This story will be posted in its entirety over the next week. The first several chapters were posted on the original board. I will let you know when the new chapter(s) goes up.

Take care,

JB

Bad Neighbor

Prologue:

Abby removed her earrings and slipped off the necklace she had been wearing. She unzipped her cocktail dress and let it slide down her body to puddle at her feet. She stood almost naked, except for her thong.

Abby could hear her husband, Daniel, showering in the ensuite bathroom. They had just returned from a party at the home of one of her colleagues. It had been a swanky affair, one that required them to dress up. It was a little past 2 AM right now and they were both looking forward to falling into bed.

Abby examined her nearly nude body in the full length mirror on the bedroom wall. She liked -no, she loved – what she saw: a beautiful, auburn-haired woman in her late 20s in perfect physical condition. She worked hard to maintain her voluptuous and well-toned body. Her large, perfectly-formed tits jiggled deliciously as she put her hands on her wide, powerful hips and struck a pose. She flexed her abs and her gym-trained legs rippled. She turned around to look at herself from behind. The string of her thong disappeared into the crack of her round, taut ass. Her back was sculpted, curved and strongly muscled. She smiled at herself. She had no doubts about her beauty and her appeal as a woman. Then she frowned. The fact was that she was being challenged, her womanly territory was being violated, and she was not entirely sure what to do about it.

Abby walked over to the window of the large bedroom and looked out. The window provided a clear view of the neighboring home’s backyard.

Abby barely contained a snarl of rage. Despite the late hour, their neighbor, Deborah, was lying on a lounger on the marble deck beside the pool. The other woman was completely nude, her luscious body tauntingly illuminated by the lights reflecting off the gently lapping pool water. The moving shadows traced the woman’s massive, gorgeous tits and her beautifully sculpted abdomen, her wide, curving hips. One of her long, lavish legs was extended along the length of the lounger. The other was bent at the knee, her bare foot resting on the fabric surface. Deborah’s eyes were closed, but Abby could make out the buds in the woman’s ears. She was probably listening to music. Or, at least, that’s how the bitch wanted it to appear.

Abby closed the drapes. She could barely contain her anger, but she did not think there was much she could do. The other woman was lounging in the nude in her own backyard, beside the pool, in the middle of the night. She would probably claim that she enjoyed swimming in the nude and that doing so late at night was the best time. Abby knew better. The other woman was clearly trying to seduce Daniel. Abby was going to make sure that did not happen.

The shower turned off. Abby knew it would not be long before Daniel came into the room and told her that it was her turn to shower. She had no doubt that he would then open the drapes, look out, and spend the next few minutes contemplating Deborah’s magnificent naked body, dreaming about how it would feel to drive his throbbing prick up into the bitch’s tight, wet cunt, dreaming of sucking and biting and licking at the neighbor’s thick, juicy tits.

Abby stripped off her thong and walked into the ensuite, her womanly hips swaying. Daniel was standing just inside the shower cubicle, toweling off. His nicely chiseled body dripped with water.

“Hey, Abs,” he said, a bit surprised at his naked wife entering the bathroom. “In a rush?”

Abby walked up to her naked husband and put her hands on his chest. She pushed him further back into the shower cubicle and closed the door.

“No, I don’t think we should rush at all,” Abby purred. “I think we should take all the time we need.” Her eyes glinted with lust. She reached down and gripped Daniel’s rapidly swelling prick. She dropped to her knees, licked the throbbing cock’s head, and then wrapped her lips around the tumescent shaft and sucked powerfully.

Daniel dropped his towel and pushed his head back onto the wet tile as he moaned in ecstasy. He buried his hands in his wife’s thick auburn hair and pushed her head further down his shaft. Abby looked up at her husband’s face, which was twisted in a rictus of pleasure. She sucked and licked, then deep-throated his huge dick, taking it as far into her hot throat as she could. Daniel trembled with the overpowering sensations. Abby stroked and fondled her husband’s tender balls and probed at his asshole, something she knew he enjoyed.

She dragged the blow job out for nearly 10 minutes before Daniel finally could not take it anymore. With a strangled cry, he ejaculated hard, shooting his load deep in his wife’s throat. Abby swallowed it all back. Daniel panted as she rose to her feet, a satisfied smirk on her face, a trickle of cum dribbling from her lips.

“We’re not done yet baby,” she murmured. Taking him by the hand, Abby led Daniel into their bedroom. She pushed him onto his back on the bed. His wet prick was a little flaccid but still fairly hard. She lay down, stretching out beside Daniel, gripped his softened shaft in her hand, and began to rub the thick flesh. In moments, he was back at full erection. Abby got to her knees, straddled Daniel’s hips, and lowered her bare-shaven twat down onto his swollen cock.

Abby grunted in pleasure as her tight cunt split and expanded around her husband’s throbbing dick. The meaty spear sank deep into her hot, wet twat, spreading her as it thrust all the way in. When her pussy lips were pressed tight to the nest of pubic hair on Daniel’s groin, the course fur tickling her clean-shaven cunt, she squeezed his prick tightly, using her vaginal muscles to massage and tease his rock-hard member. Daniel filled his hands with his wife’s huge, firm tits and squeezed and stroked, twisting and rubbing her nipples. Abby placed her hands on Daniel’s muscular chest and moved her hips slow and hard, sliding his cock in and out of her hot depths, torturing him with pleasure. It took almost 20 minutes but Daniel finally went stiff with climax. He groaned in erotic ecstasy. Abby cried out as a powerful orgasm surged through her lush body, as she felt her husband’s cum inject deep inside of her.

Abby collapsed on top of Daniel. They lay panting, sweaty and hot, for several minutes. Finally, she rolled off Daniel, feeling his now flaccid prick slide out of her tight cunt. Daniel looked barely conscious. Abby smiled. Her husband would not be playing the voyeur tonight.

Abby climbed off of the bed and covered Daniel’s sleeping body in the bed sheet. She turned off the bedroom lights. She showered quickly, brushed her teeth and did her other nightly preparations, then returned to the bedroom, still naked. Daniel remained unconscious on the bed.

Abby walked to the bedroom window, pulled back the drapes, and looked out. It was now almost 3 AM but Deborah was still on the lounger. The woman had changed her position. She was on her side, her back facing the bedroom window, giving an observer a stunning view of her perfect ass and the amazing curve of her hip.

