I am a 25 year old married woman for 5 years. We are the same age as my wife. We have a perfect marriage, I am happy, I have an understanding husband who fulfills my every wish. But our only problem is our perspective on sexuality… My husband is a totally horny man… Although my husband is so horny, I am not very horny, and therefore our sex life is not very active.

My upbringing, my family that makes sexy look like a bogeyman, my being a virgin and not isolating myself from everything, everything came together, I became an almost frigid woman and came out.

We fell in love with each other for lightning’s sake, we kept the dating period short and got married. Before we knew each other well enough… Only, I told her that he was my first man, and she mentioned that she had had sex since puberty. He slept with countless girls and women, but after I met him, it was just me. She was going to teach me everything. No woman he had sex with was as beautiful, sexy, or flamboyant as me.

She started teaching right from the wedding night… It was the first time I saw a man naked, the first time I looked closely and touched a raised manhood, for the first time a foreign hand, a penis touched between my legs… I was able to overcome my fear of infidelity with the help of my understanding, loving husband, after struggling all night, I gave up my virginity in the morning.

It continued like this after all. My husband always asked for it, I gave it. On the rare days when I only drink, I sometimes get horny and make the first move. Even a single glass is enough to get me drunk, they relax, I start laughing. At the second glass, I can’t control my actions, the woman who sees sex as a duty leaves, I become a horny whore to my husband, and then I pass out. I wake up in the morning with a headache, my husband’s withered sperm between my legs, my husband lying happily next to me.

We went on vacation a month ago. It was a beautiful resort. The bungalow type, spread over a large land, consisted of detached houses, the interiors of which were beautifully decorated. Everything was great, we were laughing and having fun. We used to go to the big swimming pool in the middle during the day and to the disco in the village at night. Our days were going great.

At the end of the third day, we became intimate with the young animator, who organized entertainment by the pool. His name was Kemal and he always started hanging out with us. My husband and I were sleeping with them, and I was joining them.

I soon realized that Kemal’s main goal was to hit on me. Their movements, the way they looked at me were different. Okay, he was a handsome boy, a beautiful man with strong strength, flamboyant muscles, sportsman body. But with my husband, I couldn’t face him. I tried to explain it to my husband by hinting at it several times. While making love to me in our bed at night,

“Necdet…” I said. “This Kemal… His eyes are always on me… He looks like food. I’ve got two pieces of cloth in the pool, and he’s peeling them off with his eyes. I’m afraid…” I said. He didn’t even mind… He laughed…

-“Does he look like he’s going to fuck? Never mind my love… Like you said, I’m with you. You are so beautiful, especially when you put on those tiny bikinis, you are so sexy that poor Kemal can’t help but look at you like every man. Never mind… Let him take a look at my beautiful, sexy wife alongside other men looking at you… I think it’s okay… Let’s enjoy our vacation.” she continued making love.

What a large husband I had… He was so self-confident that he didn’t even know the word jealous… I slept under it, questioning whether this much comfort is a good thing while my husband was walking back and forth on me in the missionary position as usual…

Would I like it more if he was a little jealous? If she restricts me, interferes with everything, if she is a girl… I just couldn’t decide… I gave up, too… I focused my attention on the manhood of my husband, who came in and out of me, and tried to feel a bit of pleasure.

The next day, our holiday continued in the same way. Again, by the pool… Kemal, who ends up next to us in every spare moment… His glances that seem to eat me when my husband is not present… On the one hand, I was hesitant, I didn’t give a damn, on the other hand, I was secretly happy to be liked and wanted so much, and I felt good. My husband on one side, Kemal on the other… I felt like a princess between two men who adored me.

We went to the disco in the evening of the fifth day. There was a great atmosphere. Lively, loud music that makes people’s blood boil, people dancing, kissing, making love, regardless of the world around them…

I was wearing a short, strappy T-shirt without a bra, revealing my steep breasts, a miniskirt underneath, and high-heeled sandals on my feet. I was standing next to my husband, who was fidgeting to the music, and we were looking around.

