Chapter 1: Boredom

This chapter introduces the main characters of the story and provides an introduction to the situation.

I remember making the decision when I was returning home from work on a Friday that was Black Friday. I was alone in the car in a traffic jam, cursing the traffic jam, all the surrounding drivers, and the kind of life we were leading, society in general, and my wife and I in particular.

Seeing everyone doing the same things, buying what we were told to buy, and when we were told to buy it, living directed, routine, monotonous, and boring lives, I decided that my marriage could not go on as it was.

It had not always been this way. I remember our first years, where there was passion, variety, sex, excitement, problems, and dreams—everything but monotony and routine.

I remembered when I met my wife, Mary; it was about 17 years ago. At the time, she was 18, and I was 23.

We met one summer during a gathering at a nature reserve, called to prevent a company from cutting down centuries-old trees and building a hotel. We had gathered many environmental enthusiasts of all ages and backgrounds. A crowd of us were there for several days, sleeping in sacks and tents, cooking, and spending the day, all to prevent the machines from doing irreversible damage. Many groups of people had formed, each under one of the giant trees, and Mary and I were in the same group under the same tree.

As time went on, the two of us talked more and more. We discovered our common interests: the environment, reading, cinema, music,...

We had a lot in common, and yet we came from very different backgrounds: she was from a family of Irish origin, raised Catholic, and of humble origins; I was from a family of Scandinavian origin, agnostic, and upper class.

In those days, we fell madly in love with each other. She was a beauty, with blonde hair, smiling eyes of a light blue, very symmetrical and pleasant facial features, a big mouth, full lips, and always smiling. She had a tempting silhouette, with wide hips, long legs, a narrow waist, very feminine and attractive shoulders and back, and breasts that drove me crazy. Many years have passed, but she is still just as beautiful and attractive. She keeps in shape doing Pilates, and her shapes have only matured from a teenage body to a woman’s body: feminine, slightly curvy, and even more attractive than before.

I, on the other hand, am of medium height and normal proportions, with brown hair and brown eyes. My name is Charles.

Eventually we were successful; the projected hotel was cancelled and the trees were saved, which all of us in attendance celebrated. I remember with the joy of the news, we all hugged and congratulated each other, but Mary and I, after hugging, as we did to everyone else, looked at each other and kissed each other on the mouth ardently. It was our first kiss.

After we moved back to the city, we started to meet and date on weekends. She had just entered university, and I had just finished my degree in economics. We tried to be together as much as possible.

On our dates, we hugged, caressed, and kissed, but we never made love. Her strictly Catholic upbringing, although she was gradually abandoning it, made her reject the idea of having sex without being married, so she was still a virgin.

I, for my part, had had some girlfriends, but few, as I was very shy, and I was no longer a virgin. I, of course, respected her decision and did not pressure her to have sex.

After a while, we decided to get married, which unleashed an uneasiness with our families that had been latent but perhaps had not been unleashed because they were waiting for us ‘to get tired of each other’.

Mary’s parents were opposed because they did not like that she was not marrying a Catholic, and they did not accept that their grandchildren could not be educated in the Catholic religion. My parents were opposed because Mary’s family was from a lower social class and she was not “adequate for me.”

After many fights, we decided to get married in spite of our families’ opposition. I found a job, and we were able to rent a tiny apartment. We went to the town hall, registered, and got married.

We were happy. That night, we made love for the first time. I remember how we arrived at our home, hurriedly took off our clothes, and lay on the bed naked. It was the first time I had seen Mary totally naked, and I found her even more beautiful. I caressed her face, her shoulders, her breasts, and her hips, while she caressed my chest and shoulders. We kissed passionately, not only on the lips but all over her body. I licked her breasts and nibbled her hard nipples, to which she responded by closing her eyes and moaning with pleasure.

When I caressed her pussy, I noticed that it was still not sufficiently lubricated, so I continued caressing her. I placed her face down and caressed her shoulders; then I moved down her back, causing her to tingle as I ran my fingers along her spine, and moved on to caress her buttocks—her beautiful, round, velvety buttocks.

I put my hand between her legs, noticing that she was already very wet, so I turned her gently, placed myself on top of her, guided my cock, and very slowly introduced it into her pussy. I felt her warm, wet, burning pussy, enveloping my member. She was very excited, and when I finished my slow penetration, she had her first orgasm. I began to slowly thrust my cock in and out, enjoying all the sensations and pleasure her body was giving me. I could feel her erect nipples rubbing against my chest and her panting, half-open mouth, with swollen, red lips, transmitting the pleasure she was feeling.

She put her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips to hold on and increase the depth of penetration. Little by little, I sped up, her vagina adapted to my cock, and after a while, I reached orgasm and began to ejaculate spurt after spurt of cum inside her. She reached her second orgasm at that moment. I remained on top of her, with my cock still inside her, and she began to move and rub her clitoris against my pubis. She gasped and moaned and continued to rub desperately until she reached her peak again, with a tremendous orgasm that left her immobile.

That night, I began to know what Mary’s sexuality was like. Generally, it took her a long time to ‘get going’ and become aroused, but once it happened, she was irrepressible, her orgasms were explosive, and she rarely had enough with just one; she would have several in a row. The image of a water reservoir came to mind, holding back the water and the floods of the river, but once the dam broke, the water started to flow, and it was unstoppable; nothing could stop it.

I think this was due to their very strict religious upbringing, which considered sex a sin and sexual relations only for the purpose of having children. That conception applied not only to sex but also to enjoyment in general. Somehow, she had been taught that it is not good to enjoy, that it is sinful, and that life is ‘a vale of tears’.

Although she gradually became agnostic like me and acquired a more ‘hedonistic’ or ‘epicurean’ view of life, enjoying the small pleasures that life gives us without regrets, internally she still had some principles ‘engraved in fire’ and found it difficult to free herself. That’s why she held back until ‘the river overflowed’, and all the accumulated tension had to be released.

We spent the days after our wedding night in bed together, getting up to eat something, getting our strength back, and enjoying each other’s company and our bodies again. We also spent them thinking about how we were going to organize our lives. We only had my salary, which was low, and we had to pay the rent, our expenses, and Mary’s university fees.