Chapter 1

Victim Number One: Silvia Fanti

Milano, Italy. Tuesday evening, 6:00 PM.

Silvia Fanti is sitting in the back seat of a limousine taxi on her way home. Forty-five years old, still good-looking and in shape, Silvia looks ten years younger.

Looking out the window, staring at the rising artificial lights of the approaching evening, she smiles as her mind wanders back over the last three hours spent with her lover, Mauro. There is a feeling of warmth, emptiness, and a little soreness down in her well-fucked pussy.

Mauro is young, fifteen years younger than Silvia. Best of all, his dick is big, thick, at least three inches longer than her husband’s average 6-inch cock, and quite a bit thicker. His stamina is unmatched by any other man she has had sex with before: maybe it’s his daily workout, or maybe it’s just good genetics. Silvia still feels the strength of his cock pounding deep in her pussy and ass, and the intoxicating aroma of his cum when he unloads his big balls deep inside her throat.

Mauro is Silvia’s personal trainer at the exclusive gym facility where she stops twice a week, usually on Mondays and Thursdays, in the early afternoon.

They met eight months ago when Mauro joined the personal trainers’ team after coming from another town. Silvia, like most of the girls and women working out at the gym, immediately noticed this young, tall, handsome guy. Even better, they all noted the impressive, well-shaped bulge beneath his tight sweatpants.

After a couple of weeks, she booked him as her new personal trainer, and it took her less than two months to accept an invitation to his apartment, within walking distance from the gym, and lie naked on Mauro’s bed, her legs spread wide and eager to accept that big, manly cock. When he pounded her for that first time, his cock hitting places never reached before, it drove her from orgasm to orgasm to a blissful state. Silvia knew that she was already addicted.

Silvia is now headed to her penthouse apartment in one of the city’s best skyscrapers, where she lives with her husband, Giorgio.

She has been married for 23 years and is the mother of a 21-year-old daughter, Sara. Giorgio is a successful architect involved in numerous projects worldwide, and his job keeps him very busy with ongoing contracts.

When they engaged and married, Silvia really loved Giorgio. They met during university, when she was studying Italian Literature, and got married a year after Giorgio’s master’s degree.

In the beginning, money was tight, and they lived in a small one-bedroom apartment while Silvia earned her degree and started working as a substitute teacher at a local high school. Two years later, they became a family when Sara was born.

In the meantime, Giorgio’s projects attracted attention from major construction companies; he was involved in some of the most successful projects in town, and his name became famous first in Italy, then all around the world.

Money arrived, and he now owns a large studio employing a good number of talented architects and engineers. They moved into a larger apartment and, finally, ten years ago, into the penthouse of one of the best and most exclusive buildings Giorgio had created in the city.

Silvia chose to be a stay-at-home mother, caring for her daughter, Sara. They had a close bond, almost more like that of girlfriends than of mother and daughter. Two years ago, Sara left Milano for Paris, where she is now studying Literature at the Sorbonne, following in her mother’s footsteps.

Thinking back, Silvia admits to herself that Giorgio has been a great husband and a good father over the years, and she will always respect that, but now she asks herself whether ‘love’ is still the feeling she has for him. Giorgio’s hard work and long journeys seem to have built a sort of barrier between them. That became even harder to bear after Sara left home to attend university in Paris. Her departure dug a big hole in her life that couldn’t be filled by the little time spent with Giorgio.

To be honest, Giorgio always insisted that she join him on his work trips, especially after Sara left home. She tried a couple of times, but she didn’t like spending long days alone in a hotel room in a foreign country while her husband was in meetings all day, so she gave up.

As a consequence, their marital sex life faded completely to a once-a-month fast fuck, and sometimes even less if Giorgio was away.

She found herself alone, still needing an active sex life that Giorgio wasn’t there to provide. She tried some toys, but they never really gave her what she needed. She wanted the feeling of a body taking her, exchanging fluids, kissing, skin to skin. So, after some internal struggle and listening to advice from a few of her girlfriends, she started booking special performances from a very exclusive and discreet male escort service. About every other week, only when Giorgio was away on business, she would spend a full night with one of these handsome guys, a different one every time, filling her need for good sex. She never met them in public places, always requesting secure and private apartments.