Kemal finished beside us with cocktail glasses in his hand. I didn’t want to drink much because I knew I was intolerant to alcohol. But I could not break both Kemal’s and my husband’s insistence, I took the glass he brought and we started drinking. Here again the same thing was happening. After a few sips, the alcohol started coursing through my veins. My married, dignified, housewife mask broke with a click, and the woman in me came out.

When our first glasses were finished, Kemal immediately went and brought the second glasses. I started to join them, fidgeting and dancing where I was. We shot our second glasses and threw ourselves on the dance floor with my husband. Flashing and rotating lights under the dim light, booming music…

After a while, Kemal came to us and started to dance next to us. I was dancing with two boys. Oriental music began. My favorite music… I was curling, twisting, tossing my long hair and miniskirt, dancing to the rhythm of the music inside me. Kemal and my husband were standing in front of me with their applause. Both of their eyes were roaming all over me, while I was squirming like a professional belly dancer under their eager gazes.

The music ended, we returned to our table. Kemal brought the drink again. I had completely let myself go. I drank it in one gulp. I was dancing in front of the men sitting at the table under the influence of the crazy dance music going on where I was. I was so enthused that I even remember getting on the chair I was sitting on. Both of them, even the men around, were watching me from below. I’m sure they could even see the thong panties I wore under my swaying tiny skirt…

And with the courage of alcohol, I didn’t even mind it… I even liked it when they looked at me like that… My husband didn’t even make any moves to stop me, to bring me down. I think my husband liked it when they looked at me. I got tired after a while. The active dance, the alcohol that I had too much had affected me, I could not stand. My head was spinning. I was laughing and talking nonsense. My husband took my arm,

-“Let’s go honey, you’re fine. Can you help me, let’s take my wife to our room…” said Kemal.

They crossed my sides, put my arms around their necks, lifted me up and took me out of the disco. In fact, they were no different from me, they also drank well. They were laughing, talking, and barely keeping their balance. But after all, being men, they were more resistant to drinking. We left the disco. All the way to our room, my husband’s hand was on my back, and Kemal’s hand was on my waist and hips. He was rubbing his hand on my hips as I walked. I was so drunk that I couldn’t react, and he continued his caresses.

We came to our room, they opened the door, we all went in together… They brought me up to the bed. First I sat down, then I threw myself on my back as I felt dizzy… The mini skirt was peeled off, I knew it was in the square until my panties, but I didn’t care. With this head, I was in no mood to fix a skirt at this time of night…

Kemal was standing right in front of me, looking at me. I guess he must have liked the view of my thong panties, he couldn’t take his eyes off me… My husband was sitting in the next seat, looking for something to drink from the mini fridge, drunk drunk… Kemal stopped looking at me and reluctantly wished me good night. He was heading for the door when my husband called out with a liquor bottle in his hand,

-“Where to Kemalci? Come on, let’s have another drink, man, it’ll be polish…” he invited.

He jumped on it, too, and immediately accepted the offer. Apparently he couldn’t get enough of watching me… My husband started yawning while he was drinking his first drink. Meanwhile, Kemal’s phone rang. He went out to the balcony and talked for a while. Even as he spoke, his eyes did not leave me, I could see. While Kemal was on the balcony, my husband had finished his drink, slumped on the sofa and started snoring. Having finished his speech, Kemal came to my husband,

-“Necdet brother…” she called out, poking my husband who was snoring and dozing off several times, trying to wake him up.

