Good neighbor for threesome
Boyd, our neighbor, had stopped over to return our paint sprayer. My wife Anna and I were joking with him about “honey-do” lists. His wife was traveling for the weekend and he was happy to have his one chore done and be able to relax.
I noticed Boyd eyeing my wife; checking out her finer points as we all chatted – I could hardly blame him, and it certainly wasn’t the first time. She was wearing a tight-fitting black sweater and a grey skirt that, while not very short, wa...