Rodrigo, at 42, led a life that, to any outsider, seemed the epitome of stability. Fifteen years of marriage to Solange, a woman who at 42 still turned heads wherever she went, a solid job as a financial manager, and a comfortable home in the suburbs.
My name is Julio. A normal guy in every sense physically, but very perverse and morbid when it comes to sex with my wife.My wife Mirian, beautiful, with a body blessed by genetics and polished in the gym, long dark brown hair, silky skin, hypersensitive breasts, and an ass to stop traffic.Besides loving each other deeply and being very happy, we have a terrible secret from those around us. As for me, in addition to dominating and subjugating her, I enjoy handing her over to others, both men and women.
It was the summer after I turned 29, and I’d just moved into a new apartment in the city with two old college friends who were still single and always up for trouble. One weekend in August, we threw a small housewarming party just a few close friends, music, drinks flowing freely. By midnight, most people had left, but three girls stayed behind: Lana, a curvy redhead I’d known since high school; Sarah, a petite blonde my roommate had been casually seeing; and Zoe, a tall brunette with an incredible body who’d come with one of the other guests.
It was a boring Wednesday night in the middle of January, and I was home alone, scrolling mindlessly on my phone while waiting for my late-night food order. I’m 28, single, and after a long week at work I just wanted to unwind with some takeout and a bottle of wine. Nothing exciting. Until the doorbell rang.