My husband was still sleeping. He left her and came to me. I couldn’t even raise my arm, I was content with just trying to watch what was going on in the room that was spinning around me through my squinted eyes… He sat next to me. He watched me for a long time. With a different, hoarse voice than usual,

-“Busee…” he called me… I lifted my head slightly and answered limply in the same tone, I was laughing on the one hand,

-“My lord…”

“Why don’t you have another drink, Buse?” He was holding my hand and stroking it while I was asking…

I said, “I’m very drunk, Kemalci”. “I don’t want a drink anymore…”

-“My dear, there is more soda in it… Look, I throw this pill in it too. This drug is perfect for dizziness, drunkenness, reduces its effects…”

-“Does it reduce? Hey, it’s beautiful. Let me drink at least…” I said, forcibly lifted my arm and took the glass from his hand, leaning my back against the headboard of the bed, taking a sip.

He kept talking about the air while sipping his own drink with me. Meanwhile, he put his hand on my side on my knee. Then, as he continued to speak, his hand on my knee started to caress my leg with very slow movements, moving slightly upwards. I didn’t care. I had no intention of doing anything, to oppose it anyway.

After a while, the dose of caresses increased, the hand on my leg went under my skirt again caressingly. It was like a snake gliding on my legs. His hand, stroking between my legs, had now reached my panties, caressing my femininity over my thong panties… I tried to stand up, protesting with half my mouth,

-“Oh… What are you doing, Kemal?” I said limply…

-“Shhhh… Calm down honey… I just want to fuck you…” He grabbed my shoulders and pressed me back… It made me laugh when he talked about fucking directly. Laughing instead of angry,

“You’re rude…” I said. I put my hand on the one that was moving under my skirt. “Ahh… Kemal… Kemal… You are so impolite, you know? You’re both rude and handsome… The more I look at you, your statue-like body, your muscles, your masculinity that makes your swimsuit swell… I’m dying, Kemal… My fat is melting… I’m getting wet…”

Words poured out of my mouth involuntarily, driven by the courage of drunkenness. I was expressing things that I felt inside, that I had not even told myself, and I was confessing my feelings and admiration to him…

-“I admire you too, my love… Your beautiful, shaped body, your smile, your sexyness… I am sick of you… The first time I see you, and every time I see you, I get fucked… I go crazy to love, caress, fuck you… Ohhh… You are so beautiful baby… That day today… Now I’m about to fuck you… I got my wish… I’ll fuck you next to your husband… In front of your eyes… I’ll fuck you all over you… You’re mine tonight… You’re my woman… My…”

He took my hand and put it in his lap. He pinned his hardened, pile-like tool to me under his trousers…

-“Look at this… How she wants you… She can’t wait to fuck you dick… Ohhhh… My baby… Honey…”

I didn’t even have time to answer. His speech using such vulgar, obscene, obscene, cocky, cocky words also drove me crazy…

I didn’t have the strength to resist the hand that loved and caressed me. On the contrary, I wanted him to go further, caress, love, let alone resist. My blood was boiling. The hand that caressed my femininity increased its audacity and pulled out my panties. He had his fingers inside me. He was stroking my clitoris and lips of my wet pussy with his fingers…

I was able to look at my husband while he was in that state… He was still slumped on the couch, snoring. He couldn’t hear if the ball was thrown… Then, I realized something.

I had a burning sensation in my groin. My genitals were on fire, their surroundings and insides were itchy… It was as if all the blood of my body had gathered there. I could almost feel all my blood rushing through my veins.

-“What… what’s going on with me like this?” I tried to ask.

He didn’t even answer me… He had rolled up my skirt to my waist, bent his head to my crotch, and gave all his attention there. I was propped up on my elbows, drunkenly trying to understand what he was doing… He stuck his lips there… He was sticking his tongue out, licking like a puppy, pouting with his lips.

“Mmmm…” I groaned. “Ohhh… Kemal… What are you doing?” I said in a whisper… He stopped licking and looked at me, looking up.

-“I’m licking your pussy dear… Your beautiful pussy… Let me leave it if you don’t want it… What do you say? Shall I let go?”

