It was a Thursday and my wife told me that we had a birthday of a friend of hers to go to. Light stuff, a livelier bar, with live music and such. I never had a problem attending social events with her, after all I love a beer. But on that specific day I was very wrapped up in work. I realized that I would not arrive in time to go, I communicated and she asked if she could go without me. He said he wasn't very into it, that he would end early, but that he couldn't not go because of their proximity. I did, of course.

When I got home, around 8:30 pm, she naturally wasn't there. I took my shower, had dinner and sat on the couch to have a beer watching TV. The hour went by and nothing came back.

Around 11:30 pm, I decided to send a message asking what time she would be back. At first, I'm a quiet guy with these things. The problem was that she answered me in an audio with her voice already revealing a slight drunkenness and saying that she would take the nightcap and come back. I didn't like that anymore, I hated it when she drank a lot, especially without me. The chance that I, sober at home, would have to clean up drunk shit was high. I remembered that she said she would return early and questioned the time she would arrive. She, about 10 minutes later, answered me saying that she was taking the uber.

Let me again describe my wife here. She is a very beautiful woman, with fair skin and wavy brown hair just like her eyes. It is around 1.60 tall very well distributed. She has medium breasts, a round butt, and thick thighs. She's very far from being chubby, but she has meat to squeeze - the way I love it. She wore a red dress that was glued to her body. He had a V-neckline, which revealed her medium breasts as well as tightening them up making them look bigger. Her length was very short, to the point that I almost saw the beginning of her ass when she turned her back to lock the door. Her thick thighs were completely exposed and, to make matters worse, she had even put on high heels that made her ass even more perky. It was impossible for me not to foam with jealousy.

Where had she gone dressed like that? On the birthday? Why did you choose that outfit just on the day I wouldn't go? She didn't usually dress that way almost ever, especially away from me. Seeing me sitting on the couch, she immediately greeted from afar:

- Hi, love! OK?

I looked at her firmly and asked dryly:

"Where were you until this hour?"

- On Carla's birthday, love. I told you I was going.

The cynical tone of his answer irritated me even more. The feeling I had was that she clearly wanted to tease me.

- You said you were going to come back early. Have you seen what time it is?

- Sorry, love, but I was there drinking with the girls... you know how it is. We started dancing and I lost track of the time.

When I heard this answer, I couldn't help but raise my tone.

-Dance? Didn't you go to the bar?

- And we went, wow! But there was live music there, the girls wanted to dance and I wasn't going to be at the table alone...

Now she responded in a soft voice, trying to pose as a victim in the situation. Unfortunately, this doesn't stick with me, so I asked seriously:

- Are you messing with me? Do you think I'm some asshole?

She feigned a scared face. You could tell it was a pretense, because she pretends badly. She really wanted to hit me, and that's what me off the most.

- What is this, my love, calm down... I was just enjoying it with my friends. No man came close to me, relax...

When she said that, she came close to me trying to hug me and play the affectionate woman.

- I'm all yours, no need to worry.

She tried to hug me and kiss me and I dodged.

- Do you think I look like a clown? I asked with a clearly angry face.

- Why is that, love? I didn't do anything, I swear!

I didn't suspect her fidelity, what annoyed me is that she clearly wanted to provoke me.

-Nothing? Are you sure?

I grabbed her by the arm and walked to the hallway, and she came a little staggering still because of the heel. There, there was a mirror. I stopped her in front of the mirror and asked, still in an angry tone:

- Is that nothing to you? Look at this outfit. You're looking like a whore. Are you messing with me?

- Ain, love, I thought you would find it beautiful...

- You're really messing with me, you just can. - I turned her body with her back to the mirror and continued - Look at this fuck. You've got your ass almost all out in this fucking dress.

The flesh of her ass had begun to show because the dress went up as she walked. She, naturally, pulled down and said:

- Sorry, my love, I hadn't seen it...

- Sorry is fucking fun. You chose this outfit knowing the risks and you were still dancing. You got your ass all out there while you danced, you bitch!

- I didn't, I swear!! I swear, love!

- Look at this shit! You look like a piranha from Vila Mimosa. A married woman like you. Don't know how to behave?

She began to get nervous about the situation, largely because of the drinking. Certainly she didn't expect me to get so angry.

- Look at this fucking huge cleavage marking your tits. Are you crazy? - I pulled the left side of the cleavage down, revealing her braless chest

- Honey, I'm sorry... - she started to speak making a crying face, but I knew her and knew it was still staging.

