handing over to my wife

We were on vacation in Pinamar, enjoying those sunny days, a weekend where a friend couple came to visit us. We mentioned that my wife hadn't found a job yet, my friend Sebastian says... I've got a guy here who knows someone with a company, he's looking for a receptionist, do you want me to call him so maybe your wife could have chances...to which I responded yes.

I commented this to my wife and obviously we were grateful that this friend remembered her.

Facing me, my friend calls this person and we agree that he comes to dinner that night with us at the house we were renting.

Up until then everything was normal, obviously the idea was to get my wife a job.

Night falls on dinner, Marcos (the person we had invited) arrives at our house, we dine normally, the topic of my wife looking for work comes up and Marcos himself says: because when they don't come to see me (he was actually saying it about my wife), this conversation ended there and the topic changed.

After everyone leaves, I'm left alone with my wife and she's happy about the possibility of starting to work, but in some way I have to be honest and sincere. During dinner, I notice that this Marcos looked at my woman for a moment with certain...let's say desire...one of those things as a man receives.

To the next day, we get up, went to the beach, being with this friendly couple. Sebastian (my friend) tells me, do you want me to call Marcos...ok I said, later Marcos arrives where we were, and we started talking about football and life things.

On that occasion, I was more attentive at the level of observing the gaze of this Marcos towards my wife and in the end that heats me up.

Afternoon comes and we leave the beach, all of us, my friend Sebastian with his wife returning to Buenos Aires since they had stayed alone for the weekend and I would be left again with my wife.

On Monday we woke up as usual with my wife, and went to the beach. At some point she asked if I would accompany her for a walk on the beach, but I didn't feel like it and she got up and said, 'I'm going to take a little walk.'

When she comes back to me, she says...you don't know who I crossed with, and she tells me that she had crossed with this Marcos, who was in Pinamar with friends, at that moment, don't ask anything, don't investigate her.

Days pass, our vacations are ending, we're returning to Buenos Aires.

We knew that Marcos was coming back the first fortnight of February and that in that week she would have to go to an interview at her company about the labor theme.

This happens on a Wednesday, when I come back from work, my wife tells me that she went to the interview and that there was a high percentage of her staying with the job, she asked who interviewed her and she told me it was someone from human resources, on one hand this gave me a certain sense of calm.

The week after that, I came home from work and my wife told me they had called her and that the job was for her; this obviously made me happy since it would serve both of us to cover our expenses, I highlight that I earn merely well, but as many will know, it's not the same as having two sources of income instead of one, since our children were starting university.

At the time she started working, we always talked about how it had gone etc etc...and she tells me that they invited her to spend a day at Marcos' estate and obviously I was also invited since it was celebrating more than an anniversary of the company where she recently started working.

We were still warm and it was a Sunday, we woke up early, my wife started showering and she has the habit of preparing her clothes before showering, and I see that she had bought a white lacy bodysuit quite deep-cut. When she comes out of the bathroom, I tell her...but do you think this is appropriate...and she says smiling...oh me...let me show myself...okay I said to myself and the question is that we left.

We arrived at the place, there was a lot of people, we ate barbecue, got to know other people... until in a moment my wife takes off her short that she had on and the gazes of several were very obvious, some obviously simulated, but as I'm a good observer I noticed that.

Until that moment everything was going normally, people start to leave by the hour, some early since the return to capital from Pilar is quite tedious, we stay late because I didn't want to catch the traffic congestion that usually forms and the thing is that we stayed, Marcos (owner of that house), my wife and I.

We talk about life things until we leave, on the way, I tell my wife how some people stare at her and my wife hugs me and says...oh no, you're jealous again...and that's where the topic ends.

