My husband does a lot of blowjobs.

This is the first time I've ever written an erotic story and it will probably be my last. In fact, I don't even know why I write this book. It seems to me that I really need to vent a little bit about myself. My sex life has been hell lately and writing helps clarify and organize some of my thoughts. My name is Fernanda, I'm 26 years old and live in São Paulo where I was born. My family gave me a very traditional religious upbringing. I always went to church and was really straightforward, studious and hardworking. However, I'm not a conservative practitioner of religion. She just provided me with a solid moral foundation and formed some principles that I will carry for the rest of my life. One of those principles is that I should get married as a virgin. That has always been clear in my mind. But deep down I have always thought that depending on the person, I could lose my virginity before marriage. My adolescence was extremely hectic. In spite of my education, I always went out to ballads a lot and always loved dancing, drinking moderately (to loosen up a bit) and meeting kittens. I never kissed more than one in the same night. But despite this, I confess that I kissed much as an adolescent. Me and my girlfriends were always given many songs when we left. We also had success at school. Of course it's slightly different because boys did not sing so frankly for us. We always received messages from older guys from the most advanced classes. I also got along with several older boys but never had the courage to tell them (those teenage things, everyone goes through it). I had two steady boyfriends, and both of them lasted about a year. The first was Antônio when I was 15 years old. He was 18 and he was a real freak. I cut off one fold to spend the date without having sex with him. But it was from that time on that I started realizing that men have too much horny in me. It was absolutely crazy for my body and did not get tired of praising me. After we became more complicit and intimate, he began calling me hot, his life's horn etc., etc.. At that time I also began to notice the malevolent looks of men on the street, and was deeply disturbed when I saw a man staring at me in the mall smoothing out his volume over my trousers. This kind of singing doesn't excite me; it disgusts me, but in this context all this means is: I was an extremely desired girl (woman). Any attempt to talk about myself will be suspicious. After all, I am the interested party. But since it has to be done...I think a lot of the attraction that men feel for me is because of my height and the fact that I'm chubby. My whole family is like this: my mother, sister, cousins. Everyone has an upturned ass. And I was no different. I confess that I really enjoy being like this, as I get no remorse from wearing bikinis and stretch pants (I love them; more on that later). This, combined with my height (1.79 m) and well-built thighs make me the kind of body a Brazilian would like. But despite this, what I love most about myself is my face: I have gotten my mother's fine features, blond hair and green eyes. The smile is from my father and I really like him (my smile), even though everyone says that I am slightly shy when it comes to smiling. And contrary to the saying who's got a big ass has small breasts and vice versa, I have very large boobs as well. A lot of people judge others by the way they dress. Of course it's impossible not to do that, but you can't be too radical. I really like wearing short skirts (not exaggerated), dresses, jeans (even though I have to wear more formal clothes for work). But my great passion is stretch pants. This type of trousers started being worn by women from the river (the so-called Gang pants), especially in the periphery. Then fashion spread. But I think because of the origin and segment who wore this clothing, many people still today are prejudiced (whorewear <unk> say) But I don't care, despite receiving that vulgar label, I have a great passion for this type of trousers. And it is not to provoke anyone. I simply think I look good in them and there you go. I am over 10 years old and do not intend to stop buying. As far as cleavages are concerned, I like wearing but nothing from those absurd cleavage some people wear around. This whole look of mine made Antônio crazy. He had a reverence for my butt. Didn't get tired of squeezing, nibbling and ..... did not let him do much more than that. So much insistence ended up rewarding the little nutcase. Once I went to the beach with him and the fact that I wore bikinis made him even crazier. We were staying in a house with some friends and at his first opportunity when we were alone he tried to advance the sign. It was putting its hand inside my pants grabbing my breasts and kissing me as if it was the last day of our lives. I took his hand from underneath, but let him squeeze my breasts. I have a very big boner in the breast and always had to resist that temptation not to let it go too far. But on this day I did. He noticed that I was calmer about it and didn't miss the turn: he pressed hard enough, went lifting up my shirt to see if I would leave and as I wouldn't interrupt him, he advanced more and more signally. He pulled off my shirt and saw me for the first time with bra. He said "Faith, you are so beautiful fulfilling your dream". I smiled and he was kissing my neck down, always testing me to see if I'd let go. He ended up ripping off my bra and for the first time ever showing a man my boobs. He went nuts, licked too much, bit very (but slowly) on the tip of my breasts which were pretty hard, kissed, bit my belly, did whatever he wanted. Now he couldn't complain that I just grabbed him. We rubbed each other real good but when he started trying to put his hand inside my pants, I said "That's enough". And that's where it stayed for the day, and our relationship didn't last very long because I realized he was putting too much emphasis on sex so I got tired of him wanting me to be treated better. For the next 3 years, I went through a lot of craziness. I also kissed a lot and dated many different men, had some more serious rolls, had strong hugs and even let another boy play with my breasts like Antônio did (the kid was very kitten so I couldn't resist). But neither allowed him to go any further than that. Only when I joined PUC at 17 years old