The Guy Next Door is Banging Your Husband: Part 1 (Patreon)

Hi guys, here's the first part of my next story. This is the story idea that got the most votes in my poll a little while back, so I figured I'd make a start on this one first.

From the day we first met Freddie my marriage was never going to be the same again.

I was reading a book in the living room when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see a dog looking back at me through the glass of the french doors. That’s not Freddie, but bear with me because it’ll make sense in a minute. The dog was maybe about knee-height or a little less, with a messy brown-grey beard of fur and big brown questioning eyes. I didn’t know where it had come from; our house was set pretty far back from the road on a fairly big section of land, fenced on three sides — although the fencing wasn’t exactly in top notch condition — and the dog didn’t look familiar at all.

I set my book down and got up off the sofa. I could see the dog’s tail start wagging like a windscreen wiper on full as I approached it. The french doors open outward so I had to kind of push the dog out of the way just to open the door. And as soon as I was outside the little monster was all over me, front paws up on my thighs as it nuzzled me and angled for a pat.

“Hey, mate,” I said, giving the wiry hair on top of his head a tousle. “Where did you come from?” I gave the dog a nudge to get it off me, and it immediately started running circles around me on the patio. “Hey hun,” I called out to my husband. “Come take a look what I’ve found!”

A few seconds later Conrad was out on the patio with me, the dog’s attention immediately switching as he became the new target of its affection. “Hey, buddy!” Conrad said to the dog, crouching down to give it a good thorough pat. “You’re pretty friendly, aren’t you.” He looked up at me. “Where did he come from?”

I shrugged. “I just saw him standing out here.”

Conrad checked his collar. “He’s got a tag, no name or phone number though.”

“I guess we should go check with the neighbours?”

Conrad nodded. “Let me put some shoes on and I’ll come with you.” He disappeared into the house. With him gone the dog immediately went back to sniffing at me.

It was while I was standing there waiting for Conrad to return that I heard a voice coming from down the bottom of the garden. “Rocky! Rocky! Here boy!” The dog immediately pricked up its ears and bounded down towards the bottom of the garden and the sound of the voice. I followed, around the back of the house and across the lawn to where the answer to the mystery of Rocky’s origin was apparent. I was just in time to see the little dog squeeze through a little gap, just behind our apple tree, where a fence paling had come detached from the rest of the fence.

“There you are, bud,” I heard a man’s voice say.

The fence was only about chest-height but there was a bush mostly obscuring the garden on the other side. I peered over and through the foliage as best I could, but couldn’t see any sign of the dog or its owner. “Hi,” I called out.

The neighbour, who must have been crouched down, popped up. The sight took me by absolute surprise, because I hadn’t been expecting that the guy on the other side of the fence would have the body of a fucking god. Seriously. He was shirtless, and you could make out every single muscle on his flawless body. He looked strong enough to pick me up and throw me across my own yard if he wanted to. He looked like he was straight out of an action movie. Or straight out of porn. He was handsome, too. Tousled brown hair that skimmed the top of his ears, a jaw so chiseled you could practically cut yourself on it.

I think I must have just stood there, jaw agape, ogling the guy for a good couple of seconds. Eventually he spoke because I obviously wasn’t quite up to stringing a sentence together: “I guess you met Rocky then.”

I nodded, mentally pulling myself together. “Hey. Yeah. Wasn’t expecting to see him in our yard.”

“Hope he didn’t cause any trouble.”

“No, not at all. He’s a cute little guy.”

“He is, alright.” The guy paused. “Nice to meet you by the way. I’m Freddie.”

“Hey Freddie,” I replied. “I’m Justin.”

“Nice to meet you, man.” Freddie gestured down the line of the fence. “Come down to the other end where we don’t have to talk with a big bush in between us.”

I followed him down along the fence-line to where there were no trees or bushes on either side. I could get a better look at him now; he was wearing mid-length shorts and I could see his thick thigh muscles and calves. The guy obviously worked out. A lot. He reached out his hand over the fence and shook mine. “A proper introduction,” he said.

“So you just moved in recently?” I asked. I remembered the house had been up for sale a few months ago, but I’d never really thought much about the place since we didn’t share a street frontage and therefore never really encountered the inhabitants.

“Yeah,” he said. “About three weeks ago.” At that point Freddie looked past me and gave a nod. “Hey man, how’s it going,” he said. I turned to see that Conrad had found us.

“Hi,” Conrad replied, shaking the guy’s hand. “You must be the new neighbour. I’m Conrad.”

“Freddie. Nice to meet you.”

“So I’m guessing it was your dog that came over to say hi?”

Freddie looked down at the dog who was sniffing around in the undergrowth around his feet. “Yeah, this is Rocky.”

“He’s adorable,” Conrad told him. “Just the two of you in here?”

“Just a couple of bachelors,” he said, nodding. “I guess the little fella’s gone and found a hole in the fence that I’m gonna have to fix.”

Conrad looked up and down the rickety fence. “Yeah this thing’s seen better days. I figured it’d need replacing eventually, there’s always something more urgent though, you know?”

“Totally. Maybe we could team up on it some time, if you’re interested.”

“Yeah, that could work,” Conrad said. “In the meantime, Rocky’s welcome over here any time he manages to escape. Closest I’m ever going to come to being allowed a dog of my own, right?” He gave me a nudge as he said it, one of the many times he’d had a dig at my unwillingness to let him get a pet of any kind.

“Thanks, man,” Freddie replied. “Anyway, nice to meet you guys. We should catch up for a drink some time. Although right now I was just about to take this little guy for his W.A.L.K. So that hopefully he’ll be tired out enough that he’ll stop going exploring on his own.”

“See you,” we both said as Freddie took Rocky back towards his house. The two of us headed back into ours. As we walked, I said to Conrad in a hushed voice, “The new neighbour is hot, right?”

“Oh yeah,” he replied.

“Pity he’s straight.”

“You reckon?”

“Definite hetero vibe.”

Conrad looked skeptical. “Not that it matters either way, though, right?” The way he said it, and the way he looked at me as he did, it almost seemed like he was testing me, seeing if this time was the time I was going to concede that maybe we didn’t need to be strictly monogamous.

Instead I just replied, “Good point.”