When My Husband Couldn’t Fuck Me, His Uncle Broke Me

Hello, I’m Aygül. I got married and came to Belgium when I was 17. My husband is a bit naive; he had a fever when he was young and suffered brain damage. It had nothing to do with sex. I couldn’t tell anyone. My father-in-law and mother-in-law thought we were having sex, but I was still a virgin. The government had given my husband a light job, as much as he could handle. My father-in-law and mother-in-law were also working. I was home alone every day. There weren’t any Turks in the building we lived in, and I was bored to death. Mine was a marriage of convenience. We were poor back home, my parents were renting. They bought them an apartment so I could marry their son. Sometimes every family has a victim, and in our case, I was that victim. Anyway, the days went by like this. We’d been married for three months, and my husband and I hadn’t even had sex yet, so I was still a virgin…

One day, the doorbell rang. I opened it and saw that it was my husband’s 55-year-old uncle. “Uncle Kadir, come in,” I said, and he entered. Uncle Kadir was working construction; he had gotten a job somewhere near us. He was cold, had an hour and a half lunch break, didn’t know what to do, and came to us. His family had gone to Türkiye for a month for a wedding. After we said “welcome” and “welcome”, I prepared something like tea and breakfast. We ate and drank together, we chatted. He asked me, “Are you happy?” I said, “Yes…” and he laughed. “Why did you laugh, uncle?” I asked. “Your husband recently opened up to me, complaining, (Uncle, we aren’t husband and wife yet, I can’t tell anyone, I only told you!),” he said. You have no idea how embarrassed I was; inside I was angry at my husband, saying, “Your stupid thing, we’ll become a laughingstock in front of everyone.” I said, “Uncle, should I freshen your tea?” to change the subject, but he was obsessed with that. Luckily, it was time for work and he got up. As he was leaving, he kissed my cheek and said, “The sweetest girl in the world, I’ll eat you!” I was both embarrassed and afraid of the realization that he was interested in me.

My husband’s uncle started coming every lunch break. I told my mother-in-law that Uncle Kadir was coming to eat lunch with me. My mother-in-law said, “Don’t be stingy, my daughter. Prepare whatever he wants. Your Uncle Kadir brought us to Belgium; if it weren’t for him, we’d be in a mess back home.” “Okay, Mom,” I said. Now I was cooking for Uncle Kadir every day at the same time. Every time he came, he’d compliment me on my beauty.

One day, I made lunch again. This time, Uncle Kadir came in wearing a suit; he looked quite handsome. I was surprised. He always came in all dirty. “Uncle, you’re not wearing work clothes, what’s up?” I asked. He laughed and said, “It’s my birthday, so the office gave me the day off to get some rest.” “Is that so? Happy birthday then,” I said, and kissed his hand. She kissed my cheeks and said, “Come on, get dressed so we can go somewhere to celebrate!” I said, “I don’t know how, let me at least call my folks and tell them…” She said, “No need, my beauty, I called and told your mother-in-law, she gave permission.” “Well then…” I said and went to change. I put on jeans and a blouse and came back. Uncle Kadir said, “Wow, you look stunning, girl, it suits you very well!” I thanked him and we left the house.

Uncle Kadir had a brand new Mercedes, the latest model. We went to a very luxurious restaurant in his car, ate and drank. Then we left. Uncle Kadir drove to their house and said, “Let me stop by and see what I need, then we can go to the market and shop. You come too, see what’s missing…” Uncle Kadir’s house was a villa, far from the other houses. They were very wealthy. He and his wife had worked hard for years. I was surprised when I entered the house. My aunt-in-law had renovated all the furniture in the house, and everything was perfect. I looked at all the rooms except the bedroom. Uncle Kadir said, “Look at the bedroom, we’ve renovated it too.” I said, “Uncle, that’s your private space. I won’t look.” He said, “Is that any of our private space, my beauty? Your aunt doesn’t sleep there; she sleeps with her grandchild in the nursery.” I was surprised. “Is that really true?” he said, “Yes, your aunt hasn’t been my wife since the birth of my grandchild.”

His granddaughter was eight years old. So Uncle Kadir had been sleeping alone for eight years. I felt sorry for him, I thought. Anyway, I looked into his bedroom and what could I see? It wasn’t a bedroom, it was a palace! I was truly envious. The bed was a ‘Heavenly Bed’; it even had tulle curtains. “Oh, Uncle, what is this? Look at the bed, it’s tulle!” I said. Uncle Kadir said, “What difference does a tulle bed make if there’s no one in it!” I felt embarrassed again and said, “Anyway, let’s go already…” Uncle Kadir grabbed my hands and said, “You’re the one who’s this, too?” I was shocked. “Uncle, what are you saying? I’m your nephew’s wife!” I said and headed for the door. He said, “What wife? He hasn’t even fucked you yet!” and hugged me from behind. His cock was erect and pressed against my back. “Uncle, let go, what are you doing?” I said. “I’m going to fuck you in this bed today, my beauty. I planned everything that way. There’s no escape!” he said, grabbing me and throwing me onto the bed, locking the door…

