Chapter 1

Annette herself offered her husband an “erotic show” so he could get some release on his business trip. It was unexpected, nothing like her -- because before, even begging a sexy photo out of his beauty had been a whole ordeal for Yuri.

But Anna was changing. Before, sex had been more of a concession to her husband. Something pleasant, sure, but hardly necessary. Now a hunger had appeared in her -- desire, a pull toward it. She came to intimacy with enthusiasm. Even at a distance, which, in her case, had once seemed impossible.

After seeing the second penis in Omar’s photo, Yuri couldn’t settle anywhere inside himself. The branch-city began to feel like a prison, a kind of hell from which he watched his wife’s fall. Only do you get pleasure in hell? Hm ... some pleasures look too much like torture.

At the appointed hour Yuri stared into his laptop screen. Annette had put playful ears on her head and some fantastic lingerie. With a jolt of tension Yuri thought she’d never had lingerie like that before. Was she saving it for a special occasion -- or had she bought it for someone else?

Annette had already peeled off her stockings, and the harness left without a job made a shameless, sexy frame around her femininity.

Most astonishing of all was the bra -- open-cup, almost a joke. The Annette he used to know would have snorted at the sight of such a thing and said it was for whores.

“Well then, wife ... I suppose this is our second first meeting,” Yuri thought, masturbating for the camera.

Annette’s seriousness unsettled him. You don’t put on a sexy show for your husband with a face like that. With a face like that, you betray. Though there was something else that look could mean, too. Yuri knew his wife’s hidden arrogance well. Behind the charming golden facade lived contempt for ordinary human beings. And now Annette was looking at him the way she looked at everyone else.