Speaker 1: I couldn't believe it when the invitation came. I lived
down the block from a class a bitch who judged
everyone in the neighborhood, Melanie Woods. I'd never known her
to say anything positive to anyone. There was always a
little snipe in everything she said. I remember her making
a comment on my neighbor's car, it looks old and reliable.
A comment on another neighbor's choice of house color. Well,
as long as you like it, she said, with a passive,
aggressive smile. Then one day she saw me riding my
bike home with a basketful of groceries. It must be
a real pain having to ride with all of that,
she said. If you had a boyfriend, he could drive
you to the store. Too bad you haven't. The sentence
ended with a venomous little look in her eye before
she turned and walked into her house. In my vocabulary,
Melanie Woods was another word for bitch. That's why I
thought the invitation must have come to the wrong address.
An invitation to Melanie Wood's thirty fifth birthday bash. I
texted the other neighbors asked if they'd received the same invite. Shockingly,
they had, and their attitude was all the same Why
would she invite us? The night of her birthday came around,
and I bought a cheap bottle of something and put
a ribbon around it, along with a card i'd half
heartedly signed with some of the most insincere birthday wishes
I'd ever written. When I got to the Woods house,
I rang the doorbell and waited. Melanie opened the door,
her blonde hair perfect, her makeup perfect, and her perfect
smile turned upside down when she saw it was me. Oh,
she said, almost wrinkling her nose. You're the girl with
the bike. The true me inside uttered to myself. Why
the fuck do I bother? Yeah, I said, with a
fake smile. Oh, she said again. It must have been
my husband who invited you. Must have, I said, with
a quick raise of my eyebrows. She took the bottle,
took the card, put them on the shelf next to
the door, with a bunch of other gifts and cards
she hadn't bothered to look at, and then invited me in.
The Inside of the house was like a little palace
shrunk down into a suburban home. Everything was the best
of the best. Perfect couch, perfect carpet, perfectly placed pictures,
on the walls. It was as plas and fake as
a porn star's tits in the nineties. I walked into
the living room and music was playing through a bluetooth speaker,
and all the neighbors who'd had a little too much
to drink were all laughing and talking. The ones who
felt the same as me gave me that knowing look like,
look at us all in the court of the queen
bitch's kingdom. I went over and joined them and talked
about things I didn't really care about on a good day,
couldn't give a flying fuck about every other day. Luckily,
drinks were flowing and I got good and tipsy in
no time. Trust me, I needed it. While I was
talking to some of the good neighbors, someone walked in.
I'd never actually met Melanie Wood's husband. Oh fuck, he
was pretty hot, a tall guy with brunette hair what
I would call stereotypically tall, dog and handsome. Why did
all the uptight bitches in the world bag all the
best guys. As people mingled and the gathering turned more
into a party, I approached the husband and introduced myself. Oh,
he said, the girl on the bike. Yeah, I wonder
where he got that from. He said his name was
Zach and he'd moved here from Los Angeles when he
married Melanie. He thought it would be good to have
some locals over so his wife could get to know them.
Everyone always seemed so busy. The pair never really saw
any of the neighbors, and they'd been here for two years.
I nodded and smiled, more like the neighbors had managed
to strategically avoid the miserable cunt he called wife for
two years. We chatted for a while, and being a
little drunk, I held a Lewde gaze on him as
he I could read body language like most people could
read a book, and I knew he liked it. That
sparked something in me. Melanie Woods always acted as if
she had a one up on everyone, and in that moment,
I understood the ultimate one up would be getting the
attention of her hunky husband, and I was. I laughed
a little louder at his jokes, held my gaze more strongly,
and even touched his arm as we talked. He never
moved away, never tried to hide what I could sense
coming off him in waves. He liked me. I drunk
one glass of wine too many. When the bathroom started calling,
I asked him where the bathroom was, and he said upstairs,
left and then right, then left. I'd had way too
much to drink, and confusion must have been plastered on
my face. He took my hand and life led me upstairs.
I felt a little jolt of connection as we touched,
a little excitement as I ran upstairs with Melanie Woods's
husband in her own house. A thousand filthy thoughts fired
through my mind. We went upstairs, he showed me where
the bathroom was, and I went in and pissed. As
I came out, Zach was standing there waiting for me,
and I did something daring. I put my arms around
his neck, drew myself closer to him, and purred, what
the fuck do you see in your wife? Is she
fucking amazing? In bed? An exhausted expression filled his face.
We haven't fucked in two years? Are you fucking crazy?
