A windy Friday evening

On the drive home the wind howls between buildings. Bits of litter tumble across the road like sprinting rabbits. Lean urban trees sway and dip in unison. The weather has been nothing but sunny heat for weeks, so I get excited at the drama of it.

I give Lewis a brief call as I enter the building to verify that we can still find time to hang on Sunday after he gets back from his dad's house. He shows no enthusiasm for the trip, but he sounds too busy to actually get worked up about it anymore, either. Maybe he is growing past his old resentments. I wonder if I can.

I get to my apartment and open the door, I see a note on the floor. It is a folded piece of white paper. I open it.

Anonymous stranger,

I want to get laid before my husband gets home. Knock twice if you can meet at Rudolf's at 8 pm.

A horny housewife.

This has to be neighbor hottie. I walk to the bedroom wall. There is soft music playing in their apartment. Someone is home, hopefully not her husband. I knock twice. My heart beats a little harder as I hear bed springs creak, then a double knock reply. Oh yeah! It is ON! Fuck the resumé. I can do that tomorrow. I jump in the shower and think about the sexy redhead that is getting ready for me to fuck her just a few thin walls away. I edge myself a while, lathering up my cock and balls. I don't know what kind of agreements that she and her husband have come to, but her getting fucked by a stranger was his suggestion, and he will want to hear all the juicy details afterward. I think about what I can do tonight to make the story a little more interesting for him. I will meet her and act as if we had never met before, then start flirting...

I get a wild idea to spice up her story...that I think she would entertain for a little bit, but I don’t really know. And it’s fucking twisted. But I would need to spend more cash...