I always see my neighbor’s wife sniffing my boxers, hiding and putting her hand inside her skịrt, anytime I dry my boxers on the general rope.

Five minutes passed but nothing happened. Ten minutes, still nothing. I was about to give up and pick it up when suddenly, her door slowly flew open.

Mummy Joy poked her head out, she looked left and right. The compound was completely silent, everybody else had gone to work.

She stepped out, wearing a loose gown.

Her eyes immediately locked onto my black boxers on the floor. I held my breath behind the water tank. Would she kick it away? Would she knock on my door to return it?

No.

She slowly bent down and picked it up with both hands, she didn’t stand up immediately. Still there in the open, she brought the material to her face and inhaled so deeply I could hear her from where I was hiding.

Then, she did the unthinkable.

Right there in the open compound, she puIIed her gọwn all the way up to her walst. She grabbed my boxers, closed her eyes tightly, and started using it to rub her Iegs, grọaning softly.

My heart was beating so loud I thought she would hear it. This was pure mådness. In the open compound… In broad daylight!

She was so carried away, that she didn’t hear the sound of the main gate swinging open.

It was Bro Kola– her husband, he had come back home unexpectedly.

Mummy Joy froze, her gown still puIIed up, my black boxers clutched tightly in her hand, right on her Iegs.

Bro Kola walked into the compound and in a split second, she jumped up, shoved my black boxers straight down her blouse and quickly dropped her gown.

But she was too rushed, half of my boxers was still hanging from the top of her dress, right in front of her chest.

Bro Kola stared at her, confused and suspicious. He took a slow step forward.

“Joy,” he said, pointing at her chest. “What is that black thing hanging out of your dress?”

To be continued…