - could be very dangerous. I can't deny that I enjoyed making Mareike jealous - me, the ex-girlfriend naked in front of her fiancé. Yes, I was sometimes quite aroused by it, but now it was over, I didn't want to do it any more!

Then, one week before I moved, the phone rang. It was my ex, and had he been in the room with me he would surely have been on his knees! One last time, he pleaded; he wanted to do a catfight story about a woman taking another woman's underwear, three rounds, topless.

I didn't know then that Mareike also had something in store for me - a leaving present: she wanted to close the chapter "Doris" in glory by beating, humiliating and even torturing me in front of her fiancé. Had I known that I would have nipped his idea in the bud there and then!

The first round was harmless enough, a bit of hair-pulling and grabbing and pinching tits. After four minutes I had lost. After all, my ex had not told me that I should win.


But why shouldn't I win? If I am going away, she should at least have something to remember me by! Round 2 started with pulling breasts, especially the nipples. Although we both grinned, neither of us meant it. My nipples hurt like hell and the stupid slut kept pulling them again and again. If I gave up now, that would be the end of the story. Give up, me? NEVER! I nearly ended the second round with a face-sitting!


The last round was nearly as long as the first two put together! Mareike played her part so intensely that it was easy to believe that the fighting was not about underwear but about her fiancé! Pinching the tits looked quite harmless but it hurt terrribly and she kept on doing it. I gave up; what the hell - my ex had everything he wanted and stopped the camera.


Mareike grinned all over her face: "Now then, have I taught you a lesson? Have you had enough?" - ridiculous. The slut thought that one victory would wipe out all the other defeats, so I answered: "It was you who stopped!" - then she attacked me again and maltreated my tits for nearly 3 minutes until they felt really damaged!