How many males have eaten your wife?

How many males have eaten your wife?
Don't tell me what she told you! No woman says that they have slept with more than three... four ... and in most cases they talk about the previous experiences as if it were not very satisfactory and had been really important to them. If your wife was too bold, she even talks of having sex with five or six.
More than that?
Did you believe her?
She also found it best to pretend that she believed you when you told of your advantages by exaggerating sexual experiences and other masculine attitudes (such as fights, small misdeeds...).
As Caetano Veloso used to say (you know a lot about the female soul!): "How can you expect women to live without lying?" And of course they have to lie. They've been subjected for millennia to an idiotic submission imposed by a macho world ruled by imbeciles!
You want to know the great truth? Women do more - a lot more! than they talk. Men speak more - much...
And how idiotic we are, especially at the beginning of our relationships! All it takes is for a man to fix his gaze on your wife for anything more than five seconds and you have an exacerbated macheza attack. We face this guy and beat whoever's capable of killing him!
If we find that our wife reciprocated the look, then...
Me (Fernando, or Fê) and Claudia are no different. When we started to get more intimate after about three months of dating, she told me that she had only slept with three guys before I did. Of course she took the opportunity to massage my ego by saying that she'd never enjoyed herself as much as she could with me. According to her the previous three were important at the time. Otherwise she would not have any justification for having sex. But it didn't take her long to realize that they were unlikely candidates for the position of men in her life, which caused her to end their relationship quickly.
It's all very different with you, Fe. You move me in a way that has never happened before: it moves my heart and... - she made an embarrassed face before confessing: ...my body too
And I was filled with love and passion.
Now we've been married for almost fifteen years and have a thirteen-year old son. My wife is no movie actress, but I love her and feel very passionate about her. She's five feet six inches tall and sixty-seven pounds (yes, she's slightly overweight); she has fair skin with light brown hair cut just below the shoulders.
She is extremely careful about her appearance. She dresses very well, in a subtly sensual way, usually wearing skirts and gowns with high-heeled shoes, and she always has super neat skin, hair and nails.
She's always attracted the attention of other men, and now at almost forty years old she is still able to make guys turn their heads so that they can look at her and take a peek up her ass which I think is one of the most appealing parts of your body.
One thing was changing in me: the almost sickly jealousy at the beginning of our relationship gave way to a certain pride, when I noticed other men checking out my wife's body and as time went on, that pride turned into horny. The first time I felt this hotness was by the swimming pool at my brother-in-law's house in late 2007, when I spotted her sister's husband gazing with wonder at my wife while she applied sunscreen onto his body. He got to massaging the pinto that took on a certain volume before he realized I had pulled out what was going on and tried to disguise it by saying:
I don't know why your wife spends so much sunscreen if she doesn't stay in the sun! - Her face was red with shame, but I pretended not to notice.
She says the sun ages your skin, and I don't know anyone who cares more about their appearance than my wife.
- So, my brother-in-law, with all due respect I'm obliged to say that you are doing right: she seems to have become more beautiful even with maturity. It is a pity her sister isn't like this. My wife seems to be relaxing in the care of appearance.
I'm a reasonably successful engineer who two years ago was hired to head up an extremely high-profile multinational, where I have been achieving amazing results and even had the invitation to go work at its European home base.
And it was precisely when I got this current job that our lives began to change. We've always had a reasonably satisfying, but normal sex life for a couple with our characteristics: one or two hikes per week; every now and then an escape to a motel; eventually some more spicy chatter about the pranks we each played on other people before we started our relationship; occasionally one or another revelation of fantasies... But what better aphrodisiac is there than getting that job you've always dreamed of with a really high salary?
Already hired, the company asked me to spend three months at their largest plant in Camaçari's petrochemical hub in Bahia, both getting acquainted with its product line and diagnosing any problems I encountered before actually taking over my position. Since it was a long period of time, the organization suggested that I take my family along for all expenses; but since we were on school holidays, we left our son with my parents so as not to miss classes, and just myself and Claudia went on another extended honeymoon.
During the week in Bahia, I left my hotel around 9 a.m., and returned only at 5 p.m. My wife visited some shopping places during the day as well as spending a lot of time by the hotel's swimming pool which was always crowded with tourists, mainly foreigners (Europeans mostly). She soon remarked to me that it is common for Europeans to practice "topless" while sunbathing.
In our third week in this routine, I noticed that my wife was changing. She started to take the initiative for sex, which used to be very rare. She commented with me constantly about things she had seen on porn sites and Internet (before she didn't even want me to see such stuff!). I immediately noticed that it was much smaller than the ones she used to wear, and she asked if she could use them in her swimming pool.
Can I really wear this bikini in the hotel pool, in front of everyone?
I'll say it again, Claudius: you are all approved!
- But the men who are there will see my little bundle.
I was already aroused and pulled her towards me, we fell on the bed and my hands went straight to that wonderful ass of hers.
What if someone likes my little treat in the pool?
- Let him have it!
- Don't you care?
- Of course I care!
- Does that make you jealous?
A little, just a little.
How's that?