“That fucking bitch,” Abby thought as she pulled the drapes tight. She slipped under the covers, still nude, and pressed up against Daniel. He murmured in his sleep. Before she drifted off to sleep, Abby’s last thoughts were of Deborah and how she was going to deal with the woman. She had to do something about the bitch and she had to do it soon.

Part I:

Deborah had moved into the neighborhood about five months earlier. The word quickly went around that a drop-dead gorgeous divorcee was on the loose – the usual “lock up your husbands” warnings were exchanged by the wives in the area. The rumors were that Deborah had a history as a nude model on “tasteful” porn sites and that her failed marriage to a wealthy businessman had left her independently wealthy. She was no older than Abby but was able to retire comfortably, living off the income from her investments.

Initially, Abby had not bothered with the rumors and warnings, though the idea that the woman had been a professional erotic model intrigued her. Abby had been approached several times to do nude modeling while she had been a lifeguard during her student years and she had come close a couple of times to saying “yes.” She certainly was not averse to being naked in public and she was already a very sexually adventurous young woman. But she was about to embark on a career as a network security analyst and she did not need too many skeletons rattling around in her closet nor was she desperate for money.

It was a couple of weeks after Deborah moved in that Abby met the woman and all of her alarm bells went off.

It was at the summer block party, an annual event where the local community got together. Meeting new members of the neighborhood was part of the festivities.

Deborah arrived in a show-stopping orange halter top and black shorts that left little to the imagination. The halter exposed so much of the woman’s tanned tits that Abby feared they would fall out. Deborah’s belly was taut and firm and her deep navel was adorned with a shiny jeweled stud. The lower curve of her ass peeked out from under her tight shorts. Her shapely legs elicited many admiring glances from men and women. Deborah’s hair was thick and shoulder-length, a deep, chestnut color that gleamed in the sunlight. Her green eyes glinted with mischief. On the one hand, she was the kind of uninhibited woman that Abby liked. On the other hand, she reeked of erotic potential and she clearly had no boundaries or concerns about going after whatever she wanted, even if that meant married men. Abby quickly realized that all of the neighborhood gossip about this woman was true.

Abby was a beautiful, voluptuous woman and she was used to being the most alluring woman at the neighborhood gatherings. The fact that Deborah clearly stole some of her thunder bothered her, but she consoled herself with the fact that she was not trying to compete. She was wearing a tank top that exposed some of her own considerable cleavage and a bit of tanned belly, and shorts that did little to hide her curvaceous legs and complemented her beautifully sculpted ass. She was wearing her thick, auburn hair down. She regarded her attire as sensible and a bit sexy. Deborah was screaming “sexpot” with every wiggle of her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

Deborah made the rounds, drawing attention and soon picking up a small crowd of men. Abby decided to ignore it. She did not feel that threatened. She had already surreptitiously compared her body to that of the other woman and believed that she equaled or surpassed Deborah in every observable way. More importantly, she was confident that her husband could not be peeled away from her so easily. Abby and Daniel had a very exciting sex life and she did not think he could be tempted by another woman.

That was until she glanced up at just the right time and saw the hunger in Daniel’s eyes as they followed Deborah’s jiggling tits and swaying ass. Abby looked over and saw that Deborah had noticed being noticed. The new woman and Daniel exchanged a look. Abby’s heart leaped and her throat closed.

Daniel averted his gaze when he saw her watching but the glint in his eye was something that Abby knew well. She looked back at Deborah and saw the woman now looking at her. The speculative look in Deborah’s eye caught Abby by surprise. The brunette’s gaze roamed over Abby’s body. Then Deborah walked over to Daniel and Abby, smiling brightly.

“Hello,” Deborah said. “I’m Deborah Jacobs. I think I’m your new neighbor.”

Daniel and then Abby shook Deborah’s hand. Deborah squeezed Abby’s hand a bit harder than needed.

“I’m Abby Piper.”

“I’m Daniel Marks.”

Deborah nodded. She looked down to see the wedding rings on the couple’s fingers, verifying they were married.

“What do you two do for a living?” Deborah asked.

“I’m a free lance editor for webzines,” Daniel explained.

“I do cyber security for one of the big tech companies downtown,” Abby said. She felt uncomfortable talking to this woman. Things were happening a bit too fast and she wanted time to process what she had just seen pass between Daniel and Deborah.

“Oh? Those jobs sound really interesting.”

“What do you do?” Abby asked. She was genuinely interested. In some part of her mind, she needed to gather information on a woman who her primitive instincts were telling her was a rival.

“I’m retired now,” Deborah said. “I used to be a model. I got married then divorced and the settlement was generous enough that I’m comfortable without having to work. But I’ll probably get back into modeling soon and I may go back to school. I’m only 29 and I think I need to do more to keep busy. But I’m going to relax for the next year or so until I make up my mind.”

“I’m sure that’s a nice problem to have,” Abby smiled. It seemed that almost everything on the neighborhood grapevine about this woman was true. That was unusual. “I’m 29 too and I’d love to retire right now! I’d probably spend a lot of time traveling.”

“I still may. I’m just giving myself some time to figure things out.” Deborah turned to Daniel. “So, Daniel, do you work downtown too?”

“No, I mostly work from home. Being freelance gives me that option.”

Deborah nodded. Abby was sure she saw the gears in the woman’s head turning.

“Well, if you ever need a coffee, I’ll be right next door,” the brunette chirped. Abby’s hackles went up but she managed to keep her temper in check.

The conversation went on for another few minutes before Abby and Daniel excused themselves. They had a dinner with friends that evening and they needed to prepare.

As they walked away, hand in hand, Abby glanced back. Deborah was watching them both, her green eyes hooded, something unfathomable playing on her gorgeous face. She raised her hand in farewell when she saw Abby looking. Abby raised her hand in reply but she felt a shiver of tension run through her body. She could tell this woman was after Daniel and she knew, already, that she had a fight on her hands.

“Daniel, I don’t want you ever having a coffee with that woman.”

“What? Are you jealous?” He smiled, pretending not to take her concerns seriously. Abby’s senses were fine-tuned. She could tell that Daniel was intrigued, that he was thinking about taking their neighbor up on her offer.

