My Friend’s Covert Wife Became a Whore

Hello. My name is Nahit, I’m 32 years old. After working as a factory manager for years, I applied to do my military service, which I had deferred for seven years. I was loved and respected by all the factory staff, but I was also a very authoritarian person. The factory’s cafeteria cook, a young man named Erkan, had married a 17-year-old girl two months earlier. He invited me to his wedding, but since I was out of town, I couldn’t attend or see the woman he married, but I was very curious. Erkan, by the way, was very afraid of me, but also very respectful. He always made me special meals off the daily menu, and sometimes he’d say, “Manager, let’s have a drink together one day, and the appetizers are on me!” But due to our busy schedules, we never found the opportunity. Anyway, the time came, I quit my job and joined the army.

After my military service, I rented a vacant shop below my apartment building and opened a business specializing in construction materials. About six months had passed, and one day I went to the factory to visit my old boss. No one from my time at the factory was left; the entire staff had been replaced, and the boss had downsized considerably. I asked the employees about Erkan, the cafeteria manager, and they told me he had left, and the meals were all table d’hôte. About a fortnight later, one morning, as I was sunbathing on a chair in front of the shop, a motorcyclist passed me by. He looked very much like Erkan. But since he was wearing sunglasses, I couldn’t be sure. When the same person passed in the opposite direction in the evening, I started looking at the road every morning and evening, and he passed by every day. A few days later, as he passed by in the evening, I stopped him; yes, it was Erkan. He was quite surprised to see me. He said, “Oh, manager!” and hugged me. I invited him into the shop. After exchanging pleasantries, I asked, “I’ve seen him for a few days, but I’m not sure. Where do you go on this street every day?” They’d just moved in, his house was in a slum at the end of the street, and he was working as a cook at another factory…

After a bit of a respite, he got on his motorcycle and, as he was leaving, he said, “Manager, let’s meet with the family. We don’t have any friends around here; everyone’s just keeping to themselves. At least we can come and go with you. Your wife and child are really bored!” We agreed, and I said, “Come on over whenever you want!” That evening, I told my wife about the situation. By the way, I’ve been married for eight years and have a four-year-old child. Erkan recently had a child, who just turned one and a half. My wife said, “Maybe. If your wife is like-minded, I’m bored too. That would be good for me too.” A few days later, when Erkan passed the shop on his motorcycle, he was accompanied by a woman wearing a headscarf and a topcoat, holding a child. Because I was in my office, they didn’t see me, but I was very surprised. I hadn’t thought his wife could be veiled, and it was the first time I’d seen her, but they were passing by so quickly that I couldn’t get a good look.

On Saturday evening, Erkan stopped by the shop and said, “Manager, if you’re free, we’d like to come over on Sunday?” I called my wife and asked if we were available. She said, “We’re free. Come on, come a little early so we can have breakfast together!” I didn’t open my shop on Sundays, so I got up early Sunday morning and went to the bakery to buy simit, poaça, and börek (Turkish bagels), and we waited. They arrived around 10:00 a.m., and we greeted them at the door. They walked in, I said, “Welcome!” I extended my hand to his wife, and we shook hands. But what a handshake! His hands were burning hot! “I’m Hayriye!” he said sincerely. “I’m Nahit!” I said, and added, “By the way, you probably are going to get sick. You have a fever!” Hayriye smiled slightly and said, “No, this is my natural state!” Erkan said, “Director, I don’t use the stove in the winter. Hayriye’s skin is very warm!” We laughed. Hayriye was a petite woman with slightly sunken eyes, fair skin, and a super-beautiful face and body. I couldn’t stop staring at her, but I was also afraid to make eye contact.

We sat at the breakfast table. Hayriye went into the next room to put the child to bed. Meanwhile, when we sat at the table, she had the chair opposite me. After 5-10 minutes, she came back and sat across from me. We sat at the table for about two hours, deep in breakfast conversation. Since it was summer, the balcony door was open, a pleasant atmosphere, and Hayriye, despite being closed, was a very pleasant conversation. She was a bit shy but talkative. After breakfast, while we were chatting on the balcony, the ladies were busy doing the dishes, and noon came, and the ladies approached us and suggested we go on a picnic. Preparations were made, and we went on a picnic. We had a wonderful time and fun, and our intimacy grew along the way. As we were having tea at the picnic, Hayriye said to me, “Nahit, Erkan has been talking about you so much for three years, I’m so intrigued!” Erkan chimed in, saying, “Well, he’s my one and only manager. He was such a father to me. I never got the kindness I got from him from my father. There wasn’t a single worker in the factory he didn’t help; he was the father of every worker in the factory!” Hayriye replied, “Whenever something happens, Erkan says, ‘If Nahit were my manager now, I wouldn’t be in this situation.’ He can’t stop talking about you!” Meanwhile, my wife looked from me to Hayriye, trying to figure things out. I was trying hard not to get into any bad feelings, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Hayriye. A super beautiful 19-20-year-old woman was in front of me, and I was practically fighting myself not to make eye contact.

