"You bitch, you fucking, dirty, cheating bitch."
"What? What are you on about?"
"You know full well what I'm on about."
"Look quieten down and come in," Amanda said looking past the distraught, slim blonde woman screaming at her from the front door of her terraced town house. She saw the Mini with two wheels on the pavement, the door open and the engine still running.
"Don't fuckingwell tell me what to do you sodding cow."
"Fiona, I have no idea what you are on about, so why not sort out your car and come in and have a cup of tea?"
"Tea, you're fucking my husband and you offer me tea!"
Amanda eventually persuaded Fiona to move the car and come inside.
They had known each other for three or four years having been neighbours until almost a year ago, when Fiona and David had moved to a large rambling house a few miles into the country from the Essex suburb where the townhouses were located. David's business had boomed and he was making big money, hence the move.
Fiona and David had been very helpful when Amanda bought and moved into the town house adjacent to theirs. Her divorce from her husband of fifteen years had just come through and, although she had learned how to do things around a property, she had didn't have a man to help her and so David was extremely useful as she sorted the place out. Fiona was equally helpful as Amanda settled in and the three of them became firm friends.
Both in their late thirties, the girls had lots in common including having no children, but were different in many ways. Amanda was a career woman. She had a high powered job in a medium sized advertising agency, whereas Fiona didn't seem to work at all and looked after David's every need. When younger, she had been a moderately successful actress, having bit parts in a few soaps and doing quite a lot of repertory theatre work and a model, mainly for catalogues, but also for some TV ads. And a little 'glamour' stuff. She was still registered as an actress and model and did go on the occasional audition or reading.
They were very different physically. Fiona was blonde, Amanda had chestnut coloured hair that she wore long, tumbling down onto her shoulders; Fiona's was cut short in a bob with a long wave at the front, which continually fell down over her stunningly blue eyes. Amanda had a rounded figure with full D cup breasts and a curvaceous body. Fiona was taller and slimmer with a 'fashion model's' figure; long, long legs, flat tummy, a slim body, pert, at most, B cup boobs and an amazing bum, which was beautifully round, tight and shapely, a real head turner in tight jeans, which she wore frequently.
As Fiona moved the car so Amanda had to think quickly, she would have liked to phone David, but there wasn't time. She made the tea and, just as Fiona came back in shutting the front door behind, she lit a cigarette.
"Can I have one of those?" Fiona asked, surprising the other woman who didn't know she smoked; not that Amanda did much, mainly feeling the urge after dinner or sex.
"Of course."
They sipped their tea and smoked their Marlboro Lights.
"I know you've been seeing him you know," Fiona said looking at Amanda.
"What are you saying?"
"I know."
"What you mean you know?"
"I just know it's you."
"What's me?"
"The bitch David has been fucking, it's you."
Amanda was thinking furiously trying to work out the best way to handle this. She had a quick mind and was brighter than Fiona, who was very much a girly woman and not too shrewd, but she was finding difficulty in working out the best way.
"Why do you think he's been with anyone."
"I know, wives just know that sort of thing."
"Yeah tell me about it," Amanda said thinking back to her wreck of marriage, which had failed due to both of them screwing around.
"And I know it's you, you bitch and I thought we were friends."
*
"You know I have always fancied you," David said as he broke the kiss with Amanda and, lifted up the hem of the black, cashmere sweater she was wearing. He pulled the sweater over her right breast and kissed it through the black silk and lace of her delicate bra. He sucked on her already swollen nipple and let his hand fall onto her upper thigh in the tight, white jeans. "And I know you've always fancied me as well, haven't you?"
Amanda didn't reply, there was no need for what he was saying was true. She had fancied David almost from the moment they had met when she moved into the house next to his and Fiona's. He was her type of man. Quick witted, bright, vibrant, with a great way with words, a self deprecating sense of humour and bags of get up and go and drive. He was the type that got things done and made things happen, no wonder, Amanda often thought, his business was successful. She often also thought how the hell he and Fiona went together, concluding that she was the sort of trophy wife men like David seemed to collect. Beautiful airheads to marry and women like me to fuck, she thought as he eased her breast out of the bra and sucked greedily on nipple.
"That's as maybe, but that doesn't mean I am going to sleep with you," she replied, pushing him away and wiggling her bra back in place.
"Why not?"
They were in the kitchen of Amanda's house on a Saturday morning. He'd turned up unexpectedly and she'd made some tea. As they finished that he had kissed her. It wasn't the first time they had been alone together. He had seen her at a bus stop outside Buckhurst Hill Central Line station one evening a few weeks ago and had given her a lift home. They'd chatted and stayed in his car outside her house for quite some time with the main topic being how unhappy he was at home and with Fiona. That was a subject they had often discussed when they were neighbours and he would pop in. Several times he had tried it on in visits like that and whenever they went to parties or functions he monopolised her on the dance floor, occasionally getting an erection as they danced and doing nothing to hide it, in fact he exaggerated it by pressing himself hard against her.
At first Amanda hadn't liked it, but she was flattered and got used to him and his ways. She even flirted back. Often Fiona was around, but she didn't seem to mind or, maybe she didn't notice or, possibly didn't care, Amanda thought. They had first kissed at another neighbour's party and had repeated that a couple of times at other functions, but she hadn't let him go any further. It was harmless she thought, just harmless, albeit a little naughty, fun.
After David and Fiona moved, she didn't see either of them for a while, although she spoke to Fiona on the phone two or three times a week. The next time they met was at a tennis club dance and, as usual Amanda and David danced together several times. Nearing the end of the evening he kissed her neck. She didn't pull away, it felt nice.
"Come on," he'd said grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door as a dance finished.
Hardly before she knew it they were outside in the dark. They were both a little pissed and it took no time at all for him to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply his tongue plunging quickly between her willingly opened lips. His hand found her breasts in the thin, low cut top and he squeezed the full flesh and pinched the erect nipples.
"No David, no," she gasped with little conviction as he put his hand on her leg just beneath the hem of her, rather short for a mid thirties woman, skirt.
"He kissed her harder and pressed his erection more firmly into her stomach.
"God you are a sexy bitch Mands," he groaned sliding his hand upwards on the outside and slightly towards the back of her left leg.
"David no," she groaned as she felt his hand on her bare bottom.
"Fuck you got no knickers on?"
"No it's s a thong."
