Anal

When Arturo asked me to turn around, I understood what he wanted. The most disturbing thing was realizing I couldn’t say no either.

The package arrived on a Tuesday. I held it in my hands without opening it for ten minutes, knowing that once I did, there’d be no turning back.

He was the protective father, the faithful husband, the kind of man who rejected anything outside the norm. Until that night at the country house.

I locked the door, lowered the blind, and promised myself there would be no limits tonight. I’d waited too long to discover that pleasure.

When the two neighbors from downstairs knocked on my door with a bottle of wine, I’d been alone in the house for ten days with a body in a state that was anything but calm.

We’d been exchanging emails with Valeria for weeks. She wanted force and pressure. When she saw us pull up on our bikes, she knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.

Claudia showed up at her son’s place not knowing we were waiting. Work uniform, tired eyes. No one prepared her for what was coming.

We had spent three months coordinating every detail. When Diego opened the door and I saw his mother behind him, I knew there was no turning back for any of us four.

It was late, we were alone at home, and Mom began talking about something she never should have told us. By the time I wanted to stop her, I no longer wanted her to stop.

We lived in the same apartment, naked, unable to touch each other. He looked at me as if he meant to devour me. A month of abstinence before he earned it.

Rodrigo watched my ass in the office every day without daring to do anything. Until I read what his wife thought of me and decided she was right.

I’d spent weeks wanting a body all to myself, without whims or a will of its own. The complex had exactly what I was looking for. I only had to choose carefully.

When my mother called to say she’d be alone that weekend, I had no idea what she had planned for me that night.

Under the shower, her fingers finished what he had started in that room. And she knew three days would not be enough.

She trained two slaves for months until they broke. When the buyer arrived, she had no idea the collar fit her neck perfectly.

When Mateo came out of the water in soaked trunks, I knew my wife wouldn’t let that afternoon pass without biting into something that didn’t belong to her.

For years I kept my backpack in the car with all my lingerie inside, just in case. That Thursday, the moment finally came.

When my husband shut the door at three and found me in the kitchen with tea between my fingers and black lace clinging to my body, I knew he wouldn’t stay silent.

Four envelopes of money, four gifts on the table. Valentina knew exactly what she was worth, and that night they were going to prove it.

When I saw his name on the screen, my stomach clenched. Two weeks remembering his mouth and his hands, and there he was again, as if nothing had happened.