“Call it jealousy or whatever you want,” Abby replied. “I want this to be clear: I get all the wrong signals from her and I am laying down the law here. I don’t want you alone with her.”

Daniel’s expression turned grim. She could tell there would be an argument. She could not deny that her order was tantamount to admitting she did not trust him. But she was prepared for the argument to come. This was one time she wanted Daniel to be clear on what the rules were.

The argument that they had over the incident was fairly serious, at least for them, and they did not talk to each other much until they finally buried the hatchet with a round of hard, hot sex that night.

It was two weeks later that Abby returned home from work in the late afternoon and found Daniel was not at his desk. She caught him in the upstairs bedroom, looking out the window.

“What are you looking at, honey?” Abby asked innocently, removing her earrings are she walked.

Daniel started, turning to face her with an incredibly guilty and startled look on his face. “Um…”

“What are you looking at?” Abby repeated. She stepped up beside him and looked out.

Deborah was absolutely nude, reclining on her lounge chair, wearing only sun shades and ear buds. She was moving her bare foot in time to whatever music she was playing. Her naked body glistened in the sunlight, indicating she had been in the pool not long before.

“Well, if she is going to put it out there for me to see, I can’t be blamed for looking…,” Daniel murmured, trying to figure out a way to extract his fat from the fire.

Abby’s eyes flashed as she glared at the naked woman in the other yard. She brought her temper under control. “I guess that’s true,” she admitted, her eyes memorizing every detail of the bitch’s incredible body. She suppressed her anger but she knew that Deborah was quickly becoming a major problem that she would need to confront. She just was not sure what to do.

Over the next few months, Abby continued to consider what she could do to protect her marriage from her neighbor and Deborah continued to put herself on display wherever she could. The woman’s nude antics in her backyard were only part of her efforts to seduce the men of the neighborhood. Deborah wore skimpy and provocative clothing wherever she went and seemed to pick up an entourage of men whenever she was out. Rumors began to circulate that Deborah was having affairs with some of the area men. A brutal fist fight between two married men about three months after Deborah’s arrival seemed to confirm that she was spreading chaos and discord. It was not clear that the men were fighting over Deborah but the rumor mill had placed both of them in her company at different times and they had not previously had difficulties with each other.

Abby collected these rumors and speculations. She knew that some of them were probably not true but she had a good instinct for these kind of things. She had been a bit like Deborah when she was younger, using her delicious body and overpowering sex appeal to manipulate people and situations to her advantage. After she had met Daniel she had retired that part of her personality but she recognized when someone else was using the same tactics.

Abby decided to put her expertise to work. She had no reason to believe that Daniel was having coffee or any other contact with Deborah, but her instincts told her she needed to proceed with caution. She secretly set up a series of hidden cameras around their house and yard. She knew that Daniel would – understandably – have been furious if he knew, so she did not tell him. She also directed a camera at Deborah’s backyard. The woman usually seemed to be out socializing during the days but she would, on occasion, spend an afternoon lounging around her pool, usually in the nude.

Abby reviewed the cameras during her lunch break and at the end of the day, programming the video to go directly to signs of movement.

Deborah continued to do things that roiled the neighborhood. As the people living right next door to her, Abby and Daniel had a front row seat to the beautiful woman’s various escapades. One night shortly after she had installed the cameras, Abby was awoken by the sounds of sex coming from Deborah’s backyard. Daniel was sleeping beside her. She went to the bedroom window and looked out. Deborah was naked and vigorously riding a man who was lying flat on his back on the pool deck. The man was naked too. The man looked familiar to Abby but she could not quite place him. His handsome face was contorted with a combination of pleasure and effort. Deborah’s big, firm tits were bouncing exuberantly as she worked her hips and ass, grinding the man’s cock deep in her body. She ran her hands through her chestnut hair, her head thrown back, her beautiful face lit by a predatory smile of satisfaction. The man squeezed and kneaded Deborah’s massive tits. Deborah covered his hands with her own, keeping them on her breasts. The man convulsed and cried out, clearly having reached his climax. Deborah continued to ride him for a time after until she threw back her head and released an agonizing groan. She shuddered, placing her hands on his chest.

Deborah rolled off the man and the two lay on the deck, panting hard. Their sweat-soaked bodies glistened in the light reflecting off the pool. They exchanged whispered words. Abby could not quite make out what they were saying, but she finally placed the man when she heard his voice. He was a teacher at the local school. Abby was certain that he was married. She had met him and his wife at a block party a few years before. Abby did not remember much about them, though she recalled thinking that the wife was very hot.

Abby returned to bed, her mind churning. Now she had unequivocal evidence that Deborah was going after local husbands. Abby was certain that it would not be long before the bitch came after Daniel. In fact, it was kind of amazing she had not already, but Abby felt the other woman was playing some kind of long-game. Abby was certain that Deborah saw Daniel as a challenge, not the least because he was married to a woman whose body and beauty rivaled Deborah’s voluptuousness. Abby knew exactly how women like Deborah thought. She had been one, after all. She could tell that Deborah was trying to establish a territory, like a wild predator. Everything inside that territory belonged to her.
A week later, Abby was again woken up by the sounds of sex coming from her neighbor’s backyard. As before, Daniel remained sleeping. Abby was grateful that he was a deep sleeper.

The sounds were different this time, though they were clearly the cries of a woman in the throes of intense sexual pleasure. Abby looked out of the window and was startled by what she saw.

Deborah was there having sex, of course, but this time the bitch was scissor-locked with a gorgeous, spectacularly-built young woman. The two women were fucking hard, their asses and hips jerking and rippling as they ground into each other, cunt to cunt. Abby could tell immediately that the struggling women were involved in sexual combat. The savage expressions on their faces, the highly aggressive jerking and thrusting of their hips, everything about their body language indicated two women fucking each other down, trying to establish which of them was dominant. This time, Abby recognized the woman with Deborah. She was the wife of the school teacher Deborah had fucked the week before.

