My Submissive Wife to Her Coworker

My psychiatrist told me to write down the adventures I discover about my wife as if they were an erotic tale, so that I could see whether there is any pleasure in being betrayed hidden deep within my subconscious since I don't have the courage to leave her. Reluctantly, I can't live without her. Sometimes I even suspect that I might enjoy being cheated on but it doesn't seem like something which holds me captive. I feel disgust and anger and shame at what she does to my face thinking that I do not understand. I love her and will never find a woman as beautiful and attractive as her doctor. I won't reveal her name either. What my psychiatrist does with the stories I give him, I don't know but it seems that at least writing them has got me hooked. Maybe I can not even stop writing anymore because I trust in him my intimacy, my wife who he knows ah she was the one who indicated to me and pays for this so love her although giving me such displeasure But the boundary between love and suffering is fidelity of at least one of us
My wife started to tell me about her day, that the computer was shutting down and she called a coworker of hers in IT named Fabio and as it took some time they began talking relaxingly he would get several laughs from her and he said that she looked like Paula Fernandes who is his fan. She enjoyed his praise so much that she said he was even trying to get a nanny for her friend, but it seems like he'd been horribly fixated on her despite knowing she was married.
Fabio came to take her home one day and she invited him in, he looked at her ass without complaining that she was wearing transparent leggings which his sister shocked by seeing everything appear called "pants of who wants to give", they laughed I got angry with them talking like this. The guy had given my wife a little servant's tiara and she thought it was funny, put on her head laughing and served him joking that she was his maid, he looking at the shapes of her coming out through their trousers and she rolled as if it were normal to play ball for another man. I heard that the window light was on her pants and her panties were just a thread back, letting the guy see perfectly her knitted ass when she got close to him. And I'd be sorry for having motivated her from doing gymnastics in haste value, she became addicted to make-up Or she comes out of micro skirt, and on the sidewalk only in panties that has two little threads and opens up her butt, she talks about what is normal nowadays, and neighbors from student republic come to see it and she chat with my wife's ass outside taking wind in the arse, still above as I get mad, she washing the pavement and car and me goes and takes in summer every day shower hose and full of male thorn at window. To play with him she wore a hideous plastic apron that was lying there, transparent with ugly little hearts printed and an enormous pocket in front to serve the bizarre orders of her colleague. Seeing me there trying to whisper to her that it was strange but she grudgingly told me to tie tight on the lace Argo, made him be very intimate with her at work when I can't see. He abused my wife, played dirty tricks on her. Played boss to the maid's kid and I would blush because she was too erotic for him in his room.
I tried to give a hint at my wife, saying that she looked strange because I didn't want to get into an argument in front of this guy who I did not even know properly but she told me it was just a joke between friends. We hadn't spoken for a long time, it was more than one year and I thought that she lost the notion between friendship and desire and excited about his presence. He impatiently asked her to serve him and he seemed serious yelling at my wife in our house but I didn't have anything to talk because they insinuated that this is something between them and I wasn't into theirs Surely the neighbors could hear his stupid screams, but she was laughing and running with her sandal heels rapidly playing at being a servant girl and him furiously shouting in my face that I commanded more than her husband. She laughed me out of respect for my friend's disrespectful abuse.
The more I saw that my wife was serving him, the more he seemed to be demanding and had my wife clean his shoe. I thought the joke had reached its limit, that my wife was going to give up because she won't even take a dishwasher since she works and I am unemployed but she with this face of shame turned red and sweaty made an angry volcano stamped on her face but furious at the maximum I have seen in her life He scolded her fiercely for his attitude and she swerved oolhar caressing the foot of it, and subito, all angry, let loose a laugh that came from I do not know where, and laughed made cheerful girl who won a beautiful one with a sweet wide smile, yet whore so demandingly borne. She told me once that she expected me to play with her like this, but I didn't want to seem sexist or disrespectful towards my wife... and Fabio wanted the circus burning down.
