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The Dumpster Files: Madeline

The nosey neighbor across the street has to tell her story, and it's a doozy!

I am not like the others. I am not sorry for what I have done or what I am doing. I will not tell anyone my real name, especially not online, to some people I don’t know. Face it, all of you will judge me either way.

I have read some of the confessions on here and let me say most of them should feel happy for themselves and not feel like they should be judged by someone reading a confession blog.

Let’s face it: We all have done things that we shouldn’t. There isn’t one pure saint among us, especially people who are reading about dirty confessions online! Yes! I am talking to you!

Anyway, here is my confession. Judge all you want!

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It started less than a year ago.

“Hon, is this the barbecue sauce we always get?” Lonny asked.

“No, the one with green label!” I sighed, staring at my husband.

“This does have a green label,” Lonny pointed to the cap.

“That is the cap, not the label!” I said.

“They all look the same and they are all barbecue sauce, what’s the big deal?”

“Fine, you’re the one that likes the other one with the ribs, you eat what you want,” I shrugged.

“I will try this one,” he said, throwing it into the shopping cart.

We walked the aisles, bantering back and forth as we always did. It was our usual Sunday morning shopping routine.

We liked to get into the store before everyone came to shop, but we hated being in the middle of all the people who came shopping later in the day.

“What about this one?” Lonny held up a bottle of wine.

“Nope,” I shook my head.

“Wine is wine,” Lonny said.

“Beer is beer,” I responded.

“Okay, I take it back,” Lonny quickly changed his mind.

“Thought so,” I laughed.

Lonny and I had been together since high school. We got married shortly after graduating and have been together ever since. We were both in our early fifties, and our kids had long left the roost. We weren’t like some of these new-age couples who looked for something new at every chance, flirting and cheating online or looking for someone young and attractive.

No, we loved each other, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Sometimes, we irked each other and had to sleep in separate rooms, but it never lasted.

“Hey Guys!” Albert said as we crossed paths with him near the registers.

“Hey Albert,” Lonny smiled.

Albert was our neighbor who lived across from us. He moved in four months ago, and Lonny already loved him, mostly because he had a big-screen television and invited Lonny over to watch college basketball.

“Albert,” I said as we went to the register.

I didn’t like Albert much because he always came barreling down the road in his Dodge Charger, blasting that rap crap. I had told him to slow down as there were always kids playing in the street; we lived in a tight-knit gated community. The speed limit was posted on every corner. It was fifteen miles per hour within the community.

Like most black people, he thought the rules didn’t apply to him. Albert also had friends over late into the night. People were trying to sleep, and they would either come over late or stay until early morning.

“You could be nicer!” Lonny said as we walked towards our car.

“Why, should I be?” I responded. “He is not above the law! It clearly says the speed limit at every corner!”

“I know, but he hasn’t hit anyone and usually…”

“Don’t make excuses for him,” I shook my head. “I am so tired of everyone making excuses for them. The law is the same for everyone, no matter the color of their skin!”

“Right,” Lonny said as he got in the car.

“I heard the sarcasm,” I stared at him.

“When the Millers lived in that house, I didn’t hear you complain about them once!” Lonny started the car. “Not once!”

I stared out the window. “That’s different.”

“No, that’s being a hypocrite. James used to rev the engine of his muscle car every time he left!” Lonny said. “There are still tire marks on the road where he peeled out of his driveway!”

I folded my arms and shook my head.

“You didn’t say anything then, why not?”

“I didn’t see a reason, he was kind to us,” I said.

“Oh, he was kind, that’s what you are telling me? They burrowed our tools to renovate their kitchen,” Lonny said as he drove. “Let me ask you, honey. Where are our tools that you gave them?”

“Not answering that,” I said, tapping my fingers on the door.

“That’s right! When they left, they took them!” Lonny said. “Let’s not forget their rugrats!”

“Okay, enough,” I stared at him. “You have made your point!”

“Oh, and what point is that?” Lonny asked. “That you are a ….”

“I am not a racist!”

“Never said you were, you are a hypocrite that see’s color!”

I took a deep breath. “Has nothing to do with his color!”

“Okay, name one reason why it was okay for Jason to speed up and down the roads, and not okay for Albert? I will wait.”

“I never said it was okay for Jason,” I told him. “It’s simply that there are more kids in the neighborhood now than there were when Jason and Vanessa lived there.”

“Liar!” Lonny said. “There are less kids, most of the kids that were living there when Jason and Vanessa were there are now teenagers, and they are hardly any kids around, and I will prove it!”

