The Guy Next Door Is Nailing My Husband

By Jack Hornwood

Justin and Conrad's new neighbour Freddie is incredibly hot, but - as far as they can work out - pretty straight. Not that it matters anyway, because Justin and Conrad are completely monogamous.

But when Conrad and Freddie start working together to repair the fence between their gardens, it's not going to be long before Justin's discovers the fence isn't the only thing getting nailed. And when he catches his cheating husband in the act it turns out he's more than okay with becoming a cuckold.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Hornwood
• Release date: Mar 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215479681

Jack Hornwood

Jack Hornwood is a gay erotica writer from New Zealand.His writing focuses on m/m sex, in particular cuckolding, humiliation and other fetishes. His first book, Cole Got Cucked Hard, was released in May 2020.

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The Guy Next Door Is Nailing My Husband

THE GUY NEXT DOOR IS NAILING MY HUSBAND

JACK HORNWOOD

The Guy Next Door Is Nailing My Husband

By Jack Hornwood

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 979-8-21-547968-1

Copyright © 2023 Jack Hornwood

Written in Aotearoa

www.jackhornwood.com

THE GUY NEXT DOOR IS NAILING MY HUSBAND

I didn’t know it at the time, but from the day we first met Freddie my marriage was never going to be the same again.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and 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’s relevant to the story and 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 gently push the dog out of the way with the door to get it open. And as soon as I was outside the little monster was all over me, standing up with its front paws 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 started excitedly 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 to this new target for 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 yard on the other side. I peered over and through the foliage as best I could, but couldn’t