My wife had already started making friends the day we moved to the new site. Melek has always created a good circle of friends for us with her warm and friendly personality. It looked like it would be here as well. He got on very well with someone named Belgin from our block. A few days later he introduced his wife to me. We’re also numb. Metin was also a manager in a company like me. Then we met two more couples who were their friends. Hasan and Ceyda and Mehmet and Leyla.

Hasan was a contractor who made big projects, he was quite wealthy compared to the others. Mehmet also had a car dealership. All of our wives were housewives. We just didn’t have children. Melek sometimes said that she wanted to work, but because she was used to a comfortable life, she would not make an attempt. He used to say, “I’m almost 30, and I can’t get used to business life after this age.”

In a short time, we became a group that toured and had fun together. When we weren’t doing anything as a couple, the men would gather to watch a match or play poker. The women also had no trouble finding things to do among themselves.

As a couple, we became closer with Belgin and Metin. Metin told me that Hasan and Mehmet were together with other women, and they even talked about what they did with Russian women. She added that she tried once, but didn’t do it again because she felt guilty. And I said to my wife, “I can’t do such a thing. But I don’t get involved with them either. Their own lives, of course,” I said. We laughed. “Don’t worry, they’ll start to tell you soon,” he said.

It happened as he said. As our intimacy increased, stories from the waist down started to go wild at our poker parties when our spouses were not at home. They talked about the women they fucked like bitches. Hasan, in particular, boasted on the site that he had fucked many women, some of whom were married. He asked me if I knew the very beautiful ones, especially to show me off, and if I didn’t, he made the others confirm how beautiful the woman was. He had a self-confidence that grew from his wealth. He even managed to calm his wife down once, even when his wife hit it off with another woman, and even come out on top like olive oil. Ceyda had accepted to turn a blind eye to the debauchery of her horny husband rather than lose the beautiful life she lived. Hasan could not be said to be handsome, but it was obvious that he had a devil hair. We enjoyed listening to her stories and her attitude as she was entertaining.

There would be nothing secret between me and my wife. When I told this to my wife, she said that Melek had told her similar things about Hasan. Her husband had told her too. We thought about his wife and felt sorry for him, but we said that if it was his choice, he deserved it. We couldn’t get mad at Hasan because he’s a fun person too.

It had been a few months since we moved. With the summer making itself felt, the idea of ​​going to the beach for the weekend was thrown away. When we got together, our wives were dressed beautifully and sexy enough to compete with each other. The thought that this would show itself even more on the beach excited me. They were all beautiful women. It always made me proud that Melek was the most attractive.

The weekend was really like a show of strength for women. The women were complimenting each other, but we were also squinting at the other wives. While they were walking around in tiny bikinis, I had the feeling that my wife attracted the most attention. Hassan almost didn’t even try to hide his gaze at my wife. He seemed to enjoy attracting the attention of such a playboy in my wife. We had a pleasant day. That night, day and night, we made love to my wife with the effect of our psychology on the beach.

If we didn’t go to the beach on the weekends, we men would watch a game, and during the week we would meet for a poker night. In those nights, Hasan was telling us about his debauchery adventures and entertaining us. There was a newly married woman he was hanging out with. It was mostly about him. Turns out she was a total commodity. She says she does whatever I want. She was looking for a woman when her husband went to work. Hasan, too, was entering the bedrooms with his own key before the woman got out of bed. He disciplined the woman in such a way that he was waiting for Hasan in the middle of the bed. “WOW!” We congratulated. We got excited as if we were doing it. He has such a beautiful ass that he was saying that he fucks his ass more than his pussy. We described the woman’s writhing and screaming while taking it so beautifully that we passed out. Next time he’d bring us a picture of his asshole. She said she would show it to the winner at poker. “You are so mean, Hasan,” said Mehmet. We all laughed.

The next week he said he actually had the picture on his phone. Instead of money in the game, he put the phone with the picture. We were all excited. Pimp won that hand. Our enthusiasm remained in our crop. After that, he deposited the picture instead of money in the hands. He obviously wanted to show it. When Mehmet won a hand, Hasan took the phone. Opened the pictures. “Look at the first picture before it got bored,” he said. Mehmet “ OFFF Yummy. Narrow,” he said. Look, this is the state after being fucked for half an hour,” he extended it with a smile. Mehmet “ OHHHHHAAA! How is your wife like this? ‘ he said in surprise. Metin and I were dying of curiosity, but they weren’t showing it to us. “This is a tunnel, man,” said Mehmet again.

