I Learned What an Orgasm Is at 35

Hello friends, I’m one of the women who follows https://realadultstory.com/ daily. My name is Nurhan, I’m 36 years old, and I’ve been married for 18 years. I live in Stuttgart, Germany. Eighteen years ago, when I was a poor girl in Türkiye, my husband and his family wanted me. Since my family and I were struggling to make ends meet, I said yes. My husband has his own business and is financially well-off, but believe me, he’s a real man. To call him “wood” would be insulting to the trees in the forest. He’s a bigot, but he tries to appear cultured and decent, and he constantly screws up. I’ve tolerated this behavior from my husband for 18 years, and unfortunately, I have to. At least for my children.

As for our bedroom, believe me, it’s hard to even describe it. Our wedding night, including undressing, lasted only 10 minutes. I didn’t even understand how I transitioned from girlhood to womanhood. Caress, kiss, or love—these are words my would-be husband finds completely strange. He’s a man who turns his back when he’s done in bed. He neither looks at his appearance nor (what I hate most) cares about how clean his teeth are. He only brushes them once a week. As my marriage went by like this, thanks to the unconsciousness of being poor, I never even saw another man’s genitals in person, let alone in pictures (until that day). Resigned to my fate, I always assumed all women were destined for the same.

One day, I was out with some female friends. One of them, Gül, a woman I loved very much and used to visit with my family, said, “Come over tomorrow and let’s sit down. Tell me why you’re so sad and withdrawn!” I said okay. The next day, I visited them. Over tea, coffee, and cake, he said, “Look, honey, what’s wrong with you? Why are you sad? I won’t let you out of the house without telling you today!” So I started to tell him. Gül’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe it. “You’re such a beautiful woman (I’m 1.70 meters tall, blonde, 62 kilos, and very well-groomed), doesn’t that idiot who’s supposed to be your husband make you happy in bed?” I was initially embarrassed when she said, but then, when she insisted on telling me, she was shocked a second time. Embarrassed, I asked Gül, “Isn’t your bedroom the same?” It was my turn to be shocked. As she explained, I realized once again that I’d wasted years. Believe me, she didn’t wax on and say, “He’ll make it this long.” Her simple statement, “My husband would never be so kind to me; he’d hold me in his arms, kiss me, and smell me. He’d even hug me from behind when I was sleeping, and he’d hold my breasts in his hands while sleeping!” was enough for me. With a deep sigh, I headed home, feeling saddened by my fate. As the days passed, my rebellion intensified.

While I was working at my husband’s workplace, my husband called, saying, “I need to go to Türkiye for 3-4 days. You keep an eye on the workers and our workplace!” and hung up. While I was working at the office, towards evening, Ümit suddenly walked in, saying, “What’s up, you faggot?” But the moment he saw me, he was very embarrassed and apologized. Ümit was Gül’s husband and also my husband’s close friend. “No problem, Ümit, you don’t have to apologize, but your faggot went to Türkiye!” I said and burst out laughing. “Believe me, I’m sorry, Nurhan, your husband and I always joke around like this. I apologize again! Well, since your husband’s not here, I’ll go!” he said and was leaving. “What, don’t you consider us real men? Come on, have a cup of coffee and then go!” I said. He looked embarrassed, “Okay!” and sat down across from me.

Despite being neighbors for so many years, Ümit and I were chatting for the first time. As we were having coffee, I realized that Ümit was the complete opposite of my husband. He was charismatic, handsome, and very likable. He thanked me for the coffee and was getting up. “Wait, let’s go together. I’m done at the office!” I said, and we left together. Since our office was a bit far from our house, I got in my car, but it wouldn’t start. Luckily, Ümit hadn’t left yet. “Just a minute, Nurhan,” he said, “Let me check!” But unfortunately, he couldn’t get it started either. “Nurhan, I’ll call a towing service. They’ll tow your car to the repair shop, and I’ll give you a ride home!” He said, even though it was cold. Even though it was cold, he didn’t leave me alone until the tow truck arrived. Finally, the tow truck arrived, loaded the car, and we set off in Ümit’s car. When we arrived at the front door, my kids said, “Mom, we’re going to a friend’s house. There’s a birthday party there. We’ll be late, so don’t worry about us!” Just as Ümit was about to leave, I insisted, “At least have a cup of tea. We’re freezing cold. We’ll call Gül, and she’ll come too!”

