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When my neighbor Ricky and I got into a feud, I didn’t imagine it would end with him fucking my wife. For starters, he’s only 10, so that wasn’t a possibility that crossed my mind. But also, what kind of asshole escalates things to banging the other guy’s wife? Ugh. Let me explain.
So my wife and I had already bought this nice little house in the suburbs and a year later this family moved in next door. It was a family of three. The couple - Dan and Gale - were nice enough. They were quite pleasant, actually. It was their son Ricky who was a problem.
In the beginning, I just figured he was a typical, hyperactive kid. But then I realized he was a little asshole. Really cocky and ignored the rules. I discovered this when he started hanging out in our yard more and I got to see his behavior. He was a bit too smart for his own good. Like, he didn’t act bratty - he acted smart. Clever. We would be playing a game - I don’t know, like football - and he would change the rules on the spot. But then he would explain the rule changes in a way that made sense to him. He didn’t just pout and throw a tantrum when he was losing. He would just stop the game and change the rules because it benefited him.
But when he broke one of my windows, that’s when I knew he was even worse than I thought. He didn’t care at all about the repercussions of his actions. He was hitting a baseball in his backyard with a bat and for some stupid reason he aimed at my yard but he hit it too hard. I was in my home office when I heard a window shatter.
“What the…” I got out of my chair.
“What was that?” I heard my wife call from the other room.
I went out into the hall and into the kitchen. I saw glass all over the floor and a baseball nearby. I knew immediately who it was and when I went outside I saw Ricky walking over with his baseball bat.
“Ricky! You broke my window!” I told him.
“Yeah, I know! That was sick.” He grinned.
“Sick? You broke it! Are you going to pay for it?”
“Uh, no?” He chuckled.
“What do you mean, no?” I said angrily.
“It’s your window, you pay for it bro.” He said. I hate how this kid was only 10 and already spoke like a college guy.
“Don’t bro me! You busted my window!” I scolded him but it didn’t matter. Fortunately, his parents were more understanding and they gave me money to fix it. But I was still pissed.
The next time he pissed me off I was again in my office and I heard thumping coming from outside, this time in the front of the house. When I went outside to look, I found Ricky in the driveway smacking a tennis ball against the garage door with his racket.
“Ricky! What are you doing?” I yelled at him.
“What? I’m practicing tennis.” He said.
“Against my garage door? Look at all the dents!” I pointed at the dozens of indentations in the flimsy metal.
Ricky just shrugged. “I gotta practice.”
“Why don’t you do it against your house’s own garage door?”
“Because that would ruin it.” He said. He was being serious.
Again, his parents gave me the money to fix it. But it wasn’t reassuring because they didn’t seem to get it. Dan and Gale are nice folks, but they just think Ricky’s doing kid stuff and thought it was amusing. My wife wasn’t helping for the same reason.
“You know, you shouldn’t be so hard on him.” Priya told me.
“Why? He needs to learn this isn’t okay.” I told her.
“But he’s just a kid. He doesn’t know yet.” She said.
I guess I should tell you about Priya. I’m white, and she’s Indian, and she was born in India so she’s got a bit of an accent. I met her in university so we’ve known each other a while. I might as well describe what she looks like. She’s got beautiful, dark brown skin. She’s got dark, pouty lips. Her figure is incredible - small waist, luscious hips, and best of all, she’s got huge tits. 34G, to be exact. You know how some Indian girls are just built like fucking baddies? That’s Priya. Most guys would cum in their pants just at the sight of her naked.
But as much as I love her, she wasn’t taking Ricky seriously. Some kids are just able to get away with anything and adults will think it’s cute. Well, not me. I wasn’t falling for his bullshit.
I had this immature idea to start fucking with him too. It started easily enough when one day he hit a baseball into my yard yet again. He came over to look for it. When he couldn’t find it, he asked me to help. So we were walking around my yard, looking for the damn thing when I found it. But I didn’t immediately tell him. I looked over my shoulder and he was far off in the bushes poking around. I quickly thought of what I could do. I saw a pile of deer shit in the grass and I knew exactly what. I quickly ran over to grab my gardening gloves and I grabbed the deer shit and smeared it all over the ball.
“Hey Ricky, found it! Catch.” I called to him and when he raised his hand I threw the ball to him.
