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 with Eddie. That much, I was relieved of!
I had to brace myself for the inevitable.
Our flight to Nashville took about two hours. The nearly three and a half-hour drive to Pigeon Forge was almost more than I could take. At one point, she had opted for taking her leggings off and masturbating in the seat beside me. Pussy juices puddled in the floor mat and soaked the seat.
“Pull alongside this semi and honk the horn,” she said, moaning. “Hurry up! I’m about ready to squirt and I want him to see it!”
I hit the gas and pulled up beside him. It was an older man, probably in his fifties, bald with a patchy beard. I honked the horn and he looked down. With her right leg draped out the window, he got a bird’s eye view of her deep-knuckling her snatch three fingers wide. He, in turn, honked his horn and motioned for her to pull up her shirt.
Pulling up her shirt and bra, too, she jiggled her tits. The trucker motioned for us to take the next exit, and I sped away.
“Wasn’t that hot?!” she cried.
“Yeah,” I responded icily.
“What? What’s wrong?” Zaleah asked putting her clothes back on.
“Nothing. It’s nothing,” I said.
“Okay. Well, if it’s nothing, then do you mind slowing down? You’re doing ninety!”
I took my foot off the accelerant and loosened my grip on the wheel.
“Are you mad about something?” she asked with a look of concern.
“No…well, no. Forget it.”
“I can’t forget it. What?”
“It’s just that…we went into this with the agreement that you would have sex with someone else, I would have sex with someone else. And so far, you’re the only one that’s going to be having sex! I can’t talk to you, I can’t touch you, I can’t play with myself-I can’t do a fucking thing!”
“Do you not want me to have sex with Eddie?”
“What difference does it make of what I want, huh? No. Go ahead! Have sex with! Fuck him! Fuck him until your heart’s content!”
Zaleah fell silent the rest of the way. When we got to the house we rented, Zaleah ran upstairs to clean up and change.
“How do I look?” she asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs and spinning around.
“Beautiful,” I said. She was wearing a new pair of leggings, knee-high boots, and a pink, low-cut sweater.
“Is that what you’re wearing?”
“I’m not the one having sex, remember?” I said walking to the door.
We spent the first couple of hours walking about Pigeon Forge, taking in what sights we could. Creating small talk, we were able to diffuse some of the tension between us. Stopping off at a restaurant, I ordered something light.
“Baby, I just-“
“Don’t,” I interrupted her. “It’s too late to turn back now. It’s gonna happen.”
She nodded her head and we fell into more silence.
We got to the car show shortly before dark and found Eddie and his ’67 Chevy Impala close to the back. He was cordial with me and kissed Zaleah on the cheek.
“You look ravishing!” he said, cupping her breasts. “I’m going to kiss you know. Is that okay?”
She nodded her head and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Blood pumped to my dick as I scanned the crowd. No one seemed to be paying attention. Not being sure as to whether or not I was allowed to speak, I remained silent.
“Wew!” Zaleah fanned her face as they stepped away from each other. “So, um, where are we gonna, you know, do this?”
Eddie tapped the hood of his car and said, “right here.”
“On the hood?” she asked, giddy with excitement.
“No, silly. In the backseat.”
“Won’t people see us?”
“Not after it gets dark. It’ll be getting chilly soon and people will be less apt to walk all the way back here.”
“You seem pretty sure of that,” I said.
“I’ve fucked many a wife in that backseat, Derrick, while being here. I know what I’m talking about. Why don’t you leave Zaleah to me and take a walk and admire the cars? We will text you when we’re getting ready to start.”
Zaleah gave me a bashful grin as I walked away. All the men were right: Eddie was an asshole. The sun was setting just beyond the mountains. In a little while, he would be fucking my wife.