Head’s back out to find a note.

She was disappointed when she saw he was gone. Abbey went back into the backyard, hoping that the man was still there. But packed into the hold in the fence was a crumpled piece of paper.

She pulled it out and unfurled it. ‘I’m Tyrone. It was nice to meet you. Give me a call sometime.’

It followed with his phone number.

She quickly went back inside and messaged George. ‘He left me his number.’

It was a few moments before she got a response, ‘So should I expect to come home to a hotwife?’

She shook her head, ‘Do you really think you would like to come home to sloppy seconds?’

‘I’m hard just thinking about it.’

‘You are terrible. You really want your wife to cheat on you?’ she asked as she was building up the confidence to contact Tyrone.

‘You would be fulfilling one of my wildest fantasies.’ That was all the reply that came.

‘So you really want you little white housewife to fuck the neighbour? To spread my legs for his black cock and let him have what I promised to only you?’ She sent that back to George and, while waiting for a reply, typed a message to Tyrone.

‘It was lovely to meet you too, Tyrone. I’m Abbey. Normally I only shake hands with a neighbour when I first meet them.’

As she waited to send it, she got a message back from George. ‘Always wanted a slut wife.’ That was all it said.

She flicked back over to the message she’d drafted to Tyrone and hit send.

It was only a few moments before her phone rang.

“Hey,” she answered.

“Hi, I thought it would be easier to talk than back and forth with messages and shit. Have to say, you might normally only shake someone’s hand, but I ain’t complaining.”

Abbey laughed, “Well, I would hope not. But I suppose you did only get a taste,” she said.

He laughed, “Nope, you got a taste. I’m still hanging out for one. Can I ask you bluntly? Why?”

Abbey bit her lip, “My husband and I have spoken about such things, and when I saw you, I thought, what the hey?”

“Your old man ain’t gonna be upset is he?” he asked back.