- Look at the size of this dress. You never go out dressed like this when I'm together, why did you decide to go out like a whore today? Huh?

- I didn't see a problem, love. I wanted to look beautiful, it was my friend's birthday, but I didn't think that would upset you. Forgive me...

- How am I not going to get angry? Can't I let my wife leave without me that she dresses like a slut? Look at the size of this dress, your leg is all out

"Sorry, love, I'm sorry, please," now I began to believe the crying face, though no tears were left of his face yet

- You still put that heel to close the slut's combo. She never wears a heel of that size and decided to wear it today. Everyone on this birthday must have thought you were a slut

- Nobody found it! The girls complimented me, said I was beautiful. Don't you think so?

- You're looking like a little farm for whom I wouldn't pay 200 reais to eat - I was really possessed with hatred

- Don't you talk like that, love, please?

- How come I don't talk like that? You look like a whore. Want to dress like a whore, I'll treat you like one then!

I lifted her dress and revealed her thong panties also red. It made me even more mad.

- Look at that, even the panties matching the dress. You're a fucking bitch. I'm disgusted with you!

I walked back to the living room, grabbed the beer and sat on the couch. I was really upset with hatred. Soon she came after me, still the way she was. Hanging dress showing her panties and a tit out. Her eyes were full of tears and begged:

- Forgive me, love! I didn't mean to you off. I wanted to look beautiful so everyone knows how lucky you are. Don't you like that I look pretty? Please forgive me. Don't talk to me like that! If you want, I'll throw this dress away now!

"Don't you want to me off?" You came out dressed like a whore. You never dress like that. Are you kidding me?

When I answered, she started throwing a mini-tantrum. She started kicking still in heels and pulling the dress away from her body. Realizing the state, I controlled my hatred and held it. Looking into his eyes, I said firmly:

-Stopped. Look at the noise. We have neighbors.

She obeyed and begged again in a lower tone:

- Don't do it like that, love. I didn't mean to you off. You know I love you so much and I'm yours alone. I didn't mean to you off, I swear. Forgive me, please! Please!

At the moment she said that, I, already controlling myself from the hatred, remembered a teaching I had learned in the first relationship I had:

If my wife is jealous of me, I calm her down and then fuck her pussy saying how beautiful she is, how much I love her, how much I want only her for me. Now, if I'm the one who's jealous, I make a quick reflection: if I have something to suspect of betrayal, it's a breakup. If it's just insecurity, like in this case, the solution is simpler: fuck hard to drain the hatred from the heart.

So, upon hearing his request, I opened a wry smile, put my hand to the side of his face and caressed. I noticed her disarming, thinking I was going to be calm, but I lowered my hand to the back of her head and held her tight, making her look into my eye:

- If you want to dress like a whore, then you will be treated like a whore. My whore!

I pulled his body against me while my other hand was already advancing to his exposed ass and squeezing hard. I gave him a fierce tongue kiss, while squeezing and hitting his ass. I went down the back of her neck squeezing her whole body until I found her bare chest. I squeezed it hard and stopped the kiss. She took advantage of the gap to say once again:

- Sorry, love, I'm sorry!

I took my hand in front of her mouth gently and covered it. With the other, I hit her ass and brought it to my face in a sign of silence, which was complemented with:

- Shut up, you bitch!

I went back to kissing his mouth, and soon I started to go down to his neck. The hands were already passing through her chest, ass and thigh. I firmly squeezed all parts of his body and then lowered my mouth to his chest already out. I started sucking slowly and accelerated the pace. With my hands, I looked for her panties and threw them aside, realizing that her pussy was already soaked.

I stuck one finger in and then the other, starting a fingering movement as my mouth sucked hard on her chest and my right hand alternated between hitting her ass, squeezing her thigh, squeezing her thigh, hitting her ass.

She could no longer contain her moans and I continued. I took my mouth off my chest and then pulled the other one out as well. I used my free hand to hang her neck while her mouth went to her other breast. And she moaned more and more.

I stopped all movement and looked deep into my wife's eyes. She was panting and horny. Seeing that hot slut in front of me, I slapped her breasts twice firmly and went back to cursing.

- You're a slut, right? You piranha

-No! I'm not! I'm your wife, I love you. Don't talk like that...

I slapped her tit again and looked deep into her eyes again. With my left hand, I hung his neck and with my right hand I slapped him firmly in the face.

- Shut up, you bitch! Shut your mouth!

She looked down, in a submissive posture. Unceremoniously, I went back to sticking both fingers in her pussy.

