I became the third husband and wife, and the second wife to the woman.

Hello, I’m Münevver. I’m 47 years old, 1.70 meters tall, 50 kg, pale, and sexy for my age. I work as a civil servant. I’m an only child. I inherited a large sum of money from my late parents. In my 20s, I was always pursued by money-hungry men, and because I didn’t feel love, I couldn’t marry anyone. In my 30s, my desires diminished, and in my 40s, I became the type of wife sought by those who had children (for my salary and inheritance). My father wanted me to be the source of income for my aunt’s drunkard son, while my mother, who was eager to marry and get rid of her gambling, ineffective son, passed away. Because I was being sought after by people who would steal my inheritance and paycheck and fuck me, I gave up on marriage and bought an apartment in a city far from my hometown. I’ve lived there for two years. Again, marriage proposals from widows arrived every now and then, many of them trying to get a share of my impending retirement. But I wasn’t even interested. But there was something else: I was still a virgin, a girly-girl. Aside from the porn I watched on my computer, I hadn’t experienced sex. The few times I met someone, I’d kissed each other. I’d never gone further than touching his penis (over his pants), and he’d touched my pussy. I’d never even seen a real cock.

I had neighbors across the street from me, a husband and wife civil servant. They were a well-matched couple in their 30s. Hamdi worked shifts. We saw each other occasionally. Over time, we became close, but they were unaware of the substantial inheritance I’d inherited. They were struggling to make ends meet, spending as much as the mortgage on the house, not to mention the mortgage on two children. They thought I was just another person struggling to make ends meet. Hamdi was 6’3″, 85-90 kg, with an olive complexion and athletic build, and very handsome and well-groomed. One weekend, we went out with them to buy me a coat rack. Melisa had said, “Hamdi does the installation work; don’t bother hiring people in this situation!” The problem, however, was that he worked shifts. Hamdi’s shifts sometimes coincided with my free days twice a week. We decided to meet at my house for dinner at noon on the weekend. I cooked a delicious meal. After dinner, when I mentioned that I was also looking for a repairman to do some minor repairs on my other belongings, Melisa said her husband had all the necessary tools and said, “Hamdi knows everything, including computers. He’ll check it out in a minute!”

Hamdi brought his toolbox, and we cleared the dining room table. While we were having dinner and tea, their little boy got restless, and Melisa wanted to take him to their apartment to put him to bed. “If that’s okay, let Hamdi continue working. He’ll come back when the installation and repairs are finished,” she said. Hamdi started assembling the closet, but because it was so detailed, he’d get angry. Sometimes he’d curse, saying, “Fuck you!” and apologizing when he realized I was there. I was so caught up in helping him assemble the closet that I could tell my skirt was falling apart from the way Hamdi looked at my legs. The sight of my breasts spilling out of my shirt when I leaned over was especially arousing, but I tried not to pay any attention. When Hamdi got angry at the closet again and said, “I’m going to take it up your ass now!” I laughed and said, “No, whose ass are you taking it up?” He said, “Sister, don’t get me wrong, I was angry at the closet, and it slipped out of my mouth!” I replied, “I don’t know what fucking is, just go ahead and do whatever you want!” He finished assembling the closet in three hours, swearing and yelling, “What else was there to fix, sister?” I told him my nightstand drawer kept falling out and I couldn’t open it. We went to the bedroom together.

He fixed one of the nightstands and moved on to the other while I went to the kitchen to make tea. Hamdi called out to me, “Sister, come on, you have underwear. You go get them, okay?” When I got to the bedroom door, Hamdi was staring at the sexy underwear I’d bought but hadn’t used, still in its box, stroking his cock through his pants, drooling to himself, “Ugh, what the hell are you talking about? I swear to God, I’ll tear your pussy to shreds!” He muttered. I went in as if I hadn’t noticed, took the underwear out of the drawers, and laid them out on the bed. On the boxes were pictures of sexy women in see-through panties, revealing their pussies down to their slit. Hamdi couldn’t take his eyes off the women in the pictures. “Which one is prettier? Which one looks best on which?” I asked. He said, “Sister, these would look good on anyone!” I asked. “Would they look good on me too?” “Why wouldn’t they look good on you, sister?” he said. When I said, “They are fresh girls, but…” she said, “Then why did you buy it?” I said, “Needed!” “Well, it looks good on you, sister, so you bought it!” I said, “I don’t know, I haven’t worn it yet!”

