I love my wife more who betrays me - 2

I'm Mar, and the story below was written with Andressa's husband who is a friend of mine.
Have a good read, everyone.
I 'm sorry , but we have to go .
Picking up right where we left off:
Andressa started telling me everything she'd ever done, and I was jealous of course but also getting more excited about it and falling in love with this woman who I didn't even know lived next door.
Many men in that situation would be fed up with life and stop loving their wives, saying they didn't know the woman they had lived so many years with. I on the other hand found out that his wife was exactly the same: The caring wife, the affectionate spouse, the loving mother were still there by my side. She just grew to harbor the silly whore any man could wish for.
And as she grew, so did the love I feel for her. A great woman deserves a lot of love and my love that was big became huge and continues to grow as our complicity grows.
Andressa was describing in great detail everything that had happened to her life over the past few months, and the excitement she gave me with all of her revelations and performances with me were simply fantastic.
She said that Val (her friend) was the most present person in her life after her father's death. Involved with inventory problems and successes of his business, together with brothers I lived on trips to the countryside and would run here in São Paulo to make up for lost time in business.
Val supported her wholeheartedly, taking her to hairdressers, beauticians, a spa... all while listening for her outbursts and skillfully guiding her into a new universe.
Val was the perfect person to cheer her up and bring her back into life. Always happy and satisfied with herself, she's a woman who looks forward; doesn't get attached to sad things that like anyone else must have happened in her life. She is one of those people who discovered that we are what makes our lives good or bad.
She told her many adventures and cases in a funny way, while Andressa who initially listened to it with some amazement but was discovering that there is indeed morality in sexual freedom.
One day my wife went to do a certain beauty treatment at Val's house and she even explained what it was, but I swear I didn't quite understand.
All I know is that she took a shower and then lay down in her friend's bed, completely naked on towels so the skin would dry naturally without rubbing against them.
When she woke up, she heard voices in the room and went to look wrapped in a towel taking care not to be seen.
First he saw the woman performing oral sex on his face and was enchanted. Of course, we'd seen porn together before. What couple has never done it? But professional porno films end up becoming idiotic after a while.
Who climbs into those positions, who gets turned on by these pathetic situations that are created just to connect one sex athletic scene with another - not to mention this idiotic mania of pulling your penis out at the last minute just to show off (and there's Muggles who think real women get turned on and write stories in which they ask for it).
The truth is that the oral sex she saw in movies didn't turn her on, but what she watched that day did.
It was on this day that she noticed (she didn't see, because the angle prevented it) that her friend paid a lot of attention to his ass while performing oral sex with him. One hand was in his butt and the other skillfully manipulated its bag. The guy raved and ended up making fun of Val's mouth. She did not drop any drops and gave a delicious kiss on the face, still having some cock in her mouth. Andressa knew about this because he said:
I never imagined myself kissing a girl's mouth full of shit, but with you I do that and it gives me a really big boner.
They kissed again and Val said to the guy:
My friend is sleeping in my bed, and she's gonna have a huge fright if she walks into this room and catches us like that.
They both got up, and she helped the guy get his clothes while Andressa ran into Val's room and lay back in bed pretending to be asleep.
In order to conceal the fact that she had risen and watched everything, my wife controlled her urge to close the door of the room in which she was. She left it wide open, believing that her friend would shut the door before he saw her lying there naked.
She laid her back against the door, trying to make it hard for Val's friend to see that she was awake.
Shit, Val... your friend's a hottie.
Without saying a word, her friend pushed him into the other room and they continued what they were doing. Torn between grief (this was Val's initial feeling for her) and the excitement that it had given her, my wife took advantage of their climb to get dressed without making any noise and leave the apartment. She said that despite being very hurt, she had to resist the urge to stay hidden watching her friend with his face as he walked upstairs from the guest bedroom door half open.
I was inside in those days. Andressa said that she did not answer Val's calls, turning off her cell phone every time he saw it was her who called. This grief lasted for three days and Andress confesses to crying because of the absence of Val.
Missing her friend so much, she decided to have a serious conversation with her and expose everything that had happened on the day, making clear the regrets that prevented her from answering the phone and avoiding conversations. She called her friend and invited her to go shopping for some snacks and having a serious talk.
I know what we're going to talk about, and the hallways of a shopping mall don't give us the privacy that we need.
Slightly annoyed at having allowed her friend to reverse the control of conversation, my wife agreed and went straight after lunch to Val's home where she was warmly greeted by a handkerchief.
Andressa told me that the two had developed a habit of bathing together, almost every day. They didn't roll anything between them; they just showered together and this gave them the intimacy necessary to create an approximation and tackle subjects which otherwise would not have been addressed. It was common for one person to apply cream on another's body, one to shave off her hair... This created a pleasant closeness between them. They ended up spending an entire afternoon together, completely naked, among conversations, teas, embraces ...
My wife walked in and Val was already tearing off the towel as I led her into the room, saying:
- I just got out of the shower. l've missed you so much these days! Having to take a bath alone again was not cool. You made me badly used, friend!