-“No… No… Don’t leave it… It’s very good… Continue…” I immediately jumped out… “I like it when you lick it, it’s like it’s taking the heat of my place… What’s wrong with me, Kemal? It’s like it’s on fire… What did you do to me? Or… the pill you put in…” He smiled,

-“I just put drugs in your drink honey… It’s irritating… You’ll beg me to fuck you tonight… You’ll beg me to shove my dick, to fuck your ass, to lick my dick…”

-“No… No… I would never do, I cannot do what you say… I… I am a married woman… How could you do this to me, Kemal, in front of my husband?” I protested with the last remnants of my strength…

He let go of me, stood up and quickly took off his pants and shirt and threw them away. He was left with only his briefs. There was a huge bulge in the front of the panties. Then he took off his panties. When his swimsuit got wet in the pool, the device that I saw the bulge of which I had always wondered about jumped out… He had the same size as my husband’s, a slightly thick masculinity, was like a stone, lifted upwards.

He approached me, grabbed my hair from where I was lying, and pulled me to him, hurting me. He brought my lips closer to his groin, to his masculinity… I knew what he wanted. I took out my helpless tongue and licked the tip slowly…

-“Your husband is my honey tonight…Lick him…” he said in a stern voice…“Lick and suck…”

He put the head of your dick in my mouth harshly… I opened my lips helplessly and accepted. He started to stick his dick in and out of my mouth by hanging it by my hair… He reached out with his other hand and inserted it through the cleavage of my shirt, started to run it over my braless breasts, squeezing and palming. I moaned. I liked licking it…

The male scent of her groin was more arousing, like an aphrodisiac, driving me crazy… As if the medicine she put in my drink wasn’t enough… I put my hand around my groin. I tried to put out the fire that was burning there by stroking it with my fingers. What is possible… I was on fire… My thin fingers were not enough to put out the fire… And the hand that was grabbing my breasts increased my fire even more…

Then he slid his genitals out of my mouth, snatched it from my grip and stepped back. He licked my lips, wet from sucking and licking his dick. I greedily replied to his lips… He kissed me until I was breathless… Then he left me on my lips and pushed me onto the bed, he straightened up and backed away. He was standing by the bed watching me stroking his wet dick…

I stood like a child whose toy was taken away. The burning sensation in my groin, swelling and itching in my vagina were still continuing, as if the intensity was increasing. I brought both my hands to my crotch, squeezing, stroking, writhing in the bed with my legs closed.

When I turned my head to the side, my eyes suddenly fell on my husband. I was afraid.

-“Oh, Necdet…” I was able to say.

Meanwhile, Kemal was leaning over me, taking off what was on me one by one. In a short time, I was also naked, I was writhing in bed… I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop the desire for sex that was rising inside me. It was as if my husband’s expressionless gaze began to shine…

I couldn’t understand… I couldn’t grasp what was going on… What was happening to me like this? It wasn’t the usual alcohol frenzy… I was going crazy for something to get inside me, for a phallus to get in and fuck me wildly… That’s the only way I could get rid of the itching, the fire inside me… It seemed to me… I begged my husband, I stretched out my hand and called,

-“Necdet… My husband… Come to me… To the bed… I want you… Immediately…” However, he was drunk, unable to raise his arm, and was content to watch us on the sofa. Littering, he answered me in his typical drunken speech, barely turning his tongue in his mouth,

-“My wife… You look great… You both do… You’re like the fucking artists in porn… Let’s make love… Let me watch you…”

He was looking at us with his pants down, rubbing his semi-hardened dick with his hand as he said this… I couldn’t believe my ears. What was this man saying? Kemal stepped in and interfered,

-“There is no good for you brother Necdet… He wants me to fuck you… Isn’t it, brother Necdet? Do you want me to fuck your wife? Now, right there in front of you… Fuck your beautiful wife? Your sexy wife?” My husband nodded in agreement.

