Our first time

My name is Silvio and my wife's name is Sandra. We've been married for 16 years. We have two children. After a few years of marriage, during our lovemaking I would ask her to imagine that it was someone else who was fucking her and we always had a good time. I once asked her if she would have the courage to really fuck someone else, she replied that despite the desire and desire she felt to meet other cocks she did not have the courage to betray me. We talked and I talked about my desire to know that she had actually slept with someone else, that it wasn't cheating, that she was free to go if someone interesting came along. She said that it was all right if one day someone came along she would give it to him, but as long as I promised that there would be no charge on my part, neither before nor after I had sex with the other, I agreed and said that in order for me not to interfere, I would like to know only after the fact. After that, we always talked and she said that she hadn't found anyone yet, but she was getting more and more thirsty to fuck someone else. Almost a year later, I came home and found a note from her nailed to the refrigerator, saying that she had gone out and that it was not to worry because she would return late and that it was to warm my dinner and the boys. I was surprised because she never came home late, but I did as she asked, had dinner, went to my room, took a shower, and watched television without suspecting anything. About ten o'clock I hear the noise of the gate, comes out of the room when she locks the door, kissed the boys and sent them to bed, I noticed that she was more cheerful than usual, had a different smile on her lips. She came to my side and before I said anything gave me a kiss on the mouth saying that she was very happy and that she loved me very much and pushed me into the room, locking the door. I asked her why the delay, and she made me sit on the bed, and she stood right in front of me, and she said that she'd just left the motel where she'd gone to hook up with another guy, and that she'd loved it, and that she was so happy that I'd provided it for her. I was startled by the news and asked if it was really true. She confirmed and lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties so I could examine the pocket and see how swollen and gagged she was from all the climbing. It was really red, swollen and wrinkled, my dick got hard at the time with the sight and knowing that a few moments later another man was eating her. We had sex twice and we were tired and we slept in each other's arms, the next day she woke up and she was still very happy, then she told me who was the man who had eaten her bouquet, it was the private tutor of my niece that she met on my sister's birthday, they had been talking on the phone for a couple of months until she found the courage to go out and have sex, that it had been very nice and that it was indescribable the feeling of having another man buried and enjoying inside her. Who enjoyed strong pubic contractions and who thought she'd pass out from the pleasure. If I let her, she'd want to fuck other times with him, I said that all right that had been very good for me, we just had to give it time. But that now it was no longer necessary to do hidden and that it would be very nice to enjoy all the preparation and stay at home waiting for her to come back and imagining the stick inserted and her enjoying tasty on the other's cock. After this our relationship has improved even more and her mood is different, she doesn't live stressed like before.