My wife, there in the middle of my colleague's legs polishing his shoe with trouser fabric laughing like it was a healthy joke as if it were a joke rubbed the leather on her shoes so angrily that she even sweated more cleanly while he drank and looked at her huge cleavage revealing almost all her breasts very tightly squeezed by an apron and worse, plastic made her perspire and wet the tissue from her shirt and the nipples of her boobs began to fall into his face. The guy didn't fit into his pants, and even seeing her in that situation, he sent another one which almost made her stick a finger up her ass and tear the back of her neck with anger, very rudely ordered my wife to lick his shoe to show she had cleaned it right! What kind of man has the nerve to send something like this? That was some fucking joke over there on my face! Alas jealousy hit hard, I got red from rage, before I punched myself in the pocket because I had nothing else to do, I did not have any more butts at home. All that remained was to cry in pain and hide myself from going there, to rescue my wife from the enormous hands of this cocksucker! But I had to restrain myself and from a distance, secretly see my wife putting out her little pink tongue, furious but obedient, licking the bastard's shoe... The guy did not stop abusing, took pictures of her licking his shoes and abused, he didn't have an end on evil deeds, crazy as stone, even stuck the tip of the shoe into her mouth and she, all enraged does not open its mouth, left screaming brief "Hi Fabio!" with full mouth of the beak of his black leather shoe. Something got into her mouth and she started laughing as if it was acceptable for a co-worker to humiliate my wife like that in front of me. The guy overstepped the boundaries of friendship with my wife, so he made her lick everything real and she had to lick his whole shoe kneeling on top of him...
The guy complained about being hot, and paying that frog on my wife's healed chest to show up, he sent her out for ice in the pocket of his apron. I fucked with it all, crazy to hit him in the face, had to watch as he grabbed some ice from the breast of my wife by shoving a handful into an apron she was wearing and squeezing her boobs, fist-pushing the shape and laughing and feeling her tits very hard and abusing so much that ripped a hole through her apron which trickled water down her bosom and dropped droplets down her belly button.
The bastard had no sense of humour, stick-faced asked her to take off his shirt complaining that it was hot, she who demonstrated being there to really obey everything. readily complied and I kid goes out to refresh the mind from all this but could not get away at a distance so he wouldn't listen both jealously. guy told her down to clean anything and kept an eye on dental floss when her swimsuits opened as she gave that inclination and outside I saw her panties slipping slowly into her parakeet and she laughed like she didn't want him to see. The guy's dick was at the point of a bullet in his trousers, and when she turned around he would step on it with gusto, adjusting and taking advantage to slap her ass every time that would be jail if she wasn't laughing.
Crying with jealousy, I walked away for a while and when I came back she was making our bed and laying there still in her maid's tiara and apron. He came out of the bathroom, sat on the bed with her and even when I got there in the room they were talking and she ended up asking him to teach her how to setup his cell phone so he lay down on it and grabbed her mobile to move around, started explaining what she wanted. He couldn't take it anymore, so he started posting all these pictures of them together and him playing with her. And everyone criticizing and motivating each other...
It was getting late and they were sleeping right there, and I couldn't do anything about it... my wife turned over tired and settled down on his bare hairy chest. I tried to talk her into sleeping someplace else so she wouldn't get sick, but she moaned and settled more still on his chest. And relaxed breathing deeply the sweaty smell of a deceased colleague forcing one of its transparent nipples accidentally out from underneath it wet with perspiration.
I couldn't leave them both there, and with disgust saw him drooling in the mouth of my muller and she smiled as he dreamed and between one accommodated and another, the mouths came closer and leaned and he sleeping open-mouthed left his nasty tongue on the lip of my wife while spitting on her cheek.
She was all over him, and his jeba was hard, and escaped upright climbing to the belly button. It was huge and my wife's hand in a subtle way laid there on its enormous glans and it did not help me take away her little hand that she grumbled while sleeping back which made things worse because the guy began to feel my woman's fingers as he slept and ejected into her fashionable hand some drops full of night pollution. The biggest anger was that the bastard had been sleeping and smiling with pleasure.
My wife stretched out and put her little hand in his pants and came back full of hair from the bag that was loose there on his underwear and I paralyzed, seeing everything. She took her hand to the mouthpiece and brought this stinking male smell and his fuck into my mouth without knowing it. She slept restlessly and drooled in his mouth and asleep she shrunk down, pressed her face through her chest and reaching for the cocktail roll on her face. The face fell apart into pollution in her mouth and I couldn't wake up because she had been eating all its fucking while breathing. His dick grows even bigger from the heat of her saliva and he ejaculates in a non-stop orgasm on her face licking everything, hair, breasts, shoulders.
