Part 4 I walked about the car show, looked at cars I was disinterested in, and talked to people I couldn’t care less about. I found a food stand and bought a cup of coffee. The rich aroma and dark roasted flavor helped calm my nerves a little.I thought about the woman whose husband shot himself. What unimaginable depths could cause someone to do that? Were they as loving as were before they began? I could hear the pain an...

For the remainder of the month, Zaleah let her pubic hair grow. When I asked her why, she said that Eddie liked for a full, bushy patch to be present above the vagina, and the rest to be shaved bare. She was going the day before to get a Brazilian wax done. The closer we got, the edgier she became. Our sex life had become more robust and animalistic. I think part of her unease was that there weren’t any more video chats w...

Over the course of the next week, we went over the references. Of the 85% of the people who called us back, 97% of the women gave a favorable review. And 76% of the men gave us a favorable opinion. I even talked to the man whom he had tossed out of the room. “Eddie’s an asshole,” he said. “But he goes above and beyond the expectations.” I hung my head. For some reason, I wasn’t liking Eddie as our top choice. “Did it piss...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a fantasy of watching my wife with someone else. Although, it can be quite tricky business bringing another human being into your relationship. Zaleah and I, (yes, she’s white) have always considered ourselves to be of the adventurous variety. She knew back in college that I was a skirt chaser, and I knew that she not only liked the cock, but the pussy, too. However, when the...