-“Yes… Fuck my wife, Kemal… Fuck her… Fuck that bitch… Fuck my wife… Let her learn what sex is… Let her learn what it is to want and not get it… Let her learn to beg…” Kemal turned to me this time,

“What are you saying, my love? You want to be fucked don’t you? Oh, my baby… How you squirm for sex, for getting fucked… Water is flowing from your cunt… You want to be fucked like crazy, I know… Right now you’re willing to be fucked with anyone… I’ve tried this pill over and over… I know its effects very well. If I fuck you until morning, you won’t be satisfied anymore… You want to have sex all the time right now… But no… Beg me… Beg me to fuck you… Beg me to fuck you, to fuck my dick… Otherwise I won’t fuck you… I won’t fuck you…”

He was telling the truth… I was writhing with such a desire, such a crazy desire to make love, to be fucked that took over my body… I was closing my legs tightly and pinching my pussy, I wanted to wrap my arms around myself and satisfy the overwhelming desire inside me. But in vain… I had no choice but to do what he said… I did what he wanted in a low voice,

“Please… Kemal…” I stammered. He put his hand to his ear, smiling,

-“Sorry? I couldn’t hear it honey… Say it out loud… Neither I nor your husband can hear it… What do you want from me?” I was at the end of my patience now. I couldn’t stand it. I was ready to do whatever he wanted. As long as…

“Bastard… I want you…” I shouted. “Fuck me… Bastard… You know what I want… Son of a bitch… You knew I was going to be in this situation when you popped that pill. Fuck me now…Fuck…I will do whatever you want…Come now…”

I split my legs as much as possible. I grabbed the lips of my femininity with my hand and opened it. I showed him my pink flower with water flowing through it. I begged desperately. In his words…

-“Please… I want you… Put that thing inside of me… Your dick… Stick your cock… I beg…” Tears started falling from my eyes, I was crying involuntarily…

-“Well my love… If you want me to fuck you so much… I’ll give you what you want too… Isn’t that right, Necdet brother? Look how your wife is crying… She wants me to fuck her… She begs me to fuck me…” He reached out and wiped my tears from my cheeks, “My dear… I can’t wait for you… Look how he is crying, Necdet brother…”

-“Come on, Kemal… Don’t beg anymore… Give my wife what she wants… Look, I’m waiting too… Fuck that…”

In the end, he got me to do what he said and made me beg to be fucked… I grabbed his hand that caressed my cheek, which was wet from my tears, and kissed his palms, I pulled him to me desperately… He came with a smile, opened my legs and got between me. He grabbed his hardened cock and rubbed it against my femininity,

-“Ohhhh…” I groaned writhing… I waited for the rest to come. It didn’t come… His dick was in the water, rubbing it back and forth along my wet slit, stroking my clit with his dick, driving me crazy… Even that first contact of your dick was enough for me… I had my first contractions. I was having an orgasm before I even got inside.

It was as if water was gushing out of my cunt… He took my shirt and searched for his legs, took his wetness. He brought my shirt soaked with the juices of my pussy to his nose and sniffed. Then, with slow movements, he aimed his device at the entrance to my femininity, resting his head. He began to forcefully into my womanhood, which was dry on the outside. I groaned in pain. He didn’t even mind… He continued to part his lips in two and stick them in. The pleasure waters that came from me started to flow again, making my pussy slippery…

He inserted it halfway and pulled it back. He inserted it again. This time, his device had penetrated me in one swift move… I hugged his neck tightly… I pulled it to myself… I was enjoying it…

“Ahhh… It’s beautiful…” I groaned. It just stayed inside me… It wasn’t moving… “Come on… Go on… Fuck me Kemal…” I said.