While Hamdi was putting together a drawer, he saw my open-bottomed panties, which I had used and washed, and he said, “Whoa!” “What the hell?” I said. “Do you use these, sister?” he asked. “What’s wrong? Can’t I use them?” I said. “I don’t know, sister…” and he continued his mending. “Hamdi, don’t get me wrong, as a man, I want to get your opinion. Which of these would suit me?” I said, but there was no response. “I’ll wear the one you showed me; you decide if it suits you, then I’ll throw out the one that doesn’t!” I said, and taking the boxes, I entered the changing room of the bedroom, stood in front of the full-length mirrored closet, didn’t fully close the door, and started undressing so he could see me. I could see him watching me in the mirror; he was playing with his dick. I opened the package containing the open-bottomed panties and put them on. After putting on my skirt and shirt, I went over to Hamdi and said, “If you don’t decide and tell me your opinion, I won’t show it!” There was no response. I lifted my skirt, and he looked at it for a long time. He said, “Wow, it looks even better than in the picture!”

“Look at the suit!” I said, unbuttoning my shirt. “Sister, your breasts are a bit overflowing! Yours are so big!” he said. I said, “The shirt is tight!” and took it off. Hamdi was sitting on the floor, my skirt still up, looking at me like he was about to fuck me. “Tell the truth, if it doesn’t suit me, I’ll give it to Melisa so she can use it!” I said. “No way!” he said. “Don’t you like it?” I said. “I do… But it suits you so well, nothing looks this good on anyone!” he said. “Come and take a closer look!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. But his dick had grown to a sturdy stake and had set up a tent in the front of his pants. Laughing, I said, “What’s the state of you?” he said, “Sister, are you leaving me? You’ve finished me! I’m burning up right now!” I said, “Ahh, oh! You can’t even imagine how hot I am! I’ve never seen a cock or been fucked before! I don’t want to die a virgin, I want to be fucked now! Do you want me?” Hamdi looked dumbfounded. “How?” he asked. “Will you be my husband too? I mean, will you take me for a second wife? Will you fuck me too?” I asked, and I pushed Hamdi onto the bed. His cock looked like it was about to burst from his pants…

When I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and panties, I saw that the head of his cock was completely wet. I immediately took it in my hand and stroked it. His cock looked fiery and massive. I’d never seen a cock before, so I couldn’t judge it as long or thick, but it was as big as most of the porn stars I’d watched. I climbed on top of him and brought my pussy down to his cock. My pussy was practically flowing. I connected my pussy with his cock and thoroughly lubricated it with my pussy juices. I lowered my pussy to sit on him, spreading my pussy lips with my hand and squeezing his cock a little. Just as I was about to sit down, he said, “Sister, I’ll be finished this way soon, just wait a minute!” He got up and ran to the bathroom (he’d washed his cock with cold water). Then he came to me, shaking. “Sister, you’re sure, aren’t you? Look, don’t be a pain in the neck. I have two children and a wife, and I love them all! I know you want it so bad, but if you have any regrets, don’t hurt me or yourself!” I said, “I want to give my virginity to someone now, and that’s you! But I want to make you my husband. We’re home twice a week, mostly during the day, and then we’ll be husband and wife! Then I’ll convince your husband, I have plenty of money, and you’ll be financially secure!”

“Sister, I don’t want anything. Our parents are wealthy, too. My family didn’t want my wife, and her family didn’t want me. What happened? We’ve been through so much together to get to this point. Thank God, we haven’t asked anyone for money, and I won’t ask anything from you either!” He said, and started to get dressed. I immediately stood up, took off my skirt completely, opened my bra, and released my breasts. I said, “Don’t do this to me. You own these things now. Eat them up and finish them, and fuck my pussy!” “No way, sister, I won’t!” he said, and got up. Look at this, all these years I’ve never wanted those who wanted to fuck me for my money, but now I’m ready to give Hamdi my entire fortune to fuck me, but she didn’t want it. I knelt down in front of her and begged, “At least deflower me! If you don’t want to fuck me again, we won’t continue, but don’t leave me miserable like this!” When she said, “No!” I put my hand on his cock and started stroking it. He liked it; he closed his eyes and enjoyed it. When I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it, he let go and started growling…

Then suddenly, “Enough! We’re men too, fuck you!” he said, grabbed my arm, lifted me, and threw me onto the bed. He attacked my breasts. He sucked them like they were being ripped apart. With the other hand, he was touching, caressing, and pinching my pussy. I was so horny, I couldn’t control myself; I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy. And to Hamdi’s astonished gaze, I came, convulsively, as if I were pissing. Hamdi brought his hand, which had been soaked in my pussy juices, to his nose, sniffed it, then touched his fingers to his tongue, tasting it. He leaned over my pussy and began sucking and licking my juices. The more he licked, the more I continued to come, struggling to come. Ahhh, oh, my brainless mind! If I’d known this was so good, I would have said, to hell with all the money, and laid down under the first man who came along. I was practically jumping with pleasure. I couldn’t resist and said, “Come on, husband, end my 47-year longing and fuck me! Then you can lick and eat my pussy and ass!” Hamdi stood up and moved closer to my crotch, his massive cock seemingly growing even larger. He grabbed my waist, pulled me towards him, and began to thrust his cock into my pussy…

