I Fucked My Brother-in-Law’s Wife

Hello. Hello. I’m Murat from Istanbul. I’m 1.78 meters tall and 70 pounds, with brown hair and blue eyes, and an athletic man who craves attention. Years ago, I left the army and was looking for a job. I started working at a company that sells designer upholstery materials in the automotive industry through a friend who recognized my hard work and ambition. The company’s managers were the boss’s sister and daughter. Furthermore, the boss’s daughter was engaged, but they hired me the moment they saw me. Shortly after, I met the real boss, who returned from vacation. Because I fulfilled my assigned duties and work honestly and completely, I quickly became the company’s favorite. Especially the boss, and then the boss’s daughter…

As you can imagine, the boss’s daughter soon broke off her engagement and, of course, with her father’s approval, hung me up. Her father’s only concern was finding a groom who would manage all his business and earn him more money, while her daughter’s concern was finding a handsome husband. And so it was. Within a short three or four months, I became the company’s messenger and, in a flash, the saleswoman. Of course, the responsibilities I was given gradually increased, and in addition to earning money for the company, I began earning more. My stepfather was delighted with every aspect, and so was his daughter. Your father-in-law had no problems with work, power, or money; all that mattered to him was getting his idiot son, whom he’d appointed to head the Circassian factory, married off as quickly as possible. But the problem was truly significant. Due to the stupidity of their son, whom they had once almost engaged to for financial reasons, the tattooed girl they were engaged to couldn’t bear it (fuck their money! She ran off with the Waterman who came to the house. My father-in-law and mother-in-law were worried about this. Money stamps are useless in most cases. Even if they had money, what young girl would want to marry a fool?

Ultimately, their search in Istanbul led nowhere. We finally found a girl from the village, we caught her, and we returned the money. It makes sense that they found their bride-to-be through a relative they knew. The bride-to-be was a 16-year-old girl, very developed for her age: 1.75 meters tall, with a large, curvy figure, a full breast, and round hips. She was a gorgeous girl named Tugba. They bought her for a large sum of money, subleased by the girl’s father, and Anla’s wedding took place (they’re very fond of Mercury’s airs). From the very first day, I told my wife, “Wow, what a shame for this girl!” That’s why. Because my stepfather was a He’s a stupid, parasitic man who doesn’t understand what a woman is, what sex is. He’s a man who, without exaggeration, devotes his life entirely to electronic activities, whose dick sees from toilet to toilet. And as I said, it happened, it happened on the wedding night. The stepfather put a cucumber in his daughter’s pussy to deflower her. My daughter told my wife about it the next day. When my wife told me about it, I laughed so hard, because she said, “Didn’t I tell you?”

In any case, they put an end to it. One of the houses in Silivri was built, the bride moved from the village to the city, and the idiot husband’s handwritten stepfather began living away from her stepmother. Unlike the idiot stepfather, the brick bride, with her bright eyes and tall, curvy figure, exuded the scent of sex. I thought, because the men of Silivri will kiss this girl more than this idiot. I told her to open her eyes a little; this idiot will wear some kind of horn. And sure enough, what I predicted happened. Our village beauty, our brick bride, began to blossom and bloom like a flower every day. She started flirting with the men walking around her. Her stupid stepfather, who would be her husband, was also very happy about this. I can’t eat anymore, it’s like he’s telling me to eat with his hands, his spirit is terrible…

I was also having serious problems with my wife, both emotionally and financially. She had completely gone mad, no longer fulfilling her marital duties towards me. She also began smuggling the money and goods she’d earned at Schickert. My wife was a true daddy’s girl (her father had done a few things like that before). When I discovered my wife had been secretly stealing from me, the snake that had been sleeping inside me awoke. I couldn’t fly; it wasn’t my chemistry, but there were other things in it, and I needed to teach them a lesson, but how? Just then, her stepfather had died. The bride-to-be was perfectly compliant. When her stepfather’s pressure subsided, she began making a series of mistakes and living a desperate life. Gavat, her husband-to-be, completely freed Mardi from her bonds. Although she didn’t want to touch me, she acted rationally, no matter what.

