I Fucked My Wife’s Virgin Friend

I’m Sedat. I’m 46 years old. I’m tall, handsome, and have brown hair. My wife is 42, has a very fair complexion and a fantastic body. I have a good job and a fairly high income. When our son finished primary school, we decided to send him to a school abroad. After a long search, we placed him in a school in England. My wife and I have no problems. We love each other like crazy. We know no boundaries in bed either. We’re open to anything. After my son went abroad, our sex life became even more exciting because we were alone at home. However, when my wife’s childhood friend, Sibel, was transferred to Istanbul, our lives changed a bit.

Sibel is a short, petite, and very charming woman. We rented a house for her near us. She moved house, and it turned out to be a very charming place. My wife and I got along very well. She visited us often, and we visited her. Although she was quite beautiful, she hadn’t married yet. In our conversations, we always advised her to get married and so on. She’d brush it off by saying, “Didn’t we get married when we found her?” There was no proposal between us. But I wasn’t looking at her sexually at all. Actually, I didn’t need it. I had a wonderful wife, and we were exploring all kinds of relationships.

One night, my wife and I were out to dinner. But my wife was completely different that night. It was as if her body was aroused by even the touch of her dress. “Let’s not be late, I want to go home!” she said. We woke up around 11:00 PM. She was already sagging on the way home. We barely made it home, started kissing in the hallway, and continued in bed. It was wonderful, as always. We started talking while she was lying on my chest. She said she couldn’t forget our first night, our wedding night. My wife had never had a boyfriend before marrying me, never touched a man. Her sexual knowledge was limited to what her friends told her, and as the wedding day approached, her fear grew. The excitement and fear of the wedding night were all mixed up, and I had never felt it before. But with my understanding, my wife had overcome her fears that first night, and contrary to what she’d imagined, she enjoyed sex. She’d overcome her fear of how to enter, how to explode.

My wife was truly excited that night. On the wedding night, in our honeymoon hotel suite, I acted as if it were a special encounter, not a wedding night. I didn’t reveal my desire to fuck her. We talked and laughed, then we went to bed and cuddled, and that continued until morning. The next afternoon, I deflowered her. She had done it of her own volition, and in a way, it wasn’t me deflowering her, but herself. I lay on my back, and she sat on top of me, rubbing her pussy against my cock. Then, she placed the head of my cock in her pussy, and in a moment of intense pleasure, she let go. My cock first pressed against her hymen. With another thrust, she took it all in. A thin trickle of blood leaked from the edge of my cock. And then she experienced her first orgasm.

Years later, he thanked me again for this, but he wanted me to relive that night. I asked, “How will it work?” He said, “I’ll plan it, you leave it to me!” We started making love again, and we both had even more passionate orgasms. The next day, my wife had booked the honeymoon suite at a hotel for the weekend. She started explaining, “You won’t touch me starting Wednesday. On Saturday, we’ll go to the hotel separately. We’ll act like we don’t know each other at all. I’ll settle into the room. We’ll run into you at the pool, get to know each other there. You’ll handle what happens next. You’ll seduce me like you’re meeting someone for the first time and convince me to have sex!” she said. “Okay!” I said, but I didn’t like not touching you from Wednesday to Saturday. We’d have to put up with it. We had great sex on Tuesday night and started our abstinence. He didn’t talk to me unless absolutely necessary until Friday, and we slept separately.

On Friday, I went to work. Around 1:00 PM, my phone rang; it was my wife. Her mother had gotten sick and had to go. I was sad, but the whole plan had been ruined. And I was going to continue my diet for another 3-4 days. She had bought the plane ticket and postponed the hotel reservation until next week. Her flight was supposed to depart at 6:00 PM. What could we do? All our thoughts were postponed until next week. I left work around 4:00 PM, picked up my wife from home and took her to the airport. I saw her off and left the airport. There was no food at home, so I wanted to eat out and go home and rest. While I was on the road, my phone rang. It was Sibel. She told me that my wife had told her that her mother had gotten sick on the phone and wished her a speedy recovery. She said, “There’s no food at home right now. If you want, come over to my place, I have food, we can eat together!” I agreed. It was 8:00 PM by the time I got to her house. She had prepared a beautiful table and made fish. We started to eat. “Fisher Rakı is not a good idea!” He said, “Let’s go, let’s continue with the Rakı.” It was going great…