We returned from the picnic that evening. After dinner, it was 10:30 PM. Everyone was quite tired from the picnic. They said, “Let’s get up now.” Since they’d come by minibus in the morning, they had to go by minibus again. I said, “No, I won’t send you by minibus, I’ll drop you off myself!” They said, “Don’t bother.” When I said, “Besides, I’ll know where to go,” they didn’t object. I said to my wife, “You can come too if you want.” She said, “I’m tired, just leave me alone.” Anyway, I dropped them off at their house. When they got out of the car, the baby was in Erkan’s arms. We shook hands again as we said goodbye, but Hayriye’s hands were burning like fireballs again, making me sick. Without letting go of my hand, she said, “Nahit, thank you so much for everything. It was a wonderful day. We’re waiting for you soon!” Meanwhile, she was looking into my eyes, my dick was stiff as a spike where I stood, and my face was flushed. “Brother, you’re telling me, but you’re going to get sick; your face is all red and sweaty!” she said. I told her she might have sunstroke. We said our goodbyes, and I went home. My wife was lying in her nightgown, waiting for me in bed. I undressed and got into bed. We chatted for a bit, asking how she found them. After telling her that she liked them very much, that they were good people, and that we could meet, she looked at me meaningfully and said, “I hope you don’t regret my thoughts!” (My wife is very jealous). “What do you mean?” I asked. “The girl is beautiful, and she’s very impressed with you!” she said. “What does that have to do with it? Her husband told her, and he was curious, so what’s the big deal?” I asked. “She’s rather immature, but you still have to be careful!” she said. “You’re exaggerating! Didn’t you hear? She calls me Abi, and she’s also very reserved!” I said. “It’s like that, but I don’t know, it’s so beautiful, it’s impossible not to be jealous!” she said. I said, “You’re even more beautiful, my dear!” I kissed her lips, cupped her pussy, and started caressing her. Then I took off my wife’s panties, licked her pussy, and, captivated by the warmth of her hand and the conversation, I plunged my now-rigid cock into her pussy. My wife said, “Ugh, I love that habit of yours! Every time I think about it, I find your cock in my pussy!” and bit her lips.

I fantasized about fucking Hayriye, pounding into her. My wife moaned wildly in pleasure, “I can’t share this cock with anyone! This cock belongs to me! Don’t you dare try to fuck that woman!” She voiced her own doubts. “Don’t worry, honey, I won’t even look back if Hayriye strips and spreads her legs in front of me!” I said, pumping into her pussy. My wife said, “Don’t I know you? Don’t I know this cock I’ve been eating for ten years? Would you miss an opportunity like that? You’d put it in her pussy the first chance you get!”, further arousing me. I’d been fucking my wife for 20 minutes and was nearing my climax. I was pumping rapidly, trying to reassure her by saying, “Don’t worry, my love, even if I did, it wouldn’t give me as much pleasure as you!” My wife, delighted by the second time she was coming, was saying, “Fuck, my husband, fuck! This cock is so good, what Hayriye deserves! Ugh, I’m going crazy! Pump it, my husband, and thrust it into my pussy!” Since she hadn’t been protected, I pulled my cock out of her pussy with one last thrust and ejaculated on her belly. I lay there, breathless, motionless on top of her for two or three minutes, then lay down beside her. My wife kissed my lips and smiled, “Don’t take what I just said to heart and say, ‘I’m going to do something to her!’ You’ll never know; you’ll think I gave you permission!”

