The Discovery - Getting Started [Part I]

First of all, let me introduce myself. _ My name is Renata, affectionately called Renatinha, I'm an architect, passionate about art. I'm 26 years old, married to two. I'm 1.71 m tall, about 70 kg, big hair and light eyes. I really like to read and play sports. One of my favorite hobbies is going to the beach. Here's where I want to start, sort of vent, because a few months ago I started to find out who my husband really is. I'm a little shy and reserved, but I confess that between four walls I like to let go a little, but I haven't yet had the courage to be (in bed) who I would like to be, or who my imagination asks me to be. Here I will report some episodes that have happened to me, you will know first hand, even before my husband, in some cases... He has no idea that I created this profile, and in fact, I hope it stays that way for the time being, because it's precisely this anonymity that has encouraged me to tell these stories, which I couldn't bear to keep to myself, and I hope that I can unleash myself and deliver what everyone here is hoping to find. But let's get to the point. My husband and I have always had a very active sex life, a nice sex, so to speak, very much because of me, because he always charged me to let go, to tell me what I wanted him to do with me in bed and I always realized that he wanted more than I gave to him, and all this happened because I am ashamed, as I said above, to express myself. But it is that I often expect different things from him in bed, I would like him to be a little (or much) more rough with me, that he would take me well, pull my hair, slap me in the face, but I do not have the courage to say, so he does not have to guess. For a while now, he's been throwing some dirty tricks at me about calling a friend, and I always say at the time, "don't think, call no one", so I understand his frustration. But I'm angry because I've been frustrated for a long time, because he doesn't understand and doesn't evolve in our sex, and how do you want to call your wife, "if she doesn't even notice me"?! So, around that time, a young man showed up in my town, transferred here from Italy, and he came to me to design his house. He was a young man, about 30 years old, well-built body, he worked out a lot, but it was not fortune, only "well-designed". We exchanged many messages on the phone, after all, he wanted the house to be perfect, the way he had always dreamed... That's when the messages started to take on a more personal and less professional tone, asking what I liked, what I did in my spare time, and I was always cutting him off, until one day I looked at his social media, and there were a lot of pictures of him shirtless, on the beach, in the bathtub, at his house in Italy, with artwork, and that caught my attention, but because I'm married, I didn't give him the time of day. On this same day, I came home and my husband came again with jokes that he did not care for him, and that if I wanted, "he had the courage to take two women, me and one more, which I chose". Then I took a good look at him and I was doing an analysis... "Look at him, he doesn't make fun of me, he's got that belly, he doesn't do any physical activity, and he keeps bothering me with this story... " I went to sleep with that in my head and wondered if the problem was really me... I knew it was partly my fault because I wasn't talking, but also, I wasn't "invited", I didn't feel like talking. In the morning, I went with my client, the Italian Gabrielle, to the property to take some stockings from the house, arriving there, an Italian with a beard unmade, in a black blazer, right to the body, speaking with a wonderful accent, it was the first time we met in person. He was a soap opera fan. He greeted me, grabbed my waistband, his unusual beard passed over my face at the time of the two kisses... I don't know what happened, but it moved me a lot. Maybe it was the stress with my husband. I took some measurements, and as was customary, I invited him to a cafeteria to talk about his project, because I don't like to be alone with men in my office, and I usually serve a lot more women than men. We talked for about an hour, where for 30 minutes he asked me about my personal things and how angry I was with my husband, and I answered everything from what I liked to eat to what I liked to read to what I liked to do on weekends. He was super excited when I told him that I love the beach, and at this point he took out his cell phone and came over and showed me some pictures of beaches in Italy, and as I was showing him he said, "Now I'm going to show you the pictures that I haven't put anywhere", and he showed me some beaches that he was on, wearing a thong that marked his "package", and I couldn't help but notice that package in all the pictures. Realizing that I was out of humor, he spoke (I'm sure it was to provoke me), and you're not going to show me the city's beaches? I said, "I'll send you some names and references of our beaches". He then promptly replied, "as long as I have you in the pictures, you can send me anytime". I was embarrassed on the outside, but on the inside it gave me a chill I hadn't felt in a long time. That's when my phone rang and it was my next client, who was already waiting for me at the door of my office, and I was late, I didn't even remember I had another appointment. I hurriedly said goodbye and left the cafeteria with a mixture of feelings that I can't explain. I didn't even remember to pay for our coffee. For fear of being too boring and seeing that this story is already quite big, I will continue in the next one, but I will leave here, in advance, the photo that I thought of sending to my Italian client.