Husband, wife, mistress and lesbian lovers

“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.