We went inside. Ümit called his wife but couldn’t reach her. He said, “I can’t reach Gül. I’ll run off if you want…” I said, “No, I swear, I won’t let her go without a cup of tea. Gül might see you calling and call you! You go to the sink and wash your hands, and I’ll make some!” I said, and went into the kitchen. I brewed some tea, brought it to the table, and we started chatting while drinking our hot tea. While we were chatting about something, I don’t know why, but when I happened to look at Ümit, the front of his pants was so puffy that I felt a momentary rush of pleasure. I was so impressed that I felt like I was getting wet between my legs too. Ümit stood up after drinking three cups of tea, and I tried to walk him through the door. We shook hands at the door. “Thank you so much, Ümit!” I said, and at that moment, Ümit, without letting go of my hand, kissed me on the cheek and said, “What do you mean, Nurhan? With pleasure!” He kissed me on the cheek as if he were kissing a friend, but I was surprised, not expecting it. He understood and immediately apologized, “It was a spur of the moment, believe me. I’m so sorry!” He said. The moment was so sweet that the words, “No need to apologize, I won’t be mad if you kiss me on the other cheek too!” came out of my mouth on their own.

Ümit kissed me on the other cheek as well, but this time it was much different, as if his tongue had touched mine. Our eyes met, and Ümit said mischievously, “Now you kiss me on both cheeks, let’s get even!” I kissed him on one cheek, and as I kissed the other, he brought his lips to mine, and just as I kissed him on the lips, he suddenly hugged me and thrust his tongue into my lips. He quickly closed the front door and we kissed for minutes, standing in the hallway. Oh my God, what a kiss! It was as if he wasn’t kissing; he was fucking my mouth with his tongue. He was squeezing my hips with both hands and caressing every inch of my body. Since I was wearing a skirt, though not very short, he quickly reached under it and began to slide his hand up my panties. That’s when the movie broke. He could do whatever he wanted with me. He knelt in front of me, lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and started kissing and sniffing between my legs. His tongue licked my pussy, sending shivers down my spine like nothing I’d ever experienced.

Ümit was very experienced in this field. He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I followed him like a child who’d just gotten a treat. In the bedroom, he first undressed himself down to his panties, then completely undressed me. He laid me on my back on the bed, parted my legs, and waited for me to fuck him, while he stuck his head between my legs again. He licked, kissed, and sniffed my pussy, legs, and breasts for maybe half an hour. Sometimes he’d even stick his tongue between my thighs and lick my asshole. I can’t even remember how many times I’d shudder and orgasm, my clit dripping wet. My would-be husband would never lick me; on the contrary, he’d force his cock into my mouth, and I’d be disgusted…

But wouldn’t a man like that have a cock licked? Now I had to feast on him. As I laid Ümit on his back and removed his panties, a massive cock sprang out. It was incredibly thick and long. I’d only thought my husband’s was big (because I’d never seen another cock), but this one was almost twice as big and thick. I struggled to get the head of his cock into my mouth, but I had to lick it; I wanted to. While I was licking Ümit’s cock, he turned me over and started licking my pussy. While I was thinking, “Well done, what an endless appetite, what a manliness!” he said and laughed, “Come on, my dear, it’s time for you to accept me as a guest inside you!” I said, “Umit, please don’t hurt me, I’ve eaten half the size of dick in 18 years, be careful!” Ümit laughed and said, “I know my love, I’ve seen your husband’s dick swimming, the dick you ate doesn’t count, I’ll show you the taste of a real dick, but don’t be afraid, leave yourself to me!”