I was holding her head in my hands, placing wild kisses on her lips. I wanted him to come and go, but he remained motionless. This time I started lifting and lowering my hips, making the hard dick go back and forth in my vagina. I was as if I went crazy… The power of madness came to me…

I wrapped my legs around his waist and fell to the side, laying my man on his back and climbing on him suddenly… Now I had the upper hand… I could move as I wanted. With that burning desire, I started to get up and down. He got up on my knees, not stopping until his head popped out. Then she sits down quickly, my stinging phallus pressed against my bottom, our groins sticking together.

I was constantly repeating this movement like a machine… The rubbing of the pubic hair on my clitoris was killing me with pleasure… I ejaculated again with that pleasure… There was no click in Kemal. It was not empty. He was like a soldier with his erect penis in me, ready for my command…

When I finished ejaculation, he knocked me over. He got up, grabbed my waist and twisted it on the bed… He entered behind me this time… He walked behind me for minutes. My waters of pleasure were trickling down my legs into the bed. I put my hand in and brought my finger to my clitoris. With my head on the pillow, bent over, stroking and squeezing my clitoris with my fingers, both Kemal and my new husband were going back and forth like pistons…

He accelerated his movements well… I was getting close to rising again, to orgasm, when it suddenly came out of me… It was almost as if he was bellowing, I felt hot sperm on my waist and back like rain… It was ejaculating… Just as I was getting close to orgasm, it suddenly came out of me, driving me crazy…

I threw myself on the bed… I continued to caress myself with my fingers, to batter my clitoris. I was squirming in bed in front of two men watching me with excitement. I started to ejaculate screaming soon… I contracted for minutes, trembled, groaned…

When my contractions were over, my arms and legs were left open as if I had been crucified… I was finished… My arms were not holding… I was panting, trying to breathe. My chest was heaving up and down like a bellows. I was sweaty. I had Kemal’s offspring on my back, I could feel his wetness on the floor where I lay. Kemal took my hand, took my arm, took me to the bathroom… He put me under the shower, washed it well, took it out and dried it. He brought it back to bed and laid it down. He went and got under the shower himself.

I couldn’t even wiggle my finger. I was lying on my back on the bed… Suddenly I felt a contact between my legs. I forced my eyes open. He was my husband. I moaned

– “Oh… No…” I said.

Necdet didn’t even care for me… His skin was wet, water droplets were floating. It was as if he had just taken a shower and had lost his drunkenness. This time, my husband spread my legs, and he stuck his up dick inside me. That familiar fire of pleasure instantly engulfed my entire body…

I couldn’t believe myself. I just vacated. It hadn’t been ten minutes yet… But I was taking in my husband’s cock hungrily, as if he had just started making love… I opened my eyes with warmth touching my lips. Coming out of the shower, Kemal came to us and grabbed the towel around his waist and rubbed his hardened cock on my lips.

-“Open your mouth… Take my cock in your mouth… Lick it, my dear…” he said.

I did exactly as he said… I opened my mouth wide, he slid his cock between my lips. I closed my mouth and started to pout as much as I could put in my mouth. I was stroking and sucking the part of my mouth with my tongue. My husband also kept his eyes on me while he was going back and forth inside me, watching how I licked the dick of the man with whom he shared his wife. It was obvious that he was enjoying it, I felt that the dick that was going back and forth inside me was getting bigger as he watched us.

I couldn’t believe in myself, what I was doing, what I was going through. In a dream, I felt like I was in a porn movie… My husband was going back and forth between my legs, I was taking the man’s cock in my mouth and licking and sucking it all over. I was constantly stroking their bags hanging from the bottom with one hand…

Kemal’s hand, who had his dick sucked on me, was moving around my breasts, caressing and squeezing the ends. My husband, on the other hand, grabbed my ankles with one hand and lifted my legs in the air, stroking my back hole with his finger, which he had soaked in my pleasure waters, as I went back and forth in my shrinking femininity.

That woman who saw sex as a duty was a thing of the past. Instead, a horny prostitute had arrived. Horny… Insatiable… I was enjoying every part of me, every hole. Constantly… Non-stop… I was about to go crazy with pleasure.