- You're not worth a fucking thing! It's all wet. You little!

I held her neck with one hand and with the other I started a quick back and forth movement in her pussy, making my wife moan a lot.

I was still fully dressed, so I stopped the movement and said:

- Whore who is a whore has to breastfeed.

I pulled the cock out of shorts and made the movement on his shoulders to order him to duck.

- Mama, bitch! - I said slapping him in the face

She squatted down still in heels and partially dressed, held my cock by the base and grabbed the head. If it wasn't something happening in the living room of my house, I would believe it was really a whore.

My wife swallowed my cock, but I realized that I was still sucking shyly. I know her, I know what she's capable of. I took the cock out of his mouth, hit him in the face and said:

- Suck your male right, you whore!

She looked up and started to try harder. As he sucked, he looked at me for a sign of approval. I controlled myself to stay serious, but the blowjob was good. She swallowed the whole cock and held it inside with her mouth on my pubis looking at my eyes. It's a beautiful scene to see the woman you love and die of lust sucking you like this.

She took the cock out of her mouth and started licking the balls, jerking off to me with her right hand and smoothing my thigh with her left. I kept cursing, calling her a piranha and all the synonyms and telling her to breastfeed.

The sucking on the balls with the handjob began to increase the horniness even more, so I fired:

- Dressed like a whore, I sure wanted cock. I wanted to feel a cock in my throat, right, slut? So now you're going to feel it.

I ran my right hand through the base of his hair, held it tight and guided his mouth again to my cock. I slowly pushed it in until the end, while holding his head. I went back to the beginning and repeated the movement, now faster. I repeated it and increased the speed.

Now imagine the scene: a hottie crouching under a heel in front of you, with a tiny dress pulled up revealing her panties and breasts out, with her cock in her mouth. Her makeup was all smudged from the tears and the work she was doing. It was wonderful.

I started to thrust the cock into her mouth and she held my thighs to hold on. I increased the speed and fucked her throat as if it were a pussy, while shouting:

- That's what you wanted, right, slut? Piranha I treat like this!

I shoved my cock down her throat until I couldn't take it anymore, and she tried to resist bravely. I slapped her cheek while pressing her face against my pubis to make her swallow everything and cursed her with every name.

When I got tired, I took the cock out of his mouth and told him to get up. She straightened her hair and made mention of fixing her dress and taking off her heels. I immediately reprimanded her and told her to stay as she was.

I approached her and used my right hand to caress her face, looking closely at her eyes full of water after facefuck and panting. I caressed gently for 3 seconds, before slapping her face again. She looked surprised, I imagine she didn't expect it and I went to the center of the sofa.

I sat down with my cock at the ready and she came wanting to sit on top. I immediately scolded him and asked:

- What time did you leave?

- At 8 pm - she replied with a face of someone who didn't understand.

I told her to lie face down perpendicular to my lap. I left her ass within reach and caressed her lightly. I removed her panties gently, and penetrated my two fingers of her left hand into her pussy. He did the internal caress while he finished the calculationAhn? - she asked through her moans

- 255 minutes that you were on the street dressed as a whore and disrespecting me.

I said this by removing my fingers from her pussy.

- Ain, love! Don't stop, it was tasty. Forgive me!

"I'll forgive you, of course," I said, inserting my fingers into her pussy again, drawing a deep moan and a smile. "But first you need to be punished to learn your place."

- Plaft! - I slapped her left buttock for the first time

- 2. PLAFT! - another slap, this time on the right buttock

I waited a few seconds while caressing her buttock to give the third slap:

- PLAFT!

She moaned in protest of pain.

- Calm down, there are only 252 left now. You better stick your ass up so it doesn't hurt anymore...

With my fingers still in her pussy, she moaned and adjusted her body, rearing her ass a little.

- PLAFT!

There were two blows on each buttock. Her ass began to have a red mark in addition to the white bikini mark. I stroked a lot and went back to work:

- PLAFT! PLAFT! PLAFT! PLAFT! PLAFT!

Five slaps in a row on the same buttock made her scream in pain. While she protested, the other hand looked for her clitoris to caress lightly, causing that mix of sensations.

She closed her eyes waiting for the blow, and I delighted in the moment caressing her beautiful ass.

I gave three more, followed by a kiss on the spot accompanied by a mocking "so as not to hurt"

There were 244 missing. It was obvious that I wouldn't give that amount of spanking, but I wanted to see how far she could take it. How far she could bear to be punished by the male she chose for life.

