I had no idea that my wife...

My name is Otávio. I'm 46 years old and have been married for 22 years to Marize, a 42-year-old fake blonde who's very hot and naughty. Three years ago, I discovered a side of my wife that was completely unknown to me. I had an outside job for the company and came home much earlier on Friday afternoon at about four o'clock. Wanting to surprise Marize, I went quietly into her apartment and as I approached the bedroom door, Why don't you show me your dick, climb up on something and put the bird in the window for Mommy to see? Imagining a thousand things, I walked into the room and found my wife lying on her bed completely naked right in front of an open window. The carpet had muffled any noise and she didn't notice my presence. She was standing with legs spread wide and squeezing her bouquet scandalously so that it could be seen by anyone who stood next door to me. - What's that, Marize? Surprised by my voice, she jumped out of bed and ran to pull the curtain. Faster than her who was caught in flagrante delicto, I reached the window just in time to see a man at an opposite window also surprised by my appearance there. The guy quickly hid himself and I turned towards Marize, running into the suite bathroom with clothes in hand. I went after her, but the bathroom door was already locked. What were you doing? No response. I insisted several times, but nothing -- no answer or action; she didn't make any noise and also did not open the door. I noticed at my feet the panties she had dropped in her rush to the bathroom, and picking up that tiny piece (she always wore ridiculously small underpants) and realizing the porridge was completely soaked. And smelling my wife's hard-on, which I knew so well, and realising how excited she got before taking off this little bit of clothing - it turned me on too! Calmer and more excited, I knocked on the door softer. "Open the door, love. Shall we talk?" - Still silence. After a long time without hearing anything I spoke again: "I'm not angry with you my dear. I just want to talk". I don't know. I went to the communal bathroom, took a shower and came back into my room expecting to find her there, slightly embarrassed but ready to face me. I don't know. I slammed the bathroom door and said: "I'm going out for a while, honey. I'll give you some time to recover. Then we can talk again, okay? I am not mad at you; I just want to understand what was happening here. When I came home two hours later, I found her on the couch but couldn't talk to her. Our 18-year-old son was in our living room lying on the floor watching TV and I tried looking into her eyes but could not; she was avoiding me. I looked at my son, a little concerned about the effect of that scene on him. - What are you laughing at? - You're old, you messed up. - Told what? - Who saw you with your neighbor from across the street. Relieved by my wife's fabricated story, I decided to keep the lie: She just wanted some information. He asked with a shameless face. Not knowing what to say, I simply replied: - I can't even remember. "You can't even tell a straight lie!" he replied, getting up and going to his room. Upon arriving there, he locked the door as usual. I was alone in the living room, and my son walked by for an hour on his way to the kitchen. - I think you'll sleep on the couch tonight. Shortly after, he came back to the room with a bunch of cookies and a beer can. I was alone watching TV but didn't see anything. It was ten o'clock at night when I heard the lock of our room being unlocked, so I quickly turned off the TV and lights and went inside to find my wife already lying on her back. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, got some pajamas from the closet and prepared myself for bed. - Why are you avoiding me? - I didn't get any answer. I insisted: "Sooner or later, you will have to face me". Tomorrow is Saturday, we'll spend the whole day together... Do you think you can keep this silence for long? When she didn't answer, I decided to leave it for the next morning. You caught me red-handed, showing off at the window... what do you want me to say? - No, Love! I just want to talk and understand you. I'm not mad at you. It surprises me. I never imagined her doing something like this. - I waited for her to say something but she didn't say anything. Wanting to continue our conversation I said: "Don't be ashamed of your hard-on! Just speak with me". After a few seconds of silence, without any of us turning around, I heard her say in a very low voice, almost like a whisper: I like to show off, and it's been killing me since I was a teenager. "Have you always shown yourself like this?" I asked, a little surprised. "You mean it wasn't the first time? Have you done others before?" You said we were gonna have a grown-up conversation, and if you're going to start with childish jealousy right now, I... I interrupted her because the last thing she wanted was for us to go back into that sepulchral silence which had condemned me since this afternoon. - I was thirteen years old and one day I noticed the neighbor looking at me through the window, when I came out of the bathroom in that loft where we lived there on Tatuapé. He only saw me from my waist up and I was wearing just underwear. My breasts were already firm although they were much smaller. As I hid to see my brother every now and then, I knew perfectly well what movement he was making with his arm. When he joked, shaking a lot and making faces I also laughed. It wasn't my first orgasm; I think I spent most of the time with my hand inside his panties at that time. I couldn't sleep until after having two or three fist-fucks. But it was the first time I found out it caused erections in men. That was too much for me. The next day I took a shower at the same time and again showed myself to the neighbor. The other day once more. One day my neighbour saw me on the street going towards the bakery and came up behind me. I was really scared