I married Ana in the 3rd year of college.
We were colleagues. We were friends a year.
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Our relationship started beautifully, but then I found out some ugly things about her. She told me what had happened and I was sorry for her. I was caring about her, so we got married. In the last year of college, in year 5, we met better our colleague Maria. She was a little withdrawn, and I did not have much to do with her until then. She did not like to stand out, so she always dressed decent. Still, she was beautiful. She had a pleasant face, big black eyes and big breasts. She also participated in some special events and she was always coming up dressed and arranged. She had splendid, very long and curly hair. She was dressing sexy, but decent. She attracted everyone’s eyes, especially the boys, because she had some great breasts and always wore a not too big cleavage, just enough to make you dream. Maria was traveling by car to college because she was from another city. We invited her to stay with us for a few days so that she would not lose much time on the road especially because she was more alone at home. She hardly accepted our invitation. I started to like how she behaves, how she thinks. I was feeling the need to talk to her more and more, especially since lately I had often argued with Ana. We thought the couple was perfect, but in fact we were starting to argue a little bad. I felt so well in Mary’s presence that when she had to go home I could not afford to let her. Since then she has stayed with us several times because of our insistence. And Ana loved her because they understood very well. I was beginning to get crazy when I was seeing her dressed in the house with light clothes and of course without a bra. She did not wear tight blouses, but on her big breasts any blouse was tight . She was attracting me like a magnet.
We were living in a one room apartment and there was little space. And it seemed like there was not enough air when she was around. I was sleeping on a mattress and the two girls were sleeping in bed, but every night, before bedtime, we were watching movies and we were all three in bed. Ana was falling asleep immediately, but we two were more nocturnal and we were watching two or three movies, only to know that I was still with her. And, during the movie, I was putting my head in her arms as “numbing” and always trying to get close to her breasts. At first I was still clutching her arms, and then I put my head on her breasts, but she did not let me, she was ashamed and did not know how to react. One night she wanted to sleep on the mattress because it was too hot in bed. We fought in joke which one to sleep down. She sat down on the mattress and said she would not go out of there, I said that it was my place and I lay next to her. Ana was not upset and did not suspect anything because she trusted me and knew that I was a little joker and actually we did not love each other too much. So I slept that night with Mary. In fact, I could not sleep, I looked at her all night long as for the last time. I saw her as a princess in the moonlight. Everything was special to her hair, breasts, eyes, face, skin. I realized she was a special woman compared to my wife, who was a little short, the breasts were too small, she had a boy haircut, she was not so feminine. I gently grabbed Maria with one arm and I wanted to get her harder, but she was asleep. I wanted to wake her up and make her give me a sign that she understands me. She was wearing a T-shirt with a small cleavage and when she turned with her face up, I saw one of her breasts, with the nipple including. I was seeing a breast that you see on TV only. I wanted her so much that I have never wanted a woman. I was sticking to her and had an erection that made me lose my mind. I wanted to undress her and do anything to her, but I respected her too much. I leaned over her and kissed her lightly. Since that day she has not come to us. She faced all sorts of reasons to Ana not to realize what had happened. I was the most angry man in the world. I called her several times to ask forgiveness but she did not answer me. I found her on the messenger but she did not talk to me. We met on the license and she spoke a little cold with me and that’s because Ana was there too. I was missing Maria’s words, her wisdom, the atmosphere that was in her presence … I was missing Maria.
We started to argue more and more often, in fact we have not loved ourselves for a long time. There was nothing between us, so half a year after that, we broke up. Divorce was over quickly. I did not feel sorry. I felt free. At work, things did not work well so I started looking for something else in another city as I was already saturating. The day after the interview I was called to work. I did not expect, so I had not found a home. At work, I had to wait a few minutes in an office for someone to show me what to do. Then soon entered the office Maria. We both left without words. She was just as beautiful, even more beautiful, she was a real woman. She was the one who broke the silence and she smiled, she came to me and kissed me friendly on my cheek. We talked a bit like nothing happened, then she showed me what I had to do and left being in a hurry. I had emotions, as though I was dreaming, I was happy to see her again. That day I never saw her again. I had already made a friend with whom I went out for a beer after program. I asked him about Maria. He told me he did not know much about her that she was a little withdrawn. He knew she was single, and many men were courting her, but she did not give anybody anything. I was surprised she was alone. I had to find out what happened, so the next day I saw her, I invited her to a coffee after the program to talk. She accepted. She had emotions, it was like the first date for her.
We were living together, she offered to help me, in the morning we were having coffee together, we were going to work together, we started to get to know each other better. We were friends … and that was all. Although I did not dare to try more, I wanted more. One day we went to a colleague’s anniversary together. We had fun, I danced all night with her alone. I was crazy by her movements. I was holding her hips and feeling her movements, pulling her with her back in my arms and feeling her ass rubbing my penis in erection. When we got home, she quickly got into her room without saying anything. I did a shower, I changed, and I could not wait until the next day without to talk to her. I knew she wanted me but she was afraid. I wanted her too much not to help her accept me. So I went up to her and without knocking at the door I entered the room. She had done a shower too and I found her in a short bathrobe that barely covered her ass. I knew she was naked in her dressing gown and I was beginning to get horny because that. I felt her full of passion. She wanted me too. I was breathing in my chest when I heard her breathing. I picked her up in my arms, then I lifted her up and she grabbed my middle with her feet. I was holding her butt and she rubbed my penis that was just about to break my pants. I sat down on the couch and she stayed in the same position. I pulled the blouse off her. She did not have a bra. There were the breasts I dreamed for so long, they did not change … the same breasts of my dreams. I was glad to cry for being finally mine. I raised her knees with my hands on the back of the sofa, hugged her from the back, massaged her breasts, kissed her back. I unbuttoned my pants and I was naked. I saw her embarrassed. Avoid looking at my penis. I got up on top of her. I kissed her lips, breasts and trying to make room between her legs. She was moaning of pleasure and she was pulling my ass. I started to penetrate her harder, knowing that at that moment there was much greater pleasure than pain. For me it was a double pleasure to penetrate her as much as possible and to see her having pleasure, so I did not resist much and with her orgasm that gave me a thousand creeps I ejaculated inside of her.