“What the hell!” Ricky grimaced when he caught it and he saw he now had deer shit smeared on his hands. I just chuckled and walked away. I wasn’t sure yet if he knew I did it deliberately but he definitely knew something was up the next time I fucked with him. A week later, feeling confident from my victory, I went over to his yard one morning and used a needle to make holes in all of the sports balls he had laying around. When he came over to ask me if I knew what happened to his stuff, I just shrugged.
“Damn, that sucks, bro.” I said, putting emphasis on bro. “Guess you can’t ruin my garage door anytime soon.”
Ricky narrowed his eyes but said nothing. Now he definitely knew I was fucking with him. He turned around and stormed off to his house while I was left feeling triumphant.
Ricky returned the favor next week when I left to go to work and I saw that my tires were deflated. “Little prick…” I muttered while I observed the tires. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and when I looked I saw the top of Ricky’s head duck under the fence. He must’ve been watching me.
But then it was my turn. There’s this spot in my backyard where Ricky always hops over the fence when he comes over. Like there’s literally a spot in the grass that’s trampled because Ricky has been treading it for so long. So one day, I dug a deep hole, filled it with water, and covered it with leaves. “Hey, Ricky! Can you come over here and help me with something!” I peered over the fence. He dropped his ball and hopped the fence as always, and landed waist deep in water.
“Dude, the fuck is your problem!” He climbed out of the hole. I was laughing hysterically. “Maybe you should walk around our fence next time instead of jumping into our garden.” I scolded him.
Of course, this demanded a response from Ricky, and next week, when I opened our back door in the morning to water the plants, I stepped knee high in a hole in the ground filled with water.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” I cursed and I heard Ricky’s laughter and I looked and saw him watching from over the fence. “Take that, you asshole!” He yelled at me before leaving.
This was fun, but I was also getting pissed off. One day, I took it too far. I left for work as I usually do and as I passed by Ricky’s house, I saw his bike laying in the street in front of his driveway. I stopped. Do I dare? Just as I was thinking, I heard the front door of Ricky’s house open. Ricky stepped outside and our eyes met for just a moment. Then I hit the gas.
“DUDE!” Ricky dashed toward me as I drove over his stupid fucking bike. I heard a satisfying crunch. “Oh, shit. Sorry, kid.” I looked out the window behind me. His bike was fucked up. “You ran over my fucking bike! You did that on purpose!” Ricky fumed. “Hey, I’m really sorry, kid. But I gotta get going.” I pointed to my wrist. “Gotta go to the office. Your parents can pay for it, right?”
Ricky began to give me shit but I rolled up the window and drove away. I was feeling pretty smug for the rest of the day and the rest of the week. During that time, I didn’t see Ricky much. I figured I finally taught him a lesson.
Oh, how wrong I was.
A week after I ran over Ricky’s bike, I drove home from the office at the usual time like every day. When I entered my house, I could hear moaning from upstairs. “What the hell…?” I stopped for a moment and listened. It sounded like a woman - my woman! Unless another woman lived here, that had to be Priya. I dashed up the stairs, nearly falling on my face as I tripped. When I got to the top of the stairs it was pretty clearly Priya moaning in our bedroom. The door was wide open and when I looked it inside, I saw Priya and Ricky having really passionate sex.
“Ohhh…ohhh…Ricky…” Priya moaned his name, her eyes closed. She was on top of him completely naked, riding him and rolling her hips like a whore. Ricky was laying back looking like he was in heaven. His eyes were closed too and he had his hands on her lush hips.
“What the FUCK is going on here!?” I yelled.
Neither of them flinched. Ricky opened his eyes and looked at me and smiled. “What’s up bro?” He grinned.
“Ricky! What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” I continued to holler at him.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m fucking your wife.” He replied.
“I know that, you little shit! I mean, WHY!?”
“Because you ran over my bike, you piece of shit!” Ricky lifted himself up a bit so he was supporting himself on his elbows. Meanwhile, Priya continued to ride him, ignoring me completely. My eyes briefly lingered on her huge tits flopping up and down.
“That doesn’t mean you can fuck my wife!”
“Why not dude? I gotta walk everywhere like some fucking fag.”
“Those things aren’t related at all!” I felt like grabbing him and throwing him out a window. “I thought you would do something like, I don’t know, pull out our flowers or something!” I stepped closer to the bed. “And you! What are you doing?” I said to Priya.
