He stopped and knocked on a non-descript metal door which might have been painted red a long time ago but now seemed vaguely brown in the dim light fr...m the parking lot. Looking over his shoulder, Marie saw that someone had scrawled the word "Erothèque" on the door in large, uneven block letters with a black marker.After a moment the door opened and Marie heard him say, "Hi Theo, thanks for waiting. You go ahead, I'll lock up." Marie cringed behind him for a moment, thinking she was about to be. His apartment had a nice view and I slipped off my coat. He joined me and I set down my glass kissing him again as his phone rang. He checked it and he smiled. I had settled into a very comfortable couch with my wine. “Your friends?” I asked. He nodded. They said they want to know what happens. He set down the phone and joined me. We kissed again and I felt his hands moving over me. After a few moments I paused. “David, would you mind if they joined us?” I said with my best angelic look. David. Reddy stopped kissing her and got in between Kavita’s legs. He placed both his hands on her hips. Before I could understand anything, I saw Reddy pulling my wife’s last piece of cloth off her legs, and Kavita lifted her ass to support him.Reddy folded Kavita’s legs on her shoulder, and now I knew that this stranger was going to fuck my wife. I saw Kavita’s legs stretched back to her shoulders, revealing her cleanly shaved pussy. Reddy placed his dick on Kavita’s pussy, and they both looked at. Even stranger is that sometimes reality can completely outdo imagination, so really, is it all that impossible that the imagination isn't simply a window to other worlds? To mind-bending concepts? Windows to the vastness of existence?Nay, I say. It isn't impossible. Everything is possible, even the possibility of everything being impossible is possible, after all, mysteries are simply added evidence to the fact that the human mind is limited, and to believe anything with all of your being other.