Elzinha knows, I die of jealousy...

Elzinha knows, I'm jealous but...
It's true. We've been married for eight years. An ordinary couple, neither handsome nor ugly, well-mannered. I'm the big guy, she's a kid. You have a beautiful ass. Like tomato. A frank, open smile. Always naughty.
Ever since we met, I've been sad to hear she didn't have an orgasm. Only if she was sucked or masturbated.
So for my education and culture, I gave her all the freedom, whenever she wanted to have sex with whom she felt like it.
And so that became part of our life.
We both have and we've always had a super-active sex life. We have sex every day. At home, in the car, at work, in cinemas or on the beach.
Sometimes she'd tell me she was horny about seeing someone, someone else and there she was.
I stayed home and waited, worried, for you to come back.
Since we live near the beach, that's where she went on her hunt.
The evening when couples or singles go for a walk on the boardwalk because of the heat.
Every time she'd come back, she'd come up with a dirty faceful smile saying, Honey, I brought you a little present.
At the time I'd get horny, we'd go to bed, and when I'd put my hand on their thighs, I could feel them snotting, fucking berries. Her panties are all molassed, too.
Then we'd start fucking furiously, she'd always ride me. Because he said he felt like he could be eating me. What she always did to all men.
He'd make me horny, but he'd threaten me if I came without her.
What she always did to me was eat me. Yeah, with his middle finger, he'd shove it up his fucking pussy and then up my ass.
And then I'd masturbate, and after a while, I'd say I could come.
Of course I always liked it like crazy. I'd die of a hard-on and then she'd sit on my face, and rubbing her pussy would scream that I was supposed to clean up. Don't leave a drop.
Don't leave anything of the fucking male who ate it. Of course I've always obeyed, because that made me even more horny. Then I could get hard again and she'd suck me to cum in your face.
My confession is that over time I started making her go out almost every day to fuck someone. Which she didn't always want. But he did say it was for me.
And as time went by, I realized that every time she left, I was more and more jealous. Crazy, oppressive jealousy. But I never told her anything.
Because at the same time I was dying of horny waiting for you to come back. Always with that wonderful, naughty smile. Saying, "Baby, I have a little present for you."
And so it all started again. I'm jealous, and she's got her pussy all molassed and full of shit. From the beach boys.
I'm writing and waiting for her to come back. When she was leaving, she told me that there was something special today: there were three boys for her to eat at the same time. And that my gift would be much bigger than the previous.
What made me distressed was this hanging out with more than one. Go to the beach and do your orgies. She didn't drink anything. But I was afraid of what the boys could do to her.
But my horny and jealousness invaded me again and I stood in the window waiting for our car to appear in the dark.
They were moments of pure joy and pleasure, when she walked in the door torn off her blouse and skirt, just wearing panties. Those super shits from your "friends."
So we'd both throw ourselves in bed or on the living room couch.
And so I could receive my gift as she told me all the details, one by one of how she had eaten or been eaten.
That's why I love her so much.
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