Three or four days had passed, but Hayriye couldn’t get out of my mind; she practically occupied my thoughts all day. The warmth of her hands made my penis harden whenever I remembered her. I couldn’t help but wonder what her pussy looked like if her hands were like that. At the same time, I was angry with myself for harboring such thoughts about my friend’s wife, and I felt a pang of guilt. I was in a complete dilemma. One evening, just as I was about to close up shop, Hayriye was slowly walking across the street with her child in her arms, heading in the opposite direction of their house, frequently glancing back. I ran over to her and said, “Hayriye?” She seemed to be startled, perhaps because she didn’t recognize my voice, and when she saw me, she relaxed a little. “Where are you going on foot at this hour? No?” I asked. “Don’t ask, brother. Erkan works the night shift; he went to work, and I’m going to my parents’. I decided not to wait for the minibus and would walk slowly, but they were always full, so they wouldn’t take me. I came all the way here,” she said. So I said, “You’re tired. Come on, get some rest. How can you walk all that distance with a child in your arms? Come on!” I picked up the child and, with a somewhat fait accompli, carried him to my workplace…

Hayriye was tired and drenched in sweat. I offered her a cold Coke. “Brother, if I didn’t buy it, it’s getting late. If the minibuses are on duty now, I’ll be very late!” I said, “Don’t worry, I won’t send you by minibus at this hour; I’ll drop you off. Relax, take this and drink it, cool off!” She said, “Nahit, don’t bother, I’ll take the minibus!” I frowned, saying, “I won’t send you off like this at this hour. If Erkan finds out, won’t he be upset with me?” Hayriye, helpless, said, “Okay, brother!” and took the easy way out. The child was asleep, and I’d laid him down on the couch. We started chatting, sitting right across from me, chatting about trivial matters. But I was still staring, lost in thought. Our eyes met a few times. I always avoided looking, and the last time I couldn’t. There was a moment of silence, and we stared into each other’s eyes for 10-15 seconds. This time, he avoided her, and I tried to recover quickly, but in the meantime, my dick was still hard under the table. “Dude, when are you hanging up?” he asked. I said, “I’ll hang up in 5-10 minutes, and we’ll go!” Meanwhile, I called upstairs and told them I had some work to do, that I’d be somewhere and back, and that they shouldn’t worry.

I adjusted my dick under the table. I thought I’d be embarrassed if he found out, so I distracted myself for a few minutes, gathering papers and files on the table. When he calmed down, I said, “Let’s go!” I picked him up and carried him to the car. When we got to the car, I told him to pick up the kid and that I’d open the doors. I was a little hesitant when we picked up the child, but she was very relaxed and approached. As I hugged her tightly, one of my arms got caught between her and the child, and I nearly had a heart attack when I felt her hard breasts through her coat for the first time. I opened the doors and she wanted to get in the back. When I said, “Oh, what the hell is that supposed to mean? I’ll consider it an insult!” she said, “Oh, man, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d think that!” and moved to the front. Anyway, we set off, and by this time it had gotten darker. I wasn’t rushing, trying to make the drive longer and longer. Our destination was a half-hour drive in normal traffic, but with the evening traffic thrown in, it became quite a bit longer. When the traffic stopped, I’d approach her under the pretense of caressing her cheek, occasionally brushing my hand against her breasts as if by accident…

I surreptitiously straightened my cock and, to get the conversation started, I asked, “So, Erkan’s been talking a lot about me, huh?” “Don’t ask, Nahit, I can’t stop praising you, and I was bursting with curiosity,” he said. “So, has your curiosity faded? How? Am I as curious as you think?” I asked, and he paused for a second or two and said, “Yes, you’re a very good person!” I replied, “Thank you, you’re good too. I like Erkan, he’s a very respectful and well-mannered boy. You’re very lucky to be married to him! I’m sure he’s a good husband!” I replied, after another second or two of silence, Hayriye said, “Well, that’s it…” “What do you mean now? How is it, then? Are you having problems in your marriage?” I asked. “Brother, can marriage not be a problem?” he said. “No, is it a big problem? Look, I’m sorry now, but I’ve seen you so happy,” I said. “No, of course we’re happy, but we have our own problems, some private problems, Nahit brother,” he said.

“You can trust me. If you want to share, I’ll listen and help you find a solution as much as I can. Besides, it’ll remain a secret, so you can trust me on this!” I said. “Nahit, if I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t tell you this much anyway, but even if I did, it wouldn’t be right to tell you more,” he said. “That’s fine,” I said, pulling out a business card from the glove compartment and handing it over. “If you ever get in a tight spot and need to talk, leave a message and I’ll call you back!” He took the card and said, “Okay, bro, I’ll call!” Meanwhile, his face had changed; it had taken on a strange expression, a mixture of sadness, shame, hesitation, and fear. He was staring blankly at the road. I pulled out another card and handed it over with a pen. “Write your number on this so I have your number too,” I said. He wrote down his number and handed it over. I saw that he had only written his home number. “You should have written down your cell number too,” I said. “I don’t use a cell phone; I’m always at home, so I don’t need it,” he said. “Okay, okay!” I said.