Hassan was smiling proudly. “Please send this to me, I’d like to draw it,” Mehmet admitted. Hasan said, “No,” he said, “It will lose its value. You can only look when you win”. Mehmet said, “You are so mean, brother, but towards the end of the night, Hasan made us all see the picture. These very close-ups were infuriating. Indeed, the change the hole has undergone is unbelievable. How could this narrow thing be such a huge hole? I didn’t know whether to pity the woman or to be happy. I didn’t have much experience in this. We wouldn’t do it because the angel didn’t like it. Despite my insistence, he didn’t even let me have the tip inserted. He said it hurt and took a nap. Of course, I wasn’t going to share that with them.

Between work and friendships, the summer was passing well. Here was my promotion. I was working harder. One morning I got a message on my Tablet. It was from Hasan. “I have work in the morning. I will be able to come at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Get ready,” he said. I was surprised, I wasn’t expecting it. “I do not understand?” I was about to write when I realized that I had accidentally taken Melek’s tablet in the morning in a hurry. The message was to my wife. All of a sudden, a lightning bolt went off in my head. He was meeting with Hasan Melek. What could it be? Was my only wife, my only love, the person I trusted more than anyone, cheating on me? With Hasan. Or was that married woman my wife? I was not able to work. I had to go home and talk to my wife.

When I got home my heart felt like it was going to explode. Angel was in the kitchen. With trembling hands, I held the tablet out of my bag towards him. I showed the message. His face turned red. It meant confessing everything. His eyes filled. I couldn’t speak. He has recovered before. “Yes,” he said. “I’ve been with Hasan for two months.” My voice trembled, “So what are we going to do?” I asked. “I don’t want to leave him. I am very attached to him. I love you but I can’t be without you. You have to accept it like this.” I couldn’t say anything. However, what a mean person Hasan is. I just wanted to say that you used it. I left the house. I wandered the streets I needed someone to talk to. I called Metin. I was embarrassed but I had to talk to someone.

We sat in a cafe with Metin. I told it all. Finally, “Do you want to leave?” she asked. “No, I said I love Melek,” he said. Actually, my inclination was in that direction. I asked for a long time not to tell anyone and left. I wandered around the streets a little more and returned home. It was like 1 o’clock.

The angel was waiting for me. He must have understood something of my silence. I said I didn’t want a divorce. He relaxed a little. He started to smile when he said that I agree with the situation. I said it had to be top secret. He said he had to tell Hassan. “It gets more pleasure,” he said. Wearing horns that you like. “You know it will come at 2 o’clock,” he said. I wasn’t ready for this. I thought he said call and don’t come when we have such a big problem. He said to me, “If you want, go out and walk around before Hasan comes. I have to prepare for it. I’ll call you when I go,” he said. I couldn’t believe his insensitivity. I was very angry, but I guess I had no choice. I got out of the house in a bad way.

I went to work and tried to carve myself there for a few hours. Melek called near the end of the shift. “You can come, my love,” he said. I was allowed to go to my own house. I went home broken. We didn’t talk much that night. Melek didn’t even feel the need to change her bedding. I tried to sleep without making a sound in the bed where Hasan’s sweat smelled and smeared on me.

Two nights later it was our poker night. I was thinking about how I would look at Hasan’s face. He would still paint those pictures instead of money. How was I going to put up with this? This time, Metin also knew that that woman was my wife. Maybe Mehmet knew too. I was destined. It was a complete mess.

I left the house with my feet back on the poker night. Everyone was acting normal. I was trying to hide my discomfort when Hasan started to tell his stories. He was looking at me from time to time, trying to make fun of my spoilage. When I had the opportunity to look at my wife’s picture again, I felt that Metin was also excited but tried not to show it to me. That night Hassan was beaten by a hand just to show me a bored picture of my wife. It was a difficult feeling to see my wife’s back hole so loose. It was very hard to compliment Hasan, especially because he was doing it to Hasan as if he were someone else so that the others wouldn’t understand.

Hasan enjoyed every second of it. When I returned home that night, Melek greeted me with a smile. Hasan sent a message to him and told the story. He enjoyed it so much. My wife also liked it. “Do you want to see the real thing? ‘ he said sullenly. I couldn’t help myself. Excitedly, “Yes! ” I said. “Then ask Hassan to do it with you next time. Hahahaha! ‘ he laughed. I went and slept with him. We slept.

