Night Of The Dark Horse
"Fuck yeah, fresh white meat!" It started like any other Saturday. My husband Jim and I were enjoying a lazy morning, sipping coffee and catching up on the news, when the phone buzzed. It was a call from an unknown number. My husband answered, and it was John, a man we had met a few months back at a local swingers' club. He was a friendly, unassuming fellow, always quick with a joke and a flirtatious wink. The call was brief but intriguing: "Hey, you t...