My best friend’s wife.
Josh and I had been best friends from way back in Jr. High when he moved to town. We lived close to a lake then and we spent a lot of our free time together fishing. We shared our first girl together. We were in tenth grade and she was a real slut, one grade below us. We both nailed her in Josh’s garage one Saturday afternoon. We still get together for some good fishing once in a while but can’t manage it as often as we did when we were kids. My name is Frank and I am twenty-three. Josh is the same age. I’m single and he married Joan about a year ago. She is twenty-one. It was a Friday evening about an hour before sunset and we were sitting on the bank …