My Dear Wife

My story begins at the age of 26, when I had already known my good friend Roberto for almost 8 years, and I had been dating Patricia for 2 years or so. 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 above.

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

Roberto (Beto) is 1 year older, a little darker, approximately 1.80 m, normal body too, a little more fit than mine. Eight years ago, he moved into my building, and we soon became good friends. Son of separated parents since childhood, he lived alone with his mother. His father was a very successful businessman, he had another family, and I believe that since he didn't have much time for his son, he made up for it financially, not missing anything. I remember when I wasn't working, having enjoyed several ballads without spending a penny, with everything paid for by Beto, who wasn't sorry to spend his father's money. This facility in the financial field, I think, created a bad comfort zone, as Roberto was not very concerned about growing professionally in the company where he worked.

His mother, on the other hand, was a tough, hard-working type of woman, and I think that the hardship of life took her away from her a little bit. Maybe that's why Beto was totally different from his mother. He was always with an air of happiness stamped, since when we met. He looked on the bright side, had cool ideas, and lived life well. The day he met my parents, as soon as we became friends, he already won them over. He frequented 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 in her current husband's house than in ours. Over time I saw that my father was like a fatherly reference for him too, always giving important guidance, just as he did for me. I think this situation was fundamental for Roberto and I to have a solid and true brotherly feeling, perhaps stronger than that between many blood brothers out there.

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

When I was 24, I met Patrícia (Pat) at a party where I was with Roberto. He was the first friend of mine she ever met. Patrícia is 1 year younger than me, white but tanned, black hair, sometimes dyed, green eyes, 1.65m, nice body, pear-like breasts, no belly and a phenomenal ass, perky, round. Compared to the cream of the city babes, I'd give it a 9/10. When I met her, I was close to graduating in Law, and at the time of the short stories, she was dedicated to studying for competitions. 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 flatter her body, and especially her ass, without being vulgar.

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

Patrícia, Roberto and I went out together several times to clubs, with other friends or just the three of us, but he was never alone. In addition to being self-confident and having a good chat, sometimes he even put a vodka and energy combo on the table, or a bottle of whiskey, which made his achievements even easier. Bob liked to drink, but normally he didn't get drunk, just high. I never liked getting drunk to the point of tripping over my legs, so I'd drink less, or drink something lighter. Pat liked the drinks made by the bartender best, and from time to time she got a little high. She was still standing, excited, dancing, but you could see that she was 'with her eyes more closed'. I loved seeing her like this, because she was more relaxed and sensual.

On the weekends my parents used to go out to my grandparents' house, and Pat would wear more comfortable clothes like a cotton sleepwear (baby doll), or shorts and bra-shaped top, nothing indecent, and at the beginning of their relationship, if Beto arrived, she would change into more well-behaved clothes, or stay in my room watching TV, but over time 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 wasn't wearing something immodest.

Beto's father has a beach house in a town close to here, about 50km away, and several times I, Patrícia, Roberto and one of his girlfriends went to spend a weekend or a holiday.

Roberto and I used to wear beach trunks during the day, even after the beach. I have nothing to complain about my skills, I'm about 16 centimeters and I'm very satisfied, but Roberto is a giant by nature. The size 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 happens to be heady and thick, which is why it causes so much attention. In addition, he left the trunks a little lower, highlighting the volume of the dick, even when it was soft.