I said, in shock. He shrugged. I looked down the
hall behind him, made sure no one was coming up
the stairs. Out of all the filthy thoughts my head held,
one rang as clear as a bell. Show me your bedroom,
I said, seductively. He went to say something, thought about it,
then took my hand again and led me to his
and Melanie's bedroom. As we walked in, I pushed the
door shut and pounced, kissing him deeply, licking his lips
and sticking my tongue in his ear. We need to
be careful, she's only downstairs, he said, panicked. I know,
I said, with a flirtatious flash in my eyes. That
makes it better. We kissed hard and deep. I could
feel how desperately he wanted this, and boy, was he
going to get it. I reached down and caressed his
rock hard cock through his genes. The fucking thing was
throbbing to be unleashed. I gritted my teeth, looked up
at him like a lusty bitch, and said, I'm gonna
give you to fucka your life. Now. He was on me,
kissing me deep, taking control. Fuck. He wanted me more
than his next breath of air. He was hot, horny,
and desperate for some wetness wrapped around his joint. I
undid his pants, pulled out his thick cock and dropped
to my knees and lapped and licked it like a slut.
I looked up at him all the time, winking at
him as I lapped his length, going from balls to
shaft to tip with my glistening wet tongue. Then footsteps
came up the stairs, and we both froze, waited, listened.
Someone passed and used the bathroom at the end of
the hall. We shouldn't be doing this, he whispered, going
soft in my mouth. We fucking should be doing this.
I snarled and spat all over his cock and throated
it dear deep. That made the fucking thing hard again.
Come on, you bastard, I said, talking in a sexy whisper.
Let's make this quick and dirty. We walked over to
the bed and I pulled up my skirt and yanked
my panties down. Return the favor, fucker, I snapped, Make
it good and wet. He buried his face in me
and ate me exactly like what he was a guy
who'd had a pussy draft for two years. He tasted
my cunt, tasted my asshole, licked every flap and fold
of my hot pussy until I could feel his saliva
drip down my ass crack to my lower back. Come on, motherfucker,
I moaned, do me good, take it all out. On me.
I rolled over on the bed, pushed my tight little
ass out and coaxed him to come around the back
and do me doggy style. He didn't hesitate and plunged
his throbbing rod deep into my well licked cunt. Fuck.
I moaned, making fists into the bed sheets, moaning as
the husband of the neighborhood bitch plunged my wetness. I
pushed back, feeling his heavy balls slap against my pulsating clit.
He was good for a guy out of practice. He
fucked me like a jackhammer, drilling deep into me. He
knew time was of the essence, that bedroom door could
fly open any second and the jig would be up.
But he needed this. I needed this. He grabbed my
ass cheeks and slammed me deeper. I put my face
in the sheets and moaned. I could keep this up
all night, but we didn't have the time. Then, with
my face in melanie Woods sheets, I found something I
knew would do the trick in getting him off. Dirty
pair of Melanie's panties was right beneath me. I could
see the pussy juice stained gusset staring up at me.
A white mark on the black fabric. Imagine this, I said,
looking over my shoulder. Imagine I had your wife up
here in front of me with her legs spread, offering
her dirty cunt to me. I spread the dirty panties
out in front of me, with the pussy juiced crotch
staring up at me. I'd eat the bitch clean, I said, seductively,
then leaned down, tongue out and lapped at the filthy
pussy stains, Tasting the dried juices of the bitch. I
hated the most. It tasted musky and stale, but I
loved it. That did it for her husband. Seeing the
bitch he was fucking eating out his wife's old panties
made him grunt and groan, and his full hot load
exploded in me and spurted out the tight seams of
our cock to cunt connection. He lay over my back, sweating,
breathing hard, then rolled off with a smile on his face. Now,
I said, kissing him with my pussy stinking lips. That
was a good fuck. I stood above him, fucked and vibrating,
still a little drunk, and squatted down, then began to
piss all over him. Fuck, he said, as my golden
shower soaked him. I didn't mean to, it just kind
of happened. Right when Melanie walked through the door. What
the fuck? She screamed. Oh shit, parties over. That was
the day everything changed. I wasn't just the girl who
rode a bike anymore. I was the girl who fucked
Melanie Wood's husband on her birthday. And to make the
memory worse, I was the girl who pissed all over
her bed, then slapped her around the face and called
her a bitch. I wrecked her marriage and made her
move house and leave the neighborhood. No, I wasn't just
the girl who rode a bike. I was the girl
who got rid of that bitch once and for all.
And to the neighbors, I was a goddamn hero. I
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