Ricky's POV
I stood in the open living room of the cliffside villa, the late afternoon sun pouring through the see-through glass walls, the Mediterranean sea glittering far below. My wife, Camilla, had barely set her bag down before she turned to face me and our son, Daniel. Her best friend Mara stood beside her, already smiling that sharp, knowing smile.
“New rules,” Camilla said, her voice calm and sure. “No limits. No shame. Only pleasure. Take off your clothes. Both of you. Now.”
Daniel hesitated for half a second. I didn’t. I pulled my shirt over my head, dropped my trousers, and stepped out of my shorts. Naked in front of the two women and my own son. Camilla’s eyes moved over me the way they always did when she decided I belonged to her completely. She pointed at the floor.
“Kne
