I am a pretty confident successful, Decent looking guy who has never had issues meeting women. About 2 1/2 years ago I met my dream girl. She is an amazingly beautiful Latina of Puerto Rican and Colombian descent named Sonya. It took me a while to get her interested because she hadn't dated white guys. And it took me even longer to get her naked, I basically had to show that I was interested in marriage, because she claimed to be a devout Catholic and claimed not to sleep around. She is six years younger than me, and after we had had sex, for the first time, she claimed I was only the second man she had ever been with beyond her first boyfriend. I believed it because she seemed very hesitant and though I would give it my best effort she seemed to be somewhat embarrassed at letting herself really go during even Heated sex. But I had not been complaining because she is simply breathtaking, in clothes and even more when she is naked. Her pussy is absolutely to die for too. As tight as a fist and so juicy, I get incredibly turned on even as reserved as she has been. She also clearly has seem to be in love with me, and really has let me out of her sight since we became intimate.
The only time she ever goes back to her old neighborhood is to see her grandmother who was pretty sickly and really the only family she has left besides a brother and sister who lives out of state. The neighborhood is a little rough, so I prefer that I take her, but she does occasionally go by herself. So this past August, I was working and she told me on the phone that she needed to go check on her grandmother and Wood. Let me know when she made it, and when she was leaving as we always had agreed, I thought nothing of it except she didn't text or call me as she always had so I got a little concerned and left work and drove to her grandmothers. When I got there, her grandmother answered, but told me that Sonya had not been there in a couple of days. I didn't want to scare her grandmother so I played it off and told her that I was just coming by to check on her because Sonya got busy. I chatted with her a bit to make sure she was comfortable, but then pretty quickly got out of there because I was worried. When I got in my car, I tried to call Sonya cell, but it went right to voicemail.
I'll admit I was pretty concerned and not at all suspicious just worried and I was kind of trying to figure out what to do but also realizing I shouldn't be driving around The neighborhood I didn't know well for very long. So I was trying to decide whether to just go back to her grandmothers and wait or to go home when I spotted Sonya's car parked in front of A two-story apartment building. I honestly didn't know what to think but I parked and walked up to the front door but I didn't recognize the two names on the mailboxes and I wasn't even sure if she was there but something told me that I shouldn't knock, so I walked around the side of the building. It was rundown and I realized that I could get myself in trouble quickly walking around this pretty rough neighborhood but curiosity had me by then I got around to the back and it had a rickety old porch structure that went up two floors. I didn't have to go very far when I heard what was unmistakably Sonya's voice. I got to the first floor landing and felt sick as I realized that the window was open and through the screen I could hear the sounds of intense sex. Mostly, it was a guy, grunting and talking very dirty and Sonya, begging and clearly in the throes of intense passion. I tried to peek in, but the headboard of the bed was right up against the window, and I couldn't see but it was like they were right on top of me to the point where I could smell their sweat and sex. To put it mildly. The dude was putting it to Sonya and she was taking it like a pro. I wanted to get out of there so badly before I heard anymore but before I could move I heard the guy scream. Oh fuck yes you fucking whore and then Sonya said yes, yes, Papi give it to me, and then the guy scream in obvious orgasm. I use the noise to quickly get off the creaky porch.
I went back to my car and sat. I was stunned and shaken. It was my intention to go home, but then I played a hunch, and sat outside of her grandmothers and sure enough about 10 minutes later Sonya showed up and went inside. I waited a few minutes and went in and her grandmother told me to come on in, and I could hear, as I suspected her shower running. I walked in boldly to the bathroom, and I caught Sonya just about to finish undressing to get into the shower. She did a pretty good job of acting surprised, but happy and even said, let me jump in the shower real quick I'm all sweaty. But I grabbed her wrist before she was able to get in and kissed her. Again, she tried to play it off, but her tongue and lips were salty. I kept myself from gagging, thinking she had probably had his cock in her mouth. before she could react, I touched her pussy and felt her wetness and clearly the feel of his seed. Sonya took a step back and looked at me and then put her head down and started sobbing. I told her that if she was coming back home to not even clean herself and walked out. She tried to grab my shirt, but did not want to follow me in front of her grandmother naked, and stepped back into the bathroom. I made a pleasant excuse to her grandmother and kissed her and then left.
I thought about going to a bar on the way home, but just realized I wanted to be alone and figured that she was not going to come back at least immediately. To my surprise, though as soon as I pulled in the driveway she pulled in behind me. I walked in the house and purposely locked the door behind me, but I heard her fumbling for her key and sobbing so I opened the door. she tried to grab me, but I turned away from her. She begged me to talk to her, but I went and sat on our couch and just stared at her.
She sat on the coffee table in front of me and said please say something. I asked her if she wanted to break up and be on her own again. She started sobbing and said that she didn't that she loved me very much, that she thought I misunderstood and couldn't understand why I had acted like that at her grandmother. I could tell she was hedging, hoping that I suspected, but didn't know details.
she looked fragile and very shaken, but I decided to cut to the chase. I said Sonya I saw your car parked in front of the red brick building. I walked around the back and I heard you fucking some guy. I know what you sound like when you are getting fucked although I have to admit it I never heard you be so loud and enthusiastic. And clearly you have either been lying to me about everything including your religious beliefs, or it is a guy that you know well enough to let him come in your pussy naked.
She doubled over like she had been punched in the gut, and I thought she was going to vomit. I was upset, very hurt, but still looking at her so beautiful and vulnerable made me sad. So I went and poured her a glass of water and set it down on the side of her. she looked at it and picked it up with both hands, trembling and took a sip and set it back down. She looked at me and said I feel so ashamed and I know you will never forgive me. I said well, I don't know if I will forgive you or not because right now I am just in a state of shock as I am wondering if any part of you is the real version of what I thought you were. I guess the real question is again do you want this to be over between you and I?
She sobbed again, and said, I don't want to lose you, and I am so afraid that I have pushed you away forever. I have no excuses. I will leave if you want, but my heart will forever be broken and I will know it is my fault and I deserve it.
I told her Sonya stop with the pity party. You are a grown woman and you made a decision. If you want us to have a chance to go forward then the games have to be over and you have to tell me the absolute truth.
She seemed to steel her self a little bit, sat upright and looked at me. she took a deep breath and said, yes, I wanted to go on, and there will be no more lying. I said, who is he and how long has this been going on? She didn't hesitate and said he is a man that I have known for a while, and sometimes cares for my grandmothers house and yard. though the truth is, he has been trying to be with me for some time, years to be fair. But today, she sobbed the little again, is only the second, and she hesitated again and looked at the floor away from me, and said third time that I have been with him.
I snapped back, so which is it second, third, fifth, tenth? she said more confidently. This was the third time exactly. I had a moment of weakness, and in a choked breath, said. Why? Do you love him?
She shook her head Vigorously no, and said, I don't know how to explain it without sounding like it is a pity party as you call it her head sinking again. I said well, I need to know something or you don't have to leave I am going to and I started to stand.