Seeing her friend walking naked in front of him broke down all the defenses and immediately erased my wife's sorrows. As she entered the room, she pulled her friend by the shoulder and hugged her tightly as she began to cry. Andressa cannot tell how long they stood there embracing each other without saying anything.
Andressa confessed to being frightened by what she was feeling at that moment, hugging her naked friend.
She apologized to me by confessing that she was feeling in love with her friend at the time, and didn't know how to handle it.
It was Val who broke the silence after a long time, and as we walked away from her but still hugged each other she began to unbutton my wife's blouse while saying:
- Let's take a shower.
- But you just got out of the shower now!
I don't know how to shower by myself anymore.
Andressa said that this was not the first time they had exchanged a token. It used to be their way of greeting each other or saying goodbye when alone, when no one really saw them; but now it caused her to experience an emotional whirlwind.
Turning Andressa's back to unbutton her bra, Val left my wife in her underwear and embraced her from behind kissing her neck as she stroked her breasts.
We are here, aren't we?
I can't live without our friendship.
It's not just friendship anymore, Dre.
Val licked my wife's tears and pulled her back against his body. The trembling of Andressa as she felt her breasts touching hers revealed what she was feeling. Knowing that he was hopelessly betrayed, Val drew him into the first kiss which was long, warm, wet, passionate.
It was the first time my wife had ever kissed another woman, and Val has been the only woman Andressa's kissed to this day.
The two of them went to the shower and entered it. They burst out laughing when they realized that my wife had gone into the bath without taking off her panties. The two didn't stop hugging each other or kissing all afternoon long, lying together naked and wet from bathing water and hotness; but they did not make love. They just flirted with one another naked in bed.
When they talked about the problem that had separated them in recent days, Val who just called her "Love" at the time said:
- I didn't mean to hurt you, love. Excuse me. They kissed gently right now. You know how I feel about the human body and nudity.
I'm not going to say that it offended me. I don't think that's the right word, but honestly... my wife thought for a while and said: "Let's forget about all this".
- All right, but first we have to make one thing very clear. - Val smiled with a silly face as she prepared to drop the bomb and kissed my wife deliciously before continuing:
To her surprise, my wife tried to dodge the question.
- The redness on his face, however, betrayed the truth.
- You saw us in the living room, and you went back to your bedroom when I told my friend that we should go into our guest rooms.
My wife even stammered an answer, but she didn't really know what to say.
- Don't say anything, love. I saw you in the reflection of that mirror behind the dining table. You stood there for a while watching everything we were doing. That is why I said it to my friend. It was an opportunity for you to decide what you would do: you could join us or hide. You did neither one thing nor another. You went into your room and sat there as if you wanted us to see you. I misinterpreted your gesture. Sorry.
Not knowing how to react, my wife fell silent and after a long silence between caresses and passionate kisses Val nudged her:
- If I ask you a question about that day, Love, would you answer with absolute sincerity? - To my wife's unspoken affirmation she continued nodding her head: "Didn't you feel even the slightest craving to know that my friend had seen you that day?" - Before Andressa answered, she still completed. - I won't even ask what you saw in the room because I know you were very thirsty.
Since my wife was taking her time in answering, she asked if I should repeat what she wanted to know.
- You don't have to repeat the question. I understood it very well. He kissed her again and turned around to hide his face so as not to be seen, while he added: "I felt a hard-on, yes. A lot. That had been on my mind these past few days".
Another period of silence between kisses and caresses, before my wife warned me:
- We need to pick up the kids at school, Val.
- Unfortunately! The friend replied with a silly face. - For me I wouldn't leave this place anymore. It has been centuries since I felt so good, like that, with someone.
- Have you done this before?
- With another woman? - Val smiles very silly. - Yes, love. I discovered sex with a friend of mine by the way. I've always been attracted to men as much as women. But it is easier for me to fall in love with women than men. And believe: I am loving you too much.
The two of them got up to get ready for the children's school. Before they left, Val and my wife kissed each other at length.
- If I gave you a gift, would you accept it?
Please, what I feel for you cannot be defined by material possessions nor represented by financial values.
I'm not even talking about "something".
I don't understand anything, it is not that friend of yours? I do not even want to look at his face. I would die from shame! Did you know my husband had been the only man who saw me naked until this day?
Without letting my wife continue, her friend said:
- Forget it for now. He's a man, yes; but we have to prepare the ground first. Today we start a new stage in our lives. And there are many things that must be righted before taking the next step. Forget about this for the time being. But tomorrow come prepared. I will teach you a massage to do on your husband. Do you want?
Of course I do, it's nice to know you won't be jealous of my husband.
- Jealousy? Never, Love! True love is an exercise that liberates; it does not imprison. If I made some restriction to your marriage would be ruining what we feel for each other. You really have a lot to learn.
My wife was a whole new person from that day on.
Someone I love more and more.
I 'm sorry , but we have to go .
Written by Mar and narrated by Andressa's husband, the author can be contacted at mar000002@gmail.com