How the relationship progessed

Well, we went to a dance club the following Friday. He wasn't much of a dancer. The cultural difference was pretty apparent. We continued spending time together, but dancing was out, movies were out (no English), and I didn't want him to meet my children until I was sure that I wanted to continue in a relationship with him. I really did enjoy spending time with him. Jose was attentive and sweet. He experienced a lot of "firsts" with me, (not what you think), he never saw a toaster before, used a microwave, been to a zoo, a mall, sam's club (he really liked that one), or a Menard's (his favorite place to go). My children spent time with their father on the weekend so Jose and I spent time together then. We began a sexual relationship at that time and that may have been my biggest mistake, one that I will never repeat. The first time we had relations, we were at his house and it was a Friday night, mind you we never spent time there before. He rented a basement apartment with another guy from Honduras. They had 2 bedrooms and the house belonged to his brother. I remember that we arrived at the apartment late at night, around 2 am, after going to dinner and walking around the lake and trying the dancing thing again, (same experience). We got into the house and it was dead silent and pitch black. We went downstairs to the basement apartment and he turned on the lights to his room. It looked better in the dark. It was depressing, gross, all concrete, and generally felt like a jail cell. The walls were concrete covered with clothes hanging on hooks. He had a bed, a dresser, and nothing else. Well, we undressed and got into the bed, he turned off the lights. We began kissing and touching, and then he entered me and I was positive that he was using something foreign. I freaked!!! I yelled "TURN THE LIGHTS ON! NOW! TURN THE LIGHTS ON!!". He did. It was just him. I was shocked!. I had no idea this skinny Honduran was packing heat. I don't want to seem crude, but it was the biggest penis that I had ever seen in my whole life. He laughed at the look on my face. I was so embarassed. He turned off the ligths, and we began again. I have to be honest and say that it was the most intense experience of my life. He wasn't worth a damn on the dance floor, but he was good here. We made love three times and the third time it really hurt badly. I started telling him "no mas" (no more), with ever stroke I got louder until I was really yelling with gusto. Well, we slept. The worst was yet to come. In the morning, he went to take me home so that I could handle house before the kids came back on Sunday afternoon. We went back upstairs to leave the house and the living room was FULL of people, about 13, 12 men and 1 pregnant woman. They saw me and started laughing saying "no mas". I could have died of embarassment. They all lived in the house. well, we went on like that and I kept quiet and never quite got over the embarassment (this is his favorite story...he tells EVERYONE about it). We were happy and the relationship was good. After, a year, I decided that I could have the children spend time with him too. He started inviting us over for dinner during the week. He really liked my little boy and little girl. He would call them "Little Price" and "Princess". They started calling him Papi, which I wasn't crazy about. Their own father remarried and stopped spending any time with them. Jose was really great during that time. He spoiled them and treated them like a price and princess. We went on like that for another year. Then all hell broke loose.