Neighbors - we all have them, whether they live a mile away or just on the other side of a paper-thin wall. So, they're your neighbors, and you have to try to be civil. Or do you? Revenge On The Neighbor is the category for those who have had enough of their obnoxious and inconsiderate neighbors. Share your stories of vengeance and retribution and revel in the satisfaction of getting even. From petty pranks to elaborate schemes, this category is all about getting sweet revenge. We want to know!

I hate my neighbor, but I can't help but to fantasize about him fucking my wife.

  • Some days his car has only just pulled off their drive when his wife texts me. Within minutes I'm round at their's and having her suck in my cock and balls. She loves rimming me too, something she'll never even think of doing for him. Because she's such a dirty bitch, I usually end up fucking her mouth pussy and asshole right where I first lower my shorts. Since we first fucked at their fifteenth wedding anniversary meal (I was their waiter) I've fucked my next door neighbors wife every single day he's at work. He genuinely thinks she's a true wife and loves him with him all her heart, when in truth she's one horny slut, a stunning woman who literally begs me some days to come on over and fuck her holes. What's more, he's an arrogant prick who believes he's gods gift to women. The real deal is, he's got a five inch cock and I'm fucking his wife's pussy and ass with all eight and half inches of pure young man meat.

    Woke up in the middle of the night to my neighbors fighting. Not a new thing. A few minutes later there was a banging on my back door. I stumbled out of bed, walked to through the kitchen and peaked out to see my neighbor (Casey is her name). She waved and I cracked the door open. She was crying and asked if she could use my phone. Her boyfriend took hers and took off. I was still half asleep or I would have told her to wait until I put on pants, but I didn't. I opened the door and let her in. There i was, standing in my kitchen in just my boxers with a hysterical, hot brunette. She seemed not to mind, so I said I'd get my phone. When I came back in, she was sitting at the table. I offered her something to drink and she took a beer. She made a few frantic calls to friends, I guess, and a few violent calls to her boyfriend. I just leaned back against the sink and let her get it all out. She would occasionally look up at me. I'm not one to brag, but I work out quite a bit and, to be honest, I was blessed with good genes. She was talking to someone else and asking for them to come and get her. She put her head in her hands and, feeling a bit turned on now, I decided to be a bit bold. I casually undid the button on my boxers and let the fly hang open a bit. She finally hung up the phone and took a big swig of her beer. She said thanks and said her mom was coming to get her in a few minutes. I didn't pry into why they were fighting. I asked if she needed some Kleenex and she said yes, so I went to get some. I walked back into the kitchen and I that's when she noticed the fly of my boxers was open. She smiled nervously through bloodshot eyes. She took a tissue, blew her nose and wiped her tears away. I went to reclaim my spot to lean against when she caught my arm and pulled me toward her. Before I even said a word, her hand was on my cock and she was tugging my boxers down. She took me in her mouth and sucked without stopping until I came. She looked up at me with a cum filled smile, wiped her mouth then leaned back in the chair and took another swig of beer. We didn't say much over the next 15 minutes or so, then her mom called my number and said she was outside. Casey left with a polite thank you.
    That's been 3 weeks ago now. She must have worked things out again with her boyfriend because I see their cars outside all the time. I haven't heard an fighting lately, though. I've tried to call her, to catch her at home, everything. She just won't even talk to me.
    I keep hoping to see her again. Best blowjob I've ever had.

  • A single dude moved in next door. Not just a normal single dude but a good looking muscle dude. And he must really love showing off. AnD my wife loves looking, Over the summer he was always working in the yard in just shorts. He even came over and had drinks on our deck in just shorts. And even worse, he doesn't have curtain in two of the rooms that face my living room window. I've seen his dick way too many times.
    I'm usually not the jealous type. I know my wife would never cheat or anything. And I doubt he's interested in her anyway. And I usually don't envy other dudes. I've watched a lot of porn in my time and have seen countless guys with better bodies and bigger dicks. But for some reason I hate my neighbor. With his shiny smile, big muscles and huge cock. I hate him.

    My neighbors are really, typical, small town trash. Rednecks if you prefer. But as much as I don't like them, they have a few great kids. One of the boys (he's 20 but still at home) hangs out over here sometimes. He's a good guy. Last week he was helping clean out my garage, we were chit chatting, talking about nothing really. Anyway, after moving a shelf to the other side, he moved to pass me just as I turned and my hand landed right on his crotch. It was a quick touch, but I could instantly tell he was packing a nice big dick in there. I said sorry, but he answered it was ok really fast. then stepped right back into the path of my hand. the back of my hand rested on his package. I didn't say much but then turn my hand and played with his cock through his pants. I told him he had a nice dick. he took it out and i tugged him until he came. He came back later that night and we watched porn and sucked each other off... I hate his parents, but so glad to have a nice cock to play with

  • I hate thieves. My neighbor is a thief. I hate my neighbor.

    Ron and Sheryl moved into the house next door three years ago. At first they seemed like a nice young couple. He was a young executive and she was a nurse. One would think that would mean they are nice responsible decent civilized human beings. One would be wrong.

