Victoria Knocked On The Wrong Door

Author's note: My stories is about women who do evil acts to good people -- often spouses or boyfriends. There is a lot of infidelity, deception and betrayal, and there is no guarantee of a happy ending. Often the bad guys -- or more usually, women -- end up on the winning team.

Furthermore, my stories will often involve filth, in a literal sense.

If any of this is disturbing to you, you may not want to read my stories.

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Victoria had butterflies in her stomach when she knocked on the door of the new and unknown neighbors. She was unusually shy and always got nervous when she had to meet new people.

But she had thought that she might as well get it over with right away. That was exactly why she and her boyfriend, John, had moved to the countryside. She needed to live a quiet life where she knew everyone around her, and John had understood and respected that.

But first, she had to meet the people who would be her neighbors from now on. Today, she could combine it with a practical task: John was hanging up pictures in their new home, but he had forgotten to pack a drill in the moving van. So they needed to borrow one.

Victoria was somewhat relieved when there was apparently no one inside the house who reacted. She looked at the sign. "Tom and Linda Brent," it said on the door. Tom and Linda. Hopefully, they would soon be good neighbors, whom Victoria happily and confidently greeted in everyday life.

She turned to leave, but at the same moment she heard a rumble inside the house. She considered rushing away for a moment, but she caught herself. She didn't want to risk getting a reputation as an oddball right from the start. Instead, she knocked on the door one more time, but not very hard.

"I'm coming," a woman's voice sounded. It had to be Linda.

Ten seconds later she opened the door. The woman was about 40 years old, maybe a little more. She obviously had a day off, because she just didn't wear makeup, she wore old clothes, and her half-long, medium blonde hair was tousled. But it was immediately clear that she was generally concerned about her appearance: her breasts were large and obviously fake. Their shapes in the loose shirt she wore left no doubt about it.

"Hello. I'm your new neighbor -- me and my boyfriend John. We have just moved in next door. But we need a drill. Is it possible that we can borrow one?," said Victoria, who could feel that she blushed slightly.

The woman looked down at her. She was half a head taller than Victoria. Her gaze was neither friendly nor hostile, just a little surprised. Of course, it's not every day that complete strangers knock on your door, Victoria thought.

But it was only a few seconds that the woman sized Victoria up. Then she put on a smile -- a bit phony one, Victoria thought. "Come inside, sweetheart. Then we'll see if we can find one," she said.

Victoria had hoped that she could just wait outside, but that would also make her seem strange, she knew. So she stepped inside.

The home looked like the woman. It was nice, but right now messy and not quite clean.

The same applied to the woman's husband, whom they met in the living room. He sat in an old t-shirt and dirty work trousers and watched some sports on TV. On the small table next to him were two beer cans.

"This is my husband, Tom. My name is Linda," Linda said kindly. The man smiled too.

"My name is Victoria," Victoria said.

"What a nice name. Tom, Victoria is our new neighbor. She would like to borrow a drill. Can you find one?" said Linda.

Tom slipped into a back room and left the two women alone in the living room. Victoria only sensed kindness from Linda, but she could feel that the mature woman again sized her up. Victoria blushed slightly again, and Linda smiled even more.

"How old are you, sweetheart? You look so young and... beautiful," Linda said.

Victoria didn't like it when mature women called her "sweetheart," nor did she like to be reminded of her appearance.

Not because she was ugly -- on the contrary.

As a child, Victoria had been able to live in peace. She could hide in the back of a group without anyone noticing her. But one day, her breasts started to grow, and they kept doing so until a D-cup was barely enough to hold them. Since she was also pretty -- slim body and long, blonde hair -- the boys had begun to swarm around her, and she hated their intrusive attention. Victoria had actually seriously considered getting her breasts made smaller, but it wasn't a pleasant thought either. Instead, she had now moved to the countryside, where there were not so many men, and certainly not her own age.