One day, Tuğba went to her hometown alone for two weeks to visit her family. In two weeks, my father-in-law would be taking his idiot wife to the village and returning. During this time, I had to dress at the factory. When their arrival was delayed by a few days, I had to stay at their house. While I was staying home, my brick bride was taking towels from the bathroom cabinet when she dropped some notes with some writing on them. When I read the notes, I didn’t say much. The notes said something like, “I’ll come kiss you after your husband falls asleep!” She lived with someone for a long time, fearing no one, and put notes in the right places. I wanted one eye, God gave me two, and I had the chance…

In any case, they were from the village. That evening, the idiot who would become my father-in-law, as if he were very resistant to alcohol, said, “Let’s have a beer!” He pinned her down next to him. After the third beer, my stepfather, shaking, said, “I’m going to bed!” After saying this, I left him alone with his wife and went to bed. It’s like being tied to your head! As in der (like being tied to your head!). When Tugba and I were alone, we started talking about the weather. By the way, I once asked a journalist how to decipher the recordings I found. Tuğba hadn’t hesitated to admit that there was someone in her life, that she couldn’t stand her husband’s stupidity, that she was a beautiful, hysterical woman, and that while everyone except her husband stared at her with greedy eyes, she’d been blinded by this man in the prime of her life. In her youth, her family had oppressed such a man for his money, and because of them, she was condemned to this passive, parasitic man. Listening to Tuğba, I convinced her I was right; she was absolutely right, and that’s exactly what would have happened if the parasite had been blessed with such beauty.

Meanwhile, I’d hit my wits’ end with beer, downed seven or eight bottles. December. My opinion of Tuğba had changed, and I couldn’t help it. When she stood before me, as if her breasts were about to burst from Tuğba’s tank top, the arrow had already been released. Both our breathing patterns had changed. A deceiver had once said, “What kind of woman am I in your eyes?” He said, “You’re a woman who looks like the mare every man desires!” I said. A brick was sticking to my side, pressing against my lips. We embraced immediately. She kissed me with such desire and fervor that it was as if she were mad. Her lips were burning. I took off her shirt and bra in an instant. Such beauty wouldn’t exist. It was a shame that such beauty was wasted in the hands of the parasite. Now we were making love like mad. Tuğba, writhing like a snake beneath me as I kneaded her breasts like dough, her breathing quickening: “My Murat, my man, you are everything to me, tear me apart!”

Afraid my stepfather, sleeping inside, would hear the noise, I told him to be quiet. He said, “Whatever this idiot is, if he were a man, he wouldn’t have left his wife alone with you in the middle of the night and slept with her! If only you knew where and with whom he left me alone, what I’ve been through! How little I could ever cuckold her!” Tuğba was so excited, I didn’t even realize how she’d taken off my clothes in the blink of an eye. I was licking every inch of her chest. I got down from her breasts, pulled off her thong, and started licking her honey pot, squirting small pieces onto her labia. Tuğba was screaming as if she wanted her husband to hear, and I acted casually, as if I were saying anything at all…

Finally, Tuğba couldn’t stand it anymore. In one swift move, she slid out from under me, got on top of me, grabbed my cock, and took it in her mouth. She licked him so hard, as if she’d been deprived of it for years. I couldn’t hold on any longer; I was fighting to keep from exploding. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore; I burst into tears. Believe me, she kept sucking and licking until I swallowed every last drop. Even before I had a chance to recover, she kept licking until I took it again. She looked like she was going crazy. Finally, my dick was erect again. Brick grabbed my dick with my hand, brought it to my pussy, and slowly began to slide down onto it. Once her head was inside, she sat down so passionately, “Ooooh!” Her voice echoed off the walls throughout the night. Despite this, my stupid stepfather was sound asleep.

When Brick jumped on me, she would scream with pleasure, saying, “Kiss me now, it should have been you, my husband, it should have been you, this parasite doesn’t deserve me, I need you, I need a man like you, break…” I’m yours now, I don’t need anyone else after you! Your wife doesn’t deserve you either. They don’t deserve anything they do behind your back. Kindness and honesty towards them are bad, and they even tried to cheat on you even though you earned a lot of money for them!” What she said made me even more ambitious. And she wasn’t wrong, you know. I took the brick from me and turned it over, kissing her pussy from behind with such passion that I was also spanking her buttocks, frying them. The sounds we made reverberated throughout the house, not to mention the walls, and my stupid stepfather either didn’t hear them or didn’t hear them…

I thought I was going to die of pleasure because Tugba had one orgasm after another and moaned. December. Finally, I exploded so hard, I felt like I was being penetrated to the bone. Imagine how many times, how many positions, what we did until morning.

Tuğba was a determined, fiery, and hysterical woman, and now she was my wife. Of course, my parasitic stepfather’s madness and my adventures with Tugba didn’t end that night.