Meanwhile, we had arrived at our destination. Before getting out of the car, I asked Hayriye, “You look bad. I think you have a big problem?” “Nothing, brother, I’ll tell you later!” she said. “Okay then, I’ll definitely wait for your call tomorrow. You’ll tell me!” I said. “Okay! Erkan leaves home around 2:30 in the afternoon, so I’ll call then,” she said. “Okay then, I’ll wait for your call after 2:30. Be sure to call! By the way, how are you getting back? It’s been a while?” I asked. “I’ll be staying here tonight, brother. My brother’s wedding is being prepared, so we’re going shopping tomorrow. After shopping, I’ll take the minibus directly home. Thank you so much, brother. This is such a hassle,” she said. “What’s the trouble, honey? Anytime there’s a car problem, day or night, I’ll get offended if you don’t call!” I said and held out my hand to shake his hand. He put the boy’s head on his knee, and we shook hands. With his hand in mine, I said, “No, this heat isn’t normal!” I smiled. “My hands are always like that, man. I don’t shake hands much, but everyone I’ve ever shaken hands with has always said that since I was a kid. So, I must be a warm person!” He smiled back and got out of the car.

I turned back immediately, but I was so heartbroken. I don’t know how I got home. He kept flashing his eyes, and the next day, until noon, felt like a year. I went out around 2:30 PM and waited for Erkan to pass by, but he didn’t. By 3:30 PM, neither Erkan nor Hayriye had called. I was losing my mind. I went back to my desk, sat in my chair, and stared at the clock, my ear glued to the phone. It was 4:15 PM, and still no phone. I was going to call no matter what. If Erkan answered, I’d say, “If you’re free this weekend, either you come over or we can come over,” and somehow end the situation. I picked up the phone, dialed the number, and within seconds of the first ring, the phone was answered…

“Hello,” I said. Hayriye answered in a shaky, low voice. “Hello?” she said. “I’m Nahit. Is Erkan home?” I asked. “No, Nahit, he left at 2:30 PM,” she said. “He didn’t pass through here; I waited at the door, but I didn’t see him.” I said, “He didn’t go by motorcycle; he went by shuttle. He normally takes the shuttle; he sometimes goes by motorcycle.” She said, “I understand. You were going to call, why didn’t you?” I asked. “I didn’t call, you know…” she said. “Why? You were supposed to talk?” I asked. There was a short silence. “Nevermind Nahit, let’s not talk!” she said. “Hmmm. Sorry, I guess I made a mistake calling. I thought we were going to talk, that you were going to tell me your troubles,” I said. After another short silence, “Brother, in what capacity are you going to listen to my problems? I mean, why should I tell you these things? Why should I talk to you?” he said. “I thought we were friends,” I said. “Okay, brother, we are friends, but we are family friends, I don’t want to bother you with our problems,” he said.

“You know what, but as I said last night, if you want to talk, if you want to vent, I’ll listen and keep what you say a secret (I deliberately used the word ‘drag’ here). Keeping everything bottled up can be harmful to your health, and sometimes people feel the need to vent,” I said. “Of course, I need to talk. Of course, I’d feel better if I told someone, but why should it be you? That’s what’s confusing me; otherwise, I’d want to share my troubles with someone too.” He said, “You know, you share it with whoever you trust. If there’s someone you trust, tell them, but don’t hold it in. You were feeling really bad at some point last night, and that’s what I remembered. I called because I felt sad, so I asked you to tell me. I thought you could trust me.” I said, “I trust you,” he said. “If you trust me, you can tell me,” I said. “Not now, but maybe later,” he said. “Well, you can tell me whenever you want. Just so you know, I’m ready to listen!” I said. “Okay, brother, that puts my mind at ease,” he said.

