Sharing My Wife – Part 3
Philip was sweeping the floor of the restaurant where he worked when he finally heard a knock. He set the broom aside and quickly bounded across the room to open the door. (The previous story Sharing my wifeΒ – Part 2) My wife Amanda poked her head in and smiled. βHello, Philip. Sorry Iβm late, I got caught up in traffic.β The tall Asian man smiled at her. Philip was a shade over 6 feet, standing about 6 inches over Amanda. He had a wiry but muscular body, and always seemed to have a solemn expression on his face. Philip had … Read more