"I'm 22. John is 25," Victoria said. She considered for a moment to return the question, because it was difficult to determine Linda's age. But she thought it was probably best not to.

"What are two such young people going to do all the way out here in the countryside?," Linda asked.

"John has to work in the city until he finds something nearby. I will also continue at my school, but most days I can study from home," Victoria replied.

"But you're going to stay here? It's not just temporary?"

"No, we want to live in the countryside. We want to be closer to nature and grow our own vegetables, and then we want real neighbours that you talk to," said Victoria.

"That sounds nice, sweetheart. We need young people. Believe it or not, Tom and I still count as some of the young people in this town," Linda laughed.

Tom came back with a drill. He handed it kindly to Victoria, who thanked him and started to leave again.

"You must come and eat here tonight," Linda said.

Victoria got a little confused and blushed again. "It's too kind, but I think we'd like to spend the evening unpacking in our new home," she said.

"Nonsense. You MUST come," Linda said, but she said it in a friendly tone. "Now you've seen us in old clothes and with a messy home. You must think that we are a couple of old hicks. Come tonight so we can present ourselves properly," Linda said.

Victoria couldn't figure out how to maintain her no. But it was also very convenient, because they didn't really have food in the house -- only some bread and cold cuts. In addition, she could get to know Linda and Tom better while John was with her. It made her feel more at ease.

So she was calm when they knocked on the neighbors' door again in the evening. And it was also a completely different experience that awaited her: the house was miraculously cleaned, and so were Linda and Tom. Tom was a handsome man after he had been shaved and had run a comb through his hair. He was also very well dressed in modern and expensive denim jeans and with a black shirt on.

Linda looked different than Victoria had expected. She had thought that a woman with large, fake breasts would try to accentuate these when she were dressing up to receive guests. But that was not the case at all. On the contrary, her breasts were almost toned down. Linda was neat and decent in her clothes -- as you would imagine a housewife in the country.

She was also a good cook, it turned out, and she cooked modern food. It was a stew of some kind, but she hadn't used much meat. Instead, there were many delicious vegetables in the dish. Victoria was a little relieved about this -- she had, at John's urging, become a flexitarian and she was not used to eating much meat.

Victoria was surprised by the couple in other ways. Tom worked in a kind of mixed general store, supplying all sorts of goods and services to the local farmers. Linda was a housewife, but she also had a job doing the accounting for some of the small, local craftsmen. But they apparently made a good living from it, for although they did not seem very rich, it was clear that they enjoyed solid wealth. These were people who could afford to buy the best when there was something they really wanted, and they also had good taste.

Victoria had put her initial shyness behind her, and she would have liked to ask more about Linda and Tom's lives. But instead, the conversation came to be mostly about herself and John: They had asked about the possibility of getting married at the local town hall, but Victoria remarked, a little confused, that the question caused the neighboring couple to exchange a long glance.

It turned out that it was a bit of a trauma for them that they had never been married "properly" in a church.

"Tom and I have a good life and a good marriage, even though we have had our problems and disagreements, like everyone else. But there is one thing we regret: That we never got a real wedding, with a big, white dress and all. It's something you only have one chance for in life, and that's when you're very young. We have talked afterwards about how it was cowardly of us to get married at the town hall. It seems less committing to get married by the mayor, and only in front of the immediate family. But committing is precisely the point of getting married," Linda said.

"That's the kind of stupidity you do as a young person. You have all these fine principles. As you get older, you find that the down-to-earth has a great value. There's a reason why the wedding has always been one of the most important ceremonies in people's lives," Tom added.

That statement provoked John, Victoria knew. It was mostly he who was adamant that you should not stand in a church and be hypocritical on your wedding day when you did not believe in God. Victoria herself had been more inclined to accommodate her parents on this point. They would like their daughter to be married at a large and old-fashioned wedding, in a snow-white dress and in a church.

But John was prepared to stand firm on his principles, and he began a long explanation of what exactly they were about. Tom listened to it with a good-natured, fatherly smile, but Lindas smile was more and more strained, Victoria noted. As if she didn't take him seriously and didn't bother to listen to him.

