Clara looked at herself in the mirror once more, running her fingers over the small wrinkles that were beginning to appear on her face. At thirty-five, she was no longer the young woman she had once been, and every day her reflection reminded her of the passage of time. She had tried everything: creams, treatments, even injections that promised to rejuvenate her, but nothing restored her lost youth.
What I'm about to tell you isn't a fictional story; it happened in reality. Although my 25-year marriage was going smoothly, sexually, it was as cold as Siberia. My wife and I maintained only formal dialogue, for public consumption. In bed, we rarely had any kind of contact, such was the disinterest on both sides. Our sex life prior to this period was quite conventional. Although we had sex fairly frequently, we didn't engage in more daring practices. Oral sex was as conventional as it gets, and anal sex was out of the question. It was missionary sex with very few variations. Despite everything, I never imagined my wife would cheat on me. It didn't seem like her. She didn't display any traits of a fiery, sex-hungry woman.
I arrived at the hotel entrance and soon received your message on WhatsApp with the room number. I called the elevator and got off on the floor I wanted, and when I got to the door I knocked twice. I didn't wait long, because the door opened. First time we'd met... You tried to hug me... I stopped you.If you want me to stop, just say "blue" until that moment happens, and I'll just do what you ask.You nodded, bit your lip, lowering your head, but your eyes remained on me. I took a blindfold I had and placed it over your eyes. I took your hand and led you to the bed."First of all, take off your dress," I ordered, proudly, but without being abrupt.