    It started when they would ask to borrow things and then neglect to return them then make up excuses why they still needed them. I had to beg to get tools returned when I needed them and most of the time they became irate when I insisted.

    Then they started taking things without asking. The lawn furniture, tools I had left out doors by mistake, planters with plants in them, plants I had planted in the ground. This graduated to packages delivered to my house, the newspaper and other mail.

    My wife and I got fed up.

    Ron and Sheryl had a very expensive pure breed show dog they idiotically left tied up outdoors a lot. They frequently bragged about how expensive it was to buy and train and how much it was worth. The number was different every time but it was something north of ten thousand dollars. I did look up the breed and they are very expensive though perhaps not as much as their claims. So one day they took off for a day trip leaving Fido behind tied up under an awning with nothing but a bowl of warm dirty water. So I went next door and went right up to Fido and said hello. I had treats with me and we became instant best friends. I asked Fido if he'd like a new home in another state. Fido made no objections so I took the dog to a friend of ours who lives about 20 miles away and explained the situation to them and he agreed to take care of Fido until we could find a new home for him. We advertised on line under assumed names and found a buyer in about three weeks. We got $1800. The buyer lived 300 miles away. Meanwhile Ron and Sheryl went ballistic when they came home and found Fido gone. They asked if we had seen their dog or noticed anyone hanging around. We told them we'd gone for the day (we had) and so we weren't there to see.

    On another occasion after we went three weeks without being able to convince them to return our lawn mower so we could satisfy code enforcement's requirement that we keep our lawn under 18" tall, Ron and Sheryl took off for a day trip with their new expensive pure breed puppy. So I got out my bolt cutters and cut the lock off their shed and retrieved my lawn mower. they were kind enough to leave the tank full of gas but I was surprised to see a perfectly operational lawn more in their shed next to ours. I took my mower back and mowed my lawn. then I siphoned gas out of their lawn mower and put it into a gas can in our shed and put that away. Then I locked my mower back up in my own shed. Then just for fun I went out and bought the same kind of lock and put it on their shed. Of course they don't have a key for that. The next time they went to mow their lawn they couldn't unlock their padlock to open the shed. Ron came over and asked if I had bolt cutters he could borrow but I said I didn't own any. So he went out and bought bold cutters and cut the lock I put on. It was worth spending $3.99 for a padlock just to force him to spend $25 on a pair of bolt cutters. When he finally got his shed open he said someone stole my lawnmower and he couldn't mow his lawn. when I asked him about his own lawnmower he claimed he didn't have one despite two days earlier my locking his perfectly operational mower back up in his shed. So not only is he a thief but a liar as well.

    The worst came when they went away on a three week vacation and asked us to watch their house, feed Fido Jr. and water their house plants. They gave me a key so an hour after they left I went next door. I found a few things that we had been missing but then I found in their guest room my old TV I had in the basement and had forgotten about. I went right back home just to make sure we didn't have identical TV's and when I went to check the closet in the basement I found it was missing. Now of course I wasn't using it but that gave them no right to burglarize our house and help themselves. I found lots of things that were ours and each one I went back and found they had been missing from the places we stored them. Mostly it was things we either never used any more or things we didn't use often and almost all of it came from the basement. But the last straw was when I found my Dad's dog tags in a shadow box in Ron's office and purchased medals and insignia and a fake photo of a model in a military uniform as though it was a memorial to a dead relative which clearly it was not. The dog tags had been in the top drawer of my dresser.

    Now it was personal. My wife and I ransacked their place to retrieve every one of our possessions from Ron and Sheryl. We went out and bought a new security system and hired a security company to monitor it. We put up security cameras inside and out, set up alarms and spot lights and even some trip wires. One step on our property and we'd know.

    Revenge came when their real estate tax bill came while they were away. We were saving their mail for them. I tore up that bill. When they came back they didn't seem to notice that we had retrieved our belongings or that their plants were mostly dead. We were not going to do anything bad to an innocent puppy but we were looking for the opportunity to re-home it.

    The mail was delivered every day in the morning after both of them went to work. So every day I checked their mail to make sure they didn't get any bills. Apparently they were the kind of people who only pay bills when they get them. when we have a bill missing we call the company to find out what happened to it. This worked in our favor. The first unpaid bill to go into arrears was their electric bill. We were greatly entertained when the electric company came to shut off their electric while they were at work. Their electronic front door lock doesn't work when the electric is out so they had to go around to the back door to get in then the screaming took place. The gas bill and the water/trash bill were next. The mortgage bills and the tax bills and their reminders and final warnings all went without notice. That was the best. Seeing the look on their faces when the sheriff came to physically evict them, that was the best. I read one letter from the town informing them that they had two weeks to pay the tax or they would auction their house to pay the taxes. I then read the letter from the bank that said that since they refused to pay their home owner's insurance, tax bill and mortgage they had no choice but to foreclose. We hosted a block party the day the house was auctioned off. It turns out we were not the only neighbor they stole from, we were simply the most prolific victim.