Abby was impressed by how good a fight the wronged wife was putting up. She was just as impressed by the woman’s gorgeous body, which matched Deborah’s. However, Abby could tell that the other woman lacked the experience in this form of combat that Deborah clearly had. She was not surprised when the other woman threw back her head and howled out in orgasmic defeat. Deborah laughed and swore at the woman as she fucked the wife onto her back, then mounted her and kept grinding away. As Abby watched, the defeated woman came again and again, tears of anger and humiliation streaking her face as she convulsed in pleasure. Deborah grabbed her opponent by the hair and forced her tongue down the woman’s throat. The chestnut-haired vixen finally shuddered and groaned, her ass pumping hard as she came, ejaculating onto her defeated rival.

Deborah rolled off the other woman, but quickly repositioned herself, straddling her defeated foe’s shoulders and lowering her bare, steaming cunt to the woman’s face. The crying woman licked and sucked at Deborah’s pussy in submission. Deborah grabbed the woman’s hair and rubbed her cunt around and around in the woman’s face, smearing her juices on the woman. The woman’s moans and gasps of humiliation and defeat were hard to listen to, but also oddly stimulating. Abby’s nipples were hard and her pussy was moist as she watched the conclusion of this fuckfight.

Deborah finally climbed off of her defeated rival. She looked down on the other woman, who remained on the pool deck, sobbing and gasping. Deborah examined her opponent’s succulent body, evidently liking what she saw. She smiled viciously, then reached down, grabbed the wife by her thick brown hair, and began dragging the woman across the pool deck. The teacher’s wife screamed and cried out. She grasped at Deborah’s arm, to no effect. Deborah dragged the other woman towards the deck doors leading into the house.

“Come with me, you little fuck,” Deborah growled. “You’re mine now. You’re going to be my fucktoy for the rest of the night and maybe all of the day. I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.”

The naked women disappeared into the house and the deck doors slid shut. Abby listened for a while, but she could not hear anything. Shaking slightly, she returned to bed. Daniel was still sound asleep.

Abby lay flat on her back, thinking about what she had just witnessed. After a while, she reached between her legs and began gently rubbing and caressing her pulsing clit. Her other hand stroked and teased her engorged nipples. She masturbated slowly, carefully, letting the pleasure build. It was some time later before her back arched in pleasure and she barely kept herself from screaming out and waking Daniel.

Abby drifted off to sleep, her gorgeous face sporting a calculating smile.

To be continued:

Bad Neighbor, Part II:

The next morning at work, Abby quickly retreated to her office and locked the door. She searched her home security video files, finding the recording of Deb’s backyard from the night before.

At around 12:45 AM, the video showed the doors to Deborah’s back deck opening and the dark-haired beauty walking through. She was dressed in a short robe, its sash tied. Her long, muscular legs flashed. Her feet were sporting high heel sandals. She was followed closely by the wronged wife. The other woman was dressed very similarly to Deb. Her beautiful face wore a scowl of rage and a touch of something else- maybe excitement? Deborah’s face looked calm, but Abby zeroed in and magnified and she was not surprised by the glint of lust and the savage smirk she saw there. Deb looked like a woman whose plan was proceeding perfectly.

Deb turned to face the other woman. Abby worked the sound file. The recording came through loud and clear.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from my husband, you slut,” the wife rasped, her eyes wild.

“Yes, you did, baby,” Deb cooed, “But I decided to ignore you. Hank has such a nice cock. I love feeling it go right up my pussy. He’s even better in the ass. Does he do that with you, too, or does he just love ass-fucking me?”

The woman snarled and lashed out, slapping Deborah hard in the face. The beautiful model took the blow, staggering back, then returned the slap, whipping the wife’s head to the side. The two beautiful women paused in their hostilities, glaring at each other from about a meter apart, their tits heaving behind their robes, their eyes blazing with fury.
“You fucking diseased cunt,” the wife growled, her fists clenched in rage. “I can’t believe that Hank is fucking a whore like you.”

“But he is, cuntlicker,” Deborah snapped back. “He’s doing it because I’m a much, much better fuck than you are or ever could be. Hank’s told me how you just lie there and get reamed like a dead fish. You must be the most boring fuck in the universe!”

The wife trembled with rage and humiliation. “Dirty whore! That’s what we’re going to find out…which of us is the better fuck!”

“I’m right here, bitch,” Deb sneered. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”

The wife let out a shriek, then threw herself at Deb, who eagerly met the other woman, body to body. The women sank their hands into their enemy’s thick head of hair and began pulling and yanking, screaming and cursing, dragging each other around the pool deck. They quickly lost their shoes and struggled in their bare feet, the slickness of the deck almost causing them to slip. Their robes quickly fell open and Abby saw that both women were naked underneath.

Deb pushed the other woman away. Her chestnut hair was a mess, but she smiled savagely and stripped off her robe, leaving herself completely nude.

“Oh, you fuck!” the other woman cursed. She tore off her robe too and threw herself at Deb again. Deb opened her arms and took the woman, massive tit to tit. Both women cried out on the impact, sounds of pain and pleasure. From the camera angle, Abby could see the women’s thick, juicy tits crush and mash, holding each other in meaty tension. She felt an intense stirring in her clit as she watched the beginning of the erotic confrontation. She imagined what it would feel like, to feel the titmeat of either of these beautiful women squashing against her own thick, taut breasts.

The women wrapped arms around their rival’s naked body and reached up the other’s back to grab hair. Pulling savagely, body locked to body, they staggered around the deck, their bare feet slapping and slipping on the wet surface. Abby wondered if they would fall into the pool. The women did fall to the surface, but their legs immediately locked and twined. Scratching, slapping and punching at each other, they rolled back and forth, their naked bodies straining and writhing, their cries of anger and hatred becoming groans of effort and something more. Their grinding bodies soon began undulating and their pants of effort took on a distinctly sexual tone. Abby felt her nipples grow hard and her pussy wet as she watched the evolving struggle intently.

Cheek to cheek, the women rolled, until Deb succeeded in pinning and holding the other woman down, fingers interlocked, getting her legs inside the other woman’s thighs just enough to spread her legs and prevent their bodies from rolling. Deb raised her head, looked down into her rival’s snarling, sweaty face, and slammed her mouth down onto the other woman’s mouth. The wife kissed back ferociously, soon making it clear that Deb was not going to easily dominate this sexual battle.

The women’s lower bodies undulated like mating serpents, Deb’s ass starting to hump rhythmically as she began to lay into the woman beneath her with her cunt. The woman freed her hands from Deb’s grip and reached down to grab the homewrecking slut’s rippling ass, sinking her fingers into the strong muscle. Her legs twined and locked with Deb’s and her body moved with that of the attacking woman, clearly keeping their pussies and their clits glued together.