She got up and started to walk around the house. Came out spying and saw her looking for me, called me a few times and not finding me, went back into bed with his co-worker, and I had already hidden myself underneath again. Seeing by mirror reflection I saw that she fell from mouth very quickly in its swirl and began moving with the mouth on the whisker it, moved so much that he did not know how, he woke up with an early morning chest and asked what she was doing with the hot mouth there, because his cock was being boiled and sucked. The idiot asks me that, even after he saw her face all spattered with strong and disgusting smell which could only be his, every violent mockery licking well everything up to the hair and breasts of my wife in a single fucking jet shot from this huge cock embroidery, but the kid complained, but did not ask her to stop, still on top was talking to her at the same time hit the jeep into her throat I think even neighbors heard she chokes. He started pumping harder and stronger into her throat, making her cough up shit. Pulling on her hair in anger... pushing her head against the pumps to give support and take more advantage of the situation. All clogged up with semen, looking like she was drowning as my wife could answer for the kid what he asked and him fucking her face got angry that she couldn't respond to that pole of peroba crossed in his cheek! My wife didn't help the situation either because when he would stop to rest after a rapey barrage of punches in her mouth, she still helped him get his energy back so that he could stock up on more by hitting her cheek herself at the same intensity or I fear even stronger and violent than what he was doing with it! And in the end my wife, who I doubt was going to dinner after ingesting protein tanat, managed to mumble and coughing and vomiting said tears putting pitilessly fuck into her mouth that "my husband didn't even ta at home", glogloglo glack "I looked for" gla la glalaklaclocka, "had gone out", lalalaklaga "leaving them alone in bed" cloclo lalakaglosh. she said "he did not care about all of it", glagla gloco.
I was devastated, couldn't get out of there anymore and our bed soon began to shake amidst the endless moaning of my horny wife asking for her coworker's dick and me wishing that she would come to herself and remember her wedding vow, take his cock from its throat only made matters worse by throwing down transparent trousers then ripped underwear before being tossed on the floor! The white blouse I gave him on our wedding anniversary was ripped off and used to clean up the excess sperm spilled almost a litre that he had in his dick, which wasn't even dusted anymore. That filth soaked my wife's hair until she slept with her hair all waxed over, when it came time for work! And our bed started beating so hard over and over, that it was like a fight between them on the new mattress. It kept hitting me... When I was able to dry my tears, I peeked in the mirror and saw that bastard hadn't even taken off his little maid-servant tiara he gave my wife or his apron or a needle jump from her toe.
When the torture was over, after about three hours of wild sex without removing his insides he went out on the balcony to get some air naked and all the neighbors in the street seeing the bald man on my bedroom porch with a stick laughing still wilting, the bastard didn't even cover up, lit a cigarette in their face commenting while the guy came to himself and said and everyone heard that it was a mistake, walked away saying she was married, and that he could not let something like this roll He was against betrayal but had eaten my wife She didn't give a damn about the crowd outside and went naked on her balcony kneeling in front of everyone, begged him to stay with her. But the unsuspecting bastard, even enjoying in her hair again masturbating while I was on the balcony fighting with my wife, called her a slutty little whore, slapped her face, which made her groan loudly and mock publicly and went off mad.
Months went by, and I didn't tell her anything. Neither did the neighbors who looked at me with pity.
We're still married, but at her company party Fabio called her into a corner and I overheard them having a quickie in the tiny little room he had there.
I think everyone's on a little getaway these days. A lot of them have lovers, and it seems to be in the nature of men to cheat unsatisfied with wanting more women. My wife is very much like men in that sense because she loves cheating. And since my wife wears her pants at home even though she's sneaky, she might want to enjoy her life by keeping sexual secrets from cuddly people around there. She's got to think that she needs a stable home in order to come back, someone who can take care of her and the house for her while she satisfies herself. At least she's much prettier than all the women around her, takes care of herself in beauty parlours every week and has a personal trainer who wears make-up for her body. She has coaches, massage therapists, self esteem trainers... All handsome men with good looks.
I've caught her with the English teacher, her boss and other co-workers but never told them that it was my fault. I suffered passively realizing she has a lot of libido to give. She is exhibitionist, unfaithful and even in group sex I suspect that she gets involved with husbands of friends, lovers of friends because she thinks I don't understand, and she leaves a lot on the face what she does and tells to her friends, which only increases her circle of sex. I do not feel joy at seeing her like this but would not beat her up, i dont know why she likes male machista and violent man, but she loves it, until taking urine from macho heard her saying he has already taken and in my face. Didn't realize, the one I found was drinking water, ams was waiter's piss, and cries that she drives. She's not ashamed to show her body in public, she gets aroused and likes that it attracts men and inflates her ego.She talks about these things with her sister and friends and I end up hearing them over and over again.I find all of this very perverse but have suffered so much at her hand that I think you even start liking.At least I can know if she is well when following her and am less concerned for her welfare.Whether she feels hungry or sexually satisfied by having casual sex, if it is good for her then I must accept because I swore to love her through joy and sorrow.