It was normal for me to think that Hasan had come and fucked my wife during the day while I was at work. In the evenings, my wife took particular pleasure in telling me what she had done together. This was obvious. My work was busy. I had to work until late hours, including weekends, due to a job we needed to train. I was upset because I was going to miss the derby match on Sunday night. I was upset that I wouldn’t be able to watch the game with my wife. It turned out that I wouldn’t be working that night due to a lack of important paperwork. No one could say why you’re going home. I was so happy. I could make it home before the game started. I jumped right away.

It would be a nice surprise for Melek, too. When I opened the door and walked in, I felt something strange. When I entered the hall, I was stunned. Hasan was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV and propped his feet on the coffee table in the middle. He was wearing nothing but his boxer. When he saw me, he said, “Welcome. We weren’t expecting you.” he said in a cheerful voice. My wife came out of the bedroom while I was still looking confused. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt. His bottom was exposed. Her beautiful legs looked gorgeous with her nail polished feet. When he sat down, it was obvious that every part of him would be revealed. “Aaaa! Husband, where did you come from? I was not expecting.” said hesitantly. He was embarrassed for some reason.

Contrary to his earlier relaxed and defiant attitude, he was uncomfortable with me witnessing their togetherness. Hasan said, “Hey, the man came to his house. Won’t you say welcome?” he teased my wife. My wife kept saying, “I have a lot of work.” he explained himself. “Welcome, my husband,” he said to me with a forced smile. Hasan said, “Come, come. Sit down! It will be an exciting game,” he said. I walked over to the sofa to sit down as if it were perfectly normal. He turned to my wife and said, “Come on, honey, get me and your husband a cold beer.” If I asked my wife for such a thing, “Get it yourself!” he would say. But she said to him “Okay dear” and went to the kitchen. We looked behind. The part of the butt exposed from the uniform looked beautiful. His gait was a little strange. He was taking small steps. When I sat next to him, Hasan came close to my ear and said, “Do you see your walking?” she asked. “3 posts since noon… I just got Ass-fucked… The hoodie slipped off him”. What kind of man was this? How could he tell me this? How could he do this to my wife? How would my wife like this man? I was getting really upset. But I also realized that I was provoked. My dick was coming off.

My wife arrived with beers in hand. “Bad news,” she said as she handed it to us. “No other beer”. Hasan said, “Oh no! Tarik will go and fetch us now. Isn’t it, Tarik? You are still dressed.” “Sure” I said and got up. He said to my wife, “Give me my wallet from the pocket of my jacket next to you. ”My wife brought the wallet to Hasan. Hasan handed me the money he had taken out of it in bunches. I left without saying anything.

When I returned with beers in hand, Hasan greeted me like a hero. I came to put the beers in the fridge. My wife was sitting next to Hasan. I settled on the other side. The match was about to begin. “We’re going to have a bad night for you,” said Hassan. When my wife said “Hasan is from Fener,” I understood what she meant. “Come on, husband, take off your work clothes,” said my wife. I was trying to save the situation by doing what I was told, because I still couldn’t get over the surprise of what had happened. On the way in to change. Hasan pretending to attack my wife. For every goal, it’s yours to put one more time on your beautiful ass.” My wife said,
“You are an animal, you know? Even while sitting, it throbs,” he said. “There is no other for you tonight”
-You know I don’t listen if I scold you. That hole is fucked. If I want it again, it will be fucked again. You get bored whether you want it or not.
-Ay, Hasan, please don’t miss this match.

I came back with sweatpants and t-shirts on. The match started soon. He was getting excited. We were shouting too. Tension was rising in the room. Especially when there was a foul against him, Hasan got very angry. He was shouting loudly. The pimp referee roared.

When the match did not end as he wanted, Hasan was very angry. He was obviously going to get his anger on my wife. It was obvious that he would fuck whether he won or lost, but now I was afraid for my wife. Hasan got up, turned to my wife, grabbed her arm and tried to lay her on the sofa. The angel made a move to get rid of her hand. “I don’t want it, Hassan!” He shouted in an angry and determined voice. “It hurts now. That’s enough!” “Are you ashamed of your husband, bitch? Come here. I’m low again. Turn around. Douche!” My wife was resisting. He was trying to twist Melek’s arm that he had caught. While doing this, he said to me, “He’s officially afraid of you, bitch.” I couldn’t stand it, “Hasan, if you want to force it. You will break your arm” I said, “You will not enjoy it”

“Uh! What will my taste be, prick? Where am I going to put this dick? Look, let me sting, if the bitch doesn’t start braying like a donkey after two minutes, they shouldn’t call me Hasan either.” How was this man talking about my wife with me. I didn’t even know what voice he was talking about. Angel never made such sounds.