The women thrust at each other. They broke their kiss and their pants and moans filled the night as they fucked each other tortuously, each woman trying to push the other over the edge first. It went on and on, neither woman giving in, both fucking with all their strength. Abby was amazed. Despite Deb’s dominant position, the voluptuous model was having real problems fucking her opponent down. The wife was a much better fuck machine than Abby had realized.

After more than 20 minutes, the women went stiff in each other’s arms. Crying out in unison, their bodies quaked and writhed sinuously as they shared what looked like a multi-orgasmic climax. They screamed out, neither women trying to stifle their cries of erotic joy. Abby wondered that she had managed to sleep through all this noise.

For almost five minutes after their shared climax, the beautiful women lay in each other’s arms, their lush bodies tangled together, their long, thick hair twisted in knots.

Deborah finally rolled off of her opponent and the women lay side by side, their evenly matched bodies gleaming in the lights reflecting off the pool and the deck.

They turned their gorgeous faces to each other and whispered things that Abby’s mikes could not pick up. Then, Deborah sat up and got to her knees, looking down at the other woman.

“That was only round one, you fucking bitch,” the model snarled.

Before the other woman could get up, Deborah climbed over her opponent, her dripping pussy directly over the other woman’s face, her own face positioned over the woman’s red, bare cunt. The woman wrapped her arms around Deb’s hips, spread her hands on the model’s perfect ass, and raised her head to bury her face into Deb’s succulent cunt. Deb reciprocated, her face plunging into the wrong wife’s crotch, her thick mass of hair covering the woman’s inner thighs as she sucked and ate her rival’s cunt with wild abandon.

The wife’s muscular, sweaty thighs locked around Deb’s head and the woman rolled their bodies onto their sides. The women devoured each other lustily, eating from a position of equality. Abby wasn’t sure which of the two sexual warriors starting fingering first, but soon they were both vigorously pumping and stroking their enemy’s twat with their fingers even as their tongues and mouths worked the other’s delicious cunt. Fingers soon went up assholes and the groaning, grunting women rolled back and forth on the deck, getting dangerously close to the edge of the pool.

At some point, the women starting cumming in each other’s face, but they continued their mutual assault. After more than a half hour, the fuckfighting beauties finally released each other and rolled apart. Panting, gasping, their faces and chests covered in cum, they sprawled on the deck, trying to regain their strength.

Again, Abby found herself appreciating the power and skill of the wronged wife. The woman was no pushover. Abby remembered that she had been awakened at around 2 AM, in time to see the end of the battle. That meant that it had lasted for more than an hour, maybe even 90 minutes, before Deborah was able to triumph over her opponent.

“Enough, you fucking cunt,” Deborah snarled. She sat up on her ass and spread her legs wide, offering her dripping cunt to the other woman. “It’s time to settle this, woman to woman. Your cunt, your clit, against mine, right now!”

The wife sat up and mirrored Deb’s position. “Gladly, you fucking whore!” she snapped. “I’m going to fuck your brains out of your ass!”

“Try it, fucker!” Deborah snarled.

The women slammed together, wet, juicy cunts slapping and merging. Their screams and grunts grew louder and harsher, their hips and asses worked feverishly. The women’s big tits bounced ferociously, jerking in time to their thrusting hips. They pounded mercilessly, fucking and fucking, reaching out to squeeze and slap the other’s tits from time to time.

The fuckfight raged on. At some point, Abby recognized the images she had witnessed from her bedroom window. As she watched, the video caught up to her memories and she watched Deborah finally succeed in fucking down and dominating her beautiful rival. Abby watched until the dark-haired model dragged the other woman into the house and closed the deck doors.

Abby sat back, her body tense, her libido hot and rising. Her thong was wet. She would have to fuck Daniel’s dick off tonight, to relieve the pressure in her pussy and her tits.
Throughout the rest of the workday, Abby checked her hidden cameras when she could. It was late in the afternoon, just before she left for home, that she saw her cameras had recorded the wronged wife leaving Deb’s house. The sadistic bitch really had kept her rival as her sextoy for the entire night and much of the day.

The woman was dressed in a blouse and mini-skirt and high heels. Her hair was up in a tight bun. Her body really was remarkable, a fact announced by her gently bouncing tits and her swaying hips. Even so, Abby could detect the air of defeat and humiliation around the woman, especially in the set of her jaw. She was wearing dark shades, but Abby could tell her eyes were puffy from crying. She climbed into a Mercedes convertible parked just across the street from Deb’s house and drove off. Abby did a bit of video manipulation and managed to read the license plate. After that, it did not take her long to get the name and address associated with the car. The woman’s name was Lauren Storner. She had been married to her husband, Hank Masselini, for five years.

Before she left for home, Abby altered the computer program she was using to search her videos. She used an AI interface to input pictures of Deb then trained the video to look for the woman. If Deb approached Abby’s house, the security program would now immediately send Abby an alert on her phone. Abby did a bit of remote work on the security system at her home, as a further precaution.

As she commuted back to the suburban home she shared with Daniel, Abby thought about her next moves. She suspected that Deborah was coming for her marriage to Daniel very soon. Abby had the sense that they were in some kind of endgame and she had not even known they were playing. The more she thought about it the more certain she was that Deb was targeting women, not men. Men were the tool that she used to get at their wives. Abby had no real evidence for this, just a gut feeling. But her instincts were telling her that the reason Deborah had gone after the teacher was precisely because his wife was hot and beautiful and, evidently, willing to take on Deborah in a sex fight for her man. Most women would not do that. Abby decided she needed to talk to the defeated wife to confirm her suspicions.

A bit of internet sleuthing turned up where Lauren Storner worked and her position. Abby was not surprised to see that the woman was a Vice President in a large marketing firm. It made sense that she had the more lucrative income in her household. It also seemed she might be a corporate shark, something that also fit into the profile of Deborah that Abby was building.

Abby decided to wait a while. Now that Deborah had Lauren and her husband where she wanted them, Abby suspected the woman intended to play with her new toys. That took a bit of the pressure off of her stalking of Daniel. Abby wanted to give Deb a bit of time so she could learn more about the woman’s techniques.

