I love my wife more who betrays me - 01

I'm Mar and the story below was written with Andressa's husband, who is a friend of mine.
Happy reading to you all.
I 'm sorry , but we have to go .
Andressa is my wife and she's 35 years old. We have been married for 12 years, we have an 11-year-old son.
Descended from a very traditional Italian family in the interior of São Paulo, she was always quite conservative and very concerned about appearances because we lived in a fairly small town in the countryside and everyone knew us since her father had been mayor for two terms.
Six years ago, we came to the state capital because I opened an office representing her family's business here and she accompanied me against my will at first but it was only after interference from her father that her resistance to change was overcome.
Our lives were good in many ways, but our marriage was kind of bland. We had sex once a week just to keep up with the times. She didn't seem to enjoy it anymore when we fucked; I did, but never seemed satisfied. It gave me more satisfaction waiting for her to fall asleep and going into our suite bathroom to punch herself.
But still, we were very happy. I always loved her and I'm sure she always loved me too. We have a good life together; our finances are great, and we love family life.
About three years ago, my father-in-law came to São Paulo on the advice of a doctor in our hometown for some medical examinations. As usual when he and his wife come here, they stay at our house. The trip was supposed to last two or three days but it ended up taking much longer than that.
My father-in-law was diagnosed with very advanced cancer and hospitalized the same day, but it took a long time for him to be admitted.
All this was very exhausting for my wife. She divided the responsibilities of accompanying her father in hospital with her mother and many nights I didn't have my wife at home most of the time she was tense and tired we had permanent guests in our house (my sisters-in-law, nephews etc.) and for two years (the period when illness consumed my husband) we did not have a drop of peace.
I never complained, and couldn't. I loved my father-in-law and understood perfectly well the obligations of a daughter that took my wife away from me and dismantled our family privacy.
When my father-in-law passed away, me and my brothers in law got involved with the family business. The farm and companies that had always been run by my husband's father were practically headless two years ago, so we decided to bring everything up to date.
My wife, devastated in the final stages of her illness, seemed somewhat relieved when my father was finally able to rest. Her mother returned home and I thought that before long we would have our life back as it had been before all this happened.
But I was wrong.
First my wife decided to take care of herself. She recognized that she had been neglected for two years and needed to recover because she was still young and beautiful. She bought new clothes, went to the hairdresser, dermatologist (her skin looked half dry and even a little aged)... In about six months she seemed more beautiful than ever.
In this period she became close to the mother of a little friend of our son, who supported her very much when his father died. The woman is divorced and independent and I had nicknamed it "the cheerful widow", when we still did not know well. She seemed extremely free and didn't think badly, when my wife began to loosen up a bit more in bed, commenting on some adventures that this friend told her.
One Saturday afternoon, when we were alone in the house, my wife stopped massaging me. We got naked and she made me lie on my stomach. She used a cream that seemed to make her hands slide sensuously over my body, besides offering an interesting feeling: now it felt like warming up, then cooling down my skin. It was giving me a boner and pleasure I had never experienced before.
She started at my feet and slowly climbed up through them, saying that her friend had instructed her on the best way to give this massage.
I asked my friend if she had the habit of doing that with men, and she said only a few.
Something made me think at that moment, if my wife had already slept with other men since she seemed to be so much looser and different in the last few months. She was more beautiful and exhibited a sensuality than ever before. In some walks through shopping malls and restaurants I'd noticed several looks from other men towards her. If she wanted to try out other men as she married virginally and never dated anyone else before then she would have no difficulty arranging lovers or temporary affairs. While I was being massaged, I kept wondering if another man had ever tasted my wife.
That thought should have made me jealous, but instead it excited me greatly. My stick, pressed under my body as I continued on my belly, grew and became hard.
The massage went on and her hands were just giving a treat to my thighs, not without caressing my bag.
Still excited, I decided to explore that thought of mine by encouraging her to talk more.
- Your friend must be very naughty, huh?
- She answered in a low voice and slightly hoarse.
I asked in a low voice too, as if we were exchanging confidences.
I could tell by her voice, still hoarse, that she was smiling.
- And he's turning you into a jerk, too?
- He was still whispering, but now he's laughing.
I asked, wanting to show that I was excited and not jealous.
