Life had been crazy since the events of the last chapter. Some of that craziness involved the triangle between me, my wife, and the Barista. Last summer, the plan was for my wife and me to travel to Houston to visit my Barista. We had not come to a final decision on whether I would give her another child. We had not decided if sex would only be between the Barista and me or all three of us. We did know that something sexu...

This has been more difficult for me to write than I first imagined. I was not expecting the overwhelming response to my account of impregnating the barista at my local coffee shop. Many people have asked whether I am still with my wife and if she knows. I eventually told my wife. This is my account of what happened. My wife and I were going through marriage counseling (something I never thought I would do) prior to this h...

It started off innocently enough. I would frequent the shop because it had a good cup and it was quiet so I could get some coding done away from home. We would have little conversations at the counter and she was a sweet girl, struggling a bit financially so I would always tip well. I’d give her some advice from time to time if she was having a rough patch. She called me her “work daddy” jokingly and eventually she just s...