“I don’t want to keep you, we can hang up if you’re busy,” I said. “No, I don’t have anything to do, the kid’s sleeping anyway,” he said. “Good, I was bored too, if you don’t mind let’s just chat,” I said. “No mind,” he said. “Did you go shopping?” I asked. “Yes, we did, we bought very nice things,” he said. “You don’t need nice things,” I said. “We bought them for my sister, not for me…” (There was a short silence) And why wouldn’t I need nice things?” he asked. I fell silent, sweated, and started to shake. I said in a trembling voice, “You are already very beautiful, you don’t need anything extra nice!” After another short silence, “Seriously, am I beautiful?” he asked. “Very much!” I said. “Thank you for the compliment, it’s so nice to hear it!” he said. Hayriye’s words had given me courage, now the fish was taking the hook, “It’s not a compliment, you really are very beautiful, in fact you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life!” I said. “No way, don’t exaggerate it so much, please!” he said. “I’m not exaggerating!” I said. “What’s beautiful about me?” he asked. “What else have I seen about you besides your face?” We laughed…

“I’m glad you find me beautiful, Nahit brother!” he said. “Is that your problem? Doesn’t Erkan find you beautiful?” I asked. “No, he says I’m beautiful too sometimes,” he said. “Hmmm, I couldn’t get him to talk!” I said. “Brother, you’re finally going to get me to talk. Our problem is health!” he said. “What do you mean, health? Are you sick? I told you this temperature isn’t normal.” I said. “No, brother, the problem is Erkan, not me!” he said. “Really? So what’s wrong? Let’s get him treated right away. Does he have a serious illness or something? Have you been to the doctor?” I asked. “No, we haven’t! That’s the problem! He doesn’t go to the doctor!” he said. “What do you mean? Why doesn’t he go?” I said. “He just doesn’t go!” he said. “I’ll take him, just tell me what’s wrong with him!” I said. “He won’t go, man! He’s embarrassed!” he said. “Is health supposed to be embarrassed? What kind of mentality is this? Why not go to the doctor? What’s wrong with him? Tuberculosis? Cancer?” I asked. “No, it’s not like that, it’s about his manhood…” he said.

He’d fallen into my trap. There was a silence for a while. “Hmmm, I guess I understand, but health is health, that’s my opinion. If it’s a treatable condition, he should go to the doctor!” I said. “I apologize, man, but I have a question. Okay, I trust you, but I’m also embarrassed by you. Would it be rude if I spoke a little more frankly?” he said. “What a shame! What are you talking about? It’s not rude. Talk about it however you want! Tell me now, what’s the problem?” I said. “Brother, Erkan has premature ejaculation!” he said. “Is that so? Hmmm, I understand. So how early is too early?” I asked. “It was too early! Not even a minute! One time he ejaculated 3 times without even being able to get inside her, and the fourth time he ejaculated as soon as he got inside her, and the child remained that day. We actually had our wedding that day, 2 months after the wedding! I sometimes tell him to go to the doctor, but instead of going to the doctor, he tells me to kill him,” she said.

“Hmmm, the situation is pretty dire. You have no idea how sorry I am for you!” I said. “Nahit, you’re making me tell you this, but how long does it take for you and my aunt to make love? How often do you do it?” This question was a clear indication that we’d moved to the next level. I was on my way to victory. If I could manage the rest of the conversation well, I’d definitely be able to fuck Hayriye. “Your aunt and I make love almost every day, and sometimes it lasts from 20-25 minutes to over an hour!” I said. I could sense Hayriye’s surprise even through the phone. “No way? Does it take that long, brother? What do you do with my aunt for that long?” she asked. “If we’re short on time, I’ll go straight to my aunt’s and do it for 20-25 minutes, but when we have more time, we’ll give each other oral sex for about half an hour, do 69, do Russian, French, American, do different fantasies, do Dirty Talking, and after we’ve brought each other to orgasm a couple of times, we’ll do the finale with Doggy or Jockey!” I said. (I chose those words on purpose!)

Hayriye said, “Oral? 69? Four Tolkink? Jockey? Dogi? Russian…? If you’re going to explain it to me, tell it in Turkish so I can understand!” I said, “Oh, sorry, honey! You’re right! It would be better if I explained it with examples, but it would be a bit dirty, do you mind?” I said. “No, no, tell it however you want, brother!” she said. “Look, before we make love, before we fuck, there’s something called foreplay, and 69 is the best example of it. Let me explain 69 to you like this: For example, I’m lying on my back on the bed, and you’re lying on top of me, and while I’m licking yours, you’re licking mine. While we’re doing this, we do some dirty talking, like, ‘Suck my cock, bitch! Suck my balls, you fucking slut! I’m gonna fuck this tight pussy of yours and tear it apart in a minute! Bend over, fart, and fuck you, Whore! You cock-obsessed, horny slut!’ I say. And you say, ‘Fuck my pussy, my big-dicked fucker, man, thrust it into my pussy, and shove it in!'” I said…