That was a bit rude, Victoria thought. On the other hand, it suited her well that the big-breasted neighbor's wife was not too fond of her future husband. Victoria smiled a little at the thought. It also suited her well to have support in her opinions about the wedding, and in general she liked Linda. The woman radiated a strength that made Victoria feel safe. It could be a good neighbourly relationship.

In any case, the atmosphere was really good when Victoria and John left late in the evening. They were also a little bit drunk from the red wine that Tom had found, and which was apparently a very special vintage from a special district in France.

Victoria took her husband by the hand. With the other hand, he had turned on the light on his mobile phone so that they could find their way on the dark road to their own house.

"Would it mean a lot to you to get married in a church?," John suddenly asked.

"Yes," Victoria replied immediately. It surprised herself. She wanted to get married in a church, but it wasn't very important to her. However, it had made an impression when Linda and Tom talked about their experiences.

"Then that's what we do," said Tom chivalrously. Victoria was spontaneously happy, both for the wedding itself and for her boyfriend's gesture, and she pressed herself to him.

That night they made love long and tenderly.

The good mood lasted in the months that followed. Victoria thought that they had been incredibly lucky with their new neighbors. They helped with a whole lot of practicality. Formally, Victoria's parents were supposed to host the wedding, but they didn't have to do much other than pay the bills.

Victoria came from a solid, upper middle class, but her parents were not so wealthy that they could spend anything they wanted on their daughter's wedding. Linda understood this, and she found, for example, a photographer who would film and photograph the event all day, in exchange for getting copyright to the entire material -- she would use it in the promotion of her business.

Linda also helped finding the most beautiful wedding dress without it being too expensive. Linda didn't seem to care much about dressing for herself, but when it came to the wedding dress, she showed an interest that surprised Victoria. She had to try at least ten of them, from several shops, before they were both satisfied. The choice fell on a dress in an all-white, silky fabric, and with a large skirt. It rattled when Victoria walked in it.

The wedding day also ended up being perfect. The sun was shining, and lots of beautiful pictures and films were taken of the beautiful, young bride and her groom. Both in the church, and afterwards at the reception, where they dined 62 guests.

The only annoyance on the day was the speeches from Victoria's parents. Her father was emotional about having to "hand over" his sweet and sensitive daughter to John. Victoria's mother talked for a long time about how Victoria was now an adult and had to realize that not everything in life was a bed of roses. Victoria was ashamed of being spoken to like a child on her wedding day, and she looked to Linda for support. But it was as if Linda avoided her gaze. Instead, she applauded enthusiastically when the speech was finally over.

When all the guests had left, Victoria and John sat back tired. They talked confidentially and lovingly about the future. In bed, they made love, but mostly because you're supposed to do that on your wedding night. It wasn't their sex life that kept them together. It was more "a spiritual thing", as John sometimes put it -- a little to Victoria's annoyance. She was tired of all kinds of men making advances and making tacky comments about her breasts, but she wanted her husband to see her as sexy.

Their sex life became a bigger theme between them shortly after the wedding. It was becoming rare for them to be together. John was tired many evenings, and when they finally made love, he had a hard time getting an erection.

"Don't you think we're getting a little too spiritual," Victoria said sarcastically one evening when John had again rejected her subtle advances. He had become angry, and it ended in their first argument. It was about John wanting respect for the fact that he provided for both of them, and that he did it without fuss, and he had even moved to the countryside to please Victoria, so now he had to spend several hours on the highway every day, and then it was no wonder that he was getting tired.

It was a remark that had hurt Victoria deeply. She had thought that they were building a life together, and in agreement. Now it was as if she was going to be in an unpayable debt to John for the rest of her life. As if he had sacrificed something important just for her sake.

The next day, she found her way to the neighbors house. She knew that Linda was home alone, and she needed to ease her heart to a woman.