Priya opened her eyes and looked at me sheepishly, biting her lip. “I’m really sorry, honey.” She said and I could tell she was genuinely, truly apologetic. Priya isn’t a bitch at all. “But…you DID forget my birthday last month.” I noticed she was wearing heavy shadow and lipstick. It looked like she put on makeup for Ricky.
“Oh my God, I apologized a million times!” I groan and put both my hands on my head, I felt like I was about to have a stroke.
“Yeah, she told me about that. Big mistake, bro.” Ricky grinned and casually squeezed one of Priya’s tits. The look on Ricky’s face, him so casually groping my wife, the sound of the bed squeaking, and the general absurdity of this situation was enough to nearly make me lose it.
“I should beat the shit out of you, you little fucking cunt!” I clenched my fist and took a step forward.
“Bring it, bitch!” Ricky spat at me.
“Okay, enough!” Priya raised her voice and the sound of it was enough to silence both of us. “Enough.” She repeated and she stopped rolling her hips and remained still on top of Ricky. “You two have been playing this stupid game for weeks.” She said in her cute Indian accent. “Now it’s time to stop. You’ve both made your points.”
I folded my arms. “He started it.” I muttered.
“Honey, enough!” She pointed her finger at me. “You’re a grown man and you shouldn’t be playing this dumb game with him in the first place.”
“Yeah, loser.” Ricky smirked.
“And you! Stop ruining my yard.” Priya turned to look down at Ricky. “No more destructive acts, understand?”
Ricky furrowed his brow but he didn’t say anything. This made me feel a bit better. I was worried that Priya was going to take his side and this would end with me being completely routed.
“Is that clear to both of you?” Priya said.
“Yeah.” Ricky muttered.
Priya looked at me. I sighed. “…Yes.” I finally said. I looked at the two of them. “…Are you two going to stop now?” I asked.
“What? I haven’t cum yet.” Ricky frowned.
“Oh, come on. You already fucked her, you wanna cum in her too?” I told him.
“Honey, he hasn’t cum yet.” Priya said gently, but firmly.
“Oh…fine.” I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“Awesome.” Ricky grinned and he reached up with both hands to squeeze her tits. Priya smiled and she started riding him and soon the bed was squeaking and both of them were moaning. Priya was completely ignoring me again. I debated in my head which was more pathetic - leave the bedroom and go downstairs, or stay here and watch. I decided to stay. I sat down in the armchair next to the bed.
They fucked for, I don’t know, maybe 5 more minutes before Ricky started to grunt. “Ugh…gonna cum.” He said. Priya said nothing and just continued to ride him, maybe doing so a bit harder, until Ricky started moaning. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuck!” He moaned and held on to her hips and Priya stopped moving. He moaned loudly as he ejaculated inside her. “Ah…fuck.” Ricky relaxed and folded his arms behind his head.
“You done yet?” I asked.
“Yeah. Fuck.” Ricky said.
“There we go. See? Now you two can be friends again.” Priya very calmly climbed off of Ricky, not bothering at all stop the slow drip of Ricky’s cum from her pussy. I briefly saw her black strip of pubic hair before she turned away and grabbed her bath robe from the wall. “Ricky, I’m going to start dinner. It’s time for you to go home.” She said. She put on the robe but left it open.
“Yeah, okay.” Ricky climbed out of bed. His tiny cock was soft. “Yo, that was fun. Thanks for helping me out.” He grinned and walked right up to her. “Of course.” She smiled and without hesitating, she lowered her face to his. He didn’t skip a beat either and their lips met. They started French kissing each other. I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t help but watch as their tongues slipped in and out of each others’ mouths. When they finished after maybe 30 seconds, she turned to me.
“Are you going to be okay here with him?” She put her hands on her hips.
“Yes.” I said.
“Okay. Good.” She smiled. “I’ll be downstairs.” And with that, and turned around and left the room, her robe still wide open.
“I think I won.” Ricky grinned as he pulled a tissue paper to wipe his cock.
“Yeah, yeah.” I frowned and stood up. But he was right. “…Yeah. You won.” I said. I stood next to him as he put on his underwear. “You heard what the lady said. We cool?” I asked him.
Ricky looked at me and I expected a snide remark but he surprised me instead. “Yeah, we’re cool.” He said. “Sorry about your window.”
“It’s okay. Sorry about your bike.”
“It’s fine.” Ricky said. “It was old anyway.”
I waited until Ricky finished getting dressed before escorting him through our house.
“Any chance I can stay for dinner?” He asked, grinning once again.
“Don’t even think about it, kid.”