I turned her body on its side, placing it facing me. I caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples while slapping her ass without order and without sequence.

She accepted her sentence with resignation and this made me sure that there was no evil. Maybe she wanted to provoke me so that I would her more violently, but never to see me in the state I was.

I squeezed his chest again and slapped them twice.

- Here it is not valid. But I'll give you that teaspoon.

The truth is that she endured well. He didn't ask to stop. I have no idea how many slaps I gave, but I stopped when my hand started to hurt and I started to worry about hurting it for real. Yes, I was annoyed. Yes, I wanted to punish her. But still she was my princess and I had to take care of her. It could not damage it.

I turned her body on her back and fingered her pussy masterfully on the inside while the other hand smoothed on the outside. When I noticed her panting and the proximity of the cum, I removed my fingers and slapped her pussy three times. She moaned even louder and started to want to finger herself. I took his hand away, got up from the couch and leaned over his body.

- Now it's time for me to fuck you - I said penetrating my cock in her pussy

The position on the couch didn't do any favors, but I insisted on firm thrusts while looking into her face and calling her a whore. She moaned and sometimes seemed to show no reaction to the words themselves. I held her by the scruff of the neck again and, thrusting firmly to the bottom, slapped her twice in the face and spit in her face

-Piranha!

I had never spat in his face, so I had no idea how he reacted. After the cursing, I raised my body to facilitate more intense thrusting. When I moved, she hugged me and signaled that I should get closer again.

"What's wrong, slut?" I asked again, squeezing his neck

With her hands on my back, keeping me close to her, she said between moans:

-I am sorry... Uh... love! I went... Uh... a whore... Uh... but I'm not... Uh... Like this! Forgive me... Uh

I slapped her face again and stocked it tightly, but she kept wanting to speak:

- Can you me... Uh... punish! I deserve it! Forgive me, please... Uh... I love you!

I lifted my torso despite her trying to hold me, I squeezed her chest tightly while the other hand hung tightly. I started to put it at the fastest speed I could and only stopped when I saw his little red face. I spat on her face and stood up, taking my cock out of her pussy.

- Go wash that face, bitch! All spit out. How disgusting!

She didn't seem to understand, after all I had been the one who had spat out of nowhere, but she went to the bathroom and washed it. When I returned to the living room, I grabbed her again by the hair and guided her to our bedroom.

Holding on tight to the back of her neck, I pressed my body on hers to the wall and started to speak in her ear:

- I'm going to eat you like a whore! Do you know what position I like to eat bitch?

-Which? - she replied a little sly

- What is the official position of eating whore? You should know, you slut!

- I don't know... I am sorry!

I walked away without letting go of her hair and slapped her ass again.

- With a tail like that, what do you think?

- Okay, you can eat...

I put her hands against the wall and took advantage of the fact that the heel gave the perfect height to brush her pussy and stand up. I squeezed her waist and put my cock in mercilessly, listening to her scream with pleasure. I took the opportunity to slap him a few more, because I'm not made of iron, and ordered:

- Put the pillow on the floor, kneel on it and rears that ass I'm going to put it in.

She obeyed me and took a stand. He got on all fours with his ass perky and his ass wide open. I went to the closet, grabbed the lube and walked over to her. I smeared her little hole with the cream and stuck my finger in unceremoniously. She even gave that pirate jump, but she didn't protest. With the other hand, I smeared my cock and prepared myself.

On all fours on the floor, in an animalistic way, I slowly put my cock in his asshole. After I passed my head, it became easier, and I took the rest of my body. When I put it all in, I squeezed her waist tightly and roared with pleasure. I started the back and forth movement in that ass and delighted in how tight it was.

- Piranha is just like that! - I said - I'll put it in the ass and fuck it! You like it, right, you slut?

She just moaned more and more. I stuck my cock to the bottom and tried to risk a maneuver. I hadn't done this in years, and I had never done it with her. It was the day. With her on all fours, with my cock stuck in her ass, I stretched my leg and stepped on her face. I went back to thrusting slowly to get myself into position and let go of a hard slap on her ass.

- Fucking whore!

Already adapted, I started punching hard as I stepped on his face. I felt enormous pleasure in subduing that whore who had challenged me. I gave as much gas as I could in the and I started to feel the coming.

I came out of it and saw that hole widened by my cock. I slapped her ass again and told her to turn around. On my back, I placed both of his legs on my shoulder and leaned my body forward. The angulation allowed me to stick my cock in her asshole again and left her completely bent and crushed by my weight.