to death of what would happen, and ran out with my heart pounding. For more than a week I didn't show up in front of the window; he realized that I did not want an actual rapprochement. After more than one week I showed up again, at the windowsill. There it was waiting for me. We repeated our ritual. A couple days later when I was doing my little performance, he climbed on something, and for the first time I saw him naked from his waist down. His penis was huge compared to my brother's, which is the only reference I had until then. It drove me crazy watching him make fun and for the first time ever seeing a cock coming out of some guy's dick. I enjoyed it like mad and he realized that. A few days later, I don't know how many, I took the kitchen staircase and climbed up on it to show myself from the waist down as well. This ended up repeating itself for quite a while -- more than one year, I think. Listening to my wife making those confessions, I got very excited as well. I turned towards her who was still with his back to me; my hand was already inside the pajamas squeezing my penis which had been moisturized by excitement. As she remained quiet, I decided to give him a rope: - You must have killed the boy with a boner back in those days. - Who said he was a boy? He must have been about fifty years old at that time. I don't know his exact age, but it was quite mature. It was a strong guy with an athletic physique. Retired, but I think he had done heavy work most of his life because he had the whole body muscular and full of tattoos. I remember to this day those details which gave me so much excitement in that crown: the chest muscled and very hairy; the forehead that was too big and very thick and the ass, which one day showed behind my back, and saw that she was well-made muscle. I consider this crown, whom I never really got to know because his wife was a shut-in and they didn't talk with the neighbors like my first lover. When my wife started describing the body of this guy who had been her first man to get a real hard-on, I got one in a thousand. I felt that she was relieved, realizing my hard-on and it encouraged her to continue: - After him I've always shown off in one way or another. You know that I wear short skirts all the time. It was you who encouraged me to do it. When I drive, I let my skirt go up and show my panties so men on buses look at them without disguise. If I am in a mall and see some man following me, I climb stairs so he can watch from a slightly lower angle. I uncross my legs as if I were careless, letting people see my underwear. And this is what happens when... She seemed to be hesitating and wondering if she should continue. - I encouraged her, and since she was taking a while to come clean... ..I squeezed my dick back against her ass reminding her that I'm horny. - You got a hard-on knowing I show myself to other men? - Can't you see? Her hand searched for my pinto. She said, turning to me and looking into my eyes for the first time. - I asked with the face of a kid who was shown an enormous ice cream that he can't reach. My wife laughed, got up and took off her sweater. She was completely naked; she had nothing on underneath. Her face looked wonderfully shameless as she continued: - That's when I wear panties! I asked, really amazed at the audacity of a woman who seemed unknown to me until that moment. That shameless bitch-face overcame any and all resistance, I pulled her to me and we had one of the best laughs of our lives so far. About two weeks later, and hundreds of other revelations that she'd been making in our bed every night giving me a lot of hard-on and great climbing we went to her friend's birthday party. During the party I noticed that a man, sitting in front of her, kept his eyes on her legs. Then I imagined he had seen much more than knees and thighs. His wife took part in all conversations and games, and seemed not to notice her husband's distraction by having fun with another woman. With a mixture of jealousy and passion, I leaned into my wife's ear and asked: - Is he looking at your panties, or... She made no nod and stuck her lips in my ear: I'm not wearing any panties. I laughed and looked at him, winking and giving approval to the joke of both. Since discovering my wife's shenanigans, I had discovered a lot of things about exhibitionism and voyeurism on the Internet. As we left the party, I followed my wife to the neighborhood of Ibirapuera while poking her butt underneath our short skirt. I lifted her skirts up to her waist and asked that she raise her buttocks so that I could free her from behind as well. Naked below the waist, we walked at low speed without worrying about taller car owners who passed by us. "Where are we going?" she asked, realizing that it wasn't the usual route to our house. Aren't you in the mood to show off? Through the 23rd Avenue of May, we quickly reached Curitiba Street, Pirapora Street and region. What are you doing, we're going around in circles. - Have you ever heard of "dogging"? I've imagined a lot about it. A little frightened to find out that she'd known it longer than me, I went on. - I looked it up on the Internet and found out that this is one of São Paulo's "dogging" spots, but so far I haven't seen anyone except for that little face standing there moving his pinto. "That little face? Nobody deserves it! Hurry up". She seemed excited about the idea. We stopped at a big, busy diner down one of those streets; we had some chops and ate sandwiches. On our way back to the car I was thinking of going home because my plans were foiled but she insisted: Maybe somebody showed up. As soon as I turned in a small street there, we noticed a middle-aged man on the sidewalk moving his trouser leg. The guy was in good shape even though he looked much older than us but Marize seemed very interested in him. She settled into her car and said: That's a very interesting one. When we were very close, she turned on the car's interior light