He pulled me under, spread my legs, and began licking and kissing my neck and throat. He used his lips and tongue beautifully. At the same time, he began to move the head of his cock between my pussy lips. I was about to go crazy with pleasure and excitement. With each back-and-forth stroke, he pushed his cock a little deeper. Finally, he pushed his cock into my pussy. But what a cock it was! It practically filled my pussy completely. I was scared, but I was also happy to take it all, when Ümit thrust again. It turned out he had only inserted half of it. My eyes widened when I felt his balls against my pussy lips. I wrapped my legs around his back, practically binding Ümit to keep him from thrusting back and forth. When my pussy got used to that thick cock, my legs gave way on their own, and Ümit began thrusting back and forth. My God, what a cock he gave me! He fucked me hard for nearly an hour, turning me over and over, making me cum like a waterfall. I knew I’d been taking cock for 18 years for nothing.

Finally, he looked me in the eye and asked, “My love, are you protected?” It was so sweet that even if I wasn’t, he’d say, “I am!” He shoved his massive cock deep inside me, not moving back and forth, just looking into my eyes, and poured so hard that I came again while he was flowing…

When he pulled out of my pussy, I noticed his cock still hadn’t gone down. As he stroked his cock and started kissing and caressing me again, I realized he wanted to fuck me again. I said, “Ümit, I’m dead. That’s enough for today. Let’s do it another time. From now on, this pussy is yours whenever you want!” He lay down next to me, holding me close and continuing to caress me. For a moment, I drifted off, lusciously exhausted from the previous orgasm. When I opened my eyes, he was still caressing and sniffing me, rubbing his massive cock between my buttocks. “Ümit, please, my pussy isn’t used to being fucked like this. Don’t kill me!” I said. Ümit laughed mischievously and said, “Okay, welcome me back to your back door!” Just as I was about to say, “I don’t understand?”, he thrust his massive cock into my asshole. He wanted to fuck me in the ass. I tried to escape in fear, but to no avail. Ümit wrapped his strong arms around me tightly and pleaded like a child, “Come on, my love, don’t break me! You’re my life, my love!”

How could I break Ümit? I said, “I’ll sacrifice my back door for the love that gave me my first orgasm after 18 years of marriage.” I turned around and said, “Look, my love, you’re going in there first. I already had to take it in my pussy. Do whatever you have to, but don’t hurt me!” He said, “Okay, my love, give me something like a cream, but make it slippery!” There was baby oil in the drawer, and I gave it to him, and he started applying it to his cock and my ass. He was giving me instructions, “Look, don’t make any sudden moves; surrender yourself completely to me. Tell me when it hurts, but don’t squeeze!” After lubrication, he laid me face down, placed a pillow under me, and, kissing the back of my neck, slowly pressed his cock against my asshole…

As the tip of his cock entered, I thought I was going to die. But I wouldn’t give up. I’d promised myself, who would I give my ass to if not Ümbet? The tip of his cock entered, but I thought my asshole was being torn apart. He waited a moment, kissing and biting my neck, and then he pushed the rest of his load in. It felt like he was all the way to my stomach. After a while, the pain I’d felt seemed to fade, or maybe my asshole had gone numb. When Ümit started moving faster and faster in and out of my ass, I literally started to enjoy it. Getting fucked in the ass felt different from being fucked in the pussy. Ümit barely lasted 15 minutes before saying, “You have such a tight ass, my love. I can’t hold on, I’m coming!” By then, I was finished. He ejaculated like a garden hose had been forced into my ass, spraying his hot cum into my asshole with pressure, and he collapsed on top of me. As his cock slowly slid out of my ass after 5-6 minutes, I was beside myself with pleasure.

We lay there, holding each other for a while. Everything was so wonderful, it felt like I was in a dream, and I lost track of time. I heard noises coming from downstairs; the kids had arrived. I quickly got up and locked the bedroom door. Since the shower was in the bedroom, we both got in and washed up. After the shower, I went out to the kids, but Ümit couldn’t leave the room until the kids were asleep. As I was saying goodbye to Ümit, he kissed me at the door and said, “Don’t deprive me of this anymore!” He put his hand between my legs and cupped my pussy. I said, “It’s yours now. You can fuck me whenever you want, wherever you want, and however you want, my love!” and said goodbye.