A week later, she sent an email to Lauren:

“Dear Ms. Storner. I am the neighbor of Deborah Jacobs, Abby Piper. I saw what you and she were doing on her pool deck a week ago. I know what time you left the house the next day. I’d like to meet to discuss this situation with you. This is not a blackmail attempt. I think we may have mutual interests.”

Abby typed “Business meeting to discuss your activities last week” into the subject line. She did not want her email ignored or automatically deleted. When the woman read the text of the message, she would be reassured.

It was only a few minutes later that Abby received a response.

“I am willing to meet with you tomorrow at 2 PM at Leon’s Café, located at 454 King Street. Please confirm.”

Abby confirmed the message, then looked up the location. It was about a 20 minute commute from where she was. No problem.

The following day, Abby arrived at Leon’s a bit early. The café was upscale, likely to be quiet at this time of day, and unlikely to have people either of them would know. She had compiled a file on Lauren Storner, complete with some rather revealing pictures that had made their way onto the internet when the woman was in her late teens. Abby assumed the other woman was doing research on her too, but Abby was careful about keeping her own online presence secure and few people had her skills when it came to digging up information. When she was younger, she had done a stint working as a computer research specialist for a private detective agency. It was what had led to her present position in cybersecurity.

Abby ordered a hot chocolate and sat in the back of the café, in a booth, and watched the door. Her phone was hacked into the café’s security system, so she also saw what was happening in and around the building. It paid to be careful.

At 2 PM precisely, Lauren Storner walked into the café. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, especially when made up for work. Abby recognized her from the photos and from what she had seen of the woman in the dark a few nights earlier, but seeing her now also brought back the memory of when she had first met Lauren at the block party. The woman had been wearing a loose blouse that still hinted enticingly at what lay beneath. This time, she was dressed in a white blouse, a dark business suit and a tight, mid-thigh skirt that traced her wide, womanly hips and emphasized her perfect ass. Her brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders. The woman’s appearance was that of a consummate professional, yet also contained more than a hint of sexual allure.

Abby waved her hand. Lauren spotted her and headed across the room, sliding into the bench seat across from Abby. The woman’s brown eyes were wary and her expression guarded and even a bit hostile. Abby understood that completely. Lauren really did not know what she wanted and the entire situation in which she found herself was embarrassing and humiliating. Despite the assurance that this was not a blackmail attempt, that could have been a lie.

Abby smiled at Lauren, trying to put her at ease. The other woman’s eyes swept over Abby, appraising. Abby was wearing slacks and a sweater, tight enough to reveal the heavy weight of the load on her chest.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Lauren said after a moment.

“Yes, a few years ago, at one of the block parties.”

“I remember. We moved a few blocks over the next year. That’s why I have not been back to those parties.”

The women sat for a moment more, staring at each other, both appreciating the beauty of the other woman, but well aware of the awkwardness of the situation. Abby decided to break the tension.

“I want to reiterate that this is not a blackmail situation. I’m not interested in shaking you down. I really just want information from you. I am pretty sure that Deborah Jacobs is a threat to me too, and I want to deal with her before she can act on that threat.”

Lauren looked at Abby carefully. “How did you know who I am? How did you find me?”

Abby paused, then decided to come clean. “I was woken up the night you and Deborah had your fight on her pool deck. I had a clear view from my bedroom window.” She hesitated, then continued. “I have cameras trained on Deborah’s house. I recorded your fight and your leaving the next day.”

The woman across from her inhaled sharply. “I want you to destroy that video,” she whispered harshly, her eyes blazing with anger and fear.

Abby nodded. She had expected this. “I understand. You have my promise that I will destroy the video.” In fact, Abby planned to keep it, but just for her personal use. The video was too erotically stimulating to just destroy. No one else needed to know it existed, even Daniel.

The other woman looked unconvinced, but she realized the weakness of her position. She sat back and deflated a bit.

“What do you want to know?”

“When did this start?”

Lauren took a deep breath. “About two months ago, Hank began acting strangely. I did not really pick up on it at first – I was too preoccupied with things at work, so it’s only in looking back that I can kind of pin it down. He and I had met that bitch at an art event downtown. I was there representing my company, she was there just because she was interested, I guess. According to Hank, she called him out of the blue a few days later and made some kind of pass at him. Anyway, he met her for coffee. According to her, she fucked him that same day and she’s been fucking him ever since. I only realized what was happening about two weeks ago. She called me herself.”

Abby raised her eyebrow. “She called you herself? She wanted you to know?”

“Yeah,” Lauren nodded, her eyes flashing with rage. “She was totally brazen about it. Said that she was fucking Hank whenever she wanted to and it was time for us to meet and decide who gets him. I was blown away. At first, I did not realize what she meant, then she spelled it out for me.”

“A sexfight?” Abby said quietly.

Lauren looked at her defiantly. “Yes. Believe it or not, I’ve done it before. Corporate competition can be cutthroat. Sometimes, women executives settle disagreements between each other… in more intimate ways.”

Abby nodded. “Go on.”

“I thought to myself that I had experience so maybe I had a chance. I decided not to tell Hank that I knew. I figured I could settle the issue myself then I would deal with him. It did not work out that way.”

“What does she want now?”

Lauren turned red. “She wants me and Hank at her beck and call. She wants us both as her sex playthings. She can have Hank whenever she wants. He’s completely wrapped around her finger. But she wants me too. I think she enjoys humiliating me.”

“Has she come by to see you since the fight a week ago?”

“Yes. She spent the night at our house three evenings ago, until midnight. Fucking both of us, making us do things for her.”

“How much time did she spend with you, rather than your husband?”

Lauren looked directly at Abby. “A lot of time. Most of it, in fact. She had Hank serve as a kind of audience to the things she wanted to do with me.” The woman turned redder. “The things she wanted me to do to her.”

“Is there any chance that she was at that art gallery show specifically to run into you?”

Lauren looked puzzled. “Well, it was known that my company was sponsoring the event. I think that my name was on the program. Because I was representing my firm, I made some welcoming remarks. That would have been online.” Her eyes widened. “You think she was stalking me?”

