This shit just doesn't happen in real life. When she finished the story, Kirstie placed the tablet on her lap. I'm sure she knew I could see her wet p...nties. She sat there for a minute just thinking before leaning over close to me."Did you really do all that? Did you let your wife do that with another man and out in the open on the beach? I have so many questions now." Like what, what do you want to know? That's what we are into. I love exposing her and sharing her with other men.It's so hot. “He fucks me every once in a while. He’s actually pretty good.”“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Why didn’t you ever say something? And here I thought we were, you know, kind of in a monogamous ... Oh shit, never mind. So you’ll help me?”Angela shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Sure. I can set it up for you. How’s Friday night sound?”It was now Wednesday morning. Tonight would have sounded better, but beggars can’t be choosers. “Friday sounds good,” I told her.I was sure the. Then I realized, my right hand palm was sandwiched between bed and Chanda’s right breast.A shock wave went through my spine. I was dumb stuck then to remove my hand. But as I gained my conscious I removed my hand from there. To my surprise, she did not protest. We behaved as if nothing happened. But that was the turning point of my life. The fire had ignited within me. Days passed & things were becoming normal.One fine afternoon. me & Chanda were alone at home as my family had gone out. While. I did not really want to hurt myself. I was in enough pain. I soon saw that I was with child. I grieved anew that I found no joy in it. I felt the child move within me and knew her to be a girl and I felt nothing. I was alone with my visions. When she was born, I gave her to my priestesses. I needed no more images to cause me pain. ‘What are we to call her,’ a priestess asked. I told them ‘Ishtar’ the Atlantean word for child. I did not look at her. My skin went dry like ancient paper, my.