“You don’t have to,” I said as we went through the gate of our community.

“I will slowly drive to our house, and you point out the number of kids playing, ready?” Lonny said.

I looked and hoped that one of the neighbor’s kids would come out of their houses. “Nearly there,” Lonny said as we turned the second corner. “I see our house,” Lonny said.

“Fine!” I yelled. “You are right, the kids have all grown up!”

“Thank you!” Lonny said. “Now can we drop the act?”

“I am not a racist!” I said as I got out of the car as we parked. “I just think he should obey the rules like everyone else!”

“Everyone?” I asked as a vehicle sped past our house at the right time. “That’s Kevin’s new truck, the one you said looked awesome and sounds great, are you going to tell him to slow down.”

“Hey Madeline, Hey Lonny!” Kevin said as he parked his truck.

“Madeline wants to tell you something,” Lonny said as he started to take the groceries inside.

I stared at Lonny and then turned to Kevin as he stood a few feet away in his driveway. “I was just telling Lonny that there are too many people speeding in the roads, we have kids and elderly people that might walk out.”

“There are speed bumps everywhere,” Kevin said. “And what kids, the youngest kids are on the other side of the community, and elderly people? You and Lonny are the oldest couple on this street.”

“What’s going on?” Francine asked as she came out of the house.

I hated that the houses were so close together. She probably heard me talking to her husband.

“Madeline says everyone should not speed because of kids and the elderly,” Kevin said.

“Not this again!” Francine shook her head. “She is just saying that because of Albert.”

“The black neighbor?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah, since he moved in, she’s been up in arms about his speeding,” Francine rolled her eyes.

“He speeds like a demon up and down!” I yelled.

“He has a charger, it has a loud engine, he isn’t speeding, it’s just loud!” Kevin said. “You didn’t have a problem when Jason did it!”

“That’s what I told her,” Lonny said as he came out to get more groceries.

“Look! You can still see the tire marks he left over a year ago!” Francine said as she pointed to the long black line that was in the road. “How about you complain to the HOA about that, and not his speeding!”

“What are we talking about?” Logan said, coming out of the other house.

“Madeline wants everyone to slow down because of the kids and the elderly,” Kevin said.

I was getting pissed off. “Look!” I shouted. “The speed limit clearly says fifteen, why is that so hard to comprehend?”

“You don’t do fifteen,” Logan said. “Especially when you come home from your friend’s house, and you’ve drank a few!”

“I am going inside,” I turned around.

Lonny was smiling as I came into the house. “Fuck you for starting that!”

“I told you, hypocrite!” Lonny yelled as I stormed up the stairs.

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The neighbors didn’t let it go, and soon, the HOA took down all the speeding signs. A few weeks later, new ones went up, which said twenty-five.

“Assholes!” I said as Kevin and his wife smiled at me when I returned home.

“See the new signs?” Kevin asked.

“Yes, I saw the new fucking signs,” I slammed my car door.

“What are you going to complain about next?” Francine asked, mocking me. “His window tints, or his music taste, or that he has too many tattoos?”

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her. “His music is too loud! I don’t need to hear what he is listening to in his car!”

“We don’t need to listen to your country music when you are outside in your yard!” Francine rebutted.

“Then don’t listen! It’s my yard!”

“It’s his car! You don’t have to listen!”

As if he heard us, Albert came out of his house. “It’s okay Francine, I am used to it,” Albert smiled. “Hi Madeline!”

“Albert,” I replied.

“I will turn down my music when I come into the community,” Albert said as he got in his car.

“You don’t have to buddy,” Kevin said. “She doesn’t, and we can hear her music from her car when she parks.”

“No you can’t!” I said.

“Turn on your car,” Francine folded her arms. She stared at me with a judgmental look.

“What?” I asked.

“You just got out so your phone is still Bluetooth attached, I will bet Jason Aldean’s Fly Over States is playing when you turn it on,” Francine looked at me. “I dare you!”

I looked at my phone, still sitting on the cradle in my car. I knew she was right. It was the last song playing, and I knew it would play the moment I turned the car on.

“Come on,” Francine said, “Prove me wrong and I won’t say another word.”

I stared back at her. I hated her blonde hair and pretty face and her liberal smirk as she stared at me. She knew she was right. I couldn’t turn it on without that song playing.

“Fine!” I yelled. “You are right!”

“Told you,” Kevin shook his head. “You play your music just as loud.”

I reached into my car and snatched my phone.

