My husband ate the diarist.

I have a diarist, Edna, she's been with me for a while, she's a struggling Bahian woman, raises three kids on her own, with the cleaning staff, she's in her 40s, even pretty-faced, but she's square-fat, she cleans the house three times a week, 2nd, 4th and 6th in the morning.
She arrives very early, around 7 o'clock and since my husband wakes up earlier still they usually talk a lot. I wake up late I don't see shit. I had no idea how much they were talking until one day my husband said that he would come home for lunch but that I should make up a story and go out and come back after lunch.
I said:
- Can you tell me that story?
- I'm crazy to fuck Edna, but she doesn't want to meet you at home.
- You 're going to climb with Edna ?
- I'll go if you'll be so kind as not to interfere.
- I don't mean to intrude, I'm just not buying it.
She showed me her pussy, she's hot.
That house is a real circus. Instead of working, she shows her pussy. I was the one showing her pussy in that house.
- Erika, stop with the bullshit.
Of course I will, my love, but you'll tell me everything later.
I was going to make up some story and send it to me, but my desire was to stay hidden and watch.
I told Edna I'd go out and vote right after lunch, and since she's on until 1:00, I intended to get there before then to see her face.
I got home at 1:15 a.m. and Edna was all worked up running to work, and she said, "Erika, I'm late for work, but I'm done".
- You're late, you son of a bitch!
- What is it Erika!
- I'm just playing silly, enjoy your life.
- What?
- I'm enjoying life, you should enjoy it too.
- I have to finish up here, Erika, excuse me.
When my husband arrived I was anxious:
- What's up?
- Count what?
You like it when I tell you about my fucking, you keep asking the smallest details.
- She's really hot.
- of four and Mom and Dad.
- ate her ass?
Of course not.
- She paid for a kiss???
- not
- Did you suck her Xana????
- not
- what a fucking bore.
I want to eat her early when she gets here early in the morning, but she's afraid of you.
- I'm gonna talk her into it.
- You're being fucking serious.
- I'll leave her alone. You know I'm good at that.
At least I'm sleeping in late.