My wife laughed and lay on my back, massaging her beautiful breasts with the weight of her body. She was shrinking me up and I could feel her pubic hair (very few and short since she had been shaving almost completely for some time now which made it even sexier) poking at my ass.
- Aren't you going to answer my question, my delicious little whore?
"No, I'll leave you in doubt". She responded by lightly biting my ear and breathing on my neck.
Getting up, she sat down further on my thighs and began to massage my butt. She did it in a delicious way that excited me very much. I couldn't stop some groans. The tip of her fingers poked at my ass and this gave me new pleasure; I had never been so aroused in all my life.
I made it a point to show the heat that I was feeling, as a way of creating an accomplice between us both.
- This massage of yours is wonderful! You know exactly where and how to play. You've never done anything like this with me before, and it seems not the first time you do it. Have you been training?
She laughed and said, also quite excited:
I'm not going to answer that.
- I asked, almost begged.
- She seemed to enjoy it.
I don't want to get mad, just feel this heat.
"What do you want to know?" she asked, dipping her finger a little in my ass and pulling another horny groan out of me.
- If you've ever given it to someone else.
- I couldn't identify the feelings that tempered his words.
- Because I have a hard-on.
That's not gonna give you a boner, is it?
No, I swear to God.
- Wanting to imagine me with someone else?
Have you ever given it to someone else?
She didn't answer; she just massaged my ass and poked me in the butt.
- Did he or didn't he?
Still no answer.
I was getting desperate.
She bent her body over mine, burying her little finger in my asshole for good and then began massaging my prostate giving me a hard-on I'd never imagined before.
"Not yet!" she replied, and waited for some reaction from me. I only groaned with the excitement that it had given her. Realizing that my arousal was not diminished by what she'd said, she added: "I will give later. Maybe even today. May I?"
I couldn't understand the whirlwind of horrors that all this was giving me.
- You can, you bitch!
- You won't get mad?
- That means you've been up to something, hasn't it?
- Answer me first, won't you be angry?
No, fuck! I told you. You can give it to me but answer the fucking question what have you been doing? - l was writhing trying to control my hard-on and desire for fun without even leaning on my dick or penetrating someone
She was still manipulating me without responding, and I couldn't take it.
- If you don't answer right away, I won't let you give it to anyone!
- I've been having some trouble.
- What do you mean? <unk>Uns malhos... how far did you go? She didn't answer.
I was going crazy, and I couldn't control myself.
Make fun of me by telling what the fuck you did!
I was naked, and so was he.
I started laughing right away, listening to that and seeing that I was delivered and not angry but super excited she went on:
I sucked his dick and he sucked mine, we made fun of each other's mouth.
Then my desire was multiplied, and I wept aloud in a convulsion such as never had been before; then the whole bedclothes were shaken.
You said that my dick would get moist with this little weasel, and it disgusted you.
- That was before.
I asked, looking into her eyes.
She didn't hold my gaze.
- Are you mad at me?
I could see that she was trembling and worried, but it didn't make me angry at her; on the contrary, I loved her more than ever before.
No, I'm not mad at you.
"Even after I told you that?" she asked, not even looking at me.
I wanted to give you an absolutely truthful answer, and even though I didn't understand what I was feeling yet...
- I'm not really mad at you. I never imagined that something like this would give me such a hard-on. In fact, everything that happened here today has left me dying of itching. And dying of love too. - I lifted her chin and made her look into my eyes to say: "I love you very much and am not angry with you".
She hugged me and had tears in her eyes.
I love you very much too, and I don't want to lose you.
You owe me all the details of what you've been up to.
I didn't even know men could get a hard-on in there, she told me.
- But you've been practicing.
She taught me by doing it to myself, and then I trained her.
That scared the hell out of me.
When you've had your fun again, we can talk more.
Only then did I realize that we weren't just pretending when we talked.
- She asked unsure.
Is it true that you've never given to another, until today?
I didn't want to do anything in secret, but I wanna give.
My pinto gave life again when I answered.
You can, as long as you tell me everything that's happened so far and what happens from now on in detail.
Seeing my dick already "half bomb" again, so quickly she grabbed it and stroked while answering with a silly face:
- What, now?
- Right now!
And she talked and made fun of me for four hours, from that moment on I found out my wife is not just a wonderful mother and caring housewife.
And I love her more.
Written by Mar and narrated by Andressa's husband, the author can be contacted at mar000002@gmail.com