Cowardly Husbands

Mother and father had twelve children. Seven women and five men. I have a gay brother and lesbian sister. I was born and raised in an interior city of São Paulo, Ribeirão Preto region. When Solange turned thirteen years old, one of my sisters (Soraia) got married and invited me to live with her and her husband (Francisco), in the eastern part of Sao Paulo City. They already lived together and were just formalizing their union. My mother gave permission because my sister at that time, aged 21, was pregnant with her first child and would need help.
My sister had two beautiful, wonderful twin daughters named Francine and Francisli. I am their godmother. I helped take care of the girls, my sister, and the house. My brother-in-law always respected me and we lived well together. Two years later, my Sister gave birth to her third son Eduardo. A boy's grace. A handsome, smiling and charming man (this was his shell). I was eighteen years old and he was twenty-six. We started dating and soon we were madly in love with each other. A dream! He seemed to be a good guy, caring and affectionate. After about six months of dating I found out that he had an addiction to playing cards for money, drinking and also being violent. Even when we dated, because of jealousy, he attacked me with words and a punch on the stomach. He did not hit so as to leave marks; he didn't want his aggression visible to people's eyes. Immediately after assaulting me, he became very meek and always apologized to me. (Coward) He always said that I was an uncontrollable passenger who had problems at the company and would never do it again. It's a lie! But I always believed him and could not see (or didn't want to see) the reality of the facts. I got pregnant with his child. I fell in love, deluded, let myself be influenced by him. A nice house, without luxuries. His family was also from the countryside of São Paulo. Sex with Artur was good but I couldn't let go and be at ease. Also thought that after marriage it would change. Illusion! He was my first and only man!
Twenty days before I got married, still at my sister's house on a Sunday right after lunch her husband came to visit his sister and took the two daughters and little Eduardo. We were alone; we cleaned up the kitchen and talked. She told me secretly that she also likes girls and had even dated some of them before marrying Francisco. Also said that she always has erotic dreams with girls but can never see their faces. She started looking at me in a different way - insinuating, you know!
Solange, you're such a beautiful girl... with your whole life ahead of you.
I said:
- I'll marry him because I love him.
She put her head down and we finished cleaning the kitchen.
We went to bed in her room, as we always did and watched a thriller movie. We were lying on the couch underneath this really nice quilt. It was cold that afternoon; it was winter. When the film ended she switched channels from cable TV. She decided to put me into an explicit sex tape.
- Do you like to watch, Solange?
I looked at Soraia and said:
- No! (lie, I was loving watching the girls!)
Soraia looked at me maliciously and said:
I bet you're horny as hell!
I said:
- Stop it, Soraia! Change the channel.
She looked at me and put her body against mine.
You're so beautiful, I have the biggest crush on you.
I didn't know what to say! She started passing her hands on my thighs, under the quilt, trying to kiss me. I turned around and she put her legs over mine and grabbed hold of me beneath the quill. I had no strength to resist. She began kissing my neck and face and came close to my mouth. Excitedly, I let go! We kissed each other! What a delight that was! How soft lips! I felt my fluid drain off and wet my panties! Enjoying it! I marveled at her! I couldn't believe what was happening. I was three months pregnant and about to make love with my sister! It was so good! My body didn't listen to my head and I forgot about everything. I went up on top of her, and by the time I realized it we were already kissing each other and rolling around in that soft bed! It was so pleasant to kiss you! Your smells, your touches, your perfume, your femininity, your lightness, wow, my God... what a woman!
At the time, Soraia was twenty-eight years old with white skin, 1.67 meters tall and 69 kilograms in weight. She had dark brown eyes and hair (flat), a pair of big breasts, large buttocks (wide hips) and rounded legs. Wonderful! I was almost 20 years old, white skin (1.63 meters high and 68 kg). My eyes and light brown hairs were fairly smooth; she also had small boobs, a round butt and lovely legs.
We took off each other's clothes! She sucked the beaks from my breasts so gently that I was all shredded. She passed her hands over my body, across my growing tummy and drove me crazy (much different than being in bed with Arthur's brute) Sliding her wet tongue down my back to reach a crevice on my buttocks. I held her head, kissed her mouth and we were exchanging tongue-kissings. I felt her breath and the taste of her saliva in my mouth! I passed my hands over her soft smelling hair and rubbed my face on her neck. I sprinkled my vagina onto her thighs licking them with my honey. I sucked at her beautiful breasts and could feel her twitching for pleasure. I took off her panties and immediately sensed the smell and flavor of her sex. I stuck my tongue between her legs, felt the fluid that was already leaking out from her vagina! Lambi everything! Her vagina has big excited lips and a clitoris which is very nice to suck. My body is just like hers, we lick and suck each other's vaginas clitoris anus.