I squeezed her breasts with both hands and cursed her with everything that came to mind. She squeezed her thighs, her waist, went back to her breasts.

Until when I squeezed her chest and neck together, she declared:

- I love you, my love

At the same time I slapped him in the face and replied:

- He loves nothing. Since when does a whore love someone?

At that time, his eye watered:

- I love you, I love you yes! I swear!

- You're a whore, I'm not going to fall for your shitty chat!

The more she spoke, the more violence I employed:

- No, I love you. I swear... I'm not a whore!

- You're a fucking whore, that's right!

- But I'm yours, yours alone

- My what? You bitch!

- You whore! You little. Only yours!

I slapped her in the face and realized that she directed a hand to her pussy. I slapped him in the face and scolded:

- Why do you have your hand in your pussy, you bitch?

"I'm sorry, please," she removed her hand, "you can hit me all you want, I deserve it!" I'm your whore, you can do whatever you want with me!

Realizing that I wouldn't last much longer, I put her hand back on her pussy and gave a smile of complicity. I continued the lunge with force and she kept repeating:

- You can hit me! Beat up this bitch! I deserve it!

I didn't beg and slapped her face and chest!

- I'm a whore indeed, but I'm yours. I'm yours alone! Hit me, use me as you want!

I slapped her thighs, her ass, her chest... in everything! And she didn't stop:

- Eat your whore's ass hard! Eat while you shove the punch in her! She deserves it! I deserve it!

I grabbed her left thigh and turned her body, making her stand half on her side, and continued thrusting violently. I'm not sure if it was the position or not, but it facilitated the caresses she made in her pussy and I started to feel her body tremble. His moans grew louder and his body trembled.

- Are you going to cum, bitch? You're going to cum on your male's dick, are you?

- I'm going... - she replied moaning a lot

- Cum for your man, slut, go - and beat her ass that was already very red

- Ain I'm going to cum, love!

- Cum, bitch! He enjoys being beaten while taking cocks in the ass. That's what you're for, right, bitch? That's what you like!

I spat on her face and squeezed her chest and arm firmly as she moaned and came. I slowed down to let her compose herself, but I didn't stop putting it in. A few seconds passed and she herself interrupted the silence:

- Cum for your whore, love! A little like that to serve you,!

I turned his body to face and went back to mom and dad.

- for me, go! I love you! - At that she stretched out her hands to caress my nipple, which is my weak point - I love you and I love being your whore! I want you to fill me with milk!

I ran my hand behind her back and made her lean on her elbows. I squeezed his neck, slapped him one more time and bent my body to go deeper. When I did, she hugged my body and reached my chest with her tongue. He gave a nice kiss in the region, speeding up my cum process more.

- for your little, love! - she said caressing my freshly kissed nipple - I want to feel my man's hot cum

Lost by horniness, I amended a new sequence of curses and announced that I was going to cum. I removed the cock from his asshole and aimed towards his mouth. She was waiting for me with her tongue out and with her hands squeezing her breasts. I spurted that thick cum towards her mouth and also hit her tits. I filled her mouth and she made a point of showing it before swallowing. I took my last breath and stopped cumming. Still in that position, she brought her hand to my cock and went back to masturbating.

- Was it good to cum on your little bitch? Your milk was delicious! - she said while with the other hand she cleaned the drops that fell on her chest and took her mouth

I thought I had already cummed everything, but she still managed to extract a few more drops of semen from my still hard cock. When there was really nothing left, I laid the body still on the floor and she went to the bathroom.

I got up and went to bed, where she also came after taking off the rest of her clothes and cleaning herself.

- I loved being your whore, love! - she said giving me a kiss on the cheek

- You liked it, right? - I replied in a much better mood

- I love it when you dominate me and show who's boss...

- That's fine, but when you want me to fuck more angrily, just let me know. You don't need to make today's cardboard. - I said again getting serious

- I know, my love. I'm really sorry. I didn't do it to annoy you, I swear!

-Are you sure?

- I swear by everything! I confess that it made me horny to see you possessed of jealousy for me, but it wasn't on purpose, seriously!

- I hope it doesn't happen again. I don't like these things!

- All right, love! I promise your wife will be well behaved. If you want, I even throw the dress away...

- You don't have to. Leave it there, but you will only use it when I tell you to...

So, I gave her a kiss on the forehead, wrapped her body in a hug and soon we relaxed and slept like a couple in love

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