have I gone beyond this level. The first periods were great as I attended several parties where I met millions of kittens and realized it really worked among men. Although I remained super disciplined in my studies, of course. I received invitations from all corners to go to parties and graduation ceremonies for every class and simply fell in love with Allan, a cat-like economics student. It was an abrupt passion. We got caught up in the administration and did not stop until we started dating about three months later. Despite such a hectic nightlife, we were both very studious and never got carried away by the craziness of college life. Needless to say, it didn't take long for him to try and move the signal with me too. He wasn't as crazy as Antônio but he also had a lot of fire! But he was more patient with me. It took several months before he grabbed my ass or touched my breasts. He was glazed in them and from the moment I let him take off my bra and play with it, he didn't want to stop. It always had a way of giving some very tasty licks on them and I confess that I loved. Soon, I let him take off my pants and look at me in his underwear. We sat for hours in my room listening to music and playing with each other. He insisted on it, he persisted and ended up that I saw his penis. It was the first time I had seen a man's sex. I wanted to see his one long ago but would never offer mine either. One day he took off his clothes and stood naked beneath the blanket and when I walked past his body I realized that he was nude without any panties. A handsome male specimen. Then in our games I averaged 20.5 cm by 4.5 cm in diameter. At first, I couldn't make him laugh. I didn't know how to punch his arm properly. It was super awkward in that pause. But he taught me. He insisted on himself continuing but I refused. I did not want to see this obscene scene (actually I wanted it, you know?) Only I got the way and one day we were sitting in bed with only my underwear, he naked, crazy for a hard-on, and I hit him until my arm hurt. He twisted and had fun long enough. My sheet became all dirty from sperm and ended up flying slightly into my thigh at waist level. It was a totally different feeling, and exciting to see someone making fun of you (even though I knew others had done it before but not in my presence). Soon after that episode, he started insisting on seeing my pussy because he wanted to make fun of me too. I was always crazy about being licked and sucked. I masturbated sometimes and always had many easy orgasms. It was very easy for me to have a good time and get lubricated in vain. But I didn't want to stop it; I thought this would go far enough. At this rate he would end up trying to penetrate me but the jokes continued and eventually he got what he wanted. One day he was super determined and, after I hit a nice one for him (it was the first time that he made fun of my breasts), he told me to get up. I stood in front of him and he violently pulled off my panties. He said: "Nossa, Fer, sorry to tell you, but you have a butt!!!" It was funny to imagine that big, thick penis inside of me. That day I realized my dream. I let him lick my vagina and had an unforgettable orgasm. He was so hungry it seemed like he hadn't eaten in days and I was the main dish served hot for him. He devoured me, biting my throat (carefully, of course), sucked a lot from my large lips, talked all the time "our love, can not believe this buzzer you have". For me it was also surprising. He would stick his tongue in as deeply as he could. Literally made love to my vagina with his language. It was too good. Looks like he had already sucked hundreds of women. The result was that I enjoyed very much enjoying myself in his mouth. Always whimpering when joking because my family couldn't ever hear, but on this day I ended up screaming: "Oh what a fun time!" That same day, after a few moments of having fun I said to Allan: "Love look at me. Look deep into my eyes". "Make love with me?" He was completely hallucinating. His cock hardened like never before and I was already lubricated. But he came very affectionately and attentively on top of me. He took his position, spoke some beautiful words and was about to start forcing the entrance. I would never sleep with Allan again. That same week, his best friend made out with me at a party. Of course I didn't accept it. And on top of that I told everything to Alan. He went for the satisfaction of my friend and he lied saying that I was the one who had insinuated myself into him. Allen believed in the tramp and trusted his friend more than the woman he said he loved. It took me a long time, but I turned the page and thought to myself: "He's an idiot. Even so, I wasn't the same. I started to study more and go out less; got an internship in my father's office with a colleague who was soon earning his own money. I felt better about myself, pursuing career paths and studied hard for graduation and law school exams. Of course I did not stop kissing on the mouth sometimes; also had some spankings but nothing too much. I began attending church more often and increasingly thought that I would get married as a virgin. At the age of 21, when I was entering my final year in college, I met Erik, a lawyer who had graduated from Campinas and came to work at the office where I was interning. He seemed very handsome and charming, but it never occurred to me that he would have anything with him. We got together, we became close co-workers and I started getting more interested in him because of his affectionate manner, intelligence (he was an excellent lawyer) and kindness. In addition, even though he wasn't God, he was really beautiful. The only problem is that he's much shorter than I am. I admit that I like tall men. But it wasn't a problem. He invited me to dinner one day and I accepted. It seemed he was very well off financially, because he took me in a beautiful car to an expensive bistro here in São Paulo. It wasn't an instant passion, but we hung out a few times and I was very attracted to him. Besides that he also went to church. He didn't talk much like me, but found this moral education really important. It was very different from the other dates. Not that oba-oba, because we both worked and I still went to college. We spent more time together on weekends. I started going to soccer games with him. He's a purple Palmeirense