Meeting the whore wife of my life

I'm telling here how I met, how I desired, how I got involved and how I fell in love with the woman who is now my wife, beloved and whore, Paula (fictitious name)! In 2003, through a mutual friend, I was introduced to Paula at a mall. I had been separated for a year, and when I first laid eyes on her, I wished I had her... Morena, 1.65 tall, 50kg, guitar belt, with that little space of two fingers between her legs when they are closed. All the qualities that make me crazy in a woman. As I love a woman and a whore, the situation in which I met her made me even more desirous. She, married at the time, was at the mall waiting for a guy that I had met in a chat room. She looked like a determined little whore, like me, and I was wondering if I could have her one day. We talked about something else, and we were at home, and we ended up taking a chance, and I took her husband. In our conversation, I found out that her son was studying in the same school as mine, and since I live across the street from the school, I observed her several times, but most of the time it was her husband who would pick up the child, or she would accompany him. It was two or three quick and uncommitted conversations in front of the school and nothing more. All I knew about her was from our mutual friend. More than a year after meeting her, I found her sitting alone at the June party at our children's school. We talked and exchanged phones, pretending to know about our friend, who had moved to the other side of the country. Paula had separated and was dating someone else, according to her, in a serious way. I was also involved with someone else, so the conversation did not go deeper. That same week, I traveled to SP, and from there, I was on torpedoes, we exchanged some provocative messages, but when I gave a direct song, I got no answer. To make matters worse, after a while, all the numbers stored on my cell phone and there I lost contact with Paula. After a while I also exchanged numbers and we were out of touch for a long time. So one day, more than a year after our last contact, as I left the market in our neighborhood, I was called and when I turned around I found Paula, as always, beautiful! Unfortunately, right in front of my car, where my "fiancée" was, who was crazy with jealousy and as we were no longer well, did not want to cause problems. So we talked quickly, she wrote down my phone, but I could not pick up hers. We said goodbye, and once again I thought that there would be years again until a next quick meeting. A few days later, I ended my relationship, and about three weeks after that, on a Friday, I was coming home to get ready to go to a party at the company, and I hear the sound of a message on my phone. I open it to see, not hoping it's a good thing, and I'm disbelieving when I read the message: "Hey crazy, what are you doing? Are you married? Kisses. Paula". I have no way to relate my surprise with the origin of the message, especially in the personal moment I was experiencing. I responded to the message saying that I was free, uninhibited and interested. We exchanged some messages where it was clear that the two of us were at least going out to talk. Since I already had an appointment for the day with colleagues at the company, I invited her to go out for a chopp and we met the next day to discuss the details. On Saturday after lunch I contacted her to make an appointment for the evening. I was supposed to stop by her house at 8:00 p.m. to go to a busy bar downtown. However, she told me that she had also made an appointment with a group of friends to go to a dance around 10:00 p.m., and that I could go along if it was over. I got the impression that we would not go beyond a conversation of friends, so I also made an appointment with a colleague to go to another party later (after she told me that she actually thought I was not interested and so she made an appointment with her friends). I was a little late picking her up, because I gave her a general tour of the apartment, after all, even without any hope of getting her that day, who knew what would happen. At 9:00 I went to her house to go out. She came in more beautiful than ever. Curly hair, black and wet. Well dressed, jumpy and perfumed. We went to a busy bar in the area to have a chopp and talk. We sat at a table in the middle of the bar that was moving, with one face to the other. Pop goes and pop comes, I was looking at that beautiful woman in front of me, with wet lips as I spoke and my desire only increased. At a certain point in the conversation we started talking about our previous relationships and the adventures we had had, because through our mutual friend at the beginning of the story, we knew a little bit of each other's history. I told her that I was alone and uninhibited at the moment, and she told me that she was still dating, but that it was going from bad to worse. So bad that she was already planning, and she had already told her boyfriend that she was going to go out with me, to talk is logical. She was even thinking that he might come to check, and that's why she was worried. At a certain point in the conversation, where we had talked so much about each other's lives, especially about the adventures, that it was visible that we were excited, I asked her what she wanted to do, and the answer couldn't have been better: <unk> I'm in her hands. My friend called me to find out if we were going out, but I knew that I was going to give her the whole night I wanted more! I stood in front of her singing with Paula, we were right behind the bar, and I offered to give her a lift, so I got up and walked out. When we got in the car, she didn't. As soon as we got in the car, I jumped on her in the passenger seat, gave her a kiss full of desire, which was promptly reciprocated. It was a quick kiss to break the ice of the first date. We reconvened, started the car, and we left to go to the club. We drove on, and we didn't decide anything, because we both wanted something else. When I turned around to go back, I stopped the car and I kissed her again, this time with all the passion that consumed me. She promptly returned the kiss with the same passion. My hand began to slide through her body, feeling every curve, every detail of her delicious body under her clothes. I felt over her ass, I was smoothing and tightening. The passion grew and I pulled harder against my naked body so that I could slide my hand over her dark buttocks and kiss her tiny buttocks, and I imagined how delicious it would be to be under her beautiful buttocks, and how delicious it would be for me to be under her beautiful buttocks, and how delicious I imagined to be under her beautiful buttocks. When the kiss was over, we regrouped and left again in the car. We passed by the club again and decided that we would not go there. We then drove to the place where the singer's concert was, but halfway she said that she would agree to go to my house to watch a DVD of Ira, which I had proposed before (just look, the afternoon cleaning would be worth it!). So I drove home, thinking about the delicious woman who was going there with me, at my disposal. I was reminded of the desire I always had to have that woman in my arms and that I always thought that this would never happen. Now I was about to have her as I always wished, and as part of the story in this story 2.