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.

But it depended a lot on Roberto's girlfriend, too. If she

was one of those who arrives home and puts on tight clothes, Pat would also

wear more modest clothes so as not to cause jealousy. Sometimes she would put a

blouse over her bikini that went down to the middle of her ass, covering her

bikini panties and showing the flesh of her ass, so it looked like she was

naked under the shirt, and in this case she looked more sensual than if she was

only wearing a bikini.

Roberto and I always respected each other, but the same way

I noticed his girlfriends, it was impossible for him not to look at Pat walking

around and swinging her blouse with her pert ass, looking like she was naked.

But he kept his decency and didn't stare.

In the ardent kisses or in the cuddles that I gave to

Patrícia, or that he gave to his girlfriend, it was common for his cock to get

hard inside her swim suit and, because of this, Patrícia, who at first turned

her face away and pretended not to see, got used to it and behaved naturally,

that is, sometimes she didn't mind, sometimes she laughed or even said

something funny. One time his underwear had the laces untied, and after the

make-out he gave to na ex-girlfriend, his hard dick pushed the underwear forward.

The head of the dick was covered by the tank top, but the pubic area and the

body of the dick remained visible. When Patrícia saw it, she said jokingly

--"Beto, tighten your underwear so that I can see

everything!

His ex turned her face away immediately, out of silly

jealousy. We explained to her that we have na old friendship and Patrícia has

him as if he were my brother. She apologized for the joke, and said that it was

not the first time she had seen him in this state, that she didn't mind, etc.

I might think it was bad that my friend with his hard dick

showing up in his underwear in front of Pat, but we were friends, he always

respected my girlfriend, she never showed more than fraternal affection for

him, besides, she looked at him because she wasented to, and if I was going to

care about this, it would be better not to go with him to the beach house.

Some time later Beto got a new girlfriend, Fabiana (Fabi),

very outgoing and lively, very different from the previous one, and after 4

months of dating, Fabi and Pat were already good friends. Fabi was a light

brunette, pretty face, fake thin, with bigger breasts than Patrícia and a

smaller ass, but that matched well with her body. The height of the two was

close.

Roberto was loving his girlfriend. He said that she is

intelligent, good in bed, full of fantasies, and always lively. I can also say

that she was nice and attentive, with a captivating smile.

The first time we went to the beach house with Fabiana, we

arrived on Friday night, and went to a little bar, drank and ate, and returned

to the house. The house had two bedrooms, only one of which had air

conditioning, so we took fans with us. We were in the living room when Roberto

made love to Fabi and got a hard-on. She took his dick in her shorts in front

of us, and laughingly said that she would put out the fire later. It was good

to see that his new girlfriend was not going to give him silly jealousy crises.

We showered and Fabiana put on a cotton tank top without a

bra, which had a generous opening at the side, so that if she bent down,

whoever was standing to the side would see her breasts completely. I was a

little surprised that Roberto didn't even look scared. Patrícia saw it, looked

at me and made a face like 'did you see that? Great too, Pat didn't think it

was bad and I could better analyze that little melon, whose beak marked the

fabric.

We put some mattresses in the living room and turned on the

TV. Patrícia and I stayed on the sofa, and the two of them stayed on the

mattresses on the floor between the sofa and the TV. Even though the lights

were off, the brightness of the TV showed the outline of Fabiana's breasts

well. Suddenly they kissed and he put his hands under her blouse, touching her

breasts. She laughed and said:

"Stop, Beto, there are people here.

"They're not looking. Julio, close your eyes there.

You're very naughty. She took his dick over his shorts and

stroked it.

The two of us on the couch watching the grabbing, and I was

hoping to see Fabi's breasts. Patrícia said:

--"Guys, the mood is getting warmer. Come on, honey, let's

go to the bedroom and make you both comfortable.

I got up and went with her to the bedroom, I looked at

Roberto and he with that naughty smile bidding me good night.

Patricia and I barely arrived in the room and started having

sex, while we could also hear Fabiana's moans in the room. I came inside. We

lay there kissing. Patrícia got up, put on a top and a towel around her waist

to go to the bathroom, because the cum would run out. When we returned to the

room, her face was different, as if she had something to tell me. I asked her

what had happened, and she decided to tell me, asking me not to cause a stir. I

agreed and she began to talk: when she got to the bathroom, the door was

half-open with the light on. She opened the door and Roberto was standing in

front of the toilet, with his cock at half pump, taking a piss. When he saw the

door opening, he looked at the door and the two of them looked at each other.

--Sorry, Beto, I didn't know you were here," in a very low

voice.