I loved making love to her! We spent the whole afternoon huddled together in bed. We didn't say anything, only moans and whispers could be heard. Her tongue invaded me and her mouth fit perfectly between my vaginal lips. She felt the same with my caresses on her soft body. I sat down over her face carefully because of her belly, and offered my butt so that she would delight herself. Soraya affectionately patted my buttocks, slid two fingers across my clitoris and stuck her tongue inside me. Lammia anus. Squeezing my bum. Hands passed by. I'd stick my tongue between her legs, hold her thighs and bottom. We went crazy! We had an orgasm several times! I didn't really know what it meant to make love yet! She initiated me! After this wonderful encounter we became even more intimate, friends, accomplices.
I was engaged to Arthur and almost gave up on getting married! Twenty days later, we got married!? My family admired him. I was pregnant with my first child. He earned relatively well and guaranteed our family's livelihood. I didn't work; I was a housewife. Everyone thought that I had been very lucky to have found a man like him. Six months after giving birth to Matthew, the delivery went smoothly. Mother and two sisters stayed in our home for about a month, then they returned to Ribeirão Preto.
He started arriving late from the company. He told me that it was because he worked too much. I believed him! In fact, he would stay up playing cards until late with friends (from Hungary) and sometimes visiting brothels. When he and his friends won in the game, they went to celebrate in the neighborhood; when they lost, he came home and cashed out on his wife's trough (I am a coward)! Among friends, he looked like a girl! At home, he was the bully! When my son turned six months old, still breastfeeding at my breasts, he arrived drunk and I refused to have sex with him. I said that in the room he wouldn't sleep. Arthur got so angry, he hit me with punches and kicks. There were no visible marks left but only generalized pain. I locked myself up in my bedroom with my son and cried all night long. I couldn't fall asleep. I began to feel very afraid of him. I needed help! But I still believed this would change because he always apologized when he recovered from drinking and we made love like during our courtship.
Soraia always visited me and began to notice that I no longer had the same brightness in my eyes. She tried to find out what was going on, but I didn't say anything. I felt ashamed to tell her about it. My husband's coworkers at the company also started noticing that he drank too much and gambled. The comments were constant. They reached my sister and brother-in-law.
Without realizing it, I always ended up accepting the situation in which I was "putting myself", that is to say he assaulted me with words and punches, then I locked myself in a room with my son. When the effect of alcohol passed, I opened his legs for him. All in the name of love, family! What nonsense! We stayed another year in this situation. Every fortnight he attacked me. I began to realize that with each session of aggressions, my love for him decreased drastically. I could no longer stand him entering into me and depositing semen on me. The booze was already oozing out of his body, even sober.
I found out that I was pregnant with this piece of shit again! It panicked me, because I had already decided to separate from him. I thought about having an abortion but thank God I resisted it. Again the son of a bitch filled his face to celebrate my pregnancy news. He looked like he'd won the lottery! He and his friends went into town. What motherfuckers! All these things were told by a friend who I met years later, and she was on TV at the time.
During the nine months of pregnancy he did not physically assault me, only with words! We no longer had sex. He received a warning at work due to an argument with his boss. He became afraid of losing his job. He began spending more time at home and less with friends. But I didn't see him in the same way anymore. I felt no love for him any more. All the love that I intended for him passed on to my children and myself, which made me not lose the will to live. At twenty-three years old she gave birth to Maria Helena, who was also born by normal delivery. As soon as she was born, three days later, according to an agreement made earlier by me and my doctor, a tubal lacquering was done on my fallopian tubes.
Uterine tubal ligation is a method of female sterilization characterized by the cutting and/or surgical binding of the uterine tubules that make their way from the ovaries to the womb.
When Helena had her first birthday, I threw a simple party at home for my family and some friends. As soon as the party was over and everyone left, even though he wasn't drunk, he assaulted me and slapped our son Mateus, who is now three-and-a-half years old.
The next day after he left for work, I went with my children to the house of my sister who was on vacation and told everything that had been happening since we were just dating! Some things she already knew (neighbors comment), yet she got shocked by this story and asked me what I wanted to do. The lawyer served me very well, she became aware of my case and we immediately started to work on the separation. She told me that his situation in the company was no longer the same. Although he is a good employee, he has been too nervous and running the risk of being fired.
When he came home at night after work, I informed him that I wanted to separate. He again wanted to make a show! First he tried to attack me. I told him if he put his hands on me and my children, I would go to the police and create an uproar. He held himself back. I also communicated that I had already spoken with the lawyer. He was frightened (thank God). Then he started crying and even knelt begging me not to be separated. Told me that we were family and without us he would die. Said he wouldn't sign the divorce papers. I didn't back down. He was furious, he even threatened me that if I carried this forward he would kill me and then himself.
He didn't talk to me that week and started sleeping in the room. My attorney filed papers, and a month later he was already leaving home for his gambling buddy's house. Angry as hell! His lawyer sent him a note telling him to stay away from me for my safety and those of my children. After we separated, he got even more nervous, went back to drinking and playing cards.
Six months later, he lost his job and started dating a woman who is like me eight years younger than him. They began to date each other. He said that without me he would not live, remember?