“Hypocrite!” Kevin said as I walked into my house.

Lonny was there in the living room. “Don’t say a fucking word!” I pointed at him.

“Didn’t think I needed to, but you do owe that boy an apology,” Lonny said.

I sighed as I sat down. “Still not a fucking racist!”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Lonny said, staring at the television.

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‘There he is,’ I thought as I looked across the grocery store and saw Albert shopping.

I stared at him for a while, and then I slowly approached him in the meat department.

“Hi Albert,” I said as I got close.

“Hey Madeline,” Albert smiled.

“Look,” I started. “I have been a real bitch to you since you moved in, and I wanted to apologize.”

“No need,” Albert shook his head. “Like I said I am used to it, so it’s all good.”

I shook my head again. “You shouldn’t be used to it, especially not where you live and not from your neighbor. I promise that I will try to do better. You should be able to come home and not expect that kind of behavior from your neighbor.”

“I would like that, but that’s the world we live in, so like I said used to it,” Albert said.

“Well, not anymore,” I said. “I will prove it. Like my daddy used to say put up or shut up,” I grinned. “Friends?”

I held out my hand.

“Friends,” he smiled.

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I turned over a new leaf, and after talking to Albert about his late-night friends and the loud music, he spoke to me about turning the music up when I drove past his house or the looks I gave his friends when they came over.

“Thanks again, Madeline,” Albert said as I was in his kitchen, showing him how I made my meatloaf.

“A grown man like you shouldn’t be buying no frozen meatloaf!” I shook my head. “It’s easier and better to make it yourself.”

“Much easier and it tastes better,” Albert said.

“Going to use the restroom,” I said.

I was looking for a towel to wash my hands when I pulled open one of the drawers and saw it.

“Holy crap!” I exclaimed.

A magnum condom still in the black and gold wrapping was staring back at me. “Yeah, right!” I laughed as I picked it up. “He wishes!”

I had been in the medical field for years before I retired. And I was still amazed at how much emphasis men put on the size of their cocks. There was no way a tall, skinny man like Albert was sporting a huge cock to be using a magnum condom.

I had to laugh and bring him down a few pegs.

“Albert?” I asked as I came out of the bathroom.

“Yes,” Albert said as he was making the sides for the meatloaf dinner.

I threw the condom on the counter. “Explain?” I smiled.

“Uh, it’s a condom,” Albert shrugged. “Better be safe than sorry.”

“I know it’s a condom, just because I haven’t used one in many years, doesn’t mean I don’t know what it is,” I grinned. “And I am glad you are using protection, but a magnum, really? What girl are you trying to impress by having that around?”

“Not trying to impress anyone,” Albert said. “It’s what I use.”

He had a serious look on his face.

“You are saying that you need to use that size?”

“It’s a bit small for me, but it’s the only one that nearly fits,” Albert shrugged. “Besides it’s old,” he said as he picked it up and threw it in the trash.

“Okay,” I stared at him. “Back up, it’s the only one that nearly fits, and it’s old?”

“Yeah, used to have to wear them when I was dating Becky, but that was when I first moved in. We broke up ages ago.”

“So, what about all the girls I see leaving here?” I asked.

“I take their photos for the internet,” Albert shrugged. “It’s my side hustle.”

“Side hustle?” I asked.

“Side job,” Albert explained. “Can I show you?”

“Please do,” I answered.

We walked upstairs and into what we used as a spare room in our house. Albert had a studio.

“This is nice!” I looked around at his little studio. “And these girls pay you?”

“Yeah, they like me taking their photos, or editing the ones they have on their profiles,” Albert shrugged. “Helps pay the bills.”

“I am impressed,” I smiled. “Might have you take some photos of me.”

“Would love to,” Albert said.

“I was joking!” I laughed.

“I wasn’t,” Albert said. “Whenever you want to, I will gladly take some photos of you for your husband.”

“Oh, no,” I shook my head. “Lonny and I are way past photos.”

“Oh, you guys got it like that, huh?”

“No,” I laughed. “We haven’t been together in that way for years!”

“Why not?” Albert asked as we walked down the stairs.

“A bit personal,” I answered.

“More personal than asking someone about the condoms they use?”

‘Damn he got me,’ I thought.

“Okay,” I said as I sat on his couch. “I have gotten bigger, all over and he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.”

I hadn’t said that to anyone, not even my best friend, but it was the truth. While I knew Lonny still loved me, he didn’t find me sexy or attractive since I gained all the weight.

“What about him?” Albert asked. “He is no Brad Pitt.”

