dothebackscuttle: She’s done. I was regretting going off at my neighbour. “Flirt with my husband aga
dothebackscuttle: She’s done. I was regretting going off at my neighbour. “Flirt with my husband again, bitch, and I’m going to rip your hair out”.Now here I was, on the bed in my guest room, my ass having been kicked by her. I was defeated, crushed, intimidated, afraid, and completely broken both physically and mentally.She grinned, looking out the window as my husband’s car pulled up on the drive. She looked down at me.“Hubby’s home”, she smirked. “Let’s go over it one more time. What are you going to do when he comes in?”I groaned. This was the 8th time she’d have me repeat our new agreement.“I’m going to take you downstairs, and I’m going to tell him that I’ve fantasised for years about you and him sleeping together. I’m going to ask him to make that fantasy a reality tonight.”“Mmhm”, she said. “And then?”I closed my eyes, unable to look at her grinning down on me. “Then I’m going to leave you with him. I’m going to go next door to your place. I’m going to mop your floors, rearrange your closet, do your laundry, clean your kitchen and wash your windows.”“Good. And tomorrow?”“I’ll come back and make the two of you breakfast in bed. I’ll thank you for sleeping with my husband, and tell you that my bedroom is yours any time you want it. I’ll make it clear that my husband is yours any time you want him.”I held out hope that my husband would refuse. But I saw his eyes light up when I told him of my ‘fantasy’. His eyes went to her. Their first kiss was intense. Passionate. They wanted each other badly. She wasted no time showing me to my own front door.“You know he’s going to leave you for me now, right?”, she teased.I nodded.“Good. Have fun scrubbing my floors while I’m blowing your husband’s mind, bitch”, she giggled, slamming the door in my face. -- source link