Surprises of Married Life

Well, I've been married for more than 17 years to a woman I love very much and I have two children with her, during this time we've experienced a lot of things together, things very different from the usual for an ordinary couple. To begin with I describe her, Capitú, she's 43 years old, she's a short brunette, with very nice breasts and an ass that would make anyone crazy, she's of black descent, she has light skin, but with beautiful black eyes. She's always been shy, she's never had big sexual fantasies, even so everything I'm going to tell you here sounds even more surprising. We've always had a relationship of good conversation, no secrets and all kinds of open topics between us. It's common to talk about songs we've received, or attractive people we've met at work or on the street, but we've never had any kind of open relationship or anything like that. Capitú worked in an office together with four other girls and a supervisor, they were all very close, I knew and spent a lot of time with everyone at parties and birthdays, the relationship between colleagues was normal. After our first child was born, we separated a little, nothing serious, just really got cold, the months passed and we had sex very little, but we always kept getting along well, we are very friends, she always talked about work, the things they talked about and the things that the colleagues were planning, the problems and the jokes, they had lunch together, sometimes a snack. She talked a lot about the supervisor, Carlos, about the craziness of his marriage and the things he passed and the courses he took, it sounded strange, but it was already usual for us that proximity of her work routine with our house. So one afternoon, she took a little longer than usual to arrive, she always left at 17:00, and she would arrive at home at 17:00 at the latest, but it was already after 18:40 that day when her car showed up in the garage. I was worried, I went to meet her assistant, she got off nervous to pick up the child, she had been nervously late. She came into the house, we arranged the baby's routine and when she took a nap, I asked her if something was wrong, why she had been so late (it was quite normal that the work was extended, I didn't think any evil). She said it was all right, but in three seconds looking at me started crying and apologizing. I didn't understand, I asked, sorry for what? She let go dry: - Carlos has kissed me... I asked her what she was talking about, and she told me that she had given him a ride to the parking lot where she was dropping him off because it was raining. They went there talking about everything and with him always praising her, saying that I was a lucky guy, because he thought she was special and such, when suddenly he kissed her with fright... I thought to myself, son of a bitch, took advantage of the friendship and pulled a shell, told her that if that's what happened, that's all right, that he was a coffeemaker, but she looked at me with tears flowing and said: - It wasn't just that. - Oh, my God, what do you mean, Capitu? - I kissed him too. My floor opened up, as she kissed it, I was being betrayed by the woman I trusted most in the world. - When he kissed me I pushed him, but he looked at me with such desire, it made me feel loved like I haven't been in a long time. - I just kissed him. I was late because I spent over an hour clinging to him like a teenage girl in a car. - But you gave him Capitu? You know I'm not like that, but it's been so fun sneaking around. - Forgive me, love, I don't want to ruin our marriage because of this. I asked, looking into her eyes: - Do you like him? - No, yeah, I don't know... I admire him, and I enjoy being admired, too, but I guess that's it. - You hate me, right? At that moment, in a fit of madness that I still can't explain, I took her hand and put it on my cane, which was drooling under my trousers. She rolled her eyes and asked me: - What's that? - What's that? - I don't know, I just know that I want you now, more than any other day... She smiled confusedly, but jumped into my lap and we made love right there on the floor, with her crawling over me, still in tears, but smiling. The next day, I got up early and went to make breakfast, then she came with her head down, very ashamed sat down at the table. While we ate I decided to break the silence: - So, what are we gonna do now? - I'm going to make it clear to him today that I'm married and nothing is going to happen between us... I thought about it for a while and commented: - But you enjoyed being with him? - Yes, but not because I like him, it was nice to be sung by a young guy and feel cold in the belly, but it was just the situation and nothing beyond that, it will not happen again, I promise you my love. - What if I let you have it, to try it out, just for fun, you'd spot it? No, I love you, I don't want another one. - I know that, but