and put one of her feet onto the dashboard with both legs out towards the window. The man took a couple steps toward our car. Slightly frightened by his approach, I sped up and walked away. A little frustrated my wife scolded me: - What's that, Octavio? - The guy was coming... He was coming to look at me! - But you turned on the car light and... That's not dogging, is it? I asked, astonished at your knowledge of the subject. Just go back in there and make sure you don't act like an idiot right now. I obeyed my wife promptly, walked around the block and soon we were back in front of him again. He had stood under a tree where it was half dark. Under the tree, people in houses can't see what we are doing. But don't turn on the light. - Shut up, Octavius! How foolish you are! Be quiet and learn a little. As soon as we pulled over, my wife turned on the interior lights of her car. The man took one look at her exposed pocket and kept moving it around in his pants. My wife started to move the pocket for him to see. In a hoarse voice she said: - He reminds me of my neighbor over at the Tattoo Shop. The man pulled the pin out, it was hard and very thick... much bigger than mine. Octavio, isn't that delicious? - How am I supposed to know? If you don't know what to say, do not speak at all. To talk nonsense that will put out my fire, it is better to remain silent. The guy got really close to the glass, and he was punching himself. All of a sudden, and there was nothing I could do about it, my wife lowered the car window just slightly. The guy stuck his pin in that hole and my wife walked towards him with her hand and mouth at the same time. She held him and gave some kisses before she said: - Lower the glass a little more, Octavius. It took me a long time to fulfill her request, but she did it herself and we heard the choir outside whispering - Suck it up, bitch! Without any shame, my wife began to suckle willingly in that thick cock. I could hear her mouth bursting on the dick of his face and some whispers from both of them showing how horny they were feeling. All of a sudden, my wife looks at me and says with an unbelievable bitch face... Give us a minute, get out of the car. When he heard that, the guy turned around and didn't even bother to put his dick in his pants. I stared at that thick cock in my window a few centimeters from the glass, which was the only thing separating it from my face and Marize seemed impatient with me when she said: Let the guy in. Slightly unsure of how to react, I opened the door and walked out. As soon as he sat down, he unbuttoned his belt and trouser buttons, lowering it to her feet. He stood there with the thick cock escaping through the leg of his underwear that my wife didn't even wait for him to take off; it fell from his mouth and sucked deliciously making him laugh in less than a minute. My wife held the dick in her mouth while he was mocking, and she started opening up to show me how incredibly much shit there is inside. I grabbed my phone and took some pictures, didn't know what else to do. - She was laughing, the guy showed complete indifference to me. She continued to suck, even with the pinto softened by mockery. Her hand held onto his face bag and slid down, going probably up to the crown's butt. His cock gave life sign again, which left me amazed. My wife smiled and looked at the crown, saying with a whore face: - You like a little finger up your ass, don't you uncle? I was so overwhelmed by my wife's performance, that I didn't even move. The crown pushed her head towards the pinnacle again. - Give it a rest. Kneeling on the bench, she picked up her purse in the back seat and pulled out a condom from inside it which surprised me very much once again. With an incredible practice she ripped open the envelope with her teeth, took the condom out of its interior and put it onto the crown spike. She passed her leg over it and sat down on the fucking man's face to him, burrowing into it and starting moving quickly. She'd go up and down with such incredible dexterity, I had never seen my wife do anything like that. The climb of the two became noisy as her ass beat against his thighs, and from where I stood it was clear to see my wife's dick going in and out. Suddenly, the crown made a sign to someone. I looked in that direction and realized this little face which my wife had rejected when we arrived was approaching. The guy kept coming and said with a loud voice: - Get out of here! My wife didn't seem bothered by the possible approach of another man. She was going up and down on her dick with a relentless disposition. From her expressions and moans I could tell that she had reached at least three orgasms in a row. Suddenly it was time for the crown to jerk off again, in very crazy spasms and lifting my wife with his hips. Marize smiled as she saw the fainting face beneath her, put a stamp on his lips and said: - Fucking good! I'd never heard my wife use expressions like that. She seemed to have forgotten I was there. Coming out of the crown she sat down again on the bench next door, but this time with her legs spread open towards him, saying as she looked at his stick: Now let the whore go and get some rest, uncle. The man was getting ready, he got out of the car and finished closing his trousers standing right next to me. As if I wasn't there yet, he lowered his head a little towards my wife and said: - It was worth it! Then he turned his back and walked away pleased. Sitting in the car seat I felt the warmth of a man on velvet, looked at my wife who was looking at me like an asshole. - What was all that? You climbed with the guy! - She just stared at me and smiling bitch-faced. As she didn't say anything, I continued: - Since when do you walk around with condoms in your bag? How did you get so comfortable in a new situation like this? Have you ever done it before? I was already driving away from there, towards our house. I won't say anything that can be used against me in court.