My wife called. She had reached her, and her mother wasn’t seriously ill, but it was still good that she went. She asked what I had eaten. I said, “We’re making fish Rakı at Sibel’s!” She said, “Can you give Sibel?” Sibel turned on the speakerphone. My wife said, “Take care of my husband. Don’t let him starve, he’s entrusted to you, and don’t let him try to be a womanizer!” We laughed. We hung up. When the meal was over, Sibel said, “I’ll clear the table!” We cleared it together. We cleared the table. She brought fruit, and we sat down on the couch. She poured us another double Rakı. We finished that, too. We had another round of refreshments. We were both in high spirits. At one point, Çakır went to the kitchen, sprained his ankle on the way back, and the plate of snacks he was holding fell to the floor and broke. He fell to his knees. I jumped up, picked him up, and laid him on the couch. He was rubbing his ankle. I think he’d bruised it. I picked up the plate and the spills. “Let me take you to bed!” I said. She wrapped her arm around my neck, grabbed her waist, and led her away. I laid her on the bed. I looked at her wrist; she seemed fine, but she said it still hurt…

I rubbed it in a bit, and it felt good. She told me there was pain-relieving ointment in the bathroom, and she asked me to rub it in. “Okay, but wear your nightgown, not with tights,” I said. “Okay,” she said. I went to the bathroom, got the ointment, and lingered a bit. When I returned, I knocked on the door. “Are you dressed?” I asked. “Yes, you can come in!” she said. I opened the door. Oh my God, it was a short nightgown, and she was completely naked, but her breasts were amazing. Still, I didn’t think anything bad about it, because I’d seen her in a bikini at the summer house and naked in the shower once. I sat on the edge of the bed, took her foot in my hands, and caressed it a bit. Just as I was about to put some ointment on my hand, she sat up, took both of my hands, said, “There’s nothing wrong with my foot…” and started to cry. Then he said, “Brother Sedat, I want to talk to you!” I was surprised. “I’m listening,” I said. “I’ve never been married and I’ve never been touched by a man. I’ve rejected all the suitors I’ve met because I was afraid a man would touch me and lose my virginity. Now I have a boyfriend, and he wants to marry me. But I’ll refuse again out of fear. I want someone I value and trust to deflower me and help me overcome this fear. Only you can do that, because I trust you!” I was even more surprised when he said that.

“Look, Sibel… You should give up your virginity to the man you love; there’s nothing to fear. Besides, you’re my wife’s friend; it’s not right for you to do this with me. I don’t want to betray my wife,” I said. “No… no, I can’t. A man touching me drives me crazy. Only you can do that. Please don’t see this as a betrayal. I’m not the kind of person who seduced my friend’s husband either. Just do this as a medical procedure. Because I can’t stand having a man touch me other than you!” she said. I was shocked. My mind was in turmoil. I went into the living room and poured myself a double Rakı. I sat in the dark, thinking. How could I do something like this? How could I betray my wife, and especially her closest friend. I shouldn’t have done it, but Sibel was in a difficult situation. Just as I was thinking, “It’s best to leave,” Sibel came into the living room and sat next to me on the couch. She was crying. “If you don’t want to do it, don’t do it!” she said, and absolutely told me not to mention it to my wife. She was close to me, I wrapped my arm around her, she laid her head on my chest, and she was trembling…

I started caressing her arm with the tip of my finger, and she stiffened. “Stop, calm down. Let’s solve this together,” I said. Without turning on the lights, I prepared some nice music and took her dancing. She hugged my neck and we were dancing. I started caressing her back, she flinched. I hadn’t had sex in 3 days and I had a very firm body in my arms. The thin robe she wore over her thin nightgown didn’t actually cover a part of her body; I could feel the tips of her breasts hardening. We danced for a long time. For a moment I took off the robe she was wearing; she resisted at first but then gave up. My dick was hard. It was touching her belly. I pulled back her nightgown as well. Now she was completely naked in my arms. She was trembling in my arms. I leaned over to her ear and kissed her lightly. I said, “Have you ever touched a dick?” Her heart was beating fast, she said, “No, I’m scared! I only saw you once in the shower at the summer house. It was huge.”

“Come on then!” I said. I took her to the bedroom. I took two silk scarves from her wardrobe and blindfolded her with one. I laid her on her back on the bed. I undressed too, my dick was hard as a rock and reared up. But unfortunately, fucking our timid gazelle was not going to be easy. I was moving the white silk scarf around her forehead and eyes, she was startled. I slowly went down to her neck, she started to move. I started moving around her breasts, she was moaning. She put her left foot on her right foot and started squeezing her pussy between her legs. I moved the scarf around her body for a long time. Then I went down to her belly, she started to contract more, she was moaning. I went down to her groin. I was moving around her panty line. She was squeezing her legs, raising and lowering her hips. Suddenly she started to cry. She was spasming. She started to hit her hips on the bed, she was having a sobbing orgasm. Her breasts were firmer, looking amazing, and water flowed from her pussy as she squeezed and released her legs. She quivered and shook, reaching an orgasm.

I lit a cigarette. I lay on my back. She said she always masturbated with her legs clenched like this, and that she definitely couldn’t orgasm when she opened them. Her eyes were closed. “Now it’s your turn. You too will get to know my body!” I said. “Impossible, I can’t touch it!” she said. “Try it!” I said. She started groping for the scarf. “No, you’ll use your fingertips!” I said. She brought her fingertips to my lips, my nose, my eyebrows. She just traced my face. Her breathing had become rapid. I didn’t intervene. She lingered on my face for a long time, finally moving down to my neck, now moving across my chest. For a moment, her leg touched my cock, and she trembled and spasmed. She continued, reaching my belly. Now her arm was touching my cock, my cock rigid as a rock. She moved down. She circled my cock for a long time. She couldn’t muster up the courage to touch me. I wasn’t rushing; her curiosity would surely get the better of her. She started to approach, now she was touching my cock furtively. It was wonderful, I was ecstatic, my cock was getting harder than ever…

For a moment, she held it all together. Suddenly, she wanted to let go and open her eyes. I stopped her. “No, don’t open your eyes. Don’t touch it if you don’t want to!” I said. “It’s too big, I’m scared!” she said. I released her, and the timid gazelle started to circle my cock again, shyly. But she was a little more courageous, now running one finger around the tip of my cock. The tip of her nipples had hardened, brushing against my groin. She suddenly grabbed it with her whole hand, pulled it back, and grabbed it again. She was used to it. She started stroking it. It was wonderful, I could barely hold myself back from coming. She placed a small kiss on the tip of my cock, and it was now open. After a while, the timid kiss gave way to a fantastic oral sex. She was sucking and stroking it wonderfully. Ufff, it was delicious… I could barely contain myself anymore, but I honestly didn’t want to cum in her mouth either. I moved. She stopped. I laid her on her back. I started kissing her neck, her earlobes, and she started to writhe again. I slowly moved to her lips; at first she avoided them, then she gave in. She had never kissed before; she was kissing inexperiencedly. Then she gave in to me. I parted her lips. My tongue began to dance with hers. She was getting more and more proficient.

I slowly worked my way down her neck. She was writhing. When I reached her breasts, she stiffened again. But the pleasure she felt increased as my tongue moved around her breasts. I tongued her nipples; they swelled like grapes. I slowly moved down to her belly, she crossed her legs again, and began to squeeze her pussy. I moved down, trying to spread her legs slightly. She was tense. Apparently, she wouldn’t open them. I had to find another solution. I turned her face down. I started kissing her on the back of her neck. As I moved down, she shuddered and wriggled. I drew circles with my tongue on her lower back. She started to lift her hips, her legs were still tightly closed, clenching and unclenching. Holding both sides of her waist, I lifted her hips, she buried her head in the pillow, but her legs were still together. She looked amazing from behind. I buried my tongue in her pussy and started sucking. Her hips rose even more. Her juices were flowing as I sucked. I was pushing my tongue in and out of her depths. I continued like this for a long time. Then I took my dick in my hand and started moving it around her pussy. She didn’t notice. She thought I was tongueing her, but she wouldn’t open her legs.

I took her legs between mine. I pushed my dick against her, she was writhing, rubbing her breasts against the pillow, moaning now. She hadn’t noticed my dick that I was still pressing, she thought I was tonguing it. She pressed herself a little, her head was inside. She was against her pussy. She was moaning. I was moving in and out slowly, her juices were flowing like a flood. Suddenly she threw her hips back, my dick first hit her pussy, then entered like oil, halfway, her moans were filling the room. I didn’t move, she was moving back and forth. After a while, I pressed in suddenly, she was inside me all the way to the root. “Ahhhh!” she made a sound. Blood was leaking from the edge of my dick. She stopped for a while, then started moving it back and forth. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I had to squirt inside her pussy… I exploded suddenly. She was surprised. She spasmed. “You’re sucking so well, something warm is flowing inside me, it’s amazing!” she said, and she sped up. She was still unaware of my dick. She went faster and faster, and began to spasm. She had a trembling orgasm, collapsing onto the bed, and I collapsed on top of her…

I wiped the leaking blood with a silk white scarf. I put it where she couldn’t see. I fell to my side. We were both out of breath. We each lit a cigarette. She pulled the sheet over her breasts. She said she felt something completely different. “You sucked me so well, but what was that hot squirt inside me?” she asked. Apparently, she wasn’t aware that she was being fucked, that her virginity, which she so feared, had been broken. I laughed and kissed her lips. I took the scarf in my hand and said, “You’re a woman now!” She was surprised. Two tears streamed down her face. “So, what do you mean? Is it okay now?” she asked. “Yes… Look, this blood symbolizes your transition to womanhood!” I said. I kissed her, sniffed her, and said, “Go to the bathroom now!” She got up and headed for the bathroom with her stunning body. I lay down on the bed and lit a cigarette. I had experienced things I’d never imagined. If my wife knew, she’d even try to leave…

A little later, she came back from the bathroom in a bathrobe, her cheeks rosy. It seemed to work for her. I was in a state of confusion. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. The hot water felt good. I had regained my composure. I intended to shower, get dressed, and head home. I left the bathroom, went into the bedroom, and my panties and pants were hung up. But Sibel wasn’t there. It was 3:00 a.m. I called out. “I’m in the living room…” she said. I walked over there with a towel around my waist. She’d put on a black nightgown and cleared the coffee table, placed plates of chocolate and fruit snacks on it, placed the pristine white silk scarf I’d wiped her virgin blood on in a crystal bowl, and placed a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. “What’s going on?” I said. “We should celebrate!” she said. “Okay, I’ll get dressed and come,” I said. “No… You don’t have to get dressed, you can come!” she said. “No!” I said. “Just put on your panties!” she said. I put them on and came. She sat me down. She picked up the champagne bottle. She popped it. She filled our glasses. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “Thank you! You saved me a big problem!”

I said, “You should have done this with your friend!” “I couldn’t. It didn’t work. It’s impossible. Besides, I told my friend I wasn’t a virgin!” she said. We started sipping our champagne. She sat down next to me. She leaned her back against the couch. She put her feet up on my lap. She had no panties under her sheer nightgown. Her gleaming pussy seemed to be smiling with the pride of her womanhood. I asked her why she had this fear. She was an only daughter. They had a wonderful life and a beautiful mother. She told me that when she was little, she would hear noises coming from her mother’s room, her moans, her “Ahhhs” and “Oofs,” and she would hide her head under the pillow and cry. She thought her father was torturing her. When Sibel was a little older, one night the noises grew so loud that she got up, grabbed a knife from the kitchen, went to her mother’s bedroom door, and considered bursting in to save her. But then she suddenly remembered to look through the keyhole. She bent down and looked…

