I took delight in the plight of my neighbour Alex. Her marriage had collapsed, and the pretentious b
I took delight in the plight of my neighbour Alex. Her marriage had collapsed, and the pretentious bitches house had been foreclosed on. I almost did a happy dance as the bank seized her home. I said she could stay with us for the night. I chuckled. “Yeah Alex”, I thought, “you can spend the night looking at my amazing house, watching me kiss my perfect husband, and wish even more than you already do that you were me”“How can I ever repay you guys?”, she asked, sitting between my husband and I on the couch.“You can give me a foot massage”, I quipped.She turned at stared at me. “I’ll paper scissors rock you for it”, she offered. “You win I’ll massage your feet. I win…..HE gives me a shoulder massage”.I could have slapped her. But I accepted. If I lost, big deal, she’d get my husband’s hands on her shoulders for a bit before she was out on her ass. But if I won, her embarrassment at being evicted from her home would be joined by the humiliation of having to pamper my feet.I glared at the victorious bitch as she turned her back to my husband. Her turned, allowing her into his lap, his hands sliding under the strap of her dress. “Mmmm”, she purred, stretching out, her feet resting in my lap. I watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying my husband’s strong, soothing hands. She pawed playfully at my hands with her foot. I was lost in the scene, and before I knew it, my hands were wrapping around her foot.Before long, her feet were in my face. I found myself inexplicably kissing them. My husband’s hands were all over her now, and he was kissing her neck. I didn’t care. I wanted more of that heavenly foot.Finally, the foot left my face, and I watched on as Alex escorted my husband to the stairs, up to my bedroom. I laid on the couch. What the fuck had happened?In the morning I took a shower, emerging from the bathroom in my bra. When Alex came down stairs, I’d slap the bitch silly. And there she was. On my bar stool. In my lingerie. The satisfied look of a victorious woman. A woman who’d just spent the night in bed with her hated rivals man.I couldn’t explain my actions any more than I could stop them. I slowly walked to her. Kneeling. I took that silky soft, perfect foot in the palm of my hand a lowered my lips, planting a long, loving kiss on top of it.“Well, this seems fair”, she giggled. “I get your man and your house, and you get to date my foot. Deal?”Deal, Miss Alex -- source link