My wife thinks I don't understand

Well, folks, this is another day of my wife's, I hope you like it. My wife is a bit exaggerated in the dressing gowns, my friends say that she is a bitch and actually loves exhibitionism and my boss said to my face that my wife had to be released. After hearing this from the mouth of my boss, while dancing colladino with her at the end of the year party at the company, my wife, began to say it laughing, that she urgently needed to be released. Her dressing gowns that were small, became a tiny size, that the breasts jump out of place when she moves! The nannies came out as ridiculous things that have no way to describe, the gallery sighs to see her passing! She passes from hand to hand here, the whole neighborhood, and complains in order not to irritate! I was visiting one of our branches on a beach at work, and I decided to take my wife for a change, and instead of her just sitting around at home, taking care of the house, parading around the neighborhood, I'd like her to come and join me. I forgot to mention that she's a housewife and has a lot of free time to parade around, that I noticed, so much that she earns songs and compliments from the males around her, that she laughs at the gym and the assholes who see her passing are talking to her face, so that she likes us, and get even more involved, they talk to her to know that they think she's a boner. They praise the full breasts, the more she shows them, the bigger the cleavage, the more flesh on display, the smaller the bun that covers the nipples, when she covers and on top of that, she welcomes them with cozy and tight long hugs, even in my face, and I'm a kid, especially with the coins that she exchanges with them, sometimes she even eats a bunch of them! She keeps passing the tongue, smiling, looking into their eyes. Take as many as you have, if they are twenty, she hugs the old man and kisses a noisy stamp on each one! And I just sit there begging for people to go away soon. My wife loves the male behavior when she passes, she thinks she feels more female, which makes her show more and more for them to praise even more, for exaggerated transparencies up to the nipples escaping, and they rave on her ass, calls her delicious, she comes out they call her a mare, rabid, finally melt for her considering a woman One day after a meeting my colleagues said that they would take me to lunch at a restaurant. I readily accepted, and they eventually took me to a restaurant across from our hotel on the beach. We sat at a table facing the sea, a beautiful view, And we start talking about hot women and bikinis and all that man talk when one of them gets that static gaze and calls us to look. - Look at that GATAA... it's coming to the beach. Quickly we all looked and ... it was my wife. At the time I got a hint of jealousy, I almost said that it was my wife, but as they did not know her I decided to leave it alone, after all, she would pass, and they would notice, and ended... She was wearing a leather beach outfit, which showed off a very small bikini that she normally only wore in the backyard at home, or to do laundry on hot days. From behind, it looked like she was naked, only the little threads passing by and the laces strangling the circulation of her limp, healed flesh. She walked up to the sand looked at the sides, dropped what she was carrying on a chair, and slowly pulled out of the beach. Her bikini was just covering her nipples, with little triangles, thin fabric, very, very small, which made my colleagues keep staring. She took the protector and before she put it on her body, she adjusted her bikini so that when she licked everything with oil, it disappeared in her little sketch, as she massaged there in public. She looked at her breasts and pulled the curtain, letting her nipples appear. She was preparing those little marks that are so popular in our neighborhood between the bricklayers and the barmen, when she passes. When she bent down to arrange the towel, we saw that wonderful butt with a little thread that almost did not cover anything, dividing the perfect butt, as my friend sighed. The little barber pinched the butt and opened the hole and let the pig see inside my wife's anus there, and at the bottom there was some object, a transparent accommodation. She passed the protector all over her body, licking exaggeratedly, until it drained, as she has a habit, to make her raw flesh shiny in public, and she was slipping her little hands, scraping tightly holding her own flesh that was basking in the sun. Sometimes making little moves that escaped the rosy beads, escaping everything out, showed more intimate parts that should have been hidden, she sometimes tried to kick back, but the voluptuousness overcame my wife's fatigue and she left the beads appearing or the clitoris blowing in the hot wind, while she massaged herself high, trembling and releasing occasional baby moans. A colleague, who was the unit manager said, "What an asshole". My other friend groaned as he squeezed his dick: "Wonderful, you can see the ass!" The others stirred their pants and always looked, huddled together, so as not to miss a bid, from that exaggeration of show that my wife gave, embarrassing me. She laid on her stomach, untied the back of her tiny little bra so she wouldn't leave any marks, and my wife threw her top in the sand, while my colleagues stood there, eating it with their eyes. They forced me to listen to their compliments to my wife, talking about what they would do with a woman like that, when a boy passes by in the sand announcing for her, that he was making some drinks. To my surprise she gets up without tying her bikini and gets topless so that he can see the front of her breasts. The manager next to me went nuts staring at her naked breasts, and I had to relentlessly agree, and in order not to get bored, I repeated his compliments, not realizing that I was encouraging by agreeing that she was a womanizer. The boy came closer, and when he got really close, she grabbed her little hand, which showed one of her breasts very close to his mouth, and at that moment, against my will, I was betrayed by my dick, which looked like it was going to explode so hard. They took the chair and took her to the shade of a tree. He took the material that he showed her, he had things to do reindeer tattoo and began to do a reindeer tattoo, a little above her nipple on her left breast. He took advantage and spread his hand on her breasts, got very close almost leaning and his breath, warm, made her breasts sweat and get twitchy, while she sat trembling a little panting. This lasted about 15 minutes in which I hardly ate, the situation was very erotic. She did not put the top part anymore, walked to the edge of the beach getting her feet in water. It was a beautiful sight. The manager did not resist and said I will go there, even if it is to look closer. I didn't know what to do, but I guess I trust my wife, and I didn't do anything, I just let it go. He approached, he was a good-looking guy. He was visibly excited, talked to her eating her body with his eyes for about five minutes, gave her three slow kisses, resting his hand on one of her breasts, as he stood in front of her, I couldn't see much. When she came back, she was smiling, and she said, "That's so cute, she told me that she's married and she's only spending a few days, but it was worth it to go there, she let me give a little kick to that fabulous tit, while she gave a little kick to my dick, pulled it out and played a little until I relieved the hard on her little hand! I looked, and my wife was licking my fucking manager! He said he was going out at night and see if he could find her, and she said she was going to dance in a ballet, it was like the whore of the corner, which made my hair stand on end. At least I know that she cheats on me, and that in ballets she does that kind of thing in the cock of guys around. What to do? It's the price of having a wife who won more than eight mission titles in our region.