” “Smart? That was a joke, girls. What, was I right? You’re grandmother’s name is Betty?” Dee Dee said “No, her name wasn’t Betty. Betty...was her sister. Grandmamma’s name was Barb.” “I get the picture. And her mother’s name was Andrea, right?” “No, her mother’s name was Annie. Andrea was her sister.” “Did I say you girls were too weird? Weird isn’t weird enough to describe you. So who came before Annie, then? We’re running out of alphabet here.” Dee Dee looked like she had made a decision. She. I had just turned 19 at that time. I felt more comfortable in my new neighborhood than ever before, epically because of the friendly environment that the neighborhood had shown to us. Many of our new neighbors had stopped by to welcome us to the neighborhood. But one person, in particular, intrigued me more than anyone else had before.Her name was Rakhi. She had been living in the house next door to our new house for over 15 years. She, unfortunately, had lost her husband two years ago. She had. I decided that I was going to sit in the sauna to clear my head and think, even though that struck me as contradictory.I adjusted the sauna temperature and went back to my room to undress. I put my robe on and walked back down the hall to the master bathroom, hung up my robe, and went into the sauna. I ladled my usual amount of water onto the rocks and was rewarded with hissing as steam quickly filled the room. I sat down, closed my eyes, and leaned back. I breathed deeply and allowed the steam. . All I could do was think of the pleasure on my husband's face, the thrill I had got and the electricity still surging through me. I had gone further than I had expected and had loved it. I had acted the slut for him and others, letting them all see how turned on I was and how good a slut wife I was for my husband. All I wanted was to feel his hand on my leg, his lips on mine and I would gladly fuck him in the car, something he had tried before but I had resisted so he had never tried again..