last night was great, wasn't it, and we made love like we haven't done in a long time, and I just think that if you're excited about the idea, - Are you mad, Bento? - No, just look... (I showed her my dick bursting my pants hard with that conversation) She laughed... - Did you enjoy knowing I betrayed you? Well, technically, you didn't cheat on me, it was just a few kisses and caresses, and besides, we agree on that, it's not cheating. She laughed and went to get dressed for work, and we never talked about it again. I worked later, had lunch, packed my things and left too, arrived at the company, took my place and started to work, the day went as normal, running as usual, around 17:00, I received the following message: - What you said this morning was serious? And I said yes, and I went back to work, and it was over an hour, and then during my break, I called her, and she answered, and hung up, and I thought it was weird, and I called again, and this time she answered excitedly, and she said, I can't talk right now. I'll call you back. It was another 20 minutes of waiting, where I was already thinking bullshit... The message came: - Can you talk? I'm worried about you. You touched my phone, it was her... - Hi, honey. Sorry I didn't pick up earlier. I couldn't talk to you at that time. We had a quick chat... - Where is Capitu? - I was a little late getting out and I gave my partner a ride, remember, I texted you warning you... - Is he in the car with you? I'm dropping him off in the parking lot, and I'm picking up the kids. I froze the spine on the spot, took a few seconds to digest, and I dropped one: Don't worry, honey. I'll see you at home. After endless hours of work where I could no longer develop any coordinated activity, I rushed home and when I got there I received the details of this ride. Capitú says that the time he sent me the message, he had asked her for a ride again <unk>like yesterday<unk>, with my affirmative answer, she smiled at him and said that they could surely repeat whenever he needed the ride... (no one had ever spoken, but she quickly let go...kkk). They then got into the car and she drove to the same place as the day before, where it was quieter and closer to his parking lot (but downtown, on the street). And then he's all over him, sticking his tongue in a kiss that makes her wet in no time, and in a snap of his fingers, he's got his whole hand inside my wife's blouse, clutching her breast as they kiss non-stop, like teenagers... The friend began to advance more and more on her, that not remembering our conversation, did not resist anything. He pulled up her skirt, pulled off her panties and tested with his fingers the moisture of the little grotto that for a decade only I visited. It was endless minutes of kissing, grabbing, with already two fingers searching as deep as possible inside her, who groaned contained (finally they were on the street). He pulled away for a moment, opened the zipper of his pants and smiled at her, who returning to the kisses, was now groping to find the boy's swinging cock (she told me and then I myself saw, that it was of considerable size). He pulled out of his underwear and with his delicate little fingers wrapped the body of the member beginning a slow-paced masturbation, sometimes interrupted by deeper fingers of him in his little face, the erection was very high, but she controlled it, for she did not intend to fuck there on the street. That's when I called, she asked and he hung up (so he answered and hung up, he couldn't move), then I called again and she answered, with his stick in her hand... punching him. She told me that at that moment, she got scared about the schedule and said she had to go, but he mumbled: - Are you going to leave me like this? That's when she had the most unexpected attitude for those who knew her intimately like me, Capitú lay down in the car seat, on the legs of the colleague, and began to suck the head of his dick willingly, to help him not to get that way... Then a problem arose, he warned that he would soon mock, and not knowing what to do, Capitú accelerated the movements, getting deeper and holding his head in his lap, the friend poured a lot of milk into his mouth. She contained everything inside, accidentally swallowed a little (but it was not the intention), opened the car door and spit the rest out in the corner of the street. When he called me, I was standing there with my mouth freshly mocked and my friend wiping his dick on my glove compartment napkins. I heard it all paralyzed... When I tried to fight back, she reached down and grabbed my dick, pulled it out of my pants... looked down at me and said, - Did you like being horny, love? I just nodded and mocked... for seconds, in her mouth, there... - Oh... honey he said he wants to fuck me, he can't wait and I said whenever he wants, now it's just him asking... I didn't have an answer and she went to the bathroom...