Blacked by the Upstairs Neighbor (Because I Know My Husband Will Hear Us‪)‬

The first time we overhear our new upstairs neighbor make love, it's exciting, and it leads to our own session. Soon, though, I start to feel like I'm being used. It's clear to me that my husband wants to be the black man upstairs, with a new woman almost every night. I'm incidental. A proxy.

And when I finally meet our handsome mystery man, I start to feel a certain longing. Especially, when I catch him checking me out. I can't help but think that my husband is cheating on me, emotionally. Maybe our neighbor and I can even the score!