Hayriye obviously hadn’t expected such openness; her voice broke, and I could hear her breathing heavily through the phone. Her hand was probably on her pussy. Although, I did have my hand on my dick. After a few seconds of silence, Hayriye asked, excitedly and with a trembling voice, “So, what about…?” We took things to the next level, and I continued. I had practically turned it into phone sex. “Look, for example, is your pussy hairy?” I asked. Hayriye snorted and excitedly said, “No, it’s not. Please continue!” “Ohhh, your pussy is so creamy, I love creamy pussies! I take your pussy lips into my mouth and stretch them, suck them, stick my tongue in your pussy, finger your asshole! You suck my cock hard and fast, while simultaneously rubbing your pussy against my face. We both come into each other’s mouths, and while I lick your pussy juices, you lick and swallow my cum!” At this, Hayriye began to moan into the phone, panting like a dog. Before long, Hayriye let out a moan of, “Ağhhhh, Ihhhhh…” and hung up without a word. She’d definitely had an orgasm and hung up out of embarrassment. Meanwhile, I’d come in my panties!

The next day, I called again at the same time. She answered immediately and said, “Hello?” I said, “Hello, it’s me, Nahit! I think I made a mistake yesterday. I’m calling to apologize and say goodbye. I promise I won’t call again! Take care, bye!” Hayriye immediately said, “Stop hanging up!” I said, “Oh, dear, if yesterday was a mistake, it wasn’t just your fault; I wanted it too! Don’t be mad at me, I felt so weird yesterday, so I hung up! For the first time, I felt like a real woman. Please talk to me. If you don’t call me again, I’ll be doomed to a life of vegetative state, and there’s no excitement left in my life!” Hayriye was just the right amount of pressure, so I decided to push her a little further and said, “Look, honey, you know what we’re doing is wrong and you know where it’s going. We’d better end it right here!” Hayriye said in a tearful tone, “Don’t do this to me! If you want me to beg, I’ll beg! I’ll do whatever you want me to do, I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’m even ready to lie down! I’ll be your slut! I’ll lick your cock, I’ll swallow your cum! My man, my fucker! Fuck me bent over! Put your dick in my pussy! Fuck my ass, tear it up!” and we continued with the phone sex where we left off yesterday…

After about a week of daily phone sex, my friend’s reserved and shy wife, Hayriye, had become a complete slut and really wanted to be fucked. I couldn’t resist anymore, and I hadn’t seen her face in a while. I said, “Stop by my office tomorrow morning, love. I miss you so much!” “My husband’s home, I can’t leave!” she said. “Tell my wife you’re going to get a recipe; five minutes is enough!” I said. “Okay, we’ll see!” she said. When she arrived at my office around 8:45 the next morning, I was beyond overcome. I quickly locked the door, pulled down the blinds, and went over to her. Oh my God, she was so beautiful! She had on light makeup and a patterned satin headscarf. When she took off her coat, she was wearing a white crew-neck top and a tight red skirt that went down to her heels, revealing all her curves. I went straight to her, held out my hands, and she took mine. She was sitting on the couch, and I pulled her up toward me and pressed my lips directly to hers…

We were kissing like crazy. “My love, let’s go into the back room!” I said, grabbing her hand. There was a sofa bed in the small back room, and we went right in. “Stop, don’t do it! We’ll be humiliated if we get caught!” she said. “My love, I want you enough to take that risk! What about you?” When I said that, she lifted her skirt, pulled up her panties, lay down on the sofa bed, and said, “I want you enough to leave my husband and child at home and come here at the crack of dawn with a lame excuse like asking your wife for a recipe! Go ahead and fuck me!” I immediately dove into her pussy, ready to give her a few tongue strokes, but it was as if there was no pussy at all, just a thin line there. I’ve fucked countless women in my life, but I’ve never seen anything like this. A thin line, 3-4 cm long! “My love, what’s this?” I said. “What’s wrong, what happened?” she said. “My love, I don’t think Erkan has a problem. Cumming before entering this pussy isn’t a disease; no one can withstand it!” I said…

Hayriye grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her. “Don’t talk too much, your wife or something will come, come on, open my pussy!” she said. My cock has been erect since last night, and the sight of that pussy made my veins almost burst. I immediately spit heavily on the head and started rubbing it up and down Hayriye’s pussy. When she felt the head of my cock against her pussy lips, Hayriye’s eyes rolled. “My love, you’ll be my first man. I’ve missed this moment so much. Come on, darling, spend it with me!” she said. “My love, didn’t you give birth? This pussy is as if it had never been dilated!” I said. “I gave birth by Caesarean! Erkan entered her, and she exploded without moving even once. That’s all the cock my pussy has ever seen!” Now you blow it, come on, show me your skill, Make me have a wedding, make me hurt!” he kept pulling on him. “Are you ready, my love?” I said. “I’m ready, my man! How ready I am! Do you understand now what’s causing the fire in my hands?” he said.