First, Kemal’s cock, which I sucked in my mouth by sucking, stroking it with my tongue, began to contract, growl like a bear, and ejaculate. He grabbed my hair and thrust his dick deep into my mouth. I was sick to my stomach, I wanted to gag, get your dick out. But he didn’t leave. On the contrary, he was pressing down on my tonsils… I felt his hot semen slide down my throat. It seemed like it would never end… It was as if he wasn’t the one who just ejaculated…

My husband was also constantly going back and forth inside me, he was starting to speed up… Kemal’s orgasmic moans fired him up, and he started to contract. I could feel his tensed body, his growing dick coming and going in my pussy… Before Kemal’s ejaculation in my mouth, he started to ejaculate on my cunt too. At the same time, two men were pouring their sperm into me… One in my mouth, one in my pussy…

And that got me fired up… I started having an orgasm again, ejaculating my husband’s dick. All three of us were ejaculating. The room was filled with groans and shrieks of pleasure… In a great chorus, our naked bodies moving, contracting, burning with lust, finally mingled with each other on the bed…

Even the hotel room’s air conditioner was insufficient for our fever, we were all sweating… We were out of breath. We were still convulsing where we lay, stroking each other wherever we came across. Our arms and legs were intertwined.

We lay in this condition for several minutes. Then my husband got up. He grabbed both of our hands and lifted us up, we went into the bathroom together… Two men and a woman hugged each other under the warm water flowing over us… While I was kissing my husband’s lips in the middle, Kemal was behind me kissing my neck and shoulders.

It was as if our bodies were glued to each other, regaining their senses with the soothing effect of the water. I could feel the touch of my men’s tools starting to wiggle again, moving through my body. One was in the front, the other behind me, between my legs.

Kemal reached over to the bathroom shelf, took the shower shampoo, poured it liberally into his palm, leaving my body foaming all over. My husband did the same with my front. I closed my eyes. I surrendered myself to the pleasure of the slippery touch of their bodies, of their foamy hands roaming my whole body. I was purring like a cat, moaning with pleasure…

I turned and hugged them both. I was not in the middle now, I was one of them, we were like a single entity made up of three bodies wrapped in bubbles. We hugged, caressed and kissed each other in delight. Our lips were caressing each other.

My men were stroking each other as they hugged and caressed me. While my husband was showering my ears and lips with a shower of kisses, his hand would go around Kemal’s developed muscles, he would go down to stroke his chest, stroke his erect cock, pass me from there, stroke my contracting stomach up to my breasts, cup my breasts and make me moan with pleasure. Then Kemal did the same to my husband and me. A feeling of sheer, pure sensuality swept the three of us…

Kemal stopped stroking and lifted me into the air with his strong arms. He started rubbing his slippery dick under my ass. I tried to make it easier by wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He slowly brought me down, like a hook, he hooked me to his manhood… All of his dick was inside of me. I hugged his neck tightly…

Meanwhile, my husband was behind me, hugging both of us. I felt his cock up my back hole too. Kemal’s hands gripping my hips had split them in two, making my tiny hole ready for my husband’s entrance. My husband was rubbing the head of his device, which was slippery with the suds of the shower shampoo, into my hole, driving me crazy.

It was something I never did… Fucking my ass, not my husband, I didn’t even mention it. Now, the pleasure of my husband’s dick hovering around the corners of my hole, stroking it, mixed with the pleasure of Kemal’s hardness in my cunt. I was anxiously awaiting what would happen to me…

My husband loaded and pressed, thrusting the head of his slippery cock into my tiny hole, again slick with foam. I bit my lips and moaned… I fell on Kemal’s lips. It didn’t hurt as much as I expected. I guess the effect of bubbles…

The penetrating device went in and out slowly, now without much difficulty, until I finally felt my husband’s crotch on my buttocks. Now both of my holes were filled… It was as if the tools inside me were rubbing against each other. I bit my lips… A little pain… A lot of pleasure…

In the front, Kemal moved his waist, lowered and lifted my hips, came back and forth inside me, stopped. This time my husband was behind me, up and down my ass a few times, and he stopped. I couldn’t believe it. The pleasure I took had finished me… Being fucked both in front of me and behind my back… I loved it… I was tasting pleasures that I had never tasted in my life.