And she leaned against the door waiting for him to come out

so she could clean herself up. Then she heard the sound of the shower, and the

sperm wanting to run down her leg. She decided to open the door, doing her best

not to lower her eyes, and asked softly:

-- "I need to use the toilet.

He didn't listen, turned off the shower and spoke:

"What?

--I need to use the toilet to clean myself, can you take a

shower later?

--I need to use the toilet to clean myself, can you take a

shower later?

"Come in. Pull the door over. Shhh," signaling silence.

So she did, trying not to look at him. She pulled the door

open and stood there.

I'm going to take a shower with my back to you. You can use

the toilet, I won't look at you. She turned around and continued her shower.

She had two options: get out of there, and hold her sperm in

her hand, or accept the proposal. She took the second option. She took the

towel off, sat on the toilet, and started to pee, with Roberto on the other

side of the shower stall, with his ass facing her. When Roberto went to get the

shampoo, he turned around a bit, and when he threw the shampoo on his head, he

had his eyes closed and was rubbing his head. When she told me, she said:

-- "Julio, when he was peeing his cock was already big. When

he stood on the side with his hard dick, my God, how Fabi can stand it. It's

not only big, it's thick.

-I know Pat, I've known him for 8 years.

I imagined that rascal with the hard stick showing Patricia

on purpose. He's my friend but I wouldn't miss the opportunity. I know he is

proud of his 'instrument'.

As she was only wearing a top on the toilet, I asked if

Roberto had seen her naked, and she said no, because she sat there the whole

time, since she also had to take a shower to clean herself after he left. I

asked:

-"Honey, did you stay there all the time watching him take a

shower with a hard dick?

--No, Julio. I only looked when he had his eyes closed

because of the shampoo. I also said that it was better to stay there than to

leave the bathroom and then come back in again and make noise, arousing my or

Fabiana's curiosity about a situation that was difficult to explain. I asked

-I asked: "What did he do when he finished showering? Where

did he dry off?

--He opened the shower stall, took the towel and dried

himself off in the shower stall. He said something, but I answered by looking

straight ahead, without looking at him. Only when he was already in his towel

did I look at him, a little embarrassed because he had a hard dick in his

towel. He apologized and I gave him a smile, then he left the bathroom and I

went into the shower stall. That was it.

And that was the case she told me about. I, who was going to

go to the bathroom to clean my dick to give a second one, didn't even do that.

I sucked Pat and gave her a phenomenal humping that she realized was more

vigorous. Pat made a point of moaning loudly just as Fabiana had done. She likes

to talk during sex, and sensing that I was putting her in the mood, she talked

a lot too:

-- "come, my dog", "spank your little bitch", "fuck, hot",

and I called her a little bitch as usual, and she said "I'm your little bitch,

am I?" "do you like me like a little bitch?", "come, fuck your whore!".

I came on her breasts and fell on my side. She smiled and

asked me:

--"Baby, are you excited by what happened?

-I don't know, honey. Did you get excited seeing his cock?

--No. You know that Beto is like a brother.

And she lay on top of me, hugging me and spraying me with my

own cum, and we made love. Then she got up and pulled me into the shower.

In the morning I am already in my beach shorts, Roberto too,

Patrícia and Fabiana in their yesterday's clothes. Friends, Fabiana's breasts

were a spectacle inside that blouse illuminated by the morning light. What a

delight. It was impossible not to get a blowjob once in a while, especially

since Patrícia had seen Roberto's cock the night before. I contained myself so

as not to find na angle that would give me a better view of her breasts that

were almost showing through the side of her shirt.

We had breakfast and went to the beach. My dear friends,

when Fabiana took off her beach jacket, a bikini appeared showing perfectly the

volume of her pussy, which was quite fleshy by the looks of it. Patrícia even

said:

-- "friend, this bikini of yours is tense!

I took the cue to look directly at her pussy, as

if curious to understand what Patricia was saying. Fabiana smiled and answered

that she likes bikinis like that because of the sun exposure, as if she didn't

understand that the criticism was about how the bikini showed the contours of

her pussy, and not about the format of the sun exposure it left. The subject

died right there, but it was impossible to have a beer while standing and,

while talking to the two, not take a look at the pussy evidenced by the fabric

of the bikini. If you think Patrícia was enjoying this, she certainly was not.

And I swear I tried to disguise my gaze, although I didn't even need to, given

what had happened the night before. But Pat, as I said, has a personality in

the right balance, and I'd better not push my luck."Come in. Pull the door

over. Shhh," signaling silence