I have moved on from my first marriage but after reading some of the stories on this site, I think the readership may be interested in my sordid but true story. I was passing through Albuquerque, NM as a young and naive man of 24. I liked it and decided to stay after checking out the abundance of attractive olive skinned latina women. Being a caucasian from the upper midwest, I found the exotic sexy looking women to my liking. It didn't take long before I was seeing someone. Although she was on the short side, her body was impressive. Curvaceous with slender legs, amazingly large breasts for her short stature, flowing long dark hair and a very sexy aura about her.
On our third date, we went to my apartment where she proceeded to undress in front me allowing me to see the physical gifts she was bestowed. First her blouse where her large dark nipples were visible through her shear beige bra. Then she squirmed out of the skin tight jeans to expose her beautiful finely trimmed patch of pubic hair with no panties to cover it. I almost blew my load without even touching myself. Needless my sex life was pretty good. After a few months she was pregnant. When I asked her what she wanted to do, she looked at me stunned and emphatically said, "get married." Although I didn't feel ready, I agreed. Right after we got married, she had an abortion. I should have learned from that experience but the lure of her sexuality kept me in place.