“Oh no,” I laughed. “He sure isn’t.”

“Well, tell him to lose the weight and then you will,” Albert shrugged.

“He is always telling me not to be a hypocrite,” I smiled.

“There you go!” Albert laughed.

“I can’t wait for this conversation!” I grinned.

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That conversation didn’t go well. Lonny was not happy that I threw his own argument back in his face.

Lonny stormed out of the house and drove away when he couldn’t win the argument. I laughed again when he returned home and tried to give me excuses of why he hadn’t lost weight and why I should lose the weight first.

“You were right,” I laughed as I went over to Albert’s house. “He didn’t like it one bit!”

“I knew it,” Albert laughed. “But I want to show you something.”

“Okay,” I stood up and followed Albert up to his studio.

“After we talked the other day, I was going through some of the photos I have taken and I wanted to show you this,” Albert said as he sat at his computer.

“Wow, she looks nice!” I said, looking at a big woman in her underwear posing.

“I told you, big women can be sexy,” Albert smiled.

“Oh, but I am bigger than her!” I shook my head. “My tits alone are bigger than hers!”

“Tell you what,” Albert said. “Let me take some pictures of you and you tell me what you see.”

“Now?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Albert smiled.

I stared at the woman posing on the screen. “I am not getting naked!”

“Just like you are,” Albert said, pointing to the wall. “Pick a background.”

I thumbed through some of the settings on the camera and picked one. Albert made it appear on the white wall.

I stood in front of the wall and posed for some pictures.

“No way!” I laughed. “You edited them!”

“I did not, you saw me,” Albert said.

“That’s not how I look!”

“Want to do more?” Albert asked.

“Yes,” I smiled.

Albert clicked off more photos, and soon, I was getting riskier, bending over, showing cleavage.

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The next day, I returned to his studio in my swimsuit and posed for pictures. The next day, in a lingerie set I had bought for a Valentine’s surprise for Lonny but never wore it.

“Now, that one is my favorite!” Albert said as he looked at a picture of me on all fours on the floor, I was bent low to the ground with my ass up in the air.

“That one?” I asked, staring at me posing for the camera face down ass up. “Why?”

“Best of both worlds,” Albert laughed. “Huge amount of cleavage, and your ass looks perfect like that!”

“Lonny hates my ass the most,” I shook my head. “He says it has gotten too big!”

“No comment,” Albert shook his head.

“No, we agreed, always speak the truth around each other, so say it,” I stared at Albert.

“Just saying, an ass like that!” Albert said, pointing to the photo on his screen. “Damn!”

I blushed. “Just damn?” I asked.

“Well,” Albert said, then he smacked my ass hard.

“Fuck!” I grinned.

“That!” Albert said.

“You are so lucky I am married!” I shook my head.

“Why is that?” Albert asked.

“You smack a girls ass like that, you better be ready for the consequences,” I shook my head.

“What consequences?” Albert said.

“Oh, you are definitely pushing buttons, young man!” I shook my head as I started to walk away. “I am going to get changed!”

Albert pulled me back by my hips, and I fell onto his lap. His hands went straight to my breasts.

I was sitting on his lap, dressed in red lingerie, as he squeezed and played with my tits. “I am married,” I said almost in a whisper as I felt his hard cock press against my ass.

“Then tell me to stop,” Albert said as he pulled the cups of my bra down. My breasts were exposed, and he teased and squeezed my nipples.

I didn’t tell him to stop. “Go on tell me to stop and I will,” Albert said as one of his hands left my tits and went down my stomach.

I grabbed his roaming hand and put it between my legs. I was soaking wet, and I wanted to feel him touch me.

“I thought so,” Albert said, pushing his fingers inside me. “You want this don’t you!”

He took my hand and put it on his crotch.

“Fuck!” I said, feeling the largest cock I had ever felt.

I turned around and fell to my knees before him.

Albert took out his cock, it was magnificent, extremely long, and as I wrapped both hands around it, the girth made it nearly impossible for my fingers to wrap all the way around completely.

“I have never seen a cock this big!” I said as I jerked it up and down.

“I told you that condom wasn’t big enough,” Albert said.

“Nothing would be,” I marveled at the black cock before me.

I had to try and get this marvelous cock in my mouth.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and even then, it was barely fitting.

“Let me help you!” Albert said, grabbing the back of my head and pushing it down.

The cock was stretching my mouth, and it felt like my jaw would get unhinged by it. Albert started pushing my head down, and I felt his cock go further into my mouth and hit the back.