Despite all their resistance, Hasan managed to lay my wife face down on the sofa. He got on it. He had already taken off his own t-shirt, and my wife’s was stripped all the way up. Her full round hips looked very inviting as always. Hasan clamped my wife’s legs between his legs and joined Melek’s hands behind his back, holding it tightly. With his other hand, he grabbed her cock and spat it deftly. He placed it between my wife’s hips. As I understand it, he inserted it into my wife with a single crotch movement. A cut “AH!” from my wife. her voice came out. He made one more move and passed it well. “Hassan is slow!” said.

There was some anger in his voice. When Hasan started playing back and forth on my wife, I was starting to pass out as well. My hand went to my dick from the top of my sweatpants. At that time, Hasan said to me, “Take my phone from here and shoot our video”. I did what he said and started shooting. He said to my wife, “Turn your head the other way, if you don’t want to be recognized, I’ll show it to our kids.” I was watching Hasan’s phone in one hand and my other hand in my fist. As Hassan accelerated, my wife began to moan, sigh, and vote. As he started to thrust a little harder, his voice got even weirder. He was shouting “AH İAH İAH İ”. Officially, my wife was braying as Hasan said.

“You’re shooting right, damn? He’s braying, right?“ I nodded yes so that at least my voice wouldn’t be recognized. I’m close. I started shooting Hasan’s dick in and out of my wife’s ass from the top. my wife’s ass really enlarged. How easy it was to get in and out. It was like Am. Minutes had passed, my wife was fluttering now. Hasan was stinging a lot now. At this time, my wife started to come to me. He was shouting so loudly that if there were donkeys nearby, he would have been leaning against the door.

Hasan’s discharge came right after. Both were out of breath. But my wife was panting, although I’ve never seen it. I made up my mind to pause the video for a while. I was still staring at them in amazement. Hassan straightened up. He moved Melek’s feet on the sofa and sat down. He reached for the cigarette, but when he couldn’t reach it, he shouted at me, “Give me that”. “We came to your house as a guest, damn it…” I was upset, but I gave him his cigarette. I didn’t want to hear any words for a lighter again, so I immediately found it and lit it.

“Hasan, we do not allow smoking in the house, so that the house does not smell of cigarettes. Drink this, please don’t drink anything else,” I said. I was also surprised where I found that courage when I finished my sentence. He looked at me in such a way that I realized my mistake at that moment. “Ass! Shall I ask you what, where to smoke? Did I ask you to fuck your wife cuckold?” I didn’t say anything. I was afraid of being disgraced even more in front of my wife.

I had to woo Hassan before my wife sobered up completely. I brought an ashtray. I put it in front of you. He apologized in an apologetic voice, “Sorry Hasan, I lost my mind while watching you. I didn’t know what I was saying. You were really good. What were those voices you made from my wife? “I thought if I flattered him a little, his anger would go away. “Your wife is so good, damn you. Well, that’s the best fuck on the site.” it worked. His anger had subsided and he even smiled a little. “Come look, come!” He said, with his hand not holding the cigarette, he parted my wife’s hips. “See the hole? How did it open? See the real thing in the pictures. No matter how proud you are of my wife.”
My hand went to my dick without realizing it.

I was embarrassed. “Is yours up?” he said, laughing. I laughed and said yes. “Do you want to be hanged, pimp?” “I would like to” I said. “Out of the place without taking it out.” I spit my hand out and tucked it into my sweatpants. I started shooting 31. I stare at my wife’s enlarged asshole and pass out. As if it was closing a bit,
quite white white semen was coming out. I was so horny that I came right away. Hasan looked at me and laughed and said, “What the hell are you doing, son?” I came to my senses as I ejaculated and my sexual urges were satisfied. A heavy feeling of shame began to surround me.

He took one last look at my wife’s asshole, which was still leaking cum, and said, “I’ll clean up.” I said. I literally ran to the bathroom.