This must have been my first time being fucked! I was about to die of excitement, I was momentarily terrified and wanted to give up, but at the same time, I couldn’t resist the urge to be fucked and the pleasure I was feeling. I spread my legs wide, lifted them, and wrapped them around Hamdi’s waist. The head of his cock was trying to force its way into my pussy, and the more it entered, the more it hurt. He pushed it in, bit by bit, then waited. After a few thrusts, he suddenly picked up speed, grabbed my waist, and pulled me against him. He thrust deeply into my pussy, making me scream out. I realized he had fully entered when his balls touched my ass. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, barely holding myself back. I felt something warm and hot inside me, and it was starting to hurt. Yes, my virginity, which I’d kept hidden for 47 years, was finally gone. On the one hand, I was a little sad, but on the other, I was incredibly happy because it was the first time I’d been fucked, the first time I’d ever eaten a cock…

After a few thrusts, Hamdi got up and pulled his dick out with a quick sloppy jerk. As my blood started to flow, Hamdi said in amazement, “Sister, are you really a virgin?” “Yes, husband, it was your fate to deflower me! You’re my husband too, okay, love?” I said. Without waiting for him to respond, I removed the pillowcase, wiped his dick and my pussy clean, and said, “Go ahead, love! Fuck me!” Hamdi started stroking his dick without saying anything. “What happened, love? Just stick it in!” I said. “It must have hurt a lot, you screamed, I won’t continue, but I have to cum too, I’ll cum while jerking off! Besides, you’ll get pregnant, what’s the point!” he said. “Please continue, husband, cum inside me, if I get pregnant, I swear I won’t tell anyone it’s yours, I want you to fuck me and cum inside me, give me this pleasure, please!” I said and pulled Hamdi on top of me. After fucking for about 20 more minutes, I had finished twice. Although I begged Hamdi, “Cum inside me!”, he said, “I’ll cum deep inside your pussy another time!” “Just as he was about to ejaculate, his cock pulled out of my pussy and squirted his cum onto my belly and navel…

Then he lay down next to me, looked at his watch, and said, “Oh, it’s almost evening. Your wife’s always thinking of a thousand things. Why don’t you go get my wife and come back? The kid’s probably asleep. Before you go, put those panties away so she doesn’t get suspicious when she gets back! I’ll finish the rest of the work!” I got up, put my panties in the drawers, and went to call his wife. While Hamdi was busy with the rest of the work, Melisa and I sat around and gossiped about the couple, talking about the excesses in women’s attire. Melisa told me how her husband would sometimes get aroused when he saw women and girls in the market wearing revealing clothes, attack her at home, and make her compote while fucking her. I said, “Girl Melisa, I’m at this age, and I don’t know what it’s like to have a husband. You’re in trouble. As if two kids weren’t enough, and you’re dealing with the husband problem, too. I swear!” When I said, “What can I do, mother? The wild dog can’t get enough. It’s writhing around trying to get a second one. I swear, I’ll tell him to find it and bring it right away! After putting the kids to sleep, Hamdi becomes a pain in the neck. I try to make him happy by making him my wife. This time, the kids start again. Then I wake up in the morning without a wink of sleep! What will he bring for me? Let him find something to bring. At least my burden in bed will be a little lighter, I swear!” she said.

I immediately said, “Girl, I’ll be your second wife. Are you going to find a better wife than me? Look how well we get along. We can share your husband, and that’s it!” Melisa laughed and said, “Girl, if I took you as my second wife, you wouldn’t leave me a dick. You’d want my husband to fuck you every day!” I said, “Oh, how can I stand being fucked every day at my age? I’ll only give you to your husband twice a week, at most, I can’t give you anything else, woman! Seriously, will you accept me as your second wife?” Melisa said, “Girl, you’re serious about this second wife thing. I’ll ask the idiot who’s going to be my husband and let you know, but I don’t know if he’ll accept you. You’re as old as his mother!” I said, “I’m really serious. There are plenty of people who have sex with age gaps, and no one will suspect anything, and we can live together!” Then I told her about the inheritance and assets I inherited and said I would spend it all on her (and I did!). For the past 6 months now, Melisa has been sending her husband to fuck me twice a week and she prays to me for financial relief, for helping her take care of her children, and for helping her husband get horny!