My wife thought Eduardo deserved a Ferrari .

My wife brought home Eduardo, a colleague who was kind to her and gave her a ride to the house, but she insisted that he come in and when I arrived tired from work, my wife was having a lot of fun with him, who was very cheerful, shameless, he took off his shirt in front of her, she was so impressed with his healed body, that she passed her hand to feel his muscles, played for a long time with his nipples, and was so ashamed that she licked his chest muscle and she had hard nipples. She cooked a nice dinner for him, while he watched her stroll through the kitchen in the clear baby blanket with the clear plastic apron on top. I don't like her wearing that apron that makes her sweat a lot and wet the baby blanket. But my wife had a lot of fun showing off in front of him. During dinner, the guy was telling me how much he dreamed of having a Ferrari, and that he was going to have it soon, and my wife said that the man deserved a Ferrari, and she said that I would give him one. I objected, because I don't have that kind of money, but my wife was insistent, and my bonus at the firm was all to pay the entry fee for the Ferrari for the new guy she brought home. My wife said that if I didn't give her the Ferrari for the price, she'd travel with it and she wouldn't know when she'd be back, and in the end, the expense would be the same. The next day, the guy came back to my house indignant, he was angry that he had flipped the Ferrari, and furious, he came into the house, looking for my wife, grabbed her by the neck while she was smiling at him, and in front of me, ripped her clothes, leaving her boob entirely outside, ripped her panties off, like a rag, pulled the roller out, it looked like a jeep, thick and long, and hit my wife's groin and discharged all his anger into the furnace of her love. I picked up the phone and was going to call the police, but my wife gave me a censorious look, that only she intimidates me that way, and I hung up the phone. The guy turned into an animal and punched angrily in her little face, hitting her and she smiled, staring into his eye, which made him even angrier and he got more violent in the punches. The guy punched for more than an hour in her little hand, which swelled a lot and pulsed, burning, looking like a healthy little heart beating, looking more even, a little mouth that took a nice beating from a professional boxer, while she looked enchanted by the aggressiveness of the guy. And then he turned his back on her and he started shoving her ass in my face, and I didn't know what to do, because if my wife was okay with it, I had to let her be used by that home rapist against her will. My wife agreed to marry me on the condition that I wouldn't stop her from having her life and having her affairs, by the way. Since she's so much for my truck, I hit it off, because I'd never have a woman like her in my life. But her bringing a guy into the house, and being so submissive to him like that, was leaving me beyond my bounds of permissiveness. Giving the Ferrari to the guy, too, was beyond what I thought my wife would do, but I was willing to do anything for her. At dawn, the guy collapsed unconscious on top of her, after so much fucking without taking it out, I looked at her under his hairy, muscular flesh, sleeping with a smile on his model face, I saw his naked tit with his pink little beak in the mouth of the bastard, his roll coming out slowly, centimeter by centimeter, softening, made a well-cooked Tuscan sausage by friction, from my wife's shag, which swollen, closed after being released, and I wondered if it was worth it for me, for my life. Two hours later, the guy's dick picked up again and he woke her up fucking her until dawn, when he passed out all over my wife, who grabbed him, not letting him get off the top. They woke up late, and she made him strong coffee and said to my face: He deserves another Ferrari!