and I got tired of going to Palestra. The first time I went there as an idiot freshman, I made the foolish decision to go in short skirts because it was too hot. I think I took more singing that day than all my life. Besides, my boyfriend also had to endure one chorus: "Cute! I didn't know where to put my face, obviously". Compared to my other two boyfriends, he was the most sexually restrained. He was much more romantic than crazy. He always gave me flowers, kissed my arms, hands and neck. But I knew that he was holding back because by his own admission, he wasn't a virgin; he had already been with 2 women. When I told him I was a virgen, he didn't believe it: "How can one of those goddesses hold out?" I'm not going to talk too much about how I lost my virginity. But it ended up happening before the wedding, and I had a very strong feeling that I was getting married to him; even though it wasn't an intense relationship, it was almost perfect: no fighting, lots of understanding, friendship and no reason for breaking off -- I didn't see this coming at all, but I know Erik prepared himself well enough for it. He took me to Campos del Jordan where we spent one fabulous weekend together. The city is perfect. It feels like a fairy tale. He was extremely attentive. Maybe even too much, to the point where I lost my patience and thought: Go for it! I had already made out with him a few times and we'd been naked together so that I knew about my body and he knew about mine; he had lubricated me quite well with his tongue but never got around to making fun of me because he knows that my vagina gets more sensitive after an orgasm. So he climbed on top of me just as I was about to make fun. His penis is much smaller than Allan's, about 14cm and a lot thinner so I knew that penetration wasn't going to be difficult. Still I was nervous, and kept lifting my body up as if instinctively preventing him from penetrating but he grabbed me by putting his hands on top of my head and put slowly. It burned a little bit but it was easy mto went in quickly and I let go and enjoyed myself because the bullet point was already there. He had no condom (I use pill) but did not mock. Pulled inside and mocked at my stomach. He had a lot less fun than Allan, so I didn't get too dirty. I was very happy and fulfilled. I had lost my virginity to the man that I loved, who made me happy. A month later, when I was about to graduate from college, he took me out for dinner again at the same bistro we went to first time and asked me to marry him. My wedding party was beautiful. It was all perfect the way I'd always wanted it to be. The preparations, the church, my dress, my fiancé, even the priest. Rs. We immediately traveled into France where he had always wanted to take me. Really, it would have been a perfect honeymoon. My problems started happening on the first night we spent together in France. I was so excited, crazy to have a perfect wedding night. But he flirted with me. We got naked and began caressing each other but by the time it came time for us to see his penis had become as flaccid as an infant's belly of course I supported him but I felt terrible because no man has ever done that before. We stayed one week in France and we only managed to have sex twice. And on both occasions, we made love once. I confess that despite all my restraint, I like having sex at least three times a night. I've got lots of energy for it and the first time just never satisfies me. He explained himself by saying he was very anxious about marrying such a beautiful woman and feeling obligated to make everything right. I said I understood and believed this would pass. We moved back to Brazil in our new apartment, which had become very beautiful by the way and we started our married life. In general everything was fine, we were financially well, I'd gotten a good job at the office and it all went smoothly. Our sex life improved although nothing fantastic and he didn't browse more often during the two years that passed. The problem came again early last year when we spent Carnival in Salvador. There in Salvador I managed to take more songs than in Parque Antártica. I ended up wearing shorter clothes, because of the season and weather. And every time a man would pass by calling me "cute", a car honked its horn and I was scared to death about all that stuff. But I had even more cravings for my husband. I was crazy to have lots of sex! but he fucked four days in a row!! I'm not any nympho, I don't climb walls, but I get very excited with certain situations and this is one of them, but at Carnival I didn't fuck once. We were only having sex once or twice a week. It got to the point where by September, I hadn't slept at all. At best our life was going well, but this situation ruined a marriage. We never fought over it, but he often charged me for being cold and distant, but I was upset, didn't feel good about myself, thought that my man did not want me. But it was mysterious because I wasn't getting fatter (on the contrary, I became healed more due to gym) and men on the street kept singing to me, increasingly so. I love him, but it was pathetic to see that penis, which is no longer exactly big, still soft on top. It only hardened when I caressed it a lot, his mouth burst, but at the time of penetration he browbeat. He always made sure to make me laugh with my tongue and I also hit for him. But this way seemed like teenage dating. By the end of that year, in mid-October I started thinking to myself: "I don't deserve this. I am a beautiful woman and have a great body; it was not meant for me". It even crossed my mind to cheat on my husband. So I decided to tell my best friend Cynthia everything. We always confided in each other, but this was something that I didn't have the courage to tell her. But I couldn't stand it anymore when she told me about men who were hotter and with bigger dicks and harder than others. And what's worse is that all of these things are true because she's a beautiful woman. She also went to church and said it wasn't right for me to separate from my husband on those grounds - even more so since I loved him! But in the end, fate acted against my husband and my friend started encouraging me to betray him. And that's what ended up happening. I will continue later because this story is already huge. Sorry for being so big. My email address is [email protected]