“I think it’s very possible. I am working out a profile for this woman. I need to do some more investigation. I think that she certainly does enjoy having affairs with married men and taking things away from other women. But I also think that she has a type of woman that she wants, too. You’re very beautiful and voluptuous. You’re also a woman who has experience with sexfighting. I think she was attracted to you and that she really gets a powerful sexual thrill out of dominating other women. Maybe she saw you at some point and decided you were going to be her target.”

Just then, Abby’s phone pinged. “Excuse me,” she said to Lauren, who looked stunned as she digested this news.

Abby pulled out her phone and activated her security app. She pulled up the camera targeted at her home’s front door from the inside. The picture showed Daniel standing in the door, talking to Deborah. The woman was holding a bottle of wine. She was dressed in a tight, cleavage-baring halter top. Her torso was spectacularly bare and beautiful, all the way down to the tight low-rise jeans that stretched dangerously low on her hips. Abby frowned then hit a button on the phone. The house security alarms started blaring.

Daniel jumped, startled, and rushed to the security panel beside the door. Deborah looked around, surprised at what was happening. The two shouted at each other as Daniel tried to turn off the alarm. Abby made sure he could not. After a minute or two, Deborah grew impatient. She stepped back from the door. Abby shut off the alarm. Deborah stepped forward, back across the threshold. Abby activated the alarm again.

Daniel was looking around suspiciously, at this point. He knew how good Abby was with computers and security systems. He frowned angrily, but whatever he said to Deborah made her turn and leave. The alarm shut down. Daniel glared around the room. Abby smiled viciously and shut down the app. She turned her attention back to Lauren, who had been lost in thought.

“Sorry. A problem at home. I think it’s been solved, for the moment.”

Lauren nodded. “What is your interest in this? Has she come after you? You’re a very beautiful woman. From what I can see, you’ve got a lot going on.” She nodded towards Abby’s tight sweater. “You seem like you’d be her type, too.”

“I’m sure I am. I know she is stalking my husband. I plan to cut her off at the pass. But first, I want to understand how she works, how she thinks. In these kinds of games, it’s best to have the advantage of better strategic information.”

“You sound experienced at this kind of thing yourself.”

Abby smiled darkly. “Yeah, I am. I think that bitch can sense it. It’s like her form of ‘gaydar.’ I want to make sure I come for her before she comes for me.”

Lauren nodded. She averted her gaze, but Abby saw something, something she was not surprised to see.

“You like it, don’t you?” the redhead asked, her voice a low murmur. Her green eyes glinted with a flash of something dark.

“NO!” Lauren almost shouted, sitting bolt upright like she had been slapped. She looked around and lowered her voice. “No, I hate it. I hate being humiliated, I hate what she is doing to me and my husband. She treats us like things, she uses our bodies – she uses MY body and then just throws me away, like a piece of meat. She cums all over me, she makes me lick her and suck her…She just loves degrading me!” The woman was crying. “How can you say that? How can you ask me that question?”

“I know, I know,” Abby cooed, patting the other woman’s hand gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just had to figure out what’s going on.” Abby paused, then squeezed the other woman’s hand. “Come on, let’s clean you up.”

Lauren let herself be led to the washroom, one of three in the back of the shop. It was off-hours, so the café was relatively quiet and all three washrooms were unoccupied. Abby ushered the woman into the farthest room and closed and locked the door.

The space was quite large and clean, a pleasant floral scent in the air. The washroom was set up with a fold-out baby-diaper changing station. Lauren went to the mirror and ran the water to wash her face. Abby helped the brunette out of her jacket, placed it on the baby change station, and massaged the woman’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…” Abby murmured.

Lauren gripped Abby’s hand on her shoulder. “It’s just so humiliating…that whore, that fucking bitch, doing things to me, making me do things to her, making my husband watch…and Hank, that cheating fuck! I just want to fuck her up so badly!”

Lauren said this last with venom, the raw hatred in her voice sending a thrill down Abby’s spine.

“Good,” the redhead smiled. “That’s what I want to hear. Don’t stay beaten – get mad!”

“That cunt!” Lauren snarled. “That fucking, fucking cunt…” Her eyes blazed with passion and raw hatred.

Abby and Lauren’s eyes met in the mirror. For the first time, the brunette seemed to have fire. Abby’s green eyes locked with Lauren’s brown. The heat of passion passed between the two women. In an instant, Lauren’s fire became something else, something more. Abby felt her clit swell, her heart began to beat faster, her thick nipples tightened. She could feel the heat in Lauren’s body changing, growing, feeding what was happening inside of her. Abby remembered the delicious eroticism of Lauren’s fuckfight with Deborah. She smiled into the mirror, hungry, ravenous. Lauren smiled back, the brunette’s expression one of wanton need.

Abby held Lauren’s gaze and slowly, carefully, pulled back the collar of Lauren’s blouse and kissed her neck, biting it gently. Lauren closed her eyes and moaned, shuddering all the way through her body. Abby reached under Lauren’s arms and around her body. She unbuttoned the woman’s blouse, then slipped her hands onto Lauren’s chest, palming the woman’s heavy, throbbing tits, and squeezed gently, thumbing the nipples. She felt the brunette shudder again and sensed her growing weak in her knees. With one hand, Abby pulled Lauren’s silk bra down her breasts so that it bunched under her tits, leaving the massive mammaries bare but pushed up. Abby loosened Lauren’s skirt then slid one hand down the woman’s taut belly and onto her crotch, cupping Lauren’s pussy through her matching silk thong. She stroked it teasingly, running her finger over the outlines of the brunette’s fuck slit, eliciting another moan from the woman.

“Oh yes, oh fucking God, yes,” Lauren whispered, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her lovely mouth curled between a smile and a gasp.

Abby turned the other woman around. Carefully, she removed Lauren’s white blouse and threw it onto the change table. She reached around Lauren’s back and unclipped the woman’s bra. The brunette’s heavy tits fell and bounced, then stood proudly, not needing support. Lauren reached down and pulled at Abby’s sweater. Abby raised her arms and the woman pulled her sweater off over Abby’s head, tossing it onto her blouse. Lauren unclipped Abby’s bra.