Then my husbands started working in a machine rhythm. One comes in, the other comes out, while the one behind me empties, the one in front of me was filling my pleasure zone… I couldn’t stand it, I was taking such pleasure… I started to moan and wail. Kemal immediately clung to my lips, choking my voice. Now I was moaning hoarsely inside his mouth.

After a while they got tired and stopped to rest. This time I grabbed Kemal’s neck and started to lower and raise my hips. The stony stamens, which were motionless in me, were rising and falling within me, entering and exiting my holes at the same time. This was pushing me too… My legs were stretched as if they were going to explode, I was struggling.

Then they went into action, they started pumping again. In the bathroom, the sounds of our bodies colliding, the moans of pleasure from the three of us echoed, these sounds seducing us even more. My husband came out after me after a while,

“Guys, I’m so tired…” he said. Kemal without leaving my heart,

“You lie down here, brother Necdet…” he said. “We’ll come to you…”

My husband got out from under the shower and lay on his back on the bathroom tiles. His dick was in the air. Kemal embraced me and we went to my husband. Trembling with desire, I climbed on top of my husband and fucked his dick in one swoop. I sat up a few times.

Kemal came up behind me and split my thighs in two. He opened my back hole and pressed his dick. This time they have moved. I was able to get Kemal’s dick, which was a little thicker, behind me with difficulty… I was full again. We started action again. Pleasure machines began to work in front of me, behind me.

I was mad with pleasure. It was driving me crazy as the stone-like tools slid through me, caressed me as they went in and out, collided inside me, crushed the flesh between my two holes… Finally, the inevitable result… Orgasm… Pure pleasure… Little death…

My eyes squinted, tremors, contractions began… As I contracted, I started crushing the tools inside me. They were having trouble getting in and out. My husband started shouting from the bottom,

-“Ohhhh… my love… Your pussy is driving me crazy… I’m coming…”

Kemal was also on the move behind me. The fingers holding my waist contracted, the movement of his hips increased, the more his dick was going in and out of me. Again, we were ejaculating at the same time, all three of us… My husband was under me in my pussy, Kemal behind me, they poured their sperm into my hole, shouting…

By the time we finished our ejaculation, we were exhausted. The semen left by my men who ejaculated in both my holes were dripping down my legs. We went under the shower one by one and got out.

Our pestil was out since the evening… The first rays of the morning were starting to filter through the curtains. My two men were on either side of me, one of their legs crossed over me, their hands on my breasts. The sweet tiredness of ejaculating many times, we let ourselves into the arms of sleep in peace.

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It was the afternoon when I woke up… Neither of them was with me… I got up, took a shower, put on my bikini and went outside. As I guessed, the two shared pools were sitting on the sun loungers and chatting. They were both in good spirits… They were laughing and laughing.

When they saw me, they got up, they both came to me and kissed my cheeks and lips, and hugged me with love. We did not separate from each other during the three days we stayed there… We shared the same bed at night. We made love until the morning…

When the holiday was over, we returned home. We never talked about Kemal and what we went through during that holiday with my husband. Everything we went through remained in that holiday village. But our relationship has also become perfect.

I turned out to be a woman who loves sex, wants sex, and doesn’t say no to anything, just the consistency he wanted. One of us wants to make love, one look is enough, we fall into each other’s arms, we make love for hours. We don’t need the complacency of alcohol, nor a stimulant drug…

We are happy… Even though we don’t confess or talk, we both know that we owe our happiness to Kemal.