Page 2 of Spice's Halloween

In a cheerful mood, I sat on the porch drinking a cold beer and chatting shit with Fists, Pipes, and Berserker. As we chatted, we saw the asshole who lived opposite me pull up. The guy was a total fuckwad. Despite having a good woman, he ruined everything with his promiscuity. He was an outright cheating bastard. Poor Lindy had no idea that half the women who were so nice to her face had screwed the twat behind her back.

That fucked me off because Lindy was the real deal. Beautiful to watch and a body that drove men wild. Woman had personality, too. The prick climbed out of his car and winked at a neighbour watering her plants. Yeah, he’d ploughed Angela a few times. Angela tittered and blew him a kiss. Wonder what her husband would say?

Higgins entered the house, shutting the door, and we carried on talking. Pipes had just gone to fetch more beers when we heard the first scream.

Surprised, we looked across the road as our eyebrows popped into our hairlines.

“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot? No! Don’t answer that; you clearly do!” Lindy bellowed.

“Keep your voice down!” the asshole demanded.

“Why? Ain’t going to tell the neighbours something they don’t know. You’ve banged nearly all of them!” Lindy screeched, and a smile crossed my face.

“Someone’s been caught red-handed,” I said.

“Looks like he’s getting screwed in a different way,” Fists agreed.

Berserker added, “She can do better than him.”

“What did I rate, David? I don’t see my score in your little black book!” Lindy yelled.

Score? Oh, shit! Had that prick seriously been scoring his conquests? My brothers arrived at the same conclusion and looked amused.

“Shut up, Lindy!” David bellowed in return.

“Why? Aren’t those two-faced bitches aware? Really?” Lindy shouted, and the front door flew open.

Lindy stormed out onto the porch, and David appeared and tried to pull her back inside. By now, we weren’t the only ones being entertained. Half the neighbours were out.

“Get your dirty fucking hands off me!” Lindy snapped and kicked David in the shins.

“Oh, my!” Angela exclaimed as she stood in the street.

Lindy’s eyes narrowed in on her. “Got a problem, bitch?”

“I beg your pardon?” Angela said, drawing herself up and looking down her nose at Lindy.

Lindy grinned evilly. “Are you aware my ex-fiancé liked to keep scores? Angela, you got four out of ten. Apparently, you don’t mind your teeth when giving blowjobs.”

“What did she say?!” Austin, Angela’s husband, yelled.

“All in David’s little black book. David fucked Angela five times, Austin. Want the dates? Angela scored low. Here, I’ll read it to you,” Lindy snarled, waving a book around.

Several women paled as Lindy quoted dates, scores, and the comments David had written.

“She’s lying!” Angela screeched.

“Damn. Lindy’s going to implode the entire street!” I said, laughing.

“Angela, you bitch, I was away working then!” Austin shouted and stopped David from trying to reach Lindy.

Austin pulled his fist back and planted one square in David’s face, sending him flying.

“Oh shit,” Pipes snorted as he, too, laughed.

“Who wants to know if their wife fucked David? It’s all here in this book. Hey, Roger, Mabel reached an impressive nine out of ten. David loved the birthmark on her ass and how it turned red when spanked. Mabel also deepthroated him,” Lindy called.

A man’s jaw dropped open as he faced his wife, who started babbling.

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