For a moment, the two gorgeous women looked at each other’s topless beauty, drinking in the spectacular pair of bountiful tits on the other. Abby reached out and palmed and weighed Lauren’s beautiful tits, kneading the taut flesh, running her thumbs over the woman’s rock-hard nipples.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Lauren gasped. She seized Abby’s tits and squeezed hard. In a burst of furious lust, she pushed Abby’s arms aside, wrapped her arms around the redhead’s waist, and pulled their lush bodies together. Their massive glands crushed and squashed, hot, hard nipples stabbing and driving into sensitive titflesh. Abby shifted her mammary glands and brought her nipples head to head with Lauren’s matching pair. The women cried out as the shock of pleasure seared their bodies. Their bare bellies slapped together.

The women’s mouths snapped tight, their strong tongues plunged into the other’s mouth, twisting and pushing. Abby shoved Lauren up against the wall, crushing their bodies even harder, but Lauren pushed back and reversed the position, crushing Abby’s lush form in turn. Abby smiled inside. This was what she wanted. She wanted this woman to feel powerful again, to regain some of her womanly confidence. For now, however, she intended to just enjoy fucking this beautiful bitch’s brains out.

As they wriggled and rubbed their bodies against the wall, Abby pushed Lauren’s loosened skirt down her hips. The clothing fell at the woman’s feet, and she kicked it aside. Lauren’s hands had undone the front button of Abby’s slacks and she succeeded in pulling them open. Her hand slid down Abby’s taut belly and plunged into Abby’s thong. Lauren cupped and fondled the redhead’s bare-shaven twat. Abby immediately reciprocated. The women’s fingers slid into their counterpart, penetrating their wet, throbbing pussies, stroking and caressing sopping labia, teasing twitching clits. Abby groaned and pulled Lauren to her tightly with her free arm as raw pleasure radiated through her body from her pulsing clit. Lauren cried out and bit Abby on the shoulder as her body quaked from the redhead’s expert finger fucking. Abby bit back, gently sucking the other woman’s neck.

Panting, moaning, kissing passionately, the redhead and brunette fingerfucked expertly, slowly and deliciously working their partner into a frenzy of lust. Ten, fifteen minutes passed as they teased and stroked and caressed, until their rock hard clits swelled so hard and thick, until their sex horns were so overstimulated that they felt like they filled the women’s bodies to bursting. Abby and Lauren came together, their beautiful pussies ejaculating in tandem, soaking their hands, hot cum flowing down their smooth, hot inner thighs. They kissed desperately, swallowing each other’s screams of pleasure.

For several minutes, Abby and Lauren held each other, their sweaty bodies dripping, their cum-soaked hands buried in their throbbing cunts. They panted, feeling the weight of their tits moving and quivering as one. They rested cheek to cheek, their chins on the other’s shoulder.

Finally, the women pulled back and stared into each other, eye to eye.

“I want to go somewhere and fuck your brains out,” Lauren whispered to Abby. “That wasn’t enough. That wasn’t nearly enough.”

“Good,” Abby murmured. “There’s a hotel down the street, it’s expensive, but it’s the closest…”

“Let’s go,” Lauren insisted.

Abby replied by pulling the other woman into a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss. It was a few more minutes before they could peel apart. The women cleaned themselves off, put their wet thongs into their bags, and tidied up as best as they could. They left the washroom together, paid their bills, then walked down the street to the hotel.

As the door to their room closed behind them, Lauren threw herself onto Abby, who gratefully received her. As they fell on the bed, tearing each other’s clothes off, Abby had a brief thought. So far, everything was working out even better than she had hoped. Then, she shut off her mind and set about enjoying the delicious body of the woman in her arms.

Hours later, Abby and Lauren lay twined together, their equally gorgeous bodies soaked in sweat and cum, their long hair tangled. Abby had just gotten off her phone with Daniel, letting him know that she would be late getting home. Lauren did not bother calling Hank. Her attitude was to let her ungrateful, cheating husband stew in his own juices. If he worried about her, that was all for the better. It was about 5:30 PM. Abby was not surprised when Lauren’s phone began ringing around that time, but the brunette just shut if off without answering.

Abby propped her head on her arms and ran her free hand down Lauren’s luscious body, stroking and caressing, exploring every luscious curve. The brunette smiled as she lay back and enjoyed it.

“Thanks,” Lauren whispered. “That was so good. That was so, so fucking good. It was just what I needed.”

“You’re a great fuck,” Abby murmured, lowering her head to lick and suck at Lauren’s quivering, massive tit. “I love eating your pussy. You are delicious.”

“What do we do now?” Lauren asked, turning serious.

Abby lay back on the bed, her hand on Lauren’s thigh. Their legs were overlapping and the redhead pushed closer to the other woman, to bring their bodies more into contact. She knew that reinforcing their bond of intimacy was necessary to keep the other woman on-board with her plan.

“When do you think Deborah will pay another visit to you and your husband?”

“Sometime soon. Probably tomorrow or the day after.”

“OK. Here’s what I want you to do. Fight back.”

“What?” Lauren turned her body to look at Abby. “I lost. I can’t just fight the whore.”

“You lost once. Who is going to enforce the rules, her? I just want you to tire her out, make her know that she has been in a fight. Even if you can’t win, it helps to wear her down.”

Lauren looked thoughtful. “And then you will go after her the next day?”

“Yes, that’s my idea.”

The brunette nodded. “You don’t mind that you won’t be getting her at her best?”

Abby shook her head. “It’s that bitch who is playing that game. I don’t have anything to prove to her. I’m just in it to win, and to win on her terms. If that means trying to rig the game a bit, I’m willing to do it. She’s the one coming after me, so I’m not obligated to play by her rules.”

“OK. I’ll give that cunt a run for her money the next time she comes by.”

Abby smiled. “Good.” She reached out and stroked Lauren’s breast gently, cupping and squeezing the dense flesh. She smiled wider as the thick nipple tightened and hardened into a fleshy spike. Lauren was amazingly responsive and Abby loved it.

“In the meantime,” Abby purred, “Let’s spend a bit more time getting to know each other.”

“Oh yes,” Lauren moaned. She rolled onto Abby, her lush body eclipsing the equally voluptuous body beneath her, pushing the redhead into the mattress. “Oh God, yes.”

The women’s mouths locked and Abby spread her legs wide, eagerly inviting her new found partner into the depths of her womanhood. As their fuck lips kissed just as vigorously as their upper lips, the redhead smiled inside. Her plan just might work.

To be continued: