Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... decided to teach me a lesson by visiting you, making my nightmare even bigger. They hate cheating, especially Bree. They might have helped us with this new first date, but I feel so lost right now."

She quoted the word 'visiting' with her hands.

The last few weeks had not only been hell for me, but I guess they must have been even worse for Marta.

I took her hands in mine, "Marta, let's start again and put this behind us. We'll take it step by step and see if we can get back to where we were. I'm willing to try."

Her dark eyes were still teary when she pulled me close and kissed me.

"Yes, I would like that."

***

We were dating again and soon found ourselves being back like we were. We even joked about Marta's drunk mistake.

After a few weeks, Marta and I started to have sex again. However, it felt different. Before the mistake, our sex was hot and steamy, and I used her like the slut she wanted to be in bed. Now, it felt more like hard work. Sure, we both got off, but it was different, like a previous spark had gone missing, and a part of our emotional bond was severed.

Marta noticed it too and soothed me, "Don't worry, Ty, we'll get there."

However, in the following weeks, it got worse. Every time we had sex, our gap seemed to widen. The sex was satisfying, and we got off, but it wasn't anywhere as passionate as before. Gradually, we found ourselves walking on eggs around each other, and I noticed Marta might want to get out of our ...

... relationship.

One evening, I decided to talk to her, "Marta, are you happy? Are you happy with how things are working out between us?"

She climbed on my lap, took my hands in her hands, and looked me in the eyes. Tears escaped her beautiful brown eyes, "Ty, I have this feeling it's not working out for us. Somehow, we can't go back to the way we were before."

"Marta, I'm feeling the same. Should we quit?"

She was crying now, "Ty, you're probably my best friend, and the sex is good. But I think that maybe it's better to stop being exclusive. I want to be your friend, and we can stay friends with benefits, but our relationship is becoming a burden. What do you think?"

It confirmed my suspicions, and she was right.

"Marta, let's do that. I'm afraid that if we continue, we will lose ourselves completely."

The rest of the evening was an emotional rollercoaster. Marta blamed herself for being the cause of our break-up, but I wasn't too sure. Maybe we weren't meant to be together at all.

***

With the relationship pressure gone, our status of being friends with benefits worked. We met often, and when we felt like it, we screwed each other's brains out.

We did make some rules, like if one of us got interested in another person, we would stop having sex. Another rule was that we always use condoms when we would have sex with somebody else.

This agreement worked for another two months until I got a text message from Marta, "Can you come over tonight?"

"Booty ...