Then he undressed in front of me and thrust his erect cock into my mouth, saying, “Open your mouth, bitch!” I didn’t open my mouth; I pushed, but no, no matter what I did, I couldn’t get away. He pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth. I was breathless, forced to open my mouth. As soon as I did, he thrust his cock into my mouth. “Here, come see what this cock is!” he said, and started thrusting it in and out. After fucking my mouth for a while, he forcibly undressed me. I was crying, resisting, and struggling. But he was so strong, he bruised every inch of me. When I lost my strength from the struggle, he tied me to the bed with gauze by my wrists and ankles. There was nothing I could do. I just pleaded, “Uncle, don’t!” But he wouldn’t listen. He was so harsh and rough that I was terrified. He was cursing, saying, “Today you’re going to be my wife, bitch, I’m going to fuck you, you slut, you whore!” He was squeezing my breasts with his pitchfork-like hands as if he were squeezing a lemon, nibbling my nipples, sucking as if he were going to take them in his mouth and tear them off, and pinching my ass cheeks…

At one point, my vision went black; I was unconscious. When I came to, he was sucking my pussy. I begged, “Uncle, let me untie you, please!” I said. “Let your uncle fuck your pussy, bitch!” he said, and he pressed himself against me, pressing his cock against my pussy. He was slowly rubbing it between my pussy lips to lubricate it. Then he spit heavily and thrust it into my pussy suddenly. I screamed so hard in agony that he covered my mouth with his hand. He thrust his massive cock all the way into me and held it in place for a long time. Then he started thrusting in and out, moving in and out. He was constantly swearing, “The motherfucker couldn’t fuck you, I’m fucking you! You’re my wife! You’ll be my whore, I’ll come and fuck you whenever I want, I’ll make you cum! Don’t strain yourself, bitch, the wife of the man I fucked! I’ll make you a whore, you’ll dance on the table for me, I’ll tear your pussy and ass apart, you fucking hot slut, I’ll piss in your mouth, you’ll be a cum freak, you’ll swallow my cum, you bitch!” he was saying while fucking…

I don’t remember how long he fucked me, but he suddenly started bellowing and cumming inside me. When he finished, he didn’t get off me immediately; he kissed and caressed me for half an hour, then got off. Then he untangled me. I was still crying. The wild man from before suddenly became gentler, saying, “Please don’t cry, my beauty. I’m sorry, I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you!” He begged me to calm down. He gently embraced me and took me to the bathroom, washed me with his hands, dried my hair, dressed me in my clothes, made me coffee, lit a cigarette, and gave me one. After the coffee and the cigarette, I calmed down a bit. When he started begging me, “I love you, look, if you want, we can run away with you. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll make you live like a queen, just don’t deprive me of you…” I lowered my sails. After all, he was my first man, the man who deflowered me and made me a woman.

“Look, I’m telling you the truth. Let’s run away with you right now. I have a lot of money. I can let you live wherever and however you want!” When she said that, I turned and looked at her face and said, “You’re my first man, I won’t leave you, but I won’t run away either!” When I said that, she hugged me and cried. “My dear wife, believe me, I’ll do whatever you want. Please forgive me!” I said, “I’ll forgive you, but on one condition: since you’ve taken me, I’m your wife, you’ll help my parents back home. My mother-in-law isn’t helping anymore, my four siblings are in school, and my father is a night watchman. I feel so sorry for their situation!” I said. “May this be what you want, my beauty!” She said, immediately picking up the phone. She had a business partnership with someone in Türkiye. She called him, gave him instructions, and told him to open a grocery store in the neighborhood and buy whatever he wanted. She hung up and said, “Are you happy?” “Yes!” I said, and I kissed her on the lips. The kiss gave her courage, and she clung to my lips, kissing like crazy. We undressed again…

This time, everything was perfect because I reciprocated. I even licked his penis. He was going wild with pleasure, moaning, “My darling wife, my one and only whore, my fresh whore!” This time, his foul language was turning me on and on. The more he cursed, the more I kept saying, “Ohhh, man, fuck your wife, fuck your whore!” He threw me onto the bed, got on top of me, thrust into my pussy, and started fucking me. When I said, “Fuck me like you did before, fuck me hard, man!” he said, “Oh, that’s it, bitch! Take it, you fucking slut, eat it or not, I knew you’d never get enough of my dick, bitch!” He kept thrusting into my pussy. We fucked for 45 minutes. When he was about to come, he pulled out of my pussy and said, “Open your mouth, bitch!” I opened it, and he came warm and hot into my mouth. I was a little weirded out at first, but when he said, “Swallow it all, bitch!” I swallowed it all, and it tasted delicious.

After lying in bed for a while, we got up, took a shower, washed, and cleaned ourselves up. Then we got dressed and left. We were going to my house. We talked on the way; no one would know about this, and we were worried about getting pregnant. When we arrived in front of the house, there were still nearly four hours until my husband would arrive. “Come on in, my love!” I said. “Did you say ‘love’? I’ll eat your tongue that says ‘love’! You’ve tied me to life, little one!” he said, getting out of the car. We went inside, and in less than two minutes, our lips met again and we started making love. He said, “I fucked you in my wife’s bed, honey, and I’ll fuck you in my cuckold nephew’s bed too!” He hugged me and took me to my bedroom. There was a picture of me and my husband on the wall. He looked at it and said, “I’m fucking your wife, you fucking cunt! Come and grab her head!” and started undressing. He didn’t leave me undressed or licked me. “Get inside me now, my love!” I said, and he got on top of me and fucked me like crazy for nearly an hour, saying, “Take it, you bitch, take it!” It might seem strange, but I love the growling sound he makes when he comes in my mouth. We’ve been fucking every day since then, and it’s been this way for a year. I’m so happy, so happy! My husband’s uncle has taught me what a man is. He lets me experience my femininity, and I’d be a devotee to him. If we’re lucky, we’re planning a baby!