Safiro's wife, a picture of wholesome domesticity, harbors a secret life, a sordid tale of infidelity she's desperate to share. In the sultry heat of the afternoon, she confesses her transgressions to the camera, her voice a husky whisper. She tells of the strangers she's taken, the places she's fucked, the depraved acts she's committed. Her hands roam her body, mimicking the touches of her lovers, her breath hitching as she recalls the thrill of being someone else's whore. She's Safiro's wife in name only; in truth, she belongs to every man who's had her.