We got home, got into bed...and started making out, in a moment of passion I played a song that he had played before and I said, how I wish you would get with another guy

One day I got home, she was weird, but didn't ask anything, while lying in bed, she says to me:

She: I have to tell you something...you won't get angry

He's giving me a hard time

In that moment, I turned to see her face and she was with her eyes closed like a gesture of fear/remorse, I didn't say anything and started giving her kisses all over...until we started doing it, when I was inside her, and in the middle of her panting, I said...you'll take it from me...and she wasn't responding...I kept insisting with the same question until she told me, I need some time, so I decided not to insist anymore.

Days went by, the situation kept repeating itself (in bed and at the precise moment), until she confessed to me that Marcos would reach her almost near my house every time she left work and there I'd tell her everything was fine...every time we were in bed, he'd bring up the topic and she'd be telling me things Marcos would say to her...until one day she says...(we were in the middle of orgasm, both cumming) and confesses that she kisses Marcos...when she said that, my excitement became terrible...and she obviously noticed it, since every time we brought up the topic, she'd sense my situation.

A Wednesday, she tells me I don't want to end up like anyone, and I told Marcos that this weekend I would be alone and you were going to see your parents, and he agreed to go out to dinner with him...obviously I understood this and it really excited me, and I said...I want you to leave with him...let him catch you, don't hold back, I like your decision...I love you...and she says: I don't want this to be because something bad happens between us...to which I responded: always and you know, my desire is for a guy to catch you and then tell me all the details of what happened...the problem is that we keep having sex and falling asleep.

The day arrives...Saturday...she's going to the hairdresser, she went to get her hands done, to depilate and do everything a woman does for a special occasion. When I see her, I notice she bought a dress, with her back to the air and a low-cut neckline, and a very sexy lingerie set (including stockings and tights). This situation excited me. It's time for her to leave...I saw how it was going down, and while she was adjusting her clothes...I took her hand and said...I'd love to make love with you now...to which she responds when I get back

I love; I want you to know before anything that I love you, that it cost me to take this decision and that this won't change a thing about us, I think it will fortify because I notice in you that every time we touched on the subject you got excited, but I don't want to be selfish in that regard and as you'll see I'm willing to access your fantasy, confessing to you that I have a certain heat with Marcos, denying that would be false and that's what I least would do towards you, because of things we talked about every time he reached me at home made my heat, the only thing I ask is that when he returns, don't touch the subject, I want you to possess me, I want to feel you inside me because you're everything to me.

Hours passed... I imagined the situation, knowing she was with another guy made me hot, I felt weird, until I received a text message at around 2:30 am where it says: asked me to be her full wife for this night, can I? I love you

I replied: if your wife gets excited, I love you.

I couldn't sleep thinking about her...what she would be doing, but sleep overcame me, I got up at 11 am and she still hadn't returned, I took my cell phone and called her, she answered and I said: I know you're with him, don't get nervous, just respond simply...

He asked her if she fulfilled her desire, she tells me it's true, they really got along well and she keeps telling me yes, then she says to me, I'm at home but the landline phone doesn't work...I hope you can hear me...later she says...now I can talk, get away from him a lot and I ask her, did you give yourself 100% to him? And she tells me...when I arrive, I'll tell you, I love you so much...and we hang up, the reality is that the conversation was longer.

A while later, I receive a text message where she says: I'm staying overnight, we'll see each other tomorrow...I love you.

To the day after tomorrow, I'll get up, go to work, call her and she says, 'I'm at work now, I can talk...' And in the chat, she tells me that he wanted us to stay together on Sunday too, that she had it half-planned, which is why she took that bag with clothes. In that chat, she tells me... today I'll write you an email where I'll tell you the details, I don't want you to ask me when we're together...I just want you to possess me...I love you too much, obviously my desire to know what had happened was very great, but in a certain way I respected what she was saying, so I didn't delve into the topic of the phone conversation.

In the afternoon, I see your email where you tell me everything in detail, I would like to transcribe it but it would make it too long.

When I finished reading that email, my desire to be with her increased, so I called her and told her I was coming over. We did it...I picked her up and we arrived at home, having long and necessary breaks of sex, making incredible love (or rather, screwing in a way) since that email, where everything was detailed, made me very horny.