I pushed! It’s like I’m ripping the sheets with my cock, that tight pussy! I barely got it halfway in. Hayriye was biting her arm, her eyes were tightly closed, as if she weren’t breathing. I waited a moment, opened her arms, laced my fingers through hers, “Open your eyes, darling!” I said, and she did. Our eyes met, our breaths mingling, she moaned, “Go ahead and fuck me, man!” I thrust again, and I was right there beneath her. Her eyes were on me, her teeth clenched, and she had such a look that tears trickled down her face onto her headscarf. I slowly withdrew my cock and thrust again. She began to tremble again, and again, and again. That adorable beauty was beneath me, and I was fucking her, eye to eye, I couldn’t believe it. I could have stayed like that for hours, but I had to hurry. We were running out of time. I started pumping, looking into her eyes. “You are my love! You are my lover! You are my woman! You are my whore! You are my whore!” I was saying…

Hayriye was saying, “You’re my man! You’re my fucker! You’re my batter! Go ahead and fuck me! Go ahead and root me! Ohhhh, feed me your dick, go ahead and fuck Erkan’s wife, go ahead and hit me, my ram, hit me, my man, fuck me hard, satisfy my pussy! Ohhhh, you’re my first man! Root your Whore! Root your Whore! Go ahead and fuck me! Fuck your friend’s wife! My Whore, come on!” I pumped for a while and Hayriye, trembling like an epileptic, had an orgasm and said, “I’m done, go ahead and cum too, man!” “Are you protected?” I asked. “No, but explode into my pussy, squirt, fertilize me, man!” When she said that, I exploded so hard that I hadn’t come like that in 15 years. I lay on top of her, mouth to mouth, for 3-4 minutes without coming out. Then we got up and packed up immediately. I opened the shutters and the door, looking out onto the street and talking. “You were amazing, my love. You gave me a taste of my womanhood!” he said. “You’re the same, my love. What kind of pussy is that? It almost never happens. You practically hurt my dick!” I said. “My pussy is a pussy, but what’s a pussy supposed to do without a fucking dick? My love, I’ll go now, let’s not make anyone suspicious!” he said. “Okay, my love, but this fuck isn’t counting me! I’ll come back tonight and fuck you to my heart’s content at your house, okay, my love?” I asked. “My love, I’m so scared of anyone seeing you!” he said. “No, I’ll come back unseen, my love. I’ll be at yours at 8:30, okay, Hayriye?” I said. “Okay, Nahit!” he said, and he left.

I began to wait excitedly for the evening. As I was passing by your house at 8:30 PM, I saw the street door was open, and I immediately went inside. The door closed behind me as soon as I walked in. I saw her standing there, her back against the door. The house lights were completely off, but the streetlights were filtering through the window, filling the house with a dim glow. I immediately picked her up and carried her into the room, not speaking a word. I started kissing her. She slowly knelt down, looked me in the eye, unzipped my fly, took my cock in her mouth, and began sucking it so hard it hadn’t even been a minute; it was already hard as concrete. I wanted to lick her too, so she grabbed my cock with both hands and said, “No, I want this now. You can lick it later. We’ll have plenty of time anyway!”

We undressed immediately, and she lay down on the floor, saying, “Come on, coach! Come on, my libertine! Show me your manhood! Satisfy my pussy!” I didn’t wait; I immediately took my place between her legs and began moving my cock up and down her pussy lips. Hayriye was going crazy, writhing, pleading, “Go ahead and thrust it in, please, I can’t resist, thrust it in, my big cock, thrust it in, I’ll be your whore, thrust it in already!” I thrust so hard that I felt the pain as if I’d thrust it into the hole of a hot rock. Her screams filled the house. Her eyes rolled back slightly; I thought she was going to faint. She was breathing heavily. I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy and thrust in again, very hard. She was moaning softly, licking my neck and ears, placing small bites on them. I sped up, her breathing shallow, “Hit me, man, hit me! Hit me, man! Fuck me, fuck me! You’re my first man, tear open the parts of my pussy that don’t see a dick, tear my love, my husband, my big-cocked libertine, tear my pussy to pieces, my big-cocked man, that’s how they fuck those who can’t fuck, oh I can’t stand it, you’re burning me up, pump me, come on, my lion!” I felt like an animal as I cried out…