In the end, she just sat and cried while Linda comforted her. Linda agreed with Victoria in every way, but she also said that men will behave badly. It was part of life for a woman to recognize that she are never really, really close to her husband. He is also an opponent. The ones a woman can really trust are her girlfriends.

After the latter remark, the two of them had given each other a big hug. Victoria was happy to have a good and experienced friend who could help her through the first difficult time in her marriage.

It was even a friend who was recognized by Victoria's parents. Her mother and Linda had collaborated on the wedding. Afterwards, they had kept calling each other. Victoria knew her mother and knew that she felt a little above a woman like Linda, but also that she was at the same time, in an absurd way, a little proud to have made a friend from a different -- and in her mother's eyes lower -- circle of society.

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It turned out that the first argument was just the first. There were more, and more unpleasant arguments shortly after.

John started coming home late. Some nights he didn't come home at all. He said he was busy and that he slept on a couch in his office.

Victoria had a hard time believing him. She could not imagine a modern company where employees fell asleep on sofas in the offices and woke up in their clothes from yesterday, and then started a new working day.

On the other hand, she could not believe that he had another woman, although both his absence from home and his lack of desire for sex with Victoria could indicate that. After all, it had only been a few months since they had exchanged profound vows in front of the priest, and although John was not a religious believer, his principles were so much stronger.

But it soon turned out that it was exactly as bad as Victoria could have feared in her worst nightmares. She discovered it one day where John had left his laptop without shutting it down. She crept up to it and opened his Messenger. John exchanged sultry messages with a shabby-looking young woman with brown half-long hair and hard, green eyes.

Victoria had once read in a magazine that most men are turned on by obscene talk. Talk not wrapped in hints, but straight to the disgusting point. The woman, named Ava, had apparently read the same magazine, because she did exactly that. "Come to me tonight and let me suck the juices out of you," she wrote one day. "Oh, I'm so horny. I miss your cock," she wrote another day. And so on.

Victoria was in shock. She hurried to memorize Ava's last name, left the laptop and went into the bedroom, where she hid under the covers. She couldn't bear to look John in the eye right now.

The next day she again sat in Linda's living room and cried. Linda listened to it all, and she comforted Victoria.

She gave only one piece of actual advice: "You have to confront the slut. I know it's hard for you, but otherwise you'll never be a whole person again."

Victoria followed the advice. It was against everything in her nature to seek out strangers, but here she actually felt a certain relief, already at the decision to do so. Linda was right. It probably wouldn't help, but if she at least made an honest attempt to save her marriage, she would be able to look at herself in the mirror afterwards without blinking.

Besides, she couldn't feel much worse than she already did. She was as if stunned by grief and worry.

So she looked Ava up on social media and found out where she lived. And one day, when John came home early, after having "slept in the office" the night before, Victoria got into the car and drove to the city. He didn't ask where she was going. There was an icy silence between them.

In the city, she sat down at a café across from the block Ava lived in. She was surprised that such a simple chick could afford to live in a rather attractive neighborhood. On social media, she had not found any indications of what Ava was working with. But either she had to make a good living from it, or she had inherited a lot of money.

When Ava showed up in the early evening, Victoria confronted her. She was afraid to do it, but she did it anyway. It was also a bit exciting.

"Hi Ava," Victoria said to the girl. She looked even more simple in real life. She wasn't particularly pretty, but she made herself sexy, with baggy jeans, a tight blouse and a tattoo that reached from somewhere under her blouse to a bit up her neck.

"Can you guess who I am?," Victoria asked, but she already lost heart when she could see that Ava had actually guessed it. She smiled in the way villains smile in bad movies, Victoria thought.

"Yes. What do you want from me, bitch?," Ava said.

"You must leave my husband alone," Victoria said, but she had lost all her confidence and felt the blush in her cheeks.

Now Ava smiled more pleased than evil.

"Do you know what John really likes?," she asked.

"No," Victoria said, confused.