*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*
(Two husbands, two wives, one male neighbor -- someone is getting revenge)
*I don't want people to go 'Hey, a revenge story' and turning away*
(Blackmail, revenge, cheating, anal, cunnilingus, blowjob, older women, younger woman, lesbian, ffm)
(Loving Wives, or Mature Section?)
(WELL-TROD GROUND BUT HOPEFULLY WITH SOME TWISTS)
[PRELUDE]
A former neighbor of mine, Jay, caught up with me coming out of my weekly visit to work -- I mostly telecommute. It seems he went to rehab, was in the middle of his Twelve Step program and he was making amends. I took him to lunch so we didn't have to talk this out in the street. I really wasn't sure what he had to confess to me; we had been neighbors after all, not friends.
What he told me changed my life and in a huge way. See, I had been the victim of a home invasion a year ago. Two men broke into my house and proceeded to beat me to a pulp. I got in a few blows, but I had no real chance. When they were done they began splashing my place with gasoline. A stranger at my door scared them off at the last minute.
It had been Jay at the door and he'd called 911 when I hadn't answered. The reason I didn't know this was because after making the call, Jay had left and never told the police what he'd done when they came around. Jay had been in an affair with my other neighbor's sister-in-law. He and his brother were boorish assholes, so I couldn't totally blame her.
The thing was, the younger asshole -- Ted (the non-neighbor -- he and his wife, Mandi, lived about ten minutes away) found out that his wife was screwing around on him. She'd run to her sister-in-law (my neighbor's wife) and they had concocted the story that she was having an affair with me. Why would she do this? The neighbor's wife had gotten drunk at one of Jay's parties and sex with him too.
She was afraid Jay would give that up if her husband and brother-in-law leaned on him, so the ladies pointed those two morons my way then gone to warn Jay. Jay did what any lecherous party-hound would do -- he got shit-faced drunk. Only after he woke up with his regrets did he come over to warn me. At least he showed up before I was burned to death.
What no one seemed to have appreciated was my neighbor and I hated one another. He resented that I made more money, drove a better car, hired professional lawn care while he insisted on mowing his own damn lawn and other petty crap. I was forever filing complaints with the Homeowners Association against him.
He and his dingbat brother set up his irrigation system so that it drained into my backyard. The HA had him fix it, fix it again and finally had him tear it out. Had he simply hired a real professional it would have cost him half as much. I called the Police and Fire Department on his party when some of his guests set fire to our property hedge. They were drunk and it was ... ON FIRE!
I wouldn't let his party guests park in front of my house, or in my driveway, but I would let Jay's -- Jay invited me to his parties, though I never took him up on the offers. The list went on and on. Yes, he hated me and I knew he hated me, yet I didn't think he was so riled up he wanted to kill me. By sleeping with his little brother's wife, I was personally mocking him, or so he thought.
Jay unloaded this on me and one other valuable piece of information. From Mandi, Jay had learned that Ted, the younger one, had broken back into my house a week later (while I was still hospitalized) looking for something most likely lost in our struggle. Jay didn't know what it was. I thanked Jay, got his number and promised to be in touch. I went to my lawyer; she (my lawyer is a woman) wanted me to go to the police. I told her I wanted revenge.
I didn't know what flavor of revenge I wanted, yet I knew it would come to me. My lawyer sent an investigator to meet with Jay and get an official record of what he told me. We then sent two forensic specialists to my home to see if they could figure out what Ted and the Police had both missed.
Since the Police had scoured all the obvious places, the search was actually easy. They found it in just over an hour, wedged in an air vent and it couldn't have been more incriminating. It was one of Ted's dog tags from his days in the Army, and it had something they thought was my blood. They would have an independent lab test it to be sure. The last key of the puzzle -- how they got inside my house without tripping my security system -- came to me the next day.
After the 'hedge burning' incident, Jefferson, my neighbor, stopped speaking with me, so all communications went through his wife, Ashely. Ashely and I tried to get along. We were polite more than friendly. We talked about the HA, flowers I'd picked to be in my yard, where we'd taken our vacations and that sort of thing.
Until she caught Jefferson cheating on her -- with her skanky sister-in-law, Mandi. Mandi got around it seemed. Ashely was in her front lawn, screaming at Jefferson. Actually, she was screaming at the house because Jefferson wouldn't come out and face her. He'd locked her out instead. Ashely was making a fool of herself, so I finally went out and brought her over to my place.
While trying to get her to calm down and return to rational thinking, she unloaded the whole family saga on me. By the end of it I wanted the four of them to leave my neighborhood and never come back. I wasn't a snob; I only wanted to live in peace and quiet without other people's drama being exhibited for all to see. It was really none of my damn business.
Jefferson was a civil litigation lawyer, a rather good one yet had a gambling 'problem'. Ashely was his stay-at-home wife, whose main joy in life appeared to be nagging Jefferson about not giving her a better lifestyle. Ted, the younger brother, was a construction contractor, but not nearly as successful as his brother, so his older sibling had to keep helping him against customer lawsuits.
Jefferson and Ashely were in their early forties, Ted was six years younger and the bone-head had married a morally ambiguous, sexual dynamo ten years younger than him. According to Ashely, she liked flirting with men at parties and watching Ted beat them up, or get beaten up, depending on the quality of the male she was hitting on at the time.
This was more than I wanted to know, but I was a good listener -- I'm a highly-regarded financial planner, so I've figured out over the years what people want with their lives based on what they don't say as well as what they do. For a few months she kept coming around and on at least two occasions she witnessed me entering my security code. Yes, I should have been more careful. I had no idea she would give it to her husband to allow him to break in and nearly kill me. Sue me for not being overly paranoid.
Over the next week my plans for revenge crystalized. The four of them had to pay. Mandi had aimed them at me, Dumbbell One and Two had nearly killed me, and Ashely had supported Mandi and given them access to my home; all over an affair I never had. Oh, and they thought they had gotten away with it ~ they were about to learn how wrong they were.
I had been beaten up for pussy I never got. I was going to change that. I was going to nail that pussy and how. They thought they were angry about fucking one of their wives; I was going to drill both their wives and rub it in their faces, the assholes. As for the wives; I had certain anger issues to work through and a year's worth of sexual frustration they were about to receive.
[NOW YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW]
"Ashely, this is Darren," I spoke over the phone at a quarter past nine Monday morning. "Call up Mandi and get both of your asses over here immediately. Tell Mandi to park in my driveway." I had parked high enough up my drive so that when Mandi parked her car it would be clearly visible from the street.
"Darren, what -- what is this about?" Ashely hesitated.
"You know exactly what this is about," I snapped. "Now get your asses over here in thirty minutes and don't you dare call your husbands, or I'll go straight to the police." Then I hung up. Thirty minutes later they showed up on my stoop, looking scared and worried.
Since the break-in, I had improved my security system and wired it into all the monitors and TV sets throughout the place. I had indeed become paranoid. I had lived in fear in my own house, only my stubbornness keeping me from moving out. I had been afraid because I thought my attack was senseless violence. Now I knew better.