- It gives me a hard-on.
Doesn't that make you jealous?
- I get a little jealous and horny.
- Do you get horny when someone looks at me?
- With a lot of hard-on!
- You are a depraved man.
While I was saying that, she sat on my body and took hold of my very hard penis to direct the penetration.
If I cared too much about men looking at you, we wouldn't be married.
I don't attract a lot of attention, and you say that to make me feel hot.
When I heard that (whispered in my ear) some bell rang inside me.
Of course, she was aware of how hot she is. She knew that other men were staring at her. Suddenly things started to become very clear for me. I began remembering and noticing details which had been becoming clear but which I hadn't attempted.
- You're hot, and you know it.
- Do you really get a hard-on when someone looks at me?
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- How much?
Something told me that her excitement in the last few days was due to inflated self-esteem from some hottie at that hotel.
- Every once in a while someone looks at me...
- And in the midst of all this "someone" is there someone you're particularly drawn to?
She spoke with a certain apprehension in her voice.
I asked, struggling to make her understand that it was offering me a boner.
He's thin, about the same height as you but muscular with dark hair and light blue eyes.
It was too much detail for her to have just "noticed" the guy's eyes on her, and of course those looks had been reciprocated.
- You must have looked at him a lot, to see all these details.
- How will I know if he's well-endowed?
Looking at the volume on his swing.
- And you think I'd look at these things?
- Something must have triggered your hard-on, Clau. Don't lie to me. I know that women actually look at the volume of guys even when they are in plain clothes. He wears sunglasses, doesn't he? Or these huge and not so sexy bermuda shorts surfers wear nowadays.
He's a man, not some teenager.
And what made you have a crush on him?
- She was still afraid to open up with me.
The fear made her want to lose the erection. She came out on top of me, leaving me with an extremely hard penis. Lying sideways, backwards towards me, avoiding my gaze I hugged her from behind making her feel my erection rubbing itself in her ass.
"What is it?" I asked in a soft, warm voice into her ear that which I knew would make her feel hot. It was right; she felt cold all over but still resisted.
I don't know what you think of me, but after so many years of marriage...
I sat on the bed and made her look at me.
- We're wasting time here. I was dying of a hard-on and we were climbing deliciously when you decided to ruin everything. Let me just say what I think: the guy's interest in you made you feel horny, yes. You have been more sexually active; bought this much sexier bikini to show off for him; has seen sex on the Internet and talks with me about it; is even sunbathing! Do you think that I did not notice the bikini mark at the bottom? And I think she's been topless, 'cause the bikini mark on her nipples is a lot more subtle than it would be in your little bundle.
I only did "topless" once, to try it out.
- That's cool! - Knowing that my wife had shown her breasts made my dick, which was slowly returning to its resting position, take a new leap upwards. I showed it to her and commented: "Look how you are providing me with sex!" Keep talking: what did make you feel sexual desire for him?
She seemed to think a little, before answering very carefully in her voice:
- He's got a hairy chest.
I suggested it.
But his voice, speaking with a well-accented French accent gives me more sex than this other detail you mentioned.
- That means you've talked to him!
She seemed to catch fire. Her face turned red and she avoided looking at my faces. For a long time, she was silent. I didn't say anything either; it had surprised me too much. But I can not deny that my desire also grew with this revelation.
I lay down and hugged her from behind. I thought that if she didn't have to face me it would be easier for her to make her confession. I gave wet kisses on the back of her neck and ears (this always aroused her too much) and caressed her whole body. In less than five minutes I was penetrating her again. She spoke first:
- Your paint is so hard!
- It's the hard-on you gave me, with all that talk.
We continued to climb slowly, and she was silent for another minute or two before speaking again:
- I was having a vodka cappuccino in the pool, and got kind of silly. You know that I don't usually drink much. I have little resistance to alcohol. I saw those women doing "topless" around me, and advised by alcohol decided to try it out. I threw off my bra and went on drinking with my eyes closed because I was still somewhat embarrassed. When the cappuccinos were over he came up to me and sat down in the chair beside me, offering me a new glass full very ice-cold and going about saying how sorry he had been for seeing me drinking alone. We talked for a while, we went diving together... she stopped talking and I realized that I was wondering whether or not to continue our climb had heated up as I imagined Clau chatting with another man her breasts out.
I made sure she could hear my horny voice when I spoke, almost groaning:
- And as usual, when you came out of the pool I had to put on more sunscreen.
As soon as I grabbed the protector, he took it out of my hand and made me lie down in that chair.
I could tell she was horny, too.
I was struggling to hold back the tease, about to burst into a boner when she said:
And when he was passing through my belly, his fingers went in a few millimetres into my panties.
- I asked shouting, already mocking in a way that had never been before.
- She answered, also starting to joke like crazy.
After this orgasm, we were in bed one on each side trying to catch our breath. We were drenched with sweat and my knees seemed weak and I was still recovering when she asked me:
- You want me to keep counting?
- Later, my love, on the next climb.
She didn't seem really worried, but I think she understood my desire.
No, I'm feeling a lot more horny for you.
We slept for almost an hour.
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