My Wife

My story begins at the age of 26, when I had known my good friend Roberto for almost 8 years, and was dating Patrícia for a little over 2 years. I lived with my parents and my older sister in a condominium with many middle-class apartments in a beach town, and my best friend Roberto lived in the same building with his mother, one floor up.

I am 1.76m tall, white, normal, neither fat nor thin. I was an engineer recently hired in a large company and already aspired to rise in position and professional growth, all due to the influence of my father, a high-ranking employee in another company, who taught me skills far beyond those we see in school, such as focus, strategic observation, organization, etc.

Roberto (Beto) is 1 year older, a little darker, 1,80m approximately, normal body too, a little fitter than mine. Eight years ago he moved into my building, and soon we made a good friendship. Son of separated parents since childhood, he lived alone with his mother. His father was a very successful businessman, had another family, and I believe that since he didn't have much time for his son, he compensated financially, leaving nothing missing. I remember when I wasn't working, I enjoyed several parties without spending a penny, with everything paid for by Beto, who was not sorry to spend his father's money. This ease in the financial field I think created a bad comfort zone, because Roberto didn't care much about growing professionally in the company where he worked.

His mother, on the other hand, was the type of tough, hardworking woman, and I think that the harshness of life took away some of her sympathy. Maybe this is why Beto was totally different from his mother. He always had an air of happiness about him, from the moment we met. He looked at things on the bright side, had cool ideas, and lived a good life. The day he met my parents, as soon as we became friends, he had already won them over. He came to my house as if he were a relative, with the approval of my parents and my older sister, who was engaged at the time, and lived more at her current husband's house than at ours. As time went by I saw that my father was like a paternal reference for him too, always giving important orientations, just like he did for me. I think that this conjuncture was fundamental for the emergence of a solid and true brotherly feeling between Roberto and me, perhaps stronger than that between many blood brothers and sisters out there.

At nightclubs, we already had girlfriends together, we already 'got' sisters, we even had sex with two friends we had met at a nightclub. Of course I had other friends, from the condominium, from the neighborhood, from work, but Beto was "THE" partner for all hours.

At 24 I met Patrícia (Pat) at a party where I was with Roberto. He was the first friend of mine that she met. She is 1 year younger than me, white but tanned, with black hair, sometimes dyed, green eyes, 1,65m tall, beautiful body, pear shaped breasts, no belly, and a phenomenal ass, pert and round. If I were to compare her to the cream of the city's cats, I would give her a score of 9/10. When I met her, I was close to graduating in Law, and at the time of the stories, she was studying for competitive examinations. Patrícia has the personality of someone who knows her potential. She was never bossy, much less submissive. In public she has always dressed well, with clothes that value her body, and especially her ass, without being vulgar.

As in any serious relationship, I went to her house and she went to mine, and just like Roberto, she also got along well with my parents and sister. My father especially adored her, because she was always very attentive to him, and liked to talk to him and learn the lessons that perhaps her father, a civil servant in a bureaucratic sector, didn't have to pass on to her. On many weekends my parents used to go to the countryside, to my grandparents' house, and Pat almost always spent the weekend with me.

Me, Patrícia and Roberto went out several times together to parties, with other friends or just the three of us, but he was never alone. Besides being self-confident and having a good conversation, sometimes he would even put on the table a combo of vodka with energy, or a bottle of wisky, which made his conquests even easier. Beto liked to drink, but he usually didn't get drunk, only loud. I never liked to get so drunk that I tripped over my legs, so I drank less, or something lighter. Pat liked the drinks made by the bartender better, and once in a while she would get a little pissy. She would still stand up and be excited, dancing, but you could see that she had her 'little eyes closed'. I loved to see her like that, because she was looser and more sensual.

On the weekends my parents used to go to the countryside, to my grandparents' house, and Pat would wear more comfortable clothes, like a baby doll, or a shorts and top in the shape of a bra, nothing indecent, and in the beginning of the courtship, but as time went by the friendship between the two grew stronger, and with the perception that Beto was not looking at her with desire, she started not to worry if she was not wearing something indecent.

Beto's father has a beach house in a town near here, about 50 km away, and several times me, Patrícia, Roberto and some girlfriend of his went to spend a weekend or holiday.

Roberto and I used to stay in our beach shorts during the day, even after the beach. I have nothing to complain about my skills, I have about 16 centimeters and I am very satisfied, but Roberto is giant by nature. The greatness of his dick is not even in the size, because it must measure between 20 or 21 centimeters, which would not be scary at all. It's just that it's big-headed and thick, which is why it causes so much attention. In addition, he left his bathing suit a little lower, highlighting the volume of his cock, even when it was soft.

Patrícia would take a shower after lunch and normally wear short clothes, like shorts and a top like she used to wear at my house, for example.