So this probably is one of the weird stories from the past which randomly hit me back one night. I was fresh out of college, a new job and just rented out a flat in a new city with couple of friends. But this isn't a girl meets city story. Me and 2 other girls used to live on the 10th floor of a building in apartment complex. Most of the other residents in the building were families or retired couples. We were pretty much free to do as we please and hardly faced any restrictions from our neighbours ..well except one.

So there was this family that lived on our floor right across the corridor. Middle aged couple with 2 kids in school. The wife was a headache as she would constantly keep complaining and commenting on our lifestyle, work timings, how we live, noises and if we had friends over. Basically a bitch and probably a jealous Karen. We would normally ignore her but then every now and then she would threaten to complain to the society office and evict us.

It was getting annoying for us but then I decided to use my old devilish charm and sort it my way. To be honest, I was 22 and far too confident. I was working on a night shift and pretty much had the whole house to myself when my friends left for work. So Mrs. Bitch would drop the kids at school and go off to work in the day. That left her husband, Mr. B at the house, who coincidentally worked night shifts as well. I took this opportunity to work my charm on a 35 yr old sweet innocent man

It started with normal asks, going over to his place for some extra sugar, spices or tea. He seemed to be a sweet and helpful guy but I could see him checking me out now and then. That's when I decided to start teasing him a bit. I started wearing a lot more of my croptops and shorts when I decided to drop by his house. Do the usual cute girl act and ask him to help me out to fix something at my place. Sometimes it was the fridge, or it was the lights or the shower. Mr. B was a wee bit enthusiastic in helping me out. And I made sure he got a good look of me while he helped me out.

This went on for a couple of weeks, by then we had started hanging out, even open a few beers and watch random videos on YouTube at lunch. We flirted around a bit but I could see him holding back a lot. I would catch him ogling me at times but I just waved it off with a smile. Our afternoon time was still a secret I guess.

So one day, I asked him to come over before lunch as usual. It was a slow day so we opened up a couple of beer bottles and sat back on the couch. Mr. B was bit on edge and I could sense that. Maybe it was because I was in my pink boxer shorts and white halter neck top without a bra or I could be wrong. Few videos in and I could see him place his hand on my thigh. I knew he was giving it a try and I let him. " You are so smooth" I didn't expect that and he rubbed my thighs ever so gently. I didn't respond, just laughed and kept looking at the TV. I could see him scoot over near me on the couch now. His right hand slowly goes around me and grabs my right breast. " Wow..you are not even wearing a bra right now" I look at him , still silent as he keeps squeezing my boobs. He lifts up my top exposing my breasts and I make no attempt to stop him. He guides my left hand inside his pants and I could feel him already hard. We sit back in silence, still watching TV as he fondles me and I slowly jerk his erect cock. We don't utter a single word, the silence only broken by his heavy breaths as I work on him.

He comes soon after sometime messing up his pants and my hand. We both get cleaned up and he walks back to his home as the kids would be coming back from school. It was a bit awkward but sexy at the same time. But we had crossed that line now.

This became a regular thing now. We would meetup every afternoon and get some action going. We still never fucked as he was a bit worried of crossing that 'line' of cheating. People are weird in that sense. As I had expected, he convinced his wife to back off a bit and all of us were relieved that there were no more complaints coming in anymore. And to add to that, Mrs. Bitch even invited all 3 of us girls for lunch a few times too. My friends were amazed at her turnaround, and Mrs Bitch being blissfully unaware of her husband's secret shenanigans.

Mr.B and I kept up with our lunch dates. We had moved on to eating each other out. Although he had an average dick, he made it up with his pussy eating. I loved how he would keep munching and fingering for a long time till I came, as I laid back eagle spread on his couch. In return he was amazed at how easily I would blow him, something his wife would never give him.

A few times we had close saves from getting caught. But that was all a part of the excitement. It didn't last long though. Few months out, I had to shift to another city and this arrangement came to an end. We never did fuck even once but it was crazy and a good memory that I reminisce sometimes.

Atleast I got back at Mrs. Bitch and turned her into a good neighbor.