“Just a little more,” Albert said, using both hands to push my head down.

It was going down my throat; I never had such a huge thing in my mouth before, and my jaw felt on fire, like it was about to break off.

I pulled off it and gasped for air.

“My god!” I yelled as I stared at his cock coated with my saliva. “I felt every inch, everything, it felt like you were in my stomach!”

“I hadn’t even reached your throat,” Albert smiled. “Not yet anyway!”

I stared at his cock; part of me wanted to run away from it as fast as I could; the other part wanted it inside me in every hole, every position, and every day.

“Again!” I said as I opened my mouth.

It took a few tries, but eventually, Albert’s cock was buried deep into my mouth and down my throat; it felt like it was in my stomach. When he came inside my mouth, I couldn’t do anything but swallow all of it as he was shooting his cum down my throat. Albert held my head down on his cock until he finished cumming.

It felt like he had pumped a full gallon of cum directly into my stomach.

I went home after cheating on my husband.

After washing my mouth out and drinking water, I swore I would never do that again; it was just a one-time thing. That’s what I told myself, but just like before, I knew I was lying to myself.

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The very next day, I was back over Albert’s house.

“Holy fuck!” I screamed as Albert pushed his cock into me from behind.

“Fuck yes!” Albert yelled as he started to fuck me. “Oh fuck yes!”

He was slamming his huge cock into my cunt, stretching my walls as they squeezed his cock, his mammoth, veiny black cock.

Albert yanked on my hips as he pulled me back onto him.

“Fuck yes!” he said as he fucked me on the floor of his living room. “Didn’t think you would be enjoying my black cock, did you? You racist white bitch!”

“No, never!” I said, burying my head as Albert fucked me.

Albert smacked my ass hard as he pounded me hard. “This is my pussy now!” Albert said in triumph.

“All yours!” I yelled as his cock pummeled my insides.

I would never be the same after this cock was finished with me. I would never feel an average cock again; he was resizing my insides.

“Francine said you would fall for the black cock eventually!” Albert said.

That name brought me back to reality. “What!” I said, trying to lift my head.

“Nope, don’t move now!” Albert said, pushing my head back down. “She said all you needed was a taste, and you would be hooked just like her!”

“You fuck Francine!” I exclaimed.

“Every other Thursday,” Albert said.

“Fucking bitch!” I yelled. “I will show her!”

I started backing my ass up onto his cock. “No blondblonde-headedral bitch deserves a cock like this!” I shouted as I began to buck backward. “If she can fuck this cock, so can I!”

“Holy fuck!” Albert exclaimed as my large ass thumped back onto him.

“Sit the fuck down!” I said as I slowly stood up and pushed him down onto the couch. “I will show you how a real woman treats a cock!”

In moments I had Albert trying to stop me from bouncing on his cock like a pogo stick. “My cock!” I said as I bounced my big ass onto his cock. “My FUCKING COCK!” I yelled as I had his legs wide apart and bounced on his cock like no other woman had ever done.

“Does she ride your cock like this?” I asked as I grabbed his hands and put them on my tits.

“No,” Albert said.

“Does she have huge, massive tits like mine?”

“No!” Albert yelled as I bounced harder.

“How about a big fat ass like mine!”

“She has a small ass,” Albert said.

“So, who’s fucking cock is this!”

“It’s yours!” Albert said.

“You tell that bitch to back off!” I told him as he came inside me.

When he got hard again, I grabbed his cock in both hands and squeezed as hard as I could. “No more jerking off! No more Francine! No more other women! When you want to cum, or you want to fuck you call or text me! Do you understand!”

“Yes, I understand!” Albert nodded his head.

“My cock!” I said, circling its head with my tongue. “You want to cum again?”

“Yes,” Albert said.

“Yes, what?” I said, staring at him.

“Yes please,” Albert said.

“Good boy!” I said I sandwiched his cock between my tits and started tit fucking him. “When I want you hard, you better be ready!”

“Yes ma’am,” Albert smiled, watching his cock between my tits.

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And that was our new agreement. Francine was pissed at me for taking her black cock away from her, but there was a new Hispanic neighbor, and I saw her coming out of his house the other day, so I guess we are both happy.

Albert still gets to fuck his new cum dumpster in any hole and any way he wants, and I got to throw away all my toys because I have a bigger, longer, better one that is just a short walk away. As for Lonny, well, I bought him a new golf set for Christmas, and I also ignored the lipstick stains on his work shirts, so I guess we are both happy.

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