Hayriye clenched her pussy muscles, practically crushing my cock, refusing to let go. Instead of relaxing, her pussy seemed to tighten and constrict even more. She couldn’t stop, screaming, “I’m hungry, my big-cocked man, I’m hungry for cock, I’m hungry for fucking! Oh, how beautifully you fuck! If you’d seen the juices flowing from my pussy when I first saw you, you would have raped me right there in front of Erkan, and you would have made Erkan hold my head!” she said. “Would she be able to hold it?” I asked. “If she saw you fucking like this, I’m sure she’d make me fuck you herself. She adores you anyway!” she said. When I heard these, I realized that that ladylike, petite, covered woman’s fantasy world was limitless, and she took immense pleasure in talking while fucking and especially in humiliating her husband. I immediately started to help her, saying, “I’m going to fuck that cuckold of yours! His wife is his pimp!”

“Oooohhh, yes, fuck Erkan’s wife! Fuck the fuck that my pimp husband can’t fuck, my man. Fuck, cuckold your friend, make Erkan cuckold me, be my fucker, let him be my cuckolded pimp, tear my pussy, tear my ass, if I don’t make you fuck myself in that pimp’s lap, may this cock be forbidden to me, fucker!” he was screaming. “You are a total Whore, a fucking Whore, the heat of your pussy has hit your body and your hands, if I had known, I would have fucked you by force at the first opportunity, you common Whore!” I said. “Yes, you should have raped me, forced me, you should have fucked me screaming, crying, you should have taken me to the mountains in your car that day!” he said. “With all this Whoreness in you, I will fuck you harder, that pimp husband’s horns won’t fit in the streets, don’t worry!” I said. “Ooohhh, fuck Erkan’s wife’s fresh pussy, man! What more will this whore give to this friend of her husband’s whom she adores!” he said. “What more will you give?” I said. “I’ll give you my pussy!” he said. “You’ve already given it to me, you cunt, are you kidding me? You’re a fucking slut!” I said.

“I’ll give you my ass too, man! You’ll own my virgin, untouched ass, man!” he said. “That’s beautiful!” I said. “I’ll have you fuck my ass too, but first you have to satisfy this insatiable pussy of mine, fuck Nahit! Fuck my man, I’m a libertine! Oohhh! Let that would-be husband’s horns grow longer, I’m having my pussy fucked under your friend, ohhhh! Come on, hit him! Don’t stop! Oooof, aaaah, I can’t hold on, something’s happening to me, I’m losing my appetite, don’t stop, root me, my darling, root me! Ahhhh…” she said, and began to tremble. She was about to come. I withdrew my cock for her pleasure, pulled it halfway up her head, and then rooted it again, pressing so hard that I waited at the base and felt her come. I couldn’t slow down yet; I was clenching my fists, trying not to cum…

About 45 minutes later, Hayriye came for the fourth time, and I was about to explode, and I sped up like a machine. “I’m coming, bitch, where should I cum?” I said. She immediately wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and her arms around my neck, looking into my eyes, through clenched teeth, “Cum inside me, my ram, cum inside me, my lion! Every part of me is yours, you can cum wherever you want, but first, water that slut’s fresh, cum-thirsty pussy with your sperm, inseminate her friend’s wife that he couldn’t fuck, let this pussy be sacrificed to your sperm, come on, fucker, squirt into my pussy, squirt your sperm!” When I said “What if you get pregnant?” she shouted, “Offf, come on, squirt my love, let yourself go, come on, flow into me, flow into my pussy, ohhh come on, fucker, send your sperm come on, if I stay, let me get pregnant for you, let me have your child, come on!” I was so aroused that I exploded at that moment at these words! But what an explosion! Her pussy was filled to the very core. She practically fainted briefly…

That night, I fucked Hayriye repeatedly (I even fucked her in the ass!), and our relationship has been going on for three years. I’ve fucked her wildly at every opportunity—in her pussy, ass, mouth, wherever I could find. Now, when she got pregnant by me, she told her husband everything, and he was angry at first, but then, out of desperation, he accepted it.