Being a Good Neighbor - Part II - Sex Stories

Being a Good Neighbor - Part II

Donna had called, Becca, my wife to report that the showerhead in her shower had fallen off. Becca quickly dispatched me next door to help fix the issue, because I was such a great handyman. I knew instinctively, before I even showed up next door, what the real deal problem was. Donna’s husband was gone on an extended business trip and Donna was wanting more than her shower knob fixed. I knocked on the door. I could see Donna approaching, wrapped in a terry-cloth towel, her hair dripping wet. Donna opened the front door and smiled. “The shower is still on and this happens,” she remarked, holding out her hand, and showing me the shower knob. I headed for the master bath, Donna following me. I opened the shower stall door and slipped the knob over the brass fitting and attempted to turn it. The knob spun in my hand. I looked at Donna, who was standing behind me, smiling. “Where is the set screw?” I asked. “The what?” Donna shot back. “The set screw,” I inquired. Donna didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about, so I did my best to explain to her what a set screw was and how it held the shower knob in place. Donna said she had no idea where the set screw was located. “I might have one in my tool box,” I remarked. I headed back next door. Becca was still in the kitchen, cooking as I walked through towards our garage. “Did you get it fixed?” Becca asked. “No,” I replied, I need a set screw.” “What’s a set screw?” Becca asked. “It hold the knob in place so they you can ...

... turn the water on and off,” I replied. “Do you have one?” Becca asked. “I think I do, but if not, I know that Home Depot does,” I replied. I rummaged through my screw box and found several screws hat I was sure would do the job. I rushed back next door, screw driver and set screws in hand. None of them worked. I looked at Donna and apologized. I headed out to the outside meter and shut off the water to the house, as Donna rummaged through her refrigerator. I stepped back in and explained that the water would have to stay off for the evening, since the hardware store was probably already closed. Donna was not too pleased. “How do I cook with no water?” she asked. I took a deep breath and called Becca. “Donna is coming for dinner,” I told Becca, explaining the predicament. Becca was perfectly fine with the invitation. Donna gave me a hug and thanked me for the kindness. “I don’t know how to repay you,” she remarked. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” I replied, proffering a wink. I retreated back to the house. Donna came over after about an hour.. The three of us sat and enjoyed a nice dinner together on our patio. As was our custom, I popped open a bottle of Lambrusco after dinner and invited Donna to join Becca and I for some drinks. At first, Donna declined, but Becca insisted. We chatted about everything possible. Somehow, we got on the topic of sexual fantasies and Becca disclosed my fantasy of wanting to participate in a threesome. “So what’s stopping you?” Donna ...