Her father lay on his back, and she sat her mother on top. Her mother writhed in pleasure and ecstasy, crying, “Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!” Sibel was naturally surprised. She saw that her mother didn’t look like she was being tortured at all, so she headed back to her room. A little later, her mother went to the bathroom. When she came out, Sibel greeted her mother at the door. Her mother, her face bright with smiles, pinched Sibel’s cheek, said, “What’s wrong, girl? Can’t you sleep? Go to sleep!” She smiled and went to her bedroom. From that night on, Sibel thought that what her father had done to her mother wasn’t a bad thing, and she masturbated to the sounds of their lovemaking every time. After graduating from university, she had many boyfriends, but as things progressed, her fear grew. She didn’t let anyone touch her. She rejected many suitors. Now she’s friends with one. Just as she was about to reject him because of this same fear, I came to her mind. She realized she wasn’t afraid of me like she was of other men when she saw me naked in the shower at the summer house. There, for the first time, she thought she wanted to stroke a man’s penis. And she decided to ask me for help…

Our champagne was finished. He stood up and refilled our glasses. She put her foot on my lap again. I was impressed. I started caressing her ankles. She shivered. I went up to her knees. Meanwhile, my dick was hard as a rock again. I lifted one of her feet and placed it on the back of the sofa. Her pussy was wet again. I slowly moved upwards. She opened up completely, I started moving my finger around her pussy. She was moaning, her eyes were closed. I started pressing her clit with my finger. She got really wet. I started squeezing her breasts over her nightgown. She took off her nightgown in a flash, and her shiny, smooth, hairless body was in front of me. I buried my mouth in her pussy and started sucking, sucking, taking it in. She went crazy. She started moaning. I lifted her up, leaned her back on the sofa, and straddled her. My dick was right at the mouth of her pussy. I was rubbing the head of it now. Her juices were flowing. She leaned in a little, giving my lips her breasts. Then, in an instant, she lowered herself onto my cock. He was inside me, all the way to the base. A loud, “Ahhh!” escaped her mouth. It was good if the neighbors didn’t hear… She started bouncing on me. She was having a screaming orgasm. I could barely hold myself back. I suddenly started squirting. She spasmed, and she was coming too. She was heaving wildly. Then she collapsed on top of me.

We got up and went back into the shower together, washed each other, then went to the bedroom and cuddled. It was already dawn, morning. We cuddled up and slept like that. While I was fast asleep, I felt a hand playing with my cock. I woke up. It was after 11:00. Our timid gazelle was playing with my cock. “What’s going on?” I said. “She needs to wake up!” she said, and started sucking. Her pussy was hot and wet again. My cock was hard as a rock again, and this time I was horny too. Suddenly, I turned her over and laid her on her back, put her legs on my shoulders, and rooted her. She needed to see real fucking. She was going crazy again, moaning and screaming as I thrust. I pounded her hips, and then I squirted wildly inside her again. She was having an orgasm too. It was amazing. We were both exhausted. I collapsed on top of her. We got up and went to the bathroom. By the time I got out of the bathroom, she had prepared breakfast. We had breakfast together. I got dressed and left the house. I stopped at the nearest pharmacy and bought some “Morning After” pills. I came back and gave my timid gazelle a drink. She asked what it was. I told her, “I’ll send you back to your husband naked, but I don’t want you pregnant!” We laughed. She kissed me on the lips and sent me off.

I went home. I made the bed as if I’d been in bed. My wife was coming that evening. I was going to pick her up from the airport. I made tea as if I’d just made breakfast. I set the breakfast table. Everything was now in a way my wife wouldn’t suspect. I lay down and rested for a bit. And at 7 p.m., I headed to the airport. My darling had arrived. We came home, prepared dinner, and ate together. A little later, Sibel called and said, “Welcome back!” My wife said, “Girl, did you take good care of my husband? You didn’t leave him hungry, did you?” Sibel said, “No, no, I took very good care of him. I even fed him kaymaklı kadayıf on top of the Balık Rakı!” They laughed…

I didn’t understand anything, but it turns out it was something else. 🙂