When we had first shifted to our home we had a couple who lived 2 houses down … they looked like a perfect couple. Both good looking … had good jobs… lovely house fancy car etc…. but all was not well behind closed doors
One Sunday evening around 7 the door bell kept ringing and while Sienna was in the kitchen getting some dinner ready I went to open the door. Standing there with a large suitcase was our neighbour Michelle. She had long black hair and her make up looked ruined like she had been crying or upset quite a bit. She asked if she could come in and I said sure.
She came in and we offered her a drink and all of us had some wine and she unloaded about her relationship with Tony who had told her he was not interested when she questioned him about why they weren’t getting intimate for the last couple months. She suspected he was cheating … I suspected he was gay or bi … there is no way a strait guy wouldn’t want to fuck Michelle 7 days a week… especially when she wanted it.