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.