As the evening rolled around I got ready for my date with Marisa. Dressing nicely I was going to leave early to make sure I was there on time. Checking myself one last time in the wall mirror I opened my front door. Just as I was about to step outside I saw my wife’s car pulling up into the parking lot. As quickly as I could I slammed it shut making sure she hadn’t seen me. Why was she here? I rushed over to my kitchen window peering out through the blinds. I saw my wife step out of her car; man did she look good. Wearing light make-up that only enhanced her looks. A pair of low heeled black pumps, white stockings, and a nice sleeveless black dress that showed some cleavage that went down to her lower thighs showing off some of her nice legs.
She headed right over towards Jerome’s place. I could hear his door open then close again as he let her in. Right away I ran out the back door of my apartment to see what was happening. Darting to his patio I peered around the wooden partition into his living room. I could see Jerome standing by his front door but not my wife. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that fit so tight you could see almost everything he has. In less than a minute Marisa walked over coming from the bedroom with her cell phone in hand. She had mentioned she left in some where by mistake last time we spoke; must have forgotten it there during her recent visit. Jerome said something of which she seemed to disagree with. As she moved to the door to leave he blocked the way. He was again asking her something which she shook her head no to as she lifted her wrist pointing towards her watch. I guess trying to say she didn’t have time. Jerome then moved out of her way. I figured he was going to let her leave but how wrong I was.